Chaos 100 PPV Special Results

Boy: ONE HUNDRED TACOS FOR TWEEVER DIE!

Terra Skye: ...Not the way I imagined that we'd start of this HISTORIC Show... But nonetheless... WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS 100!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Christ... It's ONLY been 100 episodes?! Feels like a thousand...

Terra Skye: That's probably because you spend most of them not doing your job.

Boy: Getting your papa smurf on.

Johnny Vegas: One hundred fucking episodes and we still have to deal with sasquatch over here... I'm surprised you made it one episode, let alone 100.

Terra Skye: Oh, please. Boy is an instrumental piece of Carnage Wrestling, as are you... As much as I'd like to forget that fact.

Johnny Vegas: Don't fucking start with me already, Skye.

Terra Skye: You started it first!

Johnny Vegas: I--

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE HAS ROOM FOR FAT MAN!

Johnny Vegas: ....

Terra Skye: ...Right. Okay then... As I was trying to say before, One hundred episodes. Wow. What a night for Carnage Wrestling, a promotion that many thought would fall by the wayside years ago.. Here we are and we're still going strong. Stronger than ever actually and tonight's card shows just how strong! THIRTEEN matches!

Johnny Vegas: You're just going to ignore the fact that GigantaMoron over there just threatened my life?

Terra Skye: Yep because let's be honest... It's not the first time. ANYWAY.. Back to tonight. I--

Boy: ZIPLOCK BAGGIES!

Johnny Vegas: SHUT UP YOU BIG FOOTED FREAK!

Terra Skye: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!

Boy: ....Roast Beef.

Johnny Vegas: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Terra Skye: ....I swear. Can we just talk about this MASSIVE show before we have to head into the first match, PLEASE?!

Johnny Vegas: Fine, here.. I'll help you out. There are 13 matches... people are going to fight. Boom, done.

Boy: FIGHTING WITHIN THE CONFINES OF TWEEVERS GRAVE!

Johnny Vegas: HEY! DIDN'T TERRA TELL YOU TO SHUT THE HELL UP?!

Terra Skye: I told BOTH of you to SHUT UP!

Johnny Vegas: But.. He's ruining the mood. HIM. Not me.

Boy: RRRRABBBLEGARG!

Terra Skye: This is what I get for trying to start this show off with something special, huh?

Johnny Vegas: Yep. Now let's get this bitch started!!!

Boy: TASTY TREATS!

Johnny Vegas: NO! I get the last word! NOT YOU!

Terra Skye: It's gonna be a big night folks... We're happy to have you here with us so let's get Chaos 100 started, shall we?

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Just as Chaos 100 is about to begin, a camera sneaks up to C$J’s door and peeks in, overhearing the end of a very suspicious phone call.

C$J: So tonight is the big debut then? Good, since you’ll have people here, I need some help. There’s an age old adage that says that, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Seems that we have a mutual enemy that I think we’ll be able to help each other out with. Of course… I can make it worth your while.

He pauses, his voice picking back up with a lighter tone to it.

C$J: Good, I’ll get them to the ring and you can make your move then. I look forward to continuing to work with you toward a better tomorrow.

The audible click of the phone being put back on the hook can be heard as the scene fades to black.

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Terra Skye: Gotta wonder what our boss is up to now. Nothing good, I'm sure.

Johnny Vegas: Alright, so lets get down to it, Terra. I feel festive and shit. Chaos 100, baby!

Terra Skye: So you're gonna ignore what I said to watch Johnny Love wrestle, huh?

Johnny Vegas: Oh for fucks sake!

Terra Skye: Hey, the man’s gotta eat!

Johnny Vegas: Let his ass eat out in the dumpster with Garbage Fence and keep him off my TV!

Boy: RANDOM WORDS ALL IN CAPS!

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is your opening match for Chaos 100, introducing already in the ring, JOHNNY LOVE!

Johnny Love, not having learned his lesson from last time is seemingly passed out in the corner with a lit cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. The official snuffs out the cig before he sets himself on fire.

Terra Skye: Less said about this guy the better. Let’s talk about Ahyma. She debuted at 99 and looked strong in her debut. She’s an enigma for sure. Lots of strange possibly unfounded rumors. However, she’ll need to focus to get her first win, Johnny Love or not!

Johnny Vegas: This place is full of weirdos. What do you expect?

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent, hailing from the Minuma-ku, Saitama, Japan, AHMYA!!!

The lights in the arena dim with a tint of red as “Night of Nights” by RichaadEB begins to be heard over the sound system. As the instrumental number kicks into a different gear, the mysteriously alluring Ahmya makes her way onto the stage, the fans in attendance greeting her with cheers. Posing with her left hand on her hip she gives a little wave to the camera before making her way to the ring. Walking over to the apron, she gives it a little tap, hopping onto it. Ahmya takes a second to soak in the adulation of the crowd, sliding into the ring soon after and spinning up onto a knee. She then rises to her feet before heading to the nearest turnbuckle on her right. Climbing up to the middle rope, she again gives a little way, this time to the adoring crowd. Jumping off, Ahmya gives a bow, putting all her focus onto the match now as her music fades to silence.

Terra Skye: She looks fantastic tonight! Johnny is going to have his hands full!



Johnny Love is roused to his feet. However, even the normally lazy Love looks determined. This is Chaos 100 and a win in this event may skyrocket his stock. The two opponents circle each other. Collar and elbow tie-up. The smaller Ahyma jockeys for position and spins around behind Love with a reverse wristlock. However Johnny clocks with an errant elbow. As she stumbles backwards, Johnny turns around and then levels Ahyma with a huge rock n’ rollin’ lariat!

Terra Skye: Are my eyes deceiving me? Is Johnny Love wrestling a a match for once?

Johnny Vegas: I think we’ve both been drugged.

Terra Skye: I’ll give credit where credit is due. Johnny Love is ready for tonight!

Seeing what he managed to do, Johnny pulls out his air guitar and wails on it. He’s going to town on it with a major solo!

Terra Skye: I spoke too soon.

Boy: ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALDS, ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALDS!

As he dives to his knees, air guitar in hand, Ahyma catches him with a spinning back kick! Johnny scrambles to his feet and is whipped towards the ropes. He reverses. Ahyma on the rebound takes him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors! Love is resilient and gets to his feet only to be dropkicked right into the nearest corner!

Ahyma charges and hits a flying forearm smash into the corner. He stumbles out of the corner as Ahyma scales the ropes…

She leaps off with a moonsault as Love turns around and connects!!

Terra Skye: Ahyma with a high flier’s clinic!

Johnny Vegas: And Love looks like the ham and egger that he is!

She goes for the cover!


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TWO!

Johnny Love somehow kicks out!! Ahyma confirms the two count with the referee before going back to the offensive. She goes to whip Johnny Love back into a corner but he reverses and a closes in with a quick clothesline. He lifts Ahyma up to the turnbuckle and gives her an uppercut for good measure. Slowly but surely, he climbs up to the second rope, putting her arm over his shoulder.

Looking for a superplex, he meets resistance as Ahyma jabs him in the ribs sharply and then knocks him off the second rope with a blow to the knee!

Johnny falls right into position for Ahyma to hit a laser-guided 450 splash!

Terra Skye: Ahyma calls that Arashi! And that describes her offense perfectly. She was like a storm in this match and Johnny Love never really had an answer.

Johnny Vegas: Hopefully his bum ass is gone after this.

She hooks the leg!

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner via pinfall, AHYMA!!

Ahyma graciously smiles as the referee raises her hand in victory. Johnny Love is shown on the floor of the ring, trying to find a cigarette that hadn’t been smashed from the impact of Ahyma’s finisher.

Terra Skye: There you go! Chaos 100 kicks off with a fantastic victory for newcomer Ahyma!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah yeah, good for her. Let's throw a parade for her.

Boy: BISCUIT!

Terra Skye: What a way to start Chaos 100! We'll be back in a few!!! Stay tuned!

Johnny Vegas: As if they had a choice.

Terra Skye: We're not forcing people to watch our biggest show ever, Johnny... Christ.

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“She’s a Genius” plays and the fans explode as Belle Silva appears at the top of the stage, her normally flowing hair tied back in a tight ponytail as she waves at the crowd. She climbs into the ring and doesn’t wait for the crowd to settle, her voice ringing out louder than The Legion.

Belle Silva: My dearest Carnage Legion… WELCOME TO CHAOS 100!!!!

The crowd pops again as Belle smiles, pacing the ring lightly before continuing.

Belle Silva: The night is still early and there is so much more to come! Including... My match against Christopher St. James!

Again, The Legion lets Belle know how they feel and she again smiles.

Belle Silva: I know, but when I said that I’ve been training, I mean I’ve been training with the best Carnage has to offer. SO many people have reached out and offered to help and I’ve taken each of them up on their offers in kind. I have NEVER worked as hard as I have the last month and tonight I promise that I will do right by each and every one of you.

Belle smiles but then shakes her head as the crowd settles.

Belle Silva: But… We aren’t here to talk about me tonight are we Carnage? My guest tonight is a man who went on a HOT undefeated streak when he first made it on the scene. He’s had his low points but has demonstrated and personified the word, “relentless.” Lately he’s found a new, albeit unlikely friend in JC… Ladies and gentlemen, Jonathan Willis!

“Rookie” by BoySetsFire rings out and Jon comes out on stage in a business suit with his face painted, dressed formal for the occasion. He looks resolute as he heads down to the ring, taking the seat across from Belle.

Jonathan Willis: Thank you for that introduction Belle, and thank you for giving me this time on your platform. I'd like to begin by recapping what I'm sure most of you already know.

Belle looks slightly taken aback but motions for Jon to proceed.

Jonathan Willis: Beginning on August 5th, I've been dealing with a particular individual. This person has a video recording of myself and another person in a private situation, and in a private area. Neither of us knew we were being recorded, and neither of us consented to being recorded. But we were. And for three months, this person has made my life a living hell. Holding this video over my head, this blackmailer has mocked me, insulted me, humiliated me, and made me question myself countless times. This person even made me agree to a $50,000 blackmail in order to buy their silence, a decision I will regret for the rest of my life. When I realized that they would never stop, that they would continue to use their blackmail against me, I also realized what I needed to do.

Belle leans forward, a growing look of concern on her face.

Belle Silva: That… Sounds horrible! I can’t imagine what is going through your head. What did you decide to do?

Jonathan shifts slightly in his seat before responding, smiling slightly as the crowd urges him on, shouting messages of support to the Carnage star.

Jonathan Willis: I decided that I couldn't live my life with this dark cloud hanging over me. I have been given complete assurance that in the next few days the video will be released unless I agree to another blackmail payment. I would like to tell this person here and now: do your worst. I'm not going to play your games anymore. I'm not going to lie to my friends, my family, the Legion, anymore. And I'm not going to lie to myself anymore. The video this blackmailer will release... it's a sex tape.

The Legion reacts and Belle’s eyes grow wide before she starts to ask her next question. She’s cut off however, by Jon.

Jonathan Willis: Belle, I'm sorry to interrupt you, and I know you must have a lot of questions, but... I wasn't finished. It's a sex tape... with me and another man.

The crowd gasps and Belle’s mouth hangs open for several moments before she catches herself and closes it, her eyes still wide with concern but softened by a look of growing fondness for Willis.

Jonathan Willis: I've been so many things in my life. A prodigy. A world champion. A burnout. An addict. And now, for the first time in my life, I can finally be who I really am.

Jon looks directly into the camera.

Jonathan Willis: My name is Jonathan Willis. I'm relentless. I'm a tree lobster. And I'm homosexual.

The Legion explodes with sounds of support as Belle rushes over and gives Jon a hug, whispering words of support into his ear.

Jon is nearly moved to tears by the show of support, and with a shaky hand, he takes the microphone and speaks some parting words.

“Thank you, everyone. Thank you so much. I love you. All of you. I have spent so much time lying to myself, and lying to everyone, and it just feels so good to finally come out like this. With the Legion on my side I know the best is yet to come. So stay tuned. And to my blackmailer, just know this: I’ll be seeing you real soon.”

Jon puts the microphone down and clasps his hands together, thanking the Legion silently. He shares another big hug with Belle and leaves to go get ready for this big three-on-three tag team match.

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Terra Skye: Wow what a huge announcement from Jonathan Willis!

Boy: LOVE IS ALL!

Terra Skye: That's very nice Boy. And I just want Jonathan and everyone to know that we here at Carnage support everyone in everything... No matter what... That was extremely brave of Jonathan to come out the way he did, I respect him for his courage.

Johnny Vegas: Well, not if they're a murderer.

Terra Skye: Uh.. Well no... We definitely don't support murders.

Boy: TASTY TRASH!

Terra Skye: Yes, Boy... Tasty Trash.

Johnny Vegas: Let me get this straight... Boy says some nonsensical bullshit and you PRAISE him for it? Yet I speak perfect fucking english and you're always on my ass!

Terra Skye: Well Boy isn't a gigantic douchebag.

Johnny Vegas: For all you know he could have said he wants to chuck you over a fucking cliff and attain the soul stone.

Terra Skye: ...I... Wait, what?

Kelly Carmichael: This next match is scheduled for one fall...

"Release me"

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, CW's resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.

"No remnants were ever found of it
Feeling the hot bile
With every fake smile
Though no evidence was ever found
It never went away completely"

Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.

Kelly Carmichael: “Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!”

Terra Skye: Kat Jones coming in tonight, riding a two win streak in her debut and follow up here in Carnage. A rarity, to be sure

Johnny Vegas: She’s gonna be three and oh, easy win against the looney bin tonight!

Terra Skye: Hey! The Avenger is a legitimate talent here in Carnage!

Johnny Vegas: The motherfucker skips through dimensions... Let me say that again... HE SKIPS...THROUGH...DIMENSIONS.... BULLSHIT!

Boy: MOTHERS NOTES FOR DYLAN! DIE TWEEVER!

"I try to hide from the unholy sound of it
Another day gone
Another night's dawn"

Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring, and begins pacing as she waits for The Avenger

"Courage" by Alien Ant Farm comes over the speakers and The Avenger leaps out on the stage, making heroic poses. As he moves down the ramp, he shakes hands, kisses babies, and signs autographs. He stands at the ring, makes sure his cape is attached and then leaps up onto the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle and doing yet another heroic pose. He stops the pose, and locks eyes with Kat, pointing at her and screaming “JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED” which earns him an eye roll

Johnny Vegas: Fuckin weirdo

Boy: JUSTICE WILL BE SWERVED!!

Terra Skye: I'd love Avenger to find a universe where you're not a fucking prick, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Good luck with that... I wish he'd find one where Boy is actually coherent.

Kelly Carmichael: And her Opponent, from The Multiverse, Weighing in at 213 pounds...The Avenger!!!



The Avenger keeps posing after the bell rings, which Kat takes exception to and causes her to run over and jerk one leg out from under the Avenger, crotching him on the top turnbuckle! She then climbs up and nails the hero with a superplex! She rolls through for a pin!

Johnny Vegas: I think i’m in love! She has no tolerance for bullshit!

Terra Skye: Then she’ll have no tolerance for you…

Boy: FAT MAN GO BURN

Johnny Vegas: FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU


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TWO

The Avenger kicks out! Kat gets to her feet, and begins viciously stomping the hero. She pulls him up, and pulls his cape over his head before swinging up at his covered face and shoulders, as if she were in an old school hockey fight! Eventually, she seems to get bored of wailing on Carnage’s superhero and throws him to the outside through the top and middle rope to a chorus of boos!!

Terra Skye: Kat staying on Avenger, but now taking a moment to pander

Johnny Vegas: I could watch her pander all night.

Boy: PANDAS ARE SCALY!

Johnny Vegas: THEY ARE FUCKING NOT!

On the outside, the Avenger gets to his feet swinging wildly. He throws his cape off, and turns back to Kat who is currently in the ring, arms spread wide, absorbing the hate. Avenger stomps up behind her, and taps her on the shoulder. His hands go to his hips as Kat slowly turns around, looking annoyed, and staring at the avenger as if her were a bad joke. She goes to nail him with a Haymaker, but the Avenger blocks!! He then nails her with a snap suplex!!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck! don’t let the super dweeb come back!

Boy: JJJJJUUUUSSSSTTTTTTIIIIIICCCCCEEEEEEE

Avenger kips to his feet and as Kat gets up, he nails with a dropkick that sends her stumbling out between the top and middle rope! The Avenger then takes his turn to pose, soaking in the love from the superhero lovers of the Carnage legion!

Terra Skye: And now, Avenger gives the people what they want!

Johnny Vegas: No one here wants that. Except the ones who want body pillows.

Terra Skye: You are so out of touch, that's for damn sure.

Boy: MOOOOOOO!

Kat, however, has no tolerance for this foolishness and slides back in the ring, nailing Avenger with a belly to back suplex, and following it up by pulling him up and dropping him right back down on his head with a DDT!! She goes to lock in The Wildkat, but Avenger manages to struggle out and rolls Kat up with an inside cradle!

Terra skye: He reversed it! Shoulders down!


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TWO!!

Kat kicks out! Avenger hurriedly gets to his feet, stalking Kat. As she gets to her feet, the Avenger bounces off the ropes and nails a superman punch! Kat goes down, but rolls out of the ring to evade the pin! Avenger scales to the top rope, and strikes a dynamic, heroic pose for the audience! Kat pulls herself up using the apron, and Avenger leaps at her with a crossbody! But Kat catches him with a dropkick, knocking Avenger out of midair!!

Johnny Vegas: HAH! BIFF! POW! WHAM! YOURE FUCKED AVENGEDERP!!

Terra Skye: You would reference Adam West’s Batman, you fucking fossil.

Boy: SOMETIMES YOU JUST CANT GET RID OF A BOMB!!

Johnny Vegas: ...You know what the Adam West Batman is great, but I feel this connection to the Joker in the Burton Batman movie.... I just can't figure out why.

Terra Skye: ....

Kat gets to her feet quickly, and punts Avenger in the head! She pulls him vertical and irish whips Avenger into the ring steps! He crashes into them and topples over them, smacking hard into the floor on the other side! Kat follows, leaping onto the ring steps and then off of them and nailing Avenger with an elbow drop! She pulls him to his feet, and slides him into the ring following afterward!

Terra Skye: Kat firmly in control, getting Avenger back in the ring!

Kat sets to stomping on the Avenger, pulling him to his feet. She kicks him hard in the gut and plants him with freaked out! She then goes and locks in Wildkat! Avenger tries valiantly to get free, but he can’t! He’s forced to tap!



Terra Skye: She’s got it!

Johnny Vegas: HELL YEAH, 3-0 BABY!!

Kelly Carmichael: And here is your winner...KAT JONES!!!!

Terra Skye: Avenger had a great outing tonight, it's too bad that he didn't win but surviving to fight another day is an important thing for a superhero.

Johnny Vegas: OH MY GOD...

Boy: TAKE ME TO THE PARADISE CITY!

Terra Skye: But congratulations to Kat Jones on continuing her streak of wins... I look forward to seeing what her next challenge is going to be!

Johnny Vegas: Me too, Me.... too.

Terra Skye: Oh stop fucking swooning over her... Christ. You have NO chance.

Johnny Vegas: Ugh Leave me ALONE! Go help the Avenger or something.

Terra Skye: Get your shit together... We'll be back after this short break!

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“Money” by Pink Floyd rings out as a confidant and smirking C$J comes out on stage, welcoming the boos of The Legion as he heads down to the ring, climbing in. The music fades, but The Legion doesn’t. C$J doesn’t seem to care though as he begins talking over them.

C$J: Ladies and gentlemen! It is with great pleasure that…

He’s cut off though by The Legion’s cheers as “Committed” by One-Eyed Doll rings out and “The Conscience of Carnage” Mia Rayne steps out on stage, making her way down to the ring, and getting up into C$J’s face, literally stepping on his toes.

Mia Rayne: I want you to think about your next words quite carefully because as you can see, I’m not scared of your tricks. I’m not scared of your friends, your underlings, or anyone else on your payroll.

C$J tries to yelp and fall backward, but Mia wraps her arm holding the mic around the back of his neck and pulls him forward, cupping her other hand over his mouth.

Mia Rayne: That’s enough out of you. I GET that I might not have power to overturn whatever piss poor edict that you decided to make just to feed your own ego. But I’ll be damned if I sit back there and let you do whatever it is that you want…

Su: Kind of like what you’re doing right now?

Mia snarls as she throws C$J back and whips around, coming face to face with Su, the Ouroboros floating ominously on the tron behind her.

Mia Rayne: At least I act out of compassion for the people. At least I still have a shred of humanity left in me. YOU disowned me and your own fucking TWIN as your sisters. You have been coming out here, show after show, warning of bringing back a faction bent on world domination, and one that I’ve already helped to dispatch once. In case you haven’t noticed, your promises don’t mean SHIT to me. I’ve seen everything you could possibly throw and I’ve come out on top with the help…

Su holds out her hand.

Su: Yes, with your adopted family, The Forsaken. The catch here Mia, is you need to take a look around yourself right now. You are the very personification of “forsaken” and me?

Su bows her head. The screen lights up with the atom-in-ouroboros, a stylized clock in its centre, counting down to seven.


Tick...tock. Tick….tock.

Tick...tock. Tick -


"The Bright Young Things" by Marilyn Manson hits the speakers. Incubus, Succubus and Arkhahn step into the entrance ramp alongside Su. Together, they advance on Mia. Like a family.

An army.

They enter and Su immediately lunges for Mia, tackling her to the ground. C$J immediately leap to the top rope of the closest turnbuckle to a chorus of Herts and mockery.

We hear a woman's laughter over the loudspeakers. The screen turns to the face of Cassandra, leader of the Spirit Science Research Institute.

Cassandra: You were warned. For too long I have stayed my hand. Today is the first day of judgement.

It shall not be the last.

Cassandra vanishes from the screen, replaced with the atom-in-ouroboros.

Incubus grabs the fallen Mia, slingshotting her face first into a jumping roundhouse kick, practically decapitating her. She stumbles backwards into the arms of Arkahn, who scoops her into the air and nails her with a brutal inverted powerbomb.
Mia lies motionless, a pool of blood slowly starting to form under her head from where the kick landed.

Su screams for a mic, thrown to her by a terrified staff member. She smirks as she addresses Mia and the crowd.

Su: Please, allow us to introduce ourselves. We are Ouroboros. And this...is just the beginning.

She motions to the lifeless body of Mia Rayne now at her feet. A medical team swoops in and with a gesture, Su allows them into the ring to load Mia onto a board and wheel her away.

