Chaos 101 Results

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We are in the Wild Cards only catering and the only two present at the moment are “The Venomous Bastard” Alex Winter and “Killer” Krystian Pearce. Alex was still suited and booted in his black expensive suit and shoes with the top button of his white shirt underneath undone. Dressed in a black tank top and jeans, Pearce is his normal agitated and expressionless self.

Alex Winter: Let’s keep this short and simple for you, you are not needed tonight so do one!

Krystian Pearce: Matthews is here, I am f**king staying.

Alex just laughs.

Alex Winter: I’m not sure you heard me right. If you want to get paid, you’ll do one! Understood?

Pearce without even a word picks up a steel chair and throws it across the catering area, the steel chair ending up clanging against the wall and Pearce storms out slamming the door shut behind him. Knowing he was out of ear shot, Alex just shakes his head and mutters “He’s a f**king liability.”

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Terra Skye: WELCOME EVERYONE to CHAOS 101!!!

Johnny Vegas: Christ... It feels like we've just started over from the beginning...

Boy: PUNCH YOUR HEAD OFF!

Johnny Vegas: Don't start already... I've got a headache from thinking about being here for 100 more episodes of this shit show.

Terra Skye: I sincerely hope Carnage makes it 1000! Carnage is THRIVING and last night we had our first edition of Havoc and that was fun!

Johnny Vegas: No. It sucked. Just like everything and everyone else SUCKS!

Terra Skye: Oh, pipe down you bitter old bitch. Most of us are excited to see Carnage expanding the way it is. Get with the times!

Boy: HONK!

Johnny Vegas: I AM with the times that why I hate all this shit.

Terra Skye: That makes literally no sense. But anyway, we've got a huge show planned for this evening! Going to be determining who's going to face Ken Davison at Chaos 102 for the Carnage World Championship!

Johnny Vegas: You mean who's gonna end up whooping his ass!

Terra Skye: What? Like Jack couldn't?

Johnny Vegas: HE STABBED HIM WITH A SCREWDRIVER!

Boy: ORANGE JUICE!

Terra Skye: It wasn't against the rules, but regardless.. Since the main event of Chaos 100 ended up not being for the World title, Ken Davison will be defending it at the next show against either Matt Knox, Amber Ryan or JC.

Johnny Vegas: My money is on Amber. Just like my money is on Jack and Mac to FUCK KYRA UP.

Terra Skye: Oh lord... That match is going to be an interesting one, that's for damn sure. But that's not the only thing. Dragon Lady is getting another shot at Alex Winter, and I'm sure she's going to hope that C$J doesn't interfere in this affair.

Johnny Vegas: It was a fast count! He had every right!

Terra Skye: Bullshit. We're also going to see Silvio Leon try to take Catalina Cortes' undefeated streak, just like she did to him at Chaos 100.

Johnny Vegas: Not gonna happen. Cat's on FIRE.

Boy: HOT CROSS BUNS!

Terra Skye: I'd love to see Silvio do a reading on you, Boy... That would be fantastic.

Johnny Vegas: That would be a train wreck. Just like watching Trent Steel and Steve Matthews fight over that title.

Terra Skye: Jesus Johnny... Leave Trent alone. You know what he's going through right now... Don't make it any worse.

Johnny Vegas: ....Fine. I'll talk about something else... Like how Loser girl had better kick Kens head off his body or I'll NEVER cheer for her again!

Terra Skye: You didn't cheer for her anyway.. and for the record, she's Carnage's Baltimore City Champ. Have some respect.

Boy: FINE OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME

Johnny Vegas: Bleh.

Terra Skye: And last but certainly not least, we get to see Jonathan Willis take on Axton Gunn. Two talented competitors who were on opposite sides of that six man tag back at Chaos 100, and now they'll be going one on one. This show has a lot to look forward to!

Johnny Vegas: Then shut your fucking trap so we can get it started... Christ sake.

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Matthew Knox is walking casually backstage, not yet dressed in his ring gear. He whistles casually as he strolls, carrying a bat in one hand. Eventually, he comes to the door that leads to the office of C$J and with an upbeat in his whistling, he opens the door and steps inside. He wordlessly takes a seat across from the boss, resting the bat in his lap.

Matt Knox: Hey Chris, how ya doin?

Christopher St. James, his hair disheveled due to earlier tidings with Tweeder, looks up briefly before putting his eyes back down. He jumps slightly and double takes as Knox takes his seat.

C$J: So… A threat to my physical well being. Must be Chaos. What can I do for you Mr. Knox and please try to expedite things. As you can probably tell, I’m a bit too busy running a professional wrestling organization to sit here and brood about the color black with you.

Knox smiles, and chuckles at this. He shakes his head, adjusting in his seat

Matt Knox: I figured we could sit and watch the opening match together. Make sure there’s no need for you to go out and influence the decision all over again.

He raises the bat up.

Matt Knox: This isn’t for you, don’t worry. It’s in case any...Wild Cards...decide to try and make a save here. Getting tired of the 4 on 1 games, y’know?

C$J eyes the bat and as he goes to say something Matt puts his feet up on the desk, right in the middle of the paperwork C$J was just working on. Throwing the pen behind him, C$J huffs and crosses his arms, mimicking Knox and almost falling over in the process.Righting himself, C$J puts his hands behind his head and meets Knox’s gaze.

C$J: Fine. This is fine. This is nice. I’m liking this. I get to relax, I don’t have to worry about getting my face beaten in by men who don’t need to wear eyeliner, but do anyways…

He winks over at Knox before continuing.

C$J: And I get to watch MY company prosper. You want to torture me? You’ll have to do better than this Knox. Who is torturing who if you have to stay within the same room as me?

Matthew smiles, nodding

Matt Knox: I’m just trying to make sure The Dragon Lady gets a fair shake. The torture starts when you have to acknowledge me as your company’s World Champion starting at the end of 102.

Knox allows himself a look over the boss man, shaking his head.

Matt Knox: If you make it til then. Ya look like shit, Chris.

C$J shrugs,

C$J: There are more to these companies than title belts, the road to, and maintaining the hardware around your waist. I did that before Knox and that’s what you haven’t allowed to permeate through your thick, matted hair skull. I’m a former champion, I sat in your shoes and had my shake. What I’m doing now? It’s the bigger challenge. Why be a champion when you could be a GOD? But…

C$J shrugs, trying to sort some of the papers closest to him.

C$J: Every deity has its dissidents and I am no different. While you’re here though Matthew, if you want to sit on my one decision to call a referee out on a fast count forever and a day, regardless of end result; if that had been anyone but Dragon Lady, Levi, or any of your other brethren… If it was someone you haven’t even met yet, or better yet, had it been Ms. Jones in Dragon Lady’s spot, would this be the same exact conversation we’d be having right now? Man to man Knox. May as well tell the boss what he wants to hear if you’re going to pin me down in my own office, how many times does this make it?

Matt Knox: Three. By my count. You really ought to lock that door.

C$J smirks.

C$J: Do you REALLY think that would make a difference?

Matt returns the smirk, removing his boots and leaning forward.

Matt Knox: Not with me. I’m very...set in my ways. I’d like to think it could have been anyone. Kat, Levi, Garbage Fence...if I see something that isn’t right, I can’t live with myself until I try and do something about it, you know? You and screwing Dragon Lady in her match, your bullying Belle Silva, Alex and all the horse shit he does, Zane King almost crushing Levi’s throat..I got a lot of fight, and I give a shit. Usually just serves to getting my ass kicked...but you already know. I don’t stay down.

He shakes his head, staring at C$J thoughtfully.

Matt Knox: I’d like to think you had a boss, that turned you into the prick you are. But i’m guessing you were one of those world champions. Three piece suit every promo. Robe during the entrance. Probably golden house lights and a fuck ton of baby oil. Nah..you came out of the box like this, didn’t you?

C$J nods, fingers steepled in front of him.

