Chaos 99 Results

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Terra Skye: Welcome to Chaos 99! We are two weeks away from our 100th edition, and as much of a doozy as it’s going to be we’ve got a great go home for you tonight!

Johnny Vegas: Go home? Can I? Please?

Boy: HOME IS WHERE YOU NAKED

Terra Skye: No. And yes. Main eventing tonight, Harry defends the Chaos title for the second time against Trent Steele, while Steve Matthews and Eli Goode fight to see who becomes the top contender for Harry’s Title!

Johnny Vegas: You mean Trent’s. Wait. Fuck. I don’t want him to win either, the fuckface. Can’t we just vacate the stupid belt?!

Terra Skye: No, we can’t but what we CAN do is head to ringside for our opening contest.

Johnny Vegas: ....Doesn't look like we're going.

Terra Skye: What?

Boy: GRASS FED!

Johnny Vegas: I love it when you're wrong! HAHAHAHA!!

Terra Skye: Shut the fuck up, it looks like we're headed backstage first!

Johnny Vegas: Riiightttt...

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The night is young and C$J was already on a rampage. As he stalks his way through the backstage area, he stops at the outside of his office, eyes registering his unexpected visitor. He blinks, before regaining his swagger, and sneering before opening the door and moving past, not really caring if his “surprise” was going to follow him or not.

C$J: What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing here?

With a cock of the head, ‘The Distorted Angel’ blows a vaguely obnoxious bubble of gum as she leans casually in the doorway, just in such a way that it blocks the entrance without trying to be overtly intimidating. A small pop echoes as she draws the gum back in, finally pushing herself off the frame and methodically saunters into the room, making sure the door closes behind her.

Amber Ryan: You know… After last Chaos I got to thinking, and I came to the startling conclusion that- you had a lot to say about me, unprovoked I might add, and yet… We’ve never really been formally introduced.

Sarcasm absolutely drips from every syllable as she stalks closer, C$J watching every movement as though she were a snake instead of a 5’8 redhead with a minor reputation for authority issues.

Amber Ryan: So I thought that I’d wander myself down this way and make an effort- just commend me later, I’ll gladly accept belated praise.

Amber, dragging her hand across the edge of the desk, made sure to disrupt as many papers as she can without it being considered 100% a deliberate act to be pounced upon. As her fingers found the edge, sending a couple errant papers tumbling to the floor, she perched on the edge of the desk with a mischievous smile while leaning down towards C$J who appears to be fed up with the interaction before it's even properly taken place.

C$J: I know exactly who you are Ryan. You’re the person that fell to Ken Davison after so much pomp and circumstance. You’re the one that acts like she’s the biggest and the baddest, but has started down a path of losses that quite frankly, I hope will be a humbling experience for you. I hear you like to talk about me on social media, claiming that you didn’t care about my existence but you have a reason to hate me, even though I gave your run down, retired, piss poor excuse for a Carnage “legend” a match for the title YOU lost mind you, in order to avenge the image of your bleeding and broken corpse. You might not know me Ms. Ryan, but I certainly know you and I’ll be DAMNED if I let you come in here and push me around after I gave you and Mr. Michaels what you begged and pleaded with me for. So if you don’t mind, I have a lot more actual work to get done, more than laying down for my opponents and letting them have their way with me.

Amber chuckles, at first it's softly but it grows louder and almost more venomous with each passing moment.

Amber Ryan: Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest… Did you come up with that yourself or has literally everyone else ever fed you thoser lines. Don’t you think I’ve seen this all before- big shot walks in and tries to own the place, tried to impose his will on everyone and most importantly… thinks, like really thinks, he has any authority in this place…

Amber leans down into C$J with a glowing smirk.

Amber Ryan: You see- like everyone else before you… and there have been plenty and I have no doubt more will follow in your stead. You think you have everyone around here figured out- the rebels, the stalwarts, the brown nosers, the ‘badasses’- we’re all just puppets on a string right?

Amber blows a quick bubble in his face.

Amber Ryan: What you need to understand though is that all our ‘strings’ are wrapped around your neck- and if you push the wrong person the wrong way…

Amber trails off, straightening up slightly as she gauges his reaction. C$J perhaps to his credit, or detriment depending on your perspective, doesn’t back down though. Smart or stupid, he has the gall to remain in Amber’s general arms length still sporting a smarmy, exceedingly punchable, smile.

C$J: You’re all the same Ms Ryan. Loyal, dependable dogs of war who come running when they’re called to action, who fight when they’re told to and who beg and bray for attention when it's all said and done.

Just like everyone else, eventually you’ll sit at my feet and wait for your few moments of acknowledgement before you scurry off to do my bidding again. After all, there's a damn good reason I’m the boss and you aren’t Ms Ryan- aside from the fact you can’t seem to maintain any kind of meaningful relationships…

Amber goes to take a step back, her smirk faded somewhat.

Amber Ryan: Well, isn’t that disappointing…

C$J: What’s disappoint---

Before C$J could finish his sentence, Amber launched a headbutt straight into the bridge of his nose- a sickening crunch of bone and cartilage echoing before the pained wails of C$J roared through the room. Staggering back, Amber shook the impact off while making a note of the blood splatter on her t-shirt while a torrent of red seeped through the clasped fingers of C$J as he desperately cradled his face.

Amber Ryan: That, my darling, that is disappointing…

Closing the distance, Amber stalks towards as he C$J continues to try and back up. Muffled groans of agony and alot of four letter words escape through his fingers and the blood saturates the front of his shirt.

Amber Ryan: Now, while I have your attention- allow me to make some abundantly clear. That… was a warning shot, cause you’re absolutely right about one thing… I’m not the biggest or the baddest.

What I am though- is I’m Amber motherfucking Ryan, I am worth more than any opinion or judgement you might make of me and one day soon, you’ll be begging for my favour when I get my world title back…

Patting C$J condescendingly on the shoulder, Amber goes to leave whilst making sure to wipe some of the blood off her shirt onto her hand before smearing it on a few of the papers towards the edge of the desk.

Amber Ryan: First Amendment of Carnage sweetheart- thou shalt not talk ill of those who shouldn’t be fucked with…

As she reached the door, Amber turned back feigning a brief look of disgust.

Amber Ryan: God, it's a mess in here… You might wanna clean up cause it looks very unprofessional.

Flashing a mischievous smile, Amber disappeared out the door, making sure to slam it emphatically in her wake.

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"Don't You Wish You Were Me" by Fozzy surrounds the arena, giving off a self indulgent atmosphere as it does. As soon as the music drifts out from them speakers, the crowd instantly shows their disapproval and hatred. With an egotistical swagger to him, "Carnage Wrestling's Resident Bastard" Alex Winter swaggers out onto the ramp area. He stands there, absorbing all the hatred from the crowd, looking around a smirk appears on his face, the kind of smirk you just want to wipe off his smug face as he throws his arms out wide. Alex Winter makes his way to the ring, along the way trash talking the crowd and letting them all know he is a better class than them. Once at the ring, he enters the ring between the middle and top rope, trash talking the crowd some more before running at the corner of the ring and jumping up onto the top turnbuckle following it with him throwing his arms out wide again. Once down from the turnbuckle he rests against the turnbuckle with an egotistical manner as his music fades out.

Alex Winter: “I always feel so dirty coming here to Baltimore, the place is so smelly and full of peasants like you.”

He points out to the crowd who boo and shout obscenities at him which is welcomed by a grin from Alex Winter.

Alex Winter: “C$J saw to it that I had this week off, you see I’ve had other wrestling related business to deal with. It doesn’t matter who you are on the Carnage Roster, if you are in my way, it’s going to be a painful time for you. It’s funny how you all seem to disrespect me the way you do, especially since I’m a better class than all of you. Is that what it is? You are jealous that if I want something I get it and yet you have to fight and fight for it. Well get used to it, Carnage, get used to fighting and fighting some more for it. I’m Alexander Edward Winter, I’m a better class than you and it’s about time you accepted that.”

From out of the crowd, the two masked big guys who attacked Matt Knox, Jon Willis and Trent Steel slide into the ring. Alex looks around him for a possible escape route as he holds his hands up as the masked guys stand there.

Alex Winter: “Woah! Guys, you don’t need to do this. Do you know who I am? I demand you unmask yourselves now! Also refrain from attacking me, because unlike Knox, Willis and Steel, I’ll end you.”

The masked guys just stood there doing nothing as Alex spoke. Alex starts laughing after the masked guys unmasked. The ferocious and big looking guys just look back at Alex and smirk.

Alex Winter: “Good acting right? As if these guys here are going to attack me, the only reason they’re here is because of me. I’m done with people thinking Alex Winter won’t get things done. Well guess what vermin? Alex Winter is going to get things done. Let me introduce you to Ryker and Seven, the first two members of ‘The Wild Cards’ and there is more to come.”

Ryker and Seven fist bump with Alex as they stand there either side of him as all three face up towards the ramp.

Alex Winter: “Knox, Willis and Steel, I’m the reason Ryker and Seven done what they did to you and I’m rather proud of it. There’s more of that to come, and when I said there would be strength in numbers, I meant it. The Wild Cards are here, and they’re here to stay. Unlike Insidious, The Wild Cards are the real deal. We definitely aren’t a cult that is a cult either. We’re a damn army, an army that will always win the war, no matter whatever it takes. Let me remind you, I’m Alexander Edward Winter and I’m a better class than you.”

Dropping the mic, Ryker and Seven hold the ropes for Alex as he gets out of the ring. Ryker and Seven get out of the ring and follow Alex up the ramp as they disappear into the back to a chorus of boos and obscenities.

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Terra Skye: You know, normally I’d feel bad for people getting headbutted by Amber Ryan but in this case? Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy

Johnny Vegas: That’s our boss, you ungrateful bitch!!! But...I guess..If he pissed Amber off, he had it coming. I mean...fuck!

Terra Skye: Have you EVER picked a side? Like, in your entire life?

Johnny Vegas: I’ve been very clear on hating your cunt self, thank you very much. But enough of that, let’s talk on a clear, positive victory for Carnage Wrestling. Like my boy Alex Winter making BIG DICK moves and forming his own group to regulate the loonies!

Terra Skye: I think you mean, brought in hired goons to interfere in matches with people he doesn’t like. As for the past two shows Ryker and Seven have caused a no contest, and secured Alex a win against Trent Steel

Johnny Vegas: Look, you and your bad opinions can stick it. Have you seen how many people diss Alex? He needs all the help he can get!!

Terra Skye: Whatever you say Johnny, right now let’s get this show rolling and head down to ringside for the Number One Contendership for the Chaos Championship between Steve Matthews, and Eli Goode!

Johnny Vegas: Future Grandslam Champion Eli Goode, corrective asterisk!!

Boy: PARTY PARTY LETS GO BARBIE!!



Eli and Steve begin circling each other in the ring, before going in for a traditional lock up. Steve manages to overpower the smaller Goode, driving him into a corner where he promptly lifts Eli onto the turnbuckle, and steps back just far enough to nail him with a superkick to the midsection! Eli doubles over in pain and Steve climbs up quickly, nailing Goode with a superplex!!

Johnny Vegas: Come on Eli, get your head in the game!

Terra Skye: Steve is definitely coming out of the gates hot in this one.
He wants that Chaos title shot.

Johnny Vegas: One win Steve? No one is rooting for him! It’s all about future grand slam champion Eli “too damn” Goode!!

Matthews is back to his feet in a flash, and leaps up to the top rope and nails Eli with a split legged moonsault! He gets to his feet, and pulls Eli to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Eli Goode ducks! Steve turns as he rebounds and Eli leaps upon him with a Lou Thesz press! He begins raining right hands down onto Steve who does his best to cover up!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah! Beat his face in!!

Boy: FACE PUDDING POT PIE

The ref starts his count but Eli ignores him! The ref starts screaming about DQing Eli and he finally relents, standing up and remaining stood over Steve as the legion boos! Matthews does not take it lying down though, as he pays Eli a vicious punch to the knee that buckles the younger man! Steve gets to his feet and drops a knee across Eli’s face as he lays there favoring his knee.

Terra Skye: This match is going back and forth, both men certainly want that shot at the Chaos Championship!

Johnny Vegas: Eli’s got this

Boy: AND I'VE GOT PROGRESSIVE

Steve gets to his feet, pulling Eli with him. He lifts Eli into a fireman’s carry and nails him with a death valley driver! He then hurries to a corner, scaling the top ropes and going for a flying elbow but Eli rolls to safety! The two get to their feet and Eli is upon Matthews quickly, kicking him hard in the gut and dropping him with a spiking DDT! Eli himself stays down with Matthews, catching his breath

Terra Skye: I’m calling it now, one of these two is going to be the next Chaos Champion. There’s no way, after this back and forth.

Johnny Vegas: Again, it’s gonna be Eli!

Terra Skye: You don't know that!

Both men get to their feet, the fans in attendance begin to make noise as Matthews and Goode begin trading blows in the middle of the ring. Matthews lands a blow “OOOH”. Goode lands a blow “BOOOO!”. Back and forth until Eli lifts Matthews into a fireman’s carry, going for the Goode night! But Matthews wiggles free and Eli turns into The Perfect Hit! Matthews dives on him for the pin!

Johnny Vegas: NO! JESUS NO!!!


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner….Steve Matthews!


Terra Skye: And Steve Matthews has won it! He will face either Harry Hampton, or Trent Steel for the Chaos Title at Chaos One Hundred in Two Weeks!

Johnny Vegas: FUCK HIM AND HIS POODLE HAIR!!!! Eli deserves better!

Terra Skye: It was a valiant effort by Eli Goode, but Steve Matthews managed to pull one out with a quick, decisive kick to the head. Or, as it were, the JC Method.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK HIM TOO FOR NOT KILLING KEN AND KYRA!!!

Terra Skye: Either way, a brilliant match that only builds the anticipation for One Hundred! Now, enjoy these commercials while Johnny calms the hell down.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK!!

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The image of the Ouroboros, synonymous with The Institute floats on the screen as Su, this week’s dress a silken purple, comes out on stage a smile on her face.

“Good evening Legion. Earlier today you were all given a brief history of a place and a group who have gifted my twin and I with so much. Together we were a force to be reckoned with and once our creators come, everyone shall truly know the majesty of The Institute.”

The Legion is still unsure what to make of Su as she calmly paces the stage methodically. She points to the symbol on the screen and a countdown clock overlays itself, counting down to Chaos 100.

“One hundred. It’s an important number in almost any occurrence in pop culture. It’s significance is felt when a centennial celebration arises and make no mistake Legion, at Chaos 100 my masters will show up in Carnage and their impact will be felt throughout the roster for an infinite amount of time. Do not fret friends!”

She raises her arms but the Legion still doesn’t respond.

“For The Institute is a generous benefactor. Join us in changing the world in our image and all of your fears shall be cast away! You will be given the tools needed to make that change and together with the rest of us, we WILL see a new image realized as we grab hold and take what is rightfully ours. The time to choose your side has come and once that clock hits zero,” she point to the countdown clock, “the deadline will have come for your decision to be made. There IS no going back and this is going to be the last time I ask nicely. Decide to defy us, The Institute, and everything we could possibly gift you with, and you will fall. Just. Like. Everyone. Else. There has been… A voice to combat my own…”

Su pauses and smiles.

“My own sister a personality as large as the world itself and one that I once thought could be relied on. She turned her back on me and now she seeks to discredit the group that saved her sisters. Mia does NOT know everything that she says that she does. Misinformation is poison and one that at Chaos 100, we WILL inject the antidote that will eradicate such toxins from Carnage’s system. Of this, I promise you. Thank you for your time and I will see you all at Chaos 100.”

She smiles and walks to the back, leaving The Legion to watch as the clock ticks down to Chaos 100.

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We go backstage to find Steve Matthews still in his wrestling gear entering the locker room, he heads straight for his belongings in the far corner followed by Kylie Ford. A voice from outside the shot can be heard.

Unknown Voice: Check your belongings mate, Winter was hanging around in that corner.

Steve Matthews: Oh joy…

By now Matthews has reached his bag, upon opening the zip he instantly smirks and pulls out a piece of paper. There is clearly a hand written note on the paper. Steve reads the note and his eyes widen ever so slightly. He hands the note to Kylie as he checks the rest of his belongings.

