Chaos 98 Results

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Terra Skye: Good evening everyone! Welcome to Chaos 98!!

Johnny Vegas: Welcome to another long ass night!

Boy: MOTHERS ORANGES ARE NICE!

Johnny Vegas: DO NOT START THIS SHIT ALREADY!

Terra Skye: Get over yourself, Johnny. You're already bitching and the show JUST started!

Johnny Vegas: Well I have the right to bitch.

Terra Skye: Why? Because you have to work for a few hours every two weeks?!

Johnny Vegas: Yes. You've asked me that before and the answer will never not be yes.

Boy: BIT!

Terra Skye: Oh come on. Really?

Johnny Vegas: YES!

Terra Skye: Fine. Whatever. We're gonna head backstage before we get into the first match, so stay tuned!

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Out in the parking lot a beat-up old rusty truck putters toward the rear entrance of the Carnage Arena. It screeches to a stop. Emerging from the vehicle is none other than Dominick Strife, dressed in his new fancy ring gear complete with leather jacket, designer sunglasses, and yes, a socially acceptable face mask covering. Dom storms up to the rear of the building only to be stopped by a massive member of Carnage security.

Security: Excuse me, Sir. May I have your name please?

Dom scoffs at the question.

Dominick Strife: What the hell are you supposed to be, Carnage's bouncer?

Security: Name... please.

Dominick Strife: When could they afford that?

Security: Sir, I'm not going to ask you again.

Dom peels off his sunglasses to shoot a nasty glare at the security guard.

Dominick Strife: Who am I? No no... You see, the question you should be asking me right now is 'what am I?'... because right now I'm just a little bit on the pissed off side. Ya feel me big man?

Security rolls his eyes.

Dominick Strife: Look, I'm the guy who won his pay-per-view match at We Are Relentless, and not just any match, either. Mister St. James's Beat the Clock Challenge... but you wouldn't remember that, would you? CSJ must've hired you last week, or else you'd know who I am.

Security: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Dominick Strife: My name is Dominick Strife. Is that on your little list?

The man checks his sheet.

Security: I'm sorry, I cannot allow you access on the premises tonight.

Dominick Strife: Oh really? Well why don't you try looking for the NBT?

Security: NBT?

Dominick Strife: Just check.

Security: ...no, I'm not seeing that, either.

Dominick Strife: Mmm, thought so. That's alright though. I'll leave. I get it, gotta be safe, right? Limited capacity and all of that... don't want to cram too many people into the same warehouse where they can't social distance properly while they're breathing in all of the asbestos that was left behind hmm?

Security: I'm sorry Sir. The rules are the rules. I'm not supposed to allow anyone in who isn't on the list. I'm just doing my job.

Dominick Strife: And I'm only doing mine. All I ask is that you send a message to your boss for me. Actually, you know what? Don't even worry about it. I came here tonight to prove one thing and one thing only... and that is that I want to be here. The way I see it, I've accomplished what I set out to do. I'm able, ready, and available for work, baby... what they saw out of me before was just a taste. I'm done taking no for an answer, big guy.

Strife slides his sunglasses back over his eyes.

Dominick Strife: The NBT will be on Chaos 100. You mark my words, Swayze. You'll know my name by then.

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We go backstage to find Steve Matthews and Kylie Ford walking the corridors. Before they move any real distance they almost literally bump into a clearly thoughtful and distracted Jon Willis.

Kylie Ford: “I’ll be with the make up girls.”

Matthews nods at Kylie and turns to Willis as she walks off, neither man actually says a word as they seem to be trying to work out where they stand with each other. After a short pause Jon extends a respectful fist toward Matthews, Matthews responds with a slight nod and reciprocates the offered fist bump. With that Willis returns the nod and continues on his way, Steve now goes back to walking through the corridors until he rounds a corner and sees the back of the man he’s been looking for.

Steve Matthews: “Alex Winter…”

Alex literally jumps out of his skin as he spins round.

Alex Winter: “What the hell do you want?”

Matthews smirks as Alex nervously looks around for an escape.

Steve Matthews: “You don’t need to run this time, I’m not intending to physically hurt you tonight.”

Alex seems to relax but only slightly, however the typical Winter smirk starts to appear.

Alex Winter: “Where's the bird we gifted you?”

Steve Matthews: I’ll ignore that for now, but remember I told you I had some bad news for you?

Alex Winter: “Meh… you have nothing.”

Matthews openly laughs.

Steve Matthews: “I have section 2C of my contract, I never believed I’d use it, but for you I’ll make an exception.”

Alex Winter: “What the fuck is section 2C?”

Steve Matthews: “Mr St. James has access to my contract details, get him to tell you all about section 2C.”

That is all Matthews feels the need to say and with a smile on his face, walks past a confused looking Alex Winter and off into the distance. Alex looks around before storming off in the direction of C$J’s office. Once at the office, Winter knocks on the door not waiting for a reply as he just enters closing the door behind him.

C$J: “What’s so urgent for you to barge into my office uninvited?”

Alex Winter: “STEVE MATTHEWS!!!”

C$J: “What the hell has that buffon done?”

Alex Winter: “Something about Section 2C and you having access to his contract details. Something about using it against me.”

Pacing up and down, Alex wasn’t sure what it was but with everything that had gone on between him and Steve Matthews, it wasn’t going to be anything good. C$J rolls his eyes before grabbing his tablet to bring up Steve Matthews contract.

C$J: “Do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Alex Winter: “This isn’t a time for games Christopher!!!”

C$J: “Fine! Well the good news is I’ve got his contract details, obviously. The bad news… well you are not going to like what Section 2C is.”

Stopping dead on the spot in front of C$J’s desk, Alex furiously bangs down on it before St. James passes him the tablet.

Alex Winter: “Tell me this isn’t true.”

C$J: “Unfortunately it is true. Upon notice of at least one full week, Mr Steven Matthews has the right to choose any member of the active Carnage roster as an opponent in a one on one match. Mr Matthews has the ability to choose any stipulation for said match. The only limitations on this stipulation and contractual clause is that Mr Matthews can not choose a match involving a title. This clause can be activated twice at the discretion of Mr Matthews during the duration of his contract with Carnage Wrestling.”

Alex Winter: “What fucking idiot agreed to that?”

Frustration was showing now as Alex was talking through gritted teeth and had gone red in the face. You could see the vein on the side of his neck bulging as he launches the tablet at the wall.

Alex Winter: “You better change that or stop it.”

C$J: “That’s the bad news, it’s legally binding and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Alex Winter: “WHATEVER!”

Huffing and puffing, Alex storms out of C$J’s office, slamming the door shut behind him as St. James sits there shaking his head.

C$J: “It’s all Steve Matthews fault! He’ll be paying for these damages.”

With that, St. James just shrugs and calls for the janitor to come and clean the mess up as he nonchalantly leans back in his chair with his feet resting on the desk.

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Johnny Vegas: That stupid Bastard, Steve Matthews...

Terra Skye: I think it's clever. And I think Mr. Winter is in for some trouble, if you ask me.

Johnny Vegas: What a coincidence.. NO ONE ASKED YOU!

Terra Skye: ...

Boy: HAVE SOME PIE!

Johnny Vegas: And what about that LOSER, Strife, huh?

Terra Skye: What about him? I think it's a damn shame that he wasn't even allowed into the arena here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Obviously there's a REASON.

Terra Skye: Uh huh... A shitty reason probably. But it looks like we're about ready to start our first match of the evening!

All three competitors are in the ring as Silent Cal makes the call for the bell.



Inspector Stan runs at Kat Jones but doesn’t get far as the Carnage new comer spins him around with a bitch slap!

Terra Skye: Well, that didn’t go as expected for Stan.

Johnny Vegas: Don’t know what he was expecting. Kat is a vixen!

Boy: Celery is the root of pi!

Stan stumbles, right into Amelia who doesn’t hesitate to drop down and lift him up over her shoulders, dumping him out of the ring! Stan doesn’t move as Amelia doesn’t pay him any attention, her gaze instead focused on Kat.

Terra Skye: So, if I’m to understand this right; “Amelia” is just one of the… Personas Mia Rayne takes on?

Johnny Vegas: Why cut corners? Just call her “crazy psycho bitch” and be done with it.

Boy: …

Johnny Vegas: Don’t you DARE utter anything about a root vegetable. “Rutabaga” has been trending since that little stunt and rutabagas are the worst of all vegetables!

Terra Skye: Talk about “crazy” and “psycho.”

Cameras get close in on the action as the Kat and Amelia circle the ring, neither one giving an inch. Slowly the get closer, the tension growing so thick, it was getting hard to breath. A shrill scream cuts through the air suddenly.

Amelia: WELL COME ON AND KICK MY ASS THEN BITCH!

Kat launches herself at Amelia, arms outstretched, grabbing her opponent by the shoulders and yanking her around like a rag doll. Amelia flies around with the momentum and giggles, but is quickly silenced by Kat stopping and delivering a knife edged chop right to the base of Amelia’s neck!

Terra Skye: That’s gotta sting…

Boy: Nettle tea for the soul!

Johnny Vegas: Swear to god behemoth…

Amelia recovers and fires back with a chop of her own, the sound of skin on skin contact echoing throughout the arena. Kat fires back with another, followed by Amelia’s return. The two trade chops back and forth, each smack getting louder than the last before Amelia backs Kat up into the ropes and whips her to the other side! Amelia rotates and nails Kat with a cyclone clothesline! Kat goes down but instantly rolls to the ropes to avoid the cover, causing Amelia to pound the mat in frustration.

Terra Skye: What a chop battle between two relatively unknown personalities to start off this episode of Chaos!

Johnny Vegas: Whatever happened to the other dude? Wasn’t this supposed to be a triple threat?

Boy: Tree roots are grounding!

Johnny’s face turns beat red, but doesn’t get a chance to respond as Kat lets out a war cry of her own. Using the rope as a leaping platform, Kat sails through the air, grabbing Mia and planting her with a DDT! Kat stays put to make the cover and Cal moves in for the count.


ONE!


TW... NO!

Amelia gets her shoulder up and grabs Kat by the hair, delivering a headbutt that staggers the newcomer up and away from Amelia. Cal tries to have a word with the deranged “Alice in Wonderland” type character, about grabbing the hair, but Amelia growls causing Cal to rethink his decision.

Terra Skye: Kat Jones with the first cover of the match, but only gets about one and a half…

Johnny Vegas: She didn’t plant Amelia hard enough. Take her friggin’ head off next time or get a headbutt for your troubles.

Boy: Root for the home team!

Recovering quickly, Kat staggers, but propels herself toward Amelia! Amelia sidesteps and Kat runs right into a recovered Inspector Stan, trying to get back into the ring! Thinking quickly Kat throws Stan into the ring, but gets knocked to the outside by a running boot to the side of the head by Amelia! Kat falls to the outside and seeing an opportunity, Amelia grabs Stan, lifting him up and dropping him back down with The Last Laugh! Amelia stacks Stan up to make the cover…


ONE!


Kat’s head appears just over the apron, still woozy.



TWO!


Snapping to, Kat slides into the ring, launching herself at Amelia!!


THREE!

NO!!

Kat makes it just in time, nailing Amelia in the side of the head with a clubbing blow! Wasting no time, she gets to her feet and with a running start, nails the side of Amelia’s head with a punt kick! Amelia rolls to the outside of the ring and seeing her opportunity, Kat picks Stan up and quickly hits the Kat-Astrophe! She rolls an unmoving Stan over as Amelia tries to recover on the outside.


ONE!


TWO!

Amelia gets to her feet and slides in…


THREE!



Too late! Amelia isn’t able to make it in time as Kat rolls off of Stan and backs away and out of the ring, laughing at an enraged Amelia.

Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... KAT JONES!!!

Terra Skye: Well Kat Jones barely got the victory here tonight, over a very game.. Amelia. Of course Amelia isn't taking too kindly to losing here in her debut as well.

Johnny Vegas: No, not her debut. She's just Mia, or Mitaxia... or I DON'T KNOW BUT SHES BEEN HERE!

Terra Skye: Regardless, both ladies looked impressive out here tonight, and if their paths cross once again - Things might end up differently. Who knows.

Johnny Vegas: What I do know is first off, bitches be crazy... and secondly, that Summers guy got his ASS handed to him.

Boy: INSPECTED!

Terra Skye: On that note, we'll be back!

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“Money” by Pink Floyd rings out and the fans boo for C$J as the man comes out on stage. A mic in hand, the music fades and C$J takes center stage.

C$J: There’s been a lot going on recently that…

He scoffs, smirking at the ground, obviously irritated as he paces on the stage.

C$J: That really needs to be addressed. People might THINK that they are safe on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and by all means, go out there and say whatever you want. Call out for your Freedom of Speech, your ability to freely express yourself; but what I will NOT accept is the collective inability to ignore the consequences for your actions.

He stops and looks directly into the nearest camera.

C$J: Hey Amber. How are you? Doing good I hope? I was REALLY pulling for you to win against Ken and not fall flat. You want another reason to hate me? To want to kick my incredibly good looking head off my shoulders? How about the FACT that I signed your retired father for his little match that sparked an entire roster into unrest?! How about the FACT that even though his ass retired and thereby made his rematch clause invalid, I still did it just so the father could protect his daughter. You want a reason to hate me?! I’ll give you a reason all you had to fuckin’ do was ask.

He pauses, his face still contorted with anger, still pacing a trench into the steel grates that make up the stage.

C$J: Add to that Knox coming into my office and believing he has the God given right to destroy whatever it is he wants and an insubordinate bitch of a reporter that can’t keep her mouth shut online, I’ve had it up to my eyes with all of it. But do I quit? Noooo… I don’t quit. I keep going because without me, there would be no Carnage right now. JC might have been better liked, but that doesn’t pay the bills. So in the near future, we’re going to have a little match. It will be Alex Winter against…

He pauses, his mouth splitting into a sinister smile.

C$J: Belle fuckin’ Silva. And IF anyone wants to interfere on Belle’s behalf? Both you and her will be fired from this company faster than Knox’s endurance with his new “lady of the night.”

The fans are in an upheaval at St. James’ announcement. He doesn’t bother letting them simmer as he gets the last word in.

C$J: I WILL reconsider and allow Belle to choose Alex’s opponent in that particular match, allowing her to escape unharmed. However… The ONLY way for that to happen is if Matthew Knox, and I DO hope it’s ok I call you Matthew because I’m going to fucking do it anyway; comes out here, in the ring, gets down on his knees and issues me a public apology the likes of which the world has yet to see. You hear me Knox?! You come out here and apologize and Belle is off the hook. You ignore me and she WILL pay for each and every word that has left her as well as YOUR mouth as well. Bank on it.

With that, C$J tosses the mic on the ground, causing feedback to echo as he disappears backstage.

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The Dragon Lady poked her head around hallways looking for someone. She walks silently and looks to be on an undercover mission searching the Carnage Wrestling pavilion. She stayed in the shadows as she is seen pushing doors open slowly so she can peek in and see who is there.

The Dragon Lady's eyes narrow as she walks towards a door cracked open just barely. And there it is. A muffled voice can be heard from behind the door. She peeked in and stood there unmoving. Her eyes are still narrow as the camera moves to see through the cracked door to see what she sees and to hear what she hears.

What The Dragon Lady could see, was Alex Winter, Carnage Wrestling's Resident Bastard. He was on the phone to someone and was unaware that he was even being watched. The smug bastard was so happy with himself for some reason. Maybe he'd just screwed someone else over after all that's what seems to give him great pleasure these days.

The Dragon Lady turned her head to the side trying to get her ear closer to the words Alex spoke. She would look frustrated as she slowly looked back at him.

The camera wouldn't be able to pick up his conversation either. After a moment more passed, The Dragon Lady grabbed the door almost looking like she is ready to push it open… instead she let go of the door and slowly stepped backwards and disappeared.

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Johnny Vegas: I’ve heard of the Midas touch, but I swear to god everything Knox touches or gets near turns to shit! He’s got the Shit-ass touch!

Terra Skye: Charming as usual Johnny. If you ask me, C$J is being ridiculous. Our Roster has every right to express themselves on Social media, and frankly the stunt he pulled with The Dragon Lady last Chaos was ridiculous.

Johnny Vegas: Oh boo hoo, suck it up. As for Carnage’s twitter activities, if you say stupid shit, you need to expect repercussions! Stick to politics.

Terra Skye: Ugh.

Johnny Vegas: I tell ya, these weirdos and their lovers quarrels. We need to put something in place during hiring, no office boinking!! And no stalking! Have you seen that creep Dragon Broad stalking Alex backstage?! Where do we find these people!?

Terra Skye: Or maybe no drinking on the job...anyway, let’s take it to ringside...

