Underground: Redemption Results

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Johnny Vegas: Well.. I guess nothing fucky wanted to happen on that EXTREMELY short break.

Terra Skye: You're never happy, are you?

Johnny Vegas: Nope.

Terra Skye: Just once I wish you'd find something to NOT bitch about.

Johnny Vegas: You'd have better luck finding Harry's dick.

Terra Skye: ...

The lights in the arena go out and the soft opening riff of Iapetus's "...of Hangmen & Vertebrae" opens over the arena's public announce speakers as The Calamity JENOVA emerges from behind the curtain. Jenova steps out into the center of a red-violet spotlight wearing a long black cloak. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and briefly looks up to reveal her mask, the same mask that the first Jenova once wore. The ramp in front of her is consumed by shadows and fog. Jenova steps down the ramp in rhythm with the music and turns toward the hard-camera side of the ring.

Kelly Carmichael: Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one-hundred and eleven pounds; hailing from the Wylde Legacy - She is the CALAMITY, Heaven's Dark Harbinger: JENOVA!!!

Jenova walks around the ring with the same structured pace, moving all of the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the camera.

Jenova grabs her cloak with both hands and as the hard riff kicks in, she pulls her cloak open. Another purple/red spotlight shines straight down on her as fog rains down from the ceiling and throughout the arena. Jenova pauses for a few moments before entering the ring.

Terra Skye: ...And... Welcome back to ringside where we are about to witness Jenova take on The Empty!

Johnny Vegas: Did you just really try to ignore that whole conversation we just had?

Terra Skye: ...

Johnny Vegas: You're such a bitch.. And why don't we just call this match what it is? The first bitch is taking on the big bitch with a mask. If anyone needs me, I'll be using this time to take a nap.

"I wanna be Jekyll but I'm always fucking Hyde!"

This is the first line of "Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch to break the silence before The Reason pushes the curtain out of the way. Strobe lights move and flicker to the beat and guitar riffs of the song. The Reason leads The Empty out from behind the curtain, the former stoic yet buzzing with sadistic glee. The Empty, once seeing the squared circle in front of him, stretches its arms out with a great roaring cry, breathing heavily and menacingly.

Without warning, it charges into the ring and stares at its opponent with a deep-seated hatred and desire for destruction. Its posture screams aggression as it leans forward, fingers clenching into barrel-like fists before releasing, squeezing all the muscles in its arms with each fist made. Jenova refuses to back down and gets right back into Empty's face as Silent Cal tries to separate the two of them.

Terra Skye: I would NOT want to have Cal's job right now.

Johnny Vegas: Who would? Refs get awful benefits, treated like shit, and usually have to hope that they don't find themselves in situations like this. The ONLY good thing about being a ref is the free zebra costume.

Terra can only shake her head as Johnny takes a long drink, oblivious to anything offensive he might have just said. Back in the ring, Cal finally manages to separate Empty and Jenova...



...but it is short lived as he calls for the bell and the two run at each other, almost sandwiching Cal between them! Years of practice leading up to this moment, Cal knows what to do and is able to step back just in time as the two stars meet in the middle of the ring and start to exchange blows!

Terra Skye: Jenova is NOT going to back down from Empty and seems to be trying to stand toe to toe with the big man!

Johnny Vegas: Terrible idea. He's a murder monster.

Terra Skye: Did you see what Mag--I mean Jenova did to the Masked Debaters?

Empty gets the better part of the exchange and ragdoll throws Jenova right into the corner, flattening her with a massive clothesline!

Johnny Vegas: Because stuff like that happens. And no, I didn't.

Terra Skye: Color me shocked.

Boy: Pancakes!

Johnny Vegas: Great, now I want pancakes.

He shrugs and takes another drink as Empty backs up and gets another running start before crashing into Jenova with another clothesline! Empty backs up again, and gets a third running start, looking to decapitate Jenova with a big boot! At the last minute Jenova manages to duck and slide out from under The Empty, causing the big man to get his leg hung up on the top rope! Jenova seizes the opportunity to deliver various kicks to The Empty's free leg as the monster tries to free himself! By the time he brings his leg down, the damage has been done and the knee Jenova attacked buckles, sending the monster to the mat!

Terra Skye: Wow! Jenova really found her moment to make Empty pay and now that leg might just haunt it for the rest of this match up.

Johnny Vegas: Exactly what the masked bitch needs to do to win.

Terra Skye: ...Did you just..? Wait, when did you become decent at your job?

Johnny Vegas: ...Rumor has it, some new guy is here wanting to invest in Carnage. Gotta make a good first impression, you know?

Terra Skye: ..And when did you find this out?

Johnny Vegas: Can't say.. But sometime between the end of the last match and this one.

Terra Skye: Well, okay then.. But you do realize that you've been fucking off this entire show so far so... First impressions already made?

Johnny Vegas: SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MATCH! DO YOUR JOB TERRA!

Jenova sees Empty down and tries to make the cover, but is quickly tossed to the side as Empty recovers. Jenova backs off at Silent Cal's insistence as Empty uses the ropes to stand, but Jenova is quick to rush forward and kick Empty's bad leg from under him! The monster goes down and Jenova grabs the top rope to deliver stomp after stomp to the knee of Empty! Silent Cal gets to four and a half before Jenova finally stops and backs off.

Terra Skye: And this aggressive streak from Jenova continues. The Empty can't catch a break right now.

Johnny Vegas: Like I said, exactly what she needs to do if she wants to win. But I wouldn't count that big fuck out just yet... Not from what I've seen.

Vegas shrugs as Empty once again tries to stand, using the ropes for assistance. With a roar, Empty charges forward, the damage evident by his limping. Jenova ducks a haymaker and instantly goes back to work on the knee hitting a basement dropkick that sends the big man down to all fours! Jenova sees her opportunity and runs at the big man, looking for her patented curb stomp, Lacrimosa! Empty sees her coming though and springs up, delivering a mat rattling Blackhole Slam!

Johnny Vegas: That's gotta take the wind out of your sails.

Terra Skye: Oh lord, you're almost more insufferable like this.

Johnny Vegas: Listen, I'd really appreciate it if you kept your attention on the MATCH.
That's what we're here to do, after all.

Terra Skye: You're really trying to get more money, huh? Oh shit... COVER!

Empty rolls to make the cover!


One!!


Two!!

Jenova kicks out! Infuriated, Empty roars and grabs Jenova by the throat, picking her up and slamming her right back down again with a massive clothesline! Before he can even drop to make the cover though, Jenova rolls over to the ropes in order to avoid another pinfall attempt.

Terra Skye: Smart thinking by Jenova!

Johnny Vegas: Can't get pinned if you're hugging the ropes.

Seething, Empty gets up, his leg trembling but unable to feel the pain. With a roar, he gets up to an unsteady base and runs at a now standing Jenova, looking for a massive clothesline! At the last second, Jenova pulls down the top rope, sending Empty over her. However, instead of falling out to the floor below, Empty lands standing on the apron! With a massive haymaker, the big man sends Jenova backward. This time, it's Jenova with a running start and hits a basement dropkick, aimed directly at Empty's knee! Empty staggers, but remains standing. With resolve, Jenova delivers a calf kick, again right to the back of Empty's knee. The monster goes down to one leg but stands right back up. Jenova tries the same thing again, a running basement dropkick, but before she can land it, is grabbed by the Empty with a massive Iron Claw!

Terra Skye: Wow! Jenova doing everything she can to bring The Empty down, but unable to keep him there.

Johnny Vegas: That's the thing about monsters. Finding weak spots is hard, exploiting them to the point of keeping the man down for a three count is where most have the trouble.

Terra Skye: Well, The Empty certainly fits that bill.

Silent Cal starts counting Empty to break the hold due to the ropes still being between the two. At four and three quarters, The Reason finally is able to get Empty to release Jenova, who crumbles to a sitting position. Empty gets back to his feet and tries to go over the top rope, but Jenova lashes out with a mule kick with all her might, once again forcing the big man to his knees! As fast as a person can while trying to recover from the effects of the iron claw, Jenova makes her way up to the top rope, desperation setting in as she leaps off and hits Empty with the Lacrimosa from the top rope, bouncing Empty's head off the apron like a basketball! Jenova lands on the apron, holding onto the bottom rope to catch her breath as Empty remains motionless.

Terra Skye: I can only count a handful of times we've seen Jenova/Magdelena do that move from such a risky spot.

Johnny Vegas: Desperate times I guess.

Terra Skye: Obviously she's trying to prove a point, and to me? Point proven. But can she keep him down.. That's the real question.

Rolling into the ring, Jenova shakes off Silent Cal's checks to ensure she can still continue and she desperately tries to drag Empty back into the ring. Yanking as hard as she can on his arm, she is able to pull him into the ring and make the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE--NO!!!

At the very last moment, Empty manages to get his shoulder up off the mat, Jenova screaming out in frustration.

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be damned.

Terra Skye: He kicked out!

Jenova manages to get control of her emotions and goes back on the attack, dropping as many boots as possible to the prone monster. He grabs her foot though and stands, forcing her to hop on one leg until he throws it down to the mat, and grabs her by the throat instead! The Empty looks for a chokeslam but Jenova manages to kick out at Empty's knee, causing the big man to let her go, long enough for her to hit a spinning roundhouse kick!

Terra Skye: The Lunar Eclipse! She got all of it, or so it seems!

Johnny Vegas: How many acts of desperation does this bitch have left in her?!

Terra Skye: Enough, maybe... But then again with The Empty... Who knows how many is 'enough'?

Empty spins from the impact and Jenova quickly jumps onto his back, locking him into the Choke Artist, right in the middle of the ring! Empty refuses to quit, thrashing around violently before slowing and finally succumbing to the submission, never tapping, but being put to sleep!



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... JENOVA!!!!

Terra Skye: Wow, what a match. I wasn't sure who was going to come out of that one on top, honestly.

Johnny Vegas: You're not wrong, but I don't think Monster Man is going to be very happy, or at least his handler doesn't look too thrilled right now.

Jenova lets go of the Empty and rises to her feet, leaving the ring the same way as she entered it - Never once looking back at her opponent or his manager as The Reason tries to pull The Empty out of the ring, although he's just now coming to.

Terra Skye: Well let's head into a short break and get back to it. We're about half way through the show and there's even more excitement to come!

Johnny Vegas: THERE SURE IS!

Terra Skye: Please... Just stop.

Johnny Vegas: WHAT A MATCH!

Boy: Aging is bad for the apples!

Johnny Vegas: SO MUCH COMPETITION! Great competitors! Congratulations to Jenova, you masked little minx. And Empty, it was a close one. You almost had her.

Terra Skye: Oh my God.. I can't do this. Stop it.

Johnny Vegas: We'll be back after a short break, folks!