Kylie Ford: Krystian Pearce is on the way and he’s a wild card. Yours Hatefully, Alex Winter.

Kylie looks puzzled.

Kylie Ford: Who’s Krystian Pearce?

Steve straightens up and sighs.

Steve Matthews: He’s an independent wrestler from England and it’s fairly safe to say we’ve had a fair few issues over the years.

Kylie Ford: Oh, What's he like?

Steve almost grins before answering.

Steve Matthews: Put it this way, last time I saw him he was getting arrested for trying to block a toilet at an Indy show we both wrestled on.

Kylie frowns.

Kylie Ford: That’s hardly crime of the century.

Steve Matthews: He was trying to block it with the promoters head!!

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Terra Skye: This whole, 'Insitution' thing worries me.

Johnny Vegas: Meh, just another cult among Carnage Cult Wrestling! How bad could it be?

Terra Skye: If they're what created the SuZQ we knew when they first joined Carnage...

Johnny Vegas: You might have a point. But let's just forget about it until something actually happens... That's the correct way to handle potential problems, right?

Terra Skye: Not in the slightest but whatever. It looks like Steve Matthews has another problem on the horizons?

Boy: MOTHERS GRAPES!

Johnny Vegas: Since when doesn't Matthews have a problem?

Terra Skye: I don't know, since he beat your boy earlier tonight?

Johnny Vegas: BITCH!

Terra Skye: Oh please... you're way worse than that. The next match is getting ready to begin and it's gonna be a good one so shush.

Adrienne Levi and The Dragon Lady confer in their corner for a few moments. On the opposite side of the ring, Axton Gunn gives Sebastian Hawke a pep talk, offering a pat on the back and an audible "You got this," before stepping through the ropes to the apron. Levi and TDL finish their exchange, with Levi stepping outside to the apron, leaving TDL and Sebastian Hawke to start things off. Ref Jeff signals for the opening bell.



The two advance to the center of the ring. Dragon Lady wastes no time in firing a left high kick at Sebastian, who quickly dodges, only to get caught with a lightning fast right roundhouse. Hawke goes to one knee, as The Dragon Lady follows with a series of elbows to the back of his head. She attempts to hook on a Dragon Sleeper, but Hawke fights out.

Terra Skye: The Dragon Lady with an onslaught of offense against Sebastian Hawke. This is type of thing that could cause someone to lose their cool.

Johnny Vegas: Come take a shot, kiddo. Eases the nerves.

Boy: SHOTS OF FIRE!

Johnny Vegas: It doesn't burn much anymore, to be honest.

Hawke battles out of the Dragon Sleeper by firing a knee to the Dragon Lady's face. She releases the hold and Hawke sends a second knee to her midsection, dropping her to the mat. He punctuates the attack with a boot to her face and looks to Axton who cheers him on, offering claps and the classic wink-and-gun. Hawke keeps his focus, locking the Dragon Lady in and leading her to the corner where he tags in Axton. Axton leaps to the rop rope, leaping off with a diving DDT to drops Dragon Lady to the mat. Sebastian steps out to the apron, and Axton presses their advantage.

Johnny Vegas: This is great for Adrienne Levi. She can just sit back and let Gunn and Hawke work over her opponent for Chaos 100, then she's got a cakewalk to the Baltimore Title.

Terra Skye: I don't think that's her plan, but right now we're seeing some impressive teamwork from Axton Gunn and Sebastian Hawke.

Johnny Vegas: If it's not her plan, it should be.

Boy: Very MOIST!

Terra Skye: Ew... why?

Gunn pulls TDL to her feet, whipping her to the ropes and rebounding off the opposite side of the ring. He leaps into the arm, looking for a Superman punch, but TDL sees him coming and counters with a bicycle kick that catches him in the chest, sending him to the mat. Dragon Lady tumbles back, holding herself up on the ropes, as Gunn goes for a kip up. He springs acrobatically to his feet, but immediately clutches his ribs once he's vertical again. He battles through the pain, charging TDL, who hops on his shoulders, looking for a poison rana. Gunn pushes her off, where she lands in front of him and he catches her with a half-nelson suplex. He bridges into a pin attempt as Ref Jeff drops to the mat.


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Thr-KICKOUT!!

TDL kicks out, the momentum carrying her close enough to the opposite corner to tag out to Adrienne Levi.

Johnny Vegas: Wrong move, Levi. All you had to do was hop off the apron and your first title win in Carnage Wrestling is practically a gimme.

Terra Skye: Some people have integrity, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Those people don't have championships.

Terra Skye: So you're saying our World Champ and Ultraviolent--

Johnny Vegas: EXCEPT THEM. FUCK THEM!

Still clutching his ribs, Axton backs into his corner, tagging out to Hawke. Hawke and Adrienne lock up. Adrienne stuns him with a forearm strike, but Hawke ducks the follow-up and tries to catch her with a neckbreaker. She blocks it, hooking his arms and bringing Hawke's shoulders to the mat with a backslide.


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Thr-KICKOUT!!

Hawke flips back to his feet from the backslide, leaving Levi on her knees. With lightning quickness Hawke fires a running strike that catches Levi right in the face.

Terra Skye: Hawke's Landing out of nowhere!

Levi crumples as Hawke rolls her into a pinning combination. The Dragon Lady dives through the ropes for the save, with Gunn only a second behind due to taking the time to be shocked and awed by Hawke's clutch knee.


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The Dragon Lady hits an elbow to Hawke to break the pin up. Axton doesn't have a chance to get involved, as Ref jeff attempts to restore order and get the illegal competitors back to the apron. Hawke pounds the mat in frustration, but pushes past it, ready to jump back on the attack. Levi reels from the knee strike. Hawke pulls her up, whipping her to the corner with Axton, but Levi rebounds off the turnbuckles with a diving crossbody that catches Hawke unprepared and sends him to the mat.


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Thr-KICKOUT!!

Ref Jeff only counts two, but Levi doesn't let it bother her, instead opting to close the distance and tag out to the Dragon Lady. Sebastian charges in an attempt to stop the tag, but a roundhouse from the TDL on the apron leaves him stunned. As TDL climbs into the ring, Hawke attempts to catch her with a superkick, but she catches it and sends him to the mat with a vicious dragon screw. Hawke attempts to get back to his feet, but Dragon Lady drops him back down with a scissor kick. Gunn reaches out for the tag, cheering his partner on, and Adrienne stirs in her own corner, holding herself up with the aid of the ring ropes. The Dragon Lady rolls Hawke onto his stomach, cracking him across the head with palm strikes, as she attempts to lock on a camel clutch.

Terra Skye: The Dragon Lady is looking for a Dragon's Next submission, but Hawke is managing to fight out of it so far.

Johnny Vegas: Come on you little shit, fight out!

TDL hooks one of Hawke's arms, but he manages to get to his knees, hooking her legs in a piggyback position as he attempts to get back to his feet. TDL meets him with another series of palm strikes, but Hawke pushes through, hoisting her up and driving her back first into the turnbuckles of his corner. The impact forces The Dragon Lady to release the hold and gives Axton an opening to tag himself back in.

Johnny Vegas: YES!

Axton drops the Dragon Lady with a quick DDT, getting her into position for his double-hop moonsault. He goes for one hop, then the second and backflips off the turnbuckle, but Dragon Lady gets back to her feet. Axton corrects in midair, managing to land on his feet, only to get caught in the back of the head with a roundhouse kick.

Terra Skye: Encore attempt by Axton Gunn, but Dragon Lady saw it coming!

The roundhouse leaves Axton stunned and the Dragon Lady leaps into action, hooking his head for Sliced Bread #2. She runs up the turnbuckles, but Sebastian Hawk grabs her feet, flipping her back over Axton Gunn. She lands on her feet, but in the confusion Gunn makes another tag to Hawke. As Hawke hops through the drops, Axton delivers a low drop kick to Dragon Lady's leg, dropping her to one knee and leaving her wide open to a Buzzsaw Kick from Hawke.

Terra Skye: Talons of the Hawke! Great teamwork!

Boy: WHY ARE THE GRAPES GONE?!

Hawke folds up Dragon Lady for a pinning combination, as Adrienne Levi makes her way through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.


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Levi hits Hawke a second too late, as Ref Jeff signals for the bell and holds up the arms of the winners.



Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners, via pinfall - SEBASTIAN HAWKE AND AXTON GUNN!!!

Hawke rolls to the outside, where he and Gunn embrace, each one using the other to maintain their vertical base. On the inside of the ring, a frustrated Dragon Lady rolls to one corner, punching the mat for good measure. She and Adrienne Levi exchange a look, but maintain their distance, their focus now on their clash at Chaos 100.

Terra Skye: What a match but Axton Gunn and Sebastian Hawke pull it out! Kind of a redemption for their respective losses at Chaos 98. Adrienne and The Dragon Lady, they lost and now... Now it looks like they're realizing that their next challenge will be each other.

Johnny Vegas: For the Baltimore City Championship, no less.

Terra Skye: You're right. It's anyone's guess who's going to walk out of Chaos 100 as the Baltimore City Champ - But I do know it's gonna be one hell of a fight. But before we head into another break, I'd just like to congratulate Axton and Sebastian again!

Johnny Vegas: YOU BETTER!

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Silvio Leon: Did you know that the suits of the Minor Arcana in tarot have analogs in the suits of playing cards? In fact, they’re the precursors.

Silvio, seated behind his usual wooden table, dressed in a red button down, black jeans, and wing-tips, shuffles a deck of cards.

Silvio Leon: I use the Major Arcana for my promo readings, but the Minor Arcana can still add meaning to an interpretation. Just like playing cards, there are four suits with ten pip cards and court cards.

Spreading the cards across the table before him, he draws one and holds it up for the viewer. It shows an illustration of a garden bordered by a rose hedge. Emerging from the clouds in the grey sky is a hand holding a large, yellow disk with a star etched in its center.

Silvio Leon: The Ace of Pentacles. When this card shows up in your readings, it represents reaping the fruits of your labor and a strong foundation upon which to build the future. It’s playing card version is…

He flips the card over, snapping it onto the table again to show the ace of diamonds.

Silvio Leon: ...The Ace of Diamonds.

Going back to the spread of cards, he selects another. Turning it over reveals a hand emerging from a cloud grasping a sword. The sword is haloed with a crown from which hang fronds of greenery.

Silvio Leon: When the Ace of Swords shows up in your reading, it represents a breakthrough; finally using your potential to realize your dreams. It’s probably pretty easy to guess what the corresponding playing card to the Ace of Swords is.

Flipping the card over again reveals a single black spade on white field.

Silvio Leon: The Ace of Spades.

The next card Silvio selects has an illustration of a hand holding aloft a goblet overflowing with rivulets of water. As its contents flow into a lily-covered pond below, a dove dives toward it with a coin in its beak.

Silvio Leon: Creativity, new beginnings, and new relationships. Those are all things the Ace of Cups can refer to. It can also refer to…

Turning the card over again shows a vivid red heart on a white field.

Silvio Leon: ...The Ace of Hearts.

Another card is turned over, and this one reveals a field bordered by mountains through which a river flows. Above it, a hand suspended in the clouds holds a leafy, wooden stave.

Silvio Leon: The Ace of Wands. A call to action, inspiration, willpower. Its playing card equivalent…

He turns the card over, revealing only the usual backing. Making a face, he taps his chin for a moment before glancing at his hand, rolling his eyes with a grin and turning it to the camera. Emblazoned across his palm is a black, three-leafed clover shape.

Silvio Leon: The Ace of Clubs. Now...

He sweeps the cards back up into his hands.

Silvio Leon: I know you all were looking forward to me and Ko facing off against Marlowe and Cat.

Shrugging, he gives the viewer a contrite smile.

Silvio Leon: But there’s been a change of plans. Your Mystifying Oracle and 21st Century Fox are going to need to put StarFox on the shelf for the time being. Not to worry - this isn’t, ‘sayonara,’ just, ‘au revoir.’ Regardless, I can’t very well go stag to a Tag Team Championship match. But worry not, Legion.

Setting down the deck, he plucks one card off the top and turns it over to show the viewer. A pair of hounds standing beside a riverbank bark at a stern-faced moon hanging in the night sky above them.

Silvio Leon: My new partner and I are Hellbent on giving you a Tag Team Championship match that’s destined to go down in Carnage history.

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“She’s a Genius” by Jet rings out for all to hear as Belle Silva makes her way on stage. She waves at The Legion at large and heads down to the ring, always high in energy. She gets in the ring and picks up her mic, giving The Legion her award winning smile.

“Chaos Legion! How are you???”

The Legion explodes and Belle bows briefly.

“Great to hear! Tonight is shaping up to be almost as explosive as Chaos 100 is set to be! We’ve seen a lot and there’s so much more to see. Now, who is ready for me to sit down and introduce my next guest?”

The Legion once again pops as Belle backs up and gestures to the entrance ramp.

“Legion, my guest this evening is every bit of explosive as the current events happening on the roster. He came to us as part of JC’s talent initiative and since then has shown that he’s one of the hardest hitting men that Carnage has to offer. Ladies and gentlemen! Mitch Heart!”

“Can’t Trust Anyone” by Oh no, Not Stereo blares out as Mitch Heart makes his appearance at the top of the ramp. He’s full of nervous energy, eyes darting to all sides before heading down to the ring and rolling in. He raises his arms for The Legion before sitting down opposite Belle and taking a mic.

“Good evening Mitch and welcome to Beyond the Bell! How are you?”

Belle watches Mitch as he sits back and answers.

“Not half bad at all. It’s a good night, the crowd is hot, and not long after I get done talking with you I’m gonna have me a fight. How does it get better than that?”

Mitch gives a crooked grin, swinging one ankle up to rest on his opposite leg, leaning back in the chair casually.

“I guess it doesn’t get much better. At last Chaos we saw you quite decisively put down the forever mouthy Sebastian Hawke. Any thoughts on the match?”

Mitch smiles, his voice calm.

“Kid’s got potential. I got no shame in saying that. He buckles down he’s gonna be something sooner or later. Wish I could say the same about his attitude but goddamn, he’s got a persecution complex the size of Baltimore itself. Hey. Hawke.”

He waves a camera over to hard focus on him.

“Someday soon you’re gonna have to learn to get over yourself. That bad attitude of yours is like chaining a derelict Buick to your ass- it’s gonna get you nowhere fast no matter what you do. Think long and hard about that. You might not like being called ‘kid’, but you’ve got a hell of a lot of growing up to do.”

Belle nods and moves to her next question.

“Several weeks ago we saw your debut around the same time with the likes of Silvio Leon, Lab Rat King, Adrienne Levi, Jon Willis, and Matt Knox. How has your journey so far in Carnage been?”

Mitch smiles as he answers.

“A hell of a ride and then some. I come here, I fight. That’s what I do. I get beat to hell in the process half the time, but I got one of those ‘take two to get one’ mentalities. This is what I live for, Belle. I go big, go hard, and go completely without restrictions. That rush of blood and adrenaline- it’s better than booze, better than nicotine, better than hash. Hell, I can’t speak from experience but I bet it’s even better than blow. If that gets me ahead as well as getting me off, great- if it gets more eyeballs on this crazy little production of ours, all the better.”

Mitch leans back again, waiting for the next question. Belle shakes her head from trying to imagine a situation where she’s had anything more than booze but doesn’t share.

“You’ve had an impressive stay so far in Carnage, for sure! Do you have your eyes set on anything moving forward from tonight?”

This brings Mitch forward, his gaze giving nothing away but bold determination.

“Matter of fact, I do. See, I just told you how I feel about high octane violence. That cage match I had with King? That was catnip to me. Now, what sort of goal should a bloodthirsty, masochistic motherfucker like me have?”

He pauses, making an exaggerated thinking pose, letting the crowd shout out the obvious answer, a ravenous sort of grin crossing his face.

“See, there’s a reason Carnage has the best fans in the business. You guys are sharp as razor wire. That’s right, Belle- I want the Ultraviolent Championship. I didn’t come here with titles in mind, but the more I think about it? The more I want to get my hands on Kyra Johnson’s property and make it my own.”