Johnny Vegas: Our next match-up, and I can't believe I'm saying this, features Axton Gunn making his Carnage debut against Kohaku Fujihara in a match made due to Axton being the ex-lover of Silvio Leon and Kohaku being Silvio's new fling.

Terra Skye: Your point? I mean, I think it’s a bullshit match but--

Johnny Vegas: Everyone at this place is always shacking up with each other! You're engaged to be married to the CHAOS champion! Amber Ryan and Mac Bane are together! Kyra Johnson and Ken Davison need to just hurry up and get a room already! I'm tired of all this! FUCK!

Terra Skye: It's only because none of this has happened to you, isn't it?

Johnny Vegas: I'm old, not dead! There's still plenty of gas left in this tank! And with my little blue pill, my special buddy, let me tell you...

Boy: DISJUNCTION AT THE ERECTILE FUNCTION!

Johnny Vegas: Shut up!

Terra Skye: On that note, legion, looks like things are about to get started...

Johnny Vegas: I'm so god damn lonely...

Kohaku Fujihara saunters down the ramp, whistling to himself as "High Tide Rising" by Fox blares out of the PA system. The whistling may or may not align with his entrance music. Occasionally he'll pause to interact with the fans 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 a standard-rules singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: hailing from Fushimi-ku, Kyoto, Japan, this Carnage Wrestling star stands 5' 11" and weighs in tonight at 225 pounds... KOHAKU FUJIHARA!

HEY YOU!

DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I THINK I AM?

Lasers in white and gold pan up from each side of the entrance along to the opening riffs of "Primadonna Like Me" by the Struts as none other than "Rockstar" Axton Gunn himself steps out with an electric guitar slung over his black denim jacket, his "Heartbreaker" logo emblazoned on the back in glossy black and metallic gold. The screen displays the same logo, his ring alias "Rockstar" blazing in on a shower of glitter. He jams along to the opening riffs of the song, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes highlighted by a stripe of shimmering gold facepaint. He lip-syncs to the shouting on the track.

BIG FISH....
SMALL TOWN…
ROMEO!

He makes his way toward the ring as he continues an accurate pantomime of the music, only stopping to fist-bump audience members, blow kisses or clutch his chest in mock-hurt depending on how he's received.

He comes to the center of the ring on the outside, finally sliding the guitar under the ring for safekeeping, setting a water bottle down at the corner turnbuckle, and rolling under the ropes, leaping to his feet with both hands held high, soaking in the attention of the crowd with an approving bob of his head to the beat. He sheds his jacket, handing it off to the ref, bouncing on the heels of his boots as he stretches and psyches himself up. He's ready to work the mic and just as ready to rock his opponent to the mat.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent, making his Carnage Wrestling debut tonight... He stands 5'9" and weighs 175 pounds... from Los Angeles, California... "ROCKSTAR" AXTON GUNN!!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: It's the rockstar pretty boy versus one half of the Star Spangled Fox and Friends! Introductions are over! Somebody get that idiot to do his job!

Terra Skye: You're one to talk. But it is indeed time to get the match started. Do your thing, Boy.



Once the official introductions are over, Boy rings the bell and this match is officially underway!

The match begins with Gunn walking right up to Fujihara and slapping the taste out of his mouth! The fans "OOH!" at the slap as Kohaku's head is whipped to the side. Kohaku nods, rubs his chin, and then taps the side of his face where Gunn slapped it, wanting another. Gunn pulls his hand back and blasts Fujihara with another slap right to the side of his face. The fans "OOH!" again as Kohaku takes a step back at the force from the slap, but then immediately screams at Gunn and Fujihara slaps his own face before pointing at Gunn and challenging him forward! Gunn takes a step back to better prepare for another strike, but as he leans in for a third slap, Fujihara sprints forward and clotheslines him almost out of his shoes! Gunn lands hard on the mat as the fans cheer!

Johnny Vegas: That handsome little punk is learning that you don't slap a man! Even when it was fashionable to do so, like in France, when someone would slap you and challenge you to a duel, they'd have a gun fight afterwards! Somebody had to go!

Terra Skye: I feel like I've heard that somewhere before.

Boy: I'M RICK JAMES BITCH!

Fujihara hauls Axton up to his feet and sets him up for a suplex... but Axton flips out of it, landing behind Kohaku and posing for the fans! Axton soaks in the remarkably mixed reception he's getting, but when he turns around, Kohaku slaps him hard across the face, spinning him around! Kohaku grabs Axton by the waistband and pulls him close, grabbing the rockstar and flooring him with a German Suplex! And he's still got his hands wrapped around Axton's waist! Fujihara brings Axton back up to a standing base and hauls him up and over with another German Suplex! And he's still going! Fujihara brings Axton back up once again and tries for a third German Suplex... but Axton counters with a Victory Roll! Rather than turn the counter into a pinning predicament, Gunn quickly lets go of Fujihara's legs, and with Fujihara on the mat and Gunn standing over him, Gunn blasts his opponent with a Double Foot Stomp! Gunn bounces off his opponent's chest, falling on his butt and scooting over to the corner of the ring where his water bottle is. Gunn takes a sip of "water" to calm his nerves and steel his resolve as Fujihara starts getting to his feet!

Johnny Vegas: The kid's got heart, and he'll have more of it with a little liquid courage. I can tell from all the way over here that that's not water in that bottle.

Terra Skye: Seriously? I don't know whether to be impressed or horrified. How could you possibly tell?

Johnny Vegas: At this point in my life there's more alcohol than blood running through my veins. I can spot vodka a mile away.

Boy: GO IN THE HOUSE AND PUT ON SOME LOTION!

Axton gets to his feet, preparing his next move as Fujihara gets to his feet as well. When Fujihara gets to a standing position, Gunn comes flying out of the corner, hitting his opponent with a Lifting Knee Strikes! The force causes Fujihara to whip around and go spinning out of control into the corner turnbuckles, hitting his upper chest hard and bouncing back right into Gunn's arms, as Gunn floors Fujihara with a Half Nelson Suplex! Gunn does a Kip Up to another mixed reception, and once again poses for the fans. He plants his butt on the top rope and gets to a standing position on Bret's Rope as he waits for Fujihara to get up. Fujihara gets up, turns, and Gunn sails off the second rope, hitting his opponent with a Diving DDT! Gunn rolls Fujihara over and goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!!

Terra Skye: There's a lot of pride on the line in this match and Fujihara isn't going down without one hell of a fight!

Johnny Vegas: Pride and maybe the heart of Silvio Leon! Kohaku might be the new fling, but Gunn is walking all over him and looking pretty impressive while doing it. Plus he has those rockstar good looks. Game recognizes game, and pretty recognizes pretty, and damn that's a good-looking man.

Boy: YOU KNOW WHAT DOG FOOD TASTES LIKE? DO YOU? IT TASTES JUST LIKE IT SMELLS! DELICIOUS!

Gunn brings his opponent up off the mat and prepares his next offensive flurry. Gunn backs Fujihara into the ropes and sends him firing off across the ring with an Irish Whip. Upon his return, Gunn attempts a Superman Punch... but Kohaku leaps up and catches Gunn with a tremendous spear! The fans cheer as Kohaku gets fired up and pumps his fists! He quickly hauls Gunn back up, puts him into position for a Powerbomb, and lifts, draping Gunn across one of his shoulders in what resembles an Inverted Running Powerslam. Fujihara runs into a corner of the ring with Gunn on his shoulders, flipping and slamming Gunn chest-first into the top turnbuckle! Fujihara then positions Gunn's body onto the turnbuckles and follows him up! The fans cheer and watch in amazement as Kohaku Fujihara nails Axton Gunn with a Top Rope Falcon Arrow! Fujihara reaches across Gunn's body, hooks a leg, and goes for then pin and the win!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Damn, he actually kicked out! Tough little punk! I like him already!

Terra Skye: I have to admit that I had my doubts about Gunn heading into this match, but he's definitely showing signs of greatness as this match continues. Fujihara looks to be in firm control, however, and is also showing the flare and intensity that has made Team Starfox one of the best teams in Carnage Wrestling.

Boy: NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, I THINK I'M BLEEDING INSIDE MY CHEST! BUT I GOT THE MEDICINE!

Fujihara seems more energized than ever even after Gunn kicked out of such a spectacular move. Fujihara picks up Gunn, puts him into position, and blasts him with a Powerbomb! Kohaku then yells, grunts, and in a great display of raw strength, deadlifts Gunn from the mat all the way back up, nailing Gunn with another powerbomb! And he's still going! Fujihara yells once again, sweat dripping off his brow, as he deadlifts Gunn one more time... and Gunn attempts to counter with a Huracanrana! But Fujihara counters the counter! Gunn's body is left dangling upside-down, and Kohaku plants himself downward, spiking Gunn's head into the mat with a Piledriver! Gunn's head bounces hard against the unforgiving mat and he crumples to the side of his opponent, unmoving! Fujihara rolls him over and goes for the win!


ONE!!!!!!!!!!


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

KICKOUT! AXTON GUNN KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Terra Skye: Fujihara's intensity is turning to frustration! I don't think anybody expected Gunn to be this resilient!

Johnny Vegas: Sometimes you wanna win so badly that you just don't know when to quit! Whatever reason Gunn has for staying in this match, I hope it's a good one, because the Foxy Hotty is about to shift things into next gear!

Terra Skye: So you like Kohaku too?

Johnny Vegas: It's as I said: game recognizes game, pretty recognizes pretty, and that right there is a handsome hunk of Japanese steel.

Terra Skye: I don't know how to feel about this. I really don't.

Boy: HOW'S IT TASTE, MOTHERFUCKER?!

Johnny Vegas: Can you please stop yelling for once?!

Boy: NO, I CAN'T STOP YELLING, 'CAUSE THAT'S HOW I TALK! HAVEN'T YOU SEEN MY MOVIES? "JUICE"! THAT WAS A GOOD ONE! "DEEP BLUE SEA"! THEY ATE ME! A MOTHERFUCKING SHARK ATE ME! DRINK UP, BITCH!

Gunn struggles to his feet as Kohaku stalks his opponent. When Gunn manages to get to a standing base, Fujihara runs the ropes, hurling himself into his opponent and attempting his "Fox's Run" signature maneuver, a running bulldog lariat... but Gunn counters with a Superman Punch! Fujihara lands hard on the mat, holding his jaw, as Gunn goes to the corner where his "water" bottle is and takes a large sip! He waits for his opponent to get up, and when Kohaku does, Gunn sprays his opponent with some Moscow Mist! Fujihara turns around, blinded, struggling to get the hard alcohol out of his eyes, and he's caught completely off-guard when Gunn blasts him with a Half-Nelson Suplex! And Gunn isn't done! With Fujihara laying on his stomach near the bottom rope, Gunn runs to the opposite side of the ring, rebounds off the ropes, and runs into his opponent with a baseball slide that sends Fujihara to the outside! Gunn pumps his fists and stomps his feet and the fans cheer, knowing what's coming! As Fujihara gets up, Gunn runs full-tilt across the ring and dives through the ropes, hitting Kohaku with an incredible Suicide Dive! Both men are down on the outside as the fans cheer!

Johnny Vegas: Not bad, rookie! Not bad at all! You would've looked like a damn fool idiot if you'd broke your neck on that one, but still... not bad.

Terra Skye: Even if his attitude rubs a lot of people the wrong way, I have to say, Gunn's convincing a lot of people right now that this isn't just some throwaway gimmick for the music star to help sell his latest album. He seems to have put a lot of thought, training, and heart into this match.

Boy: HE WOULD STEP ACROSS THE LINE! HABITUALLY! HE'S A HABITUAL LINE STEPPER!

Gunn manages to be the first man on his feet, and he grabs Fujihara by the back of the head and throws him into the ring. Fujihara gets back up to his feet, but when he turns around, Gunn kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over, and nails a Double-Arm DDT! Gunn drags Fujihara to the center of the ring and points to the top rope! Gunn goes over to the corner of the ring where his "water" bottle is, takes a quick sip for some liquid courage, and attempts his finishing move, The Encore! But Fujihara gets his legs up and counters the move! The fans cheer as Fujihara experiences a surge of adrenaline, gets up, and when Axton Gunn manages to get to a kneeling position, Fujihara hits him with the Fox's Run! The fans cheer as now Fujihara points to the ropes! Fujihara ascends to the top turnbuckle and flies off, attempting his "Fox's Leap" Corkscrew Moonsault finisher... but now Gunn gets his legs up! Fujihara crumples to the mat holding his gut! Both men slowly rise to their feet as the fans cheer!

Johnny Vegas: It's still anybody's ballgame here!

Terra Skye: Maybe, but I'm not sure how much longer either of them can keep this up!

Boy: WHY DON'T YOU PURIFY YOURSELF IN THE WATERS OF LAKE MINNETONKA?

Gunn and Fujihara circle each other, both men determined to fight things out until the bitter end. Gunn raises his hand and slaps it, signaling for a test of strength! Fujihara nods, and extends out his own hand... only for Gunn to poke him in the eye! Fujihara whips himself around and away from his opponent, struggling to clear his vision as the referee begins admonishing Gunn for his illegal move. But Gunn is already capitalizing, as he hits Fujihara with a Half-Nelson Suplex! Fujihara hits so hard he flips end-over-end and winds up in a position where he is on both knees!

Summoning up the last of his fighting spirit, Kohaku pumps both of his fists and spring up from the mat! The fans cheer at Kohaku's ability to power through the pain, and when Axton Gunn runs full-force straight into him, trying to catch Fujihara with a Running Knee Strike, Fujihara counters and catches Gunn with the Fox's Run! The fans cheer as Kohaku ascends to the top rope and nails Gunn with the Fox's Leap! Kohaku clutches his sides in pain but manages to quickly cover Gunn, hook the leg, and go for the win!


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The fans cheer as Kohaku rolls off of Gunn, and with his back on the mat, Kohaku raises both arms in victory!

Kohaku gets to a standing position and bows to the fans before the referee raises his arm in victory! Kelly Carmichael makes it official!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner... KOHAKU FUJIHARA!

The fans cheer and chant as Kohaku grins and celebrates with them.

Johnny Vegas: And the rebound beats the old flame! Hate to see it!

Terra Skye: Do you have a romantic bone in your body?

Johnny Vegas: Well…..

Terra Skye: Nevermind. Kohaku Fujihara is victorious, falling Axton Gunn in his Carnage debut! Stay tuned, we have a stacked slate of matches still to come on Chaos! And follow us live on twitter at CarnageWrestlin, No G!

Johnny Vegas: Just roll the commercial for fucks sake..

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The cameras cut backstage, and we see Jonathan Willis enter the arena. Jon makes his way through the winding hallways towards his assigned locker room for the night, listening to some music on his headphones, a determined look on his face. Jon finds his locker room, opens the door, flips the light switch, and rolls his luggage suitcase into the room. Jon sees something that stops him dead in his tracks. He slowly removes his headphones and lets them fall to the ground.

Jonathan Willis: No.... Please... No....

Laying on top of a bench in Jon's locker room is a small cell phone, the kind that is commonly called a "burner". It is similar to the cell phone Jon's mysterious blackmailer had called him on several weeks ago. Jon's lip trembles hesitantly as he reaches for the phone, ignoring everything else. He turns it on, and his heart sinks into his stomach. Jon cries out, not in anger, and not loudly, but softly, like a child, and with an incredible sadness. He nearly begins crying. An incredibly pained expression comes across his face as a familiar message blinks at him from the phone's home screen.

One Voicemail Received

Jon looks down, shaking his head, and calls the phone's automated voicemail system with trembling fingers. He hears a robotic voice.

You have... ONE... new messages. From... NAME UNKNOWN.... at... NUMBER UNKNOWN. To hear your messages, please press.... ONE.

Fearing what comes next but knowing he has no choice, Jon presses "1" on the small phone and hears the following message in the same familiar garbled, deeply baritone voice of his blackmailer speaking through a voice changer.

Jon's entire body begins trembling as the message ends and the phone's automated voicemail system continues the call.

To replay this message, please press.... 1. To delete, press... 7. For more options, please press... 9. To end this call, please hang up. To replay this message, please press...

Jon snaps the phone in half, throwing the pieces onto the ground. He begins stomping on them, then falls to his knees and begins hitting the pieces of the shattered phone with his bare hands. The cameras cut away.

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As Chaos comes back from commercial break, the interior of C$J’s office is shown, everything put back down with new, industrial strength brackets holding his desk down to the floor. A polite knock on the door sounds, bringing C$J’s attentions up to it.

C$J: Come in!

C$J’s voice is unusually chipper as JC enters into the office, his eyes falling on C$J and narrowing. C$J’s voice cracks slightly but he recovers quickly.