C$J: Let me answer with a question of my own, since you feel the need to question things a simple Google search would answer for you; do you remember what your first title reign felt like? What it felt like to not only make it that far, but to overcome that summit and stay on top of that mountain like the king you were at the time? As a champion, you KNOW your time is coming, it isn’t a matter of if, it’s a matter of when. But… Why should I be judged for how I held myself in my first title reign when compared to a veteran of the business like yourself? Why do you feel my meager in ring career, when laid out in comparison to yours, should be held under any kind of spotlight? Ask me anything Knox and I’ll tell you what you want to hear. How I lost that strap in my first defense. How I found most of my success in the ring as a member of a tag team. Again, Google is your friend in this instance but yet you insist upon dragging all of those things up like they hold some sort of minute relevance to your existence. Knox, my in ring career was shit and are you REALLY that surprised that when I put myself in a position to own my own company, I’m behaving like I am?

Matthew remains silent, eyeing the man silently, before speaking.

Matt Knox: The one world title I won, it culminated in a tournament for a startup company that was put together after the FWF folded. I was one of the ‘old guard’ so they featured me heavy, brought in a bunch of indie darlings. I beat some guy with a Michael Madsen haircut. But, I did it on a torn meniscus. One I'd gotten a month or two prior, I forget. Got hooked on pills, booze, then heroin. And lost it in my first defense, don’t remember the match and never cared to go and watch it. Then I was gone for twelve years until I came back, debuted the same night you did here.

He chuckles, shaking his head, as he sets the bat down now, looking at C$J quietly a moment, steepling his own fingers.

Matt Knox: Funny, how similar and different two men can be.

C$J: Would you believe in that case, that I won my strap from the proverbial “hero” of the particular federation I was in? I didn’t have to spend money to get there and I didn’t spend money to get to that precipice despite what people may say, or “feel.” I am not the man you think I am Mr. Knox, I am as they say, only human. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love annoying the shit out of you every chance I can get. The more you think you have one over on me, you don’t get that I think of one extra way to beat you. It doesn’t matter how many times it takes, at the end of the day, I WILL win. Bat, no bat. Dragon Lady, no Dragon Lady. Set or solo. You push hard, you’ve probably hit me the hardest that I’ve ever felt, and that is saying something. Here I am though, still standing, and ready for the next round because probability is on my side and the more you knock me down?

He shrugs.

C$J: The closer I am to my turn to once again be on top.

Matt affords another chuckle, shaking his head.

Matt Knox: You almost had me liking you. But, couldn’t have that, huh? :Listen, Chris. The only way you beat me, the only way you stop me from being a bigger deal than you? Is have me crippled in the ring. Because if you fire me, you know that makes me a martyr. If you try to fight me straight up, i’ll win. No offense to your own prowess, of course. If i’m the champ? You can’t bury me. Hell, lets face it..you can’t either way. So I guess this is just it, until one of us is gone. You be shitty, I push back, you be shitty, I push back.

C$J nods, resolute.

C$J: The cycle continues, so on, and so forth. Know this, I am oh so close to finding that one crack in your armor Knox. Once I find it, you can guarantee that I’ll be prying it as wide open as possible. You keep putting on that bravado and you keep hiding behind the biggest prize that Carnage has to offer. Everything comes and everything goes. In terms of you liking me? I’ve come to accept you as the necessary part of my life that is needed to make sure I don’t get bored and try to take my own life. So far?

C$J gives Knox a once over from head to toe.

C$J: I’m surprised I haven’t started shopping at trendy mall stores and listening to braying cats in the loosest definition of “music” I have ever seen. Your whole aesthetic is depressing Knox. It’s color, not some allergen that you need to avoid at all cost. Or is that it? Tell you what, I know color can be scary and more expensive than black.

C$J opens a drawer and pulls out a stack of bills, tossing them in Knox’s direction.

C$J: You’re always complaining about money. Take it, use it as you see fit. Hell, distribute it to

the neediest of your flock. At the end of the day just do the world a favor and add some fuckin’ color to your wardrobe. Tired of the depressed shadow brooding in my hallways.

Matthew smiles, reaching out and taking the stack of bills

Matt Knox: You know, I've always wanted to do this. But honestly, if you’d seen what my ex wife got in the divorce, you’d be hitting me up for a proposal.

Deftly, Knox withdrew his pack of camel non filters, gripping one between his teeth he shoves them back into his pocket, producing a silver zippo then...and lighting the stack of cash ablaze, holding it up to light his cigarette. He takes a satisfied puff then, waving the flame out and tossing it back to Chris

Matt Knox: That’s off the bucket list. Thanks, Chris. Now let’s watch Winter prove he can’t fight.

C$J rolls his eyes at the pile of ash on his desk and brushes it off to the floor. Picking up one of the nearest papers, C$J gestures toward a tv and flicks a remote toward Knox.

C$J: You watch the fight, I have other matters to attend to, remember? And don’t think you’re off the hook! If you find that part of your contract renewal with Carnage when it comes up is to incorporate some color into your in ring attire, don’t be surprised. I promise, you won’t die.

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Terra Skye: Well, that's one way of making sure the boss doesn't stick his nose into this match.

Johnny Vegas: BULLSHIT! What an ASSHOLE!

Terra Skye: You're a moron. That match was controversial and you know it.

Johnny Vegas: What’s controversial? The ref tried to screw Alex, and the boss man set it right!

Terra Skye:...I’m not..I won’t. Nope. Not doing this with you.

Boy: FAT MAN FOLLIES FRUITFUL AND PLENTY!!

Terra Skye: That’s right boy, and fuck Tweever

Boy: DIE TWEEVER DIE

DING DING!!!

The Dragon Lady approaches the center of the ring in a calm, collected stride. Alex Winter remains leaning on the top rope, eyeing her. He rolls his eyes and goes to meet her, jawing the whole time. TDL does not seem to respond to his mocking, simply staring up at him with her hands hanging at her sides as she waits for him to move. And move he does, throwing a straight jab at her that she evades by stepping to the left. She then deftly kicks Alex’s left leg out from under him.

Terra Skye: Dragon Lady taking a much calmer approach to this fight than she has in the past.

Johnny Vegas: It’s the weight of defeat slowing her down, I tell ya!

Terra Skye: You would know the weight of failure, you old shit

Johnny Vegas: Listen here, bitch...

Alex furiously gets to his feet, charging in with a clothesline that TDL ducks all the same. This time, she manages to hit Alex with a codebreaker from behind! Before she can capitalize and get the win, however Alex rolls to the outside, favoring his back. TDL gets back to her feet and remains waiting patiently in the ring. Eventually, Alex slides back in. He signals for a lockup, which TDL obliges with. But as she gets close enough to him, Alex jabs a thumb in her eye and drops her with a DDT! He goes for a quick pin!

Johnny Vegas: Hah! Dumb bitch! Get her, Alex!


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Dragon Lady rolls a shoulder off the mat quickly. Alex lifts her to her feet as he gets to his own, and locks an arm bar on her, reaching out a leg and kicking one leg out from under her, twisting the move in tighter as he does so.TDL manages to roll through, however and pull Alex over in an arm drag. Alex gets to his feet quickly, but TDL catches him in the chin with a roundhouse kick! She follows it up with a bicycle kick to his chest, and sweeps his legs out from under him! She leaps on the ropes, rebounding off them and nailing him with a lionsault! She goes for the pin!

Terra Skye: What a string of offense! Dragon Lady goes for the win!

Boy: PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON LADY


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Alex Kicks out! He sits up, looking dazed from the rapid assault. TDL lifts Alex up to a standing position, and once she does she leaps up onto his shoulders, going for a poisonrana but Alex reverses, driving her into the mat with a vicious powerbomb! He then struts around her as she lay arching her back in pain, and drags the heel of his boot over her forehead, which ears a reprimand from Ref Jeff. Alex then goes a step further, standing on TDL’s hair and lifting her up by the arms while yelling insults down at her as she cries out in pain, feeling her scalp light afire!!

Terra Skye: Christ, I feel that myself!