The fans pop and Belle encourages The Legion to get louder. They comply and ramp up their cheering, almost blowing the roof off the house. Settling down, they quiet once again for Belle to continue the interview.

“So Mitch, you’re a member of a stable that, quite frankly, is impressive to say the least, The Set. Anything you can share with us about motives and what it means for the rest of the roster?”

An expectant hush falls over The Legion as everyone leans in, eager to hear the answer.

“You’re asking me a question I think you already know the answer to. I mean, we’ve made our motives pretty crystal. We want radical change. We want to build a better Carnage, make this place live up to every drop of its potential, and that ain’t gonna happen with the same complacent golden oldies hanging out on the top shelf. Now, we’ve made this our mission and we stand by it, and the likes of Mac and Amber and such? They’re welcome to help us build this brighter future, but if they get in the way of it? We can and will mow them over.”

This draws a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd, but Mitch shrugs.

“Look guys, I get it. Change can be scary. But we’re not out to scare people. We love this place and want it to be better for everyone, a place where everybody gets a fair shake and, y’know, people ain’t pulling their trunks out of mothballs and laying claim to a title shot under paper thin bullshit excuses. Yeah, we see you, Jack Michaels. And we ain’t impressed.”

Belle nods, understanding completely.

“Thank you SO much for joining me here tonight Mitch! Any parting words for The Legion and the people in the back?”

Mitch stands, taking the opportunity to have the camera’s attention solely on him.

“Watch this space. Me, Sil, Ade, Knox? We’re gonna keep doing what we’re doing. And sooner or later? I’m gonna wind up covered in blood, beat to shit, and sporting some beautiful shiny red leather. I promise that, just you wait.”

The crowd pops once again as Mitch’s music rings out one more time, Belle clapping as Beyond the Bell comes to an end.

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Boy: FIRST!

Johnny Vegas: Wonder who seeing-eye-card-ready-douche suckered into being his partner? Maybe Loser girl or Mid Card Matt? Since they all run together sharing fake tattoos and shit.

Terra Skye: It’s certainly a mystery, as well as why the substitution? Whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll see Kohaku again and whoever teams with Silvio will be more than up to the task. Although you have to give the edge to Cat and Marlowe, due to chemistry.

Johnny Vegas: All I’m gonna give is my opinion, which is fuck em all and double fuck Ken. And why the fuck did Belle Silva give that asshole Mitch a platform? He can’t even wrestle!!

Terra Skye: Mitch deserves his time to speak just as much as anyone. However, you do have a point. His offense is definitely as refined as a sharp rock. It is, however, proven to be effective as he has never been pinned, or submitted.

Johnny Vegas: And now, the dirty hobo fights the delivery boy. Since apparently he’s just fighting all of the Rock Star’s BFFs.

Terra Skye: Dominick is certainly talented, but I hope he prepped for a fight more than a wrestling match, because that is what Mitch Heart is going to give him.

Johnny Vegas: So televised murder later, how about some ACTUAL wrestling first? Who’s next?

Terra Skye: Justin Case, Ahmya who is making her debut and Kat Jones. One person trying to get back to their winning ways, one looking to go two and oh, and one looking to make an impression.

Johnny Vegas: Got it. I’ll drink, you and the idiot talk.

Boy: OLD BALLS EMPTY THREATS!!

Terra Skye: Anyway...let’s head to ringside, and get this underway.

Kat Jones, Ahmya and Justin Case advance from their corners to the middle of the ring, each one taking care to keep their distance from the others. Ref Jeff checks with the three, and then signals for the bell.



Kat Jones wastes no time in attacking, stunning Case with a slap and then locking on a headlock, wrenching the hold in. Ahmya intervenes, catching Kat across the jaw with a drop kick that leaves her stunned and allows Case to plant his feet and flip her over with a backdrop. Case is back up quickly, dropping a knee to the back of Kat's head. Ahmya interrupts again, rebounding off the ropes and catching Case with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sends him tumbling to the mat. Kat gets to her feet to meet Ahmya, still coming off the attack and seizes her, going for a Northern Lights Suplex and bridging into a pinning combination.


One!!


Two!!


Thr--KICKOUT!!!

Ahmya kips up, nimbly springing back to her feet and catching Kat in the shoulder with a spinning back kick that backs her into the ropes. Case takes advantage and charges Jones with a clothesline that sends her crashing to the outside. Back in the ring, Ahmya leaps to the top rope, surprising Case with a hurricanrana that takes him down. Ahmya goes for a pin, but is only able to hook one leg.


One!!


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Thr-BROKEN UP!!

Kat Jones dives back in, popping Ahmya with a low superkick that breaks the pin fall. She lifts the stunned Ahmya backup, attempting to hook on a dragon sleeper, but Ahmya fights out with a knee to Kat's face. Case fires a roundhouse kick at Ahmya, who ducks, but he manages to catch Kat with it, sending her rebounding one corner. Pressing his advantage, Case charges Kat in the corner. He positions himself on the second rope, delivering a series of punches as the Legion counts along.

Johnny Vegas: I don't think Justin Case can count to ten, but he may prove me wrong right here.


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Two!!


Three!!


Four!!


Five!!

Johnny Vegas: This is bullshit, the crowd is counting for him.

Six never comes, as Kat stops the onslaught with a headbutt to Case's groin. Wincing, he collapses to the mat, but Kat hooks his head and seats herself on the top turnbuckle, hitting him with a vicious tornado DDT. As soon as Kat gets back to her feet, Ahmya feints a roundhouse, prompting Kat to duck, before looking on a vicious triangle lancer that sends them both to the mat. Ahmya applies pressure to Kat's arm, as Ref Jeff checks for a submission.

Terra Skye: Rose Gold by Ahmya! It's locked in, but it looks like Kat might be able to get to the ropes.

Waving Ref Jeff off, Kat stretches her legs, trying to hook the bottom rope. It's still only a few inches out of reach, but she punches mat as she attempts to fight through. Ahmya keeps it locked in, but doesn't notice Case getting back to his feet. He rebounds off the ropes, catching Ahmya in the back of the head with a Shining Wizard.

Terra Skye: That Japanese Move!

Johnny Vegas: On That Japanese Lady!

With the hold broken, Case seizes the opportunity and rolls Ahmya over into a pinning combination as Ref Jeff drops into position.


One!!


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Thr--INTERRUPTED BY KAT!!

Kat hits Case with a sharp kick to the ribs that breaks up the pin, though she still favors her left arm following the submission by Ahmya. Case is barely able to get to his knees before Kat drops him to the mat once again with a Snap DDT. Before going for the cover, Kat yanks Ahmya up by the hair, attempting to toss her to the outside. Ahmya catches herself on the apron, as Kat drops down to cover Justin Case.

Terra Skye: Smart move by Kat, getting rid of Ahmya following that Freaked Out DDT, but now Justin Case has had a few seconds to recover.

Johnny Vegas: Recovery is overrated.

Ref Jeff goes to the mat and makes the count.


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Thr-INTERRUPTED!!

Ahmya springboards from the apron, flying off the top rope to catch Kat with an elbow drop across the back. The pin is broken up once again, as all three competitors stir and the Legion cheers on.

Terra Skye: Great save by Ahmya! But can she capitalize?

Johnny Vegas: That's the thing about triple threat matches, you can't capitalize on shit. You hit a move that would normally kill someone? Doesn't matter. Now you gotta worry about the other guy. It's exhausting. Like a bender, but really, you gotta press through and keep going because what the fuck else are you gonna do?

Terra Skye: ...Are you all right?

Johnny Vegas: No, never.

Case finds a second wind, hopping to his feet and whipping Kat toward the ropes. He keeps hold of her arm, driving a kitchen sink knee to her stomach as she rebounds, sending her through the ropes to the ring apron.

Kat pulls herself up on the outside, as Ahmya jumps to Justin Case's shoulders, attempting to catch him in a victory roll. He grabs the ropes and blocks, giving Kat and opening to yank Ahmya by the hair, sending her crashing to the floor outside. Case shakes the attack off and Kat climbs back through the ropes, catching him by the head and hooking his leg in a bridging fisherman's suplex.

Terra Skye: Whiplash by Kat!

Ref Jeff makes the count as Ahmya tries to get back to her feet on the outside and make it under the bottom rope.


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Three!!!

Ahmya is a split second too late, as Kat releases the pin and Ref Jeff holds her arm up and signals for the bell.



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner via pinfall - KAT JONES!!!

Terra Skye: Kat Jones pulls out another big win in a triple threat match! But let's be honest, Ahyma wasn't far behind her.

Johnny Vegas: So what? A win is a win and a loss is a loss.

Boy: HEAR ME, HERE ME!

Terra Skye: Either way, I forsee these two women making a real splash around here.

Johnny Vegas: And I forsee Case being in the Unemployment line fairly soon.

Terra Skye: No comment. Let's head into a break. Be back soon!

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A table is set up in the center of the ring, adorned with Carnage Wrestling’s logo, a pair of pens and a clipboard with the contract sitting in the middle of the table. Christopher St. James stands ready by the table to witness the signing of the contract. The heavy beat of "Champion" by Barns Courtney begins to play as Mac Bane makes his way onto the stage. Mac embraces the warm response from the crowd, and slaps a few hands on his way to the ring. He stops only momentarily to lay his hands on the ring apron, as if saying a silent prayer to the ring itself. He moves to the ring steps and walks up slowly. Allowing the music to consume him as he enters the ring. As the music fades away, he stands in the center of the ring with a smile on his face.

As he stands there, “Mz. Hyde” begins wailing from the PA, signaling the imminent arrival of Carnage’s Ultraviolent Champion. A few moments later, Kyra Johnson emerges - The Ultraviolent Championship perched upon her shoulder. She ignores the crowd as she makes her way down to the ring, a smirk on her lips as she watches Mac the entire time. As she gets to ringside, she runs her hand along the apron until she gets to the steps. Kyra stops for a second before climbing the steps and getting into the ring with Mac and C$J as her music slowly fades out. She approaches the table, laying the championship down beside the contract and grabbing a mic.

Kyra Johnson: So, I was gonna come out here and tell you that you’ve got no chance in hell of taking this belt off me in two weeks time. But I think we both know that I’d be lying. Truth is, you’ve got just as good a chance of taking it as I’ve got at keeping it.

She pauses, staring him down for a few moments before continuing.

Kyra Johnson: I might not like you that much, I might not like the company you’re keeping - Well aside from your girl. And trust me, I know you’ve got your opinions about me and the way I handle myself and I’m sure you’re gonna make sure I know ‘em, too. But contrary to popular belief, I do respect you Mac. I respect what you’re capable of out here in this ring.

Bane picks up his microphone, he gives a warm and genuine smile.

Mac Bane: Always charming, one could say, just as charming as Ken Davison.

He smirks as the boos rain down at the mention of Ken’s name.

Mac Bane: Now, now...Kyra, you nailed the problem exactly. I’m not here to trade barbs though. Whether I like you or not is simply not relevant. I do respect you though, you’re one of the few people to have a win against me since January. You’ve been a good champion, and this match, it’s the real test for you though isn’t it? Title defense number three. You defend against me and you could challenge Ken for the world title.

Mac maintains the genuine smile.

Mac Bane: But we both know you wouldn’t do that, not to Ken anyway.

Kyra rolls her eyes.

Kyra Johnson: Wouldn't do that, period. I'm not interested in the world title. This is where I'm supposed to be, right here among the "talentless hacks" who use weapons because they can't get it done any other way.

Kyra chuckles as the crowd boos.

Kyra Johnson: Let's hope you don't share that same narrow-minded view of me though, Mac. I think we both know I can get the job done with or without a weapon in my hand… That being said..

She glances down at the contract in front of her.

Kyra Johnson: You wanna do this the old fashioned way? The way that Carnage Intended?

Mac smirks a bit at her commentary.

Mac Bane: Use all the weapons you like little one, I won’t use any at all, because to be honest, I don’t need them.

Kyra Johnson: Well that's a damn shame. I was looking forward to breaking my whiskey bottle over that self-righteous head of yours, but that's fine. We can do this your way.

Mac, the smirk now gone, is openly smiling.

Mac Bane: So the goddess of ultra violence is going to give up her weapons?

Bane shakes his head in disbelief. Kyra doesn't bat an eyelash, however.

Kyra Johnson: What is it that ya'll say? Something about not needing weapons to be Ultraviolent? Oh honey, I'll make you bleed like a stuffed pig without a single thing other than what's attached to my body.

She returns Mac's smile and leans down, penning her signature to the contract. Mac laughs and without another word, he grabs a pen and signs the contract. He winks at her as he leaves the ring and heads towards the back.

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We cut backstage to see Alex Winter walking towards the vending machine area. We see Trent Steel walk past him heading to the locker room.

Alex Winter: Well. You are looking quite spry after last week.

Trent Steel: Please. My ex-wife took a bigger hit than you did in our first divorce hearing.

Alex Winter: Ohhh nice. I do want to talk to you for a moment however.

Trent Steel: About?

Alex Winter: I just want to make sure we have an understanding.

Trent Steel: ...Oh. This is about your cheap shot me. Or that's at least what everyone else has been calling it. I lost the match. You took advantage of a situation and I lost. What's the big deal.?

Alex Winter: See. I'm glad you get it. Everyone else here is so damn opinionated, but you get it when you lose to greatness.

Trent Steel: No. I said I lost to you. I never said I lost to greatness. We done here because unlike you I actually have a match this evening.

Alex Winter: Are you taking a jab at me?

Trent Steel: No Alex. That would imply I intend to box you. You see I get to get into a fight tonight. A fight with a very draining opponent and then I am sure C$J has something planned for me if I don't hear about my legacy match opponent. So he's throwing me to the wolves and, since you are the favorite, you get the equivalent of a month without booking to be fresh.

Alex Winter: You make it sound like you have this all figured out Trent. If you're so smart then why aren't you politicking your way out of it. I mean, after all, you've lost the last two title shots you've had.

Trent Steel: I don't run away from my challenges. At least we have that in common. Now if you'll excuse me.

Trent gestures to his gym bag.

Trent Steel: I got a present for Mr. Hampton that I gotta give him.

Alex Winter: Hope you broght a cup.

Trent Steel: Don't need it. Harry's not good at hitting large targets.

Trent walks out of frame as Alex stares at him.

Alex Winter: Targets...how fitting.

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Terra Skye:: Never a dull moment in Carnage. Our Ultraviolent Title will be defended...without ultraviolence.

Johnny Vegas:: Good! Prove JC right and murder that bitch, Mac!! Although, I wish I could watch him bash her fucking skull in with a sledge hammer! On fire!

Terra Skye:: Okay. Lets uh...yeah. Ok, take a drink old timer. And if that wasn’t enough, Alex Winter keeps making friends. Friends who want to break his jaw!

Johnny Vegas:: Fuck Trent Steel, Fuck Matt Knox, Fuck the Dragon Skanky, fuck ALLLL the haters! Alex is a fucking STAR. Not in the making, a straight up STAR! And all these has beens and mid carders are just trying to drag him down. And you know what, Trent?! You couldn’t drag down Jack, or Amber and you sure as fuck ain’t draggin down Alex!!

Terra Skye:: Oh lord... Let's just get this next match going. It's going to be an interesting one for sure. Mitch Heart and Dominick Strife.



Dominick Strife barely has a second to take a breath before Mitch turns him inside out with a vicious clothesline. Which he follows up by clubbing Dominick in the back of the neck as he tries crawling to the ropes to get up. Dom turns and swings, catching Mitch right on the mouth! Mitch backs up a few steps and wipes some blood from his lips, grinning sadistically at Dom who mouths “oh shit” to the camera.

Johnny Vegas: Ya fucked it, delivery boy! Run!!

Terra Skye: Mitch Heart seems to absolutely REVEL in this kind of violence, and the fans love him for it!

Dom ducks another swing by Mitch and takes him down with a neckbreaker. He runs to the ropes and repels off them, nailing a moonsault on Mitch! He goes for a pin but Mitch kicks out almost instantly! Dom mounts Mitch and begins raining rights and lefts down onto him but the bouncer from Detroit reaches up and gouges Dominick’s eye with his thumb, which causes the younger man to retreat quickly.

Johnny Vegas: Come on ref! You gonna let that fly!? This is a wrestling match, not some back alley bullshit!!