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Johnny Vegas: Well that was fucking insane.

Terra Skye; You're not wrong, holy hell. I don't think this is good... What's going to happen now that Mia's been taken out of the picture? I can't believe she would have let this match that's about to happen go on...

Johnny Vegas: Well, she doesn't have a choice now.. does she?

Boy: RETORTS!

Terra Skye: All I know is that the Ouroboros is now here in Carnage and I can't help but think that some shit is about to go down...

Kelly Carmichael: This next match is scheduled for one fall...

“She’s a Genius” by Jet rings out as the crowd goes ballistic as Belle Silva, normally dressed to impress, comes back out wearing a sports bra under a Zephyr Quinn tank and a pair of leggings complete with trainers. She is all confidant smiles and waves as she heads down to the ring.

Kelly Carmichael: First to the ring... BELLE SILVA!!!!

Terra Skye: So, here comes Belle, and… I honestly can’t believe that she’s going to compete against C$J tonight.

Johnny Vegas: She’s going to get the sense beat into her! Serves her right for going onto social media and bad mouthing the boss!

Terra Skye: But if you recall, this match was made by Belle technically after Mia Rayne revealed a hidden clause in her contract…

Johnny Vegas: Shhhh… Right now you got a reporter who thinks that positive vibes taking on a former world champion. She’s going to get what’s coming to her and I’ll live to smile another day.

Boy: Chilled to perfection!

Belle rolls into the ring and stands, waving at the everyone in the front as her music fades and is replaced by “Money” by Pink Floyd. C$J enters, dressed to compete, his gaze centered on the ring as he rips his sunglasses off.

Terra Skye: Here comes C$J and he does NOT look happy.

Johnny Vegas: It’s obvious it’s because he has to stoop to the level he has to in order to lay the law down! He shouldn’t have to waste his time with shenanigans like this! This is a completely unfair match!

Boy: The teeter tots to the other side!

C$J climbs into the ring and gets right up into Belle’s face, talking down on her and making his anger apparent. Ref Jeff tries to intervene but before he can Belle delivers a straight knee to C$J’s gut followed by a slap right across the face! The crowd cheers for Belle as Jeff calls for the Belle, but not before C$J reaches out and grabs a mic from a nearby stage tech.



C$J: First one’s free, but I’d wait if I were you…

Belle goes to lunge at C$J but the crowd boos; Belle turning but too late to come face to face with Alex Winter! With a shit eating grin on his face he cuffs Belle’s wrists to the ropes! Climbing into the ring, he offers his hand to C$J, who only smiles at Alex and offers an elbow instead.

Terra Skye: Well, at least social distancing is still a thing.

Johnny Vegas: Good. Maybe justice will FINALLY be served.

Boy: A dish best served cold!

C$J smiles maliciously at Belle as she tries to yank as hard as she can against the cuffs. Alex mocks her with the key as C$J leans against the ropes, waving a dismissive hand at Ref Jeff.

C$J: Consider this a vacation Jeff. I’ll take it from here… Now shoo.

He looks at Belle as a fearful look comes across her face and she squirms all the harder. She throws a look up at the ramp but C$J stands in front of her.

C$J: Oh! Are you looking for help? One of those brave souls you pleaded with at Chaos 99 to come and help you out? Tough news sweet cheeks. Since Mia is gone for the evening, I’ve got control and you had BEST believe I’m going to enjoy every minute of it, undisturbed. All active roster members got an edict several minutes ago. Should anyone get involved in this match? They will be instantly terminated, their contract tossed through a shredder and burned.

His voice grows malicious as The Legion erupts in boos.

Terra Skye: Can… Can he do that?

Johnny Vegas: Damn straight he can! After the month he’s had? It’s about damn time! He’s the boss damnit!

Boy: A check is still just a check…

Alex gets within striking distance of Belle and offers his chin for her to hit. She struggles and lunges for him, but to no avail, Alex backing off and laughing as C$J continues, a smirk on his face and an acid quality to his voice.

C$J: Being that I have control of this match I have decided that it will now be Alex Winter against… THIS person…

C$J points at the entrance ramp, but no one appears.

Terra Skye: Who does C$J mean?

Johnny Vegas: Does it matter? This is getting good!

Before Boy can comment C$J’s voice rings through the arena like a knife through butter.

C$J: You might want to remember that IF you don’t show your face, you, as well as your big mouthed, bitch of a girlfriend will be fired… RIGHT?!

C$J’s face grows red with anger as several seconds of silence follow before being punctured by “Come For Me” by New Years Day. With a pop of the Carnage Legion, Zephyr Quinn comes out on stage as Belle cries for her to stop! A brace still on her face, Zephyr stays put for a split moment before breaking for the ring, pulling C$J out and delivering punch after punch! Alex comes over and pulls Zephyr up to the apron by her hair and throws her into the ring as an enraged C$J gets back inside.

Terra Skye: I can’t believe Zephyr is back! Haven’t seen her since she got bashed by a skillet wielded by Amelia!

Johnny Vegas: Hahahahahaha! That bitch is going to be knocked back to Sillytown once again! She can’t be back to 100%!

Boy: Perfect is never necessary!

Zephyr bounces up from the mat and tackles Alex to the ground before leaping up and delivering a stomp to his chest! She goes after C$J before he shouts into the mic.

C$J: WAIT! You better wait or you’re both fired now.

C$J’s growl forces Zephyr to pause and as she does so Alex sneaks up behind her and clubs her in the back of the neck! Zephyr goes down to a knee, but Alex isn’t done there as he rips off the protection Zephyr had on for her jaw and starts laying shot after shot in on Zephyr! Pretty soon Zephyr’s arms fall and Alex drops her, letting her body fall to the side.

C$J: Right, so this match is going to be a No DQ for Alex match and…

He’s stopped as he looks down at Zephyr, the woman stirring before him and Alex and getting to her feet, a sick smile on her face as she cracks her jaw.

Terra Skye: Wow, haven’t seen Zephyr like that since her days as ZQ…

Johnny Vegas: RUN ALEX!

Boy: Bun-Bun cut her hair…

With no hesitation, Zephyr launches herself at Alex as she drives him into the corner, delivering shoulder after shoulder deep into his gut! Having seen enough C$J whips Zephyr around and delivers a superkick right to her jaw! Zephyr reels but leaps up and drops Alex with a leaping DDT! Swearing, C$J grabs a pair of brass knuckles from his tights and puts them on, waiting for a slowly recovering Zephyr to stand before delivering a jab right to the side of Zephyr’s face! As Belle cries out in terror, Zephyr falls and lies motionless as C$J urges Alex up.

C$J: Pin her already!

He pushes Alex on top of the fallen Zephyr and makes the fast count calling for the bell to be rung, Belle’s cries echoing throughout a strangely silent arena. “Don’t You Wish You Were Me” blares out as C$J raises Alex’s arm in victory but is cut short as Matt Knox runs to the ring, a chain in hand! He swings at Alex, who quickly rolls out of harms way, so instead Knox turns to C$J.

Johnny Vegas: Someone get in there and help the boss!

Terra Skye: Forget that! Someone get Belle out of there!

Boy: Call the priest!

As Knox backs C$J into a corner, Alex reconvenes and motions at the crowd as Ryker and Seven run out and join their boss at ringside! The three of them slide smoothly inside and yank the chain away from Knox before he has a chance to do anything with it, Ryker quick to pick up a battered Knox and drop him with a back suplex! A look of relief comes over C$J’s face as together with Alex, they lay boots to a motionless Zephyr and The Wild Cards continue to punish Knox! A voice suddenly cuts through the pandemonium, Belle’s sobs the only sound that can be heard as she tries to get as close to Zephyr as possible, still just out of reach. Suddenly, a figure runs out of the crowd and slides into the ring between Zephyr and the approaching men!

Terra Skye: It’s Kat Jones! It looks like she’s brought a barbed wire baseball bat to fend off Zephyr’s and Matt’s attackers!

Johnny Vegas: Bitch better do the right thing and think about the friendships she makes starting now…

Kat swings the bat back and forth, fending C$J, Ryker, Seven, and Alex back as Zephyr starts to recover. Alex suddenly smirks at Kat, who returns the look and turns, smashing Zephyr upside the head with her bat! Zephyr hits the mat, hard as Belle can barely believe her eyes, her body stretched as close to Zephyr as she can get. Ryker and Seven go back to attacking Knox while C$J, Alex, and Kat turn their attentions back to a motionless Zephyr. Kat raises the bat to strike again, but is cut short from striking by a commanding voice.

Mac Bane: I’d stop that if I were you…

C$J picks up his mic from where it was discarded and snarls in Mac’s direction as he is flanked on either side by Kat and Alex.

C$J: Or else what exactly Mr. Cowboy? Hmm? In case it’s too hard for you to tell, I have the high ground! EVERY advantage I could possibly want, I have. What the fuck do you have?! I have the numb…

He stops as Amber Ryan joins Mac Bane out on stage, followed by Steve Matthews and Jon Willis!

Mac Bane: You were saying?

Without waiting for an answer Mac leads the charge as C$J’s eyes grow wide. Surviving for as long as he has, C$J recognizes the time to flee the scene. He grabs Alex and Kat by the arm as Alex yells for Ryker and Seven to follow them. Together, the five of them make their way through the crowd laughing as Mac, Steve, and Jonathan all beg for them to come back. Amber grabs the discarded key and unlocks Belle’s wrists, the hysterical reporter falling over a motionless Zephyr; and then going to check on Knox, as medical personnel swarm the ringside area. A stunned Legion can only watch as “The Raven” gets to his feet with Amber's help and Zephyr is carted out on a stretcher with Belle close in tow.

Terra Skye: Holy shit...

Johnny Vegas: WHAT THE HELL?!

Terra Skye: That was fucking intense... And all I can really say is that I don't think this is over.. by a long shot.

Boy: TRUST FALL!

Johnny Vegas: You're damn right this is FAR from over! TAKE US INTO A BREAK.. I NEED A DRINK!

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As the Six-man tag match is announced, the lights in the arena suddenly dim. At the entrance to the ring, smoke rolls out between white columns of spotlight as three back-facing silhouettes stand together. The first hit of a familiar song fills the space, accompanied by a blue flash from the Carnagetron.

            We built this city!

Dominick Strife raises a hand to the sky, forming a pistol pointed upward.

            We built this city on rock and roll!

Sebastian Hawke can’t resist stomping his boot, brimming with energy.

            We built this city!

Axton Gunn, guitar slung over his chest, puts on a pair of wrap-around sunglasses.

            We built this city on Rock and Roooooo-hoooooll!

The lights flash on, showing off the set of black jackets the wrestlers are wearing, logos shining in gold and blue. As the three make a casual turn to face the Legion, the riffs of Starship revving the crowd, the screen flashes alive with the same logo and the grinning faces of the team.





The trio makes their way down to the ring--Dom with a confident stride, Sebastian with barely contained vibrating excitement, and Axton with the confident swagger of a Rockstar who’s done it a hundred times before. They all jump up into the ring, calling for mics. Axton takes center of the ring, the stage lights glinting off his shades as he addresses the room with a grin.

Axton Gunn: Surprise, bitch! Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. Haha just kidding, I’m like glitter. I’m all over the place and you can’t get rid of me.

He gestures to Dom and Seb to either side of him.

Axton Gunn: I guess I should say ‘us’, huh?

Dominick steps forward with a grin, looking sidelong to his teammates.

Dominick Strife: I’d like to introduce the Legion to The Entourage. We’re not just a tag team--oh yeah, more than that. We’re here to play for keeps.

Sebastian Hawke: We noticed something about how things go here. Good guys versus bad guys, everybody’s got beef but… Everyone is SO serious in doing it. Some of us started wrestling to have fun.

Axton Gunn: We’re tired of watching these stables turn the show into a soap opera. Old Guard? Destroying the Status Quo? Sure, I’m a punk, I get it, but Legion--we’re here to play. The Entourage wants to promise you something tonight.

Axton holds a hand to the sky with his index finger pointed up. He counts up with his fingers as he speaks.

Axton Gunn: One: When we’re in the ring, it’s party time. We’re here to maim and entertain, baby. Two: Kicking ass. We’re gonna prove you don’t have to play serious to play hard! And Three: Oh, sweetheart. We’re young, we’re hot, we’re young volcanoes. We’re gonna look fine as hell doing it.

Axton slings his guitar off, tossing his shades into the audience for some lucky fan.

Axton Gunn: Now let’s show these three former champs we’re up against how it’s done!

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Terra Skye: So, The Entourage, huh?

Johnny Vegas: Damn straight! That’s a group of specimens right there.

Boy: BRING ON THE MUSHROOMS!

Johnny Vegas: They should have NEVER given you your own show.

Terra Skye: I’ll have you know, Terminal Snowball was a few of Carnage’s most viewed shows. People loved Boy as GM.

Johnny Vegas: Ugh… Shit makes me sick.

Terra Skye: It shouldn’t. Things like Terminal Snowball are what makes Carnage what it is… And what got us here to one hundred episodes.

Boy: THROW SNOWBALL THROUGH WALL!

Kelly Carmichael: This next match is a Six-Man tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, already in the ring… Axton Gunn, Dominick Strife and Sebastian Hawke…. THE ENTOURAGEEE!!!!!

Terra Skye: Dominick Strife hasn’t had the easiest run here in Carnage thus far, but as I said at Chaos 99 - With some training and honing in that talent that we can already see… He’s going to be a bright spot here in Carnage. Axton and Sebastian beat the team of Adrienne Levi and The Dragon Lady at Chaos 99, showing that their first matches here were just a stumble… I’m curious to see how the three of them fare against the three men they’re slated against here tonight.

Boy: SLOBBERKNOCKER!

Terra Skye: This is going to be a great match, that’s for sure.

Kelly Carmichael: And their opponents….

Jonathan Willis walks out from the backstage area as "Rookie" by BoySetsFire begins firing out of the PA system. Jon takes a few moments to bounce lightly on the balls of his feet, then he kneels down, says a few quiet words to himself, and bounces back up. When the main guitar riff kicks in he begins sprinting down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He then quickly runs across the ring, jumps onto the top turnbuckle, backflips, and pumps his fist in the air to get a quick crowd reaction. He then goes to his assigned corner and begins warming up lightly, moving around quickly in order to get his blood pumping and his mind ready for his match.

Johnny Vegas: This guy is far too nice for my liking…

Terra Skye: I think Jonathan Willis is an inspiration, you’ve gotta respect the attitude he has towards his life.. Plus he’s a damn talented fighter.

Kelly Carmichael: ...Standing at 5'6" and weighing 172 pounds... from Houston, Texas... JONATHAN WILLIS!

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

Kelly Carmichael: And his partner, standing 5'11" and weighing 202 pounds... he is THE PRIDE OF EDINBURGH... HE IS HARRY HAMPTON!

Johnny Vegas: Ew.

Terra Skye: You cut that shit out! WOO HARRY!!!

Johnny Vegas: Harry doesn’t respect Social Distancing… I cannot respect this man.

Terra Skye: Oh for Christs sake… You never did so stop acting like you did.

The lights cut out. The arena goes completely black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kelly Carmichael: And their tag team partner, standing at 5'6" and weighing in tonight at 160 pounds... ELI GOODE!

Johnny Vegas: WAAAHOOOOOO!!!!!

Terra Skye: You do realize you’re playing both sides of this match, right?

Johnny Vegas: Um no, I’d never go against my boy Eli.

Terra Skye: You were literally drooling all over The Entourage just five minutes ago!

Johnny Vegas: WAS NOT! STOP LYING!

Terra Skye: ...Right. Well, that's all six of them, so it's time to start the match! That's your cue, Boy.

Boy: OH MY STARTS AND GARTERS!



Boy rings the bell hard enough to shatter it, and once again it's replaced by a ringside technician on "Boy breaking things" duty. He's had a rough time of it tonight, as Boy has already broken four ring bells and crushed five of the chairs he has been given to sit on.

Johnny Vegas: Can you fucking stop breaking shit?

Boy: GROVER CLEVELAND!

The match begins with all six men dashing towards each other, and a colossal brawl breaks out. The referee has no hope of containing the six men and just lets things play out for the time being. Harry Hampton and Eli Goode are backed up against the ropes by Axton Gunn and Sebastian Hawke, and Jonathan Willis manages to get Dominick Strife up against the ropes as well. Gunn, Hawke, and Willis all take a quick step back before jumping forward, landing huge superkicks to all three of their opponents, sending Hampton, Goode, and Strife tumbling end-over-end over the top rope and to the outside!

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

The three men inside the ring stare at each other, Jonathan Willis outnumbered, but instead of using this to their advantage and doing a two-on-one attack, Gunn and Hawke simply look at each other and then smile at Jon, who nods, smiles, and knows exactly what they're thinking. All three men run the opposite ropes, and on their return, they all leap up and over the top rope, executing amazing Tope Con Hilo's to their outside opponents! It's a mass of bodies on the outside as the fans cheer!

Johnny Vegas: They're already starting with the flips and flops! I guess whoever makes it inside the ring first gets to be the legal man!

Terra Skye: What an awesome moment, and based on what we just saw, I think Jon's message of "let's steal the show" really got through to his opponents, at least for Gunn and Hawke.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

Johnny Vegas: He's not even in this match!

Boy: ….. DIE TWEEVER!

Dominick Strife rolls in Harry Hampton, and the Six-Man Scramble is officially underway! While Hampton and Strife battle it out in the center of the ring, the remaining four men all manage to get to their respective team's corner. Strife picks Hampton up and delivers a hard knife-edge chop right to the chest, causing the fans to chant "WOO!!!", but Hampton responds with a big European Uppercut, causing the fans to chant "AYE!" Strife and Hampton continue to trade strikes, but the exchange ends when Strife dodges backwards, throwing Hampton off-balance, and Strife capitalizes by nailing Hampton with a Release Northern Lights Suplex!

Terra Skye: Looks like Strife upped his game!

Johnny Vegas: Well he ain’t about to let that fuck Hampton get one over on him again.

Terra Skye: Please, Harry is a hell of a talent and he did not ‘get one over’ on Strife. They had a great match and Harry won.

Johnny Vegas: PFFT. In what universe? Maybe Avenger hasn’t fucking traveled there yet.

Harry Hampton is dragged into the corner of Dominick Strife's team, where he's subjected to several hard chops to keep him in position. Strife goes to the center of the ring and then charges at Hampton, leaping up and executing a fantastic Spinning Back Elbow that sends him sailing out of the ring, and in a great display of athletic prowess, Strife grabs the ropes mid-flight and manages to land on the ring apron! Hampton is dazed and Sebastian Hawke springs onto the top rope, twists, turns, and executes a Huracanrana on Harry Hampton! Hampton is sent tumbling end-over-end and ends up sliding under the ring from the force of the maneuver! Jonathan Willis springs into action, leaping to the top rope and executing a Spinning Heel Kick onto Sebastian Hawke!

Johnny Vegas: I can barely keep up with what's happening! It feels like someone is speeding up the tape but this is 100% live!

Terra Skye: Live and available to all our Carnage legion across the globe! What an event Chaos 100 is turning out to be!

Boy: KROGER OCTOBER IS TIMID LOVE WITH DOBER!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?

Jonathan Willis doesn't waste a second and immediately picks up Sebastian Hawke, whipping him into the ring ropes, but unbeknownst to Jon, Axton Gunn tags himself in as Hawke hits the ropes! Jon goes for a big boot but Sebastian Hawke ducks, pops up, and locks Jon in a German Suplex hold! As Jon struggles in the hold, Axton Gunn comes in, and Jonathan Willis is floored with an STO/German Suplex combo! Gunn quickly goes for the pin!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!

And a kickout at two by Jon Willis! Not wanting to give his opponent even a second to recover, Gunn hauls Willis up, lifting him up into almost an Atomic Drop position. Gunn then drags Willis to a corner of the ring, and deposits him butt-first onto the second rope. Gunn follows him up, and it looks like we're about to see a Superplex! But Jon fights off Gunn, delivering several hard shots to the ribs! And then Jon reverses the hold!

Boy: DRIVING HOME WITH DRIVETIME!

Terra Skye: Oh shit…

For a split-second the fans are left breathless as it looks like Jon is about to Superplex Gunn out of the ring, but Gunn manages to shoot an arm out, grab the ropes, and land on the ring apron! But the second he turns back towards Jon he's dealt a stiff kick to the face by his opponent! Gunn stumbles back, holding his jaw, and Jon leaps off the top rope, catching Gunn on the apron with an incredible Corkscrew Moonsault! Both men fall off the apron to the floor below, and Dominick Strife and Harry Hampton immediately jump into the ring!

Johnny Vegas: They're not wasting any time are they?

Terra Skye: That's what makes a Tag Team Scramble so interesting. You never know what's going to happen and you never really get a chance to catch your breath.

Boy: SASSAFRAS AND SARSAPARILLA MAKES FOR A HONKING GOOD TIME!

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck are you on?!

Hampton comes flying into the ring with a Diving European Uppercut, but Strife dodges, catches Hampton, and floors him with a German Suplex! Strife stomps on Hampton several times, earning a warning from the referee, and Strife lets up... but only so he can run the ropes and hit Hampton with a Flair-style Knee Drop. Hampton rolls over and is on all fours, struggling to breathe. Strife measures his opponent, runs the ropes once again, and hits Harry Hampton with a Baseball Slide, pushing him right out of the ring! During this exchange Jonathan Willis managed to make it back to his corner after recovering from his top rope maneuver, and now Eli Goode yells at him to get in the ring despite Jon clutching his ribs and still obviously needing more time to recover.

Johnny Vegas: A bit bossy isn't he? I like it! I couldn't stand goody two-shoes Eli Goode any more than I can stand the fact that you'll be Mrs. Harry Hampton soon!

Terra Skye: Eli did state before this match that he would only enter the ring when he was good and ready, and for whatever reason he doesn't seem to be very involved in this match.

Boy: BREAK HIM HUMBLE, MAKE HIM BACK, THEN LOVE HIS SMITE! NO COOLDOWN PLEB!

Johnny Vegas: Good for Eli… Not taking no shit anymore!

Jon does indeed get into the ring, but he immediately turns around and begins talking with Eli. The conversation seems to be getting heated, but it's interrupted when Dominic Strife attacks Jon from behind, dealing him a clubbing blow to the back of the head. The fans boo as Strife shrugs, looks at Eli, and then slaps him in the face! Strife grins and Irish Whips Jonathan, but Eli Goode immediately enters the ring after getting slapped and hits Strife with a massive Forearm Smash!

Johnny Vegas: HELL YEAH!