Johnny Vegas: Not me. Not anymore, at least.

Terra Skye: If only you were as thin as your hair, Johnny…

Johnny Vegas: I know...wait, fuck you!!

Alex lets go as ref Jeff gets to a count of four, before flipping TDL over and going to lock in The Winter Of Discontent! But TDL is quick and slippery enough to get to the ropes, snatching them and forcing Alex to relent via Ref Jeff. Alex begins shouting at TDL as she pulls herself up on the ropes, wiping a wrist over her face and finally bristling with the intensity she is known for. Alex makes a mocking ‘im so scared’ face, as TDL walks to the center of the ring to meet him.

Boy: ITS TRICKY TO ROCK A RHYME!

Terra Skye: Looks like the games are over, Dragon Lady looks like she wants to finish this!

Johnny Vegas: With a loss! HAH!

Alex goes to lock up, but Dragon Lady ducks under rapidly! She then nails Alex with the Wyvern! She pops up with Alex who screams, reaching for his back. She kicks him in the midsection as hard as she can, then considers before kicking him hard in the face to straighten him back up! She steps back, and nails him once again in the midsection with a shuffle side kick! TDL grabs Alex in a headlock and charges the corner, nailing him with Breathe Fire!! She leaps on him for the pin

Terra Skye: Breathe Fire! This is it!

Johnny Vegas: FUCK THAT CMON ALEX!


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, THE DRAGON LADY!!!!

Terra Skye: She did it!

Johnny Vegas: Oh for fucks sake.

Boy: TO ROCK A RHYME THAT'S RIGHT ON TIME!

Johnny Vegas: Well this night is starting out just PEACHY.

Terra Skye: You're right.. it is! Congratulations to Dragon Lady! And Alex Winter, that boy's not making many friends... I'll tell you that. He's got talent but he's gotta get out of his own way in my opinion.

Johnny Vegas: UGH... SHUSH.

Terra Skye: While Johnny takes the next few minutes to sulk... we're going to take a short break!

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Backstage we find Steve Matthews strolling around almost as if he is looking for something or someone, after turning a few corners he seems to find what he is looking for, after a deep breath and without knocking he swings open the door marked “Wild Cards Personal Only”. Matthews walks in without pause. Ryker and Seven who are sitting opposite Alex Winter at a catering table instantly jump to their feet, all that does is gain a smirk from Steve.

Steve Matthews: Sit the f**k down!!

Neither moves but glance at Alex.

Alex Winter: You heard the man and I believe he told you to sit the f**k down!!

Both men grunt but do exactly as told. Alex then stands up himself and looks at Matthews.

Steve Matthews: Have you done what we agreed?

Alex Winter: Yes, you have my word, Krystian Pearce is not here, I told him to do one.

Matthews lightly shakes his head.

Steve Matthews: Your word means nothing to me right now, but if by the end of the night I haven't had to deal with Pearce, I will consider your half of the deal complete.

Alex Winter: Then it’s on you…

Steve Matthews: It will be done, I’ll do my side of the deal and even let you bloody watch if you feel the need.

Alex Winter: Oh most definitely, been a real pleasure doing business with you.

Steve raises an eyebrow and on that note spins round before just walking out of the room.

Ryker: What the hell is that? What deal?

Alex Winter: If paid lackeys needed that sort of information, you would have it, now shut up and look tough… it’s all you're good for anyway.

Alex makes his way around to where Ryker and Seven are sitting, he then smacks them both around the back of the head. Both looking at each other wanting to react but knowing they can’t. Alex walks over to the food chuckling to himself and muttering about “What buffoons Ryker and Seven are.”

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Johnny Vegas: What the shit was THAT?!

Terra Skye: I'm curious about that myself. What kind of deal did those two strike up? I thought they couldn't stand one another.

Boy: TRISKETS!

Terra Skye: I don't know, something doesn't smell right about this.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, it's you.

Terra Skye: ....We're about to get into the next match here this evening.. Jonathan Willis against Axton Gunn.

Johnny Vegas: I'd be totally into this if that one guy would sing me a song... Just saying.

Terra Skye: ....



The opening bell sounds and the combatants circle in the ring. As they go to lock up, Gunn nails Willis in the gut with a knee, followed by an uppercut. Willis is rocked back before absorbing another stiff kick to the gut. Gunn hooks him and delivers a snap suplex. Before a pin attempt can occur, Willis rolls to the ropes. As he pulls himself up with the ropes, Gunn approaches.

Terra Skye: These two might have been friendly on the outside of the ring, but they both want this win here tonight, that's for damn sure.

Johnny Vegas: Well DUH... Who wants to be a fucking loser.

Boy: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!

Johnny Vegas: Jesus... I don't know how much more of... HIM I can take.

Terra Skye: It's your job, so shut up and deal with it.

Gunn grabs Willis and turns him around, only to receive a fury of surprise strikes. Gunn blocks one and he is able to back up to a safe place out of Willis' reach. They stare each other down and give a nod out of sportsmanship before Gunn charges. Willis sidesteps danger and runs toward the ropes behind him. Gunn stops and turns around just in time to get whiplash from a slingblade from Willis.

Terra Skye: There's so much disdain and malice around this locker room lately - It's nice to see two men going at it that don't absolutely despise one another.

Johnny Vegas: It's fucking boring!

Terra Skye: To you maybe, but I'm enjoying watching two evenly matched competitors having a great match.

Johnny Vegas: You would.

Boy: WOOF WOOF!

Willis follows up immediately with a skilled series of elbow strikes. Gunn struggles to cover but Willis reaches down and pulls Gunn's head right into s vicious headbutt. The referee briefly scolds Willis, who staggers to his feet and holds his own head. Gunn slowly rolls to his feet, able to catch his breath. As he nears, Willis throws up a swift kick, catching Gunn and sending him back to the corner. Willis wastes no time by charging to the corner, only to eat a jumping knee strike from Gunn. Willis stumbles back and Gunn approaches, swiftly executing an intricate pinning maneuver he calls…

DROP THE BASS!


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THR-NOOOO!

Willis was able to squirm out of the hold just enough to count as a kickout.

Terra Skye: Axton almost got him there!

Both combatants get to their feet and they engage in an evenly matched battle of strikes. Willis swings a roundhouse kick. Gunn ducks and jumps onto Willis' shoulders. He leans back for a reverse hurricanrana but Willis holds onto his wrists. He pushes Gunn forward off his shoulders and into a double knee backbreaker.

THE DOWNFALL!

Willis goes for the pin.


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THR-NOOOO!

Gunn kicks out just before the three count!!

Terra Skye: And Willis returned the favor! Almost getting Gunn with the Downfall! What a close one we have here tonight, either of these men could pull it off!

Johnny Vegas: One of them better soon or I'm gonna pass the fuck out.

Boy: OH CHRISTMAS TREE!!!

Terra Skye: You just can't appreciate anything great, can you?

Both men climb back up to their feet with Willis grabbing Gunn first, Irish whipping him into the ropes, but Gunn reverses! Willis bounces off the ropes and returns to see Gunn running towards him, hitting him with a running knee strike! Willis hits the mat and Gunn goes down for another pin!


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Willis kicks out again! Gunn gets back up, grabbing Willis' arms and pulling him towards the corner before heading up to the top rope, looking for the Encore! But NO! Willis gets up just as Gunn gets to the top and grabs him, bringing him into the position for the...

Terra Skye: NO MORE TOMORROWS!!!

Boy: YA YA SISTERHOOD!

Willis drops on top of Gunn and hooks the leg!


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... JONATHAN WILLIS!!!

Terra Skye: Holy shit! Willis surprised Gunn there and got the win! What a great match between these two though.

Johnny Vegas; Thank God it's over. Let's go to a brea--

Terra Skye: No! You don't get to take us to break... I wanna talk about the performance that Axton Gunn and Jonathan Willis just put on for the Legion... Both of them showed that they're contenders for anything they want to pursue.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah... Sure. Whatever.