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"Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol performed by Sershen & Zaritskaya blares out as Beyond the Belle gets set up in the ring. Belle Silva shows up at the top of the ramp and winks at everyone watching before heading down to the ring. She climbs in via the ring steps and sits down in her chair. Once she is situated, the opening of "Ruina Imperii" by Sabaton comes on over the sound system as Sah'ta Thor makes his presence known. He stands at the top of the ramp, as imposing as ever for a brief moment before joining Belle in the ring. She gets up and shakes his hand before they both take their seat as the music fades.

Belle Silva: Welcome Sa'hta Thor and thank you for joining me on this Underground edition of "Beyond the Belle." I'd like to open by getting straight to something that I'm sure everyone would like to know. With recent vignettes about your family as well as interviews where you have gone on record saying that you want to end your career on 'your terms', is there anything that you want to say to the Carnage Legion watching at home?

Before Thor makes his reply he reaches over to a stack of folders that were off camera and pulls them into view. After a few seconds he looks at Belle then starts to explain what they are.

Sah'ta Thor: It is interesting you pick that as the first question. Yet, at the same time I can't say that I am surprised. In these folders are my contract to Carnage Wrestling, a detailed legally binding extended release of liability, and a copy of my Do Not Resuscitate order. Having said that, I will say that I have a terminal illness that will kill me within the next five years. However, it is causing another condition to affect my mental state and will destroy all sense of who I am in less than eighteen months. I don't plan on being alive long enough to have that happen. You want the blatant truth behind the words "my terms"? Well simple and bluntly put, I plan to die inside a wrestling ring long before my mind is gone.

With those words Thor hands the folders to Belle to allow her a chance to confirm that they were what he said they were. Belle looks through them briefly and sets them to the side.

Belle Silva: I'm sorry to hear about your illness!

Belle looks nervously at her notes before clearing her throat and pressing onward, unable to think of anything else to say.

Belle Silva: Onto recent events though, JC has recently started a new talent initiative that has afforded Carnage a massive boon when it comes to new roster members, one such member being Matt Knox. There seems to be no love lost between the two of you. Do you mind elaborating on some of your history with Matt Knox and why things seem so.. Bitter between the two of you? Essentially, can you explain what is happening to some of the viewers who know nothing of your history?

Hearing this question Thor shakes his head slightly before sighing.

Sah'ta Thor: To be completely honest the bitterness in this situation is almost entirely on Matt. As for the details on what the history is between us it is simple. He married my daughter and then vanished completely after she got pregnant. Yet, he managed to keep sending gifts home every holiday and birthday. He asked me for a match and I told him that he would need to earn it. You see, the thing is on October 24th, 2008 I defeated Matt in what was his last match for over a decade. Simply put I refuse to face a man who has been out of action for nearly twelve years after being the last person he faced inside a wrestling ring. In short what you are seeing is the return of a great wrestler to the ring who is lashing out at the last person he wrestled. I don't have any problem facing Matt in the ring but I want it to be after he has had a few matches under his belt.

Thor falls silent at that as he waits for the next question.

Belle Silva: There are some in the Legion that say that someone has to have time invested on the roster before they can really get behind a roster member. What do you say to your nay sayers and the people questioning your relevancy in Carnage?


Sah'ta Thor: Naysayers, I am not surprised that I have them in Carnage. You want to know what I say to them? They can get bent or grow a pair of balls and tell me straight to my face. I get the whole having time invested on the roster attitude as I have lived it in other companies. However, like I said earlier I plan to die inside a wrestling ring. I chose Carnage Wrestling as the company that will more than likely happen in. You want to know my relevance to Carnage Wrestling then take a look at my career. Who else on the roster can you say is here with the express purpose of leaving it all out there inring. I admit since Isolation I haven't been on best of my game when it comes to wins. Yet, for a man my age, I am still able to keep up with the talent that is half my age. Which reminds me, the commentators can knock off with their disparaging remarks about my age, I have heard it all already in other places but I don't need to hear it every time I am in a Carnage Wrestling match.

These words end Thor's reply to the question as he starts to look a bit like a caged animal while he waits for the next question.

Belle Silva: When it comes to titles, Carnage boasts a whopping five divisions to choose from to go after. Do you have eyes on one specific title belt, or are you content to tell your story without getting involved in a title picture?


Sah'ta Thor: Of course, I have my eye on Carnage gold. While I feel my story is interesting enough without having a title to my name, I am a competitor. As a competitor I have plans to go out there and earn gold for as long as I am still alive. While I would like to think I am of the caliber to step into the World Title hunt, I know I haven't been in Carnage long enough for that. No, my eyes are set on the UltraViolent Championship. If you look at my career you will see that I have always had a craving for the extreme division in any company I have been part of. I am a brutal warrior at heart and before I leave this life I plan on having at least one reign as the Carnage Wrestling UltraViolent Champion. Though to be completely honest each and every title I have yet to have held here interests me. While I don't need a title to tell my story, having one one more weaved into it will only serve to enhance it.

Belle Silva: Thor, thank you so much for joining me on my show, I truly appreciate your time. Do you have any parting thoughts or words you'd like to share with all listening?


Sah'ta Thor: Only this, Insidious is alive and well here in Carnage Wrestling and starting tonight the Legion will see just what that means. In the coming months you will see just what we are all about as we push the rest of the roster to their limits and beyond. Now with that being said, thank you for having me on the show.

With that Thor walks off with the stack of folders he had referenced earlier as "Rebel Yell" once again plays.

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Terra Skye: Well that's unsettling.

Johnny Vegas: I know right, he honestly thinks that I'm anything but a consummate professional? LUDACRIS!

Terra Skye: A man just said he wants to die in the ring, and you're more worried about the fact that he called you out for being a prick?

Johnny Vegas: People die everyday, sweetcheeks.

Terra Skye: Well I don't like it. There's more to life than this industry and wanting to die inside a ring.. I just think it takes the passion for this business too far.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, you might be right. But it's his choice.

Terra Skye: And where's the choice for the person who he's gonna be in the ring with when he does someday pass away? I'm sure the unlucky person who's his opponent when that time comes, will absolutely LOVE to have that on their conscience for the rest of their lives. But anyway, we're ready to get into this next match - To determine the next number one contender for the Ultraviolent Championship.

Johnny Vegas: Go from talking to someone wanting to die in a ring to two people willing to kill one another for a title shot... Nice.

Kelly Carmichael: The following Ultraviolent contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the number-one contendership to the Carnage Wrestling Ultraviolent Championship! Introducing first:

"So, what's the craziest thing you've done lately?"

Kelly Carmichael: Making her way to the ring, she stands in at six-feet-one inches tall. She is the Crazy Angel, Zephyr Quinn!

The opening of "Crazy Angel" hits as Zephyr Quinn makes her way out onto the stage, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up an over her face. As the music picks up, she whips the hood off her head and yells out, pumping her fist into the air as the pyros go off behind her.

Terra Skye: Well, you heard Kelly. Zephyr Quinn, formerly known as ZQ, is making her way to the ring to try to win herself a shot at the Ultraviolent championship.

Johnny Vegas: That's all well and good, but she has to try to get past Eli first.

Terra Skye: That's what we're about to find out. The stakes are high and both competitors in this match would love to earn that shot here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Except that's not going to happen. Eli is just too damn Goode not to be in a championship hunt, taking the reins and working to fill the void of leadership that Jack left.

Terra Skye: Look, I understand that Paragon reigned supreme for so long here in Carnage because there was real talent within the group. But I think it's about time people started paying attention to the talent that's always been all throughout the roster.

Heading down the ramp, she looks out into the empty seats in the arena. With steadfast determination, she rolls into the ring and takes her hoodie off, waiting for the match to start.

Terra Skye: Zephyr has been on a mission as of late to put her past behind her and move forward in a positive light. She's broken off from her twin-sister and the Friends of Paracelsus and even though the road hasn't been easy, she's fought through it valiantly every step of the way.

Kelly Carmichael: And her opponent:

The lights cut out. The arena goes completely black.

"Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more."

The drum solo pops in followed by the guitar riff. Once the guitar riff starts, the lights flash back on with Eli Goode standing at the top of the ramp with a leather jacket on. He looks around the arena and slowly lifts his arms up to the side. After a few seconds, he lowers his arms and walks down the ramp. He passes by the empty seats surrounding the ring.

Kelly Carmichael: Making his way to the ring at this time: he stands at five-foot-six inches and weighs in at 160 pounds. From Memphis, Tennessee: Eli Goode!

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

Johnny Vegas: You act like Eli hasn't done the exact same thing. He's looking for redemption and to reconcile his past with 'the Joker'. I think it might not be in his best interest to do that tonight, but we'll see.

Boy: Tomatoes.

Terra Skye: Why not?

Johnny Vegas: We know how these Ultraviolent matches are. It can and most likely will get bloody and ruthless in there.

Terra Skye: So you're saying the only way someone can win one of these u-v matches is to have no regard for human life?

Johnny Vegas: If you really want to have your hand raised at the end? Yes.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion. I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high."

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

"Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man, though my mind could think I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming. I can hear them say."

Terra Skye: Well, I sure hope for both competitors sakes that they can have as clean of an Ultraviolent match as they possibly can have so that they don't mess up the futures that they have been working so hard towards.

Johnny Vegas: I hope Eli fucks ZQ up.

Terra Skye: Don't look now but your Paragon bias is showing again.

Boy: The circle with six sides is a parallelogram! Dylan's earwax, ninety-six plus two!

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

Terra Skye: Face facts. Paragon is a thing of the past. And when Boy rings the bell, one of these competitors is going to take another huge step toward redemption.

Just before the bell rings, Sebastian Steel is spotted walking out onto the stage.

Johnny Vegas: I don't have to face shit! Wait a second...? What the fuck is he doing here?



The match begins with the two competitors circling the ring. Eli fakes going in for the lockup and rolls through to come behind Zephyr, and immediately throws a couple of calf kicks at Quinn's left leg. Quinn follows up with a headbutt catching Goode off guard. Goode stumbles backwards into the corner and Quinn is quick to follow up. Chops across Goode's chest before attempting an irish whip. Eli holds onto the top rope but Zephyr kicks Eli's hand away, breaking his grip before tossing him over with a simple hip toss. Eli lands in a seated position and Quinn kicks him in the spine. Eli rolls around on the mat a bit but as Zephyr looks to drop an elbow, Goode is able to move out of the way. Both competitors back to their feet and Goode hits Zephyr with a dropkick that sends her stumbling backwards and through the ropes, onto the ring apron. Eli follows up with a springboard dropkick shades of Chris Jericho that sends Quinn down to the ringside floor. Goode pops back up to his feet feeling pretty good about the momentum being in his favor. He waits for Quinn to get back to her feet before he runs and leaps over the ropes with a tope con hilo, hitting the mark. Goode lands on his feet, and immediately pumps his fist. Sebastian Steel starts to walk down the ramp towards the ringside area, gathering Goode's attention in the process.