C$J: J...J… *Ahem* JC. It’s good of you to come. Let me get straight to the point. I need you to take care of an issue for me. She’s known as Amelia right now, but goes by Mia Rayne. If you accomplish this, you will of course be rewarded with…

He’s stopped mid-sentence as JC stops in the middle of sitting down, standing back up, and stepping right into C$J’s face. After what felt like an eternity to Carnage’s boss, the silence is split by JC’s laughter as he turns around and walks out of the office, slamming the door behind him, the noise echoing throughout the hall.

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We open on a shot of the back where former World Champion Jack Michaels is walking with his biological daughter Amber Michaels and showing her around the Carnage arena. Jack is dressed in a light blue suit and tie combo as Amber is in a casual white tee shirt over mint capris. Jack is pointing out some of the various offices and crew people as Amber takes it all in.

Jack Michaels: … and over there is where they do all the production for the show. It’s a pretty slick operation they have here.

Amber Michaels: It’s really cool, Dad. I know AJ was telling me about how you guys did your interviews and stuff but I didn’t know how involved it was.

Jack stops walking and raises an eyebrow.

Jack Michaels: AJ? Who is AJ?

Amber chuckles a bit.

Amber Michaels: Amber Ryan. I call her AJ with her middle name being Jaye and all. I figure it’s easier that way then saying Amber all the time and feeling like I have brain damage considering both of us have the same name.

Jack Michaels: Hmmm… Well I guess that makes sense. I mean to be fair, most people probably think I do have brain damage now that I adopted Am… AJ. Two daughters named Amber seems a bit odd. Then again… I am old and senile so it makes sense.

Amber Michaels: No argument here.

Jack narrows his look at his daughter who starts to laugh and gives her Dad a hug. Jack smiles as the two walk arm and arm as Kyra Johnson rounds the corner. Kyra glances up, rolling her eyes and sighing when she sees who's walking towards her.  

Kyra Johnson: Fucks sake...

She mutters to herself as she moves to the side, wanting to move around the pair and continue her way down the hall. Jack goes to keep walking but Amber turns to face Kyra.

Amber Michaels: Hey! Kyra!

Kyra stops for a few moments, turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. Amber senses the coldness from Kyra and quiets down.

Amber Michaels: Uh… Good to see you?

Jack comes back and pulls on Amber’s arm.

Jack Michaels: Hey baby girl… Let’s leave her alone.

Amber turns to Jack.

Amber Michaels: Why? I know you guys aren’t together anymore but we can at least be friendly right?

Amber turns to Kyra who just stands there and raises an eyebrow at her. Amber clears her throat.

Amber Michaels: Err... Right? I mean how is Adina doing? I thought we were going to have her for a while in Vegas.

Amber trails off as Jack let’s go of Amber and sighs.

Jack Michaels: Yeah… Actually that’s a good point. I miss her destroying my wrestling figure with her troll doll.

Amber laughs a bit as Jack smiles but Kyra continues to just stare at them, the expression on her face unchanging as she sighs again.

Kyra Johnson: Listen, I don’t have any reason to hold anything against you, Amber… Except for how naive you are. But that’s not your fault.

She turns her eyes up at Jack, her glare like ice as she looks him over and turns her attention back to his daughter.

Kyra Johnson: ...And Adina is fine. I’ll let her give you a call sometime. Can I go now?

She asks sarcastically, pointing over her shoulder. We can see Amber frown a bit and looks like she’s about to say something but Jack turns to her.

Jack Michaels: Hey, could you grab me a cup of coffee from catering baby girl? I want to talk to Kyra for a minute.

Amber narrows her gaze past Jack to Kyra but nods her head.

Amber Michaels: Yeah… Yeah. Talk to her. I’ll see you Kyra.

Amber walks away as Jack turns his eyes back to Kyra.

Jack Michaels: “Give her a call?” As much as I love that little girl, I think Amber loves her even more. What happened to letting us still be part of her life?

Kyra rolls her eyes.

Kyra Johnson: That's what I said, and as I recall I haven't gotten a phone call or anything trying to be in her life.

It’s now Jack’s turn to narrow his gaze.

Jack Michaels: I call, you don’t answer. I try to be civil when I’m here, you ignore me. You bash me on social media, I give up trying to talk there. What am I supposed to do? Email your secretary? I’m out of ideas on what else to do here, Kyra. I’ve apologized and I’ve admitted I was wrong. I don’t…

Jack looks flustered for a second as his words trail off.

Jack Michaels: What else do you want from me?

Kyra puts her hands on her hips and stares at him for a few moments, before she starts chuckling.

Kyra Johnson: Yep. I'm the bad guy. I did this, and I did that. But what you fail to realize is that everything I've done is in response to the stupid shit you've done. But I forgot, you're the martyr. You're the hero in this story and I'm the evil bitch who just wants to ruin your life.  Then again... I thought my opinion didn't matter?  Hmmm?

Jack stares back at Kyra and shakes his head.

Jack Michaels: It’s not my life you’re ruining kid… What happened to you?

Amber comes walking back up with a cup of coffee just as Kyra smiles, looking between he and his daughter as she steps up closer to Jack, staring daggers through him. 

Kyra Johnson: This is who I've always been. Sorry that you couldn't turn me into the complacent little bitch you always wanted, honey...  But if you'll excuse me, I've got better shit to do.

We see Amber drop the cup of coffee as he looks like she wants to rush forward at Kyra but Jack holds her back.

Jack Michaels: No, it’s okay. It’s okay. Let it go Amber, let it go.

Kyra chuckles again as she turns on her heel and walks away from the duo.

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Johnny Vegas: I, for one, am not surprised that a man who paints himself and does backflips has a stalker.

Terra Skye: I don’t think it’s a situation to make light of, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Neither are you, tons of fu-

There’s a clatter as Terra has knocked Johnny Vegas’ headset off of his old, stupid head. Boy laughs ferociously as Terra speaks.

Terra Skye: And aside from that, it seems as though our employer is unsuccessful in his attempts at recruiting people for his services, as JC showed...let’s say very little interest in “Handling” Mia.

Johnny Vegas: First off, I am the VOICE of Carnage. Don’t you DARE deny the Legion my takes, ever again...and secondly, JC is a moron. Nothing new. Let’s talk about the real issue. Kyra Johnson, that no good two timing bitch treating Jack Michaels and his Daughter! I used to love that woman, but now I hope the Cowboy puts her down like a Clint Eastwood flick!

Terra Skye: It’s certainly a tense situation, as is our upcoming match. Recently, the new blood in the company has been very active on social media. As a result, Sebastian Hawke agreed to a match with Mitch Heart.

Johnny Vegas: Not too bright, but ballsy..

Terra Skye: Let’s see if he can back it up, heading to ringside to get this underway!!

Terra Skye: Here we go, Sebastian Hawke's debut here in Carnage and he drew a tough test.

Johnny Vegas: Mitch is gonna eat this kid and shit him out.

Boy: FIBER!!

Sebastian leans over the top rope, flashing a “rock on” sign to Axton Gunn who has joined the small crowd to watch his friend’s first match. Mitch, not one to suffer fools rolls his eyes, and dashes over, snatching Hawke and nailing him with a back suplex. He gets vertical, and gives his one one-fingered sign to Axton Gunn. He turns around and as Sebastian is getting to his hands and knees, Mitch charges forth and punts him in the rubs, then leaps and drops both elbows onto Hawke’s back before getting him in a headlock and raining shots down on his curly haired head

Terra Skye: Mitch Heart not impressed that the social media friendship has extended to the match here tonight

Johnny Vegas: I'm not impressed either. These two kids, still got baby fat on their faces, jawin off to everyone including Jack Michaels like they got a right to. I don't like Mitch, but I like Hawke, Axton, and everyone else a lot less!

Sebatsian manages to slip Mitch’s grip and scurries to the ropes, Mitches goes to nail a clothesline but Hawke ducks it and pays Mitch a stiff kick to the back of the knee, which causes the brawler to grab at the wounded area. Hawke keeps the pressure on and pays a second kick, then a third. He has Mitch hopping away on the unaffected leg! Hawke pursues, snatching Mitch by the back of the head he goes for a reverse DDT and nails it! He kips up, runs of the ropes and leaps to the second one springboarding off of it and hitting Mitch with a coffin drop! He goes for the pin!

Johnny Vegas: Too soon, you mook!!


ONE!

Mitch kicks out emphatically. As Sebastian gets to his knees, Mitch suddenly springs up and nails Sebastian with a leaping clothesline. He then pulls Sebastian up his knees and hits him with a short drop DDT before transitioning it into a chokehold, locking in a body scissors. To go along with it. Hawke flails wildly, and is able to drag him and Mitch to the ropes. He snatches onto the bottom rope and the ref begins yelling for Mitch to break the hold, which he doesn’t until the count of four. He then gets to his feet and stalks Hawke, waiting for him to get to his feet

Terra Skye: There's very little finesse in Mitch Heart's offense. He has incorporated more actual wrestling moves into his repertoire, but it's still like watching a street fighter in the ring

Johnny Vegas: Yep. it's like watchin a crack whore try to dance burlesque

Terra Skye: That's wrong on so many levels

As Hawke gets to his feet, Mitch charges to clothesline him but Hawke falls, pulling the top rope down and sending Mitch out over the top rope! Mitch crashes to the floor on the outside, and Hawke charges the ropes opposite before charging toward Mitch and leaping over the top rope, nailing the Detroit brawler with a Tope Suicida!! He Leaps to his feet, then leaps back onto the apron and waits for Mitch to get vertical. As soon as he does, Hawke goes for a moonsault but Mitch catches him and drives him first into the apron, before nailing a running powerslam to the unforgiving floor on the outside!!

Johnny Vegas: HAH! EAT IT KID!!

Boy: DRINK YOUR OVALTINE!!


Mitch lifts Hawke to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He takes a moment to walk to Axton and pay him a sneer, and another middle finger salute before rolling into the ring. He stalks Hawke who slowly gets to his feet and nails him with the Heartbreaker! Then wraps his arm around Hawke’s head and hits Fall of the Broken! He drops down for a cover

Terra Skye: Fall of the Broken! It's over!

Boy: FUCK YOU TWEEVER


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...Mitch "The Broken" Heart!!

Terra Skye: And Mitch Heart notches another win here in Carnage! Hawke put up a valiant effort, and no doubt has a bright future here, but he did not secure a win against the only wrestler thus far to have stood toe to toe with Zane King!!

Johnny Vegas: After seein’ him in the cage with that FREAK...I’m just gonna say it, Tweeder may have BEEN Ultraviolence in Carnage, but that hobo looking ginger? I’m callin my shot, if Mac fucks up...WHICH HE WON'T - Mitch deserves a shot at that UV title. I mean, he can’t wrestle for shit but holy FUCK is he mean!!

Terra Skye: I don’t know about that assessment of his skill, but Mitch Heart certainly seems to embody the new generation’s spirit of Ultraviolence. Him and his Opponent from We Are Relentless.

Johnny Vegas: Put em both in with Kyra, you know.. IF she makes it past the COWBOY!! Which she won't, but just in case... That’ll show the bitch! Anyway, watch these ads so I can get cocktail money!

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We fade into C$J's office as he is frantically looking at documents with his blue tooth in his ear while talking on the phone.

C$J: Yeah. Yeah. I get it. Look, just make sure you keep that under your hat until the one hundreth show. What do you mean I'm going to need a permit from the city for that? THAT MUCH??!!

There is a knock at the door. C$J stops and looks at the door strangely.

C$J: Wrestlers don't know how to knock. Lenny, do me a favor and get security to my office. Now.

C$J walks over and opens the door and we see Trent Steel standing there in his full ring gear and face paint.

Trent Steel: Hello boss...

C$J: Lenny... send more. Send a lot more.

Trent Steel: Did you call those people on my list.

C$J: List? Oh. Right, the um...the thing you gave me last week about opponents. I did. I should hear something by next week.

Trent is silent for a minute and walks into the office.

C$J: Look. I know you guys like to give people in charge a lot of shit. If I worked for Jason Bridges I'd wanna punch my boss to.

Trent Steel: Good that you have empathy...

C$J: If you lay your hands on me...I swear I'll...

Trent Steel: You'll swear to nothing because I'm not here to hit you. I'm here to reward you.

C$J: Re...what?

Trent walks over to C$J's deck and pulls out an old and expensive bottle of scotch from his trenchcoat.

C$J: Bribery will get you somewhere in life, but not with me to get a title shot...

Trent Steel: I don't want what I don't earn. You did what I asked you to do so I'm rewarding the good faith. I promise it's not poisoned.

C$J: Well, thank you for not being a total asshole, but I'm going to be honest here Trent. I don't see a lot in you.

Trent Steel: I usually leave it in the ring so that's not surprising.

C$J: This look. This tired nineties grunge thing. You've fallen off twice in the past few months and honestly I can think of so many more who deserve to be where you are at.

Trent Steel: Tell them to come and take my spot then.

C$J: My spot! My roster! My Fe...

Trent pops his knuckles at that point.

C$J: You think I'm scared of you? You work for me. Me! Not Joe! Not Jason! Not Kyra! ME! Yeah I made the calls and you know what. I hope no one returns them.

Trent Steel: Emm hmm...

C$J: And even if they do...your curtain jerking where you belong. Yeah. You'll get a match cause apparently these stupid fans actually like you, but truth be told I don't see it.

Trent Steel: Opening spot is fine by me...means the rest of your show is going to suck and you'll get fired for that.

C$J: Do not attempt to fuck with me Trent.

Trent Steel: Oh. Let's be clear about something. Right here and now so there is no confusion. If and when I decide to fuck with you. You'll know it, and I promise you...you'll regret it.

C$J: Get out of my office. You got another match to lose soon don't you?

Trent Steel: Yeah. Bout that. Good call making it a submission match.

C$J: Thank you. Fuck you. Bye!

Trent chuckles for a moment and starts to head out the door just a security gets there.

Trent Steel: You know. You're really tense. I think you might need to work on your anger management. This job tends to bring out the worst in people.

C$J: OUT!

Trent Steel: Alright... just saying... it's done wonders for me... heheheh...

Trent walks out of the office as C$J stands there slightly shaking. He takes a moment to take a breath and looks down at the scotch.

C$J: Well at least he's not a cheapskate.

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A camera catches Adrienne Levi backstage before her tag match. Sitting on a shipping crate, she stares idly at a slip of paper. The operator gets close enough for a young upstart to notice.

Adrienne Levi: Can I help you?

The camera shakes back and forth. Adrienne folds the note and tucks it into her boot.

Adrienne Levi: Oh, okay. I guess you want me to say something. This show being live and all.

With only moments before she was to meet The Dragon Lady, she hops off the crate.

Adrienne Levi: It’s just me today. My friends are really busy tonight. Been real busy as of late. One by one, they’ve all made these statements about … change.

The camera follows as she walks towards her destination.

Adrienne Levi: I’m not blind to it. I just want this business to be inclusive. I know this sounds naive. In an industry that profits off of personal issues, here I am, just wanting everyone to get along.

Adrienne paused.

Adrienne Levi: I know that's not possible. What is possible is moving on from the mindset that you are only what you’ve done. Move on from this mindset of being only magnanimous as long as everyone knows that only you could be so kind and charitable.

Finally, approaching the curtain for the Gorilla position, she stops to say one last thing.

Adrienne Levi: That’s what this change is for, don’t you think? For this business to be for everyone, some people need to adapt … or step aside.

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Johnny Vegas: And the shit show just continues for Trent, the stupid prick, Steel, huh?

Terra Skye: Oh, whatever. I'm more curious about those phone-calls that CSJ was making on Trent's behalf.

Johnny Vegas: Probably lawyers or some shit. Who knows.

Terra Skye: You're a fucking moron. Anyway, before this match starts, I'd like to touch on what we just heard from Adrienne Levi. I just love this young lady. She has the right attitude about this industry.

Boy: GROWING ORANGES!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah... She's the statue of virtue.. Let's just see how 'humble' and 'gracious' she is when she's going for her first title.

Terra Skye: Well whether she and the Dragon Lady win or lose this match, they'll be at least fighting for a chance at the Chaos title or the Baltimore City title. Same goes for Eli and Steve. But it looks like it's about ready to start!


Levi pats Dragon Lady on the shoulder before stepping out onto the apron, opposite their opponents. Goode starts out the contest for his team with Matthews stepping out onto the apron. Mameha takes a seat on the ring steps, folding her dainty hands into her lap as she observes. She pays Dragon Lady a quick shout of encouragement as Dragon Lady and Goode meet in the middle of the ring, and lock up.