Terra Skye: Ugh... Fine, let's head into a break. But congratulations to Jonathan Willis and Axton Gunn on a spectacular exhibition. I enjoyed it, even if my colleague here isn't capable of comprehending what great competitors you are.

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With the snap of bubblegum bursting, we capture the surprisingly relaxed figure of ‘The Distorted Angel’ Amber Ryan sitting atop an equipment box in a corridor- watching the right hand side with an amused expectancy. One leg hangs off the edge, lightly kicking the box with her heel while the other is cocked in front of her- an elbow resting against her bent knee.

One would presume that if she were wearing a watch, that she’d be looking at it impatiently- however she didn’t and instead blew a slightly larger bubble, pale purple contrasting against the shock of red falling around her face.

Pricking her ears up to the sound of oncoming footsteps, Amber doesn’t both to straighten up- instead watching keenly, a little smirk curling at the corner of her lip. One has to consider in this moment that whatever she’s up to, it's unlikely to end well…

Rounding the corner and flanked by the imposing figures of Ryker and Seven, Alex Winter immediately recoils in disgust upon noticing Amber within 20 feet of his locker room. In reality it's probably like 10, just far enough out of reach that it's not going to escalate into a brawl but not so much they have to yell and ruin the cadence of their insults.

Alex Winter: Can I fucking help you?

Amber blows the largest bubble she can manage, trying her best to match the obnoxious tone of Winter before she even says a word.

Amber Ryan: I doubt it, unless you’ve learned that trash goes in the bin and not on a leash.

Ryker and Seven look at each other, it's a look that shows they don't want to be there, just have to be there.

Alex Winter: It isn't nice calling Dumb and Dumber here trash, especially when you're from Texas. Don't worry Ryker and Seven, you can stand down, she is no threat without Mac by her side. She's just a lost little girl.

Laughter can be heard by Alex and only Alex. Ryker and Seven look at each other and just roll their eyes. Bemused, albeit unsurprised, Amber edges off the box and leans rather lazily against it- sizing up just how much the heavy’s actually liked their boss and how long she might get away with stomping him before they actually stepped in.

Amber Ryan: Is he... is he always this funny or does someone write this material for him?

Even before Ryker or Seven can talk, Alex executes his superiority over them as he holds his hand up for them to shut up.

Alex Winter: Ryker, Seven, you don't say a word unless I tell you too. Step back and guard the door. Amber Ryan, now is your chance to get me, but will you though? Really, will you?

Alex was now trying to entice Amber to do something with a sinister smirk on his face. Normally this would be the point where a brawl would break out, Amber would likely do something stupid like pick a three vs one fight and chaos would reign.

With a chuckle of her own though, Amber shrugs nonchalantly, mustering all the sarcasm she can in the moments breath she takes.

Amber Ryan: With those big, bad muscular brutes guarding you… However will I get at you, oh woe is me, do I need to go find Mac so he can protect me from your chained mutts or did you do the responsible thing and neuter them when you got them…

With a shake of her head, Amber leans back onto the box as though having planned all along to remain at a distance.

Alex Winter: These mutts as you call them, are here to protect you more than they're to protect me. I'd quite happily prove why that is, but right now, I have business to attend to.

Pushing Ryker and Seven to the side, Alex walks in the door and slams it shut behind himself emphatically leaving Ryker and Seven awkwardly watching an otherwise empty corridor as Amber stares them down expectantly. As though silently counting in her head, she maintains eye contact with them- showing three fingers, counting down to two… then one…

There's a long pause, definitely longer than a second as anticipated by the redhead- however the silence is shattered with the sound of splattering liquid, the rattle of something ricocheting off metal and finally the torrent of curse words emanating from inside the locker room.

At first Ryker and Seven seem concerned, more for their paycheck than anything else, but as the door flies open and Alex Winter emerges- the pair are unable to contain their raucous laughter. Splattered unceremoniously in viscous red paint, Alex Winter glares first at Ryker and Seven as though it could dampen their mirth- then down to Amber who watches on with a triumphant smile, dusting her hands off as she goes to take her leave.

His shirt is saturated from the chest outward, the lower half of his face still dripping with garish colour, Alex Winter looks as though he stood in front of an industrial fan while a toddler through paintballs at it and is very obviously aware of who is to blame.

Amber, clearly content with her handiwork, chuckles, muttering something that could only be captured by Winter, the doubled over with laughter Ryker and Seven, and the camera itself.

Amber Ryan: A fool's bet indeed.

Without fanfare or further gloating, Amber practically skips with glee down the corridor leaving Alex Winter dripping and furious in the corridor. Alex Winter slaps Ryker and Seven around the back of the head, instantly stopping them from laughter. He orders them to arrange the clean up as he storms off to go clean himself off.

Alex Winter: Revenge will be sweet.

Before Alex gets out of sight, you can hear his venomous laughter, but eventually it gets quieter and quieter as he continues storming off.

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Johnny Vegas: HAH!

Terra Skye: Wait a God damned minute... Didn't you like Alex Winter just FIVE FUCKING MINUTES ago?!

Johnny Vegas: What? Amber just dropped red paint on him... That's GREAT!

Boy: YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE ANAKIN!

Terra Skye: Oh my God... I can't even. Let's just get into this next match.. Catalina Cortes' undefeated streak against Silvio Leons pride. It's gonna be intense.



Silvio comes out like he’s shot out of a cannon, nailing Catalina Cortes with a hard clothesline. He pulls her vertical, before taking her back down with a scoop slam. Silvio then dashes to the ropes, leaping upon them and going for a lionsault but Catalina moves out of the way at the last minute! She hops to her feet, and nails Silvio in the back of the head with a somersault leg drop! Silvio favors the back of his head but gets to his feet quickly before Cat can fully capitalize! Both competitors now vertical, they rush in and begin trading blows in the middle of the ring!

Silvio ducks a sudden roundhouse by Cat and nails her with a leaping enziguri as she plants her foot back on the ground! The kick sends her to the ropes on shaky legs, and Silvio stays on her. He whips her into the opposite ropes and leaps up, hitting her with a headscissor takedown that takes Cat almost out of the ring!

Terra Skye: Silvio Leon isn't playing around here tonight!

However, Cortes recovers on the apron just by the skin of her teeth. Leon gets a running starts and running start, springboards off the ropes and finishes the job with a triangle dropkick!

Cat falls out onto the ring floor with an emphatic thud.

Terra Skye: These two are going big right away with some very dangerous moves and it looks like Silvio Leon has survived the initial onslaught and taken over this match.

Johnny Vegas: Big whoop!

Terra Skye: You say that but this is a very important contest for both of these two. Forget the rankings. Forget the undefeated streaks and championships, Silvio and Cat have something to prove tonight.

As Cat got to her feet, Silvio is already perched on the top turnbuckle and somersaults right onto her on the outside of the ring! Kipping up to his feet, Silvio fires up with Legion. However that proved to be detrimental to winning this contest early on as the showboating only allowed for a two count when he pinned Cat after the roll in.

Cat managed to push away Sil with a front kick, ducking a Silvio clothesline, then countering with repeated kicks to the back of his legs. Staggering, Cat tries for a spinning roundhouse but Sil ducks and Cat crashes to the mat. Silvio takes advantage with an Oklahoma cradle …


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TWO!


Cat breaks free!

Terra Skye: You can tell that while Silvio has taken a lot of punishment from Cat, he’s very aware of her offensive tendencies after their first encounter.

Johnny Vegas: Look, I got just one thing to say about this... WHO CARES?! Cat has got this because she's... Well she's her.

Boy: THIS JUST IN. I’M NUDE.

As Cat scrambles to her feet, Silvio knocks her down with a back elbow. In one swift movement, he leaps into a standing corkscrew moonsault ...but Cat puts up her knees. In agony, he slides right off her knees and Cat rolls him up.


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TWO!


Silvio Leon kicks out this time!

Johnny Vegas: See?

Terra Skye: Silvio kicked out! She didn't beat him! What are you even saying?

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?! ...FUCK.