Terra Skye: Eli is actually giving up the height and... what we presume is the weight advantage to The Crazy Angel Zephyr Quinn, so sticking to his high-flying offense may be his best strategy here. But what's really not in Goode's favor is worrying about Sebastian Steel at ringside.

Johnny Vegas: Eli's gotta realize that he needs to keep his focus on the person he's fighting inside the ring, not the uninvited asshole outside of it.

Terra Skye: It's Ultraviolent rules, Johnny. There's nothing the referee can do about Sebastian Steel deciding to come down to ringside. But so far, it doesn't look like Sebastian wants to interfere...

Johnny Vegas: He better not. For his sake.

Terra Skye: I don't think The Crazy Angel would take too kindly to Steel interfering anyway. I think he's acting more as a manager than an intended distraction.

Johnny Vegas: I guess we'll fucking see, won't we?

Goode has a few choice words as Steel seems only interested in taking a place at ringside. This costs Eli when Zephyr Quinn comes up from behind and shoves Eli Goode into the nearby barricade. The Wayward Son hits pretty hard into the steel bikerack style barrier and Quinn is quick to follow up with yet another unexpected headbutt. Goode stumbles along the barrier and into the corner. Quinn charges and clotheslines Eli over the barricade, sending him spilling into the first row of empty chairs. Sebastian Steel claps for Quinn, as Quinn remains focused, going over the barricade to follow her opponent. Eli pulls himself up onto the row of chairs, and Quinn is right there to clench him up and to set him up for a suplex, possibly on the chairs. Quinn thinks better of it, however, and attempts a vertical suplex onto the concrete instead, but Eli flails his legs, and lands back on his feet. A few gut punches later and Eli breaks free. He turns and jumps up onto the chairs, before attempting to dive back onto Quinn. Quinn catches him in mid-air and transitions seamlessly into a massive backbreaker. Eli's back bends across Quinn's knee, and he rolls around on the arena floor contorted and in serious pain. Now it's Zephyr who is standing over her opponent feeling pretty good about the momentum swing. Sebastian Steel is impressed.

Johnny Vegas: Oh god, I think that crazy bitch might just have broken Eli's back there...

Terra Skye: I know that Eli landed on her knee with that backbreaker, but still, it has to be more effective considering the concrete floor beneath has literally no give.

Johnny Vegas: I thought ZQ or whoever this bitch is now was gonna lighten up now that her crazy ass sister was gone-

Terra Skye: You said it yourself earlier. You know how these Ultraviolent matches go. It doesn't matter how nice you want to be. It's about how ruthless you have to be.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe Eli isn't out of this yet. But that backbreaker didn't do my boy any favors.

Boy: I want my babyback, babyback, babyback, babyback... babyback backbreakers! Dylan dies for mustard!

Johnny Vegas: Oh does he now? Well how about you... uh... just shut the fuck up now.. alright? That would be great.

Boy: Facking Tweever!

Zephyr Quinn has a choice to make, between reaching for one of the steel chairs or just continuing the match. She pulls Eli back up to his feet and shoves him backward back into the barricade. Eli grunts as he takes another hard impact on his back. Quinn takes a step back and charges for what she hopes will be a big boot to Eli's face, but Eli slides out of the way at the last moment, and Quinn has a hard landing with the top of the barricade. Goode can barely follow up with a few clubbing blows along the back of Quinn as she carefully pulls herself over the barricade and back to ringside. Eli clutches his lower back as he walks around the barricade to one of the openings to try to keep pressure on his opponent. He walks right past Sebastian Steel as Steel does nothing to hold Eli up; in fact, moves out of the way instead. Goode closes the distance between he and Quinn and grabs her by the back of her head, but Quinn catches him with an elbow to the sternum. She turns and grabs Eli by the back of his head and slams him forehead first into the ring apron. Eli bounces off and clutches at his face. Quinn grabs Goode by the wrist and irish whips him hard, back first into the ring steps. Eli again bounces off with a thud, and for the second time, he's rolling around on the floor clutching at that lower back area.

Terra Skye: Zephyr Quinn is really focusing on the lower back area of Eli Goode...

Johnny Vegas: Only because that's what that idiot Sebastian Steel is telling her to do!

Terra Skye: Sebastian Steel hasn't done shit except give The Crazy Angel moral support.

Johnny Vegas: That's so fucking unfair! Who the hell is out here giving Eli the moral support that he deserves?

Terra Skye: Uhh... you.

Johnny Vegas: ...

Terra Skye: Anyway, it's a smart strategy. Eli can still fly, but a lot of his arsenal relies on him using that part of his body as a point of impact. She's going to make Eli think twice about going for any move that will jar his spine.

Quinn pulls Eli back up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. She slides into the ring and covers Goode-


One!


Tw-

Eli kicks out just before the count of two.

Zephyr was expecting as much, so she transitions straight into a set of mounted forearms that drill Eli Goode. Quinn pops back up to her feet, this time, to drop that elbow she was looking for straight down on Goode's solar plexus. Goode rolls up into a seated position and coughs as he holds at his chest. The Crazy Angel helps Goode back up to his feet, and hits him with a few successive jabs, before hitting him with a discus clothesline and then she bounces off of the ropes and nails him right in the face with a running big boot. The Boom, Bewm, Bang hits without a hitch and once more Zephyr drops down into the lateral press for a cover-


One!


Two!

Eli powers out at two and a third.

Johnny Vegas: Tough, but strong kickout there by my boy.

Terra Skye: Yeah, I'll give Eli credit. That Boom, Bewm, Bang from Zephyr Quinn is a succession of some very hard hitting moves. Any one of those could knock out any normal person.

Johnny Vegas: But Eli Goode is not just 'any normal person'.

Terra Skye: That's what I was getting at. But then again, neither is Zephyr Quinn.

Boy: Quinn jetted the man whose way is lost! Joker cried, no laugh, just snow and night which consumes.

Terra Skye: Uhh, yeah, Boy. Thanks for adding that to the commentary tonight. I really appreciate your timely contributions.

Boy: I'm biscuits!

Johnny Vegas: I fucking miss Ray sometimes. I swear.

Sebastian Steel is coaching Quinn to stay on Goode from his position outside of the ring. Quinn yanks Eli back up to his feet, and calls for the end, looking for the implant DDT. But Eli has it scouted, and spins out. Quinn tries to follow up with a clothesline but Eli Goode ducks it and catches Quinn with his signature slingblade! It's not enough to keep The Crazy Angel down, though, as she fights her way back up to one knee. Goode struggles to pull himself up, but sees Quinn in the perfect position and he follows up with a desperation Goode Deal running knee strike! That V-trigger-esque knee sends Zephyr flat on her back, and Goode clutches his lower back a bit as he slides into a cover-


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Two!

Zephyr Quinn kicks out at two and a half!

Terra Skye: Ooh, so close!

Johnny Vegas: Are we sure that wasn't a three count? Slow count! Slow count-

Terra Skye: I'm sure. And no, it was just the same time for Eli as it was for Quinn earlier.

Johnny Vegas: Damn.

Terra Skye: Eli is fighting back, but you can really tell that his back is bothering him. Between that and the shoulder problems he's been having as of late, one has to wonder if that had any effect on his ability to perform an effective cover.

Johnny Vegas: Well of course it does. What kind of stupid ass comment is that?

Terra Skye: I'm speculating... I don't know. I'm not Eli Goode, now am I?

Johnny Vegas: If you can't bridge into the pin, and hook the legs, then you're not applying the right pressure on your opponents shoulders-

Terra Skye: I know that... that's why I said it... you know what? Nevermind.

Johnny Vegas: ZQ should be thanking her lucky stars right now.

Terra Skye: Oh really? Cause I think she'd prefer you just call her by her rightful name and stop all of the verbal-fellatio you give to all of the Paragon alumni.

Johnny Vegas: I don't know what you just said to me, but I'm gonna sue.

Boy: SUESY WHO?

Eli looks up at the referee to see the signal for the two count and Goode's expression sinks. He fights through the pain to push himself back up to his feet, and waits for Zephyr to do the same. Goode is looking for another Goode Deal running knee, but this time, Quinn ducks underneath of it and hits Eli with the most devastating move in ALLLL of professional wrestling, the surprise roll up!


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Thr-NO! Eli rolls his injured shoulder up at the last moment just before the three!

Both competitors pop back to their feet. Eli swings wildly with a spinning heel kick, but again, Zephyr Quinn has the wherewithal to duck and the Crazy Angel bounces off of the ropes and drills Eli Goode in the side of the face with the Termination of Hostilities superman punch! Eli Goode slinks down to the mat in a heap, but lands face first forcing Quinn to shoot the half to get him over onto his back. She hooks both legs for the cover, this has to be it!


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Thr-NO! Eli kicks out again just before the last possible second.

Terra Skye: WOW! Two near falls, one right after the other! What's wrong Johnny, are you sweating over there?

Johnny Vegas: Umm... No... has anyone seen my whiskey?

Terra Skye: I'm not sure how Eli managed to kick out of that Termination of Hostilities. But if Quinn appears frustrated at this point in the contest, I don't think anyone could blame her.

Johnny Vegas: I ain't saying shit.

Terra Skye: Well, except maybe Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Look, all I'm gonna say is that Eli can't take too much more of this. He's in a pretty bad way.

Sebastian Steel is telling Quinn to finish Eli off again. Quinn nods her head and pushes herself back up to her feet. She grabs Eli and yanks him right up into DDT position, once more looking for that Angel's Pennance implant version she does to perfection. She almost waits for it just a split second longer, and just like she suspected Eli works to slip out again. But this time, Quinn is ready for him, and she catches him as he spins with an inverted STO planting Eli face first into the canvas!

Terra Skye: She suckered Eli into the Craziest Thing! Isn't that the craziest thing?

Johnny Vegas: I can't watch.

Quinn pushes herself back up, and bounces off of the ropes. She looks to follow up with the curbstomp but Eli pushes himself back up off of the canvas. As Quinn leaps, he catches her in the firemans carry position and drops her straight down into the cutter! Eli Goode with a surprise, desperation Goode Bye! Goode is groaning in agony as it appears as though his back gives up and gives out on him, but he's close enough to Zephyr to make the cover-


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Three!



Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, and the new number one contender to the Ultraviolent Championship... ELI GOODE!

Terra Skye: Holy shit! Eli did it! He's the new number one contender for the UV title! He'll go on to face whoever wins the Ultraviolent title match later on tonight!

Johnny Vegas: Hell yeah! WOOOO!

Terra Skye: But this means that if Kyra retains, it'll be Kyra vs. Eli. And if Ken beats her, Eli will get another chance at Davison at the next Chaos.

Johnny Vegas: UGH.. I don't like no win scenarios.