The referee begins yelling at Goode to get out of the ring as Jonathan manages to bring himself to a halt. Jon once again questions Eli, who responds by grabbing Jon by the head and throwing him through the middle rope and out of the ring! Jon manages to catch himself and lands on his feet, angrily staring at Eli Goode, who flips him off and then turns his attention back to Dominick Strife. The referee lets Goode stay in the ring as the legal man since technically Jonathan left the ring, even if he was thrown out of it by Eli Goode.

Johnny Vegas: ELI’S THE MAN!

Terra Skye: It's become increasingly apparent over the last few days that Eli Goode doesn't like Jonathan Willis. That's a huge handicap for this type of tag team match… But this doesn’t help things any… It’s almost seeming like a four on two match at this point.

Johnny Vegas: Good then I don’t have to be on both sides of this… Wait… No. Hold on… Nevermind! GO ELI!!!

Boy: BREAKING THE LAW!

Eli grabs Strife by the back of the head, but Strife responds by stomping Eli's foot. This only angers Eli, who responds by slapping Strife across the face. Strife responds with a slap of his own. Both men then just grab each other by the back of their heads and begin hitting each other square in the face! The two men brawl to the ropes, and Jonathan Willis earns a measure of revenge on both his opponent and his partner, as he spears both Dominick Strife and Eli Goode through the middle rope and to the outside!

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: YOU FUCKER!

Harry Hampton and Sebastian Hawke immediately enter the ring! Hawke sees Hampton running towards him and ducks down for a Backbody Drop, but Hampton floats over Hawke and hits Axton Gunn on the ring apron with the Harry Cutter, sending them both out of the ring! Five men are down on the outside and Sebastian Hawke looks around, only just now realizing he's all alone! Hawke shrugs, signals to the crowd, and begins climbing the top rope!

Johnny Vegas: This is your shot, kid! Make a moment worth talking about! Just… MISS EVERYONE THAT’S IMPORTANT TO ME!

Terra Skye: Sebastian Hawke seemed particularly motivated by Jon's challenge to steal the show at Chaos 100, so let's see what he's able to come up with! Oh, and Johnny… You’re ridiculous.

Boy: JEANS AND ETIQUETTE! THE BEST MOST MEN MIGHT HAVE SOMETIMES!

Sebastian Hawke waits for the mass of humanity on the outside of the ring to get back to their feet. Slowly, Dominick Strife, Axton Gunn, Harry Hampton, Eli Goode, and Jonathan Willis all get to a standing base. Hawke stands up on the top rope, jumps up, twists, lands back on the top rope facing away from everyone, and then leaps off the top rope and hits a jaw-dropping Double Rotation Moonsault to all five men below! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" as six men lay down and out, outside of the ring! The referee begins counting everyone out!

Johnny Vegas: Holy hot damn that's a highlight if I've ever seen one! Double Moonsault! Kid's lucky he didn't break his fool neck!

Terra Skye: An incredible display by one of Carnage Wrestling's most promising newcomers, but it might just cost his team the match if nobody can get back into the ring in time!

Boy: PARNABIUS POTSON AND THE FIERY LIGHTNING STICK OF TRUTH!

While the announcers were talking, the referee was counting! He's at five! Now six! And Dominick Strife manages to bring himself up, dragging Harry Hampton along with him! He rolls Hampton back into the ring before sliding in under the bottom rope, and this match is officially back underway!

Terra Skye: That was close.

Harry Hampton is dragged up to his feet, but immediately breaks free of the grip of his opponent and nails Dominick Strife with a European Uppercut! The force of the blow whips Strife around as the fans chant "AYE!", but Strife immediately responds by nailing Hampton with a Pele Kick! Hampton is grabbed and shoved into Strife's corner, and Strife tags in Axton Gunn. Strife and Gunn go to the center of the ring, and Axton Gunn Irish Whips Dominick Strife into the corner, where he hits Harry Hampton with a Ganmengiri Kick!

Johnny Vegas: Nearly decapitated your man in there, Skye…

Terra Skye: You know, I AM watching the match… So shut the fuck up!

Johnny Vegas: Ohhhhhhh Someone’s testy.

He then gets out of the way quickly, leaving the ring through the middle rope, as Axton Gunn comes flying in with a Running Knee Strike to Harry Hampton! Hampton falls down face-first at the onslaught of offense, and Axton Gunn pushes him over onto his back and quickly baseball slides out of the ring! Next, Sebastian Hawke springs to the top rope and hits a Diving Springboard Legdrop to Harry Hampton! He quickly slides out of the ring, and Dominick Strife caps off the offensive onslaught by hitting Hampton with a double foot stomp right to the head! Strife goes for the pin!


ONE!


TWO!!!!

And Jonathan Willis grabs Harry Hampton's leg and pulls him out under the bottom rope! Strife looks at Jon and curses, but Jon is looking at Eli Goode! Goode flips him off, but does actually get into the ring! Strife lashes out with a hard right cross, but Eli Goode blocks it and knees Strife in the solar plexus, doubling him over! Goode locks in a headlock and spikes Dominick Strife down to the mat with a DDT! He then keeps the headlock applied, rolls over, brings both himself and his opponent back to their feet, and transitions from the headlock into a Snap Suplex! And he's still going! Goode spins and twists, still holding the Suplex position, picks both himself and his opponent up again, and nails Dominick Strife with a Falcon Arrow! Rather than going for the pin, Goode uses both feet and pushes Strife out under the bottom rope, then turns to Strife's corner and shouts at both Axton Gunn and Sebastian Hawke to get in and try their luck!

Johnny Vegas: WOOOOOO!!!! GET EM!

Terra Skye: He did say before the match that he would only put forth the effort to win when he was good and ready, and it appears he's crossed that threshold. Despite his questionable actions before and even during this match, he's definitely displaying the skills that have made him a multi-time champion in Carnage Wrestling.

Boy: APRIL FLOWERS SHOWER MAY'S SOBER NUT CHRISTMAS IN JULY!

Axton Gunn jumps into the ring and sprints at Eli Goode, jumping up for a knee strike, which Goode attempts to block... but it was a feint! Gunn pulls off an impressive Superman Punch, spinning Goode around! He then nails Goode with a Half Nelson Suplex, sending Goode crashing to the mat right on his neck, folding him up like an accordion! Gunn quickly slides under the ring, and Dominick Strife runs in, delivering a crushing Double Axe Handle to Jonathan Willis, sending Jon to the outside while Goode is still down in the center of the ring! Strife then goes after Harry Hampton, but Harry blocks a shot at his head and nails a European Uppercut! But Strife immediately responds with Sweet Chin Music, knocking Hampton down onto the apron! Strife then yells at his two teammates, and Gunn and Hawke enter the ring!

Johnny Vegas: What on earth could they be planning now?

Terra Skye: Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll leave fans breathless. There's a lot more of Chaos 100 to come, so I don't know if this match will end up being the one that steals the show once all is said and done, but it's definitely in the running as it stands. With innovative offense and constant action, a lot of the men involved in this match are definitely giving it their absolute best.

Harry Hampton struggles to get up off the ring apron as Gunn, Hawke, and Strife plan their next move. Gunn grabs Eli Goode in a Suplex Position, hauls him up, and then places Goode's legs onto Sebastian Hawke's shoulders. Gunn then twists around, transitioning from his Suplex position to an Ace Crusher position. Eli Goode is now held aloft by both Hawke and Gunn, and Dominick Strife makes his move! Strife runs the ropes, leaps, and jumps onto Eli Goode's back, hitting him with a Double Stomp and using him as a Springboard to leap over the top rope and catch Harry Hampton right as he gets up off the apron! Hampton and Strife go spiraling end-over-end as Strife hits Hampton with a Canadian Destroyer to the outside!

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit he's dead!

Terra Skye: HARRY! NO!!!

Boy: FISH SALAD!

Back inside the ring, using the added force of Strife's double-stomp, Gunn and Hawke drop down and hit Eli Goode with an Elevated Ace Crusher! Gunn covers Goode, and Hawke flies out of the ring to try and keep Jon Willis out! The referee counts the fall!


ONE!!!


TWO!!!!!!


NO!!!!!!!!!

Jonathan Willis manages to break up the pinfall! On the outside, Hawke attempted his finisher, the Hawke's Landing, on Jonathan in order to keep Jon down, but Jon was able to duck, slide under the bottom rope, and dive onto Gunn in order to break up the pin! Hawke rolls back into the ring and attempts his "Lightning" Superkick on Jon, but Jon ducks, and in his haste to rectify his earlier mistake of not stopping Jon from getting back into the ring, Sebastian Hawke makes another mistake when he fails to recognize that his partner Axton Gunn was right behind Jon! Hawke accidentally hits Gunn full-force with his Superkick! Hawke's eyes go wide in surprise, and he's whipped around by Jonathan Willis!

Terra Skye: Oh shit!

Jon hits Hawke with a Rolling Thunder Kick, leaving Hawke dazed, and Jon immediately hops up and nails Hawke with The Bone Breaker! Hawke rolls to the outside, clutching his jaw and throat in pain! Dominick Strife runs in, attempting to hit Jon with Sweet Chin Music, but Jon ducks! With Strife facing away from him, Jon hits his "Shock the System" flipping Stunner onto Dominick Strife! And now Strife rolls out of the ring to recuperate! Jon looks around, sees Gunn still out from Hawke's superkick, and pulls him to the center of the ring! Jon lands a quick Standing Moonsault onto Axton Gunn and then begins climbing the top rope!

Terra Skye: This could be it! Jonathan Willis is prepared to risk it all to steal the show and win this match!

Johnny Vegas: SHIT… Oh wait… Yeah? I don’t fucking know anymore!

Boy: POURING WATER INTO A HOLE!!!

Jonathan Willis ascends to the top rope, crosses himself, and attempts his "End of Days" finisher! And he gets all of it! Jonathan Willis nails Axton Gunn with "The End of Days", an incredible Corkscrew 630 Splash! Jon goes for the pin and the win!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!

And Sebastian Hawke and Dominick Strife manage to dive into the ring, both men breaking up the pin! Jon gets up on wobbly legs, and both Hawke and Strife nail Superkicks onto Jonathan Willis! Jon is sent through the middle rope and collapses to the outside, where Harry Hampton remains, still down and still out! Eli Goode comes charging into the ring, taking down both Hawke and Strife with a Double Clothesline!

Goode grabs Strife and sets him up for The Good Bye, but Strife scoots out the back and shoves Eli Goode forward... right into Sebastian Hawke's Buzzsaw Kick finisher, Talons of the Hawke! Eli hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, landing beside Harry Hampton who’s back up to his knees!

Johnny Vegas: This shit is too much to comprehend…

Terra Skye: That’s true, there is a lot going on… Oh, come on Harry! You got this!

Harry slides into the ring with his opponents and ducks a clothesline from Hawke, only to run right into Dominick Strife's Sweet Chin Music finisher! Hampton is down and looks to be out! Hawke and Strife help Axton Gunn to his feet, and when he notices that Hampton is down in the center of the ring, Gunn nods and signals to the crowd!

Boy: SEVENTY ORANGES FROM SUNDAY!!!

The crowd cheers as Axton Gunn climbs to the top rope and hits The Encore onto Harry Hampton! With both Eli Goode and Jonathan Willis down on the outside, Gunn goes for the pin and the win!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!


THREE!!!!!!



Terra Skye: And it's over! Gunn wins it for his team! What a match!

Kelly Carmichael makes it official!

Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners... the team of SEBASTIAN HAWKE, DOMINICK STRIFE, AND AXTON GUNN…. THE ENTOURAGE!!!!

The fans cheer as Axton Gunn gets up on wobbly legs, a wide smile coming to his lips as his hand is raised in victory. Eventually, five of the six competitors stand in the ring with each other. Harry Hampton took a hard hit, but he's not permanently injured, so he eventually does get back up to his feet. Eli Goode, however, gets up on the outside of the ring - Shaking his head as he looks up into the ring and proceeds to head towards the entrance ramp, a look of disgust on his face.

Inside the ring, Harry Hampton, Jonathan Willis, Sebastian Hawke, Dominick Strife and Axton Gunn all acknowledge one another, with Hawke, Gunn, Hampton and Willis shaking hands and patting each other on the back. Strife hangs back, nodding as he turns his attention to his valet, Isla Burke as she congratulates him.

Johnny Vegas: Well isn't that just a happy ending for all involved. That's so sugary sweet I almost want to puke. No wonder Goode wanted nothing to do with that.

Terra Skye: I'm just glad Harry's ok, and I'm glad almost everyone in this match put on the absolute best performance they could. We might have the show stealer of the night here, legion. Even if it's not the Match of the Show, I'd wager it'll be close to the top of several "Match of the Year" lists before 2020 is over and done with… Let’s head into a break and we’ll be back in a few with Mitch Heart going up against the Masked German Monster… Lord Raab!

Boy: RIGHTEOUS PURGATORY!

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Johnny Vegas: Well, that was an interesting little message.

Boy: DO YOU HAVE A TREE?!

Terra Skye: .. I mean, he might not be wrong. Who knows?

Johnny Vegas: .....

Terra Skye: Anyway, our next match-up features one of the most intimidating stars in Carnage Wrestling taking on a man that knows no fear. It'll be an Ultraviolent Rules match, as Mitch Heart takes on Lord Raab.

Johnny Vegas: I'm pretty sure Mitch Heart is borderline crazy even on a good day, and I'm also pretty sure Lord Raab has some severed heads cooling in a deep freezer somewhere, so I'm absolutely sure that I can't wait to see these two psychopaths tear into each other.

Terra Skye: It also looks like the Carnage staff have gone the extra mile in setting up this Ultraviolent encounter.

The camera quickly shifts ringside for several seconds, showing that all around the ring various Ultraviolent objects have been scattered and piled on top of each other: barbed wire, tables, ladders, chairs, a kendo stick, a bat, light tubes, panes of glass, even lighter fluid and a Zippo lighter. The cameras cut back to the announce team, showing the sly grin of Johnny Vegas.

Johnny Vegas: It's a hardcore Christmas tonight at Chaos 100! And Santa left out all the presents!

Terra Skye: Let's head ringside for the introductions and what will surely be a bloody, chaotic brawl between two of Carnage Wrestling's top stars.

"Can't Trust Anyone" by Oh No Not Stereo blares out across the PA system as Mitch "The Broken" Heart makes his way out from behind the curtain. Mitch’s body seems full of tension as he makes his way to the ring, taping up his fists en route. His eyes are mostly focused forward, though occasionally they’ll dart about as if looking for someone who might try to jump him. Entering the ring quickly, he shifts from one foot to another, fists up and muscles taut as an overwound spring.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is an ULTRAVIOLENT RULES match, scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds and standing 6'4''... MITCH "THE BROKEN" HEART!

"Monster" by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname "The Masked German Monster" on the front of them, with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers and black gloves on both of his hands. Wearing his intimidating black and red striped mask, Lord Raab ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes. He crouches down in the corner, moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at Mitch Heart with anger in his eyes.

Kelly Carmichael: And the opponent, also standing at 6'4" and weighing in tonight at 250 pounds... "The Masked German Monster" Lord Raab!

Terra Skye: I'm sure the Carnage legion is eagerly anticipated this match-up, so let's get things started! That's your cue, Boy.

Boy:RED SUS!



The match begins with both men walking forward and meeting each other chest-to-chest in the middle of the ring. Mitch Heart looks to the fans, who cheer, then he shrugs... and hits Lord Raab right to the side of the jaw with a closed fist! The fans cheer... but Lord Raab doesn't even flinch. His head tilts to the side, almost questioning, and Mitch Heart hits him with another heavy blow! And once again Lord Raab displays no emotion to getting hit in the face. Mitch looks taken aback, but only for a moment, and he rears back for another strike... but Lord Raab lets loose with a vicious European Uppercut to Mitch Heart, flooring him!

Johnny Vegas: Mitch Heart is learning the hard way that Lord Raab isn't built like most people. Sometimes I wonder if the guy is even human.

Mitch Heart rolls to the outside of the ring, holding his jaw and considering his next move. He spots a Kendo Stick resting on the ring apron, and he grabs it and enters the ring. The fans cheer as Lord Raab remains motionless. Mitch twirls the stick around, aims, and hits Lord Raab hard on the chest with the Kendo Stick! The crowd hears a resounding "thwack" as the kendo stick makes its impact, but once again Lord Raab doesn't move! So Mitch Heart gives him another! And the Kendo Stick nearly breaks! But once again Lord Raab doesn't move!

Mitch Heart prepares one more swing... but Lord Raab grabs him by the throat! Mitch swings wildly, catching Lord Raab on the side of the head, but Raab doesn't let go! The fans are forced to watch on as Lord Raab leads Mitch Heart by the throat to the ring ropes, then Chokeslams him out of the ring and through two nearby tables that were set up on the outside!

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit! A Chokeinator! To the outside and through a table! Now that's what I'm talking about! Both men wanted an Ultraviolent encounter and that's what they're gonna get!

Raab goes over the top ropes to exit the ring and then hops down to the floor, moving aside the table wreckage so he can attempt the first pinfall of the night!


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TWO!!!!

And Mitch Heart kicks out! Mitch Heart kicks out and begins crawling out of the wreckage of the two tables he was just sent through, but Lord Raab stalks him like an apex predator hunting its prey!

Terra Skye: I don't know what Raab has in store for Mitch after that kickout, but I know it's not good. Nothing that's inside that sick, twisted head could be called good.

Boy: ONLY THING SCARIER THAN BIG MASKED SCARY MAN IS SPAWNING IN WITH 3 TASKS IN ELECTRICAL! IT HAUNTS MY NIGHTMARES!

Mitch Heart manages to get an arm across one of the ringside fan barricades, using it to help himself get up... but Heart immediately lets out a scream of pain as Lord Raab breaks a light tube right across Mitch's back! Raab grabs Heart, lifts him up, and Suplexes Mitch Heart onto the fan barricade! Mitch Heart is hung up on the barricade face-down and Raab rips his shirt off! Raab deals a clubbing blow to Heart's spine, then quickly picks up two light tubes nearby! The fans grimace as Lord Raab swings with first his left arm and then his right, breaking two light tubes across the exposed back of Mitch Heart in quick succession!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like Lord Raab had a bright idea to use light tubes! Get it? Bright? Because they're light tubes?

Terra Skye: That joke was terrible and you should feel terrible.

Johnny Vegas: I'm funny god dammit.

Boy: IT'S CYAN AND LIME, NOT LIGHT BLUE AND LIGHT GREEN! EDUCATE YOURSELVES!

Lord Raab has more pain in store for Mitch Heart, and in an intimidating display that shows a total disregard for his own safety, Lord Raab wraps himself in barbed wire! Raab then grabs Mitch Heart and locks in a Bear Hug! Mitch Heart's exposed skin is being pressed hard into the barbed wire by the force of Raab's submission hold! Heart yells in pain and anger, but can't break the hold! The referee begins asking Heart if he wants to tap out! Heart screams no! And Raab locks the hold in tighter! Raab lifts Heart up, onto his left shoulder, and attempts to run into a corner ringpost!

But Mitch counters! Looking behind him, Heart measures the distance, coils his legs, and at the last moment before impact, uses his legs to spring off of the ringpost! He wraps an arm around Lord Raab's head, and with the momentum, Mitch Heart turns Lord Raab's Bear Hug into a Tornado DDT! The fans cheer as Mitch breaks the hold! Mitch Heart looks around at all the plunder nearby... and grabs an Aluminum Bat! Mitch Heart spins the bat around, readying up for his opponent!

Johnny Vegas: Swing batter batter swing! Aim for the cheap seats!

When Lord Raab gets to his feet after removing the barbed wire wrapped around himself, Mitch Heart hits him from behind with the bat, swinging hard and catching Lord Raab right behind the knee with a hard blow! Lord Raab falls to one knee! Mitch Heart nods, points with the bat at his opponent, and then dashes forward, hitting Lord Raab on the back of the head with the bat! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT" as the metallic twang of the bat meeting Lord Raab's skull echoes throughout the arena! Heart goes for the pin!


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TWO!!!!

And a kickout by Lord Raab!

Johnny Vegas: Mitch Heart swung for the fences on that one, but Lord Raab still managed to kick out!

Terra Skye: Both men are displaying both an incredible toughness and an incredible propensity for violence!

The match continues, with Mitch Heart readying another swing, waiting for Lord Raab to get to his feet. Lord Raab reaches for something nearby, his bulky frame hiding it from view, and when he turns around, Mitch Heart swings for the fences once again... but his aluminum bat is blocked by a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire! The bat embeds itself in the barbed wire and Raab pulls on the board, causing Mitch Heart to stumble toward him off-balance! Lord Raab catches his opponent with a harsh back-elbow!

The force of the blow causes Mitch to whip around, and Raab sends Mitch Heart to the floor with a Back Suplex! With his opponent currently down, Lord Raab turns his attention to the barbed wire 2x4 that currently has an aluminum bat stuck in it. Raab pulls hard on the aluminum bat, dislodging it from the 2x4, and he throws it wildly into the crowd, causing the fans to scatter and chant "THAT'S A LAWSUIT" in the classic "4-syllables followed by two claps and then three quick claps" chant.

But Lord Raab couldn't care less, as he eagerly picks up his Barbed Wire 2x4 and waits for Mitch Heart to get up. When he does, Raab hits Heart hard across the back with the 2X4! Heart screams in agony and goes down to his knees! Raab stands over Mitch Heart and mercilessly grinds the barbed wire 2x4 into Mitch's head, busting him wide open! Raab tosses his weapon aside as Mitch Heart struggles to get to his feet! Raab reaches under the ring... and pulls out a large metal chain! He wraps the chain around Mitch Heart's throat and begins choking the life right out of him!

Johnny Vegas: Raab is so strong he might pop his head clean off! How's that for Ultraviolent?!

Terra Skye: Something like that wouldn't be humanly possible even for someone with Raab's considerable strength. But it's still a choke hold, and with it being Ultraviolent Rules, everything's legal and pinfalls or submissions can occur anywhere. Mitch Heart needs to think of something fast before he blacks out!

Boy: SPEAKING OF BLACKOUTS, REMEMBER TO TURN OFF LIGHTS! EVEN IF EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT STACK KILLING BY NOW AND WON'T STACK, THERE'S STILL PLENTY OF WAYS TO GET IN A QUICK KILL BEFORE EVERYONE CAN SEE AGAIN!