Realizing that quick rollups aren’t going to get it done here, the opponents crawl away from each other, catching their breaths. Cat charges, Sil catches her with an arm drag. Both are back up. Cat returns the favor with an arm drag of her own. They’re both up and thinking the same thing with a clothesline.

The dual clothesline takes both out…

Once more, the two stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring, trying to figure each other out. This time their approaches are a little more reserved. They lock up, Silvio asserts a rare power advantage, transitioning right to a side headlock. Cat jabs him in the ribs and pushes him away into the ropes, as he comes off Cat uses all of his momentum to toss him high into the air with a back body drop!

Holding his lower back, Silvio looks up to see Cat coming at him full force with Massacre at Melrose ...but quick thinking allows for Sil to pluck her out of air for a short drop powerbomb on the back of her head. Holding onto her legs, he flips over with a jackknife pin!


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TWO!

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit! How’d that not do it! You know what, this Sil guy, I never doubted him and his goofy little cards.

Terra Skye: Sure. Sure. Not like we don’t have tape or anything. Or you literally just saying that he had NO chance like two minutes ago.

Boy: WHAT IS LOVE!? BABY DON'T HURT ME...

Terra Skye: ...

Johnny Vegas: ...Don't hurt me, no more. GOD DAMNIT BOY!

Even cool as a cucumber Silvio expresses a little distraught at only getting a two count from that. Cutting off her recovery with a high knee to the midsection, Silvio shoves her back first into the turnbuckle. Closing the distance, he knocks her loopy with a running uppercut. Sensing an opportunity, Sil lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle. Not sure of what he has in mind, he climbs up onto the second rope, and then lights her up with a chop across the chest. Cat flails backwards, only saved by Silvio and his intentions. In a sudden movement, Silvio goes for a top rope hurricanrana …

But Catalina Cortes holds the ropes and Silvio is dumped back into the middle of the ring! Cat looks down at Sil on the mat.

Slowly, she stands on the top turnbuckle and her knees wobble as the ropes shake.

Catalina Cortes fires off her Silver Arrow ...

Terra Skye: SILVER ARRO--

Johnny Vegas: Wait.. LOOK!

...but whether through instinct or pure luck, she sees Silvio rolling out of the way and makes a midair adjustment to roll through …

And just as she rolls onto her feet, Silvio springboards off the ropes and drives her head into the mat with Starry Wisdom! Scrambling for a cover, Silvio hooks both legs and holds on tight!


ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!!



Kelly Carmichael: The winner of this match via pinfall, SILVIO LEON!!

Silvio Leon, short of breath, gets his hands raised as he was on his knees, staring at his opponent. He seemed almost incredulous as he managed to pull that feat off as he was seemingly cooked.

Terra Skye: Catalina Cortes is no longer undefeated in singles competition. Silvio Leon gets his redemption. There’s a lot to unpack here but one thing has to be said. Neither of these two should be ashamed.

Johnny Vegas: I’m ashamed. Ashamed of all you. You. Especially you. You disgust me.

Silvio helps Cat to her feet. Despite the sting of defeat, Cat raises Silvio’s hand and backs off, giving Silvio the ring.

Terra Skye: But what a fucking match. God damn.

Boy: FROST GIANTS!

Johnny Vegas: So you're just going to ignore me?

Terra Skye: Yep. And I'm gonna say that those two put on yet another great match here tonight, and I'm looking forward to them eventually meeting again in the ring. We'll be back again soon!

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“She’s a Genius” by Jet rings out and The Legion seems to be louder than usual as Belle Silva makes her way on stage. She does her best to smile as best she can, but she isn’t her usual bubbly self. Getting into the ring, she takes a deep breath before speaking into her mic.

Belle Silva: Carnage Legion, thank you. I might have failed you at Chaos 100, but I will never stop calling out the injustice of our most recent regime that has taken over our humble abode. Fear not though Legion!

The crowd pops as Belle begins to find her rhythm.

Belle Silva: Months ago we saw legends in the making debut in the most historic of ways. I’ve had a lot of time to do some thinking recently. Light and dark, good and evil. I’ve always personally believed that for every bad thing that happened, something equally good would be waiting right around the corner, just, waiting for me to reach out and take it.

She reaches out a hand and grasps at empty air before closing her hand into a fist and clenching it at her side.

Belle Silva: Physics is a powerful law of nature dearest Legion and our cries of anguish under the heel of the powers that be have been heard! As we speak, knights of old, new, and everywhere in between have amassed, and each have specific plans in order to not only get rid of the evil that plagues our land, but give us that glimmer of hope during a dark time, let us see something other than darkness, and remind us that if we just keep going, keep fighting, we’ll eventually reach our silver lining.

The Legion pops once more as Belle waves a finger, sitting down in her chair.

Belle Silva: Oh! But Legion! I’m not finished and this brings us right around to why I’m out here to begin with. Without further ado, I present to everyone one such glimmer of light in these dark times, a soldier that since making his debut has set out to prove himself to be a force, and has done just that. Ladies, gentlemen, kids, and everyone in between, I give to you now, “The Raven” Matt Knox!

“Overcome” by Creed rips through the house speakers as Matt Knox steps out onto the stage to the approving applause of the legion. He wears a smile that deceives the laser focused look in his eyes. He is dressed in his ring gear, sleeveless hoodie and his face is adorned in the face paint. He makes his way down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and walking straight up to Belle.

He snatches her wrist, raising her microphone to his own lips and speaking very plainly

Matt Knox: You’re one of the glimmers too, kid.

Belle blushes slightly and moves to sit back down, Knox taking her lead and grabbing the microphone set to the side for him. Still blushing, Belle waits for The Legion to settle down before opening.

Belle Silva: Thank you Matt, for everything.

She smiles over at him before continuing.

Belle Silva: Since joining, you’ve really been like, a beacon in a dark sky; signalling for change. You got off to a slow start, but then suddenly you found Adrienne. Then Silvio, and all of a sudden you’re this charismatic talent seeking out the biggest of challenges in order to become just… Better. Can you tell us all what that journey has been like?

Matt Knox: You forgot Mitch..hah..but. I appreciate the compliments, truly I do. God knows, I need all the confidence I can get going into a match with JC and Amber Ryan. But on The Set...I see myself as the guy who's seen it and can recognize the horseshit. Bad booking. Bad management- which, we have now- etcetera. I'm pushing 40. Im a wreck. But if I can help make this place great for Mitch, Sil, Levi and all the young talent in the time I got left? Who could say no?

Belle nods her approval as the crowd roars their’s.

Belle Silva: I’d say that’s a great goal to have. Now, you mentioned your match tonight against Amber Ryan and JC with a shot at our current World Champion on the line; is that going to be your focus going forward from Chaos 100, or do you have any other goals and aspirations to accomplish outside Carnage’s, “biggest prize of all?”

Matthew considers a moment, before raising the mic to his lips.

Matt Knox: I remember Adrienne told me once, about another star here treating their world title aspirations as just another addiction replacing the old ones. Very poignant. I think, if you're not after that belt you're in the wrong game. Long term? I don't like dealing in it anymore. One show at a time. And this show? It's all about getting a shot to be the one to send Ken the way of the Dinosaurs.

Matthew chuckles a bit.

Matt Knox: How's that for a non answer?

Belle laughs lightly with the crowd.

Belle Silva: Fair enough I guess; but let me ask you this; what means more to you right now, that world title picture or cementing your place on the Carnage roster?

Matthew pays her a look and a Cheshire grin.

Matt Knox: No wonder you're lead reporter. My place on the roster gets cemented with that title. It's a bed I made, and have slept in since getting here. I have no fondness or aspirations for any other title. I've held every mid card title there is to hold in the business. I'm past them, they aren't me. They're stepping stones for the up and comers. I've alre--

He pauses.

Matt Knox: That woulda been a hell of a soundbite, huh?

Belle nods.

Belle Silva: So the World Title is in your sights, but if you don’t mind me getting hypothetical for a moment, what happens if you come up short? Do you lie in the shadows and wait for your next opportunity, or do you have a different plan?