Terra Skye: Well, I guess you'll have to get over it. Anyway, Zephyr Quinn came out here tonight and fought her heart out and I give her a TON of respect for that. She's been on this journey since she parted ways with her siblings and I gotta say it's refreshing to see her coming into her own. She'll get her time in the spotlight, and it's coming. There's no doubt about that.

Johnny Vegas: Little bitch has fire, that's for damn sure.

Terra Skye: That she does, Johnny. I look forward to what Zephyr is going to do in the future of Carnage Wrestling.

While Eli celebrates, Zephyr climbs to her feet and looks over to Eli - nodding her head, as if accepting the outcome of the match. Eli turns around and the two stare one another down before Zephyr takes her leave of the ring, leaving Eli to celebrate his victory. Sebastian Steel meets Zephyr outside the ring, and the two walk to the back together.

Terra Skye: Well, time for another break! Be back soon for the Baltimore City Championship match between Mac Bane and Angel Panic!

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Jenova: ...

The normally masked 'Jenova' pushes past the threshold of the trainers room with no face covering. She's wearing the fresh wounds of her most recent battle, her ring gear now partially dry after being drenched in pure effort it took to go toe-to-toe with the Empty. She limps away from the exam room and sighs in the struggle it takes her just to spin 180 degrees and lean her ass against the wall. She tosses her matted hair back with a flick of her head, the sweat-soaked silver mass smacking the concrete block behind her and sliding down to her shoulder.

Jenova: ...glad that's over with.

With one more push of willpower, she grits her teeth and grunts as she pushes herself back up to a vertical base. She clenches the back of her neck with her hand as she shuffles down the corridor, heading in the direction of her locker room. But Maggie doesn't make it far when she happens to bump into an old lover, mentor, and friend.

Lucy Wylde: Shit, sorry… Oh..

Lucy instinctively takes a step backwards, a look of exasperation on her face.

Jenova: Sorry?

Maggie, too, takes a step backward, after expressing the pain of being jarred and clutching at her head.

Jenova: Sorry that you ran into me?

Lucy sighs.

Lucy Wylde: Well that depends on who I’m actually talking to. But really, I was referring to nearly running you over.

Lockheart rolls her eyes.

Jenova: 'Who you're talking to'... That's as insulting as Carnage's penchant for putting quotation marks around our name. You know who I am, Luce. Don't be one of these people out here who act like I don't matter just 'cause I decided to stand up for something that they don't understand.

It’s Lucy’s turn to roll her eyes.

Lucy Wylde: Oh for fucks sake. Never said you didn’t matter, Maggie. I just don’t get it..

Jenova: Yes you do. Don't bullshit me. If there's anyone out there that 'gets' what I'm trying to do... it should be you.

Maggie shakes her head in disgust.

Jenova: But I get it. I really do. You didn't want to bump into me because you're avoiding me. Like the thought of being around me is so unpleasant to you. Like you want to pretend that I've gone crazy... or even worse... I'm just wasting your time. But that's okay. I can be whoever I want to be, and it doesn't have to affect you at all if you don't want it to. I'm not pushing to be a part of your life again. I just want to make sure that you don't lose what you've worked so hard your entire life to have.

Lucy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Lucy Wylde: Because I’m in need of protection right? See, that’s what I don’t fucking get Maggie. You and… CJ.. Whatever the fuck you’re doing to try and protect MY legacy like I’m somehow fucking it up. It’s mine. Not yours. Not his.

She stops for a moment and sighs again.

Lucy Wylde: I want to understand that you’re doing what you think is right because… Well, that’s what I thought when I was…

Jenova: Jenova...?

Lucy nods.

Lucy Wylde: I respect that you’re standing up for something... But the two of you aren’t respecting the fact that I don’t need protection. I’m a big girl. I’ve made my choices, for better or for worse and I stand by them.

Jenova: ...and yet it's so ironic that you think that. You'd think that I'd know that you don't need protection. I mean, you're Lucy Wylde. You've beaten them all and done everything that there is to do in this business. Who in the hell could possibly even think of threatening you?

Maggie runs her fingers through her hair, combing it back.

Jenova: But this isn't about protecting you from them, Luce. It never was. If anything, this is about protecting you... from you.

It’s obvious straight away that Jenova’s last comment struck a chord with Lucy as she clenches her jaw and shakes her head.

Jenova: Do you think that I actually give a shit that your boytoy wants to keep booking me in pointless matches? Because I'm not out here to-

Lucy Wylde: I don’t give a fuck what you’re here to do…

Lucy practically growls.

Lucy Wylde: Just stay the fuck out of my business.

Jenova: Oh, so you want me out of your business, hmm?

Maggie smirks.

Jenova: Well, you should have thought about that when you were too busy trying to rip my mask off just to see 'who I really was'...

In a fit of anger, Lucy grabs Maggie by the shoulders and slams her against the block wall. The back of Maggie's head cracks off of the concrete, and she cries out as the shock from the blunt force travels through her skull.

Lucy Wylde: No. You should have made damn sure you knew what I was capable of before you let Charles warp your brain… Little girl.

Maggie sobs as Lucy holds her pinned against the wall. She hangs her head low and appears frightened and sad, until the moment that Maggie carefully reaches up to the back of her head; feeling the blood trickling from a fresh wound. Then, in an instant, the crying stops. Maggie raises her teary eyes back up to meet Lucys... with a grin on her face.

Jenova: ...now there's that... side... of you that I... wanted... to see...

Maggie starts to chuckle, at first. But soon her snickers turn into full-fledged laughter, causing Lucy to pull away.

Jenova: You know who I am, Lucy. You know my name. But do you know who you are? Do you know what... you're... capable of?

Lucy clenches her fists.

Lucy Wylde: Don't. Stop. You're not doing this to me. I'm not going to let you, or him, mess with my head. This is your final warning.

She turns her head to the camera. Lucy is seething. Her blood set to a boil that has her cheeks burning with rage.

Lucy Wylde: You hear me, Charles? Better reign your little bitch in before something bad happens to her…. Or you.

With that, Lucy pushes past the cameraman with such force that he/she stumbles and falls. The camera itself slams into the floor and the backstage feed cuts immediately to static. It is then that it is brought back to ringside.

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Johnny Vegas: Well... I don't know if I have words.. Could it be that little miss 'Goody two shoe's has finally lost her fucking mind?

Terra Skye: That sounds like an awful lot of words for someone who supposedly has none. But yeah.. That's not something I expected to see from Lucy Wylde... But I guess Jenova, or Maggie Lockheart and Lucy's ex husband have finally pushed Lucy to a breaking point.

Johnny Vegas: I like it!

Terra Skye: Of course you do.

Johnny Vegas: AND her little boytoy isn't here tonight... EVEN BETTER!

Terra Skye: I don't think that's a good thing. But we do wish JC luck at UGWC Synergy. Anyway, I guess we'd better get ready for this match - The Ultraviolent Championship match that JC himself granted to Ken Davison.

Johnny Vegas: Davison ain't gonna know what hit him.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Carnage Wrestling UltraViolent Championship!!!

The opening riffs of Led Zeppelin's “Kashmir” begins to play before Puff Daddy’s vocals begin to cover the track. “Godly” Ken Davison comes out carrying a very beat up red aluminum baseball bat.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Boston, Massachusetts… “Godly” Ken Davison!!!

Davison skips the usual pageantry and marches down to the ring. Most notably, he has decided to forgo his regular gear and is wearing a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. He slides in and immediately walks to the corner and waits for the champion to make her entrance.

Terra Skye: I don't know, Ken Davison looks like he's ready for Kyra here tonight - And from his promotional video, he claims to have the utmost respect for Kyra coming into this.

Johnny Vegas: Well too little too late, fuckhead. Kyra's going to mop the floor with you!

Terra Skye: These two have certainly had a lot of dealings with one another over the last few months but it comes to a head here tonight, and none of what happened in the past really matters because tonight, the title is on the line.

Boy: GRAVEDIGGERS ANONYMOUS!

"Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins wailing over the PA system as Carnage's former owner steps out from behind the curtain, clad in her trademarked orange cropped tank top, baggy grey sweatpants and skater shoes. She's got a big smile on her face as she motions out to the empty arena and then to the ring where her opponent stands, waiting. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels she's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp staring Ken Davison down the entire way, a devilish smirk on her face.

Kelly Carmichael: On her way to the ring… from Baltimore, Maryland… here is your Ultraviolent Champion… She is the “The Jawbreaker”... KYRA JOHNSON!!!

As the lyrics continue, Johnson slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet. The music cuts out as Davison lunges at Kyra, swinging the bat wildly, bouncing it off the top rope as KJ ducks out of the way. Kelly Carmichael also makes a quick escape, running out of the ring on the other side.

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!



Davison swings for the fences again, but KJ easily gets out of the way as if she was expecting another swing from the challenger. KJ grabs Davison by the back of his head and throws him into the corner, causing him to drop the bat as she unloads haymakers onto the challenger. She whips Davison across the ring with such force that he comes back out, only to be driven to the mat by a one handed bulldog courtesy of the champion. Both athletes get to their feet quickly and Johnson scoops the still reeling Davison up and hangs him in the Tree of Woe in the corner. Davison waves his arms, trying to get out of the predicament but KJ comes in with a sliding dropkick to the face! Davison falls to the mat as Johnson rolls out of the way.

Terra Skye: Ken Davison tried to catch Kyra off guard and now Kyra's firmly in control here! Our Champion is obviously trying to make good on her words to Davison before this match.

Johnny Vegas: GET HIM! Don't let him sweet talk you.. KICK HIS ASS!

Terra Skye: Seems like that's what she's doing, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: YEAH!

Kyra walks to the opposite corner to set up for her next move. As she is walking over “Godly” pulls himself up using the ropes. Davison slumps against the ropes as Kyra runs at him. Davison suddenly comes to life, meeting Kyra in the middle of the ring and catching her in the face with a Yakuza kick. Kyra stumbles back and Davison drops her with a running forearm smash. Davison slides out of the ring and grabs the first thing he can find under the ring. Kyra leans out to grab Ken and he clocks her upside the side of the head with a cookie sheet. Davison quickly gets in the ring and spins so he can hit Kyra with a discus style cookie sheet shot. Kyra is staggered and Davison hits her one more time with the cookie sheet, finally dropping her to the mat.

Terra Skye: And just like that, the challenger is right back in it with some brutal shots with that cookie sheet.

Johnny Vegas: YOU STUPID FUCK! That won't keep her down!

Terra Skye: Regardless, if Ken Davison wants a chance at the UV title, he's gotta keep up this offense because Kyra's proven time and time again that she's one tough cookie.

Johnny Vegas: No, she's one tough BITCH! Ken Davison WISHES he were to HER LEVEL!

Terra Skye: Ken Davison is a lot of things, but to say he isn't a threat to Kyra's UV championship is just a bald faced lie.