Terra Skye: These four are definitely in line for a unique opportunity! Tonight, as teams they fight for the opportunity to fight one another for either a title or a shot at a title

Johnny Vegas: Yep, Winners fight for the Baltimore title at 100 and next week the Losers fight to take on Thor at Chaos 100 for the Chaos title.

Terra Skye: IF Thor beats Harry.

Johnny Vegas: He will.

Goode gets the upper hand and takes Dragon Lady down with an arm drag. She kips up and charges back in only for Goode to take her down with another arm drag but this time, he holds on and drives a knee into the side of her head as he locks an arm bar in. Before the ref can get in to check on Dragon Lady, she pushes herself to her feet and nimbly flips against the arm bar, and frees herself from Goode before promptly nailing him in the chest with a Yakuza kick, then floors him by bouncing off the ropes and hitting Goode with a scissor kick!!

Johnny Vegas: This bitch! Ref that kick could concuss someone!!

Terra Skye: It's wrestling, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: I know! and Dragon bitch is tarnishing it's good reputation!

Dragon Lady goes and tags Levi in, and the two lift Goode up before nailing him with a double DDT. Matthews gets in and charges the ladies then, going for a double clothesline but they duck and nail Matthews with stereo super kicks! Dragon Lady lifts Matthews up and tosses him over the top rope, before following him out and stepping onto the apron in her corner. Matthews gets up and painfully makes his way to his own corner, climbing on the apron and snatching the tag rope. Levi meanwhile has gone for the pin!

Boy: SHOULDERS DOWN ASS UP THATS THE WAY WE LIKE T--

Terra Skye: BOY!! MANNERS!


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Eli Goode kicks out!! Levi gets to her feet, pulling Goode with her. She whips him into a corner and charges after him, going for a clothesline but Goode ducks underneath and locks in the Goodenight! Levi almost instantly grabs onto the ropes but Eli makes no move to break it! The ref starts yelling and trying to pry Eli off, reaching 4 before Matthews pulls his opponent off to evade DQ. Eli drops Levi and follows Steve to his corner, tagging Matthews in! Levi gets to her feet, favoring her shoulder and neck from the impact and chokehold but is met with a big spear by Matthews! He begins raining forearms down onto Levi’s head. He gets to his feet and pulls Levi with him.

Johnny Vegas: There you go Eli! Kick that loser's ass!

Terra Skye: She literally beat him last show. And what the hell was Eli doing holding on to that hold through a rope break?! Its like he doesn't care about this match!

Johnny Vegas: Fluke win! And Eli can do whatever the fuck he wants!

Matthews nails her with a snap suplex, rolls his hips and pulls Levi up with him before hitting another snap suplex! He then lifts her and holds her vertically as the legion cheers at the display of strength. He turns to Goode and shouts, at him. Goode gets the message and hops onto the top rope and launches from there to nail Levi with a spear! He rolls out of the ring after the spear brings Levi and Matthews down with a high impact suplex! Matthews goes for the pin

Johnny Vegas: Here we go! Eli is goin to fight for the Baltimore City Championship!


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TH--NO!

Johnny Vegas: NO! CHEATING DRAGON SKANK!!

Dragon Lady breaks the pin up just in the nick of time! She returns to her corner and begins cheering for Levi, extending her hand into the ring. Goode lifts Levi up, and goes to whip her into his corner but Levi manages to reverse it, sending Goode crashing into his corner! Matthews tags himself in as Levi leaps and tags in Dragon Lady!!

Terra Skye: Here we go, hot tags! What a match, lets see how it ends!!

Dragon Lady leaps over the top rope and instantly goes to work on Steve Matthews! She lands hard lefts and rights as Matthews tries his best to cover up. But Dragon Lady busts through his block with a hard european uppercut! She then kicks Matthews in the gut, snatches him in a side headlock and nails him with “Breathe Fire”!! She rolls on top of him, as Levi charges across the ring and spears Goode off the apron!

Johnny Vegas: NO! CHEATER! THE LOSER IS CHEATING!

Terra Skye: Breathe fire! She's got the leg hooked!

Boy: BANGBUST DOT COM


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Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners, The Dragon Lady and Adrienne Levi!!!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?!

Terra Skye: What a match! But really, there aren't any losers here tonight because while Adrienne and Dragon Lady are going to be moving on to fight against one another for the vacated Baltimore City Championship - Eli and Steve will be going up against one another at Chaos 99 for a chance at whomever is the Chaos champion at Chaos 100!

Johnny Vegas: Bunch of bitches... I swear.

Boy: SEVENTY BANANAS ALL IN A ROW!

Terra Skye: Johnny, quit being so bitter. I know it's hard, but please... Try.

Johnny Vegas: I WILL NOT!

Terra Skye: Ugh. We'll be back in a few, folks!

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The camera picks up Alex Winter now in catering as he looks around at what's available food wise. The look on his face is of nothing but pure disgust.

Alex Winter: "Hey! Why the hell do we have peasant food here? Where's the lobster, and not the cheap lobster sticks with no lobster in either?"

Frustrated and annoyed that no one answers him and just stares confusingly at him, Alex swipes all the food off the catering table.

Just as the food crashes to the ground making one large mess for the janitor to clean up… the camera zooms in towards an open window but a few feet behind Alex Winter.

It takes a brief moment for the camera lenses to focus. When it does, the masked face of The Dragon Lady is there as she glares at Alex. Her fingertips can be seen on the window sill making her look as if she is ready to spring through the window straight at Alex's back…

Laughing to himself, Alex mocks the janitor as he starts to clear up the food.

Alex Winter: "Should all be grateful none of that got on my suit. This suit was tailored to my liking and worth more than all of you would ever earn."

With that said, Alex brushes his shoulder off and a smirk of pure arrogance graces his face as he heads off away from catering.

After Alex disappears. The Dragon Lady is seen hopping through the window. She lands softly on her feet. She would start walking after Alex and then pauses. She stares at the mess of food on the floor and shakes her head. She begins walking fast and quiet past janitors, until she disappeared off camera going in Alex Winters direction.

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“She’s a Genius” by Jet blares out and Belle Silva shows up on stage. She looks a little less upbeat as usual, her usual peppy demeanor tampered. She does her best to smile at some of the nearby fans as she waves and heads down to the ring. Getting in, she takes her mic and sighs, trying to sum up the will to continue. Her song fades to silence as the Carnage Legion all shout tidings of support. She smiles and once again tries to speak.

Belle Silva: Thank you. Truly. I know how supportive you all can be in times of real crisis. You certainly know how to make a person feel special and welcome. What happened last week was… Horrific and awful. I’ve personally been at my wits end trying to keep everything together after… Everything, but that isn’t what tonight is about is it? Tonight is about the future! Tonight is about seeing what’s next for the Carnage Legion and what else the people in back have in store for us! So… Without further ado, I introduce you to my next guest on Beyond the Bell! He’s been at the top of his game since joining our ranks and continues to impress weekly when he comes out. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Silvio Leon!

“Superstition” plays and Silvio comes out on stage as the crowd cheers for The Oracle. Smiling, he waves, blows kisses, gives high-fives and finger guns at the assembled crowd as he makes his way down the ramp and joins Belle in the middle of the ring.

Belle Silva: Welcome to Beyond the Bell Silvio and thank you for joining me!

Silvio Leon stands in the ring with Belle dressed in his street clothes; jeans, red Converse, and a black t-shirt that says, ‘DO A BARREL ROLL!’ in white lettering across the chest above an Arwing silhouette. Beaming, he gives her a polite nod.

Silvio Leon: Hey, thanks for having me!

Belle smiles and gestures for him to have a seat on the chair beside hers.

Belle Silva: You’ve had quite the journey up until this point with a career that has put the most veteran among the roster on notice. Now, what brought you to Carnage in the first place?

Silvio Leon: I talked about this a little in my first promo here.

Smiling, he shakes his head.

Silvio Leon: Hard to believe that was just a few months ago. Feels like ages. Anyway, I think it goes back to the idea that everyone knows something that you don’t. I believe that everyone has a story in them worth telling. The stories the people here want to tell are best suited to a dynamic medium that engages the audience in a unique way. The Legion gets a visceral, emotional, and explosive tale experienced in real time with the narrators. There’s nothing else like it in the world. So, to tell the story I want to tell in the way I want to tell it, I joined Carnage.

Belle nods, understanding the need to tell your own story

Belle Silva: In recent weeks, you’ve been quite vocal about a new age coming to Carnage. I believe the term used was “a changing of the guards.” Has there been any particular issue that has rubbed you the wrong way or do you just feel like it’s time for people from Carnage’s past to step out of the way and usher in this new age?

He grins, dark eyes glinting.

Silvio Leon: The cryptids and the classicals. Now, let me set something straight here - I don’t feel like anyone needs to step away or quit. There’s room for everyone. I just think we’ve been seeing the same peoples’ narratives taking priority for a while and they aren’t the only ones with something worth saying; something worth showing.

Belle nods and sees her next question, almost hesitating to ask it.

Belle Silva: With all of that said, what are your thoughts on the main event for the centennial episode of Chaos?

Sighing, brows raising, Silvio shrugs.

Silvio Leon: Apparently it’s something that was written into a contract somewhere and Michaels’ retirement didn’t invalidate it, so it is what it is, I guess. Honestly, though, I gotta wonder - why not Catalina?

Before Silvio can go on, the audience bursts into cheers. He smiles, waiting until they calm down before continuing.

Silvio Leon: The Lucha Princess going to claim a second crown and build a kingdom in her own right? She’s undefeated and she’s been demonstrating show after show that she’s a spectacular talent both as a tag and singles wrestler. Why not Willis?

At the mention of Willis, chants of, ‘TREE LOB-STER!’ begin echoing up from the fans. Silvio even joins in for a few rounds.

Silvio Leon: I’ve seen what he can do and experienced it up close and personal. He has a fire in him fueled by conviction. That won’t be ignored forever; he won’t let it. Why not Adrienne?

The reaction is ecstatic. Silvio encourages it, spreading his arms and beckoning for the crowd to give him more; to give Adrienne more, Belle even joining in on the applause. They quiet as he raises the mic to his lips again.

Silvio Leon: A former valet we’ve seen honing her craft since she set foot in the door? She’s shown us that her background lends her a unique perspective that her competitors just don’t have. Why not Knox?

The audience’s support for the former World Champ is raucous. Silvio makes a face, tapping his lower lip and shaking his head before making an impatient little gesture to the crowd as he paces around the ring. He points to each set of seats, encouraging them to cheer louder until he’s finally satisfied with the volume of their enthusiasm.

Silvio Leon: When Thor and Insidious came in, declaring war on the roster and claiming they were going to bring out everyone’s dark side or whatever their end goal was, who was the first person to take up the Carnage standard and say, ‘No’? Who led the charge when it came to nipping that threat in the bud and affirming that their nonsense wouldn’t be tolerated?

He gives a lopsided smile and raises a brow.

Silvio Leon: Shoot, why not me?

The Oracle stands in the ring with a cheeky little grin, drinking in the cheers that ensue, finally gesturing for quiet with an exaggerated, ‘Oh, stop!’ expression. Belle smiles and waits for the crowd to settle before moving onward.

Belle Silva: I know you take some issue with people that have been on the roster for a long time, hopping in and out of retirement and not really giving this… New breed of Carnage star a chance to shine. Anyone in particular that REALLY gets on your nerves?

He shakes his head.

Silvio Leon: No. Like I said - there’s room for everyone. And, hey, a person coming out of retirement for one last hurrah? That’s a story worth telling, but not at the expense of another we may not have heard before. I want to see other people getting the turn in the spotlight they deserve.

Belle nods in agreement before flipping to her final index card.

Belle Silva: Thank you for your time Silvio, I really appreciate it! Now, last week you and Kohaku took on a formidable team of Carnage veterans and power couple, Mac Bane and Amber Ryan. Do you think that you’ve earned a spot on this roster with that impressive victory last week?

Silvio laughs.

Silvio Leon: C’mon now, why are they the litmus test? I started all of this with a triple threat match against two incredibly capable opponents - Regina and Kohaku. More important than my win was meeting an amazing person who…

He smiles to himself, momentarily distant, before clearing his throat.

Silvio Leon: ...who gets me on a personal and professional level I never expected to find going into this. I got matched off against a former world champ propelled by the undeniable energy of rebirth who’s probably forgotten more about wrestling than I’ll ever know. I’m convinced Matt is less Raven and more Phoenix with every passing show. I got to be two people with one heart and take out half of a cult that was trying to infiltrate Carnage. Zane King and I found a way to work together against a team of a dude who came back from the dead and a guy so tough he makes coffin nails look soft. Then, Knox and Levi allowed me to join them in a fight to help preserve the heart and soul of Carnage against a group of people who wanted to re-make it in their own twisted image.

I’m not downplaying the match that Ko and I had against Amber and Mac. Team StarFox fought like Hell against a pair of Carnage legends who, like I said, have earned their immortality. Together, we managed to come out on top, and that’s no small thing. But Kohaku and I earned our place on the roster long before we stepped into the ring with Amber Ryan and Mac Bane.

Belle Silva: Do you think you’ve earned their respect or given any kind of second thought to this… Brewing feud between veterans and new people on the roster?

Silvio shrugs.

Silvio Leon: I guess we’ll see how they react to get our answer. I’m not sure how seriously Ryan and Bane took us before our match, but if they believed Ko and I were going to be an easy win, I don’t think they’ll make that mistake in the future.

Belle nods and encourages the crowd to cheer for Silvio. With everyone settling down, Belle finally asks her final question.

Belle Silva: Any parting words for the Carnage Legion or anyone in the back?

He looks to the nearest camera, meeting the audience’s gaze.

Silvio Leon: For the folks in the back? You fighters, you up-and-comers, you rogues, you hungry ones? You deserve to be heard; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. For the Legion? Thank you for sticking around to see how the stories at Carnage unfold. There’s no us without you. Stay tuned - your humble fortune teller has a feeling this next chapter is going to be unforgettable.

As the interview ends, Silvio gives the camera a wink and blows a kiss to the audience. As the audience cheers the Oracle, a siren blares through the Carnage Arena, screaming for attention as the Carnage Tron flashes CHAMPIONS APPROACHING. Christopher Marlowe and Catalina Cortes make their way through the curtain, Marlowe’s belt around his waist and Catalina’s bandolier-style across her chest. Zed Hotley stands in the middle, a neon green neck brace matching the suit jacket he wears over his leopard print wrestling trunks. The trio stop to bask in cheers and jeers for a few moments before making their way to the ring. Marlowe slaps the hands of a few eager fans in donkey hats, who don’t seem to realize that he did not write A Midsummer Night's Dream. Seeing Marlowe’s inherent knowledge of human interaction, Catalina does likewise and highs a few fives. Zed keeps his distance from the masses, opting to hype the duo with inane screaming.

Marlowe takes the steps and enters the ring like a human being, Catalina opts for a top rope backflip, and Zed rolls under the bottom rope. Reaching into his trunks, he pulls out a microphone but Catalina declines, taking a fresh one from beneath her championship belt. The trio stand opposite Silvio and Belle, and prepare to interrupt.

Catalina Cortes: Hi, Sil. Hi, Belle. Sorry to interrupt but--

Zed Hotley: Sorry not sorry, you mean--

Catalina Cortes: What I, excuse me, we. We being me, Marlowe and to a much lesser extent Zed, would like to say is congratulations on defeating Mac Bane and Amber Ryan last week. But we’re not just here to congratulate you, Sils. So if your partner would like to join us, we can do this properly.

As if being summoned like a genie from a freshly-rubbed lamp, the distinct bass notes of ‘High Tide Rising’ hit as Kohaku Fujihara struts out like a saucy fox with his tail in the air. Interacting with a few fans along the way by way of winks and finger-guns, the 21st Century Fox slides into the ring and saunters over to his partner’s side.

Kohaku Fujihara: You rang?

Zed Hotley: Rang, Belle, great tie-in, Ko. You’re a true professional.

Kohaku bows elegantly, even sweeping his hat off as he does so.

Kohaku Fujihara: Thank you, thank you. Now, what was it that you motley crew had to say to me and my partner?

Zed Hotley: As an undefeated double-champion, I’m a man who knows what it takes to wear the gold. I’ve proudly led the Kit-Kat Connection through two successful title defenses and all I can say is, there’s no one left for them to beat. Nobody. Not a team in Carnage Wrestling. Not a team in the world.

Christopher Marlowe: That’s not entirely accurate. The reason we’re out here should be fairly obvious. To most of you.

Catalina Cortes: At Chaos 100, the biggest show in Carnage history we want to have THE BIGGEST tag title match in Carnage history. The UNDEFEATED Team StarFox challenges the UNDEFEATED Kit-Kat Connection!