Mitch Heart refuses to submit, but his face begins turning bright red and he has to fight for every breath of air! Mitch Heart looks around the ringside area wildly... and sees his saving grace! One of the ring crew stacked half a dozen glass panes together and leaned them up against the fan barricade for later use! Mitch fights to his feet, runs forward, grabs the chain around his neck, pulls hard, twists, flips, and sends both himself and Lord Raab through the panes of glass! Thanks to Mitch Heart's positioning, Lord Raab goes through first, with the full weight of Mitch Heart colliding on top of him as Lord Raab's bulky frame collides with the glass panes!

Boy: FRAME THIS!

Terra Skye: Oh Jesus... Glass everywhere!

The glass shatters into fragments upon impact as the fans cheer and Heart manages to get free of the chain wrapped around his neck! Mitch manages to crawl away as Lord Raab lays in the wreckage of the glass panes, glass shards all around him. Raab struggles to get to his feet, and when he does, Mitch Heart hits him over the head with a steel chair! Raab leans up against the barricade, wrapping both arms around the barricade to try and stay standing, and Mitch Heart hits him again! Raab goes down! Mitch Heart puts his dented chair onto the ring apron, and reaches under the ring... pulling out a ladder!

Johnny Vegas: And just what the hell does he think he's going to be doing with that?!

Terra Skye: Whatever it is, it might be the end for Lord Raab!

Boy: THE SKELD IS NOT THE ONLY MAP! VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE! IF YOU'RE NOT GOOD, GET GOOD! IF YOU'RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH WHERE EVERYTHING IS, JUST PLAY UNTIL YOU ARE! JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH SKELD! PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT!

Mitch Heart sets up a 15" ladder, placing it nearby. Mitch Heart grabs another, different steel folding chair that's been left near the ring, and sets it up near Lord Raab. Mitch grabs Raab and pushes him onto the chair, forcing Raab into a seated position... and Lord Raab wraps his arm around Mitch Heart's throat! Heart thinks quickly, grabbing the chair that he had left on the apron, and as Lord Raab hauls him up for the Chokeinator, Mitch Heart hits him across the head with a steel chair! Lord Raab stumbles back, seating himself on the other chair! Mitch Heart delivers another hard shot to the head with his chair to keep Lord Raab in place... and Mitch Heart begins climbing the 15" ladder one-handed, still holding a steel chair!

Johnny Vegas: And the climb begins! I don't know what the hell Heart is thinking! The anticipation is agonizing! I hope it lasts!

Terra Skye: You're ripping off famous quotes from other media again aren't you?

Johnny Vegas: I don't rip off. Ever. I homage. Big difference.

Terra Skye: Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Johnny Vegas: We're been through this, what helps me sleep at night is Xanax and Jack Daniels. I call it the Johnny Vegas Special.

Terra Skye: I call it an overdose waiting to happen.

Boy: STOP SAYING SOMEONE IS SUS JUST FOR FOLLOWING YOU! AND IF SOMEONE IS FOLLOWING YOU FOR A LONG TIME AND HASN'T KILLED YOU YET, THAT DOESN'T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE THEM INNOCENT! PAY ATTENTION! USE CONTEXT CLUES! REMEMBER WHO YOU SAW GO WHERE AND WHEN! ACTUALLY USE YOUR BRAIN!

Mitch Heart gets about halfway up the ladder, almost eight full feet above ground level, and he turns around, looking down at his opponent. Mitch grins from his perch on the ladder, looking out over the crowd. He shrugs, holds his chair close to his chest... and leaps off the ladder! While holding a steel chair, Mitch Heart comes sailing off the ladder with a Diving Crossbody onto Lord Raab! The chair Raab was sitting on breaks on impact! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" as the force of the impact causes Mitch Heart to bounce up and off of his opponent! Mitch Heart somehow finds the strength to crawl on top of Lord Raab and pin him!


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KICKOUT!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Holy hell, he really might not be human! He just earned his nickname "The Masked German Monster"! Only a monster could take that move and kick out of it, knowing it means more punishment to come!

Terra Skye: Somehow this match continues, and look at what Mitch Heart is planning next!

The camera catches Mitch Heart scanning the area around him for weapons... and finding the lighter fluid and lighter! Mitch grabs both and puts them on the ring apron! He then slides a table into the ring! And then he hauls Lord Raab's bulky frame back inside the ring! Mitch slides under the ropes and begins setting up the table as Lord Raab struggles to somehow get to his feet! Mitch douses the table in lighter fluid and sets it ablaze! The fans stand up in anticipation as Lord Raab gets to his feet on wobbly legs! Mitch Heart runs past him, hits the ropes, rebounds, and launches himself at Lord Raab... and Lord Raab catches Mitch Heart and delivers a debilitating Spinebuster through the flaming table! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" one more time as Lord Raab goes for the cover!


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TWO!!!!!


KICKOUT! MITCH HEART SOMEHOW MANAGES TO KICK OUT!!!

Johnny Vegas: Jesus Christ Almighty on the Cross, what's it going to take to put either of these two away?!

Terra Skye: This has been an incredible display of toughness, grit, and brutality, and it's somehow still not over!

Mitch Heart rolls away from Lord Raab, clutching his back in agony, burns now added to the pockmarks of several barbed wire attacks. Lord Raab grabs Mitch Heart by the hair and then unceremoniously tosses him right out of the ring, once again displaying his brute strength. Lord Raab goes outside, finds his chain from earlier, and once again wraps it around Mitch Heart's neck. But instead of trying to choke him out, Lord Raab begins walking up the entrance ramp, pulling Mitch Heart with him by the chain!

Johnny Vegas: And now they're fighting by the entrance ramp! They're going right to the top of the entrance stage! What the hell are they going to do there?!

Terra Skye: Oh no, I think I have an idea! Look what the Carnage crew left at the bottom of the entrance stage! They must have not been able to bring it ringside because of how large it was and just left it there!

Johnny Vegas: What sadistic maniac even made that thing?! C$J needs to either fire them or give them a raise, because that's taking Ultraviolence to another level!

The camera zooms in on what Johnny and Terra are talking about... a monstrous creation that can best be described as a giant spiderweb made of barbed wire. It must be at least fifteen feet wide and fifteen feet long. The entire structure stands about four feet off the ground, held together and held aloft by hard wooden planks. The cameras then cut back to the two competitors, as Lord Raab drags Mitch Heart right to the top of the entrance stage, overlooking the barbed wire spiderweb. It must be at least a six foot drop from the stage, and the crowd looks on with breathless anticipation, sensing what's coming.

Lord Raab lets go of the chain, and Mitch Heart manages to get the chain off of himself right as he's hauled up to his feet. Mitch breaks free of Lord Raab's grasp, and the two men begin trading shots! They're going blow-for-blow, hitting each other as hard as they can, and their exchange ends when Lord Raab wraps his hand around Mitch Heart's throat! Mitch Heart struggles, but his struggles are in vain, as he's led by the throat to the edge of the entrance ramp!

Johnny Vegas: Here it comes!

Terra Skye: I want to look away, but I can't! This will be a defining moment for a defining show!

Boy: IT'S IMPORTANT TO PLAY SMART BUT IT'S ALSO IMPORTANT TO HAVE FUN! IT'S JUST A GAME! DON'T LET IT RUIN FRIENDSHIPS! AND LEARN TO JUST TAKE A LOSS AND MOVE ON! MATCHES ONLY LAST TEN TO FIFTEEN MINUTES AT MAX ANYWAY! IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD TO ADMIT YOU GOT BAMBOOZLED!

Lord Raab lifts Mitch Heart high into the air... and Mitch Heart counters! He shifts his body weight and lands to the side of his opponent, and this dramatic escape catches Lord Raab off-guard and leaves him wide open! Mitch Heart hits Lord Raab with the Heartbreaker! Lord Raab doubles over in pain, and Mitch Heart sets him up for the Fall of the Broken! But now Lord Raab counters! He lifts Mitch Heart up in almost a Belly to Back Suplex position... but he shifts, turns, and transitions it into a Chokeinator onto the entrance stage! Mitch Heart's back hits the unforgiving entrance stage hard, and Lord Raab signals for the end!

Lord Raab grabs Mitch Heart and gets him to his feet. Mitch struggles hard against Lord Raab, but Raab deals him several clubbing blows to his bruised, bloody, and burned back. Mitch Heart stumbles to his knees, and Lord Raab sets him up for The Killerbuster! But Mitch Heart reverses it into a Backdrop, nearly sending Lord Raab off the entrance stage! Raab crawls forward, gets to his feet, and grabs Mitch Heart... but Mitch Heart shoves him off, and once again Lord Raab teeters over the edge!

Lord Raab is so focused on trying to regain his balance that he's caught completely off-guard as Mitch Heart hits him with another Heartbreaker! Lord Raab doubles over in pain, clutching his chest, and Mitch Heart sets him up for the Fall of the Broken! In what will surely go down as a monument highlight of his career, Mitch Heart nails Lord Raab with the Fall of the Broken off of the entrance stage and into the barbed wire spiderweb! One last time the fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" as somehow Heart manages to cover his opponent, the referee counting the fall!


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THREE!!!!!!!

And Lord Raab finally stays down! The bell rings as the fans continue to chant "HOLY SHIT" and Kelly Carmichael makes it official!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner... MITCH "THE BROKEN" HEART!!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: I want to say that lived up to the hype, but it did so much more than that! That blew the hype right out of the water and into about a million pieces! That's one of the craziest things I've ever seen!

Terra Skye: Everyone involved at Chaos 100 seems to be putting on the performances of their lives, and this match was no exception. Mitch Heart managed to come away with the win, but both men earned the respect and admiration of the entire legion tonight. What an incredible brawl. And there's still more to come, legion! Chaos 100 continues!

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Eli walks down the hall and notices a cameraman following him. He turns to the cameraman and smiles.

Eli Goode: Why hello there. If it isn't a lucky cameraman. I'm glad you've been following me. I know that it's difficult getting any attention from people like Adrienne Levi, Steve Matthews, Dragon Lady, and Matt Knox. They're just bland personalities that can never make a crowd react.

He chuckles to himself as the Carnage Legion boos. Eli smiles and looks in the direction of the crowd. He takes in a deep breath.

Eli Goode: Ah, do you hear that? It's the Legion of socially distance fans making it known that they don't about me. See, I was able to get a reaction from them. Unlike the four I just mentioned. Cameraman, give me an intense zoom in, please.

The camera slowly zooms in on Eli's face. He looks intensely into the camera.

Eli Goode: Knox, I heard your challenge, and I have an answer for you. I wanted to tell it to you with a high-quality camera, and with the Legion close by so they can give their reactions. My answer is one word... NOPE!

He throws his head back and laughs. The crowd boos which makes his laughter even louder. He wipes a tear from his eye.

Eli Goode: Oh God, oh, Knox, did you really think I'd say yes to you? Some in makeup? No, no, you're not worth my time, and speaking of my time, another reason why I'm saying no is that I recently discovered that I have months worth of vacation time. Time that I've earned for being a constant draw for Carnage unlike like you Knox. So, I asked C$J if I could take my months earned vacation, and he approved.

The crowd finally cheers hearing Eli is leaving. They even start to sing the chorus of "Na Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye." Once they start singing, Eli begins to boil up in anger.

Eli Goode: No, no, shut up. See this is why I'm leaving. Because of you ungrateful fans.

Eli walks down the hall with the cameraman following him. Eli pushes past different production hands and through the curtains to the arena. He looks out at the Legion. They continue to sing. The microphone on the camera is the only thing that can pick up what Eli is saying.

Eli Goode: Yeah, all of you ungrateful fans. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have your pointless entertainment. I was the one that you came to see. I was the one that made you cheer. Not Matt Knox. Me! If it wasn't for me, you'd have gotten bored. Without me, you all are insignificant. Just remember that. Remember that, bitches.

As Eli is backing up the ramp hurling insults at the legion and their chorus of boos. In his hubris, however he does not see Matthew Knox step out onto the ramp holding a steel chair. As Eli turns around, Knox hurls the chair at him but Eli catches it, only to have Knox kick it into his face, flooring him to the approving cheers of the legion!

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck is he doing to Eli?!

Terra Skye: Apparently, Matt Knox has taken issue with Eli’s words tonight! He had issued a challenge to Eli, but was denied!

Knox pulls Eli up and locks in the Cobra Clutch, he then nails him with the downfall, springing up and holding his fists up to the approving Carnage Legion. Knox isn’t done though, as he pulls Eli and drags him to the top of the ramp.

Johnny Vegas: Security! Get the fuck out here!

Knox drags Eli to the edge, and turns him around once again locking in the cobra clutch, before vaulting Eli Goode off the stage with a release version of his downfall finisher! Eli Goode crashes through production and catering tables, crumpling on a heap atop it all. Matt Knox stands up, and stares over the edge yelling down at the battered Eli Goode.

Matt Knox: Don’t you ever, EVER speak out of turn again! You entitled, disrespectful prick son of a bitch!

Matthew then heads to the back as the legion sit in a mix of stunned silence, with some of the sicker fans cheering loudly.

Terra Skye: Jesus christ..get medical out here!

Johnny Vegas: CALL THE FUCKIN COPS ON KNOX!

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Johnny Vegas: I am SO FUCKING MAD RIGHT NOW!

Terra Skye: I mean, I don't blame you... But Eli kinda--

Johnny Vegas: Don't you fucking say he asked for it! DON'T YOU SAY IT!

Terra Skye: He's had a pretty shitty attitude lately, we saw that in the match earlier. I hope Eli figures out whatever it is that he needs to find out because he is one of Carnage's most talented members and he's been here for a long time. I hate to see him losing his way.

Boy: THE JACK IN THE BOX!

Johnny Vegas: ... You know... You know why he's lost his way? I do, but I'm not going to say anything right now.

Terra Skye: ....Really?

Johnny Vegas: Yeah. Let's just get ready for this next match... Winter against Matthews, huh? WINTERRRR!!!!

Terra Skye: ...There's something going on here and I should be able to figure it out but we do have to move on with the show.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is a one on one match and is scheduled for one fall!! In this contest, there is a thirty minute time limit and any outside interference will result in termination from Carnage Wrestling as per Steve Matthews chosen stipulation.

The arena lights go off completely, until two words pop up on the titantron, in big white letters.

"Alex Winter"

Kelly Carmichael: Ladies and gentlemen, from Beverly Hills, California… weighing in at 210lbs... he is Carnage Wrestling’s Resident Bastard… ALEX… WINTER!!!

The lights return.

"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.

Johnny Vegas: Alex looks completely dialled in, what a spectacle this is going to be!

[/font]Terra Skye: Two of the very best to currently grace a Carnage Wrestling ring… this will be special... and it’s about to begin!

“I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin suddenly sounds throughout the building and the crowd erupt into an undeniably positive response. After a few seconds pause Steve Matthews strolls out onto the ramp area, he smirks in a self-satisfied and confident manner at the reaction from the fans and begins his walk down to the ring. Steve acknowledges a good few fans and slap hands as he wanders down the ramp with many others, he continues to receive the positive crowd response as he ascends the ring steps.

He takes the steel steps up to the apron and then climbs onto the top turnbuckle, remaining perched on it for a moment that is frozen in time, cameras from around the stadium taking shots of him. and lighting up the surrounding darkness. He smiles at Kelly Carmichael in the centre of the ring who says:

Kelly Carmichael: Entering the ring at this time... now residing in Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in at 220 pounds...

With a demonstration of agility, Steve bounds off the turnbuckle, landing on his feet in the ring. A spotlight shines on Matthews as the surrounding lights are dimmed.

Kelly Carmichael: He is the Straight Shooter… Steve Matthews!!!

As she says this, the spotlight fades away and the lighting returns to normal. Once arriving at his respective corner, Matthews stretches his arms and legs, gazing straight ahead with a look of intensity.

Terra Skye: This is a momentous occasion! Despite their short time in Carnage these two men are getting reactions that will be the envy of many others performing tonight.

Johnny Vegas: The atmosphere in here is crazy!

Terra Skye: There is already so much history between these two despite the short time they have graced Carnage.

The crowd is still going absolutely mad as Winter and Matthews eye each other from opposite corners. Duelling chants of “Winter Sucks! Winter Sucks!” and “Let’s go Matthews! Let’s go Matthews!” are interchangeable, as these two men have clearly made their impact on Carnage fans. As the crowd noise finally begins to die down, Winter and Matthews step out of their respective corners and meet each other in the centre of the ring. The crowd gets to their feet again as the two begin trash talking back and forth..



Johnny Vegas: THIS IS ELECTRIC!!

Terra Skye: It's been one hell of a night so far, and this match is going to be no different.

Winter strikes first and hits midsection punches, lefts, rights, kicks and Matthews covers up and reels back into the corner!!

Terra Skye: Alex Winter starting out strong and fast.

Matthews is backed into the corner and Winter unleashes more lefts and rights until Matthews blocks one and absolutely nails Winter with a spinning back elbow!!

Johnny Vegas: What the f...

Terra Skye: WINTER IS ROCKED!! HE’S HURT!!

Winter stumbles back but before he can take the bump, Matthews nails The Perfect Hit!!!

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!

Johnny Vegas: NO!!! HE'S OUT COLD!! ALEX IS OUT COLD!!

Matthews just lays over the top of Winter and stares directly into the hard camera.


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Two


THR…. KICK OUT!!

The sold out arena all gasp at the same time. The gasps soon drift into a “holy shit” chant.

Terra Skye: Oh my god, what a kick out, Matthews nearly beat Alex Winter in just thirty six seconds.

Johnny Vegas: What the hell are we witnessing? Alex kicked out at literally two point nine.

As Steve Matthews sat there surprised that Alex Winter had kicked out, Alex seized his chance by rolling out of the ring to try and gain his composure whilst trying to shake the cobwebs loose. Matthews chooses not to follow Alex and gives him a knowing grin whilst signalling with his fingers how close Winter was to losing so damn early on. Alex responds by flipping Matthews the bird before stealing a sign from a fan. It had “We love Steve Matthews” on it. Once Alex has the sign he tears it in half and throws it to the floor before spitting on it as he does. Steve reacts by taking a step back and making it clear he is willing to let Winter slide back in the ring.

Terra Skye: Why on Earth does Winter need to do that to the fans?

Johnny Vegas: It’s Alex Winter, he does what he wants!

Boy: I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.

Upon realising the ref has been counting him out and is now at eight, Alex has no choice but to slide himself into the ring under the bottom rope, almost as quickly as Matthews can step forward, Alex slides back out. Alex starts shouting abuse at the crowd who in return shout abuse back. He then starts a leisurely stroll around the ring, keeping his eyes on Matthews the whole time.

Johnny Vegas: Like it or not, this is sensible by Alex.

Terra Skye: After thirty six seconds the match was nearly over, now we’ve gone a lot longer than that again with nothing happening.

Boy: Who farted?

Alex stops and walks towards the ring, complaining to the ref that Matthews isn’t allowing him to enter. Upon hearing the complaints, Steve walks back well away from Alex to the opposite side of the ring. With a smirk on his face, Alex slides into the ring, taunting Matthews as the ref stood between them. The ref steps back and almost on cue Alex slaps Matthews across the face, to Winter’s obvious surprise he gets a return slap almost instantly.

Winter returns Matthews slap by poking him in the eye and instantly follows it up with a kick to the gut and then hits a swinging neckbreaker to Matthews. Alex doesn’t stop there, he stomps Matthews on his left arm, followed by his left and right legs, then his right arm which ends with Alex’s final stomp being on Steve’s forehead. Extremely pleased with himself, Alex starts posing to the crowd only to be greeted with an encore of abuse.

Johnny Vegas: And just like that Alex is in control.

Terra Skye: Safe to say these fans are not impressed.

Johnny Vegas: Who cares?

Boy: EGG SALAD!!!

Winter taking his eye off Steve proves a bad move because Matthews without getting to his feet sweeps Alex’s legs from under him sending Alex to the mat, Steve takes advantage of the situation quickly by nailing a low dropkick to Winter’s spine as he starts to sit back up. Alex stumbles to his feet and is grabbed by Matthews who sends him flying with a release full nelson suplex.

Terra Skye: Ouch!

Matthews walks over to the fallen Alex Winter, he drags Alex to his feet and for a second time in the match is greeted with a poke to the eye. The ref clearly acknowledges Alex Winter doing so but Alex just ignores the ref, Alex backs up enough to run at Steve on one knee and hits the Shining Wizard transitioning it into the Triangle Choke.

Johnny Vegas: Alex ignores the ref and just does what he wants as usual.

Terra Skye: Dirty tactics by Alex as the crowd show their dislike.

Boy: If you ain't dirrty. You ain't here to party. WOO!!!

After a short struggle Matthews although still being choked gets Winter onto his shoulders, this leads to Alex releasing the hold before a count can even begin. Winter still in control drags Steve to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Steve springs back with a spinning heel kick sending both men crashing down hard. The ref starts his count…

One!


Two!


Three!


Four!


Five!

Both men now on their knees start trading stiff punches, Matthews upon gaining the upper hand hits a DDT from the kneeling position and quickly hooks a leg.

One!



Two!



Kick Out!

Terra Skye: Much safer kick out that time, these two though are killing each other out here.

Johnny Vegas: I for one wouldn’t miss Matthews.

Boy: My underwear is sticky.

Looking to be in control Steve lifts Alex and attempts to nail The Royal Flush but Winter flips Matthews around and nails him with the Icebreaker. Alex rolls over and hooks the leg of Matthews.


One!



Two!



Kick Out!

Alex gets to his knees frustrated with not getting the pin as his fist punches the mat hard.

Terra Skye: Wow!

Winter, clearly frustrated, literally yanks Matthews up by the hair and runs at the ropes springboarding off and hitting The Wild Ride on Matthews. Alex without hesitation goes for the pin on Steve.



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Thr… Matthews kicks out!!!

The crowd respond with a gasp almost matching the one from earlier and follow up with a “holy sh!t” chant.

Terra Skye: The crowd is right and that kick out was every bit as unreal as Winter’s earlier.

Johnny Vegas: If you say so.

Boy: I don’t like onions or garlic!

Winter gets to his feet and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and goes for the Senton Bomb but Matthews manages to get his knees up in time. Alex is now rolling around in pain on the mat as Matthews manages to get to his feet.

Terra Skye: How many times are these two gonna counter the other? This is unbelievable.

Matthews although clearly feeling it manages to grab Alex and pull him in, after a short struggle he gets Winter set and nails The Extreme Dream. Steve, although quick to his feet is not really ready to take advantage and stumbles back toward a corner and allows the turnbuckle to hold him up whilst catching his breath. After a while Alex is stirring and gets up onto all fours, seizing the moment Matthews takes a deep breath and charges over smashing Winter’s face into the mat with The Last Act! The leg gets hooked...