Matthew's grin fades a bit, and he remains silent for a beat, before raising the microphone.

Matt Knox: I guess we'll have to wait and see. I don't have an answer for that.

Belle shrugs and smiles reassuringly.

Belle Silva: No one knows the future, unless we start getting into Silvio's realm of things.

She smiles at the awkward attempt at humor but powers forward. She takes a deep breath as she gets into her next subject.

Belle Silva: So let's move on, because unfortunately the the World Title picture isn't the only thing on your plate is it?

Belle shifts in her seat uncomfortably, knowing full well what can of worms she was opening.
Matt considers for a moment, before giving a slight shrug.

Matt Knox: Our boss, Alex Winter? I don’t think about them as much as I'm sure they think about me, and the rest of us ne’er do wells. I mean. I’ve got a chance to become World Champion! What the hell can C$J do to me, then that won’t hurt his bottom line? And hear this now, C$J. If I win the world title, I decide when It’s defended. Not you, not the board. If I want it, or the legion wants it? It happens. As for Alex, Kat, Ryker, Seven, that guy who attacked Steve and his girlfriend? Well…

Knox gives a mischievous half smile

Matt Knox: People like C$J, they sure do like to collect small, yapping pets don’t they?

The Legion of course pops for Knox and Belle can't help but applaud as well. The crowd settles and Belle gives Knox a warm smile.

Belle Silva: That's about all the time we have for this edition of Beyond the Bell, Matt, as always thank you so much for joining me, and everything you've done and continue to do. Any last words before we close?

Matt raises the mic to his mouth, but before he can respond, "Money" by Pink Floyd plays and Belle's face loses all color as C$J comes strutting out to the stage alone. Knox stands and whips around to face one of the most despised men Carnage has to offer.

C$J: It's funny you should word it that way Belle, because if anyone thought that I was done, I'm afraid to inform you that you are sadly mistaken. Tweeder might have added more sanctions against me, made my job more difficult to do, but you know what? No job worth doing is an easy one, right?

C$J smirks as Knox holds the ropes open, urging the principle owner of Carnage Wrestling to come down and discuss things.

C$J: No Matthew, I know you want me down there to display your physical prowess over me, and I get it, you enjoy beating up the smaller man. The guy that stands up to you, but you're able to squash under the heel of your boot. Nevermind what happens when you do after the people who are bigger than you, the ideals, bigger than you…

He trails off as a confidant smirk flitters across his face.

C$J: Tell you what though Knox, you've earned this shot you have tonight. By hook or crook, you managed to put yourself in this position and all I can say is that it was a job well done. So well done in fact, that I wish you nothing but the best of luck in your match tonight. I'll do you one better and say that I'm pulling for you, hoping that you actually win. Hell, I'll trump that and say that I even hope that you go so far as to take that title from Ken Davison.

I want you to do all these things Knox and I want you to do them with one eye over your shoulder looking out for what I have up my sleeve. You will know it when it comes, but only I know when that will be. Moving forward from this moment, I want you to only hear a few words echo through that empty head of yours, "damned if you do, damned if you don't." Good luck out there tonight, I'm rooting for you…

He winks up to Knox and falls silent. Matthew leans on the top rope, staring up at C$J on the ramp. He shakes his head and backs up toward Belle, shifting his focus on the audience and keeping an eye for any surprise horseshit. C$J only smiles lightly.

C$J: Oh don’t worry. Any further attacks on Ms. Silva will be handled like I am presently handling you Mr. Knox. If she continues attaching herself to destructive forces, she WILL find herself losing out on being “The Voice of Carnage,” and instead become, “The Voice of the Unemployment Line!”

His voice is a menacing growl as “Money” by Pink Floyd picks back up again as Knox and C$J give each other death glares.

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Terra Skye: Well, things just keep getting more and more interesting don't they?

Johnny Vegas: KNOX SHOULD BE SHOT... OR FIRED! SHOT AND FIRED!

Terra Skye: Or, you know.. our boss is an ass. But you know, that can't possibly be true.

Johnny Vegas: Exactly!

Boy: FAT MAN HOSTILITY!

Terra Skye: Well, I don't know that any of this is going to end well for Christopher St. James, but that's just me. Anyway, it looks like our next match is ready to get underway... And this one is going to be intense.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK YOU KYRA!!!!



Mac and Mitch start the match, Kyra and Jack staring at each other from across the ring, Kyra's bitterness practically shooting lasers at her former fiance. However, the action starts off quick as Mitch rushes in to take Mac Bane down with a spear but Mac catches the smaller, younger man and tosses him across the ring. Mitch looks stunned as Mac flexes, and waves him to come back for more. Mitch gets to his feet and steps up to Mac who signals for a lock up

Johnny Vegas: This’ll be good.

Terra Skye: For once, I wholly agree.

Boy: VERY CAUTIOUSLY!

Tentatively, Mitch locks up with Mac and instantly, Mac manages to overcome Mitch, using superior strength and leverage he drives Mitch into a corner, before backing off and paying Mitch a pat on the shoulder. However, he leaves himself open for Mitch to explode out of the corner with a hard lariat! He then sets to stomping a mudhole into Mac Bane, holding onto the top rope for leverage!

Terra Skye: And here’s where Mitch Heart shines! Flat out, ugly as sin violence

Johnny Vegas: Ugly like your mama! HAH!

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE

Terra Skye: ....

The ref manages to get Mitch off of Mac, who is on his feet and on Mitch in an instant! The two trade rights and lefts in the center of the ring as the ref loses control, and so does the legion! Mitch, for giving up such a size advantage stands toe to toe with the cowboy, going blow for blow! However, Kyra Johnson appears to have become bored with the display as she charges in, and chop blocks Mac Bane before being wrangled back to her corner. Not one to turn down an opportunity, Mitch drops Mac with a shortfall DDT and goes for the pin!

Terra Skye: Mitch Heart spikes Mac’s head into the mat, he’s going for the win!


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TWO!!!

Jack Michaels breaks it up, rushing in and driving a boot into the back of Mitch’s head! He heads back to his corner, content with glaring at Kyra for a moment before The Cowboy tags The Blast in! Jack comes in like a house on fire, clotheslining Mitch Heart! Mitch pops up but Jack nails him again! Jack bounces off the ropes, and hits Mitch with a knee drop before mounting the younger man and bashing him in the face with forearms as Mitch does his best to cover up!

Johnny Vegas: That’s right, show this fuckin punk what fighting is, Jack!!

Terra Skye: I wouldn’t underestimate the kid that much, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: I’m sorry. I’ll definitely side with the Detroit street fighter over the pro boxer in a fight. Just for you, Skye. Dumbass.

Mitch manages to buck Jack off, and scrambles to his feet. He squares up, and Jack looks amused as he raises his own dukes, taking a much more professional stance. And with that, ti’s on as the two begin trading punches in the center of the ring. Michaels hitting at a higher rate with more technical and planned blows while Mitch attacks like a wild animal. Jack catches Mitch on the chin though, causing the young man to stumble. But he fires back with a battle cry and a Heart Punch! The Heartbreaker!

Terra Skye: Mitch has stunned Jack Michaels!

Johnny Vegas: Shake it Jack, come on!!

Worn out, Mitch dives and tags in Kyra who rushes in and instantly floors Jack with a dropkick to the back of his head. She then leaps on his back and begins raining down rights and lefts to the back of Jack Michael’s skull as the legion boos! She pulls Jack up, dropping him with a hard DDT. She feverishly pulls Jack back up for another one, but he takes a wide base and counters with a northern lights suplex! Jack then gets vertical and quickly tags Mac in.

Terra Skye: Kyra Johnson coming in like a meteor, but Jack Manages to fight her off and get Mac back into the fold!

Johnny Vegas: She never had Jack shook. Talentless, putrid bitch!

Terra Skye: I'd beg to differ... Jack got out of there awful quick.

Boy: SMELLY TEETH!