Silvio grins as the crowd cheers, glancing at Kohaku and raising a brow.

Silvio Leon: What do you say, pard? Shot at the gold? Wow the fans? Make a little Carnage history? Sounds like a sweet deal to me.

Kohaku grins a wide, toothy grin, giving a barking, fox-like laugh.

Kohaku Fujihara: I could snap into a Kit-Kat. Seriously though, I’m honored, we’re honored… and we accept.

Zed Hotley: Never have so many undefeateds been gathered in one place. Truly an historic night for our sport.

Belle glances between the two teams, expecting… Something after the last several episodes of Beyond the Bell. However, the two teams stand toe to toe, mutually respecting the other’s space as the fans cheer the announcement. Belle shrugs, grateful to not have to run for her life again. Smiling she takes her mic back up.

Belle Silva: Carnage Legion! You heard it here first! Chaos 100, the undefeated champions The Kit Kat Connection…..

Belle pauses as the fans cheer, the champions raising their belts above their heads.

Belle Silva: Take on the undefeated Team Starfox in a battle no one knew they wanted to see, but now they’re going to get!

With that “She’s a Genius” begins playing as the segment concludes with both teams standing their ground and ready for the great challenge ahead.

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Johnny Vegas: Winter should call the fucking cops!

Terra Skye: Dragon Lady isn't doing anything!

Johnny Vegas: BULLSHIT!

Terra Skye: She's got every right to be upset about what happened at Chaos 97! But anyway, what about Beyond the Belle? Marlowe and Cortes are going to be defending their tag titles against Silvio Leon and Kohaku Fujihara! That's going to be a great match!

Johnny Vegas: Sure, sure... I can't bear to think about it.. I'm so worried about Alex.

Terra Skye: Oh my GOD.

Marlowe and Case advance to the center of the ring, where Ref Jeff confers with them. The two nod, and he signals for the bell.



As soon as the bell sounds Marlowe fires a lightning fast European uppercut, attempting to catch Justin Case under the chin. The blow grazes the Ass Kicker of the Millennium's face, but he manages to catch Marlowe's arm, trapping him and following up with a knee to the midsection. Marlowe almost collapses from the blow, but Case holds him up, delivering an elbow to the back of Marlowe's head that sends him all the way down to the mat. Case comes off the ropes with a knee drop, but Marlowe rolls out of harms way, quickly springing to his feet. Case goes for a clothesline, but it finds nothing but air as Marlowe ducks underneath, hooking the arm and dropping Case with a Russian(English) leg sweep. On the mat, Marlowe keeps hold of Case's arm and rolls him over, transitioning into a Cattle Mutilation, as Ref Jeff rushes to check Case's response.

Johnny Vegas: Great showing from Carnage Wrestling's quintessential beta male. With Marlowe's strength, I'm sure Justin Case now feels a slight tingling in his arms.

Terra Skye: Nice strategy by Marlowe, bringing Case down to the mat, but it looks like he's having trouble keeping the hold applied.

Case shakes his head in response to Ref Jeff, as Marlowe tries to keep the hold applied. With Case attempting to power out, Marlowe is unable to keep his fingers locked as the hold breaks. Marlowe gets to his knees, but Case manages to roll forward, catching Marlowe's arm and locking on a triangle choke. Ref Jeff gets into position, but Marlowe sees the move coming and manages to hook on foot on the bottom rope. Case waits out the four count and then releases it, hoping back to his feet, as Marlowe uses the ropes to pull himself up. The two size each other up for a moment before Case charges, catching Marlowe with another knee strike that sends him tumbling through the ropes to the apron. Once Marlowe is back up, Case goes to suplex him back in the ring. Marlowe hooks his leg under the rope and blocks it, then tries to reverse the suplex to the outside.

Johnny Vegas: Good luck with that, Marlowe. This guy couldn't suplex a body pillow.

Marlowe can't manage to get case over, but instead opts to brace himself on the bottom rope and trap Case's arm, applying a Kimura lock. Ref Jeff is in place to being the five count, but Marlowe keeps the hold on.

Terra Skye: Kimura on the ropes! Marlowe can't keep it applied for long without getting disqualified, but four seconds might do enough damage to Justin Case's arm to make a difference.

Marlowe breaks the count at four and Case backs off, allowing Ref Jeff to get in between them. Shrugging to himself, Marlowe pops up from the apron, springboarding onto the top rope. Ref Jeff ducks as Marlowe flies over him, hooking a hurricanrana on Case and flipping him over into a pinning combination. Ref Jeff drops to the mat to make the cover.



One!



Two!!



Thr---No! Kickout!

Failing to hook Case's legs, Marlowe rolls off and gets to one knee. Case springs up in a flash, getting a running start that allows him to catch the recovering Marlowe in the side of the head with a vicious Shining Wizard.

Terra Skye: That Japanese Move!

Johnny Vegas: Great research, Terra. Jesus fucking Christ, people used to care about professionalism. It's called a Shining Wizard.

Terra Skye: When Justin Case does it, it's called That Japanese Move. Speaking of research, it's called liver failure. You might wanna look into it.

Case rolls Marlowe over, hooking both legs for a pinning combination as Ref Jeff counts.



One!



Two!



Thr-KICKOUT!!

Case is back to his feet in a flash, letting Marlowe recover just enough so that he can drop him to the mat with an axe kick. With Marlowe down, Case rebounds off the ropes for a Rolling Thunder. Marlowe just manages to get his knees up, stunning Case so that he can lock on a bridging half-nelson. Marlowe fights to roll it into a pinning combination, but Case utilizes his size advantage to stay motionless, raining punches onto Marlowe's head with his free hand. Marlowe finally relents, breaking the hold. Marlowe keeps hold of Case's arm, and tries to roll into a variation of a corkscrew neckbreaker, only to be met with a clothesline by Case.

Terra Skye: Looks like Kit was going for Catalina's Cata-Clysm - a Kit-A-Clysm if you will - but he wasn't able to connect.

Grabbing Marlowe by the hair, Case pulls him back up, positioning Marlowe's head between his legs for a powerbomb.

Terra Skye: Case hoping to end this match with Case Closed, his powerbomb-backbreaker hybrid.

Johnny Vegas: Back in my day, we only did one move at a time.

Case hoists Marlowe up, preparing to drop him into the backbreaker, but Marlowe fires back with a series of punches to Case's head. Marlowe finally drops to his feet, hooking Case's head and arms on the way down to catch him with a jawbreaker. The move stuns Case, but Marlowe keeps his head and arms locked, rolling him to the mat and locking on his version of the Anaconda Vice.

Terra Skye: Faustian Pact! Great ring awareness by Marlowe, he's got Case in the center of the ring.

Ref Jeff checks on Case, who refuses to submit, attempting to maneuver himself closer to the ropes. He only makes a few inches of progress before Marlowe bridges, cinching the hold in and halting Case's momentum. Case continues to struggle, trying to get his legs to the nearest rope, which is still several feet away. After a few more agonizing seconds of no progress, he gives in and taps, as Ref Jeff signals for the bell and Marlowe releases the hold.



Kelly Carmichael: The winner of this match... By submission... Christopher Marlowe!

The crowd cheers, as Ref Jeff passes Marlowe his tag team championship belt. Marlowe thanks him, then presents his title to the crowd, following with a theatrical bow.

Terra Skye: Big win here tonight for Christopher Marlowe!

Johnny Vegas: GOOD! Stop making your partner look bad!

Terra Skye: I'm sorry? Marlowe and Cortes have made a great team and Marlowe certainly doesn't make his partner look bad!

Boy: GROVER CLEVELAND!

Johnny Vegas: One of them is filet mignon. The other is the rotted pork in the dumpster. Point made. Moving on.

Terra Skye: WOW.

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This time, Alex Winter is talking to what seems to be a couple of people from the shadows that can be seen. Nothing can be heard, and all that can be made out is the shadows of the other people. Alex shakes their hands before he heads off towards the arena to get a better view of what's going on.

The Dragon Lady watches these shadows talking to Alex as she slowly tiptoes forward. She watches Alex leave with narrowed eyes. She stayed there for a moment trying to catch a glimpse of these shadowed figures. She is left empty handed as they turn away from her walking at a fast speed away from their meet with Alex.

The Dragon Lady can be heard making a noise of disappointment as she followed Alex towards the arena. She would be seen bending slightly at the knees looking like she's getting ready to take off in a full sprint.

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Matthew Knox steps out into the main hallway, checking his wrist tape and adjusting his hoodie as he makes his way toward the gorilla position. His gait falters though, and an exasperated look takes over his features, as his eyes fall on Carnage Wrestling’s Resident Bastard, Alex Winter. Alex hadn't noticed Matt at all, he was too busy with his Beats Headphones on, probably listening to Vengaboys or whatever. It isn't until he nearly walks into Matt that he looks up and sees that it's him and takes his Headphones off.

Alex Winter: You really need to watch where you are going or you'll be in the hospital before your match.

Knox turns to stare down at Alex, looking him dead in the eye before he speaks.

Matt Knox: Nothing between us but hot air, and opportunity pretty boy.

He balls up his right fist, bringing it up and paying Alex a tap on the shoulder. Alex looks at Knox and raises an eyebrow with a puzzled look on his face.

Alex Winter: Do that again and I'll sue you so hard your ancestors will feel it.

He brushes his shoulder off before holding his hand up to stop Knox talking.

Alex Winter: I'm not done yet. You never did answer me about bringing you grapes to the hospital. Don't worry, I'll find out what hospital.

Knox sneers, then scoffs and bumps shoulders with Winter as he begins to walk away.

Matt Knox: Make sure to get the Rat some cheese. And I don’t mean your boss, by Rat. Just to evade confusion.

Alex Winter: Hold on just a minute! I expect an apology for you just bumping my shoulder. Maybe even an excuse me wouldn't hurt.

Alex starts tapping his foot as he crosses his arms waiting for his apology.

Matt Knox: Sorry you’re a punk.

Knox yells over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring, and to the monster that awaits.

Alex Winter: I don't even like punk music though.

Alex shrugs and sticks his Headphones back on heading in the opposite direction.

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Johnny Vegas: STOP STALKING HIM!

Terra Skye: She can't fucking hear you!

Johnny Vegas: And that asshole Matt Knox... FUCK HIM!

Boy: LONG ROPES!

Terra Skye: Alex Winter hasn't done himself any favors, or made himself any friends here on Carnage's roster... That's on him. Not Matt Knox.

Johnny Vegas: He's A DELIGHT! Besides, he's MY friend and he's CSJ's friend.

Terra Skye: That's not saying much.

Johnny Vegas: BITCH!

Trent Steel and Alex Winter start off in their respective corners, when Winter motions Ref Jeff over. Jeff goes to check Winter for foreign objects, but Winter puts his hands up defensively as the two exchange words.

Ref Jeff: Are you sure?

Ref Jeff gives Winter a look of disbelief and one last chance to back out of his proposal, but receives only a nod and a smirk in response. Trent Steel approaches the center of the ring and confers with Jeff, then nods himself while trying not to laugh. Stepping over to the ropes, Ref Jeff passes the update along to Kelly Carmichael.

Kelly Carmichael: Ladies and gentlemen, Alex Winter and Trent Steel have just agreed that this match will be held under submission rules.

Boy: UNDER PANINI DROOLS!

Johnny Vegas: Love Alex Winter's gumption. Great attitude, kid! Don't let that bag of shit intimidate you.

Terra Skye: Winter showing more bravado than brains here. Trent's got experience edge, and I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess he also has a higher pain tolerance. Not an easy man to tap out.

Johnny Vegas: Just shows the shrewdness of Alex Winter. He planned for this, he knows Trent can't decline without looking like a candy ass, and now he's completely shattered any game plan Trent might've had coming into this match.



Steel and Winter lock up in the center of the ring, with Winter quickly transitioning into an arm bar. He applies pressure, dropping Trent to one knee, but Trent escapes with a forward roll, reversing the hold and twisting Winter to the mat. Winter is back to his feet in an instant, deftly ducking a clothesline and getting behind Trent to lock on a rear naked choke. Leaning into the hold, Winter presses his ten-pound weight advantage as Ref Jeff checks Trent. Firing an elbow to Winter's midsection, he attempts to break free, but the hold stays locked in.

Johnny Vegas: This is karma. Trent Steel has been putting audiences to sleep for years.

Boy: KARMA LARMA DING DONG!

Johnny Vegas: ...

Boy: ...

Johnny Vegas: ...the fuck is wrong with you?

Legs wobbling, Trent starts to drop, but manages to fight through and keep standing. Winter presses his weight advantage even further, piggybacking Trent and attempting to drop him to the mat. Seizing the opportunity, Trent leans forward, lifting Winter off the ground. He keeps the hold applied, but Trent grabs hold of his legs and drives them both into the nearest corner, with Winter's back smacking against the turnbuckles. The impact is enough to stun him and break the hold, and Trent wastes no time following up with a series of shoulder tackles to Winter's midsection. He punctuates the assault with an enziguiri that leaves Winter reeling, as Trent leads him out of the corner and Irish whips him into the ropes. Winter rebounds, swining at Trent with a clothesline that only hits air, as Trent ducks and brings him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Trent swiftly rolls through, grabbing both of Winter's legs and locking on a Boston crab. Ref Jeff slides into position to consult with Alex Winter, who shakes his head as Trent wrenches the hold in.

Johnny Vegas: Can you believe the heart of this guy? There's no quit in him.

Terra Skye: Or he knows how bad he'll look if he submits to Trent Steel after specifically requesting a submission match. To Alex Winter's credit, he appears to be fighting through the pain, but I don't think he realizes that Trent Steel is no slouch in the wrestling department.

Ref Jeff confers with Winter, who continues to shake his head. Winter begins the crawl toward the ropes, with Trent unable to pull him to the center of the ring. After a brief struggle, Winter reaches out and gets one hand around the bottom rope, prompting Ref Jeff to get Trent to break the hold. Trent keeps it locked on for the four count, before finally releasing it. Before Trent can go back on the attack, Winter crawls to the outside, landing on his feet and taking a moment to catch his breath.

Terra Skye: Smart move by Alex Winter, attempting to stall Trent's momentum, but I don't think he's gonna have much time to catch his breath.

Winter continues to get his bearings, but as Trent comes through the ropes, Winter springs into action, pulling Trent's legs out and dropping him to the apron. Winter takes Trent's right arm, applies another armbar, and then drives it into the mat on the floor. Trent lands in a heap, but Winter gets him back up, whipping him shoulder first into the ring steps and overturning them in an ear-splitting crash. Clutching his shoulder, Trent remains immobile as Winter pulls him back up, hitting an armbreaker with the aid of the ring posts. The audio blinks out as Trent curses, and Alex takes the opportunity to roll him back into the ring, following quickly to lock on a cross armbreaker. Ref Jeff drops to the mat to check on Trent, who refuses to give up.

Terra Skye: It's been a bad year for Trent Steel's arms. Even if he doesn't submit, there's only so much punishment he can take before he risks permanent injury.

Trent stays in the fight, rolling into position so that he can deliver a punch to Winter's midsection with his left arm. Winter fights through blow, but Trent adjusts himself and follows up with a series of elbow shots that force Winter into releasing the hold, clutching his midsection as he pulls himself back up with the ropes. Winter fires a superkick at Trent Steel, but it gets caught and blocked. Trent holds Winter's foot in place for a moment, before shoving him back and going for a superkick of his own that Winter quickly rolls under, popping up to drive a thumb into Trent Steel's eye. Ref Jeff sees the attack and interjects himself between the two men in an attempt to restore order. The two men shove him away, sending Ref Jeff to the mat.

Seeing Jeff hit the mat, Alex Winter capitalizes, punting Trent in the groin with enough force to drop him.

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit, Alex Winter just kicked a field goal with Trent Steel's balls. If Trent can't have anymore kids then Alex Winter should get the Nobel Peace Prize.

Terra Skye: That's uncalled for, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Why? Because I hope for a world that one day has no more woman beaters in it?

Terra Skye: And here I was hoping for a world that has less drunken ass-kissers in it. Oh darn.

Boy: YOU ARE THE WEAKEST WHEN KICKED IN THE DYLAN!

Ref Jeff gets back to his feet and returns to calling the action, as Alex Winter seizes the incapacitated Trent Steel and locks on the Kimura Lock, wrenching Trent's bad arm. Following the groin shot, Trent is almost lifeless and unable to respond to Ref Jeff.

Terra Skye: Winter of Discontent! It's locked in, but it looks like Trent is already out from that low blow. Ref Jeff's checking on him right now.

Seeing that Trent Steel is unresponsive, Ref Jeff signals to ringside and calls for the bell.