Mitch is to his feet and grinning as he stalks Dominick and kicks him in the ribs as he’s on his knees favoring his eye. Dominick backs himself into a corner, but Mitch stays on him, stomping a mudhole in Dominick before yanking him to his feet and nailing him with a hard discus elbow, sending Dominick into a seated position in the corner. Mitch backs up, and charges forward slamming his knee into Dominick’s face.

Terra Skye: Mitch Heart continues beating the stuffing out of Dominick, and to Johnny’s point I have not seen Mitch lock in a single hold this Match

Johnny Vegas: I think I can count on one hand the amount of wrestling moves I’ve seen this punk use!

Mitch pulls Dominick to his feet, and whips him into the ropes in one direction before rebounding off the opposite ropes and cutting Dominick in half with a gigantic spear!! Mitch shoots up, and takes a walk around the ring as Dominick gets to his hands and knees, one hand clutching his midsection. Mitch catches sight of Axton Gunn and Sebastian Hawke in the audience. He grins and mouths “Watch This” to them before bouncing off the ropes and nailing Dominick with a double foot stomp!

Terra Skye: For the second week in the row, Mitch Heart has been booked against one of Axton Gunn’s twitter entourage and for the second week in a row, Mitch Heart has let Axton know his opinion on him!

Mitch pulls Domnick to his feet and locks in The Last Gasp. Dom struggles against it valiantly, as Mitch just clamps down harder. He catches Axton and Sebastian once more in the audience, before tightening the hold and flipping one finger upward. The ref, who has been checking on Dominick the whole time waves his arms, and pulls Mitch off as his music hits and Dominick Strife lay limp in the ring.



Terra Skye: That’s it! Mitch has choked the life right out of Dominick Strife!

Boy: WAKEY WAKEY EGGS ARE BREAKY

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner… Mitch “The Broken” Heart!!!

Terra Skye: And Mitch Heart with another mostly convincing win!

Johnny Vegas: Convincing us he can’t wrestle, anyway.

Terra Skye: Dominick Strife no doubt has a bright future, and with a little more time and devotion to his skills he will be a strong competitor for Carnage. But tonight, against “The Broken” was not his night to shine.

Johnny Vegas: I like the kid, more than I like a lot of other people in this dump.

Boy: SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND!!!

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The scene fades in backstage to the office of the Carnage Wrestling President, Christopher St. James. C$J hears a knock on his door.

C$J: Enter.

C$J’s voice has a slight edge to it as he looks up from what he’s doing. The door opens and Jonathan Willis walks inside the office of the boss. Having Chaos 99 off, Jon isn’t wearing his face paint, but he is wearing a determined look. He sits down in one of C$J’s expansive, extravagant office chairs, steeples his fingers, and speaks.

Jonathan Willis: We need to talk.

C$J sits back in his chair and motions for Jon to continue.

Jonathan Willis: I wanted you to know that I’ve recently made a decision that’s going to… change things. Lots of things. Pretty much everything. My life is an open book, and it’s no secret that I’ve been dealing with a… a blackmailer. A person that has something over me, something I didn’t want to be public, and he extorted me for money. He made me buy his silence. But I’m choosing not to live that way anymore. I’m through playing his sick, twisted games.

C$J sneers.

C$J: I’m not in the business of getting involved with blackmailers. I…

Jon shakes his head and presses forward.

Jonathan Willis: I already know what’s going to happen. I have no doubt in my mind that he’s going to go through with his promise and release the video. So I’m getting out ahead of it. At Chaos 100, I’ll be appearing on Beyond the Belle, with a very important announcement. And you’re my boss. My own personal feelings about you aside… you’re my boss, and you deserve to know what this is all about. I have the video for you if you would like to see it.

C$J shakes his head, leaning forward.

C$J: Well, get on with it then.

Jon pulls out his personal cell phone, opens it, puts it on mute, and hands it to his boss.

Jonathan Willis: Whenever you’re ready, just press play.

The two men sit in silence as C$J watches Jon’s blackmail video play out before him. C$J's eyes slowly grow wide before he pushes the phone away.

Jonathan Willis: That video is soon going to be posted to every online tabloid and video sharing site across the world. What happens next… that’s out of my control. But that’s who I am. That’s who I’ve always been. And at Chaos 100, I’m revealing that to the world. And now you know. What you choose to do with that information is up to you.

C$J shakes his head, sitting back in the chair.

C$J: I don’t care. People out there might THINK that I’ll just fire you, or look down on you, or whatever else, but the truth of the matter Jon? I don’t really care. If you want to release that information unto the world, that’s on you BUT if it backfires on the company, you’ll be the one responsible for the fallout. Understood?

Jon nods and speaks.

Jonathan Willis: Understood. I’m prepared to deal with the fallout. No matter what happens. The alternative is to continue living a lie for my entire life. And I’m not going to be doing that anymore. For what it’s worth… I appreciate you not caring. I’ll see you later... boss.

Jonathan gets up and walks out of C$J’s office. He begins walking towards the exit, but a mysterious man blocks his path. The man is of a different size and stature than the one that collected Jon's $50,000 blackmail payment a short time ago, but he is dressed exactly alike: long baggy clothing, big dark glasses, nondescript sneakers, and a face mask that covers most of his face with a hat that covers his entire head. Jonathan stares down the man and speaks.

Jonathan Willis: You need to get out of my way.

The man laughs.

??: It'll be my pleasure. Right after I deliver this message. Someone you know has something to say to you: "You need to seriously rethink what it is you're planning on doing. You really think people will accept you after learning who you really are? There's no coming back from this. This will be the end of your career. So either stay rich and keep paying me, or lose everything, and go back to being the same pathetic junkie you always were. Because trust me, once the video goes public, you'll wish you had never woken up from that coma."

Jonathan walks up to the masked man.

Jonathan Willis: Thank you for delivering your message. Tell him I understand. Tell him I'm coming for him. And please give him this from me.

Jonathan rears back and delivers a knockout blow straight to the masked man's jaw, causing the man's hat and glasses to go flying. Jon smirks and walks over the man, heading towards the exit. A few moments later, C$J's door opens, and the Carnage president looks down at the hapless mystery man. C$J laughs and calls for someone down the hallway.

C$J: Hector! Get over here and clean this mess up! Somebody left another pile of shit in front of my door before I have to go!

The cameras cut elsewhere as the boss slams his door shut.

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“Money” by Pink Floyd plays and Carnage’s boss makes his appearance known as The Legion lets him know what they really think of him.

Terra Skye: Wow, these fans are NOT going easy on C$J, and why should they? He’s proven himself to be an absolute di…

Johnny Vegas: An absolute genius! You have to rule the cretins on the roster with an iron fist, show them who is REALLY boss. Not put up with any of that flimsy reporting Belle is known for. If she wants to open her mouth, she had better be able to back it up!

Boy: Croutons are by the ton!

C$J doesn’t seem to care about The Legion’s opinion of him as he climbs into the ring, mic already in hand.

C$J: Well, the time has come. It’s time to see if Matt Knox is REALLY the man he says he is. Will he rescue the damsel in distress or will he feed her to a very game Alex Winter? Knox, you know what comes next. Get out here, get down on your knees, and you apologize to me for being the biggest piece of shit, the biggest let down this entire roster has seen in a very long time.

“Overcome” By Creed rips forth as soon as C$J finishes his sentence. Knox steps out on the stage to the love of the legion, and raises one arm before making his way down to the ring slowly, with a visible limp. He stops outside of the ring just short, and signals for a microphone and waits until his music dies down, before speaking

Matt Knox: You called, Chris?

C$J sits on the second rope, inviting Knox in.

C$J: Damn right I did. Get in here and let’s do this right. Bended knee, your deepest, heartfelt apology, and you had best be grateful I don’t make you kiss a ring. GET. IN. HERE. NOW.

Matt reaches up, wiping his nose and smiling. He raises the mic, motioning to the ring

Matt Knox: Get in there, bend the Knee, say I'm sorry. That it then?

Knox shakes his head, before moving to a separate part of the ring and sliding in while C$J watches from his seat on another rope. Knox pulls himself up on the ropes, still pained. He leans against the rope and shakes his head.

Matt Knox: You really think that’s what's going to happen? You really feel in charge here, don’t you?

C$J nods vehemently as he gets to his feet to meet Knox.

C$J: Damn straight, get down before I PUT you on your knees.

Knox never wavers as he glares at C$J, not moving a muscle. C$J cracks a devious smile.

C$J: Do it. Look right over there, I even upgraded one of your fan club’s tickets so they have a front row seat.

The lights dim and a spotlight shines on Hope Knox, front row and center watching the ring intently, her eyes wide. C$J’s voice rings out again, a low growl dripping with intense hatred.

C$J: Now. Get down on your knees and show that nice young lady there, your DAUGHTER, the kind of man you really are.

The fans boo loudly, for her part Hope just shifts her gaze knowingly to her father, who has bowed his head. He lifts the mic

Matt Knox: Oh buddy, you just fucked it all up.

With that he drops the microphone and leaps forward, kicking C$J in the gut hard enough to double him over, before twisting him in position for The Murder as the fans come unglued.

“WAIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!”

The panicked voice of one Mia Rayne rings out like silver bells on a winter day, during a blizzard. She stands at the top of the ramp, her hand outstretched before her, her eyes pleading for Knox to stop. For his part C$J watches as his sunglasses clatter to the mat below him, hanging upside down from Knox’s grip.

Johnny Vegas: What the hell is the head cuckoo doing here?!

Terra Skye: Giving me a mental image of C$J that will always put a smile on my face.

Boy: The gift that keeps giving!

Mia skips to the ring, her eyes wide as she watches C$J’s face turn beet red, Knox keeping his eyes on her as she rolls into the ring. She holds up both hands at Knox, backing up to a corner and sitting on the top turnbuckle. A smile cracks her lips as she re-situates herself and leans forward, elbows on knees.

Mia Rayne: Just wanted to make sure I could see this up close. Feel free to proceed. Just leave him conscious enough for him to comprehend what I’m about to tell him.

She meets Knox’s gaze and winks before returning her gaze to C$J, blowing the boss a kiss. Knox waits a beat, staring at the odd intruder before dropping C$J with the vertebreaker, bouncing his head off the mat! Matthew shoots to his feet then, raising an arm to a raucous audience. He turns, and measures C$J as he struggles to get up using the ropes. Knox springs forth and about busts the boss’ jaw off with a picture perfect butterfly kick, as he turns around Knox goes to lock in “The Mercy” but is stopped by Mia hopping off the turnbuckle and pulling out a small pile of wrinkled papers.

Mia Rayne: Finished sweet cheeks? If so, I’ll take it from here but feel free to stay, you might be interested to hear what comes next. Spoiler alert?

Her voice turns to a whisper.

Mia Rayne: Someone isn’t going to like it very much.

She motions with her eyes to C$J, motioning with her head toward the next to unconscious boss. Knox considers for a moment but breaks the hold, getting up and leaning back in the corner and motioning for Mia to proceed. Mia courtesies in return and lays down on the mat opposite C$J, gazing up at the lights.

Mia Rayne: The lights kinda look like stars tonight… Speaking of seeing stars, how you feeling over there boss man?

C$J groans slightly but aside from his chest rising slowly, drawing in a rattling breath, there was no way to tell if he was alive.

Terra Skye: Between what happened with Amber earlier in the night and now this, the boss is NOT having a good night.

Johnny Vegas: This is a complete and total fuckin’ travesty! Someone come out here and stop this! ALEXXXX!!!!

Mia giggles lightly…

Mia Rayne: Mmm, yes, bring out Alex. Bring him out and watch him get put in a cage match against a certain experiment that doesn’t just BEAT their opponents, he borderline KILLS them; from… What I hear.

She shrugs at the ceiling and continues.

Mia Rayne: Anyways, that brings up a good point. C$J, you’ve been doing nothing but putting the “dick” in “dictator.” Add Johnny Vegas’ spud like head, and you have the complete package!

Johnny’s mouth falls open as the crowd laughs, feeling the top of his head. Mia rolls to her body and pokes at C$J’s forehead until he swats her away.

Mia Rayne: Chris, Mr. Bossman, you gave me a VERY contract, the very first of two given out. IN this contract, you gave me a specific clause. This one clause says that I can name something, anything I want as part of my contract going forward. One thing Chris, one wish.

Her gaze goes from playful to serious at the flip of a dime.

Mia Rayne: You have run rampant. Everyone has had ONE wish since you took over, and that is that go. The. FUCK. Away. There was no way to stop you, you had your army, you had no conscience, no reason to stop and reconsider, maybe rethink a few of your life decisions. Ladies and gentlemen and the Legion watching at home, I give to you my fully customizable clause, authorized by C$J himself.

Her tone goes right back to cheerful as she springs to her feet and puts her boot on C$J’s chest, smiling down at him.

Mia Rayne: IF C$J starts to get out of control and IF he needs to be leashed, tethered, and put in a dog house for a time until he chills the fuck out; I have absolute authority to act as the psycho on the boss’ shoulder.

She smiles as the fans cheer around her.

Mia Rayne: That’s right ladies and gentlemen, your wish, has been granted.

She bows, putting pressure down on C$J before getting off of him.

Mia Rayne: You made a match Mister “My head is too small so I have to act all big” that I personally don’t appreciate. The Legion doesn’t appreciate and quite frankly, I’m surprised that you have ANY support for. Belle Silva versus Alex Winter? News flash hot cheeks, it isn’t happening. The match is vetoed by the power invested in me by the great grease pool that is C$J!

The fans once again go crazy as Mia shakes her finger, circling the ring, her gaze forever centered on C$J and almost forgetting that Matt Knox still leaned in the corner.

Mia Rayne: So Chris, with that said; we have a sudden match opening at Chaos 100. Seeing as you’re a former world champion and former wrestler yourself, I personally think that it’s time you come out of retirement for one more match. But who should your opponent be? I hear Silvio Leon is hot right now, but he’s otherwise busy. OH! How about that chicky that dropped me on my head when I was just… A WEE bit angry, Adrienne Levi? Or what about…

She stops as she points at Matt, her eyes growing wide.

Mia Rayne: YOU! You look like a person who wants to beat the boss! You! You… You… What’s your name again?

Matthew quirks an eyebrow, before answering

Matt Knox: Matthew Knox. Don’t forget it.

Mia nods.

Mia Rayne: Mia Rayne. Nice to meet you. Yeah, YOU could be his opponent! Or… Or what about the man that almost KILLS his opponents? C$J, how do you feel about getting into a rat cage?

A devious smile plays against her lips but a look of confusion washes over Mia’s features as “She’s A Genius” plays and Belle Silva runs out to the ring mic in hand! She climbs in and nods at Matt before joining Mia, matching her gaze.

Belle Silva: I appreciate what you’ve done for me Mia and Zephyr does too. But… I’ve spent the last few weeks at my wit’s end. I’ve received help from not just you, but SO many different sources. Matt for starters. Mac Bane, Amber Ryan, all of them have reached out and offered to train me and…

She shrugs as she smiles at Mia.

Belle Silva: I’ve taken them up on it considering how many times my show gets interrupted. I want the chance to face off against C$J. It’s time the people’s voice sounded off against the crap boss that is C$J.

The fans go crazy, forcing Mia to jump in mock surprise. She smiles at Belle, a warm look as Knox stays put.

Mia Rayne: Well, I think I know what the right call is; but I also know the kind of person C$J can be. So, Chaos 100, Carnage’s resident DICKtator will take on the voice of The Legion, Belle Silva! Alex Winter, you are hereby banned from ringside for that match, but since you are just as oily as C$J’s hair, I am also making this a lumberjack match. The lumberjacks will all be volunteers, so to everyone in the back listening, hear me now…

Belle puts a hand on Mia’s shoulder, pulling her gently back from the camera and taking her space. Mia backs off and looks on at Belle with a new appreciation. She goes over to shake Knox’s hand. Knox accepts the handshake, a smirk on his features as he watches all of this unfold.

Belle Silva: Thank you Mia, SO much. But as the voice of The Legion, I figured it’d be best I put this request out there. To the people listening in the back, I invite you to ringside for my match at Chaos 100. Please make sure that we truly get to see what we all truly desire to happen; C$J finally getting what he deserves.