Mac steps in and charges in with a clothesline, but Kyra ducks it and takes Mac down with a neckbreaker! She then backs up, stalking Mac before bouncing off the ropes and nailing the cowboy with a running superkick! She pulls Mac up, feeling satisfied she goes over and tags Mitch Heart in. She says something to him, before whipping Mac into the ropes, and joining Mitch in a double shoulder tackle!

Terra Skye: Teamwork by Kyra and the man who wants her title!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck them both, but fuck her more!

Boy: F IS FOR FRIENDSHIP FISH AND FUCKIN

Mitch pulls Mac vertical as Kyra launches herself at Jack Michaels with an enraged scream, taking the both of them off the apron and to the floor on the outside. Mitch goes for another heartbreaker, but Mac Bane catches Mitch’s fist, and throws him away. He goes to nail Mitch with a shortened version of The Standard but Mitch ducks! He then snatches Mac and nails Fall of the Broken! He rolls Mac over and pins him, hooking the leg as Kyra and Jack starting getting to their feet on the outside.

Terra Skye: Fall of the Broken! He’s got the leg hooked!

Johnny Vegas: Jack! Get up, son!

Before Mitch can go for the pin, the legion has come alive in a mix of cheers and terrified screams as the Lab Rat King has started making his way through the crowd! He steps over the railing and instantly takes Kyra and Jack Michaels down with a double clothesline on the outside! The ref shouts at Zane to leave but he responds by yanking the ref out and lifting him in a gorilla press slam, throwing him into the audience! Zane then slides into the ring and takes Mitch out with a chokeslam! He lifts Mac Bane up, and nails him with the Empty, Hollow, Thud!

Terra Skye: JESUS CHRIST! What in the hell?!



He then yells at Kelly Carmichael.

Lab Rat King: GIMME THAT MIC OR I’LL SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR GULLET SO YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO STOP SCREAMING!!

...who gives him a mic. He begins pacing around the ring, holding the microphone with both hands - casting intense stares at everyone whom he'd taken out.

Lab Rat King: I’M SSSSSICK OF WAITING! WAIT, WAIT, WAITING, WAIT, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK--I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! MY MIND IS ON FIRE AND I’M BURNING IN THIS FAMINE, THIS FRRRRRENZY BUILDING UP IN MY BONES WITH NOWHERE TO GO! THE VOID BETWEEN THESE VAULTS OF VIOLENCE ARE TEARING ME APART. MY HANDS ARE ACHING, MY BONES ARE CREAKING, MY TEETH ARE GRINDING--I’M ABOUT TO CHEW THROUGH MY CHAINS FOR AN UNCHASTE TASTE!!!

Mitch and Mac are starting to stir on the inside of the ring, while Kyra and Jack stand on opposite sides of the floor. Kyra stares up at the big man, shaking her head as she begins walking towards the entrance ramp, holding her UV title belt in her hand.

Lab Rat King: DON’T LOOK AWAY--DON’T YOU DARE. LOOK INTO MY EYES AND SEE WHAT I’VE SEEN!! I WAS BORN FROM THE AGONY, SCULPTED BY BLOODY BLOWS, THROWN TO THE WOLVES FROM THE MOUTH OF HELL--I’VE FOUGHT MY WAY OUT OF CAGE AFTER CAGE AFTER CAGE AFTER CAGE--WHERE IS MY LLLLLLOVELY LEATHER? THE CHROME SKULL I DESERVE TO FEEL UNDER MY FANGS? IT’S MINE! MINE! MINE!!!

After he speaks those words, Kyra stops and turns back - Looking down at her title belt and then back at Lab Rat King, and finally over at Mitch Heart who's now standing on the ring apron, looking between King and Kyra.

Lab Rat King: I ALREADY WEAR THE CROWN--SO FEAST YOUR BLEEDING EYES ON YOUR LAB! RAT! KING!! YOUR MONARCH OF ULTRAVIOLENCE! COME FOR MY BLOOD IF YOUR GUTS SING FOR IT BUT KNOW THAT I WILL TEAR YOU IN HALF TO MAKE IT TO THE TOP OF THIS PILE OF CORPSES AND I’LL USE YOUR SSSSSPINES AS MY SSSSSTEPLADDER. NONE OF YOU BELEAGUERED BEASTS KNOW TRUE VIOLENCE--BUT TRY AGAINST ME FOR THE DESERVED TITLE AND I’LL GIVE YOU A TASTE.

Lab Rat King: I CAN’T WAIT TO GNAW THAT CORROSIVE CHROME FROM YOUR COLD FINGERS.

Kyra begins saying something, walking back up to the ring holding the UV title up but what she doesn't expect is for King to drop to his knees above her in the ring, his eyes wide with rage as he reaches out and grabs the Ultraviolent Championship and bites it! Kyra's eyes widen for a split moment as he gnaws on it for a few seconds before spitting it out.

Johnny Vegas: I hope he murders them.

Terra Skye: Well.. That was an interesting turn of events. It's a damn shame that we aren't going to get a definitive result to this match up here tonight but now.. Lab Rat King, well... Lab Rat King has apparently made his goal known. He wants that UV title that Mitch Heart wants.

Johnny Vegas: Him and Mitch about killed one another last time... So let's fucking do this.

Terra Skye: Right.. but he literally ruined this match. He shouldn't be given a title shot for that! What a shame. I was enjoying what I was seeing out of Mac Bane and Jack Michaels as a tag team. If they continue working together, they're going to be a force to be reckoned with.

Johnny Vegas: Well fucking DUH.

Boy: RICKY BOBBY!

Johnny Vegas: Jack is THE MAN... And FUCK ANYONE WHO DOESN'T THINK SO!

Terra Skye: Well let's take a few moments to digest this and we'll be back shortly folks!

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We fade in backstage to see a CW cameraperson checking in Trent Steel whose in an isolated room in the arena. He's currently painting his face white with his facepaint as we come in. He's shirtless and oddly, each fingernail a different color, has his fingernails painted.

Trent Steel: Aren't they pretty? My daughter...she use to love when she'd paint my nails when she was little. I learned how to do it cause she wanted me to do them sometimes for her. I miss my daughter. I miss my sons. I miss...everyone really. I mean look at what we have here. We have Carnage Wrestling. It's sad. It's the only thing I have left. And this title is the last thing my children got to hold before I left that night. That night. Carnage One Hundred. A great night for us all right? I had a wonderful match and I was looking forward to fighting Steve Matthews this week, and everything since that fight with Tweeder has been a blur. I...I think I might be losing my mind a bit. What day is it? What hour is it? It doesn't matter. None of it matters. I'd give it all up to hold my children again. No one deserves to feel this broken...this bent...this...this is me now.

Trent reaches over and dabs his paint brush into the black corpse paint and starts making an "X" right in the center of his face.

Trent Steel: The Sterner Stuff is shattered...Let's hope we all enjoy...what befalls this damned man. I'd get out of here if I were you. I'm not stable anymore...

Trent puts down the brush and looks at his fingernails again. Admiring his work. Admiring the little bit of control he has left. Over in the corner we zoom in on the "Chaos Title" belt. A harbinger of madness to come.

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Terra Skye: Oh lord... Trent's not well.

Johnny Vegas: When has he ev--

Terra Skye: You're not doing this tonight, remember?

Johnny Vegas: Yeah... I remember. Fuck. Dude shouldn't even be here... Like at all but especially not tonight.

Boy: Drinking games.

Terra Skye: I hope he's going to be okay... But something tells me he's not. Steve Matthews better look out. But Ken and Adrienne are out here now, so let's focus on this next match.



Levi and Davison instantly meet in the middle of the ring and begin circling one another. Levi looking determined and cautious, while Ken looks supremely confident. They go for a lock up and Ken instantly locks in an armbar, kicking Levi’s leg out from under her and cinching the move in tighter. Levi reaches for the ropes but Ken tweaks the arm harder, causing Adrienne to retract and claw at his grip. With one more effort, she does get to the ropes and Ken releases her, a smug smile on his face.