Davison stands in the middle of the ring, watching Johnson crawl to the corner. He stalks over and places the cookie sheet in front of KJ. Without a moment of hesitation, Davison hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick of his own, driving the cookie sheet into her face. Davison takes his shirt off and throws it into the audience, where it falls to the floor because there is no one actually in the audience. Davison backs into the corner, waiting for KJ to get up and when she's gotten to her feet - Davison sprints across the ring and sandwiches Johnson in the turnbuckle with a spear, but when he hits... Davison yells out in pain and rolls away from Kyra, towards the other side of the ring clutching his shoulder in pain.

Johnny Vegas: Looks like fuckface took the worst of that move...

Terra Skye: You're right but... Oh SHIT!

Kyra lifts her head up and smirks across the ring at Davison as she lifts up her shirt to reveal that she’s wrapped her body in barbed wire. She pulls a pair of wire cutters from her pocket and removes the barbed wire while Davison looks down at his arm, now gushing from a decent sized puncture wound. Davison gets up to his hands and knees as Kyra approaches, barbed wire in hand - But Davison isn't quick enough and he screams out again when Kyra whips him with that barbed wire across his back! Davison instinctively arches his back, and Kyra takes the opportunity to wrap the barbed wire around his neck.

Terra Skye: She had barbed wire wrapped around her abdomen! Oh my GOD! Davison definitely didn't expect that!

Johnny Vegas: And now he's bleeding for his efforts! HAH!

Terra Skye: Oh Lord but now she's got that barbed wire around the neck of her challenger! Jesus Christ!

“The Jawdropper” pulls “Godly” up to his feet using the barbed wire. She lets go of the wire and drills Davison with a forearm across his temple. Davison uses the ropes to stay on his feet and KJ delivers two more forearms. Davison collapses, his arms tangled in the ropes. KJ points at GKD, but instead of attacking him, steps between the ropes and outside of the ring. She calmly walks over to the ring steps and slightly lifts up the top set of stairs. The camera angle from across the ring shows Kyra’s bottle of whiskey. On the far side of the ring, we see Kyra lift a second bottle of whiskey in the air. She opens it up and takes and takes a few huge gulps before she smashes it on the ring post, creating an improvised weapon. She rolls in the ring with a huge grin on her face and her eyes on her opponent. She moves over to Davison but he kicks her in the wrist, sending the bottle flying. Without missing a beat, Kyra bullrushes Davison and they both topple to the outside as KJ delivers a Cactus clothesline. Krya rolls over and hooks the leg for the first pin attempt of the match.


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NO!!!

Davison gets a shoulder up at the last second.

Johnny Vegas: That's a waste of good whiskey.

Terra Skye: I think what you should be saying is that Ken Davison would have been in trouble if she would have been able to use that broken bottle the way she'd intended.

Johnny Vegas: Well that too, and that's also a God damned shame.

Terra Skye: Not for Ken.

Both competitors struggle to their feet and Davison quickly tries to get away. Kyra, being much fresher at this point, closes the gap quickly. She grabs Davison by the shoulder and spins him around before delivering a kick to his Godly gut and bringing him down with a spinning neckbreaker. Kyra once again goes for a cover.


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Two!!

KICKOUT!!

Davison gets up and Kyra delivers an overhand right that knocks Davison into the ring steps.

Terra Skye: Davison kicked out but Kyra's not letting him get any breather.

Johnny Vegas: There's a reason why she's the fucking champ.

Terra Skye: You're not wrong, but as we both know - Ken Davison always has something up his sleeve.

She continues firing off haymakers each one faster than the next until she gets to ten and steps away to safely catch her breath. Davison pulls himself up even more slowly than before. Kyra turns around and sees this, and opts to run at Davison. As Kyra comes in, Ken turns his body and throws her into the ring steps with a kind of modified hip toss, killing her momentum completely.

Terra Skye: My point exactly.

While Kyra is already up to her hands and knees, Davison lies on the flat of his back, breathing deeply and staring off into space. Eventually, both competitors use the ring apron to get to their feet, and Davison barely beats Kyra to the punch. Davison grabs Kyra in a Muay Thai clinch and delivers a couple of knees to her head before letting go, but still holding on to her hair. Ken drags Kyra over to the safety railing and slams her head on the top of it. Before she can get her bearings, Davison grabs Kyra by the arm and propels her back into the ring steps. Kyra lands knees first into the steps and flies over them. As she lands, you can see a large bruise forming on the bottom of her arm.

Johnny Vegas: YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

Terra Skye: Oh please, she's seen much, much worse than that Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Okay so you're right but FUCK HIM ANYWAY!

Davison limps over to his prey, however, it takes him far longer than it would under normal circumstances. He pulls her up by the collar of her shirt and throws her into the ring. Davison then walks over to the empty seats in the audience and reaches over the railing for a chair. He looks down and, realizing the seat is cushioned, throws it to the ground. He turns around and pulls a good old fashioned, non-cushioned folding chair out from under the ring. Davison slides the chair into the ring, then rolls in himself. “Godly” looks over at Kyra and sees her laying on her side under the bottom rope. Instead of using the chair, he sees an opportunity and runs across the ring and dropkicks Kyra to the floor.

Terra Skye: Looks like Ken was thinking of using that chair, but opted to knock Kyra back out of the ring instead.

Johnny Vegas: Should have just used the fucking chair you fuck.

Davison follows to the outside of the ring, practically falling to the floor himself. He falls to his knees and pulls up the ring apron. Davison pulls out a table and raises the table legs. He tips the table to it’s side and uses it to push himself to his feet. He quickly sets it up at ringside while we can see KJ using the safety railing to pull herself up to her own feet. Davison drops a forearm across Johnson’s back, causing her to stumble over to the table. “Godly” continues to rain down forearms until he has “The Jawdropper” laying across the table. Davison gets up on the apron and begins climbing to the top rope but much to his dismay, Kyra has the foresight to roll off the table - foiling whatever plans Ken Davison had had concerning that table and the UV champion.

Johnny Vegas: YEAH! FUCK YOU DAVISON!

Terra Skye: Smart move from Kyra, rolling to safety. Great ring awareness from the UV champ.

Boy: Frosty Britches!

Johnny Vegas: What did you just call me?!

Davison hops down to the apron and then, in turn, down to the ringside area. He comes in and punches Kyra directly in the mouth. She falls to her hands and knees, but gets right back up, perhaps through adrenaline alone and spits blood directly onto the floor in front of Davison. Davison pulls her hair and throws her down into the apron head first. Davison drops down and hooks the leg, going for his first cover of the match.


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Two!!


Kyra kicks out at two!

Johnny Vegas: Man this guy just doesn't know when to give up.

Terra Skye: He's fighting for the Ultraviolent title, Jackass... Of course he's not going to give up.

Johnny Vegas: Well he should. Asshole.

As Davison gets to his feet, Kyra rolls towards the ring. GKD grabs his head in frustration as Kyra turns onto her stomach and crawls towards the ring. Davison moves in behind her, grabs her and again, unceremoniously tosses her back into the ring. Davison walks over to the ring steps and lifts the top set of steps. From underneath this set of steps, Davison procures a bottle of lighter fluid. Davison begins spraying the top of the table. After emptying the bottle, Davison drops the bottle and slides back into the ring. Davison walks over and grabs Kyra’s bottle of whiskey. He pops the bottle open and takes a swig, but instead of swallowing it, he spits the whiskey into Johnson’s face. He then dumps the entire contents of the bottle onto Kyra.

Johnny Vegas: THAT’S ALCOHOL ABUSE!!!

Terra Skye: I'd be more worried about the fact that Ken Davison just emptied a bottle of lighter fluid onto that table and doused Kyra in flammable liquid... It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he's thinking of doing next.

Johnny Vegas: ... But that's good whiskey...

Terra Skye: Oh my GOD.

Kyra springs to life, dropping Davison with an STO and delivering a series of right hands onto her opponent. She grabs Davison by the head and lifts him up, barely getting enough elevation to deliver a pile driver. She rolls over, draping an arm over Davison.


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Two!!!


THRE--NO! KICKOUT!!!

Davison rolls over onto his stomach and Kyra reaches over and grabs the cookie sheet. She lifts up Davison’s head ever so slightly and slides the cookie sheet underneath. She grabs his head and slams him face first onto the cookie sheet. She looks around the ring, finding the chair Davison brought in earlier. She grabs the chair but before she has the chance to use it - Davison leaps up in desperation, delivering a headbutt to the stomach causing the champion to drop the chair! Davison uses the opening and delivers a DDT onto the chair, a loud clang echoing through the arena as Kyra's head makes hard contact with the unforgiving steel chair! Ken rolls Johnson over and goes for another cover as Kyra's forehead opens up and a trickle of blood begins rolling down her hairline!


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Two!!


TH--NO!!!

Davison slams his arms on the mat in frustration before looking over at the indomitable Kyra Johnson, who's rolled over onto her side - the mat below her stained with splatters of blood.

Terra Skye: Davison has to keep his emotions in check here, he's got Kyra where he wants her and he can't let her get a breather if he has any chance of keeping her down.

Johnny Vegas: Well, he made her bleed.. The bastard.

Terra Skye: Well it is an Ultraviolent match...

Boy: RED SPLATTERS OF MATTER!

Davison looks over and sees his red aluminum baseball bat laying on the ring apron. He picks it up and turns just as Kyra's managed to get back to her feet, and he hits her in the stomach with a home run swing - doubling her over in agony! But he's not done there - He then brings the bat down across her back, and the champion drops to her knees. Kyra shakes her head and tries to get back up, but Davison puts a stop to that with the butt of the bat - bashing it into her skull - opening the wound on her head even further! Kyra falls back to the mat and rolls over on her back, revealing the beginnings of a crimson mask, but Davison doesn't care as he kneels down and puts the bat across the throat of Kyra Johnson - much in the same way Kyra did to him earlier. Kyra struggles against him and eventually he does let up - tossing the bat away before bringing Kyra back up to her feet only to bulldog Kyra's skull down on top of the bat! COVER!


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TH--NO!!!

Terra Skye: Damn, Ken's really running rough shot on Kyra right now. She's bleeding pretty bad and those shots with the bat haven't helped any.

Johnny Vegas: She can do it... She's okay.

Terra Skye: She's in trouble right now.

Davison stands up, pulling Kyra up by the hair once again. He walks over the ropes near where the table is set up and delivers a few knees to Kyra’s stomach. Davison reaches into his pocket and pulls out a book of matches and a lighter. Davison uses the lighter to ignite the entire book of matches and ensuring that they won’t burn out as he tosses them down to the table, and the entire thing goes up in flames!

Terra Skye: This isn't good for the champion...

He turns his attention back to KJ and tucks her head between his legs. Kyra doesn’t give “Godly” time to execute a move, as she musters all of her strength and sends Davison over the top rope with a hurricanrana, but DAVISON HOLDS ONTO HER AND THEY BOTH CRASH THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE - Landing with such force that the rush of air puts the flames out!

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!