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... By submission... Alex Winter!!!

Back in the ring, both men get their bearings following the grueling match. Trent reclines in one corner, unable to pull himself to his feet, while Alex Winter rolls to the outside, propping himself up on the ring apron. Ref Jeff consults with both men, who each wave him off. Suddenly, on the ringside opposite Alex Winter, two masked men jump the guardrail. Trent Steel barely has time to notice him as they grab his legs and drag him from the ring.

One man military presses Trent, dropping him stomach first onto the ring steps, before pulling him back up into a discus lariat. The first goon gets Trent back up, hitting him with a Yakuza kick, before the second goon drops him with a snap dragon suplex. Alex eyes the carnage from the opposite side of the ring, as he begins slowly backing up the ramp. Trent is left laying, as Ref Jeff again goes to check on him.

Alex Winter: Get well soon, Trent!

Terra Skye: What the HELL?!

Johnny Vegas: YES!!! YESSSS!!!!

Alex Winter and the goons absorb their boos from the legion. The goons hop the guardrail, disappearing back into the crowd, while Alex Winter makes his way back up the ramp....

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Dragon Lady: "I have been looking for you pretty boy!"

She is but an arms reach away from him...

Alex Winter: "Not you again. Thought I'd already slayed The Dragon Lady. I don't have time for this, I have somewhere to be."

Shaking his head, Alex Winter heads off in somewhat of a run out into the crowd. He would stay and fight, but right now he had more important things to do.

The Dragon Lady lets out a crazy sounding warrior cry before taking off in a full sprint after Alex.

The camera would zoom out as a spotlight, one on The Dragon Lady and one on Alex come into view. She chases after him screaming.

The Dragon Lady: "Get over here so we can finish this!"

Alex Winter: "I don't have time. I have somewhere to be, loser."

The spotlight sees them running through the crowd, as on his way through Alex Winter pushes a guy flying.

The Dragon Lady would not just leave this poor man midair, she is seen reaching both her hands out with a quickness. She grabs two fistfuls of his shirt and leans back with her weight to get him upright.

Before the man could say a thing to her she runs again towards a darkened door she has seen Alex run through. The Dragon Lady is seen jumping onto a rail landing on both feet before springing off the rail through the door.

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Terra Skye: Moving on to other matters…two weeks ago here on Chaos, the Legion was treated to a surprise appearance by a Hall of Legends member—

Johnny Vegas: Fucking hell, Terra, do we really Need to talk about Fatty McFatperson again?

Terra Skye: Yes, Johnny, we do.

Johnny Vegas: Well, shit. You handle this, I want no part of it.

Terra Skye: …so as I was saying, the Legion was treated to a surprise appearance backstage by Will Prydor, who sounded like he was getting a feel of the new management at the request of one of his students.

Johnny Vegas: (sotto voce) Surprised he hasn’t eaten all of them yet.

Terra Skye: Before he left, though, he was challenged by JC to a Submission Match at Chaos 100, with JC claiming he didn’t like how their last match ended. Now, I haven’t been able to get further thoughts from JC on why he would choose to face one of the most renowned technical wrestlers in the history of Carnage—

Johnny Vegas: Which ain’t saying much; this place was built on bloodshed, not dainty rest holds!

Terra Skye: —but my current theory is that JC, who is also known for his technical skills, wants to put on a showcase with one of the best and make sure there’s no controversy over who the better man is between the ropes.

Johnny Vegas: Please tell me Fatty didn’t show up tonight.

Terra Skye: Now, while Will may not be in attendance tonight…

Johnny Vegas: Oh, thank God!

Terra Skye: …he will be joining us momentarily via satellite from his wrestling school just up the road in Bel Air, Maryland.

Johnny Vegas: Fuck!

The camera cuts to a shot of the interior of a wrestling gym, dimly lit in the background with soft spotlights shining down on the three rings in the camera shot. In the foreground of the shot, framed so that the three rings appear on all sides behind him, stands Will Prydor, appearing calm as he faces the camera. He gives the Legion watching in the Carnage Arena a few seconds to settle down before addressing the commentators on the other side of the connection.

Will Prydor: Good evening, Terra, folks in the arena, and those of you watching safely from home.

Terra Skye: Hello, Will. Thanks for joining us this evening. You mentioned on Twitter that your daughter’s been feeling ill; how is she doing?

Will Prydor: Better, thanks for asking. However, if you don’t mind, I’d like to cut right to business. After last week, and feeling like we were pressed for time despite being on the Carnage Network, I’d rather get my business taken care of quickly so I don’t hold people up from the action they paid to see.

Terra Skye: Makes sense. Floor is yours, Will.

Will Prydor: Thank you. I told JC two weeks ago that I’d give his challenge some thought, that his proposition was very intriguing to me. However, with everything going on out there in the world right now, I have my family to consider—two of them are immune-compromised, after all, and the third is still a baby. Plus, JC has enough on his plate to deal with in person tonight. Teaming with a new partner is nerve-racking on its own, never mind facing off against the top two champions in Carnage at the same time. So after speaking to my wife, and to those in my inner circle, I’ve come to a decision.

Will exhales quickly, and then focuses on the camera.

Will Prydor: You want a Submission Match at Chaos 100, JC? You’re on. Let’s show these people what two masters of the craft can do when properly motivated.

A slight smile crosses Will’s face as the camera cuts back to ringside.

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Johnny Vegas: Good even more reason to hate Dragon bitch!

Terra Skye: You do realize your obsession with Alex Winter isn't going to last forever, right? Besides, after what happened to the Dragon Lady at the last Chaos, I think she has the right to chase his ass off.

Johnny Vegas: Listen, I'm just doing anything I can do keep myself from thinking about Fatty McFatface coming back for another BORING ass match.

Boy: HAMBURGLER!

Terra Skye: Will Prydor is a legend in Carnage and to have him back for one of the biggest events Carnage has ever seen is an HONOR!

Johnny Vegas: PFFT. NEVER!

Terra Skye: ...You're despicable.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, did I mention I don't value your stupid ass opinions? ANYWAY. Next up is a match pitting two of the biggest freaks in this company against each other.

Terra Skye: That's not the word I'd use, but Matt Knox and the Lab Rat King are definitely two of the most... unique... wrestlers I've ever encountered. The Lab Rat King looks to continue his path of destruction tonight, and Matt Knox continues making his way down the list of people he called out prior to Chaos 100, where he will finally have his one-on-one match with Sah'Ta Thor and may finally succeed in removing the infection that is Insidious from the world of Carnage Wrestling.

Johnny Vegas: Take us ringside boys, let's get this show on the road.

The opening guitar to "Overcome" by Creed rips through the speakers as the houselights dim to a dull blue. A smoke billows at the top of the entrance ramp, and as the verse starts Matthew Knox steps out onto the stage, dressed in his ring pants, hands taped and wearing a sleeveless hoodie. He stands with his head bowed.

"Don't cry victim to me

Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone.

Now it's my turn to speak.

It's my turn to expose and release what's been killing me.

I'll be dammed fighting you, it's impossible, impossible!

Say goodbye, with no sympathy!"

As the Chorus kicks in, Matthew rips the hood off and throws his arms up, setting off a pair of pyros behind him. He then makes his way down to the ring, slapping outstretched hands on the way. He slides under the bottom rope and heads to each corner, slapping his chest and raising his arms to pump the crowd up.

"I'm entitled to overcome.

Completely stunned, I'm numb.

Knock me down, throw me to the floor!

There's no pain, I can't feel no more!

I'm entitled to overcome, overcome."

As he finishes, he leans against the ropes, as if testing them, then picks a corner and squats, waiting for the bell with a calculating look on his face.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is a standard rules singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... he stands 6'6" and weighs in tonight at 244 pounds... from Monterey, California... MATT "THE RAVEN" KNOX!!!

The screens display a flickering, static-struck screen with the crowned rat logo, bone-white over a black and red spattered background as the first swelling, synthetic hits of "Professional Griefers" by Deadmau5 begin playing; when the first heavy stomp of bass in the music strikes, the logo shudders and glitches, electricity running through it from left to right like a broken heartbeat. Below the screens the entrance is flooded with rolling fog cast in blood-red light and white strobe lights that match the beat of the song and of the electric shock waves on the screen.

The Lab Rat King makes his entrance collared on chains gripped by handlers, despite being outwardly calm and slow-moving. He acts as if he doesn't see or hear the crowd, but focuses forward on the arena. However, as he makes his way down to the ring he suddenly lunges, growls and snaps at audience members who shout at him, which is what the chains are for, and his handlers yank him back on course, like an aggressive dog. Once he reaches the ropes, his handlers unclip the collar at the back of his neck and release him, and he moves almost animalistic onto the mat, standing up slowly. He stares down Matt Knox, standing completely still except for the swell of his breath.

Johnny Vegas: That shit creeps me out every time. Jesus.

Kelly Carmichael: And the opponent... standing at 6'8" and weighing in at 285 pounds... from Parts Unknown... ZANE KING, THE LAB RAT KING!

Boy: FACE THE PAIN, NO ESCAPE, CAN YOU STEP TO THIS?



Boy dings the bell, once again hitting it hard enough to shatter it in two, and the match is officially underway. Matt Knox and the Lab Rat King meet in the center of the ring, bumping their chests into each other. Matt Knox begins nodding and talking to LRK as LRK looks to be saying something under his breath. With a roar, LRK grabs Matt Knox behind his head with his left hand and begins punching him in the face with his right! And Knox does the same thing, grabbing LRK behind the head with one hand and hitting him in the face with the other! The fans cheer as both men stand stock-still in the center of the ring and just start bashing each other's heads in!

Johnny Vegas: There, there you go! Give the fans what they want to see! Beat each other's damned brains out!

Knox gives as good as he gets, but LRK's raw power forces him to begin moving backwards into a corner of the ring. LRK shouts and manhandles Matt Knox, seating him on the top rope in a display of raw power, before breaking his grip on Matt Knox's head and placing his hand around Matt Knox's throat. LRK attempts to Chokeslam Matt Knox right out of the ring! But Matt Knox holds on and armdrags LRK to the outside! Matt Knox manages to land on the apron as LRK is thrown over the top rope, but King manages to land on his feet on the outside! When King turns around, Matt Knox throws himself at Zane King with an Asai Moonsault!

But Zane catches his opponent! Zane hauls Knox up onto one shoulder and runs full-force towards the ringpost... but at the last second Matt Knox pushes himself off of Zane King, pushing himself backwards while pushing his large opponent forward, causing Zane King to go colliding with the ringpost while Knox lands on his feet! King is momentarily dazed and at a different corner of the ring than Knox, so when King turns around, Matt Knox cuts the corner by flinging his body through the bottom ring ropes and catching Zane King with a Tornado DDT! Matt Knox gets up and pumps his fists as the fans cheer!

Johnny Vegas: I don't know if it's stupidity or insanity but Matt Knox doesn't seem to be afraid of that gigantic monster at all!

Terra Skye: Matt wants to prove himself just that badly! He wants to send a message to everyone in Carnage, especially Thor, heading into Chaos 100!

Boy: TIME TO END THIS SUFFERING! I NEED A MINUTE TO MYSELF! SO I CAN DRIFT AWAY!

Matt rolls his momentarily dazed opponent into the center of the ring, and immediately begins going to work. Knox runs the ropes and lands a Leaping Knee Drop to Zane's chest, then rolls with the force of the momentum, springs back up to his feet, and continues running the ropes. He next lands a Double Foot Stomp to the Lab Rat King, bouncing off of Zane's chest and once again using the momentum to continue running. Knox rebounds off the ropes one more time and nails King with a Flipping Senton! Knox quickly scrambles over to King and hooks a leg, attempting a pin!


ONE!!!

And the Lab Rat King kicks out at one, throwing Matt Knox off of him! Zane gets up to his feet and howls at Knox, and Knox responds by delivering a side kick to Zane's ribs. Zane slaps his chest and screams and Matt Knox does it again! The fans "OOH!" as the sound of Knox's stiff kick hitting Zane's ribs reverberates throughout the arena, but Zane seems unphased. Knox grits his teeth, plants his feet, and attempts his stiffest kick yet... but Zane catches Knox's leg! With one arm trapping Knox's leg, Zane uses his other arm to lift Matt Knox up and sends Matt Knox hard onto the mat with a Leghold Chokeslam!

Johnny Vegas: You could hear that impact in the cheap seats! Jesus!

Terra Skye: Zane King continues to prove that he's an absolute monster in the ring, even with some interesting interactions occurring outside the ring lately.

Boy: YOU WILL NEVER GET TO ME! WHAT CAN'T BE DONE I'LL DO MYSELF! SO I CAN SLIP AWAY!

King continues the match by grabbing Knox up in a scoop slam position, but then suddenly drops to one knee, hitting Matt Knox with a vicious Backbreaker! King gets right back to his feet, still holding Knox's full body weight in his arms, and drops to one knee again! A second backbreaker! And King gets up once again! And now King throws Knox behind him with a Fallaway Slam! Knox bounces hard against the mat and struggles to a position where he's on all fours. He is roughly grabbed by his head by his opponent, who nails Knox with a clubbing blow to the back, doubling him over and putting him on his knees.

And the Lab Rat King goes for his finisher! LRK attempts the Empty Hollow Thud on Matt Knox... but Knox reverses! In an incredible display of last-ditch desperation, Knox counters Zane King's finisher by flipping himself up and over, catching King with the Canadian Destroyer, the Flipping Piledriver!

Johnny Vegas: Somebody get the number to a good chiropractor! Or a mortician!

The fans cheer in surprise as King's head is spiked hard into the mat! King still somehow manages to quickly get back to his feet, but his eyes seem to be unable to focus! He is caught completely off-guard as Matt Knox begins landing hard kicks to Zane's ribs, backing him up and into a corner! Matt Knox grabs Zane King in a classic Muay Thai Plum and begins landing savage knees right to Zane's ribs! The big man begins letting out actual cries of pain! He throws Matt Knox off of him and holds his ribs in the corner! And Matt Knox runs right into Zane King with a Running Double Knee Strike, catching Zane in the ribs once again!

And Matt isn't done! He backs up, measures his opponent, and hits Zane with a second Running Double Knee Strike... and Zane catches Matt, grabbing Matt's legs and spinning him around, seating Matt on the top turnbuckle! Matt fires off blows to the side of Zane's head, but Zane hits him with hard right hand punch that nearly knocks Matt out! Matt struggles to stay on the top rope as Zane King follows him up to the top turnbuckle!

Johnny Vegas: Oh sweet merciful tap-dancing Christ what the hell is he trying now?!

The fans are left breathless as Zane King executes a Top Rope Superplex on Matt Knox! And Zane keeps his hold on Knox! Zane rolls through with the force of the momentum, bringing both himself and his opponent up onto their feet, with Knox still locked in a Suplex position! Zane brings Matt Knox up and hits him with an Orange Crush, a Suplex Lift thrown out into a Sitout Powerbomb! Zane locks his arms and pins Matt Knox!


ONE!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!!!!

Terra Skye: An incredible display of toughness by Matt Knox! This match continues!

Johnny Vegas: He's too dumb to quit! Or too crazy! I'd admire him if I wasn't so scared shitless right now!

Boy: WATCH YOU RISE, WATCH YOU FALL! WATCH YOU LOSING CONTROL! NOW I'M SEEING RED! WATCH YOU RISE, WATCH YOU FALL! NOW I'M ABOUT TO BREAK!

Zane King doesn't waste a second arguing with the referee about the close call, if anything, he looks delighted that he'll be able to inflict more bodily harm onto his opponent. He grabs Matt Knox roughly by his hair and shoves him into a corner of the ring. King hits Matt Knox with the Rat Cage, thrusting his head and shoulders hard into Matt Knox, again and again and again in rapid-fire succession.

Knox is left at Zane's mercy, and Zane moves to the center of the ring, measuring his opponent. Zane bellows in fury and charges into the corner, running full-tilt into Matt Knox... who gets a boot up! Matt Knox gets a big boot up at the last second and Zane King's head is whipped around hard by the force of the blow! But when Zane King turns around, the crowd audibly gasps and goes silent, as Matt Knox stands looking at his opponent... and realizes that the force of his blow knocked Zane King's muzzle off! [/div]

Johnny Vegas: OH GOOD LORD! HEAD FOR THE HILLS! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! RUN!!!!

The Lab Rat King unleashes his full fury on Matt Knox, flying into a blind rage and biting Matt Knox on the forehead! The referee struggles to get Zane King's behemoth frame off of Matt Knox, as Zane's teeth dig into the flesh of Matt Knox's skull! Knox begins bleeding badly! The referee begins counting to 5 and screams that he'll be disqualifying Zane! Zane turns around, distracted by the sound of yelling, and screams at the referee, spraying his saliva and Matt Knox's blood on the referee's face!