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THREE!!! MATTHEWS WINS!!! The crowd erupt at getting the result they obviously wanted and show their appreciation for the stunning match between two of Carnage Wrestling's fastest rising stars.



Johnny Vegas: NO!!!!!!

Terra Skye: What a match and what a moment!! These men have just produced a match of pure quality.

Boy: NO!! YES!! WHAT!!

Kelly Carmichael: Your Winner… STEVE MATTHEWS!!!

Steve Matthews gets to his feet and is greeted by an amazing ovation. Before he can soak any of it in a loud scream of “STEVE” can be heard, the scream snaps Matthews attention toward the ramp where an unknown man is dragging Kylie Ford out into the arena by her hair. Matthews doesn’t even get through the ropes before the man has literally launched Kylie head first into the tron area cutting her head slightly and leaving her a scared and crying mess.

Terra Skye: THAT’S KRYSTIAN PEARCE!!!

Steve reaches Kylie and calls for medical help as officials forcefully remove Krystian Pearce from the scene. It would be an understatement to say Steve's expression is murderous.

At this point Alex Winter had started to stir in the ring hearing all the commotion. He manages to get to the corner of the ring, perching himself up leaning in the corner. Alex was basically sitting up with his back supported by the bottom turnbuckle. Looking up at the ramp, he'd noticed the aftermath and the most sinister and satisfying smirk appeared on his face. Alex knew instantly that Krystian Pearce had been the culprit.

Terra Skye: Wow... What the hell?!

Johnny Vegas: GOOD! I mean KINDA!

Terra Skye: Christ... Matthews got his win against Alex Winter and then this happens?

Boy: LEAN TO THE LEFT... LEAN TO THE RIGHT

Johnny Vegas: Serves him right for being a fuck.

Terra Skye: HIM?! Have you looked at Winter lately? He's the--

Boy: CRISSCROSS!!!

Johnny Vegas: GAH! There's no talking to you! GO TO BREAK!

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Kyra Johnson is seen walking down the hallway, heading back towards her locker room and behind her, a certain redhead rounds a corner and spots her - Approaching cautiously.

Amber Ryan: Hey Kyra…

Kyra hears her voice and stops, turning around to face her. Amber pauses almost waiting for a response but the silence grows quickly between them as Kyra simply stands here, staring at her.

Amber Ryan: Look, I know you're busy or whatever but I've been meaning to catch up with you…

Kyra Johnson: ...Yeah?

Amber brushes some hair out of her face, her body language almost hopeful that things weren't as tense as they might first appear.

Amber Ryan: I know tonight is gonna be weird and rough… just straight up awful for everyone probably but… well… whatever happens Kyra, just know I still love ya. You're still my best friend and nothing tonight changes that.

Kyra sighs, running her hands through her own hair and after a few more moments of silence, she finally brings her eyes up to meet Ambers.

Kyra Johnson: You know what? As much as I care about you… I just don’t care. Watching you standing in Daddy’s corner like you’re his fucking pet.. It’s disgusting. I honestly thought you were better than that… Better than him. Tonight might fucking suck for you, but hey.. Welcome to how I felt back at Isolation.

Kyra shrugs her shoulders.

Kyra Johnson: And yeah, there’s a part of me that wants you to watch what Mac and I do to each other later on and I want you to feel how God damned helpless I felt.. But see, I’ll tell you right to your face, I’m not gonna apologize for what I’m gonna do to him.

If Amber is taken back, she doesn't outwardly show it. A small almost sick smile creeping across her lips instead.

Amber Ryan: Isolation… yeah. Like that isn't a dead horse worth flogging a little more…
What the fuck else do you want me to say Kyra? I'm not getting on my knees and begging for forgiveness and I damn sure can't go back and change anything… You act as though you were the only one hurt by any of this…

Amber stops herself, taking a deep breath to centre herself.

Amber Ryan: I will be watching- whatever happens you know how I feel… just a shame knowing only one us seems to actually mean it.

See you out there later…

Amber goes to walk away but stops, only half turning to face Kyra.

Amber Ryan: Whatever all this is… I hope it's worth it… cause it took way too long for me to realize it wasn't.

Without waiting for a response, trying to allow her footsteps to dampen that final crackle in her voice, Amber disappears down the corridor. And as she does, Kyra sighs and rolls her eyes - Continuing in the direction she was already headed in.

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Johnny Vegas: Oh my God... THAT BITCH!

Terra Skye: Jesus... Bad things are brewing between Amber and Kyra, if they weren't already.

Boy: FROSTY TACOS!

Johnny Vegas: God, I hope Mac and Jack fuck those two up tonight... They've more than earned the ass beating.

Terra Skye: Playing Devil's advocate here, what Amber and Jack did prior to Isolation was horrible... But Kyra has definitely NOT let it go, and that's not good.

Johnny Vegas: I've gotten over it, why the fuck can't she?! UGH.

Terra Skye: I don't know but what I do know is that the final two matches here tonight are going to be messy...

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is a Chain Match! There will be no disqualifications, count outs, submissions, or pin falls! The only way for a competitor to win is to tap each corner post without interruption by their opponent!

“Overcome” by Creed blares forth, as the audience comes unglued. The house lights dim to a deep blue as fog begins to billow at the top of the stage. A single spotlight shines upon the curtain, as Matthew Knox steps out in the middle of the opening verse, the crowd reaching a new decibel

“Don’t cry victim to me,
Everything we are and hoped to be
Is buried and gone
Now it’s my turn to speak

Matthew surveys the audience, and raises both arms in the air before starting to walk down to the ring, slapping outstretched hands on the way down.

To expose and release what’s been killing me
I’ll be damned, fighting you.

He slides under the bottom rope, and gets to his feet, standing perfectly still a moment, with his head bowed.

It’s impossible..
Impossible!!
Say goodbye
With no Sympathy

Suddenly, he dashes to a corner, ripping the hood back and raising both arms above his head, the audience roars in approval as the Chorus roars from the speakers

I’m Entitled to Overcome!
Completely Stunned, i’m Numb
Knock me down, Throw me to the Floor!
There’s no pain, I can’t feel no more..

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, hailing from Monterey, California he stands six foot six and weighs in tonight at Two Hundred Forty Four pounds...Matthew “The Raven” Knox!!

Terra Skye: Matthew Knox looking battered, beaten, but not broken. You can see the determination in his eyes to finally put this rivalry to bed, Johnny!

Johnny Vegas: I dunno, I just see a shitty dad about to get taken to task by a good dad

Terra Skye: Well that’s because you’re about as deep as a puddle, Vegas

Knox leaps down, and begins pacing the ring. He tests the top rope, before squatting in a corner and staring at the chain in the referee’s hands.

While Knox stares at the chain the opening notes to Disturbed's cover of Sound of Silence begins to echo through the arena. As the opening lines are sung Sah'ta Thor steps out from the back while the lights dim.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

Thor stands at the top of the ramp with his head bowed until the end of the first stanza of the song. As it ends he lifts his head and starts down the ramp with determined stride while the music cuts ahead to a late song stanza.

"Fools, " said I, "You do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"

With a sad yet accepting look on his face Thor climbs the steps and slides between the ropes as the last relevant vocals echo hauntingly through the arena.

Terra Skye: And here’s Thor now, who believes that Matthew has played a hand in the public perception of him and Insidious here in Carnage, all but laying the hatred and contempt they’ve experienced at the feet of The Raven.

Johnny Vegas: As well he should! Matthew dragged his life into the lime light, and told so many lies and half truths that it made Thor, a living LEGEND in this industry a pariah to these lepers in the back!

But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells, of silence

Once in the ring the last lines are repeated as Thor holds his arm out to have the chain affixed.

But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells, of silence

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 225 pounds “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor!!!

The referee fastens a leather bracelet to Matthew, while Kelly takes care of the one on Thor. The two remain still, staring each other down from opposite ends of the chain. After double checking the bracelets, Ref Jeff calls for the bell and Kelly Carmichael steps out of the ring.



Terra Skye: Here we go! No more waiting, no more dodging, this match is happening here and now, at Chaos One Hundred!

Johnny Vegas: Kill him, Thor!

Matthew tests the chain with a single pull, as Thor stands across from him. The two lock eyes and Thor moves to charge in but is instantly met with a superkick by Matt Knox, flooring him as the legion comes unglued, cheering as loud as five hundred could! Matthew sets to work, going and smacking the nearest ring post, then dragging Thor to the next.

Terra Skye: Knox coming out of the gates on fire, looking to end this quickly!

Boy: FAST AS FUCK BOI

As he goes for the third, Thor snatches on the chain and holds Matthew back. Matthews goes for another kick, but Thor ducks it and catches his leg with the chain, pushing it upward and upending Matt onto his back. Thor then jumps down onto him and begins raining down right hands as Knox does his best to cover up.

Johnny Vegas: That’s right, beat the makeup off him!

Terra Skye: It’s face paint

Johnny Vegas: It’s weird!

Boy: ITS NOT BUTTER

Knox manages to shift his weight and roll Thor off of him. Thor goes to charge back in, but Knox takes him down with a clothesline. He then gathers up the chain, and viciously begins using it as a whip to lash Thor across his back and shoulders. Thor tries to roll away, but can’t as Knox yanks on the chain, pulling him back! He then drops a knee across the back of Thor’s neck, before lifting him and nailing him with a snap suplex and heading to the top rope.

Terra Skye: Knox looking to fly!

Johnny Vegas; That’s dumb as hell! You’re literally tied to the other guy, bird brain!

As Knox reaches the top rope, Thor has gotten to his feet and with all his might he yanks the chain and pulls Knox off the top rope! He follows this up with a leg drop across Knox’s throat, before lifting him to his knees and wrapping the chain around his throat, beginning to strangle him with the chain as the legion boos!!

Johnny Vegas: See? Fuckin’ told you so!

Terra Skye: Thor is now using the chain to literally choke the life out of his ex son in law!

Johnny Vegas: He deserves it! Ten years, Terra! More than! I don’t get how Thor’s the pariah, and Knox gets treated like a fucking hero in the back. Topsy turvey fucking psychopaths!

Terra Skye: It’s because, Johnny, you fucking moron, Knox has gone above and beyond and owned his actions since getting here. He’s tried to be a better man, and from what I've heard a better father. All Thor has done is get angry at his lot in life around here, and blame others!

Johnny Vegas: Glad you’re drinkin the Kool Aid. Hope it kills ya.

Not satisfied, Thor hauls Knox up and throws him over the top rope but holds on with the chain! He is lynching Matt Knox!! Knox grasps at the chain, kicking wildly. His long legs kick, feet barely above the floor. He grips the chain around his throat with both hands, and with an intense focus and effort, he kicks as high and hard as he can, nailing Thor between the eyes and causing him to release his grip! Knox crashes to the floor, gasping for air and grasping at his throat!

Johnny Vegas: He almost killed him! I love it! Try harder next time, Thor!!

Thor shakes being stunned long enough to start in on the corners. He taps the nearest one first, then hurriedly goes to the one across the way, successfully smacking the top turnbuckle! He drags Matthew vertical, getting to the third one!

Johnny Vegas: This is it!!

As Thor hurries to the last one, diving for it..Knox yanks as hard as he can on the chain, almost dislocating Thor’s arm with the force and twisting him in midair, dropping him face first on the mat! Knox rolls into the ring, and begins wrapping the slack around his fist, stalking Thor and waiting for him to get up. As He does, Knox charges in and nails him between the eyes with a straight punch!

Terra Skye: Matthew is starting to fight back now! He’s got a second wind!

Johnny Vegas: Stupid chain! Thor had this!!

Boy: DRYING RACK!

Matthew kneels down over Thor, and begins laying into him with the chain wrapped fist! Thor has started to bleed now! Knox does not relent, until something seems to catch his attention. Looking up, Knox’s eyes fall onto the front row, where Astryd, Ivy, and Hope are all in attendance. His gaze rests on Ivy, and the terror on her face. He stands, letting the chain fall from his hand.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! That’s right, feel guilty Knox!!

Terra Skye: Oh, right, fuck him for not wanting to kill their grandfather while they’re watching.

And the veteran Thor takes advantage, nailing Knox with a low blow that tumbles the big man! Knox favors his modesty, as Thor gets to one knee, wiping his forehead and making an angry face at the blood. He heads to the corner, not bothering to slap it to count toward a possible win he rips the top turnbuckle pad off, before turning back toward Knox and pulling him to his feet. With an angry yell he bashes Knox’s face into the exposed steel!

Boy: CRASH TEST DUMMY!

Terra Skye: And just like that, “The Immortal” is back on the offensive!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah! Make him fuckin suffer, Thor!!

Thor bashes him again, and again! Screaming in righteous fury with each landing blow! Working his frustrations with Knox out! The man who left his daughter, and lied on his good name! Finally though, Matthew puts a boot up to catch himself, and elbows Thor in the throat. He then snatches him by the hair and bashes his face into the exposed steel, then begins grinding the open wound onto the steel, opening the wound further!

Johnny Vegas: COME ON REF! THERE'S NO CALL FOR THAT!!!

Terra Skye: Seriously..?

Boy: SURE JAN!

Thor elbows Knox in the throat, attacking the area once more! Knox stumbles back, turning away. Thor begins to follow but in a moment of desperation, Knox spins around and fires forward with a discus lariat! But he goes down with Thor, both men laying there under the arena lights as the fans cheer loudly!

Terra Skye: And Knox takes Thor down, but he’s spent too!

Johnny Vegas: This has been a helluva fight, let’s hope the bird loses!

Knox gets to the ropes, pulling himself vertical as Thor has gotten to his hands and knees. Matthew waits for a moment, measuring him up for one final superkick. But his face falters, even through the crimson mask. His gaze shifts to Ivy, and Hope. He goes still, before shaking his head, going to unclasp the chain but Thor has leapt to his feet, and once again begins strangling Knox!

Johnny Vegas; HAH! GOT CAUGHT SLIPPIN MID CARD MATT

Terra Skye: He was having a moment of empathy, Johnny! Something i’m not surprised you know nothing about!

Knox struggles for a moment, but his battered body and blood loss begins taking its toll. He drops to one knee, and Thor releases the chain, letting Knox crumple. He then begins walking to each corner.

Johnny Vegas: Bird boy’s out, Thor’s got this![/font]

Boy: STOP! IN THE NAME OF LOVE!



ONE

He gets to the second one, slapping the top turnbuckle


TWO

He leans onto the top rope, resting a moment. The fans come alive though as out of nowhere, Knox has kipped up! Thor turns and goes for a clothesline, but Knox sidesteps it, nailing Thor in the jaw with a superkick! He then turns him around with a roundhouse kick! He snatches him with the Cobra Clutch, and hauls him up nailing The Downfall!!!

Johnny Vegas: NO!!!

Terra Skye: Knox once again, out of nowhere! Just when you think he’s dead to rights, he finds the drive to keep going!!

Knox pushes himself to his feet, snatching onto the ropes. He then begins to head to each corner

He slaps the first!

He slaps the second!

The Third!

Knox stops, looking once more at Thor, then out to his children.

“I’m sorry.” he mouths

And slaps the last corner, before falling over as the bell rings!



Terra Skye: AND KNOX WINS IT!!!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, Matthew “The Raven” Knox!!

Matthew hurriedly unclasps himself from the chain, letting it drop. He kneels by Thor, reaching out and hooking him under the armpit, pulling him to his feet and making sure the old man can stand on his own, before walking out of the ring, leaning back and flipping over the top rope. He doesn’t look back as he makes his way up the ramp, favoring his ribs and walking with a noticeable limp.

As Knox leaves Thor uses the corner to hold himself up having just fought a brutal match. Once Knox had passed back beyond the curtain the arena lights go out as Dark Ninjas by Derek Fiechter & Brandon Fiechter (www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUmNGYPmCpw) begins to play through the speakers. A few seconds later the lights start to come back on and Sah'ta Thor is surrounded by over a dozen Kabuki mask wearing individuals. Each Kabuki is holding a kendo stick.

Terra Skye: Deja Vu! These look EXACTLY like the people who attacked Thor right after We Are Relentless!

Johnny Vegas: More Masked men attacking someone who is at odds with Matt Knox. Pretty coincidental, isn’t it Skye?!

Terra Skye: I don’t think that matters much right now, Vegas! We need Security out here!

Once the lights are fully back on the group on unknown Kabuki begin a savage beatdown on the battered Sah'ta Thor. On the outside of the ring there are more of this unknown group surrounding the ring to prevent outside interruption. The in ring beatdown continues for over a minute before the group rotates so that those on the outside can get their turn in the attack.

Johnny Vegas: What the hell has gotten into people lately!? Winter gets mugged, and now for two Pay Per Views in a row, Thor is gettin attacked by the fuckin’ foot clan!!

Boy: KOWABUNGNAH

As the beat down continues one of the masked figures signals for a microphone. After a moment of hesitation on the part of the timekeeper the figure is handed a microphone which he brings up to his mask.

Masked Leader: "I can feel the confusion in the air as you all try to figure out what is happening here. Further I am sure you are wondering where the rest of Insidious is in all of this. Where oh where is the rest of Thor's stable? Why aren't they out here trying to save him from this beat down?"

With these questions hanging in the air the figure lowers the microphone and lifts his hand up to his face as several of the other masked figures in the ring do the same. As one they all pull off their masks to reveal the faces of the other members of Insidious. The masked figure who had spoken proved to be none other than Aaron Frederick Hudson who had a malevolent smirk on his lips.

Johnny Vegas: Well i’ll be a monkey's uncle! I always liked him better than Thor!

Terra Skye: Oh shut up, you kiss ass! We need medical down here, now!

Aaron Frederick Hudson: "Oh how easy it was to arrange all of this. How gullible you all were to think that Sah'ta Thor was the leader of Insidious. How many times were you reminded to watch the introduction package that the great Sah'ta Thor posted to the Carnage Network prior to the Insidious debut segment on Chaos 88? Hell I mentioned it in my comments going into We Are Relentless. Yet, I am sure you ignored the point of what was being commented on. You see I have been the leader of the Insidious all along. I have been the one calling the shots behind the scenes. The thing is that it was all too easy to manipulate everyone into doing what I wanted."

Aaron looks down at the unconscious form of Sah'ta Thor who was laying on the ring mat a few feet from him.

Aaron Frederick Hudson: "I almost pity all of you fools for how easy it was to create tonight's match. You see, while Knox believes that it was my dear old father-in-law who arranged the Chaos 93 ambush it was in fact me who put that into motion. You see, when Kyuubi found out from Hope that Knox was going to be on Chaos 93 I had my wife talk to her half sister. The end result was that little bit of reunion drama that we saw that night. You know the true beauty of it though was that Knox made everyone believe that Thor was behind it. Never mind that Pops rightfully and quite accurately denied being involved. The hatred for my father-in-law did the rest."

There is a pause as the rest of Insidious pull Thor to the center of the ring while the rest of Kabuki mask wearers remain outside preventing security from interfering.

Aaron Frederick Hudson: "Then came WrestleStock weekend and the resulting disdain from the locker room towards Sah'ta Thor. After all you all thought he was using the Imperial Youth Wrestling organization as a means to brainwash children into a cult. Your disdain pushed the great Sah'ta Thor over the mental edge and he declared war on Carnage Wrestling. The irony of that move is that it isolated him further from the roster he had come into with the noble intention of elevating to new heights. Even though the war was declared in the name of Insidious most of the vitriol and attitude went the way of Sah'ta Thor."

Aaron pauses to let his words sink in for the time it took him to take a breath. The entire time the malevolent smirk never leaves his lips.

Aaron Frederick Hudson: "Oh how easy it was to provoke Matt Knox into hating Sah'ta Thor even more. I knew that when Insidious came out to watch the Levi/Knox tag team match on Chaos 95 there would be animosity. I KNEW Matt Knox's hatred would lead to a brawl. Yet, again like the fools you all are, you thought that Sah'ta Thor was behind that bit of mind games. The resulting weeks in which Thor pleaded his innocence in arranging the very matter Knox was using to fuel his hatred fell on deaf ears.

Terra Skye: So this whole time, Aaron has been angling to have Thor taken out of Insidious, but why?!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah. Why would a son in law want his rich daddy in law incapacitated and thus leaving unimaginable assets and power up for grabs? Why Terra, why?

Terra Skye: Shut the fuck up, Johnny!

Aaron waves his hand over the gathered group around the ring as he licks his lips to wet them while he continues to look at the broken form of his father-in-law.

Aaron Frederick Hudson: "After We Are Relentless I was responsible for the attack on Sah'ta Thor. The attack that left him in a pool of his blood for over an hour before he was found. You all saw the responses that were given to the video posted by my father-in-law just after Chaos 97. Such derision and hatred for a man who wanted nothing more than to be given a modicum of respect. Oh how easy it was to have you all hate him as the villian in this story. Let me be clear about one thing, Insidious is MINE and always has been. The war between The Raven and Sah'ta Thor was the result of MY design. I am the villain in this story not Sah'ta Thor. I am the mastermind of this mayhem and Insidious is much much bigger than it appears."

With those words Aaron signals for Kyuubi and Poppy to pull Thor to his knees. Once they had him up into position Aaron lowers the microphone and delivers a devastating roundhouse kick to the side of Thor's head. The kick busts Thor's head open causing blood to flow freely. Once the kick is delivered Thor's body is allowed to drop back to the mat as Aaron lifts the mic back to his lips.

Aaron Frederick Hudson: "To answer the question of why this long plot of manipulation and betrayal I will simply say that I am motivated by love. I will let Kyuubi tell her tale in her own time but for now we are done here."

With that Aaron signals for the Insidious mashup to play as the Kabukis exit through the crowd while the members of Insidious swagger up the ramp. Sah'ta Thor is left in a bloody heap in the center of the ring as medical personnel are now allowed to attend to him.

Terra Skye: Wow... Just fucking wow.

Johnny Vegas: Told everyone that Thor wasn't to be hated all this time... I TOLD YOU!

Terra Skye: Oh, please... You switch sides more than... Well, more than something that switches sides a lot. Fuck off with that bullshit.. But I'm wondering how Matt Knox must feel right now...

Johnny Vegas: Hopefully guilty as FUCK! ASSHOLE! First Eli and now Thor?! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!

Boy: ASS-STICKS!

Terra Skye: Let's take a small break while the medical team takes care of Thor... We'll be back in a few moments.

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“Oh go your way…
I’ll take the long way ‘round
I’ll find my own way down..
As I should..”