Johnny Vegas: She better not be dead!

Terra Skye: It looked like Davison was going for a powerbomb but Kyra reversed it, trying to send Davison out and through the table but Davison had the wherewithal to keep a hold of Kyra and now they're both down and hurting in the remnants of that table! Jesus Christ!

The referee rushes over to the wreckage just as Kyra rolls over and drapes an arm over the chest of Ken Davison!


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Two!!


THRE--NOOOOOO!!! KEN DAVISON KICKS OUT!!!

The look on Kyra's face is one of disbelief as she slowly sits up and glares back at her opponent, who's just barely starting to stir amid the fragments of the table. Kyra gets to her knees and crawls towards the ring, pulling herself up to her feet and staggering around the ring towards the commentary table.

Terra Skye: Oh God, she's coming over here...

Johnny Vegas: Ummm Hi Kyra... Please don't get blood on my table...

Kyra doesn't hear them, or doesn't care as she moves in beside Vegas and grabs his bottle of bourbon and turns away - heading back towards her opponent who's just now rolled over onto his stomach. She takes a few swigs as she makes her way to Davison's side, before closing the bottle back up and lifting Ken's head up to lay the bottle underneath.

Terra Skye: We've seen this from Kyra before... She's obviously gearing up for the Blackout Curbstomp through the bottle... Ken might be in trouble now... If he wasn't before.

Kyra pats Ken's face before she gets up and backs away, getting some distance before she takes off running at Davison but just when she jumps into the air to stomp the back of Davison's face through the bottle, Davison jumps up and catches her with the "Hands of God" Iron Claw/Stomach Claw combination! With Kyra's momentum however, Davison ends up slamming her down back first onto the very bottle of whiskey she was planning on planting his face through just a few moments ago and the bottle bursts upon impact! Davison falls down on top of Kyra, clenching in his finishing move as broken glass pierces Kyra's back, allowing the whiskey into the open wounds and she screams out in pain!

Johnny Vegas: OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD...

Terra Skye: Jesus fucking Christ! Davison's got her! He's got her!

Boy: Mother and Dylan find cozy couches!

Kyra struggles against Davison, reaching her arms out to her sides - trying to find something, anything to use to get Davison to loosen his iron grip on her head and her stomach! Her arm slides beneath the ring apron and she comes out with a chain on her hand and she BASHES him in the skull with it and he lets up on his grip just slightly, but it's just enough to allow Kyra to get out from under him, chain still in hand and blood staining the back of her shirt and running down her back from where the glass had cut her. Davison shakes the cobwebs out and pursues Kyra, but Kyra turns around and with the chain wrapped around her fist - she clocks him in the temple and he falls.

Kyra crawls over to him, and leans into his ear saying a few words as she lays the chain below his head. She backs away and gets shakily up to her feet and waits patiently for him to roll over and get up onto his knees. She sees her opening and once again rushes him, this time hitting the Blackout curbstomp and planting his head down into the chain. Davison flips back onto his back and Kyra drops on top of him with the cover!


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Two!!


THREE!!!!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner… and STILL ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION… “THE JAWDROPPER”... KYRAAAAAAA JOHNSON!!!

Terra Skye: Jesus fucking Christ! She did it!

Johnny Vegas: Damn right she did.

“Mz Hyde” begins to play once again as one of the ringside attendants moves in and hands Kyra the Ultraviolent Championship. She slowly gets back to her feet and looks down at Davison as she wipes the blood from her head.

Terra Skye: But Ken Davison gave Kyra the fight of her life out here tonight. They both put each other through hell.

Johnny Vegas: But why is she looking at him like that?

KJ’s music dies down as she stands over the quivering mound of flesh known as “Godly” Ken Davison, who is just now starting to move. The man opens his eyes to see Kyra reach down and offer him her hand, and a look of utter confusion crosses his face.

Johnny Vegas: Wait WHAT?

After a few moments of hesistation, Ken Davison takes her hand and she pulls him to his feet. Davison's confusion grows when Kyra smiles and winks at him before letting go of his hand and turns away, heading towards and up the ramp.

Terra Skye: Well that was interesting... I wonder what that was about.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK THAT BITCH! WHAT THE HELL?

Terra Skye: Don't lose your mind Johnny, there was obviously a reason and we can ponder that for a little while while the crew cleans up the ringside area in preparation for the main event. Be back in a few folks!

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"Yes" by LMFAO blares annoyingly throughout Carnage arena as an unknown man shows up on stage. Wearing a pearly white suit, his bleach blonde hair greased into a faux hawk, and a pair of designer sunglasses on his face. A confidant smile on his face, he heads down to the ring and takes a mic from a stagehand before rolling under the rope and posing in the center of the ring before the music fades. He takes off his glasses and puts them carefully into an inner pocket, his eyes an electric blue, and staring deep into the camera.

Christopher St. James: Hello Carnage, I am in you.

He smiles before continuing.

Christopher St. James: For those of you who aren't in the know, my name is Christopher St. James, Mr. #1derful, The Personification of Perfection, and God's gift to each and every one of you. You'll notice as you're watching from home that the commentary team has been muted for the duration of my segment because I need you all to be paying attention to the single, most important person to have ever graced your gymnasium quality operation you have going on here.

C$J laughs slightly, scratching his chin as he glances at the announce table.

Christopher St. James: I know, but maybe if the house party over at the announce table would actually pay attention to what's going on around them instead of bantering about nothing, maybe they'd be more in the know about just who I am. A little bit of history. I'm a former World champion, a self made billionaire, and a man who is tired of sitting idly by, watching as people in positions of power, I'm looking at you JC, make physical threats against roster members, allow for others to do the same, and then nothing coming of it. Fans around the world groaned because they would pay good money to see these things happen. What decision did JC make?

He fired Carnage's biggest draw.

So, Carnage, I am here to fix the mistakes of the past. I am here to undo damages done and I am here to give you a major upgrade. I propositioned the Carnage Board of Directors and promised I would be more than happy to give Carnage a much needed monetary stimulus. I would personally invest my hard earned money to make Carnage into something more than what it was. So first? It's time to fix some things. The first being I'd like to introduce two men that I have had brief dealings with, two men that are former champions in their own right, and two men who are probably the most vicious I have ever seen them. Please join me in welcoming Duce Jones and Freddie Styles!

The two men come down to the ring as "Bomaye" by The Game plays out. C$J claps for them and sits on the second rope to allow the two men in the ring. As the music fades, C$J once again begins talking.

C$J: These two are massive, wonderful, money making people. JC as part of his "talent initiative" refused to offer these two contracts. As part of my agreement with the Board, I too have the powers that JC has in terms of contracts. This past week, all of our lawyers have been in contact, and we have all agreed to terms and conditions of the contracts these two have. If anything, they're contracts are iron clad, ludicrous, and untouchable by JC's bear paws.

The three men share a laugh at the cheap insult and C$J still goes on.

C$J: But I'm not done there, not by a longshot. JC, I already mentioned that you made a mistake by firing the biggest draw that Carnage has had in recent history. Take a look at the ratings, the social media buzz. EVERYONE, even you, wanted to get their hands on this person, and instead of giving the fans what they wanted, you instead eliminated the one person that could take this show to the next level. So with that said JC, by the powers vested in me by the great board of directors of Carnage, I offer the same contract to the one and only?

Mitaxia!

The lights go out and "Apex Predator" by Otep blares. The lights flash green and when everything returns to normal, standing with the three men is none other than Mitaxia!

C$J: That's right, I rehired Mitaxia, Mia Rayne, or whatever other personality she decides to go by. She is untouchable by your hands JC. Unless you're physically provoked, the people standing behind me? You can't touch them. You can't fire them. Book them how you please and for once in your feeble excuse of a career, do what's right by the fans. But?

I'm nothing if not a fair person. I know you want revenge, I know how you want to get your hands on people and you think you're untouchable in response. If you get to the point you feel like you need to get physical once again, I will throw you a lifeline. In the coming days, expect a call from my legal team. They will be sending you a new contract to become a full roster member in Carnage once again. You can lay hands on whom you see fit, when you see fit. This contract will be fully customizable to your liking and if you're worried about who will take over once you go back to "kicking heads off" or whatever it is that you do?

Well, rest assured, that will be me as well.

C$J smirks, looking at the three person group behind him. He holds up his finger to indicate he isn't quite finished.

C$J: I know, it's a lot to process and I promise I'm almost done. However, I'm not all that bad of a person. I just really enjoy making a lot of money and I am fully aware that if I want anyone to pay to see any of what Carnage has to offer, I have to do something big. I have to make one big grand gesture to show the fans, the Carnage Legion, just how important they are in all of this. I need to prove that I'm here to make Carnage better than it was.

This year so far has been one of uncertainty. One of unparalleled misery with quarantines, illness, and rampant ignorance. In that fashion, I feel that our fans need something to look forward to. They need a light in their lives, a beacon of hope that one day, things will go back to normal. I've been in contact with the local government here and have supplied generous campaign donations to several people. In return I have managed to secure the ability for us to house fans once again. You have heard me correctly, starting at our next shows, The Legion will once again be allowed to purchase tickets and once again behold the spectacle of Carnage.

With that ladies and gents, I bid you ado and I'll be seeing you again very soon.

With that, "Yes" once again rings out as C$J leaves the ring, Mitaxia, Duce, and Freddie leaving through the empty arena.

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Johnny Vegas: CAN WE TALK AGAIN NOW?!

Terra Skye: YES.. For fucks sake... Stop fucking yelling into the mic!

Johnny Vegas: I don't appreciate being MUTED!

Terra Skye: Well apparently the new guy in town had some shit he wanted to say without being interrupted by the likes of us. And that was some shit, wasn't it? Just like that Mitaxia, rehired. Rehired and it looks like her group now has Carnage Wrestling contracts as well. I don't know what that means for the rest of us, but I'm sure JC isn't going to be happy.

Johnny Vegas: Hell, I'm not fucking happy.

Terra Skye: Not to mention that fans will be allowed back into the arena starting at the next chaos. Wow... There's a lot of baggage to put away with all this.. but we've gotta get ready for the main event.

Johnny Vegas: Fuck. Trent Steel...

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is your Main Event! It is the “Ironman Match” for the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. The time limit is for one hour. If there is not a decisive winner by the end of that hour it will go to “Sudden Death”.

Terra Skye: You ready for this one Johnny?!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah. I am so ready to watch a woman beater beat up on Amber for a whole hour. He doesn't deserve this!

Boy: I...AM...IRON...BOY!!!

We see Boy is wearing an Ironman mask and Johnny does a facepalm.

Kelly Carmicheal: Introducing first...The challenger and number one contender...He is “The Son of a Bitch”...TRENT... STEEEEL!!!!!

“Bleed the Freak” by Alice in Chains starts to play as Trent Steel emerges from the entranceway. He stops for a moment and heads down to the ringside area. He does a quick hail mary as he removes his shades and coat. Even with the corpse paint that he normally wears Trent doesn't look so well.