She tosses the mic down as the crowd goes absolutely ballistic, Mia running over and raising Belle’s arm in the air. Matthew claps from his corner, and strides to the prone C$J, picking up his sunglasses he replaces them on the boss’s face before heading to the ropes and sitting on the middle one, holding it open for his two companions. The two ladies join him as they all laugh at a fallen C$J.

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Terra Skye: Now I'm curious what Jon Willis is going to reveal at Chaos 100.

Johnny Vegas: Whatever it is, boss man didn't look too thrilled.

Terra Skye: I don't know, but I guess we'll find out on Chaos 100 in two weeks. But what about Mia Rayne being C$J's conscience?

Johnny Vegas: Oh Lord... I don't even have words.

Boy: FRISKY FRAPPE!

Terra Skye: ...

Johnny Vegas: RIGHT... Okay... Oh boy, well brace yourselves everyone, the next match features the masked freak Lord Raab going up against Mr. Texas, Mac Bane. This one is going to get ugly.

Terra Skye: This match is going to be the wrestling equivalent of two trains crashing into each other. Both men are over six feet tall. Both weigh in at nearly three hundred pounds. I'm honestly not sure if the ring can hold these two.

Boy: AN UNSTOPPABLE OBJECT MEETS AN IMMOVABLE FORCE!

Terra Skye: Let's head ringside and get this match underway!



Just as Terra Skye predicted, the match begins with both men running full force into each other, each attempting a shoulder block, and they collide in the middle of the ring like two freight trains hitting each other. They bounce off each other, stare each other down, nod, and run the ropes on the opposite side of each other. With even more speed heading into their collision, both men collide once again in the center of the ring, and the fans "Ooh" as the sound they make reverberates across the arena. But neither man goes down.

Johnny Vegas: Any normal man takes that shot and his shoulder isn't dislocated... it's powdered! I love it! Do it again boys!

Boy: DIE! CRY! HATE!

The two men look at each other, smirk, and motion to each other to continue the exchange. Mac Bane runs the ropes... but rather than running the opposite ropes, Raab charges after Bane! When Bane rebounds off the ropes, he rebounds right into Lord Raab's lifted knee! The fans boo at Raab pulling a fast one on the Cowboy, but Raab doesn't care one bit as he picks up Bane and hits him with a scoop slam, sending him hard back-first onto the unforgiving ring mat. With Bane laying down, Raab hits his opponent with a big Elbow Drop, immediately gets right back up, and quickly delivers a second. Bane writhes around in pain and is roughly hauled up to his feet.

Boy: THINK NEGATIVE TALK NEGATIVE FEEL NEGATIVE!

Raab locks his arms around Mac Bane's waist and hits a brutal German Suplex onto his opponent. Raab keeps the hold applied, roughly hauling Bane back up to his feet. Bane struggles to break free, nailing several vicious back elbow strikes to the sides of Raab's head, but Raab sends his opponent for a ride again, landing another huge German Suplex. And somehow, Lord Raab is still going. He lifts up Mac Bane for a third German Suplex, but this time, Bane counters it into a Stunner, finally breaking the hold and dazing his opponent. Bane bounces off the ropes and comes firing at Lord Raab with a Flying Knee Lift... but Raab counters with a European Uppercut! Bane goes down hard and Raab covers him!

Johnny Vegas: Listen to the sound of that hit that Bane just took right to the jaw! This match might be over already!


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TWO!!

And Mac Bane kicks out at two! Raab curses and hits his hand hard three times quickly, arguing with the referee. He then roughly picks up Bane by the hair, earning him a warning he pays no attention to. Raab sends Bane across the ring with an Irish Whip, and on his return, Raab fires off a big boot... but Bane baseball slides under Raab, catching and tripping his opponent! Bane quickly rolls backwards on top of the now-prone Raab and sinks in a Single Leg Crab! The fans cheer as Raab squirms on the mat! Raab lashes out with his free leg, catching Bane on the side of the jaw, but Bane keeps the hold applied! Raab kicks Bane in the face for a second time with his free leg! When Raab swings his big leg towards Mac for a third time, Mac catches the leg and now has a Double Leg Crab onto his opponent! The fans cheer as Raab yells in pain!

Johnny Vegas: Twist those legs right off that masked freak's body!

Terra Skye: Mac Bane is showing that he's more than just a big brutish powerhouse! This technical maneuver is doing some real damage to the big Lord Raab!

Raab grits his teeth and begins fighting and clawing his way towards the ropes, eventually extending a hand out and grabbing the bottom of the ring apron. The referee calls for Bane to break the hold, and to his credit, Bane immediately breaks his submission attempt. Raab clutches his back and legs in pain as he's rudely hauled up to his feet by Bane. Bane lifts the big man up and sends him down hard with an Atomic Drop! The force knocks Raab into the ropes, and when he rebounds off of them, Bane hauls him up and executes a terrific Gorilla Press Slam!

Johnny Vegas: Maybe he's got a few technical bones in his body, but Bane will always be a big hoss, and I don't think Lord Raab has ever been that far off of his feet ever in his life!

Terra Skye: These two men are a near-perfect match-up for each other, that's for sure.

Boy: BE THE STAGNATION YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD!

Bane grabs his opponent and sends the big Lord Raab up and over with a suplex. Bane springs back up to his feet and begins pumping up the crowd as he waits for his opponent to rise. Raab slowly gets to his feet, but when he does, Bane charges forward and hits Raab with a Running DDT! The fans cheer as Bane covers the big man and goes for the pin and the win!


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KICKOUT!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like there's still some fight in that aging relic!

Terra Skye: Can't say the same about you, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, don't you worry. Trust me. I can still go. Put me in a ring and I'd run circles around all this new blood that's infesting the place nowadays.

Terra Skye: So why don't you? Why not put on the wrestling boots and step into action one more time? All sorts of legends and stars are coming back to the ring for Chaos 100. Why not Johnny Vegas?

Johnny Vegas: Uh... Erm... Because my contract states I'm a commentator only. Yeah! That's right! I don't have a pro wrestler's contract, I have a commentator's! And now that we've got plenty of money pouring into CW, our new boss would have to bring out the big bucks if he wants to see me back in the ring!

Terra Skye: Whatever logic helps you sleep at night Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: I don't need logic to sleep at night. The Xanax does just fine.

Terra Skye: Of course.

Boy: LET THE WORLD CHANGE YOUR SMILE BUT DON'T LET YOUR SMILE CHANGE THE WORLD!

The action continues in the center of the ring as Lord Raab is once again hauled up by his opponent, Mac Bane. Raab is lifted to a position where he's on both knees and immediately fires a hard punch right into Mac Bane's gut. Bane winces and is moved several paces back, but fires back with a big forearm shiver to his opponent. Raab responds with another hard punch, and this time, Bane responds by wrapping his hand around Raab's neck. Raab is lifted to his feet... and wraps his hand around Bane's neck! The fans cheer as the two men circle around each other, each struggling for positioning, but eventually, Raab lets go and tries clubbing Mac Bane across the head. Bane absorbs the hit and lifts Raab up for a Chokeslam... but Raab counters into a DDT!

Johnny Vegas: And just like that the masked menace is back in control!

Boy: HOW WE DIE IS WHAT MAKES US FAKE!

Mac Bane gets up confused, not knowing that Raab is behind him, and Bane is sent flying across the ring courtesy of a Double Arm German Suplex! He lands hard on the mat, and Raab immediately runs the ropes and nails Bane with a Knee Drop right to the head! Raab gets right back up, runs the ropes again, and catches Bane with a second Knee Drop! Raab hauls up his opponent and hits Bane with a Piledriver! Raab goes for the cover!


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TWO!!!

KICKOUT! MAC BANE KICKS OUT!

Terra Skye: There's still plenty of fight left in the Cowboy, one of Carnage Wrestling's best ever champions!

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't go that far. I mean he had a few victories sure but right now the only thing Bane really has going for him is his relationship with Amber Ryan and the fact that some people like the cowboy look for some strange, moronic reason!

Boy: ALWAYS QUIT BECAUSE BAD THINGS HAPPEN FREQUENTLY!

Raab once again spends several precious seconds arguing with the referee, but eventually hauls Mac Bane up to his feet and throws him into a corner! Raab roughly hauls up Mac Bane onto the top rope and follows him up! The fans rise to their feet and cheer in anticipation as Raab sets Mac Bane up for a Everest German Suplex! But Mac Bane fights out of it! Bane lands several hard elbows to Raab's face and causes the big man to lose his balance and fall down hard onto the mat in the center of the ring! Bane hops down off the top rope and onto the apron, signaling for the end!

Terra Skye: This could be it, legion! Mac's signaling for The Bar!

Mac Bane charges into the ring for his finisher, the shotgun lariat he calls "The Bar"! But Raab latches an arm across Bane's throat! Raab attempts his signature maneuver, the Chokeslam he calls The Chokeinator! But Mac Bane counters! As Raab lifts Bane into the air, Bane spins and twists, landing behind Raab, and he sends Raab to the floor with a Neckbreaker! The fans cheer as Bane roughly hauls his opponent up, whips him into the ropes, and nails Raab with The Gold Standard! Bane goes for the pin and the win!


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TWO!!!!

And another kickout! Once again Lord Raab kicks out!

Johnny Vegas: They're not making it easy for each other! It started as a car crash and it's looking like it's going to end as one, and like any good car crash I can't look away!

Terra Skye: That says more about you than it does about the match, but I will agree the match has been an incredible display of power and brutality.

Boy: THE KEY TO FAILURE IS TO END AFTER YOU ARE DONE!

Bane nods, impressed at the resiliency of his opponent, and prepares his final salvo. He grabs up Lord Raab, shoots him off the ropes with an Irish Whip, and when Raab rebounds towards him, Bane catches Lord Raab with his Top Shelf maneuver, an incredible Pop-Up Powerslam!

Terra Skye: Look at the elevation! Lord Raab is 6'4''! And listen to that impact! That's 250 pounds straight down to the mat!

Raab looks down and almost out, and Mac Bane signals once more for his finisher! He goes outside onto the apron, and slowly, Lord Raab gets to his feet. Bane catapults himself into the ring... and he nails it! Mac Bane nails Lord Raab with The Bar! He covers the big man and goes for the win!


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TWO!!


THREE!!!



And Mac Bane does it! Mac Bane wins the match! Kelly Carmichael makes it official!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner... "THE COWBOY".... MAC BANE!!!!

Terra Skye: An incredible effort shown by both men, and I think both men gave us several new clips for their highlight reels tonight!

Johnny Vegas: And they both probably earned a trip to the hospital!

Boy: ART SHOULD DISTURB THE COMFORTABLE AND COMFORT THE DISTURBED!

Terra Skye: Well maybe so, but we know both men will be booked at Chaos 100 so let's hope they're ready for their respective challenges! Be back in a few!

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C$J limps back to his office as cameras cut back to him from commercial break. He looks worse for wear after everything he went through with Knox, then Mia, then Knox and Mia, and finally Belle. He scowls at the camera and pushes it away half heartedly as he enters into his office. His eyes widen with shock as Mia Rayne turns around slowly in his chair petting what C$J could only assume was an invisible cat.

Mia Rayne: Ah, Mr. St. James… I’ve been expecting you…

C$J waves at her with his hand before heading to his liquor cabinet. Taking the edge off seemed to be the best method of proceeding. Drink in hand he turns to Mia, his face glowing red due to her watching him, still in his custom made seat. She shifts her weight, watching him squirm as the squishy leather squeaks under her. Grumbling he takes a seat opposite her realizing he was in no position to be making demands.

C$J: Would ask you how you got here before me and WHY you’re here but…

He waves his hand dismissively and Mia leans back and laughs, kicking her feet up onto the desk and throwing papers everywhere in the process.

Mia Rayne: A good magician never reveals their tricks and in terms of my motives for being here? Well, we have personal matters to discuss.

C$J lets the ice clink in his glass slightly before taking another drink, not willing to answer yet. Mia smiles and leans back, putting her hands behind her head.

Mia Rayne: I want the bounty on Amelia.

C$J nearly spits out his scotch as he forces down a smile.

C$J: Don’t make me laugh... Really, it hurts too much.

His voice is cold, heartless, and unwavering. Mia shrugs her shoulders.

Mia Rayne: Had a feeling you were going to put up a fight. So here’s what is going to happen. You’re going to call off that bounty and you’re going to pay that money to me.

C$J scoffs as he takes another swig before replying.

C$J: And if I refuse?

Mia grins at him, getting to her feet and coming around to stand in front of C$J. She slowly and deliberately takes C$J’s drink and sniffs at it before taking a sip, making a face, and swallowing. Without a second thought she dumps the rest of the alcohol over C$J’s head, tosses the glass across the room, and leaps onto C$J’s lap like a kid on Santa. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in tight to whisper sweet little nothings in his ear.

Mia Rayne: Call off the bounty and I won’t report you making illegal bounties on your roster members to the proper authorities. Listen to ME and I won’t have to change the next Alex Winter match to Alex Winter versus C$J in a lingerie pillow fight. Listen to me, do what I say, and give me that money and I won’t have to make sure you pay with your health and well being.

Her voice has turned into a low and demon like growl before she pecks C$J on the cheek and holds her hand out.

Mia Rayne: Now, I’ll be taking that in cash. Otherwise you can pay however much more in order to avoid jail time. Your call, do NOT make me pull out the Jeopardy theme, because I can hum that all night if need be…

C$J stands up, getting into Mia’s face but knows there isn’t anything that can be done for it. With Mia watching his every move, C$J goes around to his desk and opens his safe, pulling out a couple stacks of bills. Mia stares at the piles as C$J tries to give them to her.

C$J: Ten thousand now get the hell out of my off…

He’s cut off by Mia putting a hand over his mouth.

Mia Rayne: Count. It. Out loud. Once I know for sure it’s all there, I’ll be out of your hair.

She smiles removing her hand and shoving him back down in his chair. He looks to try to get the last word in but Mia pulls her fork named Navi out and stabs it down on the desk, driving the tines into the sheet of paper closest to C$J’s hand.

Mia Rayne: NOW. Sooner you get this done, the sooner we can all go home. Don’t worry though, if you lose count we can start over from scratch, I don’t sleep that often…

Mia winks at the camera as they back out of C$J’s office, the boss’ voice weak with dismay counting out the bills individually for Mia Rayne.

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Matthew Knox sits alone in the training room, dressed in his ring gear with, hood drawn up to cover his head and doubled over with his elbows resting on his knees





Slowly, he leans back until he’s sat vertical, his eyes still cast on the floor. He checks his wrist tape, then the tape wrapped on his hands before standing, and shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie






He pulls a single playing card from his left pocket, and drops it on the floor before heading out. The camera zooms in slowly as the voiceover continues





The camera comes into focus on the Ace of Diamonds as Knox’s footsteps echo and the camera fades to black

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With one evil taken care of for the moment, Mia left C$J's office now focused and intent on their business with Su. They never even noticed the young blonde man leaning on the wall near the door. The figure, in a white bike jacket emblazoned with a stylised Triforce had turned their head as Mia walked by. They watched Mia march down the hallway. Breathing a sigh of relief the figure donned a red full face mask then stalked down in the opposite direction.

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Terra Skye: Wow. Mia is certainly pulling out all the stops to make our bosses life miserable.

Johnny Vegas: What a bitch.

Terra Skye: Of course you think that. But I think it's good that he's now got someone to keep him in check. Now... Do I think she's the right person? I'm not sure. But I'm willing to see where it goes, since it honestly can't be much worse than he was by himself.

Boy: WANNA BET ON THINGS!

Johnny Vegas: It's gonna all go to shit. By the way, didn't I see someone in the shadows during all that?

Terra Skye: I think you're seeing things.

Johnny Vegas: Fine, think I'm crazy but I bet someone's gonna get murdered.

Terra Skye: Oh my God... What I will say though is that look at Matt Knox prepping for this match coming up against Amber Ryan - Was very interesting.

Johnny Vegas: Is that fuck a poker player? Why hasn't he invited me to a game? Christ.

Terra Skye: Silvio had cards earlier and you bitched!

Johnny Vegas: THATS DIFFERENT!