Matthew Knox limped past the curtain, to the back. He grabbed a towel and began dabbing at the blood, wiping it from his face first then holding the towel to the open wound, to apply pressure. His body screamed in the most exquisite symphony of horror and pain. He brushed past trainers, and other random people all patting his shoulder and back.

“And hold your gaze
There’s coke in the Midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust
And breathe again..”

He finally gets to the men’s locker room, and to his particular relief, finds it deserted. He collapses onto the wooden bench in front of the lockers, and begins dutifully removing the tape from his wrists and hands first. He then slid the elbow pad from his right arm. His breathing hitched as he dropped the elbow pad, and he doubled over, burying his head in his hands

"And you'll find loss
And you'll fear what you found
When the weather comes
Tearing down"

And silently, he began to weep. Everything since WAR catching up with him, good and bad. The divorce finalizing, the numerous encounters with Winter, the end to this chapter. And what had he gained? Eyes looking to him, relying on him for his strength. And most nights, he felt that strength failing him so of course it was failing the others.

But he couldn’t die. Not yet. He had more to do, and the war was just starting. Just as he fired his last shot in this old one..

"There'll be oats in the water
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now"

He heard the door open, and footsteps enter the room. He looked up, feeling his blood go cold. Hope Knox stood in the doorway, looking as lost and broken up as he was. He went to move, but his body didn’t respond, it too feeling too broken. She strode to him then, as his head bowed unable to look at her. What must she think, after tonight?

Then, he felt her arm wrap around his shoulder, the other hand going to cradle his head gently, stroking his hair. And the dam broke as he leaned into her, into the love he felt finally after more than a decade.

“Shhh...I’m here, dad,” he heard her whisper, and he nodded silently as the camera fades out of the room. “I’m here.”

"Go your way
I'll take the long way 'round
I'll find my own way down
As I should"

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Terra Skye: Well, Johnny... I think you were right.

Johnny Vegas: GOOD! DON'T CODDLE HIM! DON'T!

Terra Skye: Listen, everyone makes mistakes... Everyone has demons that they sometimes lose control over.

Johnny Vegas: Not me.

Boy: EVERY EGG HAS TO GO!

Terra Skye: Not you, huh? After 100 episodes of Chaos, I still know nothing about you before Carnage... Why is that? Something you wanna hide? Some... Demons?

Johnny Vegas: ...Leave it alone, Skye.

Terra Skye: Like I fucking thought. Now let's move onto the next match that's been pretaped from Will Prydors wrestling school, 'The Aerie'.

The camera fades to an aerial shot of suburban Harford County, Maryland. Passing over the heart of Bel Air, Maryland, the camera pans over C. Milton Wright High School and starts to follows Bona Rean Road up a fair distance. Eventually, the shot stops at a roughly four-acre plot of land with three buildings on it and two thin strips of asphalt marring an otherwise green expanse. The locals, knowing the history of the land, call it “The End of Nowhere” for reasons they refuse to tell non-locals. The log cabin and other house are quickly pushed out of the shot as the camera zooms in slightly on the rather large building that’s come to be known as The Aerie School of Professional Wrestling, managed by former Carnage World Champion (and Hall of Legends member) Will Prydor.

It is here, away from the prying eyes and backstage whispers of the Royal Farms Arena, where our next match is about to take place.

The camera once again fades, this time going to ground level as the cameraman walks up to the front of The Aerie. The modern building looks, on the outside, more like your typical building in business districts all throughout America. As the doors open, though, one can tell that the interior is a throwback to boxing and wrestling gyms of old. Banners and posters hang on the walls, merely placeholders for now but someday housing the images of the best students to have walked through the doors. The main floor, normally set up with weights and freestyle mats along the edges and room enough for three standard wrestling rings in the middle, has been cleared of everything save one ring in the dead center of the floor, with guard barriers and floor mats surrounding it as you’d expect to find in the Carnage Arena on any given night. The barriers go around the ring and up what would normally be an entranceway, but tonight is just a path on the floor lined with tape on either side to mark what would normally be the entrance ramp. Another cameraman is already standing at ringside, waiting for the match to begin as an official stands in the ring, also calmly waiting. A light shines brightly down upon the ring, making it clear that the action about to happen will be occurring there.

Tucked in a corner of the ringside area, where Kelly Carmichael would normally sit, is former Carnage wrestler Amelia Midnight, sitting near a ring bell with a finger poised above her iPad. Said device is connected to a set of speakers, to at least give the otherwise small-time gym a sense of the big leagues so that entrance music can be played to walk the competitors in. As the second in command of The Aerie, it was something she could do to help those in the match feel more at ease.










Sixx:A.M.'s "Rise" fully kicks in at this point and Will Prydor steps out from the back in his traditional wrestling gear for the last time. Even with no spotlight and no crowd, he still lets out his traditional battle cry of "For the Fallen". Then, lowering his head to stare at the ring, one can see the focus intensify on his face as he strides to the ring in time with the beat of the song, preparing himself for yet one more battle in a career filled with them.

Johnny Vegas: What a shitshow. What sort of backwards fucking paegentry is this?

Terra Skye: Obviously they decided to film this match at The Aerie, which doesn't have the comforts we enjoy here.

Boy: CREATURE COMFORTS FROM THE BLACK LAGOON!

Johnny Vegas: Speaking of creatures, here comes fatass.

Terra Skye: Ugh...Will is a former Carnage World champion and a member of the Hall of Legends. At least try to show some respect.

Johnny Vegas: He's fat!

A whistling can be heard on the speakers before the instrumentals kick in on Rammstein's 'Engel'. JC steps out in only his wrestling gear, leaving the trenchcoat and bombastic entrance at home.

As he walks to the ring, laser-focused on his opponent, the German lyrics can be heard over the speakers.






He opts not to do any of his standard entrance routine, as there's no point without a live audience. Instead he rolls into the ring and gets up in his corner, allowing the referee the two hired for this match to check him for foreign objects. Not that it will be necessary.

Terra Skye: Speaking of the Hall of Legends

Johnny Vegas: Don't even say it...

Terra Skye: You have to believe that JC will go in there at some point.

Johnny Vegas: I'd rather kiss Boy than see that.

Boy: KISS ME FAT BOY!

Johnny Vegas: Get away from me!

Terra Skye: You shouldn't get his hopes up like that. Anyway, JC made the challenge and wants no excuses, so they're at a remote location and are settling it, just the two of them.

Johnny Vegas: In the most BORING way imaginable.

Terra Skye: Our boss actually recently said he wanted more of this. Are you going to disagree with him?

BOY: BUSTER DOUGLAS!



Boy: DINGLE!

Johnny Vegas: God damnit Boy.

The two men circle each other, neither really willing to lock up at this time. Will tentatively reaches a handout for something but JC doesn't return the favor. It seems neither is currently willing to make the first move, but JC uses sudden speed to latch onto the wrist of Prydor and pull him into a front facelock, taking advantage of the fact that Will hasn't wrestled in a long time. But Will then surprises JC by bending JC's arm up and pulling his head out, then quickly scrambling around the back for a waistlock! He then rolls to the side, taking JC with him, where they both end up back on their feet and Prydor has a stronger grip.

Terra Skye: Both men seem very hesitant to get going at the start, but Will definitely surprised JC there!

Johnny Vegas: ......

Terra Skye: Would you like to do your job here?

Johnny Vegas: Nope!

Boy: DU HAST MICH!

JC reaches down and grabs the right hand of Prydor and latches onto a finger, fully intending to manipulate the small joints to get out of the hold. Prydor refuses to let that happen and loosens his grip, which allows JC to go behind him and attempt a waistlock, only for Prydor to again show a surprising quickness and spin around to face him. JC settles for a front-facelock instead, but Will uses the fact he threw JC off and knocks the arm away, spining around into the waistlock. When JC tries to go behind again, Will drops down and locks on a front facelock of his own!

Terra Skye: This is a chess game right now, and it looks like Will is winning!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah and I don't like watching chess either!

Boy: CHESSMASTER!

Terra Skye: I'm curious to see if these men are planning several moves ahead or changing as things go. I guess we'll find out.

Johnny Vegas: Ugh. Fucking shoot me.

JC drops down low and tries to back out of the hold, but Will compensates the strength disadvantage with tenacity and keeps moving forward to prevent it. He then gator rolls with JC attached, in order to throw him off again and get a stronger grip. Once he feels satisfied, he quickly tries for a reverse waistlock again, only for JC to try the same trick Will pulled earlier and spin around the block it. Will tries for a front facelock and JC ducks low, goes behind and grabs Prydor's head in a basic headlock, wrenching down on it and squeezing the head.

Johnny Vegas: I think fatass just said he quits! Match over, we can watch something else now!

Terra Skye: Oh bullshit. Neither one of these men are going to submit to any basic holds now and you know it. This is a feeling out process until a weakness can be exploited.

Johnny Vegas: But it's taking FOREVER! At least when I thought JC was gonna break his fingers I got a little excited.

JC then hits the first actual move of the match, flipping Prydor over into a headlock takedown. This gives him the positional advantage, as all of his body weight is on Prydor as he squeezes his head. Will kicks his legs up to try and grab a headscissors, but JC is too tall. What it does do, however, is make JC instincitively try to move his head out of the way, so Will uses his own momentum to throw his body behind JC and slip out of the headlock, going behind for another reverse waistlock. JC drops down backwards to move out if it, then flips over and scoots away. He pushes himself back to his feet and stares down his opponent. Even though this match was taped and they can't hear them, the Carnage Legion begin to respectfully applaud the entire sequence.

Terra Skye: I hope you're comfortable, folks, this thing is a stalemate so far.

Johnny Vegas: YES! AWESOME!

Terra Skye: You're finally getting into it?

Johnny Vegas: What? No! I just kicked out Boy from the ship in Among Us.

Boy: OLD MAN IS SUS!

They are less hesitant now as they both lock up in the center of the ring. Will forces JC into a front facelock and actually attempts a vertical suplex, but JC slips behind him into a reverse waistlock. JC then goes to his striking game and gives Will a back elbow to force him off. It seems the kid gloves are off now. JC runs into the ropes and comes back towards Prydor, instinctively going for the Big Boot of Death! Not only does Will duck it, but he immediately turns around and chop blocks the heel and ankle of JC, causing him to crash down with his full weight on one leg! Will then grabs the leg of his larger opponent and applies a standard leglock, but wrenches back on it to stretch the tendons around the suddenly tender ankle/achilles area.

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit, things are happening now!

Terra Skye: The game?

Johnny Vegas: No, I'm talking about the match now. I mean it's still boring as fuck but at least they're not playing grab-ass anymore!

Terra Skye: You're very charming.

Boy: OLD MAN WAS SUS! OLD MAN GOT EJECTED!

Johnny Vegas: Shut up Boy!

JC rolls to try and pull himself out of the hold but Will holds on and rolls with him. JC then begins to kick at the arms of Prydor to get it released and Will briefly lets go, only to then apply a heel hook instead and grapevining the rest of JC's leg to remain in firm control. JC shows no signs of being ready to submit, but the muscles being stretched definitely has him showing signs of pain. He pushes himself up and throws his whole body weight to the side to roll them both near the ropes, where he reaches out and grabs the bottom one. The referee moves in to break things up. JC, frustrated, slides outside and takes a breather.

Terra Skye: Even after all this time, it seems JC continues to underestimate Will.

Johnny Vegas: Can you blame him?

Terra Skye: I know you're just trying to insult Will, but no, I can't. Prydor has been out of action for a long time. I'm sure JC expected a fight but he didn't expect Will to be as sharp as he is right now.

BOY: WE'RE LIVING ON THE EDGE!

JC rolls back into the ring and Will allows him too, before they square off again. Will tries to go low to pick the ankle again, but JC gives him a kick to the head with the toe of his boot to knock away the attempt. He tries it again but this time when JC goes for a kick, Will catches the leg and drops down, hitting a dragon screw legwhip! JC's knee snaps to the side and he clutches at his calf, with the pain radiating down through his right leg. He rolls out to the apron for safety, but as he gets to his feet, Will reaches through to grab the leg, hoping to hit a dragon screw against the ropes. JC sees it coming and yanks his leg away, before grabbing the arm of Will Prydor and wrenching his shoulder across the top rope after dropping down to his back on the apron! Will bounces back and begins to clutch at his arm, as it seem now he has his own injury.

Terra Skye: Things will start to get interesting now, both men are now favoring a body part.

Johnny Vegas: Things haven't been interesting this entire match. Why start now?

Terra Skye: Why do you even work here? Do you even like wrestling? I'm sure there is a bar nearby with two drunks brawling if you want to see the same old thing all the time.

Johnny Vegas: Is there? Well goodness knows I'd rather be there than here with you and some mongoloid!

Terra Skye: Then fucking go!

Boy: I NEED AN ADULT!

Johnny Vegas and Terra Skye: SHUT UP BOY!

JC slides back into the ring and grabs the wrist of Will, pulling the arm taut while twist it at an awkward angle, stretching every single tendon in ways they aren't meant to be stretched. The hand of Will is now free, so while maintaining wrist control he bends the hand back, the pain forcing Will to his feet to alleviate it. This lets JC get a better hold, hooking the entire arm under his and pushing down on the shoulder, leaving Will in pain. He then grabs the other wrist of Will and twist that as well, forcing the former Phoenix to turn around and then he flings Will down onto the mat, jerking his shoulder outward and slamming him back and head first to the canvas.

Johnny Vegas: Well I at least can enjoy fatass in pain.

Terra Skye: Disrespectful but okay.

Johnny Vegas: I'm enjoying something, what do you want for me?

Terra Skye: Ugh. Fine. At least it's something.

Boy: GRAVES! DYLAN! ORANGES! DIE TWEEVER!

Johnny Vegas: I think we broke Boy earlier.

Terra Skye: I'm sorry, Boy.

Boy [sadly]: Dylan's grave.

Johnny Vegas: I'm not.

Boy: LOATHE ENTIRELY!

JC then drops down and maintains wrist control, pulling the the arm back behind Will. Prydor manuevers his way to his feet and attempts to fight out, so JC simply lifts him up by the arm and awkwardly drops him forward so that his shoudler gets caught on and bounces off the top rope. Will falls down and clutches at his arm again. Since that worked so well, JC forces Will to his feet by tugging on the arm, wraps his arm behind his back and rams him shoulder-first into the top turnbuckle. Will staggers backward but refuses to fall down. JC comes off the ropes for a short sprint, but whatever he is looking for is countered with a back left elbow from Prydor. As JC holds his jaw and staggers himself, Will shows a surprising amount of strength and hoists him up with one arm, before dropping him with the Immolation!

Terra Skye: Impressive showing by Prydor! He can't go for the pinfall with that but it does force JC off of him for now!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah but how does it help him win? JC isn't gonna just start randomly tapping, the fucking moron!

Terra Skye: It allows Will to avoid getting his shoulder torn out of its socket and come up with a gameplan.

Boy: HAWAIIAN PUNCH!

Will clutches at his shoulder and tries to wiggle the pain away, while JC tries to regain his breath on the mat. Will moves over and grabs at the head of JC, but JC suddenly wraps his long legs around the wait of Will and pulls him down into a kimura lock on the good arm!! Will clubs JC with a forearm, going outside of his own style, and continues to hit him with repeated elbows! Even though every shot hurts and its weakened because of his injured shoulder, Will doesn't want to risk losing both arms in this match. He swings again and JC suddenly lets go of the kimura, causing Prydor to over-rotate due to his own momentum and JC snatches up the bad right arm into a cross armbreaker! Will is surprised by the hold but locks his fingers to try and keep JC from locking it in fully!

Terra Skye: Will went way outside his comfort zone and played JC's game with those strikes. JC was able to absorb them and attack the bad arm again!

Johnny Vegas: For the first time in his fucking career Will had me interested.

Terra Skye: I think he paid for it too, I don't suspect he'll be doing that again.

Boy: CHOCOLATE!!!!

JC begins to hammer at the at the hands of Will to break his grip, and instead grabs the middle finger and starts to tug at it. Will cries out in pain as JC begins to bend it back, then JC snaps the arm back, pulling his grip free and locking in the hold. He then moves to a seated position and turns it into a short arm scissors, but this was a mistake. Prydor uses his free arm and immediately grabs the bad ankle of JC and twists it as hard as he can to one side, jerking it violently and suddenly. The burst of pain causes JC to loosen his grip and Will pulls his arm free. JC moves to his feet and has a slight limp, which won't be helped after Will hits a low fromt dropkick to the front of his leg, forcing him down to his knees. Will scrambles up and grabs the head of JC, dropping him down with a DDT.

Terra Skye: Will is back to his game and capitalized on a mistake from JC to protect himself and lay him out!

Johnny Vegas: But still, he can't win with a DDT!

Terra Skye: No, but JC won't be able to defend himself if he's dazed.

Johnny Vegas: He won't be able to submit if he's unconscious, idiot!

Boy: CANDYLAND!

JC pushes himself up briefly and is out of it, as Will planted him square on his forehead. He wakes up quickly, however, as Will moves behind him and applies an ankle lock! JC pushes himself up and yells in pain, before rolling over onto his back and attempting to flip Prydor over. Will tenaciously hangs on, however, flips JC back over and grapevines the leg, now turning the hold into the Blaze of Glory! JC is caught and in the center of the ring!

Terra Skye: JC is exactly where he doesn't want to be!

Johnny Vegas: No shit.

Terra Skye: Will could end his career with a huge win right here.

Johnny Vegas: Again, no shit, queen obvious.

JC reaches for the ropes but they are too far. He tries to pull them both to the ropes, but Prydor allows himself to become dead weight and then twists the ankle more, which quickly stops that. So JC pushes himself up briefly and flips onto his back. Will hangs on and wrenches the ankle more, but JC now has better position. He begins to drive his good leg downward, kicking at the shoulder of and upper back of Prydor. He finally just slams his heel into the right shoulder blade of Prydor, which causes the grip to immediately release and JC slides out. He pulls himself to his feet and Will also gets up, his arm hanging limp.

Johnny Vegas: Haha! Fatty got hurt!

Terra Skye: I don't know if JC finally tore something in Will's shoulder or if he just pinched a nerve, but that arm looks done for.

Johnny Vegas: Good! Make him tap and wrap this shit up already!

JC smirks and charges in, grabbing the arm and behind it behind Will's back. Will fires off one elbow with his good arm, but JC ducks. He tries again, and this time connects with the mouth of his opponent. JC backs off for a moment and Will kicks downward at the ankle of JC, causing him to back off. Will bounces off the rope and attempts another downward kick, but JC sidesteps and grabs the waist of Will, hoisting him up and dropping him back with a short German Suplex, dumping him right on the bad shoulder. He stalks his opponent now, as Will is dazed himself and tries to get to his feet.

Terra Skye: Will is in a bad way, and it looks like JC is gonna win this thing.

Johnny Vegas: Good! Then Fatso can fuck off forever and so can this match.

Boy: VERY SUS. VERY VERY SUS.

Johnny Vegas: I'm not even playing anymore!

Terra Skye: I miss Ray.

JC reaches forward and goes for the waistlock again, hoping for anothoer German, but Will kicks backward and grazes the ankle bone, a precise shot that causes the nerve to flare pain through the entire foot. Prydor drops down and slips out of JC's grip, going behind him and grabbing the ankle, applying an ankle lock on the standing JC! The Answer grasps the top rope and refuses to let Will take him down, so Will drops his weight back down and grapevines the leg, locking in an awkwardly-positioned Blaze of Glory!

Terra Skye: He's got that hold back on, but I don't know if it's locked in enough to win! He's gotta get JC down to the mat!

Johnny Vegas: Snap his ankle! He'll quit one way or the other!

Terra Skye: You're sick.

Boy: DOCTOR DOCTOR GIVE ME THE NEWS

Prydor refuses to let go even as the referee begins to count, as JC is wrapped up in the ropes. When JC realizes he can't escape this way, he decides to sacrifice his five-count (and a possible DQ win) and steps backward, and begins to KICK WILL'S HEAD REPEATEDLY! Just continued downward strikes at the head and face of Will Prydor, which dazes him enough for JC to pull his leg free. Will, loopy, attempts to grab it again but JC drops down with a knee to the forearm and holds it there, before applying a straight crossface!

Terra Skye: Wow! JC hasn't used that hold since his BTW days!

Johnny Vegas: Big deal.

Terra Skye: It is! You have to think that Will might not have scounted for that.

Boy: BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA!

Will rips the hands of JC with his good hand, but JC pulls back on the hold as far as he can, pulling at the neck and shoulder of Prydor. He then transitions to an omoplata crossface, putting more torque on the shoulder, and Will cries out in pain. He reaches out for the ropes and JC transitions again, grabbing his good arm and applying a double underhook crossface!

Terra Skye: Both of Prydor's hands are trapped now and he's got nowhere to go!

Johnny Vegas: TAP OUT! Oh wait, you can't! HAHAHAHA!

Terra Skye: I thought you wanted the match to end.

Johnny Vegas: I do! Wait...no yeah, I do.

The referee gets in Will's face, asking him as he quits, while JC applies the hold. Will shakes his head no, but then JC begins to press the arms closer together in the hold, applying pressure to the back and muscles in the shoulder blades.

The referee asks Will again, and he nods and says yes! The referee begins to wave the match off!



Kelly Carmichael (At the arena): Ladies and gentlemen...your winner by submission....JC!!!

Terra Skye: Wow, JC did it! He beat a submission expert at his own game!

Johnny Vegas: Great! Stay at home Will! Play with your kids, hope they aren't FAT like you are!

Terra Skye: You're disgusting.

Boy: MENTOS! THE FRESHMAKER!

JC immediately releases the hold as soon as the referee tells him he's won and rolls away. He grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, still heavily favoring his right ankle and heel. Will rolls over onto his back, clutching the right arm. JC, putting more pressure on his left foot, steps over and offers a hand. Will grabs it and JC pulls him up to his feet (although he nearly falls over as he's doing it on one leg). The two shake hands in a show of respect, before Will shows he's the bigger man and raises the arm of JC.

Terra Skye: That's what you like to see in this business.

Johnny Vegas: Fuck that. Drop him on his head JC! I don't ever want to see him again!

Terra Skye: Will you just shut up, man?

BOY: TOPICAL!

The two continue to converse in the ring after the fight, as the video fades out and we switch to something else. This story is finally over.

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Terra Skye: Well now we’re onto--

“Jumpin Jack Flash” by the Rolling Stones begins to play through the house speakers as everyone here within the Royal Farms Arena looks around, wondering who’s music it is.

Johnny Vegas: Who the shit is this?

Terra Skye: I don’t know, possibly a new signing?