The referee is so horrified by what he sees that he backs up and trips under his own two feet! Matt Knox is temporarily blinded by all the blood running down his face, and he blindly throws a wild haymaker! He catches Zane right on the chin, but Zane doesn't even seem to feel the blow! He grabs Matt Knox and nearly throws him from one corner of the ring to the other with a Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!

Terra Skye: This match just got even more brutal! The Lab Rat King is unchained! Matt Knox may be done for!

Zane roughly hauls Matt Knox up for a Sidewalk Slam, but instead drops to one knee, cracking Matt Knox's back with another version of the Backbreaker! And similar to last time, Zane deadweight lifts Matt Knox up, and sends him right back down with a second Backbreaker! And Zane keeps going, lifting Knox up one more time and finally hitting him with a Sidewalk Slam! Matt clutches his back weakly, spasming in pain on the mat, as blood continues to pour out of his face. Zane King hauls Matt up, putting him into position for the Empty Hollow Thud. Zane lifts Matt up... and Matt counters the Empty Hollow Thud into a Codebreaker!

Johnny Vegas: Holy hell he got out of it once again!

Zane audibly yells in pain, twisting his body around and clutching at the ribs that Matt Knox has been targeting for the entire match! Knox experiences a surge of adrenaline and charges forward, diving into the back of Zane's left leg with a shoulder thrust, bringing the big man down to his knees! With his opponent on his knees, Matt runs the ropes and catches Zane with a huge Spear! Zane doubles over and goes on to all fours! Knox gets up, runs the ropes, and crashes into the semi-prone Zane with a missile dropkick right to Zane's side! Zane rolls out onto the apron! And Matt Knox follows him!

Summoning up every last bit of his strength, Matt Knox is able to lift Zane King up for a Gorilla Press Slam, and Knox leaps off the apron while holding Zane, dropping his opponent down right across his knee on the outside of the ring! Matt Knox clutches his knee in pain and struggles to get to his feet, but Zane King undeniably took the worst of the damage, as he clutches his ribs in agony!

Johnny Vegas: Good lord, I think Matt Knox might've just broken the big man's ribs! He nearly shattered his damn kneecap to do it, but Zane King is down!

Terra Skye: Down and on the outside! Knox has got to find a way to get both himself and his opponent into the ring!

Boy: FACE THE PAIN, NO ESCAPE CAN YOU STEP TO THIS! FACE THE PAIN, NO ESCAPE CAN YOU STEP TO THIS! FACE THE PAIN! FACE THE PAIN! RIPPING ME INTO PIECES!

Somehow, blood continuing to pour down his face, Matt Knox rolls Zane King inside the ring. Knox stalks his prey, waiting for Zane King to get up. Zane King struggles, clutching his ribs with one hand, and with his other, he plants a hand on the mat and gets to one knee. As he attempts to rise to his feet, Matt Knox locks in The Mercy! But Zane counters! When Matt Knox attempts to wrap his legs around Zane King's injured ribs, King darts his arm under Matt Knox's left leg, hooks it from behind the knee, and twists! Matt Knox is put into a Fireman's Carry position!

The Lab Rat King yells and throws Matt Knox up into the air from the Fireman's Carry position, transitioning from the Fireman's Carry into... THE EMPTY HOLLOW THUD! Zane King throws Matt Knox up off his shoulders and into the air and then catches him as he falls with his finisher, a Jackknife Powerbomb!

Johnny Vegas: Knox may have broken some ribs but Zane King might have just broken Knox's back! Turnabout's fair play I guess!

Zane lifts his arms in the air and attempts to scream in fury... but clutches his ribs in pain! A strange look comes across Zane's face as he picks up Matt Knox... and hits him with another Empty Hollow Thud, this time over the top rope and to the outside! The fans scream in shock as Matt Knox is Jackknife Powerbombed to the outside! Zane King falls into a corner of the ring, his head resting on the second turnbuckle, as he begins holding his ribs and talking to himself.

Johnny Vegas: JESUS! Why the hell did he do that?! Knox might have a broken back, and he also might not have a pulse right about now!

Terra Skye: I don't know what's going through the mind of Zane King right now, but something strange must be going on. Zane appears to be behaving like a wounded animal, and like a wounded animal, he lashed out with a vicious attack that put as much distance between him and his opponent as possible.

Boy: MY BLOOD RUNS DEEP BUT DRAINS FROM ME! A SOLDIER'S HEART REPAIRS ITSELF! SO I CAN SLIP AWAY!

King begins rocking back and forth as the referee begins counting Matt Knox out!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

FIVE!!!!!!

SIX!!!!!!!

Matt Knox somehow manages to get to his knees!

SEVEN!!!!!!!!

EIGHT!!!!!!!!!

Matt Knox clutches the bottom rope!

NINE!!!!!!!!!

TE-

MATT KNOX CRAWLS UNDER THE THIRD ROPE AT NINE AND NINETY-NINE HUNDREDTHS!!!!!!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe it! He actually beat the count!

Terra Skye: Somehow, this match continues!

Zane slowly gets up, his eyes showing how shocked he is. He yells at Matt Knox in pain and fury, babbling gibberish to him. Knox lays face-down on the mat, blood pooling all around him, and slowly he is brought to his feet. Zane kicks Matt Knox in the gut, doubling him over, and Zane puts Matt Knox into position for another Jackknife Powerbomb!

Johnny Vegas: He's setting him up again! Matt Knox is going for a ride one last time!

Zane King grabs Matt Knox, lifting him up... and Knox counters! Knox twists and turns his body, and it looks like Matt Knox counters by putting himself into a position where Zane King can simply Powerslam him down, but Zane is caught so off-guard that before he realizes what is happening, Knox adjusts his positioning, wraps his legs around Zane's ribs, shifts his body, and locks in The Mercy!

The fans cheer in shock and surprise and everyone comes out of their seats as Matt Knox applies his submission finisher to Zane King! With only one free arm available thanks to Matt Knox trapping the other one, King immediately grabs the arm Matt Knox is using to choke him, but Matt Knox tightens his grip on Zane's ribs! Zane's cry of fury comes out as a garbled choking sound as he grabs one of Knox's heels... and Knox traps Zane's loose arm with his legs! Zane King falls to his knees!

Terra Skye: He fell for it! This must have been Knox's plan all along!

Johnny Vegas: Fell for what?! What the hell is happening?!

Terra Skye: Matt Knox has been targeting Zane King's ribs all match, and because of that, King was in so much pain that he made the mistake of trying to use his one free arm to break up the hold Knox had around his ribs! The Mercy only traps one arm! Knox found a way to trap King's other arm!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, I guess, but now that his arm is between his ribs and Knox's legs, doesn't that mean it won't hurt his ribs as much as it would have if his arm wasn't stuck there?

Terra Skye: Of course it does, but what exactly is Zane King supposed to do now? Both his arms are trapped, and he's being choked unconscious!

Johnny Vegas: Oh... oh... OH SHIT! YOU'RE RIGHT! LOOK AT ZANE! HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO! HE'S TURNING PURPLE!

Zane King falls flat on his face, his legs finally buckling out from under him, both his arms trapped! Zane struggles weakly... and stops moving! He closes his eyes! He goes limp! The referee grabs one of Zane King's arms and holds it aloft... and it falls back to the mat! He raises it again... and it falls back down to the mat! The referee raises Zane King's arm one final time... and Zane's arm stays up! Zane King's eyes open somehow, showing a deranged look of utter madness! Zane roars, getting to his knees! Knox struggles to maintain the hold, and the Lab Rat King gets to his feet!

One arm is still trapped by Matt Knox's feet, but Zane King uses his other arm that is being held in almost a Half Nelson position as part of Matt Knox's "The Mercy" Kata Ha Jime submission hold, and he grabs Matt Knox by the back of the head! Zane King slams himself forward, holding onto Knox's head! Zane King headbutts himself directly into the mat, causing untold damage to himself, but the trade-off is that he spikes Knox's head directly into the mat! Knox's body spams and goes stiff! Matt Knox looks to be knocked out cold!

Zane King shoves Matt Knox off of him, rolls him over, and goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!!!!


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

MATT KNOX KICKS OUT!!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Somebody stop this fucking match before it gives me a heart attack! Who the hell kicks out of that?! That move is banned in other sports! Because it can fucking paralyze people! I'm not kidding! It's called spiking! Look it up! Go ahead! I'll wait! Go look up that shit right now!

Terra Skye: We don't have the time for that Johnny! This match continues! Somehow! Someway!

Boy: RIP-PING ME IN-TO PIE-CES! IN-TO PIE-CES!

Slowly, both men come up to their feet. Blood continues to pour out of Matt Knox's bite wound, and Zane King has both arms held protectively close to his ribs. The two warriors circle each other and meet in the center of the ring... and resolve to end the match as they started it. Locking their jaws and summoning up the last of their strengths, Matt Knox and Zane King grab each other by the back of the head and beginning punching each other in the face at the same time. Blood flies off of Matt Knox's head, and eventually, Knox stumbles and falls. King grabs his opponent and sends Matt Knox crashing to the mat with a Chokeslam.

Not wasting any time, King hauls Matt Knox up and delivers one last, final, fateful, Empty, Hollow, Thud. The last of Matt Knox's strength fades as he lays limply on the mat. Zane King covers him and the referee makes the count.


ONE!


TWO!


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



The bell rings and Kelly Carmichael makes it official!

Kelly Carmichael: Your winner by pinfall... ZANE KING, THE LAB RAT KING!

Johnny Vegas: And it's over! The Lab Rat King wins it!

Terra Skye: What an outstanding match between two of Carnage Wrestling's top performers!

Johnny Vegas: Christ… What the--

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Matthew Knox pulls himself up on the ropes, struggling to get his legs under him. Before he can though, King is upon him snatching him with both hands by the throat and unceremoniously tossing him out of the ring. Knox gets to his hands and knees as King steps out onto the apron, leaping and dropping both knees onto Knox’s back, flatting the older man and eliciting a yell of pain that elicits laughter in kind from King.

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ, he probably turned his rib cage to powder!

Johnny Vegas: Well, when you pick a fight with a LITERAL MONSTER what do you expect?!

King gets to his feet, and snatches Knox by his hair, lifting and dragging him up the ramp. Knox struggles against his grasp. He manages to pull free, and nails King with a desperation dropkick but this only seems to anger the Lab Rat who snatches Knox and lifts him into a powerslam position, before running the rest of the way of the ramp and slamming him onto the stage with a sickening thud!

Terra Skye: He can’t even fight back anymore! We need to get security out here!

Johnny Vegas: Nah, cmon, ten more seconds.

Terra Skye: You are a sick, sick fuck!

King wastes no time, enraged and seething he gets to his feet and starts dragging Knox by an arm to the edge of the stage. He takes a moment to pay the downed Raven a few kicks to the ribs and head, to take the fight the rest of the way out of him before pulling him to his feet. And near effortlessly lifting him over his head.

Terra Skye: He’s going to kill him! Where the fuck is someone, anyone?!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah ok, Security come on!!

??: Zane!

The Lab Rat King’s name tears through the air, lashing desperately from Silvio Leon as he rushes to stop Matt Knox from sustaining a career and possibly life-ending injury.

Silvio Leon: Zane, stop! Look at me! Hey! Look at me, big guy!

Seemingly unconcerned with his own well-being, the Oracle does what he can to maneuver himself into Zane King’s line of sight, hands held up placatingly, eyes wide and brow furrowed.

If the Lab Rat weren’t holding Knox aloft, it’s clear Silvio’s approach would have been met with blows. However, suddenly presented with the Oracle directly in front of him, his eyes lock onto him automatically and rather than dropping the Raven onto him bodily, something changes in his face. His brow softens and his teeth unclench, and with what looks like a great deal of effort he focuses, drawing in deep, ragged breaths.

Lab Rat King: S-Ssss... Stop.

His arms slowly lower, shaking under Knox’s dead weight as he simply lets him roll onto the stage with a single step back. Knox himself makes one feeble attempt to push himself off the ground but his body gives out and he returns to prone, drifting one hand to his midsection and another to his head as a scared shitless team of Medical and Security appear from behind the curtain, keeping their distance. Security shouting for Zane and Silvio to clear out.

Obeying the directives of security, Silvio takes one of Zane’s arms carefully and begins guiding him away toward the back, stealing glances at the medics tending to Knox the entire time. Surprisingly, the mutant follows his lead without argument. The medics would get Knox on a spineboard first, restraining him to prevent him damaging himself further whilst fitting a neckbrace onto Knox before loading him onto a stretcher and wheeling him to the back as the Legion can only watch in stunned silence.

Terra Skye: We...We’ll be right back, if we can at all get you and update on Matt Knox before the end of the show, we will. Stay tuned!

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We cut backstage where we see Mac Bane at catering, examining all of the individually wrapped items. He already has what looks to be a soda in one hand and grabs a couple of items. He unwraps a hot dog and takes a bite. Suddenly, we hear his phone going off and so he sets everything down and answers it, keeping his voice down.

As he talks, he begins to walk away from the table. The Masked Debaters' Garbage Fence sneaks into frame, and then for some reason grabs the hot dog.

Garbage Fence: COLLECTIONS!

Mac hears the voice and turns around, but before he can do anything, Fence is running away in the opposite direction. Suddenly there's a "woosh" sound and a crack of light, and a foot comes in, kicking Fence in the jaw.

Voice: SUPERHERO KICK!

The Avenger leaps into frame, staring down Fence. He reaches down and grabs the hot dog, which now surely has dirt and other disgusting things on it. Avenger plucks off a hair and walks up to Mac.

The Avenger: Citizen Bane! I have retrieved your food!

He holds out the hot dog. Mac takes it and just stares at him, dumbfounded.

Mac Bane: Thanks Vengie, that kinda exceeds the 3 second rule.

The Avenger: It's no trouble! I'm actually back for a very specific reason. Would you like to know what it is?

Mac Bane: N...

The Avenger: GOOD! I am back because I need a new tag team partner! I don't know where Sam is, so while I look for him, I need somebody to team with. That's why, at Chaos 100, I'm hoping an amazing SUPER HERO DECATHALON to find the very best in the current crop of talent to be my sidekick...I mean, partner!

Mac Bane: That's really, really great... good luck.

The Avenger: Yes, it should be exciting! If you play your cards right, you could win it yourself! Think of the possibilities!

Mac Bane: Sorry Vengie, I've already got a full time partner.

The Avenger laughs at a joke no one really told, and then runs out of frame to thwart some other crime.

The Avenger: Enjoy your hot dog, citizen!

Mac watches him leave and shakes his head, before throwing the hot dog in the trash and looking for something else at the catering table.

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Terra Skye: Well that was an interesting break.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah.. One asshole almost got killed and...

Terra Skye: ...And the Avenger is back!

Boy: SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!

Johnny Vegas: Ugh. Don't remind me. That fuck could have stayed in whatever dimension he fucked off to before and I wouldn't have minded.

Terra Skye: Of course you wouldn't but I think it's great! But it looks like we're about ready to get this next match started!

Johnny Vegas: FUCK THOSE FUCKS! KYRA AND KEN SUCK!



Willis and JC confer briefly before JC steps out of the ring, leaving Willis to face down Ken Davidson. Willis seems to have gone all out with his appearance tonight, paint covering the entire left side of his body. "Champ" written randomly from face to waist. Ken begins walking to the middle of the ring but Jon Willis has other ideas as he spears the World Champion and begins raining fists down onto his face! Davison manages to shove Jon off and goes to get to his feet but Jon bounces off the ropes and nails Davison with a shotgun dropkick!

Johnny Vegas: Hell yeah, Hot topic! Kick his ass!

Terra Skye: Since when are you a Willis fan?

Johnny Vegas: I aint. I just hate Ken and that bitch more than I hate him and JC!

Willis pulls Davison up and goes to nail him with a suplex but Davison blocks the attempt, and lifts Willis up, holding him vertically for a beat before falling forward and planting Jon on the mat. Ken then quickly gets to his feet and tags Kyra in. Ken whips Willis into the ropes and catches him with a kitchen sink on the rebound, but keeps him upright and shoves him toward Kyra who leaps and nails Jon with a Lou Thesz Press, raining hard rights down onto Willis’ face!!

Johnny Vegas: Those cheating fucks! YOU GET OUT OF THE RING WHEN YOU MAKE THE TAG

Terra Skye: Calm down, Johnny!!