Terra Skye: It looks like Trent hasn't been holding up well since his ex-wife and her husband were kidnapped just a few short days ago.

Johnny Vegas: I'd get kidnapped to if I had to deal with this jackass.

Terra Skye: Johnny!

BOY: Steelman has sympathy from Ironboy!

Kelly Carmicheal: And his opponent. She is the current Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. She is “The Distored Angel”...AMBER.. RYANNN!!!!



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

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

Yes, I thank you... for your hurting."

Atop the ramp, the lithe silhouette of the Distorted Angel seems to have materialized, soaking up the moment. It's her first defense. She has the belt around her waist as she walks down the ramp and removes it placing it on her shoulder. Following a slow lap of the ring as the lights continue to pulse in time with the music, Amber slips fluidly beneath the bottom rope.

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

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

Leaning through the opposite rope, she messes with the nearest crew member or camera person she can find briefly before making her way towards the turnbuckle, climbing predominantly left-handed. Methodically and deliberately nonplussed, the 'Distorted Angel' turns around to take a seat rather leisurely on the top turnbuckle and holds the belt over her head.

"I'm stronger than I ever knew
I'm strong because of you

I hit back a little louder, fuck you a little harder
My roots, my roots
Run deep into the hollow"

With hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees expectantly, her ever present smirk never wanes once. She hops down as Trent Steel slides into the ring. She hands the belt over to the referee, White Rey. Trent gets into the ring and the two stare down for a moment. The belt is held aloft for a moment as the ref goes thru the rules of the match. The two aren't trash talking. The two just stare down and smirk at each other. Just before the bell rings the two shake hands.

Terra Skye: A show of respect between champion and challenger.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah. A real champion! The challenger not so much. I hope Amber knows what she's doing because this man is a maniac. And with shit not going right in his life...he could snap at any moment.

Boy: Amberchamp vs Steelman! Round One! FIGHT!



Kelly Carmicheal: The Sixty Minutes Has Begun!

There is a moment of pure quiet. The arena, with no fans, only adds to the tension as the two decorated superstars lock up. Amber wins the lock up and goes for a headlock, and Trent pushes her off to the ropes. Trent's head is down as Amber hits the ropes and rushes forward and slams on the breaks, not falling for the set up for a back body drop. She reaches out to grab Trent and Trent does a one eighty and lands on his back. Landing right below Amber he reaches up and smacks her! Amber, more out of shock than pain stumbles off for a minute as Trent kips up. She glares at Trent as a slight bit of blood comes out of the side of her lip and Trent bows, ever so gracefully.

Terra Skye: A little bit of playfulness from the challenger.

Johnny Vegas: A little bit of disrespect more than likely.

BOY: WHEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG SAUSAGE PIE...

The two circle again for a moment and they lock up. This time Trent winning the lockup and knee's Amber in the face. He tosses her into the ropes and she bounces off the other side. Trent rushes forward going for a high leg clothesline, but Amber ducks and Trent lands on the mat. Trent gets back up as Amber runs forward and dropkicks him square in the jaw sending Trent under the bottom rope out in front of the commentary table. Trent shakes his head for a moment as he gets up and Amber returns the bow he just gave to her. Trent nods his head and smiles as he slides into the ring.

Terra Skye: And the champion responds in kind...

Johnny Vegas: Hey! If this is flirting you better stop you to...Jack would kill you both.

BOY: MOSILTOV!!

Once Trent slides into the ring the two circle again and almost instinctively just rush towards each other and start brawling. Back and forth punches and kicks so fast you swear you were watching an MMA fight. Both ultraviolent icons are trying their best to dodge shots and get in some of their own as the melee continues. Amber hits Trent with fists, feet, knees, and elbows tearing down “The Son of a Bitch” with various martial arts strikes. Trent falls back into the corner post as Amber gets a running start and delivers a flying elbow strike right to the top of Trent's head...Trent stumbles forward and hits the mat hard. Amber grabs Trent and sets him up for “Signal 25”! Amber, not taking any chances, picks up Trent and sets him up for “Original Sin”! She hits the Double Underhook Kickout DDT on him and goes for the cover...

Terra Skye: “Burning the Lot” did a number on Trent didn't it?

Johnny Vegas: No doubt! He bit off more than he could chew here. This is gonna end up being ten to nothing at the end of the night. Thought you were smart didn't you ya son of a bitch!

Boy: Poor moo moo...


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Two!!


Three!!!

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the first fall is Amber Ryan! The score is one to zero!

Amber, quickly gets off of Trent and tries to capitalize again by picking him up and tossing him into the ropes. Trent catches the ropes and hangs onto them as Amber charges at him. Trent yanks down on the top rope sending Amber over the top to the floor below right in front of the commentator table. Trent, still groggy from the sheer assault by Amber leaps up to the top rope and flies off with a springboard moonsault! Trent gets up quickly and grabs Amber tossing her under the ropes before the ref starts his ten count. Trent gets back into the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle. He waits for Amber to get back up and Trent leaps off the top rope. Trent takes down Amber with a flying head scissors. Both superstars as White Rey starts his count.


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2...

Terra Skye: Trent's still seeing stars and Amber just got a surprise attack there. If they both get double count out here they both lose a fall to each other.

Johnny Vegas: Get up Amber! Beat this woman beating son of a bitch!

BOY: ROCKY!!!

Kelly Carmicheal: Forty Five Minutes Remain!

3...

4...

Amber is the first to pull herself up by the ropes as Trent rolls on the mat and grabs his head. She watches him crawl to the corner and charge. As he pulls himself out Amber takes him over the ropes with a yakuza kick sending Trent landing onto the metal steps. Trent rolls onto his back on the outside and Amber leaps off doing a double stomp to Trent's chest! She grabs Trent and tosses him back into the ring and quickly drops and elbow to his chest. Trent is holding his ribs as he rolls on the mat. Amber gets up pulls Trent up by his head. Toss into the ropes. Diving CHOP to the chest sends Trent back down again. Trent is clutching his ribs as he lays on the mat. Amber goes up top yet again and hits a moonsault double foot stomp!

Terra Skye: A smart strategy here by the world champion, she's going to do as much damage as she can to Trent's ribcage to hopefully take his ability to go the distance out of the equation.

Johnny Vegas: Make a wish and break his ribs Amber!

BOY: What's the storyyyyy wishbonneeee...

Trent rolls to the ropes and tries to use them to pull himself up as Amber gets up and yells at him. Trent falls to his knee's for a moment as Amber turns Trent towards her. She picks up Trent by the throat and Trent...MANDIBLE CLAW! Amber tries to back away from the nerve hold on her mouth, but Trent slides behind her and hooks his free arm around Amber while holding onto the claw. Amber stumbles backwards and Trent warps his legs around her waist as she falls. Amber is frantically flopping around as Trent tries to squeeze the air out of her until he arm finally grasps the ropes and Trent let's go.

Terra Skye: An...interesting display there of desperation and yet it seemed to be effective.

Johnny Vegas: He stuck his fingers into her throat and then tried to put her in a choke hold...I don't normally kink shame but...

We cut to Boy holding up a small bell.

BOY: SHAME!! SHAME!! SHAME!!!

Johnny Vegas: Been waiting to use that for a while. Good job buddy. Have a milkdud.

Trent Steel takes the moment to get his breath up as Amber shakes off the odd offensive choice as Trent kips up after catching his breath. He motions for her to come and Amber obliges by hitting Trent square in the jaw with a knee to the face. Trent flies backwards into the corner post. Amber charges towards Trent as he slides down and he...DROP TOE HOLD! Amber ends up going face first into the bottom turnbuckle post. Trent grabs her right leg and quickly slams Amber's knee into the mat! Trent grabs Amber's right leg and places it on the bottom rope. Trent leaps up to the top rope and legdrops the right knee! Trent holds his ribs for a moment as he drags Amber by the right leg to the center of the ring and waits for her to get up. Amber stumbles for a moment only to get her right leg clipped out from underneath her by a spear from Trent Steel! Trent drops and elbow to the back of the right knee of Amber Ryan!

Terra Skye: Trent's decided to return the favor and focus on one body part to wear down the champion.

Johnny Vegas: This is what he does. He finds a woman. Gets her trust. And beats her. This is how this sicko gets off I swear.

Terra Skye: What's your problem with him Johnny? For real. This has gone on long enough.

Johnny Vegas: I'm watching a young lady I care greatly for getting manhandled by a known abuser. Fuck you. Fuck him. And Most of all fuck JC for letting this sicko get a title shot!

BOY: FULL OCALOT OF CHEF BOYARDEE!!

Trent Steel drags Amber to the center of the ring and for the first time in a long time Trent slaps on his sharpshooter submission variant, “The Full Onslaught of X-Treme Prejudice”. Amber howls in pain as Trent locks in the Sharpshooter. Amber screams out in pain trying to get to the ropes but Trent has it locked in right in the center. Amber is holding out as Trent keeps wrenching the hold.

Kelly Carmichael: Thirty Minutes Remain!

Terra Skye: Trent's strategy seems to be paying off here by wearing down Amber's knee he's making it more likely she'll give up a fall early to avoid the longer stay in the hold.

Johnny Vegas: Get to the ropes! Scratch his eyes! KICK HIM IN THE DICK AMBER!!

BOY: TAKE ME DOWN TO THE DICK KICK CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS SPLEEN AND THE FAT CHICKS ARE PRETTY!!

Amber keeps saying no to White Rey, and Trent decides to up the anty as he leans back and starts bend backwards. As he bends he puts more and more pressure on Amber's lower back. A few moments go by where Amber finally taps out but only to stop Trent from popping her spine in half!

Kelly Carmichael: The fall goes to Trent Steel. The score is now one to one.

Terra Skye: Trent has to break the hold now.

Johnny Vegas: Why?

Terra Skye: In the particular rules of this contract Trent put in a clause that if it's a submission hold it has to be let go after a submission in order to be fair. If not all someone would have to is lock in a hold for a whole hour and who wants that?

Johnny Vegas: So he...fucked himself over just now didn't he?

Terra Skye: Well...you could say that...

Johnny Vegas: DUMBASS!!

BOY: HEE HAW!

Trent lets go of the hold and stomps onto the back of the right knee of Amber Ryan. Trent is still holding his chest from the assault that happened earlier. Trent takes a few moments to catch his breath as he plots his next move. Amber makes her way over to the ropes and pulls herself up. With an obvious weak spot she knows Trent is going to go for that knee and she moves herself into a position to protect it. Trent charges forward and goes for a kick to the gut. Amber catches it. Enziguri! Amber ducks the leg shot and puts Trent in an ankle lock! Trent rolls and flips over sending Amber down to the mat, but she rolls with the roll and gets back to her feet just as Trent does. Both competitors take a deep breath and charge at each other and start beating the hell out of each other again with lefts and rights. Knee's. Feet. Elbows. A missed headbutt or two. It's another face paced barrage of attacks left and right until finally Trent reaches out and grabs Amber's arm and goes for an ar...CRUCIFIX PIN!! COVER!!