Boy: DIFFERENCE OF THREE HUNDRED!

Terra Skye: Ugh... Let's just get into this match. It's gonna be a great one.



Knox and Amber stand on opposite sides of the ring initially, as the legion in attendance come to their feet. They keep their eyes locked on one another, as they each simultaneously begin unwrapping the tape from their hands. The legion screams louder as the brutality of the match goes up a full notch.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! Amber’s gonna bust his head open and finish what the Rat started now!

Terra Skye: I mean, Knox is unwrapping his hands too Johnny and you gotta think, if the Lab Rat King couldn’t put him down, what chance does Amber Ryan have?

Johnny Vegas: The best!

After discarding the tape, the two warriors begin circling one enough, closing in until they leap at one another in the center of the ring, trading rights and lefts. They both stand their ground until Amber nails Knox in the midsection, in those taped Ribs which backs the bigger man up and turns him around. As Amber goes to advance though, Matthew spins right back around and nails her with a discus elbow strike that staggers her backwards

Terra Skye: And Knox rocks the former champion!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck him! Lucky shot! Get on him Amber!!

Knox stays on Amber, wrapping her in a traditional Muay Thai Plum and bashing her face with knee strikes until she manages to get her guard up. Feeling her arms raise, Knox releases the Plum but snatches her around the waist and launches Amber across the ring with a release belly to belly suplex!

Johnny Vegas: How is this piece of shit bringing it this hard tonight?! Didn’t he fucking DIE?!

Terra Skye: My best guess is Knox is trying to prove that A) He can’t be stopped, not even by a Monster like Zane King. and B) A win here ends any discussion of whether he belongs in that upper echelon or if he’s among the “curtain jerkers” Ken Davison was on about in his last promo

Amber pulls herself to her feet, as Knox lingers back favoring his midsection against the opposite ropes. He pushes off them and charges in with a superkick but Amber ducks, running the ropes herself she leaps and nails Knox with a headscissors takedown! Matthew takes a moment to catch his breath and quiet the screams of his body, but Amber remains relentless as she bounces off the ropes, and leaps before driving both her knees into Matthew’s midsection!

Johnny Vegas: Attagirl! Send him back to Sinai!

Terra Skye: If he doesn’t protect himself better, she’s going to!

Boy: BABY BACK CRACK

Amber stands and stalks Matthew, waiting for him to rise and get to his feet. Knox pulls himself up on the ropes slowly, and is met with a hard Yakuza kick to his midsection! He yells out and doubles over which sets him up for Amber Ryan to nail The Calling Card! She quickly rolls Matthew onto his back and goes for the pin!

Johnny Vegas: THE END! THANKS FOR TRYIN MID CARD MATT!!!


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TWO!!

NO!! Matthew kicks out!!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck!

Terra Skye: Only two! Knox kicks out! He has no quit in him, Johnny!

Johnny Vegas: He does! And Amber’s gonna find it!

As Amber sits up to confer with the ref, Matthew curls up, favoring his ribs. Amber stands and goes to get Knox to his feet but he sweeps her legs out from under her! Feeling a second wind, Knox kips up and runs the ropes as the fans scream in approval! As Amber Ryan has gotten to her knees Knox nails her with a picture perfect shining wizard! He stands, and runs the ropes again! He goes for a lionsault but Amber gets her knees up! Knox bounces off them and yells out, instantly grabbing at his midsection as he rolls out of the ring

Terra Skye: Knox has taken a lot of punishment to his already punished ribs in this match, which means it’s gotta hurt to just breathe right now, let alone lift or strike!

Johnny Vegas: I hope she stops him breathing, period! THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO NOT INVITE ME TO POKER NIGHT!

On the outside, Knox pulls himself up on the apron only for Amber Ryan to fly in and nail him in the face with a baseball slide! Knox sprawls out, looking up at the arena lights before getting to his feet, just in time for Amber to leap over the ropes in an attempted Suicide Dive, but Knox catches her! With a running start, he bashes her face first into the ringpost before turning and nailing her with a hard powerslam to the floor outside, but it takes just as much out of him as it does her!!

Terra Skye: Desperation move by Knox, but it worked! Both competitors are down!

Johnny Vegas: Get up Amber! You got this!

Boy: NOB NOMUS DOMINE

Knox gets up first, rolling into the ring to break the count before rolling back out and pulling Amber to her feet. He slides her into the ring and stalks around her a moment, watching her get to her feet. He walks to the ropes opposite her and leans back against them, seeming to relax as he waits for her to vertical. When she does, they lock eyes, and nod silently before charging to the middle of the ring and trading soup bones once again!

Johnny Vegas: Look, I talk shit but Knox is a tough son of a bitch. That said, the last thing you wanna do is get into a fist fight with Amber Ryan? See! Look! He’s startin to bleed!!

Knox’s head begins bleeding as Amber has reopened the stitched bite wound on his forehead. Amber ducks a haymaker by Knox, and leaps up, dragging him down with a codebreaker! Knox’s spine bounces off her knees and he rolls away in pain but Amber stays on him! She leaps onto Knox and begins raining fists and forearms down onto Knox as he covers up the best he can.

Terra Skye: Momentum has firmly shifted to Amber Ryan as Matt Knox’s body may have taken all the punishment it can

Johnny Vegas: Knock him out!!

Knox manages to buck Amber off, and gets to a knee before she charges in but Knox bursts forth with a gigantic spear! The two of them are down now, laying next to one another as the referee checks on both. Knox’s forehead bleeds freely, and Amber favors her midsection but after a moment, the two warriors start getting vertical. One representing Carnage’s legacy, the other trying to usher in a New Age of Ultraviolence! They both square up, circling each other as the roof is near blown off the place.

Terra Skye: This is absolutely electric! These two have delivered once more for the legion

Johnny Vegas: Now Amber just needs to quit toying with Knox and put him down!

And so once again, the two warriors from different sides of the growing internal opposition of Carnage begin trading blows in the center of the ring, each with a hand behind the other’s heads as the forearms and fists fly. Knox manages to shove the smaller Amber away, and she charges back in with a white hot fury, and goes for a kick to Knox's injured ribs. Knox catches her foot and spins her around and locks on the cobra clutch! Amber fights off the hold as Knox tries for the Downfall, but Knox's midsection isn't cooperating with what he wants it to do. Ryan is feeling her chances slip out of her grasp as she reaches for the rope, but The Raven is still able to drag her back towards the center of the ring. Knox goes for the Cobra Clutch suplex again, but this time Amber counters by jumping backward, almost to help Knox, driving her own head into the mat but driving her own body weight down on through Knox as well! Knox still has a very weak clutch applied around Amber's upper-body, but both he and Ryan's shoulders are down on the mat as they both have parts of their body covering each other-

Terra Skye: Downfall!

Johnny Vegas: Mid card Matt didn't get all of it!! Amber Ryan's still on top of him!

Terra Skye: Yeah, but her shoulders are down, too! And Matt's arms are still wrapped around her! The referee's counting!

ONE!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!!




Johnny Vegas: So what the hell just happened?!

Terra Skye: Hold on, we're about to get word from Kelly Carmichael now.

Kelly Carmichael: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has informed me that both competitors shoulders were down on the mat and both held legal pins. Therefore, due to both pins happening simultaneously, this match has been deemed a DRAW!!!

Terra Skye: What a fucking match! That was a match worthy of a pay per view and we got it on Chaos 99! Wow.

Johnny Vegas: GOD DAMNIT!

Terra Skye: What? Both of these competitors put it all on the line here tonight. Matt Knox stood tall against our former world champ, even after the beating he took against Lab Rat King at Chaos 98 and Amber came in like a woman on fire, and showed Knox exactly why she's the former world champion first hand. This match may have ended in a no contest, but not for lack of effort on both their parts. I don't think this will be the last time these two meet - And I fully expect them to cross paths sooner, rather than later since we know they're both eyeing up that world title.

Johnny Vegas: Well next time Amber's gonna whoop that NON INVITATION GIVING ASSHOLES ASS!

Boy: ASSES IN SEATS! SEATS IN ASSES!

Terra Skye: Right... Well on that note, we'll be back after this break for tonight's main event!

...It is said no one's instinct is to ever look up. That is why no one had noticed the shape skulking about the rafters, like the Phantom of the Stadium, watching the match take place. It was a figure in a red mask and white motorbike jacket.

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


Johnny Vegas: For fuck’s sakes. Can’t we get through one show without this dumb fuck? If he wore a turtleneck, he’d look like a busted condom.

As the chorus begins, a spotlight simultaneously hits the entrance. Standing together with their respective titles held high in the air are the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, “Godly” Ken Davison and the self-proclaimed “Goddess of Ultraviolence” Kyra Johnson. They look at one another, heads held high.


Davison bows, motioning for Kyra to walk down the ramp first.


The two walk down to the ring, Marching with a purpose..As they get to the ringside area, Davison stops Kyra, allowing himself time to climb the ring steps and hold the ropes open for her. Kyra steps through the ropes, with Davison entering soon after.


“Godly” Ken Davison: Cut the Kendamned music!!

The music suddenly stops.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Chaos 100… the biggest event in the history of Carnage Wrestling. It is the biggest event in the history of Carnage Wrestling not because Jack Michaels is returning to the main event It is the biggest event in the history of Carnage Wrestling not because there have been 99 previous Chaos events. In fact, Chaos 100 isn’t even the most important event in Carnage Wrestling history, and it should be. You have the two most outstanding, upstanding role models in the world holding the top two championships in the company, and still, this is nothing more than your usual, everyday Chaos.

Davison takes a moment, allowing the crowd the time to boo him. Kyra looks over at Kyra who is keeping her eyes on the entrance.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Somebody… anybody… tell me I’m wrong. Here’s a hint. You can’t. Now, I had this whole thing planned out. I was going to come out here. I was going to tell you all the truths that you don’t want to hear. Then, I was going to taunt Jack Michaels for a bit, because friction increases buy rates. The funny thing is, all that’s going to happen. The difference is, this isn’t going to come from Ken Davison the “God.” This is going to come from Ken Davison the man. So, Jack, if you’re in the back, which I am sure that you are, start walking your ass out here and listen really close while you do.

Davison removes his robes, folding them carefully. Kyra offers to take them, but Davison mouths “I’ve got it.” before handing them to one of the ring crew on the outside.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Now, Jack, I know you are trying to do this whole knight in shining armor thing for Amber. I’m a parent, too. I get it. But, this whole song and dance you are doing about making this a non-title match? How dare you? Obviously, these last six months have changed you. Yeah, I know about the whispers coming from the back. I know what people are saying. You know what else I know? I know that Jack Michaels is a warrior. I know that Jack Michaels is a proud man. I know that Jack Michaels never gave two shits about what other people had to say. So, again I ask you, Jack. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?

Davison takes the Carnage Wrestling Championship from off of his shoulder, thrusting it at the nearest ringside camera to draw focus to the belt.

“Godly” Ken Davison: How dare you take this away from me? I admit to being a selfish man. I’ll be the first to tell you that I was absent that day in Kindergarten when they taught about sharing. Be that as is may, I have no problem defending this belt, Jack. In fact, I welcome the opportunity to be able to say I faced the best that Carnage Wrestling has ever had and defended my championship against him. But, you… you want to take that away from me. It’s not REALLY because you want to defend Amber Ryan’s honor. You want to take that away from me because you are afraid. The worst part? It’s that you're afraid of what a locker room full of whiny little bitches who haven’t earned their spot, a locker room that is suffering from diarrhea of the mouth and constipation of the brain, has to say. Here’s the deal, Jack. One way or the other, this title WILL be on the line. If you win, and you refuse the belt, I will step down and scratch and claw my way back to where I need to be.

Davison turns to the entrance ramp and points to the entrance.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Now, get your ass out here, Jack. I want to hear what you have to say.

Several seconds pass and no answer seems to be coming from the back. Ken seems to grow more and more impatient in the ring until a song not heard in the Carnage Arena in quite some time begins to play. The Metal Remix of O’Fortuna begins to blare over the loudspeaker as the Legion begin to perk up.

Terra Skye: Now that’s a song we haven’t heard for a long time!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, it’s a song about not being able to escape fate and I think fate is coming for that bald headed FUCK!

As the chorus begins to pick up, out from the back emerges a dour faced Jack Michaels with Amber Ryan right at his side. Amber is still in her ring gear while Jack wears a tucked in white CW Polo shirt over black jeans. He has a microphone in his hand as he stares down at the ring while a small but audible “Jack” chant starts up in the crowd. His eyes never leave Ken as he brings the mic up to his lips but continues to just stare.

Johnny Vegas: What uh… What’s Jack doing?

Terra Skye: I don’t know but he doesn’t look too happy at all.

After what feels like an eternity Ken yells out to Jack.

“Godly” Ken Davison: SAY SOMETHING!

We see Jack take a deep breath and shake his head.

Jack Michaels: It’s not a title thing. It’s not a Carnage thing. It’s not a you thing. What this is… it’s a me beating you to death thing and I’m tired of waiting to do it. I’m done talking.

Jack drops the microphone as the Legion ignites up. Even Amber seems surprised as Jack rips off his polo shirt and begins to stomp down towards the ring. Back in the ring, Kyra raises an eyebrow as Ken drops his title and begins to wave the former champion on. Amber catches up to Jack as he gets down to the apron and pulls himself up. Suddenly we see C$J emerge from the back with a microphone and litany of security guards sprinting towards the ring.

C$J: STOP THEM! THE LEGION NEEDS TO PAY FOR THIS ONE!

The security rush past Jack and Amber and rush into the ring, now forming a barrier between the four wrestlers.  Jack forces himself into the ring as Amber rolls in next to him. Security is now holding the two back as Jack continues to just stare daggers at Ken who refuses to back down. Amber seems to have some choice words for both he and Kyra as Kyra is now spouting things back to them. The Legion begins to chant “Let Them Fight!” as it’s getting way out of hand. Davison steps forward and onto the ring apron, pointing down at Michaels while Jack is still trying to get through security. The camera zooms in on Jack as the camera fades to black.

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We cut to backstage to see a close up shot of Harry Hampton. A bead of sweat comes down his forehead as he stares off to the left.

Harry Hampton: Ah, it's yewr move.

We pan over to a close up of Trent Steel. He takes off his shades and scowls slightly at Harry Hampton.

Trent Steel: You look nervous buddy.

We pan back to see both wrestlers, champion and challenger for tonight's main event, playing...Poker? Trent smirks as he puts down two cards and takes two from the top of the deck. Harry looks at his cards and then at the deck. He wipes his brow for a moment as he tries to glean something from Trent. Trent just sits there, cool as a cucumber.

Harry Hampton: Eh...Ah'll Stay.

Trent cocks and eyebrow and puts down his hand. A pair of kings and a pair of tens.

Trent Steel: So?

Harry Hampton: Ah'm not much of ah gambler, but Ah do know one ting.

Trent Steel: What's that.

Harry Hampton: Ewe got ah pair on yah, but dis...

Harry puts down his hand. A king...and four deuces. Trent scowls for a moment.

Harry Hampton: Es a bit more pungent Lad.

Trent Steel: Bravo. Well played Harry. And as agreed upon.

Trent reaches behind him and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. Harry reaches behind his chair and pulls out another. The two trade drinks.

Trent Steel: Looking forward to tonight.

Harry Hampton: Ah as well. Cheers.

We cut back to the stunned faces of the commentary team.

Terra Skye: Well...it's nice to see that some people still get along in the locker room.

Johnny Vegas: Why don't they bring me whiskey?

Terra Skye: That means they'd have to like you Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Hey! I'm likeable as hell.

Boy: ...

Johnny Vegas: Oh no jokes from you for once.

Boy: Best joke look in mirror.

Johnny Vegas: You suck...

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Johnny Vegas: FUCK KEN DAVISON! FUCK SECURITY! FUCK KYRA JOHNSON! LET THE MAN HANDLE HIS BUSINESS! HASN’T HE PROVED ENOUGH TO YOU FUCKS THAT THIS IS PERSONAL?!

Terra Skye: Calm down, Johnny! Take a breath. This is a rarity, but I honestly agree. Ken and Kyra deserve whatever comes there way from Jack, and Mac at Chaos 100.