Johnny Vegas: Oh, great… What’s it gonna be this time… Psychopath or--

Johnny Vegas is cut off as the crowd erupts into cheers as “Here Comes the Payne” fills the Carnage-Tron in shining gold letters before rolling into a highlight clip of Ray Payne’s storied boxing career.

Johnny Vegas: No… No.

Terra Skye: Oh my God…

Boy: TRASH CANS OF GLORY!!!

Right on cue, the one, the only Ray Payne steps out from behind the curtain - to the delight of those in attendance and the annoyance of Johnny Vegas. He is dressed in a three piece suit, as italian as he is. He waves to those in attendance as he makes his way down to the ring.

Terra Skye: WOW! What a surprise! He looks good! The time off has done him well!

Johnny Vegas: WHY?! GOD DAMNIT WHY?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME PAYNE?!

Ray acknowledges the commentary team on his way down to the ring, stopping and shaking Boy’s and Terra’s hand while Johnny Vegas pouts like a child and ignores him. Payne shakes his head and chuckles as he turns away and makes his way up the ring steps, before stepping into the ring. He blows kisses to the audience, and one especially to Kelly Carmichael as he takes a microphone already being offered to him. With a smile, he walks to the center of the ring.

Johnny Vegas: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Terra Skye: JOHNNY!

Johnny Vegas: We were HAPPIER without YOU!

Ray takes another glance towards Johnny and the commentary table before turning his attention back to the crowd and the camera as he puts the microphone up to his mouth.

Ray Payne: Ey, yo.

With those two words, Ray Payne single handedly sends the crowd back into cheers, chanting ‘Ray Payne’ and ‘Welcome Back Ray!’ as Ray takes a step back and takes it all in.

Johnny Vegas: This is complete bullshit.

Terra Skye: Shut up and listen to him! I wanna know what he’s out here to say!

Johnny Vegas: Well you’re the only one, isn’t that right Boy?

Boy: FAT MAN TELL TALL TALES!

Johnny Vegas: WELL FUCK YOU TOO!

After a few moments, Ray finally brings the mic back to his lips.

Ray Payne: I bets ya alls is wonderin why’s I be backs here tonights, yo. Well first offs, I could nots misses da biggest shows in See-Dubbayah’s histories, da one-hundreths episodes of Chaos! And I gots ta says, it sure is great ta sees all of ya here tonight, yo.

He turns his attention back to the commentary team.

Ray Payne: Especiallies you, Mistah Boy and Miss Terra. I’s missed you’s...

Johnny grumbles and takes an angry drink of his choice whiskey.

Ray Payne: An of courses I missed you’s too, Mistah Johnny… I means, you is da one dat sat wif me all da way backs at Chaos ones, yo. It’s good ta sees ya. It really is, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Shove it up your ass.

Terra Skye: You’re being a real prick right now.

Boy: GRAVY TRAINS!

Ray nods his head as Boy screams out.

Ray Payne: Dats right, Mistah Boy… Dats not da only reasons I is here tonights, yo. No, I gots a big, big announcements for alls of da Carnage Legions… One I dink ya gonna like.

Johnny Vegas: Oh Jesus… What the actual fuck could he have to announce?

Ray shakes his head and smiles over at Johnny.

Ray Payne: Wells, if ya would stays quiets Mistah Johnny - I’d tells ya.

Terra Skye: OHHHHHHHHH!

Johnny’s face turns red as Ray continues.

Ray Payne: Wells, since I been watchin from home, I’s noticed dat See-Dubbayah has gotten a lot biggah, yo. Like, a LOTS biggah an I gots ta says, dis is lookin like what I always dought dat it could be… An its about ta gets biggah, yo.

The crowd cheers once more as Ray pumps his arms in the air and nods.

Ray Payne: Dats right, yo! Startin at Chaos One-Oh-Ones in two weeks… We’s be debutin anothah show… HAVOCS!!! Havocs is gunna be taped befores every Chaos, yo.. An its gonna be full ah interviews an oh… Its gunna feature da See-Dubbayah Insidah too! We’s gonna has us a lot of funs on Havocs before Chaos, yo...

Johnny perks up.

Johnny Vegas: ...Why’s he saying ‘we’? Does that mean--

Ray Payne: I bets ya wanna knows who is gonna be runnin da shows, doesn’t ya?

The crowd chants ‘YES’ and Ray chuckles.

Ray Payne: I’s gives ya one hints, yo… It’s someone da Legion has knowed for a very, very long times, yo.

Johnny Vegas: ….No.

Terra Skye: What?

Johnny Vegas: I must be fucking dreaming… PINCH ME… WAKE ME THE FUCK UP!

Terra Slaps him on the arm as Ray Payne continues amid the cheering crowd.

Ray Payne: Wells, yo… You’s LOOKIN AT HIM!

Johnny Vegas screams out in agony.

Johnny Vegas: NOOOOOOOO!!!!! GOD WHY?!?!

Terra Skye: WOW! What an announcement! I’ll tell you what, Ray deserves this opportunity more than anyone I know.

Ray Payne: Dats right, yo! I’s be the Gee-Em of Havocs, yo… An we gonna start dings off right, an we gonna showcase da See-Dubbayah Tag teams divisions in a lil mini-tourney ta determine who gets ta go for dem tag team titles at Ultimate Carnages! How does dat sounds?!

The crowd approves, loudly. Johnny, not so much.

Ray Payne: Havocs an Chaos is gonna be lighteds, yo! Jus you wait an sees! Dank you, Legions.. For always bein here an bein behind See-Dubbayah, yo… I cannot waits for ya ta sees what we does come Havocs Ones! You’s enjoys da rest of dis historic nights now… Yo!

“Jumpin Jack Flash” hits the PA once again as Ray steps out of the ring, handing his microphone back to Kelly Carmichael as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp, waving to the fans along the way.

Johnny Vegas: SON OF A BITCH… WHY DOES HE GET A SHOW?!

Terra Skye: Because he’s not a gigantic PRICK?

Boy: DYLANS NOTES ARE PRICKS!

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Johnny Vegas: I can't believe Ray is getting his own show.

Terra Skye: I think it's fantastic. Ray deserves it!

Johnny Vegas: And I don't?!

Boy: HORSES RUNNING THROUGH A WALL!

Terra Skye: As a matter of fact, you don't. You're an asshole.

Johnny Vegas: That's hurtful.

Terra Skye: Oh, bullshit. Let's get to the next match, two of Carnage's Ultraviolent Legends - Going at it... For our newest championship!

Johnny Vegas: Eh, fuck em both.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...It is listed in your programs as the falls count anywhere streetfight...And it is for The Chaos Championship!

"The Legion" all get on their feet and cheer because this is part two of a classic matchup from Carnage's past.

Terra Skye: One of the founding members back for another match. It's really awesome to see.

Johnny Vegas: Oh please, you are only saying that cause his a part owner. He was an attraction once, and now he's just nothing.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first...From Glascow, Scotland...Welcome back to the Carnage Ring...Tweeder!!

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 spot light from the arena flashes around looking for someone. "The Legion" start chanting along with the song...

Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?

The spot light finally lands on Tweeder who is on the balcony level smoking a cigarette with weed wacker and an open beer in hand.

Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been belong?
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time

The crowd surrounding him goes absolutely crazy as Tweeder chugs the beer before tossing the foamy, empty can into the crowd! The weed whacker blade spins slowly as the engine idles. The crowd gives a wide berth on either side.

Respect, walk
What did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?

Tweeder is at ring side now and revs the engine to that extremely dangerous weapon! He looks around at "The Legion". The man who helped build this place. The part owner. You dare say you see a tear in his eye from the outpouring of support...except at ringside.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...Hailing from Pittsburgh...He is "The Son of a Bitch" and current Carnage Chaos Champion...Trent...STEEL!!!

Terra Skye: Trent Steel, after having a rough few weeks finally wins a big one last week only to face perhaps his most intense, yet only one match between them, rivalry in Carnage.

Johnny Vegas: Rivals?! These two are like the Raiders versus the Bills...Rivals that no one cares to watch.

Boy: DIE TWEEDER!!

"Myyyyy....cup runneth overrrrr..."

The fans start chanting along with "Bleed the Freak" by Alice in Chains as smoke fills the entranceway.

"Likkkeee...Blood from a stonnneeee..."

The theme picks up as explosions rock the entranceway and out of the smoke comes Trent Steel, Chaos title over his head with his arms up. The trenchcoat wearing psychopath smiles from ear to ear with his corpse painted face! Something is off. Trent's whole outfit and body seem to be glistening.

Terra Skye: Do you guys smell...

Johnny Vegas: No...NO...NOOOO!! SHIT!

Johnny ducks under the desk as Tweeder sniffs the air. He smirks as Trent Steel drops the belt and starts rushing toward the ring with a grill lighter in his hand. Tweeder drops the weedwhacker and leaps to the top rope and dives off at the running Steel who flicks on the lighter and goes up like a roman candle!

Boy: FRY TWEEVER!!

As the human torch Trent charges at Tweeder, Tweeder hits a massive dropcking on Steel, but Steel grabs his legs and airplane spins Tweeder, backfirst, onto the steel rampway as ring attendants charge Trent with fire extinguishers and put him out.

Terra Skye: Trent Steel broke out one of his classic tricks and set himself ablaze in the opening minutes of the match! They quickly put out Tweeder's legs as well as the "Sadistic Scotsman", thru the pain, is laughing at Steel's sadistic nature not changing since the last time they faced off.

Johnny Vegas: Who?! Who would sell that jackass pyrogel??!!

Boy: (Whistles)

Johnny Vegas: ...

Trent throws off his trenchcoat and we see Trent reach into the back of the coat and pull out a kendo stick. Trent tosses his shades out into the crowd and slams the kendo stick into Tweeder's midsection. Steel grabs Tweeder and hoists him up, putting the kendo stick on Tweeder's neck, and hitting a Front Russian Legsweep. "The Legion" is cheering every move as Trent gets up and waits for Tweeder to get up and Trent three sixty swings the kendo stick into the side of Tweeder's face. Tweeder lands on the ring barrier and Trent charges forward. Tweeder brings up a boot to the stomach of Steel and then...DDT INTO THE BARRIER!!

Terra Skye: Well Trent just rattled Tweeder's brains!

Johnny Vegas: Let's be honest here, Tweeder just rattled whatever brains Trent has left... And anyway, I want proof if either get a concussion...cause it'll prove they have brains which I truly don't believe.!

Boy: Abbey Something...

Tweeder takes a step back while Trent is on the ground and waits for Trent to get up his hands and knee's. PUNT KICK TO THE GUT! Trent flips over onto his back as Tweeder grabs the Kendo stick and slams it onto Trent's chest to return the favor from earlier. Tweeder drops the kendo stick and picks up Trent Steel. He's going for the "Ruck Over". Trent drops to his knee's and hits the sides of Tweeder's knee's with his arms taking the bigger man down. Both men are not face to face on the ground and Trent hits Tweeder with a right hand. Return shot to the face from Tweeder's fist. Back and forth both men start wailing on each other with punches.

Terra Skye: With both of these superstars history of taking shots to the head you gotta wonder who much each can take.

Johnny Vegas: It's not gonna damage anything.

Boy: Dum De Dum Dumssss...

Johnny Vegas: Give me back my candy you asshole!

Boy: MMMMMMM...

The parrying of punches continues until finally Trent Steel has enough and uses his head...Literally! He grabs Tweeder by the shoulders and pulls himself up. Headbutting Tweeder in the nose and then bringing his knee into Tweeder's face as well. Trent gets up and heads toward the ringside area and pulls out a four by eight peice of plywood that's got rows of barbwire stapled to it! Trent drags this towards the entrance ramp as Tweeder gets up. Tweeder rushes at Steel, who ducks a clothesline from Tweeder, Steel turns...dropkick...ONTO THE BARBWIRE PLANK!! Steel screams in agony as Tweeder kicks Trent in the face with his boot. Tweeder walks over to the ringside area and grabs a set of steps! He picks the metal steps over his head as Trent is trying desperately to pull himself off of the plank. Tweeder powerbombs the steps onto Trent! As he does we see blood start seeping from the spots where Trent's been cut open on his back! Tweeder walks away and grabs...The Weedwhacker!

Terra Skye: Uh oh...

Johnny Vegas: Well...If you need to get rid of an invasive species...

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!

Johnny Vegas: You know you've been saying that for years and I'm tired of it. Go kill him! Go on!

Boy: DIE FATMAN!!

Johnny Vegas: Or sit there and trashtalk...I tend to like that...It's my jam.

Tweeder walks over towards Trent. He cranks the menacing machine over and over to rev up the engine. Trent tries to pull himself up, but he can't. He grits his teeth and does a kip up with the plank still on his back. Tweeder swings the weedwhacker as Trent turns his back to him and the weedwhacker cuts into the board barely missing Steel's face. Trent spins around and kicks Tweeder in the stomach followed by an Axe Kick to the back of the neck. Trent doesn't follow up, but instead runs backfirst into the turnbuckle post. The plywood shatters from the impact but the barbwire is still on Trent, but he can move his arms finally. Trent reaches down and pulls off the barbwire as well as his shirt. We see something we don't normally see. The scarred upper torso of Trent Steel like a road map of ultraviolence. Trent wraps the barbwire on his hands and gets on top of Tweeder. He slaps Tweeder into a camel clutch WITH THE BARBWIRE ON TWEEDER'S THROAT!

Terra Skye: Well it's less than ten minutes in an already this is not acceptable for network television!

Johnny Vegas: Jeez! Look at Steel's back...are those bullet hole scars?! I forgot how fucked up this guy is!

Boy: CHOKE TWEEVER!!!

Tweeder is screaming in agony trying to pull the barbwire cord from his throat and, using his larger frame, tries to get to his feet. He is successful but Trent keeps the hold on while trying to choke out Tweeder. Tweeder, taking a page from Trent, runs backfirst into the turnbuckle post! Trent let's go and Tweeder tears off the barbwire. Tweeder's face and neck are bleeding along with his hands, but Trent is looking worse for wear with his back and the sides of his head and neck cut pretty badly. Tweeder grabs Trent and kicks him in the gut...RUNNING POWERBOMB UP THE RAMP INTO THE SIDE OF THE CARNAGE TRON!!

Terra Skye: Tweeder! You know how much we had to pay to get one of those!

Johnny Vegas: He only slammed him into the ten percent he owns...

Boy: TEN PERCENT DIE TWEEVER!!!

Trent lands in a heap, and Tweeder takes a moment to pose for "The Legion" as he reaches down and picks up Trent. Tweeder irish whips Trent towards the edge of the stage, but Trent puts on the brakes. Trent turns right as Tweeder goes for a boot to the chest, but Trent catches it and leg tosses Tweeder down to the work area below. Tweeder lands hard on some road boxes!

Terra Skye: Just like that Trent Steel turns the tide!

Johnny Vegas: The man doesn't know how to use tide...that would imply he washes himself...

Boy: DIE TWEEVER CHALLENGE!!

Trent looks down at Tweeder and looks up at the Carnage Tron...

Johnny Vegas: No no...

Trent starts climbing the side of the Tron...

Johnny Vegas: NO NO NOOOOO!!!!

Boy: FLY FATASS FLY!!!

Trent gets to the top of the Tron and jumps off..."THE BLACKWINGED ANGEL" ON TOP OF TWEEDER!!! Both men are down as referee, Silent Cal, start to make his count!

Terra Skye: A four fifty splash on top of Tweeder...Both men are down!


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Silent Cal stops his count as Tweeder grabs Trent by the neck and they both walk and brawl to the backstage area.

Johnny Vegas: They're gone...can we move on now?

Terra Skye: Johnny! The title is on the line.

BOY: DIE TWEEVER!!

As Trent Steel and Tweeder fight their way around the backstage area, Trent throws Tweeder through a door to one of the offices. As Tweeder lays on the ground in pain, Trent is a bit surprise to hear an all too familiar voice...C$J..

C$J: What the hell do you two think you are doing!?!

Tweeder and Trent both look up to see C$J stand at his desk looking like he is about to pop a blood vessel.

Tweeder: Should we take five so we can explain to him what we are doing?

Trent Steel: Sure thing old man.

Tweeder: I’ve been out of this for 2 years. I am not that much older than you.

C$J: Will you two just shut up and tell me why you are in my office?

Trent helps Tweeder up and they both take a seat at the empty chairs in front of C$J’s desk. Tweeder takes out a pack of cigarettes and offers Trent and C$J one. They both decline before Tweeder speaks up.

Tweeder: You do know this match is a last man standing falls count anywhere match right?

C$J: I know that you idiot. Do you think for one minute I am going to believe you just happened to end up here?

Trent Steel: Well that is the truth. We got caught in the moment, broke the door down, and there you were. Hey kilt ass, time is up.

Tweeder: Okay 80s glam band. Pick your weapon.

C$J: Pick your weapon?

Trent and Tweeder survey the room and each spot something they want to use as a weapon. Trent sees a Harvard Business School Law book while Tweeder takes C$J’s Harvard Law Degree hanging on the way. Trent seems a bit surprised about the choice.

Trent Steel: Really? You could have stabbed with the letter opener and you chose THAT!

Tweeder: Well you chose a book so might as well go for something else that has Harvard on.

C$J: Put those down!?! Those are private property.

Tweeder: Not really since you left them out on the open and we found them.

Trent Steel: So are you going to do something or just talk.

Tweeder: Sorry about that.

Tweeder takes the Harvard law Degree and throws it at Trent who ducks. C$J is in near tears as evidence of his hard word is getting destroyed. Tweeder aligns himself in C$J as Trent swings the Law Book at Tweeder. Tweeder moves out of the way and Trent drills C$J in the forehead. C$J drops like a sack of potatoes from the impact. Tweeder and Trent just stare at each other before laughing. They look around for what else they can use, but are unsatisfied. Instead they just start throwing punches like there is no tomorrow as they exit the office.

Terra Skye: Oh the boss did not look happy about that!

Johnny Vegas: They're not gonna find it funny when he sues them for this!

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!

Johnny Vegas: Will you say anything else?

Boy: DIE DIE DIE MY TWEEVER!!

Johnny Vegas: No...No...And fuck you no!

The two brawling bumblers continue to berate and batter each other backstage until they get to the Concession Stand area! As Trent and Tweeder keep battering each other we see Ahmya with a tray of freshly baked cookies walking out from the kitchen area.

Ahyma Emm...Cookies for everyone! You guys wanna try some?

The two idjits stop for a moment and look at the young lady who is all smiles. The guys look at each other, then at the tray of cookies, then at each other.

Terra Skye: Interesting...

Johnny Vegas: These two are not gonna stop a match for...

BOY: DIE COOKIE COOKIE!!!

Tweeder: You wanna?

Trent Steel: It'd be rude not to.

Tweeder: Well it's you that's why I asked Mr. Rudeness.

Trent Steel: ...Touche.

The two stop and each grab a cookie. We cut to Johnny Vegas at ringside as he does a facepalm!

Terra Skye: You're just mad you aren't getting cookies.

Johnny Vegas: This is falls count anywhere! This is last man standing! This is not a damn bakeoff...and yes I want cookies!

Boy: Dough ho hoooo hooooo...

Terra Skye: I'm sure you'll get a cookie later buddy.

Tweeder: These are very good!

Trent Steel: We need to tell whomever is in charge of snacks here to add this to the menu.

From the door comes out Garbage Fence wearing a chef's hat.

Garbage Fence: BONJOUR!!!

Trent looks utterly mortified as Tweeder just laughs his ass off. Ahmya just smiles. We cut to Terra and Johnny both doing a facepalm! We then cut back to backstage.

Ahyma He was nice enough to let me use the kitchen...I'm gonna go takes these to the rest of the locker room!

She skips merrily along with her tray of cookies while Trent and Tweeder stare off for a moment.

Tweeder: Nice girl...I really hope no one hurts her.

Trent Steel: She's not related to Jack...

Garbage Fence: BONJOUR!!!

Trent and Tweeder look at Garbage Fence and back at each other and Trent slams Tweeder with a right fist to the face, and Tweeder responds and they start to head to the kitchen.

Garbage Fence: EHEEEHEEEHEEEEEE!!!

Garbage Fence runs back into the kitchen and comes out with a full garbage can and throws it at Trent Steel and sends "The Son of a Bitch" forward landing on his face on the concrete.

Johnny Vegas: Does that make Garbage Fence record against Trent Steel still two wins to no losses?

Boy: TEN POINTS SANITATION!!

Tweeder looks confused for a moment as we hear a horn go off...a bunch of beeps to the tune of du de duu duuu duu du de duu duu duuu duuuu. Tweeder turns to see Violet Mist, Johnny Love, and Asahi driving a golf cart right towards him and Trent!

Terra Skye: Holy shit, where'd Violent Mist and Asahi come from?! We haven't seen them in Carnage for a very, very long time!!

Johnny Vegas: You're worried about that when--

Tweeder: SHIT!!

Tweeder gets out of the way...kinda. He leaps out of the way but is grabbed by Ashai onto the cart. Trent...not so lucky. Trent gets up glaring at Garbage Fence until...WHAMMO!!! Trent gets run over by the golf cart!

Tweeder: ..I just had a flashback to a world title match.

Ashai produces a learners permit and we cut to the commentator team again. Terra, Johnny, and even Boy do a facepalm. We cut back to backstage to see Tweeder get off the golf cart and check on Trent.

Tweeder: Hey asshole...you dead?

Tweeder picks up Trent by the hair and we see Trent's face is busted wide open to where his corspe paint is now a crimson mask. Tweeder starts dragging Trent away as "The Masked Debators" all argue over whose insurance is gonna cover this. Tweeder picks up Trent and throws him thru a staircase entrance! The two start climbing up the stairs with Tweeder leading Trent who is really out of it. They get to the top of the staircase as Tweeder tosses Trent out of the door and into...the merch table area at the top of the arena!

Terra Skye: All available at the Carnage Shopzone!

Johnny Vegas: Cheap plug for cheap crap...

Boy: DIE TWEEVER...Nineteen Ninety Five!

Tweeder throws Trent and the fans in the area cheer as they get to see this brawl up close and personal, while the merch attendants are not happy. Tweeder picks up Trent and sets him up for a piledriver on the concrete floor! He hits it! Trent stays down as Tweeder gets up and walks over to the merch table.

Tweeder: Hey...He's really fucked up looking without a t-shirt you guys got anything you can loan him for the match.

Jonathan Willis: I got yer t-shirt right here fella!

We pan over to see Jonathan Willis at a makeshift stand that says "Team Tree Lobsters" Tweeder smiles and drags Trent over to the stand.