One!!

Johnny Vegas: NO!

Kickout by Amber!

Trent gets up quickly and goes to kick Amber in the face, but she ducks it and grabs his ankle again. Trent quickly grabs the ropes as Amber is forced to let go, but she does slam his left knee into the mat! Trent gets up and charges at Amber. Amber grabs Trent. BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Trent gasps for air that escapes him like the moments in time. Kick to the back of the spine by Amber Ryan! The World Champion starts assaulting Trent's ribs again. She picks him up. Ribbreaker! Leap to the top rope. DOUBLE STOMP TO THE CHEST! Amber picks up Trent from behind and spins him around. DRAGON SLEEPER!! Trent is trying to reach for the ropes and Amber, with her free hand starts elbowing Trent in the sternum. Over and over again she hits him in the chest. She picks up Trent and stun guns him onto the top of the ropes right on his chest as he falls down to the mat. She picks him up again for the Dragon Sleeper and starts wailing on his chest...Trent taps! HE TAPS!!

Kelly Carmichael: The fall has been awarded to Amber Ryan. The score is now two to one.

Terra Skye: What a move! Using the Dragon Sleeper Hold is usually trying to go for a knockout, but Amber decided to change it up by hitting Trent in his unprotected sternum to add more damage to his ribcage.

Johnny Vegas: Break his sternum! He can't fight if he can't breath...and if he can't breath maybe we'll be done with this woman beating son of a...

Terra Skye: You say woman beater one more time and I'll kick your ass Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Oh please. His ex gets kidnapped. If my ex wife got kidnapped I'd throw a party and you guys are giving him pity.

BOY: Baby back...ribs...barbecue sauce...

Trent rolls to the outside clutching his ribs and trying to get back up onto his feet. Amber goes to the outside and elbows Trent on the top of the head like before. She rolls him into the ring and Amber is calling for the end of this. She's gonna try to increase her lead. She tosses Trent into the ropes and she goes for a back body drop...Trent goes up in the air and...LANDS ON HIS FEET! She charges forward to clothesline Trent, but he counters with a pitch perfect Spinebuster! Trent gets up and starts mouthing towards Amber as he rares back and kicks her in the ribs! He waits for her to get up and she swings at him with a punch. Trent grabs her arm and pulls it up. With his free hand he elbows Amber right in the arm pit causing Amber to back off and hold the impact spot. Trent quickly goes for the other arm and does the same thing. Amber is still swinging at Trent who is not backing off going for wrist locks and elbowlocks making sure to hit every bit of pressure point he can find. Double slap to the ears. Trent rushes to the ropes and charges forward and double knee strike to the collarbones! Trent grabs Amber and puts her in a fireman's carry...Climb to the top rope... “PITTSBURGH NIGHTMARE”!!!

Cover...


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Two!!!


Three!!!

Kelly Carmicheal: The fall goes to Trent Steel. The score is tied two to two and there are fifteen minutes remaining in the match.

Terra Skye: The Pittsburgh Nightmare after that tactical assault by Trent Steel. Was that out of desperation or was it all part of a plan.

Johnny Vegas: He's probably been playing possum. He did it to Jack over a year ago when he was “bleeding to death” and it turned out the fucker had been playing us for weeks. I don't trust him at all!

BOY: Time is ticking it keeps on ticking away...

Both competitors lie on their backs for a few moments. Trent looks more worse for wear out of the two spitting out some blood as he holds his ribs. Trent and Amber eye each other and get back up. They both need a win. They both can't lose. Trent is the first to make a move and goes for a knee to the face which Amber dodges and takes him out with a clothesline. She picks up Trent and sets him up for a corkscrew neckbreaker and connects. Amber decides to do a double ax handle right into the ribs of Trent from a sitting position. Trent howls out in pain and tries to crawl away. Amber grabs Trent's left leg and returns the favor from earlier and starts slamming it over and over and over again into the mat. Kick to the back of the knee. A running clothesline to the back of the knee. All to set up for something that's not normally in the playbook for either wrestler. Amber drags Trent to the center of the ring and slaps him in a Figure Four Leglock!

Kelly Carmicheal: Ten Minutes Remain!

Terra Skye: All Amber has to do is get Trent to submit in the next ten minutes and she retains!

Johnny Vegas: Tap you fucking little bitch! Tap like I know you want to! Come on! You could never beat Jack! You could never beat anyone! You gutless fucking worm!

BOY: Two. Four. Six. Eight...FIGURE SKATE!

Trent tries desperately to get to the ropes, but Amber has got good ring position. She wrenches the hold as Trent tries to block the pain. If anyone can it's the cantankerous asshole of Carnage Wrestling, but he's starting to waiver. Trent's shoulders hit the mat out of exhaustion as White Rey goes to count.


One!!


TWO!!

Trent gets back up and is screaming...Amber yells at him to give up and Trent responds the only way that Trent Steel can. Middle Finger Salute. Trent starts to rock back and forth in an effort to try and turn the leglock over to release the pressure and turn the tables on Amber! Amber responds by stopping Trent's attempts and then putting her arms behind her back and...FIGURE EIGHT! She converts the Figure Four to the Figure Eight!

Terra Skye: And the champion adapts to the situation! She's not taking any risk here and trying to force probably the most stubborn man in professional wrestling to tap out!

Johnny Vegas: He's already done it once! Come on Trent! Do it again! Give up! You know you aren't good enough! You know you don't belong here! TAP! TAP! TAP!

BOY: (plays taps on kazoo)

Kelly Carmichael: FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!

Trent lands on his back again howling in pain. White Rey goes to count.


One!!


Two!!!


THRE..NO! Trent gets his shoulder up at the last second and looks at Amber...and starts laughing as he...POP!!!

Terra Skye: Oh...My...God!!!

Johnny Vegas: He just...HE DISLOCATED HIS OWN KNEE!!

BOY: EWWWWW...

Amber, upon hearing the snap lets go of the hold as Trent rolls to the outside of the ring. She see's what's going on as Trent reaches down and pops his knee back into place. Amber decides to suicide dive over the ropes and take out Steel.

Kelly Carmichael: TWO MINUTES REMAIN!!

Amber quickly grabs Trent and tosses him into the ring. She slides into the ring and stops for a moment. Trent is holding his ribs and sliding on the ring mat to the corner. He pulls himself up as Amber gets up to her feet, a little wobbly still on that right leg.

Kelly Carmichael: ONE MINUTE REMAINS!!!

Trent yells at Amber to come on and do it! Amber nods and they two charge at each other again...

Kelly Carmichael: WE HAVE NOW ENTERED SUDDEN DEATH!!! WHOEVER WINS THE NEXT FALL...WINS THE MATCH!

Terra Skye: We're in the overtime now folks! It's two to two and one more pinfall or submission is going to determine who wins the biggest prize in Carnage Wrestling!

Johnny Vegas: He...He's lost his damn mind! He can barely stand! Give up you fucking idiot!

BOY: LET THEM FIGHHHTTT!!!

The two legends of ultraviolence start going toe to toe with each other with punches and kicks. Trent and Amber both trying not to expose their damaged legs to each other while Trent is just going on the defensive. Trent ducks a forearm from Amber and comes up with a knee to the face with his bad leg! Amber goes flying back, but Trent will not stay off of the assault! Gritting thru the pain Trent Steel headbutts Amber in chin and grabs her by the back of the head. He pulls her down to the halfway standing position and sets her up for a crucifix powerbomb...He's going for “The Eradication”...He's gonna crucifix powerbomb her right into the turnbuckle post!

Terra Skye: This could be it!

Johnny Vegas: Come on Amber!

BOY: HEY YO!!

Amber slides off the back of Trent Steel. He turns. Kick to the ribs by Amber Rayne! Blood spews out of Trent's mouth from the impact. He hits the turnbuckle and flies forward. Caught by Amber Rayne. She turns a one eighty and sends Trent Steel head first into the turnbuckle pad with a Double Underhook Kickout DDT!!!

Johnny Vegas: ORIGINAL SIN!!

Trent falls in a heap as Amber pulls him up. She drags Trent to the center of the ring and picks him up by the head. Trent tries to power out of it but gets met with a knee to the chest, followed by another and another with martial arts knee strikes while his head is still being held onto. “Burning the Lot”!! She slaps on the Cattle Mutilation on Trent Steel. Trent's trying to get his feet to the ropes, but he can't. He's coughing. He's spitting up blood. He yells and...We hear it again...

POP POP!!

Trent's shoulders both dislocate, but Amber grips harder holding them in place. Trent screams. He kicks his legs furiously as the world champion keeps the hold on. After a few moments Trent...he's non responsive...White Rey grabs Trent's arm, while Trent is still in the hold...It's sickening to see the shoulders out of the socket, but White Rey does his job and starts the count to see if Trent is unconcious...


One!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!!!!!

Kelly Carmicheal: THE WINNER OF THE FINAL FALL...AND STILL CARNAGE WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! “THE DISTORTED ANGEL” AMBER RYAN!!!

Amber lets go of the hold and rolls off of Trent who lays there. White Rey hands her the World Title and she holds it. Tears in her eyes after fighting a good hard fight against an exceptional opponent. White Rey quickly tries to get Trent to come around.

Terra Skye: And after a hard fought, nail biting, hour long defense Amber Ryan is still The Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion!

Johnny Vegas: That was sick...that was...how...how did he think that was going to work? I mean. He isn't human. He's like a fucking masochist from hell! Amber is definitely living up to the bloodline here and proved she is beyond a shadow of a doubt the best wrestler in Carnage after that.

BOY: SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!

Trent starts to come around as EMT's rush to ringside. Trent's arms are shaking as he tries to get up. The EMT's are fighting with Trent to get him onto the gurney and he is trying to fight them off to no avail. Amber walks over to Trent and tells the EMT's to back off. She reaches down and...POPS TRENT'S RIGHT SHOULDER BACK INTO PLACE! Trent nods as she does the same for his left! Trent, barely able to, stands up and looks at Amber holding the title. He nods his head and grabs her arm. He lifts it up high for a moment and then falls down. He let's the EMT's slide him out of the ring and onto the gurney at that point as Amber's music plays. She basks for a moment in a hard fought match as her opponent is wheeled up the rampway with him giving her a thumbs up.

Terra Skye: Well. That is it for us here tonight. For Carnage Wrestling I'm Terra Skye, That's Johnny Vegas, and as always Boy are signing off. We'll see you all next time on Carnage Wrestling!

Johnny Vegas: She did it, but at what a cost. Jesus. I can't take much more of this kinda shit every month.

BOY: I AM IRONBOY!!!

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