Boy: TWO IN THE BUSH

Kyra gets Willis to his feet and quickly tags Ken back in, together the pair whip Willis into the ropes and go for a double clothesline but Willis ducks! He leaps up onto the top rope, looks over his shoulder and leaps back off at the pair with a coffin drop! Willis takes out both of Carnage's top champions at the same time with that maneuver, and has bought himself a bit of time to recoup. Davison is the first back to his feet and Willis kicks him in the gut. Willis wraps his arm around the champions head and drills him with a side russian leg sweep in the center of the ring. Willis goes for a cover, but only gets a one count. He pulls Ken back up to his feet and rocks him with a few successive forearm shots. He drags Davison back out to the center of the ring, where it looks as if Willis is going for some sort of DDT, but Kyra catches him with a hard pump kick to the side of his head. The referee is warning Kyra to get out of the ring but she isn't interested in letting this opportunity go to waste. Kyra and Ken lock Willis up and hoist him with a double vertical suplex. They go to throw Jon over but John manages to twist and land on his feet! He then takes the pair down again with a leaping double clothesline!!

Terra Skye: The action going at a breakneck pace, and Willis showing he is indeed relentless with that clothesline!

Willis gets to his corner and finally tags in his partner JC just as Ken and Kyra get up. Ken shoves Kyra out of the way of the charging JC and takes the brunt of a clothesline from the big man. Kyra, almost insulted by the chivalry from Ken, charges only to eat a massive clothesline from JC as well. Kyra rolls underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring, allowing JC to turn his full-attention to the World Champion, who also happens to be the legal man. JC shoves Davison into the corner and unloads on him with a series of open-palm shots across the chest that ring out throughout the Carnage arena. JC scoops the world champion up by the waste and slams him down in the center of the ring with a vicious sidewalk slam. JC covers, but only gets a two count. JC follows up by pulling Ken back to his feet and turning this match into a brawl, raining down rights and lefts and knife-edge chops whenever and wherever they would land. JC is still fired up, and irish whips the champion into the far ropes, but Kyra makes a blind tag. JC drills Davison with in and chop blocks JC before nailing him with a thrust kick to the back of his head! The ref finally gets Kyra out of the ring, and JC gets up looking more angered than hurt, but while he’s focused on Kyra - The two of them hurling insults at one another, JC is nailed with a bulldog by Ken!

Johnny Vegas: JC YOU FUCK UP THIS IS WHY YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS ANYMORE!!

Terra Skye: Johnny, even if you don't like them Ken and Kyra hold the top two titles in the company

Johnny Vegas: Like I give a fuck! That BITCH treats my friends like shit, and Ken almost murdered Amber over the world title

Terra Skye: You mean like Jack Michaels did at Iso--

Johnny Vegas: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Ken pulls JC up but JC shoves him away, and as Ken charges in for a clothesline JC sidesteps it and snatches Ken’s arm, twisting it for all he’s worth! Ken doubles over in pain as JC holds the arm in position with one hand, and with the other he begins to twist and pop Ken’s fingers, which sends Ken to his knees screaming in pain! After a moment of reaching for them Ken manages to drag JC to the ropes where he grabs them. JC keeps twisting, and popping the fingers until the ref reaches four then he releases Ken.

Terra Skye: JC working on the fingers of Ken! Looks like he won't be able to use any sort of claw moves which takes his finisher out of the equation!

Johnny Vegas: Break those motherfuckers!

Ken slides out and Kyra goes to check on her partner. JC watches them for a second, before hurrying over to Willis and conferring with him a moment. He then tags Willis in and lifts him over his head in a military press. He runs toward the ropes, and throws Willis to the outside to Kyra and Ken from the height Willis twists before nailing Ken and Kyra with a perfect 360 crossbody!! He gets up gingerly, before sliding into the ring to break up the count!

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS COOL

Terra Skye: Obviously, JC and Willis put the work in on tandem offense!

Johnny Vegas: Don't care, the people I don't like got hurt and the people I don't like a little less risked themselves to do it!!

JC, not to be out done bounces off the ropes and slides under the ropes, nailing Kyra and Ken once more with a baseball slide kick as they get to their feet! He picks Ken up and rolls him into the ring before following him. Despite the ref reprimanding him, JC motions for Willis to come over and he then lifts Willis once more, onto his shoulders. With a little help, Willis moves to be standing on JC’s shoulders. He crosses himself, and leaps off nailing a perfect 450 splash on the World Champion! Willis hooks the leg!

Terra Skye: 450 splash!! Here we go!!


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TWO

Kyra leaps into the ring, ducking a boot from JC and nailing Willis in the back of the neck with a knee drop to break up the count!

Johnny Vegas: CHEATING BITCH!!

Jon rolls off, holding the back of his head. The ref goes to check on Jon and Kyra nails JC with a kick to the groin while the ref’s back is turned, She then drags Ken to the corner, and steps out before getting tagged in!

JC rolls out of the ring, favoring his lower region as Kyra gets in, stalking Willis who slowly gets up. As he does, he turns into a running shotgun dropkick by Kyra, who follows it up by kipping to her feet and stalking Willis once more. When Willis gets to his feet, dazed - Kyra kicks him hard in the gut and nails him with the Jaw Dropper! Kyra goes for the pin

Johnny Vegas: KICK OUT HOT TOPIC KICK OUT

Terra Skye: Jaw Dropper! it's Over!!


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Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners...The Team of Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson!!!

Johnny Vegas: FUCK!

Terra Skye: Well I gotta say, I don't think they won under the best circumstances.

Johnny Vegas: THOSE CHEATING BASTARDS!

Terra Skye: Well I think Jon and JC worked well as a team, and if they wished - They'd have a promising future as a team. The way this match went was unfortunate, for them.

Boy: FORTUNE OF ORANGES!

Johnny Vegas: UGH... JUST GO AWAY!

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The now familiar image of the SSRI comes on the tron as the one and only Su appears at the top of the ramp for the second show in a row. She smiles, wearing a full length red, silken dress with the same logo emblazoned on the back of it in onyx black. Her long hair falls in front of her shoulders, giving her the look of a harmless and sinister messenger.

Su: I know I’m not the most popular person but you will all one day see that I am at least a CHANGED person. There have been a lot of words thrown around carelessly and my employers would like me to point one particular, hurtful, and untrue word out that has been thrown haphazardly their way.

The word “cult” shows up on the screen, overlaid above the Institute’s symbol. The definition appears lazily, almost like the rippling waters of a small pond.




Su: The definition of a cult. According to this definition, there are several examples of a cult that need to be addressed…

She smiles, the look of a serpent ready to strike.

Su: Especially if people are already lining up with pitchforks and torches to try and eradicate each and every one. A church, for example, could be considered a cult. Depending on who you ask, there is nothing sinister or inherently evil about a group of old ladies worshipping just one god. Without diving too much into it, the political spectrum could be considered FILLED with cults. There are cults in schools dedicated to Japanese cartoons, cults dedicated to finding cures to mental illnesses, cults dedicated my dearest Carnage Legion to making this world a better place for all.

As she speaks her words grow more and more intense. She pauses, letting them all sink in upon the masses.

Su: There are people who just don’t see it that way. They see a machine of change chugging away, ready to help the world into a better place and they get scared, thinking that they have to defend everything until their dying day. I’m here to tell you Legion, that that isn’t the case! Look at me! The last time you saw me I was hellbent on tearing the world of my twin sister Zephyr in two. Now, I just wish I could be at her bedside to help her heal, if someone would just give me the hospital information.

Su’s last sentence is growled with menace, but she quickly recovers.

Su: Anyways… I apologize for my outburst, I just worry about her so much! That… Isn’t why I’m here tonight though. Carnage Legion, I have changed for the better and it is because I went back home and found my purpose once again. I went back to The Institute and they welcomed me with open arms, ready to help me achieve my every hope and dream. They took me in and consoled me after everything happened and they promised that we would change the world for the better. I am here to tell you that life doesn’t have to be all doom and gloom. It can be “good” again. All it will take is a little bit of effort, some harmless change, and the ability to accept that at the very end of this road, a better life awaits. Now, as dreamy as this all sounds, the road we travel won’t be an easy one. There will be… Opposition.

Everyone’s gaze is once again drawn to the tron as the still of Mia Rayne facing off against The Institute’s Cassandra in a bloody affair is shown.

Su: Know this. This isn’t some group bent on world domination. We aren’t the people that Mia claims us to be and right now, we KNOW for a fact that she has started moving her own personal guerrilla group to infiltrate Carnage to further her own sinister schedule. I come in peace Legion and I’m here to offer you a chance to sign up with The Institute. Sign up for truth, change, and a better tomorrow; and if that makes me part of a cult? Then so be it. However, as a group we fully believe in a future without so much hostility and hatred. A civilization built to improve the whole rather than the individual. We are the Spirit and Science Institute, and if YOU share the same belief that the world is shit now and has the potential to be better tomorrow, we want you to sign up and join us in seeing that vision, become a reality.

Su nods her head respectfully to the crowd before departing from where she came, the Institute’s symbol hanging ominously on the screen before flickering to blackness.

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Johnny Vegas: What the hell is the shit? I thought we got rid of this clown’s stupid drinks!

Terra Skye: Why do you refer to Legends of Carnage that way?

Johnny Vegas: Because he was absolutely terrible and had no business being in the ring.

Terra Skye: Brian Blood was one of the longest serving member of the roster. According to my records, he appeared on the very first Carnage Show.

Johnny Vegas: So were the Masked Debators, Nathan Cristion, and Charity Jones. Look where they are now, collecting tickets at the front door!

Boy: Clock Oranges Marcel assignment Peanut Brittle!

Johnny Vegas: You would say that!

Terra Skye: Why was Brian wearing a dress with Sinc Mercier?

Boy: FLIERS in Horseradishes! Debate of the ring! Having Dylan said this!

Johnny Vegas: We really have no clue what you just said. Come to think about, we don’t know why Brian wore the dress.

Terra Skye: I am surprised you remember anything from back then.

Johnny Vegas: I just remember I was a bottom shelf guy and now I am a top shelf guy.

Boy: Dark Room isn't What there they were to the there as a Ketunnen! Bad has them to the self!

Johnny Vegas: No you can’t have a blister twister! You don’t want to be like Ray and I who had to sit in our own shit after promoting Blister Twisters.

Terra Skye: .........

Boy: .............

Johnny Vegas: It was a different time back then! Dr. Winn said he would give up ten $20 bills each if we drank it on air.

Terra Skye: We need to go to commercial. Isn’t there a Zane Rush promo we can air to help us forget theta Johnny just said?

Boy: Coalition One World eats VWF!

Terra Skye: We can only hope Brian Blood explains himself at Chaos 100.

Johnny Vegas: And let me guess Painbringer will be there too?

Boy: Oranges!

Terra Skye: That would be a yes Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Keep the Blister Twisters away.

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Terra Skye: Well... Some interesting words from Su and they make me even less comfortable with what they're planning for Carnage Wrestling.

Johnny Vegas: How many times do I have to tell you, BITCHES be CRAZYYYY!

Boy: SEVENTY TWO.

Terra Skye: I'm just saying, whatever 'The Institute' is... It's not good.

Johnny Vegas: They literally admitted it was a cult.. So why are you all like 'Whatever it is'... And you call me stupid... Stupid.

Terra Skye: I know you're trying to ruin the main event for me, but you're not going to do it because Harry is going to be defending against what could possibly be one of the hardest challengers he's faced.



Hampton and Thor begin circling one another, Hampton goes for a lockup with Thor catches him with a european uppercut that turns the Scot all the way around, and allows Thor to nail him with a reverse atomic drop that he then transitions into a snapdragon suplex, and within seconds Thor stands tall as Harry Hampton is face down, holding the back of his head and kicking the mat to fight against the pain.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! He's kickin your boy toy's ass!

Terra Skye: The Match JUST started, Johnny! It's not over yet.

Boy: TRY TO BE BEST CAUSE YOUR ONLY A MAN AND A MANS GOTTA LEARN TO TAKE IT!

Thor stays on Harry though, locking in a boston crab after dragging Harry to the middle of the ring. He leans back, increasing the pressure of the move. Harry cries out in pain, reaching toward the rope. He doesn't respond initially to the ref’s questions and concerns. He instead bows his head and pounds a fist into the mat. He pushes himself up and with a cry of effort, launches Thor into the ropes and freeing himself from the move!!

Terra Skye: Great show of strength by Harry!

Johnny Vegas: Guess now we know why you like him. Strong Hips!

Terra Skye: Shut the fuck up, Johnny!

Boy: TRY TO BELIEVE THOUGH THE GOING GETS TOUGH THEN YOU GOTTA HANG TOUGH TO MAKE IT

Thor rushes Harry going for a clothesline which he ducks, and rolls Thor up with a schoolboy but instead of going for a pin, he kips to his feet and nails Thor with a head kick to the side of his head as he sits up. He then runs to the ropes, and bounces off them, nailing Thor with a Lionsault! He goes for the pin then, hooking the far leg!!

Terra Skye: Here we go! You got this, Harry!!

Boy: HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF TRY AND YOU'LL SUCCEED NEVER DOUBT THAT YOU'RE THE ONE AND YOU CAN HAVE YOUR DREAMS!

Johnny Vegas: Okay, seriously Boy? What the SHIT?!


ONE!!

Boy: YOURE THE BEST! AROUND!

Johnny Vegas: I hate this song, I hate boy, I hate Harry. KILL EVERYTHING, THOR!!

Thor kicks out emphatically, and gets to his feet along with Harry. The two meet in the middle and begin trading rights and lefts. Thor gets the upper hand pretty quickly, and shoves Harry back a step before nailing him with a roundhouse kick. He then snatches Harry after kneeling down, and hits him with an Olympic Slam!! He follows up by turning and nailing a moonsault of his own! He hooks the leg!

Johnny Vegas: Those ninja fucks didn't do shit! Thor looks even better tonight! And now he's gonna win!!


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Hampton kicks out! Thor sits up, frustrated but nods after holding up two fingers. He turns and pays Harry a pat on the shoulder, in recognition of the champ’s grit and toughness. He pulls Harry to his feet, the Scot is groggy and hurting. Thor straightens him around, pats him once more before flipping him upside down, and lifting him to nail the Parasite’s Eve!! But Harry slides off Thor’s shoulder! Thor turns around and Harry ducks under a clothesline, bouncing off the ropes he hits Thor with Boot To Da Face!!! He drops for the pin!!

Johnny Vegas: NO! KICK OUT THOR!

Terra Skye: Hell yeah, get it Harry!!


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, and still Chaos Champion Harry Hampton!!!

Terra Skye: YES!

Johnny Vegas: BOOOO!!!

Terra Skye: Oh you're just jealous. GREAT JOB HARRY! WOOOOO!!

Boy: TRASH!

Johnny Vegas: See, Boy agrees. I knew I liked you, Boy.

Terra Skye: Thor just didn't have enough tonight to snuff out the rising star that is my soon-to-be husband!

Johnny Vegas: Pfft.

Terra Skye: Congratulations on retaining your Chaos Championship, Harry! That looks like we're about done here tonight on Chaos 98! We'll see you in two weeks for Chaos 99!!!

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CHAOS 98 CREDITS:

Opening - Barbie

Segment - On the Edge of 100 - Chuck

Segment - Section 2C - Matthews/Winter

Match 1 - Jones Vs. Amelia Vs. Summers - Mia

Segment - Don’t Cro$$ the Bo$$ - Mia

Segment - Hunting - Dragon Lady/Winter

Match 2 - Fujihara Vs. Gunn - Oliver

Segment - It’s Over when I say it’s over - Oliver

Segment - Don’t know until you ask - Mia

Segment - What Happened to you? - Dustin/Babs

Match 3 - Hawke Vs. Heart - Knox

Segment - Scotch on the Rocks - Jay

Segment - Adapt... Or Step Aside - Elijah

Match 4 - Levi/Dragon Lady Vs. Goode/Matthews - Knox

Segment - A Little Closer - Dragon Lady/Winter

Segment - Beyond The Belle - Mia/Silvio/Scott/Andrew

Match 5 - Marlowe Vs. Case - Scott

Segment - I almost have you - Dragon Lady/Winter

Segment - Grapes - Knox/Winter

Match 6 - Steel Vs. Winter - Scott

Segment - The great chase - Dragon Lady/Winter

Segment - let’s show them how it’s done - Duane/Joe

Match 7 - Knox Vs. LRK - Oliver

Segment - Corvid Corpse - Zen/Knox

Segment - Collecting is Theft - Joe

Match 8 - Johnson/Davison Vs. JC/Willis - Knox

Segment - A Lesson in Cults - Mia

Segment - Shit your Pants! - Babs

Match 8 - Hampton Vs. Thor - Knox


Judges: Barbie
Commentary: Barbie, Knox, Mia, Oliver, Chuck, Scott


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