Johnny Vegas: I Fucking Know they Do!! Don’t you think I know that?! God. I just...earlier this year, I loved that woman as much as I love Jack and to see it here? Makes me fucking sick that I lived this long.

Terra Skye: Well, for what it’s worth Johnny. I’m kinda glad you have.

Boy: FISH STICKS AND HAND GRENADES!

Johnny Vegas: SHUT UP ABOUT TRENT STEEL AND HIS STUPID FUCKING GAME WITH TERRAS STUPID FUCKING FIANCE!

Terra Skye: JOHNNY! Boy didn't say anything! Christ.

Johnny Vegas: .... Well I didn't like the way he fucking said whatever the hell he said... BUT ANYWAY... now we finally get to tonight's main event, featuring the Carnage CHAOS Championship! I'd say Harry Hampton signing up to defend his title against Trent Steel was the worst mistake of his life, but then again, he decided to marry you!

Terra Skye: Oh wow! So hilarious! How many divorces have you been through in your life, Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: ..No comment.

Terra Skye: Do you honestly expect me to value anything you have to say about my love life?

Johnny Vegas: If your standards are low enough to invite Harry Hampton into your bedroom, I don't expect anything out of you at all.

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The bell rings and the match begins with both competitors staring down each other in the middle of the ring. They lock up in the classic collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Hampton ducks under and grabs a waist lock on Trent from behind. He lifts Trent up and brings him down to the mat, then floats over him and locks in a headlock. Trent struggles to his feet in the headlock, then grabs Harry, lifts him high into the air, and throws him away. Harry lands on his feet and smiles as the crowd cheers. Trent smirks and the two men lock up again. Harry grabs a wristlock this time, wrenching on Trent's arm, as Trent tries a few back elbows to break the hold, strikes that Harry ducks. Trent then rolls forward, kips up, and reverses the wristlock into a wristlock of his own as the fans cheer.

Johnny Vegas: What the hell are they even doing?! Start ripping each other's heads off!

Terra Skye: There's no bad blood between the two. This is just a friendly match between two of Carnage Wrestling's top competitors. And it looks like Harry wants to make it a technical match, with Trent seemingly willing to oblige him. A lot of people seem to forget, but Trent Steel does have a technical background.

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Harry winces in pain as Trent wrenches in the wristlock with a determined look on his face, and the camera catches him mouthing "This is what you wanted" to Harry. Harry nods and springs up into the air, catching Trent's head on his way down and breaking the hold by nailing Trent with a Flying Snapmare Takeover. Trent lands hard on his back but immediately flips himself over to try to get to his feet, but in the scramble Harry locks in a headlock and keeps Trent down. Trent stamps his feet as Harry tightens his grip, and Trent counters by grabbing Harry around the waist and turning over, forcing Harry into a pinning predicament!


ONE!

The referee's hand doesn't even get to two before Harry kicks out with his feet and rolls back to his base, still holding his headlock on Trent Steel. Trent gets to a standing position and Trent fights out of the hold by lifting Hampton up and tossing him over his shoulder... but Hampton lands on his feet, goes to his butt, and quickly hits a School Boy Rollup on Trent Steel!


ONE!

And now it's Trent Steel that kicks out at one! The fans cheer as Harry Hampton smirks at Trent Steel and Trent Steel shakes his head! The two men slap hands in a mutual show of respect and lock up once again!

Johnny Vegas: Y'know, the more I see of whatever the hell it is they're trying to do, the more I kinda like it.

Terra Skye: You're kidding me. Mr. Blood and Guts is a fan of technical wrestling?

Johnny Vegas: I'm a man of many tastes! Sometimes it's nice to have a change in pace! Feed a man steak every day and one day the tastiest meal in the world to him will be a greasy cheeseburger. Variety is the spice of life and I like things spicy.

Terra Skye: Is that why it burns when you pee?

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Harry locks up a headlock on Trent Steel, but Trent immediately shoves Harry away and into the ropes. Trent Steel ducks down for a Backbody Drop, but Harry Hampton floats over him and continues running the ropes! Harry rebounds towards Trent again and Trent drops to his belly, but Harry floats over him once again and continues running! Trent quickly gets to his feet, and Harry flies into him with a Crossbody... and Trent Steel catches Harry Hampton! Trent nods and in a great display of sheer power he throws Harry Hampton up and over himself, and as Harry falls behind him, Trent catches Harry with a hard Samoan Drop!

Harry clutches his back in pain and he's roughly hauled up and put in a bearhug by Trent Steel! The fans show their support by chanting "HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" as Trent Steel wrenches on the hold and Harry cries out in pain! Showing his impressive strength once more, Trent Steel lifts Hampton into the air with his bearhug still applied! And Harry begins countering! Harry wraps his legs around Trent Steel, then snakes an arm through Trent Steel's body lock! Harry then wrenches in a Guillotine Choke!

Terra Skye: It's a test of wills! If Harry can hang on and bear the pain, he'll choke Trent unconscious if Trent doesn't let go of that bearhug! Come on Harry! I know you can do it!

Just as Terra Skye predicted, both men are in a battle of wills, and eventually, Hampton's perseverance causes Trent Steel to break his bearhug in order to save himself from being choked unconscious. He slams Harry Hampton hard onto the mat, attempting to break the hold, but not only does Hampton keep the hold applied, he rolls Trent over! Trent Steel now finds himself locked in a Mounted Guillotine! He kicks out with his legs in desperation and manages to flip Hampton over onto his back!

But the choke is still being applied, and Trent Steel is dangerously close to going out! In a last-ditch effort, Trent Steel places a forearm directly on Harry's throat and begins grinding it into the soft flesh of Harry's neck! Harry winces in pain and lets up on the hold just enough for Trent to pop his head out of the Guillotine! Trent takes a deep breath of air, and immediately leans back and grabs Harry Hampton in a leglock! Harry tries to counter by locking Trent's legs up in a leglock of his own, but Trent Steel boots Harry Hampton right in the face and keeps his leglock applied! Hampton struggles, clearly in a lot of pain, and uses his free leg to roll himself and his opponent over, again and again, until the two competitors collide with the bottom rope. The referee forces a rope break and both men get back to their feet and stare each other down as the fans cheer.

Johnny Vegas: Both seem to be pretty evenly matched so far. I have to wonder when Trent will switch things up and go back to the brawling style everyone knows him for. Trent's got a pretty inflated opinion of himself so I know he's getting off on trying to beat Harry at his own game, but it looks like Harry is actually winning most of these exchanges.... And it makes me SICK!

Terra Skye: I'm sure Harry has prepared for that and has Trent scouted. But if Trent Steel wants to continue to play into Harry's strengths, I'm all for it.

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Both men meet in the center of the ring and engage in another classic collar-and-elbow tie up. Trent breaks the hold, sneaks around the back, and locks in a waist lock on Harry, clamping down hard. Harry attempts to break the hold by pulling apart Trent's wrists, but when that doesn't work, he makes himself as compact as possible and suddenly drops down, breaking the hold, and as he falls, Harry twists, turns, and hits Trent with a drop toe hold. Harry floats over and grabs a facelock, but Trent shoots an arm through and escapes out the back, snatching up one of Harry's arms in the process. Before Harry can react to what is happening to him, Trent Steel locks in a La Magistral Cradle and pins the CHAOS Champion!


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TWO!!

Trent Steel nearly wins the CHAOS Championship with a La Magistral Cradle, but Hampton manages to kick out at two! Trent springs back up to his feet, but Harry Hampton hits an ankle pick and sends Trent Steel back down to the mat, where he quickly covers him!


ONE!


TWO!!

And Harry Hampton almost succeeds in defending his CHAOS Championship with a quick pin, but Trent Steel kicks out and shoves Harry off of him! The two men quickly get back up to their feet and head towards each other... but when Harry tries another collar-and-elbow tie-up, Trent Steel elbows him right in the jaw!

Johnny Vegas: And it looks like the gloves just came off! I knew that bastard couldn't wait!

Harry Hampton is whipped around at the force of the unexpected blow, and Trent Steel capitalizes by hitting Harry with a German Suplex! Harry gets sent for a ride and lands hard on his back in the center of the ring! Trent roughly hauls the CHAOS Champion up and sets him up for a Powerbomb! Trent lifts Harry up and into the air, but Harry counters, vaulting himself up and over his opponent and hitting a Sunset Flip! But the referee doesn't even get to make a count as Trent immediately rolls through on the Sunset Flip, and with Harry in a seated position, Trent Steel nails a dropkick right to Harry Hampton's jaw!

Trent waits for his opponent to rise, and when Harry does, Trent runs the ropes and nails Harry with a Running Shoulder Tackle! Hampton hits hard on the mat and Trent Steel follows him down with a harsh Elbow Drop! Steel then grabs Hampton by the legs, hauls him to the center of the ring, and locks in a Boston Crab! Once again the fans try to motivate Harry by giving him all their support as the CHAOS Champion grimaces in pain!

Terra Skye: Come on Harry! You can do this! I believe in you!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like Harry Hampton will be needing a visit to a chiropractor after tonight! Or maybe a nice Thai massage parlor! I know a few places...

Terra Skye: Of course you do.

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With a supreme effort, Harry drags himself over to the ropes and grabs them, and to his credit, Trent Steel immediately breaks the hold. He hauls his opponent up into a corner of the ring, kneeing him once in the gut to keep him in position. Trent runs to the center of the ring and then dashes back towards Harry Hampton with a Flying Knee... but Harry catches him with the Harry Cutter! The fans cheer as Harry quickly capitalizes on his amazing counter by snatching Trent Steel up and hitting him with a Michinoku Driver!

And Harry's still going! Harry ascends to the top rope and waits for his opponent to get up! Trent Steel gets up and can't find his opponent anywhere, so he turns around, and when he does, Harry Hampton goes flying off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick! Trent Steel goes down hard, and Harry Hampton's still not done! Harry caps off this offensive flurry with a spectacular Lionsault! And he goes for the pin and the win!


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TWO!!

KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!!!

Terra Skye: No! So close! This match continues!

Harry Hampton get himself and his opponent back on their feet, nodding in respect at Trent's resilience... and setting him up for the House Rules! Harry Hampton attempts his Ripcord Knee "House Rules" signature maneuver... but when he whips Trent Steel around, Trent Steel pulls Harry forward and blasts him with a Superkick! Harry goes down hard! Trent Steel picks his wounded opponent up and blasts Harry Hampton with a vicious Powerbomb! Harry Hampton is down flat on his back and Trent Steel goes to the top rope! The fans watch in amazement as Trent Steel flies off and catches Harry with the Blackwinged Angel, his version of the 450 Splash! Harry goes for the pin and we might just have a new CHAOS Champion!


ONE!


TWO!!

And now Harry Hampton is the one that kicks out at two and a half!

Johnny Vegas: Resilient little bastard isn't he? That's probably how he got you to agree to date him and later agree to marry him huh? Just too stupid to know when to quit and like a wave crashing against a rock for a couple million years he just wore ya down?

Terra Skye: He got me to agree to marry him by being the kindest, sweetest, most caring, most dedicated, and most amazing person I've ever met in my entire life. I know he'll be watching this tape to try and better himself and further hone his style once this match is over, so I'd like to take this opportunity right now to just say once again that I love you Harry and I'm proud of you.

Johnny Vegas: God I think I'm going to vomit.

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Johnny Vegas: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Trent Steel loudly curses, then shakes his head and chuckles. He then nods several times, and a determined look appears on his face. He hauls his opponent up and onto his shoulders in a Crucifix Powerbomb position, and the fans rise to their feet, knowing what's coming! Trent Steel charges into a corner of the ring, hoping to hit his "The Eradication" finisher... but at the last second, Harry reverses it into a Huracanrana, sending Trent end-over-end straight into the turnbuckles! Trent lands hard and flops to the mat! Harry drags him to the center of the ring and flips him over onto his back! Harry blows a kiss to Terra, then climbs the top rope and hits the Terrasault onto Trent Steel! Hampton covers Trent right in the middle of the ring and the referee counts the pinfall!


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TWO!!!!!!

KICKOUT! TRENT STEEL KICKS OUT AT TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!

Johnny Vegas: Harry Hampton's too stupid to know when to quit and Trent Steel is just too stupid in general! Feeling nervous about your boyfriend maybe coming back home tonight without some gold wrapped around his waist? I know I'm nervous about either of these fucks being champ... Yuck.

Terra Skye: The title belt doesn't define Harry. He'll still be the wonderful man I fell in love with, with or without the CHAOS Championship. But I know how much the title means to him, so yes, as if you care at all, but yes, I'm nervous. There. I said it.

Johnny Vegas: Y'know, it's not as fun for me if you just come out and admit it like that.

Terra Skye: Oh believe me, I know. That's why I said it.

Johnny Vegas: Well... Fuck.

Boy: TONIGHT'S CARNAGE WRESTLING IS SPONSORED BY YOUTUBE PREMIUM! BECAUSE YOUTUBE DOESN'T MAKE ENOUGH MONEY ALREADY, WITH EIGHT ADS DURING A TEN MINUTE VIDEO! FEATURING YOUTUBE MUSIC! BECAUSE IF YOU WANT THE PRIVILEGE OF PLAYING MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE YOU DO OTHER THINGS, YOU BETTER BE READY TO PAY UP!

Both Harry Hampton and Trent Steel slowly get to their feet and stare each other down as the fans cheer. They nod at each other, bump knuckles in respect, and Trent Steel points downward at the center of the ring, and Harry nods in understanding. Both men meet in the middle of the ring and begin exchanging chops! The fans "WOO!" for Trent and "AYE!" for Harry as two of Carnage's best stand in the center of the ring trading hard shots. They chop each other's chests purple, and Trent Steel breaks the exchange by attempting a Superkick! But Harry catches it and executes a Dragonscrew Legwhip! And he keeps his hold on Trent's leg as Trent is whipped hard to the mat!

With Trent Steel down on the mat and Harry Hampton standing over him and holding his leg, Harry Hampton succeeds in putting Trent Steel in the Hampton Lock, his version of the Sharpshooter! The fans cheer as Trent Steele yells in pain and attempts to break the hold! But he's in the center of the ring and not going anywhere! Trent arches his back up and Harry Hampton clamps down and keeps the hold applied!

Using a last-ditch desperation maneuver, Trent Steel shifts his weight, grabs one of Harry's ankles with both hands, and roughly hauls Harry's ankle backwards while pushing forward with his own legs! Harry Hampton goes down, and the two men are in a tangle of limbs on the mat, fighting for position! And somehow, Trent Steel reverses the position! Trent Steel counters Harry Hampton's Sharpshooter finisher with his very own variation of the Sharpshooter, the X-Treme Prejudice! Harry Hampton fights and struggles, and does his very best, but he's got nowhere to go! He ends up tapping out! The referee signals for the bell and Kelly Carmichael makes it official!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner and NEW CHAOS CHAMPION... TRENT STEEL!

Johnny Vegas: I guess it's not a "gyood dai" after all huh Terra?! The era of Harry Hampton as a champion is over! Couldn't have come soon enough if you ask me! But oh God... Now Trent Steel is the champion.... *Gag*

Terra Skye: It was a hard fight and an amazing match. Harry has so much to be proud of. You'll be an asshole forever Johnny Vegas, but Harry Hampton? Harry will bounce back from this loss and come back better than ever. Just you wait.

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Trent Steel gets up and takes a deep breath. The fans are on their feet cheering both competitors. Harry rolls out of the ring and grabs his title. He rolls back into the ring and looks down at his belt. He worked so hard for it. He's a bit overcome by emotions as he hands Trent the title and starts to leave.Trent grabs Harry's arm and spins him around. He holds up Harry's arm and the fans start chanting his name.

Terra Skye: Sportsmanship and honor from both competitors.

Johnny Vegas: Makes me sick.

BOY: HAIL TO THE CHIEF!

We see C$J walk out to the ringside area with a microphone in hand

C$J: Get out of the ring. Come on. We got a few more minutes to fill and something more important than you two.

Trent calls for a microphone as Harry heads to the back.

Trent Steel: So...hear back from my list yet?

C$J glares at Trent.

C$J: I called everyone on it. Everyone said no Trent. So you're just gonna be booked in the opening match of the show...and then you can get the hell out of the building for all I care.