Tweeder: How much?

Jonathan Willis: Oh no...Just a selfie wearing the shirts is fine.

Tweeder: That work for you dumb fuck?

Trent Steel: (spits blood out of his mouth) Shure...whiy note...

Tweeder: I rattled his brain. He's not gonna remember this. This is gonna be funny.

Tweeder puts on his "Team Tree Lobsters" t-shirt and pulls one over Trent's head and gets his arms into it as Trent is still a little loopy from it. Willis holds up his phone and Tweeder smiles as Trent looks on dazed and flips off the camera.

Jonathan Willis: Thanks fellas!

Tweeder nods and picks up Trent and Irish whips Trent right into another doorway. Tweeder follows inside and...is shocked at what he see's. A ball pit.

Terra Skye: ...Is that?

Johnny Vegas: Oh god...deja vu...

Boy: DEJA TWEEVER!!

Out of the ball pit pops out the man himself, Dr. Winn! He looks at Tweeder confused.

Doctor Winn: This facking ball pit didn't work! It was supposed to send me to 2020! Not back to your dumb facking ass.

Dr. Winn looks down at Trent Steel.

Doctor Winn: Who the fack are you? I thought I told AGOS to keep the bums out of here. Where the fack is JD?

Dr. Winn gets out of the ball pit and Tweeder rushes him from behind and hits "The Ruck Over"! He picks up Dr. Winn and tosses him back into the ball pit. Suddenly there is a flash and the ballpit is gone.

Tweeder: Sorry old man...but it's just not your time.

Trent Steel: HEY MARTY!!!

Tweeder turns and gets clocks in the side of the head with a fire extinguisher by Trent Steel.

Trent Steel: Back to Violence!

Trent picks up Tweeder and takes him back out the way they came in, punching him the whole way. Tweeder ends up slamming into someone. He's wearing a mask over his face and Tweeder's elbow hits him in the jaw.

Masked Man: OW...My face! YOU BASTARDS!

The masked man picks up Tweeder and hits him in the gut and hits a double underhook facebuster on him, right on the concrete! Trent grabs the masked man and spins him around.

Trent Steel: Hey! Get your own Scotsman to beat up!

Masked Man: The name is PAROXYSM!!! And you're in my way!

Trent gets kicked in the gut and set up for a cradle tombstone piledriver! It connects and the masked man walks away. Silent Cal starts his count...


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Tweeder starts to get up.

Tweeder: Friend of yours?

Trent Steel: ...I thought he was with you...Did I get hit by a golf cart?

Tweeder: That's the weirdest thing you remember?

Trent Steel: Why am I wearing this?

Tweeder grabs Trent by the back of the head and lifts him up as Trent hits Tweeder in the face with a knee! Both men go down for a moment, but Trent is the first back and up throws Tweeder into another staircase area. Tweeder stumbles down the stairs all the way back to the backstage area.

Tweeder: We need an elevator...

Amber Ryan: You look like you need a vacation.

Tweeder gets up as we hear Trent stumbling a bit coming down the stairs to see Amber Ryan backstage in front of him. He smiles. She smiles. She gestures to a box behind her. It's big red box with wheels on it.

Amber Ryan: I brought you boys some toys.

Tweeder: Christmas already?

Trent comes down and comes face to face with Amber who smiles as she kicks Trent in the gut. Tweeder laughs as Amber kicks him in the gut to! DOUBLE DDT ON THE CONCRETE!!

Amber Ryan: Have fun boys...

Silent Cal comes down the stairs just as Amber walks past him.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! Atta girl!


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Trent starts to get up first this time.

Trent Steel: Ow...was that Amber?

Tweeder: Yup...Did you piss her off recently?

Trent Steel: I called her dad a shithead...

Tweeder: Well that will do it ya shithead!

Trent gets up and goes to punt kick Tweeder, but Tweeder drop toe hold's Trent right into the box! Tweeder grabs the box and opens the lid. He smiles as he picks up Trent and chucks him into the box. Since it has wheels Tweeder starts flying thru the backstage area heading towards the entranceway again from the other side.

Terra Skye: Looks like they are coming back out here!

Johnny Vegas: Oh the joy inside my soul...

Boy: (Looks down at Johnny's feet)

Johnny Vegas: The left one.

Tweeder comes out the thunderous applause as the bloodied and battered Scotsman heads toward the ringside area with Trent Steel inside of the box. Tweeder gets to ringside and goes under the ring pulling out a ladder. He turns and opens up the box...Only to get hit in the face with a boot from Trent Steel! Trent stands up in the box and looks fucking pissed off as he grabs something out of the box. It's a gas station hot dog roller. He walks over the announce table and slams it on there.

Trent Steel: Today...we're having a cooking lesson!

Terra Skye: Uh oh...

Johnny Vegas: Please keep this above the belt!

Boy: DIE WEINER!!

Trent goes back over and grabs Tweeder. Trent takes Tweeder and hiptosses him right onto a set of steel steps at the ringside area, before continuing to the announcers table. He lifts up the plastic cover of the hot dog roller and slams Tweeder's head into it and starts sliding his head on the rollers.

Trent Steel: COOK THE MEAT EVENLY!!!

Terra Skye: Oh dear...

Johnny Vegas: Get away from me you woman beating...

Boy: TWEEVER!!!

Tweeder reaches over and grabs Boy's ringbell and slams it into Trent Steel's face. Trent goes down as Tweeder drops the bell and gets his head out of the hot dog rollar. Boy looks at his ringbell and back at Tweeder and gets up.

Tweeder: ...Aw hell!

Boy grabs Tweeder by the throat and chokeslams Tweeder into the mat! Boy starts walking away for a moment.

Terra Skye: Boy! No! Don't do it!

Johnny Vegas: Yes Boy! Do...OH CRAP!!

Tweeder starts to get back up as he turns and gets hit...WITH TRENT STEEL! Boy has a hold of Trent's legs and just chucked him into Tweeder!

Terra Skye: ...

Johnny Vegas: ...

Terra Skye: Don't say it...

Johnny Vegas: He hit a mother fucker with another mother fucker!

The cameraman gets really close to the downed wrestlers.

Trent Steel: What did you do to him?

Tweeder: I have no fucking idea...

Trent Steel: Apologize please...I don't wanna be a battering ram again.

Tweeder gets up and we see Boy still glaring at him. Tweeder reaches over and hands Boy back his ring bell. Boy takes the bell and sits back down. Tweeder looks down at Trent and picks him up. Powerbomb into the ringpost! Tweeder walks over to the red box and pulls out...

Terra Skye: Are those?

Johnny Vegas: Explosive boxes? Yes!

Boy: BOOM TWEEVER!!!

Tweeder puts the boxes out on the ringside area and then reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets up the table and then sets up the ladder. He makes his way back to Trent Steel. Tweeder picks up Trent and Trent kicks Tweeder in the gut! DDT INTO THE RING STEPS!! Trent picks up Tweeder and tosses him into the ring barrier in front of a couple sitting at ringside. Trent walks over to them and smirks. He asks for their phone. He takes a selfie with the two people and then picks up Tweeder...PITTSBURGH NIGHTMARE INTO THE RING BARRIER!!!

Trent Steel: What's your names?

Barbie: Mine's Barbie, and this is Chuck.

Trent Steel: Nice to meet you!

Chuck: That was awesome!

Trent Steel: Hey Chuck...you got a lighter...I lost mine.

Chuck hands Trent a lighter while Trent walks over and picks up Tweeder's weedwhacker. Trent opens up the gas tank of the weedwhacker and pours it's contents onto the table.

Terra Skye: Trent's gonna light up that table with the explosives underneath it!

Johnny Vegas: Damn it Chuck! Look what you did!

Boy: BABS IS AWESOME!!

Johnny Vegas: I don't like her either...she's got scary eyes...

Boy: CHUCK'S BOOTY!

Johnny Vegas: ...I feel like there is an inside joke here...

Terra Skye: They are a cute couple though.

Trent returns to Tweeder in front of Barbie and Chuck and Tweeder punches Trent in the jaw sending Trent under the bottom rope into the ring. Tweeder stops and takes a photo with Barbie and Chuck to. Tweeder gets into the ring and Trent is back up and has the lighter flicked. He looks at Tweeder and tosses the lighter right square on the table...The gas goes up and everyone near the entrance ramp part is scattering for higher ground.

Terra Skye: Fire, Explosives, Tables, and Ladders...

Johnny Vegas: Oh My!

Boy: EAT SHIT AND DIE TWEEVER!!!

Tweeder flips off Trent Steel and Trent, smiling, returns the favor. The two run at each other and start beating the hell out of each other with rights and lefts. Tweeder wins the upper hand by headbutting Trent. Trent's face gushes out a spatter of blood onto the mat from being knocked backwards. Trent ends up on the second rope and uses them for leverage to get back up! Tweeder charges at Trent and goes for a kick to the dick!...Tweeder screams out grabbing his foot. Trent reaches into his black jeans and pulls out a cup. He slams Tweeder's face with the cup sending Tweeder flying back to the ropes. Off the ropes Tweeder gets hit with a double arm DDT from Trent.

Terra Skye: A cup?!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like Trent wore his Winter insurance!

Boy: DICK KICK CITY TWEEVER!!

Trent reaches down and picks up Tweeder into a fireman's carry! Trent is able to shakily get onto the ladder from the ring and starts to climb it with Tweeder on his back. He's looking go to for a “Pittsburgh Nightmare” into the flaming table with explosives! Tweeder slides out and as he's falling grabs Trent into the “Ruck Over!” The two hit the table at the same time...

KABOOMMMMMMM!!!!

The flash is blinding for a moment as Silent Cal rushes towards them. Ring attendants again spray the wreckage of the blast to put out the fire. Both men are down. Both men are burnt. Broken. Busted. Bleeding...and Silent Cal starts his count...


1...


2...


3...


Tweeder rolls over onto his hands and knee's...


4...


5...


6...


Trent gets onto his hands and knee's...


7...


8...


9...


Tweeder gets up to one knee and falls back down as Trent kips up and almost falls over again, but catches himself


10!!!



Trent Steel stands tall as Silent Cal raises his hands. Tweeder crumples in a heap as EMT's rush out to him.

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...and STILL CHAOS CHAMPIONNNNN...TRENT STEEL!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Son of a Bitch! Well, at least that shit show is over with.

Terra Skye: What a crazy ride that match was...

Boy: DIE TWEEV!

Trent, barely able to move, waves off the EMT's and reaches down to pick up Tweeder. Both men stare at each other for a moment and start walking, supporting each other, up the ramp towards the back. Steve Matthews steps out onto the stage, looking at the two competitors of this match, both of them put through hell but still walking out under their own power... And he claps for them. He and Trent share a knowing look between them as he and Tweeder pass Matthews, passing through the curtain. Matthews stands there for a moment more, looking out at the cheering crowd, nodding his head before heading backstage himself.

Terra Skye: Well that's nice.

Johnny Vegas: It's disgusting.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!! DIEEEEE!!!

Terra Skye: You got to actually hit Tweeder, Boy... Calm down. Let's head into a break before the next match... For the Baltimore City Championship!

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Terra Skye: Now for our second championship bout of the evening. The Baltimore City Championship has been awful lonely since Mac Bane took the high road. We will see if that gamble pays off later this evening but first, someone has to stake claim to representing Baltimore.

Johnny Vegas: Anyone but these two.

Terra Skye: Adrienne Levi and The Dragon Lady earned this opportunity so tough shit. But, Johnny, they have the chance to have their names said along with Mac Bane, Sam Action, Bryan Ford, Zephyr Quinn, and current World’s heavyweight champion Ken Davison.

A shot of the Baltimore City Championship is shown as it is laid on a pedestal upon an orange velvet pillow.

Boy: TRUST THE GORTMAN’S FISHERMAN.

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is for the vacant Baltimore City Championship and is scheduled for one fall!

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

Kelly Carmichael: First, now residing in Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in 135 pounds, this is Adrienne Levi!

Grinning at the announcement, Adrienne scanned the crowd before making her way down to the ring. Bumping fists with any fans in the ringside area, she approached the ringside area. Scanning the crowd, she picks out a little girl in the crowd. Kneeling in front of her, Adrienne shares some quiet words with her and presses a purple enamel logo pin into her palm. She smiles warmly before turning to enter the ring.

Terra Skye:

Johnny Vegas: Hopefully her last.

All the lights in the arena dim for a moment as “You Can Run” by Adam Jones begins to play. After a few seconds pass red and white lights flash around the ring and the ramp and fog covered the ground, giving off the illusion that the ring is floating.As The Dragon Lady appears onto the ramp, up to her knees covered in fog, she paused. Her hands went go to her hips and she looked up as if looking up to the sky in a most heroic way. As she poses two streams of fire shoot up on either side of her.

Kelly Carmichael: And her opponent, hailing from Toyko, Japan, weighing in 142 pounds, here comes The Dragon Lady!

The crowd goes wild, chanting "Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!" And then she looked down toward the ring, and towards Adrienne. Her hands still on her hips. Half her face shielded by a white mask. Only her eyes can be seen. Then she began to walk forward slowly. Finally, she entered the ring, across from Adrienne, before striking that heroic pose once more.

Terra Skye: Here we are. No more waiting. No more tag matches. These two finally face off for the gold on the line!



The two circle each other apprehensively. While they had shared the ring prior, this is the first time as opponents. They lock up. Quickly, TDL digs in for a side headlock against the taller woman. Adrienne slips free and shoves The Dragon Lady into the ropes. Tries for a clothesline but TDL ducks and bounces off the other side. Adrienne with a leap frog over TDL. However, when Levi turns around TDL catches her with a dropkick!

TDL goes down for a quick cover, hooking the leg!

ONE!

Adrienne rolls a shoulder up quickly. TDL latches onto that arm and tries to transition into an armbar but before she can fully hyperextend Levi’s elbow, the rookie rolls her up!

ONE!

TDL slips free. Both scramble to their feet. Levi takes over TDL with an arm drag and seconds later, The Dragon Lady responds with a lightning fast sweep of the feet. Quickly, she rolls forward and plants herself on Levi with a senton splash!

Right into a cover…


ONE!


TWO!

Adrienne kicks out!

Terra Skye: Fast and furious action from these two. Looks like The Dragon Lady wasn’t kidding. She was going to push Adrienne Levi and not hold back.

Johnny Vegas: Oh stop with this buddy buddy shit. Gold is on the line. I’d stab my momma in the back for a chance like this.

Terra Skye: Of course you would.

The Dragon Lady slows this encounter down with a rear chinlock, digging her knee into the curve of Adrienne’s spine. Wrenching back and forth to wear down Levi, most of TDL’s face is covered by a mask but her eyes are full of determination. Instinctively, Adrienne taps her heel on the mat in an attempt to get the split crowd behind her. Finally, she manages to fight to a knee before sending three sharp elbows into the midsection of TDL. The hold loosens and she shoves TDL. As The Dragon Lady comes back for the offensive, Adrienne fights back with a forearm to the side of the head. She short arms her right into a front face lock … trying for that Levity tornado DDT for the first time.

However upon rotation, TDL refuses to go down and lifts Adrienne high and deposits her over the top rope. Adrienne nearly collapses to ringside if she hadn’t grabbed onto the top rope. TDL, intentionally or not, helps her to feet. She then chops Adrienne across the chest and seizes a handful of her long dark hair, leading her along the ring apron at a gallup. Adrienne avoids being rammed shoulder first into the steel ring pole by putting out her leg. She retaliates by giving TDL a chop of her own that sends TDL reeling backwards.

Adrienne climbs up top and leaps off the top with a huge diving crossbosy … right into a pinning predicament!

ONE!


NO! The Dragon Lady rolls through Adrienne’s momentum and with a freak show of strength and adrenaline, counters with fallaway slam that sends Adrienne out of the ring through the bottom rope!

Terra Skye: The Dragon Lady is aggressive tonight. Maybe its the title on the line but I heard some rumors about the personal issues, some frustrations so to speak. I don’t know the validity of them as this woman doesn’t speak much but there could be something to it.

Johnny Vegas: Women being hormonal, what’s fuckin’ new?

Johnny could be heard audibly being smacked across the back of the head. Meanwhile, TDL leaves no breathing room as Levi gets to her feet on the outside. Before the referee can begin counting her out, The Dragon Lady takes a running start and dives through the ropes and smashes into Levi!

The crowd jumps to their feet as TDL kips up! Grabbing a handful of Adrienne’s jumpsuit, TDL forces her back into the ring for a cover attempt …


ONE!



TWO!



Adrienne just kicks out just in time! TDL keeps on it, pulling Adrienne back up. Levi shoves her away to create some distance but The Dragon Lady hits her with an open palm strike that staggers her. Wobbly kneed, Adrienne falls right into TDL’s Wyvern double kneed facebreaker!

Another cover from The Dragon Lady!


ONE!




TWO!!



Faintly, Adrienne gets her shoulder up.

Terra Skye: The Dragon Lady is dominating this encounter but something has been said about the tenacity of Adrienne to survive this onslaught.

Johnny Vegas: Lose quicker.

Striking that heroic pose, The Dragon Lady signals for the end. She kicks Adrienne in the midsection as she gets to her finally. With an arm wrench, she transitions right into that reverse quarter facelock. Hoping to Breathe Fire into the Baltimore City Championship, she charges towards the corner, running up and over …

Adrienne counters, holding onto the top rope. TDL manages to flip behind Adrienne and land behind her. She grabs a reverse waistlock but is the victim of an errant elbow out of reflex. Stumbling back, holding her mask, she is finally vulnerable. Adrienne tries for Levity once more but but before being able to drop her, TDL blocks and reverses with a beautiful bridging Northern Lights Suplex!!!

ONE!




TWO!!!!



Adrienne escapes defeat once more! The Dragon Lady slaps the mat with frustration, incredulous with the referee’s count no matter how fair it seemed. Grabbing another handful of hair, whatever TDL intended is cut off as Levi brings her down into a small package!


ONE!


TDL breaks free easily but as she gets to her feet, Adrienne knocks her down with a back elbow. The impact is more shocking then painful but Adrienne keeps on it and then clobbers the smaller TDL with a huge lariat that spins her inside out!

Terra Skye: Whoa! I didn’t think Levi had that in her!

Johnny Vegas: Big whoop, she hit a basic wrestling manuever. I heard Matt Knox had a hand in training her. Hopefully she follows his career path and dies of an overdose.

Both competitors are down and out. At the referee’s discretion, he gives this title match some breathing room. Literally, as both are sucking air.

Slowly, both competitors get to their feet. They cast a glance towards the Baltimore City Championship, the prize for being victorious in this momentous contest.

They meet back in the middle of the ring. Catching Adrienne off guard, TDL chops at her repeatedly, backing her into the ropes. She grabs Levi by the arms and whips her to the otherside. Adrienne telegraphs a backbody attempt with a kick to the sternum and tries for a swinging neckbreaker … but TDL counters a quick shot to the ribs …

The Dragon Lady moves in for another attempt to Catch Fire but Adrienne twists out of the attempt before she reaches the rope ...

Terra Skye: A lot of back and forth between these two. Adrienne has shown she’s a great counter puncher but The Dragon Lady has studied well.

Johnny Vegas: Someone end this goody-two-shoe farce! Someone jab someone in the eyes already!

With a quick knee to the gut, Adrienne leads TDL to the ropes and springboards off and spikes The Dragon Lady with Levity! The impact forces Adrienne to crawl from afar to sling an arm over TDL…

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!!!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner via pinfall and the new CARNAGE WRESTLING BALTIMORE CITY CHAMPION, ADRIENNE LEVI!

The referee retrieves the now claimed championship. Adrienne gets to a knee, realizing that she has done something she never thought she would. Clutching the title to her chest, tears stream down her cheeks through relief and happiness.

The Dragon Lady is also up, her expression is obviously one of disappointment but she keeps her distance. She gives a small bow before ducking out, giving Adrienne her moment.

Terra Skye: Adrienne Levi wins her first ever championship in Carnage Wrestling or for that matter anywhere. She started out rough and kept at it and through hard work it paid off. The Dragon Lady was worthy of the same accolade but someone has to lose and tonight she drew the short straw. There is no doubt in my mind, she’ll be back for more - but tonight is Adrienne’s.

Johnny Vegas: Does this bitch just cry about everything?

Boy: I’LL CRY AT YOUR FUNERAL YOU FUCKIN POTATO.

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Back in the locker room area, Kyra Johnson is preparing for her match with Mac Bane. “Godly” Ken Davison peaks his head in and knocks on the door.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Hey… uh… Kyra.

Kyra looks up and a smile comes over her lips.

Kyra Johnson: Hey, what's up?

“Godly” Ken Davison: Listen. I know you’re getting ready for Mac and all, but I wanted to give you something real quick. It’s for me, but kind of for you, too.

She cocks her head to the side, looking at him curiously.

Kyra Johnson: ..And what might that be?

“Godly” Ken Davison: Well…

Ken steps into the locker room with his hands behind his back.

“Godly” Ken Davison: It’s stupid really. Never mind, I shouldn’t have bothered you when you’re getting ready. I’m sorry.

Ken turns to leave, still hiding whatever it is he is holding.

Kyra Johnson: Ken...

Kyra says as he moves back towards the door.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I told you, it’s stupid. I was being selfish. Don’t worry about it.

Kyra shakes her head and gets up, moving towards him.

Kyra Johnson: Now I really wanna know what you're hiding. Come on..

She says, grinning.

Kyra Johnson: You know you wanna…

“Godly” Ken Davison: Alright. Alright. You win.

Ken takes his hand from behind his back and hands Kyra a small white box.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I figure it's kind of a good luck charm.

Kyra opens the box, her eyes light up as she pulls an orange towel from inside and holds it up.

Kyra Johnson: Nice color choice.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I figure if it’s your favorite color, you’d rather hold onto it and wouldn’t want to throw it.

Kyra Johnson: I like the way you think, Mr. Davison.

She replies, tucking it into her back pocket, giving Ken a playful grin.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I know you've got the match in a little bit. I just wanted to say knock em dead. I don't believe in luck.

Kyra Johnson: That’s the plan… And you, don’t make me get rid of this, huh?

She pats her back pocket.

“Godly” Ken Davison: My match is going to be trainwreck TV at it’s finest, but it’s going to be Amber that’s empty handed.

Kyra Johnson: Kick his fucking ass, Ken.

“Godly” Ken Davison: I have to. I made a promise.

Ken walks out of the locker room and stops just outside the door where the cameras overhear him utter the words “many a great, terrible thing.”

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