"The Legion" boos C$J, he looks like he is shocked at everyone's reaction. 

C$J: Hey don’t blame me. I tried, I really did. The truth is Trent, no one wanted to face you.

I tried calling Sabiru, Freedom Kid, Phoenix Matsuda, Brian Blood, Chaos, Jet Somers, Phantasm,
and Jesse Jamester. I called them, emailed them, Whatsapped them, but they all said the same thing.
They don’t care and won’t be coming to Chaos 100. So I guess no big match for you old timers eh?

"The Legion" makes their voices heard like a bunch of metalheads at a Slipknot concert. They start throwing things at C$J who tries to duck.

C$J: Don't shoot the messenger you cretins!

Trent Steel: I have noticed you left a few names off of your list. There is one person in particular.

C$J: Yes, I did try to ask Melody Lennox if she would come back for one night only, but she politely declined. I can’t blame her because she is such a classy lady.

Trent Steel: Not her, HIM! You know who I am talking about.

C$J: He isn’t even worth mentioning. He is almost as old as Jack Michaels. Besides, everything I sent didn’t go through. I tried Trent, I really did. It is out of my hands and there is nothing either of us can do about it. I have to have the matches sent up ASAP. So get out of the ring and...

Trent Steel: I don’t believe you!

C$J: Trent, I am-

Before C$J can say anything else, the lights in the area go pitch black. What seems like eternity is only a few seconds. The riffs of Dimebag Darrell’s guitar starts followed by Rex and on the bass and Vinnie Paul on the drums. Phil Anselmo’s vocals kick in as the spotlight from the arena flashes around looking for someone.



Johnny Vegas: WHAT!?!?!

Terra Skye: HOLD ON! HOLD ON!

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!

The spot light finally lands on Tweeder who is on the balcony level smoking a cigarette with a microphone in one hand and an open beer in the other while trying to juggle some haggis tacos. He has a look that could kill.



Terra Skye: I don’t believe it!

Johnny Vegas: What is he doing here!?!?!

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!!

Terra Skye: I don’t know, but it has been two years since we last saw him.

Johnny Vegas: He is probably out living on the streets which is why C$J couldn’t contact him.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!!

Terra Skye: We get it Boy you don’t like Tweeder. Why does he hate Tweeder?

Johnny Vegas: Everyone should hate Tweeder, but for some reason when Boy first joined Carnage, he hated Tweeder. We never did figure out why.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!!

The crowd surrounding him goes absolutely crazy as Tweeder chugs the beer before tossing the foamy, empty can into the crowd! Trent Steel is now smiling with C$J in a state of shock. The crowd has finally figured out what Trent meant when he said ‘him’. A C-Dub chant breaks out while the music is still playing.



The music finally stops and Tweeder finally puts out the cigarette before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Tweeder: Hey Slapdicks. Did you miss me? I know I have missed Haggis Taco Tuesday. This is shit is good. If you haven’t tried them yet, there are still some out at the concession stand. Amy Jo Smyth is really missing out. Oh shit, I am not here to plug Haggis Taco Tuesday which you can also order off the Carnage Wrestling Instagram page via Uber Food.

Now Trent, I understand you are a bit upset and rightfully so. You see, a little birdie told me what you did and obtained a copy of the names on that list of yours. I decided to check out that list of yours and see if C$J hand in fact contacted them. He was telling the truth when he said the people he contacted declined your invitation.

C$J who is straining his neck to look at the balcony is growing redder than a Blister Twister.

C$J: Who said you could have that list!!! That is property of Carnage Wrestling!!!

Tweeder: Well seeing as I still own 10% of Carnage Wrestling as my Legend contract stipulates, I can have a copy of the list. Now that being said C$J, do you know why everyone on the list declined your invitation?

C$J: No, why? Why don’t you tell everyone why Trent Steel can’t have a match at Chaos 100. Go ahead I am listening.

Trent Steel: Oh this will be good.

Tweeder: Sure, I will let everyone know. I told them to!

Now Trent Steel is pissed and fuming. C$J who was annoyed is now hunched over laughing. He starts to point to Trent in the ring and mocks him. The crowd is now turning on Tweeder.

Terra Skye: Why would Tweeder do that?

Johnny Vegas: I love it!

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!

Now while Tweeder is dodging the beer and other objects being thrown at him, Tweeder starts speaking again.

Tweeder: Hey! Let me finish! I told them to decline the offer because I saw MY name was on the list. So I figured to do some investigating on what is going on and here I am. I figured I should be civil enough to deliver my answer in person.

Now it is Trent’s turn to laugh at C$J whose mouth is wide open in shock. No one can believe the turn of events.

Tweeder: Now Trenton, before I give you my answer, I do wish to inform C$J about my contract. IF I hypothetically were to accept the match, then my opponent and I would get to choose the type of match we want. So in theory, our match could last all week if we so wanted to be. Like I said, it can be anything. It could even be a title match. Basically the options are limitless which makes for some good ratings and money. Quite frankly, I was a bit shocked by your attitude towards Trent Steel.

Trent Steel: Get to the fuckign point. We don’t need to hear a public announcement about your Haggis Taco Tuesday which you can also order on the Official Carnage Wrestling Whatsapp number. They aren’t that bad. So what are you going to do Tweeder?

C$J: You two are shilling...and I respect that but, and I can’t believe I am saying this, but I agree with Trent. Shut up and tell us what you want!!!!

Tweeder: There are a lot of things I want such as I want to see Trent Steel in an anything goes match with no time limit which means his match can last all night as long as it stays in the City of Baltimore. Oh and the Chaos Title is on the line too. Oh and it will happen at Chaos 100.

Trent Steel: Get on with it will ya?

Tweeder: Why are you so impatient Trenton? Now to the question you had asked about if I wanted a match with you at Chaos 100, the answer is….I ACCEPT YOU CRAZY MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!

The Legion lets out a roar of approval. These two have only truly faced off one time before in a ultraviolent brawl that was epic. Trent smirks.

Trent Steel: Well then...As The Chaos Champion...I accept...and once again...you get to...DIE TWEEVER!!

Tweeder: Your ass is mine Trent!

C$J: Fine! Damn it I don't care anymore! Just both of you get the hell out of the arena!

"The Legion" lets out a gasp of excitement as both men stare down each other. Last time the arena couldn't contain them...can the whole city of Baltimore keep them contained?

Terra Skye: Holy shit! What a way to end the show! We'll see you at CHAOS 100! Lord, what an amazing accomplishment for Carnage Wrestling! See you in two weeks folks!!!

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In the Carnage Arena parking lot, Alex Winter walks out to his slick gunmetal sports car- an expensive model, but of course, only the best would do for the leader of the Wild Cards. Slipping his hand into his pocket for his keys, he suddenly paused.

There was a sound in the quiet dark, the distinct cadence of boots on pavement heading in his direction from the shadows. In fact, it seemed like part of the shadows pulled away, a pitch black figure running toward him.

Cursing, Alex bolts, the figure pursuing him into a nearby alley. Winter’s muscles tense, likely about to give his assailant a taste of Brazillian Ju-Jitsu, until something gleaming-bright and deadly sharp pops from the figure’s hand- the well honed blade of a switchblade knife.

??: Don’t move a fucking muscle unless you want that muscle sliced in two.

Thinking better of attacking an armed thug who seemed to mean business, Alex looks at his assailant as if trying to figure out their identity. No such luck- their clothes are all black from head to toe, hands gloved, face and hair concealed under a balaclava. Even the eyes are hidden behind dark glasses.

??: Your keys, wallet, and phone.

Winter: You’ve got to be fucking kidding m--!!!

The figure lunged forward, the blade of the knife pressing against WInter’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

??: NOW.

Winter: Fuck! Alright, fine!

The requested items are dropped at the figure’s feet, the keys clinking sharply.

Winter: Fine, happy now?

??: Your clothes. All of them. Every stitch.

Winter: What? You fucking freak, why do you want my--

The figure leaned forward, flashing the knife. Rubbing at his neck and grumbling furiously, cheeks flushed from rage and humiliation, Winter hands over his suit- jacket, pants, shirt, shoes, even down to his custom designer underwear. The figure gathers all this up in their arms, and nods.

??: Much obliged. Enjoy your walk home, Mr. Winter.

Without another word, the figure slipped into Alex’s car and sped off to who knows where.

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CHAOS 99 CREDITS:

Opening - Knox

Segment - ...Bubblegum, Boss Man... - Jazzy/Mia

Segment - A Better Class than You! - Carl

Match 1 - Eli Goode Vs. Steve Matthews - Knox

Segment - The Countdown Has Begun! - Mia

Segment - Yours Hatefully! - Matthews

Match 2 - Levi/The Dragon Lady Vs. Gunn/Hawke - Scott

Segment - Moon in the House of the Rising Sun - Silvio

Segment - Beyond the Belle - Mia/Jess

Match 3 - Ahyma Vs. Justin Case Vs. Kat Jones - Scott

Segment - The Goddess and the Cowboy - Jim/Barbie

Segment - Nutshots and Cheapshots - Jay/Carl

Match 4 - Mitch Heart Vs. Dominick Strife - Knox

Segment - The Truth is a Three Letter Word - Oliver

Segment - Clauses, Santa and Otherwise - Mia/Knox

Match 5 - Lord Raab Vs. Mac Bane - Oliver

Segment - One More Thing - Mia

Segment - Crazy, Shining Diamonds - Knox

Segment - The Unknown - John Doe

Match 6 - Amber Ryan Vs. Matt Knox - Knox

Segment - What This Is - Ken/Dustin

Segment - Tensions Rising - Jay/Raggy

Match 7 - Harry Hampton Vs. Trent Steel - Oliver

Segment - Nostalgia Answers the Call - Jay/Chris

Segment - No Rest for the Wicked - Jess

-CREDITS - Barbie

Segment - Problem - Knox/Jazzy

Segment - Don't Need no Water - Jess


Judges: Barbie (YOU PEOPLE ARE KILLING ME)
Commentary: Barbie, Oliver, Knox, Scott

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Matthew Knox stared at his reflection in the men’s shower area as he finished changing into his street clothes. He runs a finger over the fresh bandage on his forehead, courtesy of Amber Ryan. A small smirk cracks his features before he hauls up his gym bag and heads out to the hallway. He walks at a relaxed pace, toward the main exit. He stops just short, and drops his old adidas gym bag on the floor next to him, and leans against the wall as he starts scanning the faces, waiting.

He would not have time to talk with any of them at One Hundred, and he was sure she wouldn’t be in Baltimore until then. So, no time like the present. After talking with Mac, he knew this conversation needed to happen. Just not until after the fight. Never good to muddy the waters against someone that’s already so dangerous.

Lingering towards the back of the exiting crowd- Amber shifted her duffel bag on her shoulder, her hair was still damp after a shower and the signs of a hard fight with Matt Knox bloomed against her skin.

Catching sight of the waiting Matt, she took a moment to pause as though deciding whether acknowledgement were a good idea or whether she should clench her fists in preparation for another fist fight.

"Why do I get the feeling that it's not Christmas you're waiting for?"

A half smile broke across her features, her hand clasping a little tighter against the bags strap. Knox shifts his own gym bag with his foot, meeting her gaze. He allowed himself a smile as well, before replying.

“To be fair, you both are red on top. And if the job ever opened up, I bet the chimney sliding would suit you much better than Saint Nick.”

He decided against laughing at his own joke. His body complained with any extra shift he allowed it, between the vicious assault of Zane King and the cement blocks Amber Ryan had at the end of her wrists, he was decidedly worse for wear.

“I just figured, I had a talk with Mac. I’ve been at odds with Jack. Said what I have about the people you all seem to dislike...and if i’m honest, positioned myself pretty much juxtaposed to you outside of our feelings for the boss...I”

He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly before continuing.

“I don’t know. I guess I got too much respect for you, to keep on this path without at least looking you in the eye and talking shit out. See where we stand, face to face.”

Amber, decidedly amused by the statement allows her own bag to drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Stretching out her shoulders slightly and allowing something in her back to pop, she allowed a small chuckle to escape.

"You really are something else. I mean, you wanna do this here or are we taking this into somewhere the walls don't potentially have as many ears.

I mean I haven't got anything to say I wouldn't tell anyone else around here- but I know you have the habit of making friends with your… opinions… dare I say."

Scuffing her sneaker against the floor, the redhead shifted her stance into something far more casual. Matthew allowed himself that chuckle now, his head bowing in an almost boyish sheepishness as a grin, rather self satisfied, spread across his face

“Yeah, that’s me. Making friends and influencing people, here at Carnage.” He quipped, before continuing. “I’ve got an engagement to get to before long, so while I’d love to share a drink with you, especially for our opinions to become blunter and more honest...I’d rather not show up where I’m going looking like I’ve been in two fights with Amber Ryan, when lord knows one is enough”

He raises his hands in a display of mock surrender, before continuing, “But niceties aside. I saw your tweet, your mea culpa. And without playing at knowing you any better than the stranger I am, It isn’t you. I’m not going to preach to you on the faults of Jack Michaels, but I will tell you this,” he takes in a breath, before speaking, “This...fog about you. Whatever it is, if it’s anything more than my imagination. I hope it’s temporary. Because, in one of my many opinions, You’re one of maybe two people here I think can be a ‘problem’ for me, and what i’m trying to do. And when you become that problem, I don’t want a ‘lite’ version of it”

He pauses, shaking his head “Fuck, i’m long winded when I want to be. Apologies.”

Cocking her head to the left, the glint of something mischievous crosses the blue-green eyes of the Painted Hurricane.

"Fog, huh? Is that what we're calling it. If I'm not a problem for anyone I figure I'm not doing my job properly- let's be blunt for a minute if that's not going to offend your 'niceties'... I haven't been quite thinking straight for months, couldn't tell you which way was up for weeks on end.

Preach what you will but there's always more to every story than what you see written on a page…"

Her smile fades slightly as the cogs turn audibly in her head.

"... While I appreciate your point of view on my 'mea culpa' and all, the vote of confidence if you will- you're wrong.

Perspective is subjective darl, and it's easy to ignore fact when the narrative wants to skew."

Straightening up into perhaps what would classify as the version of Amber the world is used to seeing, something a little harsher and closed off, she goes to pick up her bag sensing the conversation veering in a direction perhaps unplanned. Rather brazenly, Knox reaches a boot out and steps upon the strap to her gym bag.

“Listen, Amber.” His tone has taken on an edge now, niceties mostly abandoned, “Narrative aside, you and me are after the exact same thing. And with this….whatever you want to call it going on, with my friends? We’re on opposite sides twice over. Hell, we went into the ring tonight and the first thing we do? Untape our knuckles.”

He removes his boot, and regains his smile “It’s about the nicest thing to happen to me this month, that display of honesty. Vitriol. Violence? It’s refreshing. So let me repay the honesty.” He pushes off the wall, and stands square across from her “I’m done being denied here. After One Hundred, whoever has that accursed belt...i’m going to take them out, and take it. And if you’re in the way. I’m going to run through you, just like I would anyone else. And I guess all I’m asking is...don’t make it easy.”

In spite of the tone and assertive display, Amber gives Matt what might pass as a sweet smile… the destructive kind, distorted and to most- possibly the last thing they usually see before their eyes swell shut. It's a smile not recently seen on the redhead, but one entirely unforgettable.

"Just hope I don't get my hands back on it first… darl."

Matthew nods once in response, lifting his gym bag and slinging it over his shoulder, “Be seein ya, Champ.” he remarks as he heads out the exit.

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An empty lot a few blocks away from Carnage Arena. Something a lot of fans and competitors would drive past on their way out and back to their homes and hotel rooms.

A car is on fire. A swanky sports car, gunmetal with yellow trimming, metal frame warping and glass cracking in the heat. A few empty plastic gasoline canisters are melting nearby, proof of an accelerant not bothered to be hidden.

It’s hard to see and harder to make out, but tucked under the windshield wipers, a single playing card is being quickly burnt to ash.

The Ace of Hearts.



OOC: *****As Always, Feedback is available (I can't promise mine is any good, but I try) to you if you want it, just message me and (possibly remind me if I forget) I'll get it to you asap! Looking forward to Chaos 100!*****