Terra Skye: Davison showing off his prowess and experience right off the bat.

Johnny Vegas: Fuck him and his prowess.

Adrienne shakes her arm, regaining her composure as she signals for another lockup. Ken shrugs, and begins circling with her once more. They go to lock up, and this time Ken gets her pretty quickly into a side headlock. Adrienne struggles for a moment, Ken’s face maintaining it’s smugness until Adrienne suddenly steps into the back of Ken’s knee, slipping the head lock and nailing him with a quick snapmare and dropkick to the back of the head!

Terra Skye: And the Baltimore City Champion answers in kind!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck her and her kind.

Terra Skye: ...Really?!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT? I can't stop making fun of EVERYONE.. That would kill me.

Boy: CHEESEBURGERS ARE ALREADY DOING THAT!

Johnny Vegas: HEY!

Ken gets to his knees quickly, staring at Adrienne as he checks the back of his head. He gets to his feet clapping and nodding in a show of surprising respect. He signals for a third lock up which Adrienne takes cautiously, reaching out to lock up but Davison nails her with a kick to the midsection! He then nails her with a northern lights suplex and bridges it, going for the win!

Terra Skye: And Ken bridges it into a pin!

Boy: TERABITHIA


ONE!


TWO!

Kickout! Ken checks with the ref, before shaking his head and getting to his feet, pulling Adrienne up roughly with him. He then catches her in a Muay Thai Plum and begins bashing Adrienne’s midsection with knee strikes, backing her into a corner and continuing the knee strikes until the ref’s count reaches four. He then circles away, before turning and charging at Adrienne, leaping to nail her with a splash in the corner but she evades! Ken’s full weight crashes into the corner, and Adrienne rolls him up with a pin attempt!

Johnny Vegas: MAKE THAT BASTARD EAT IT, LOSER!

Boy: LIKE DEEP FRIED RICE

Terra Skye: ...Dear Lord help me.


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TWO!!

Ken kicks out, and immediately rolls away from Adrienne. Adrienne gets up but is taken down by Ken with a vicious spear! He then lifts Adrienne up, before lifting her up to nail a chokeslam but Adrienne reverses, getting free and nailing Ken with a bulldog! She then waits for him to get up and runs to the ropes, propelling off and going for the levity but Ken manages to throw her off!

Terra Skye: Great reversal by the champ!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck him and his reversal!

Boy: TWIST IT! BOP IT!

Ken goes to snatch Levi up, he gets her to one knee before letting go of her hair and staring at her with a condescending sneer. He moves to pull her to her feet but Adrienne snatches him in a roll up! Ken kicks wildly as Ref Jeff drops down to make the count!

Johnny Vegas: HELL YEAH LOSER KID!

Terra Skye: She IS a champion, you know..


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TWO!!


THREE!!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, Baltimore’s Champion, Adrienne Levi!!

Terra Skye: Holy shit! She did it!

Johnny Vegas: I'll be damned.. She didn't fuck it up.

Terra Skye: Ken fought a good, albeit cocky fight... And Adrienne might have caught him with a roll up, but she still beat our world champ!

“Don’t Close Your Eye” fills the arena once again as the referee raises Adrienne’s hand. The Carnage Legion showers her with cheers and she slides out of the ring and celebrates. Ken sits up in the ring with a look of disbelief on his face. Still, he looks over at Levi on the outside and slowly claps in her general direction. We see Alex Winter slide into the ring behind Davison, who catches him out of the corner of his eye and jumps to his feet, immediately taking a defensive position.

Terra Skye: Oh lord... what now.

Winter puts his hands up, indicating that he’s not there to challenge Davison. Alex starts talking, and Ken slowly lets his guard down. Winter points at himself, then to Davison causing Ken to nod his head, seemingly in approval. Davison motions with his hand to the outside of the ring and Winter begins walking off. Davison slowly reaches down and picks up his title, never taking his eyes off Winter as he follows behind him.

Terra Skye: Well I didn't like the look of that.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah.. Me either. WHAT THE FUCK. But hey, at least Loser girl won and made me happy for the first time tonight! GREAT JOB NOT LOSING!

Terra Skye: Ugh, we'll be back in a few.

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We cut to the backstage area, where we see Alex Winter and “Godly” Ken Davison standing across from one another.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Alright, Winter. You’ve got my attention. Now, tell me what you want.

Alex Winter: What do you say about "Godly" Ken Davison, and "The Venomous Bastard" Alex Winter fighting Mac Bane and Amber?

“Godly” Ken Davison: You have my attention. But, exactly why would I help you when I could just as easily ask Kyra? Mind you, I’m not against the idea. I just need a reason.

Alex Winter: You don't have to help me. I could ask anyone of The Wild Cards. As much as I'd enjoy watching Kyra and you beat down on them, I'd rather get front row action.

“Godly” Ken Davison: You realize that there is absolutely no motivation for me to take you up on this offer. I've obviously beaten Amber and the last time I stood across the ring from Mac, I put him through a flaming, barbed wire table.

Before Winter can respond, Davison puts his hand up to stop Alex from interrupting.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Be that as it may, I tire of hearing everyone doubt me. I want to beat the best and like them or not, they are two of the best Carnage has to offer. Go to C$J and get the match made, Chaos 103 or 104. I'm busy next show.

Alex Winter: It hurts me to say it but yes, Mac and Amber are two of the best. They also hate me, and I hate them. What better way than showing the doubters I can stand tall in the ring, especially with three of the best Carnage have to offer.

That slippery smirk of his appears on his face.

Alex Winter: I'll make sure to go to C$J and get that match made. I have a lot to prove, and I appreciate that you're willing to do this.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Just remember what I said to Adrienne. “I am giving you a chance to stand across the ring with greatness. It’s up to you to show the world that you belong there.”

Alex Winter: I know that's where I belong, it's just a shame people aren't listening, so it's time to make them. Starting with Mac and Amber, I will prove that with enough venom, I can put anyone down. Thanks again to agreeing to this, I'll see you out there, I'll go speak with C$J to make the match.

With that done, Alex nods his head towards Ken before heading off to C$J's office.

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Johnny Vegas: GOD DAMNIT! FUCK ALEX WINTER!

Terra Skye: Hahaha... You just can't win tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Right? Even when I win, I lose... This night sucks.

Terra Skye: Well, our semi-main event tonight features a triple threat match to determine the #1 contendership to the Carnage World Championship, featuring three of the most entertaining and dangerous wrestlers in Carnage Wrestling.

Johnny Vegas: JC and Matt Knox and Amber Ryan, oh my! I have no idea what's in store for this one. Except pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Terra Skye: Time to do the honors, Boy.

Boy: SPEAKING BACKWARDS!



Ref Jeff removes himself from the middle of the three competitors as the fans in attendance come unglued. The electricity between three of Carnage’s most infamous, and outspoken members of the locker room begins to reach a crescendo as they look between one another. JC flares his nostrils, shifting his weight. Knox’s face breaks into a grin as he makes some comment to the other two, Amber just rolls her shoulders, deathly serious and focused.

And in an instant, all three make their move! JC charges forward and goes to nail Amber with the Big Boot of Death, but Knox catches him in the chin with a superkick that levels the big man! But just as he connects, Amber has dived in and nails Knox with a superman punch that pushes him into the ropes! Amber stays on him, digging into his midsection with rights and lefts!

Terra Skye: Early on, JC goes for it all but it looks like both of his opponents were prepared. These three are going to be sore when this is through.

Knox snatches Amber in a Muay Thai Plum then, and begins bashing her midsection with his knees! But he only gets a couple shots in as a very angry JC snatches him around the waist and nails him with a German suplex! Knox’s knees catch Amber on the chin as he’s lifted, knocking her into the ropes!

JC takes advantage of Amber being dazed and leaps onto Knox, trying to lock in The Beginning of the End, but Matthew snatches onto the bottom rope, causing Ref Jeff to dive in and break it up! Frustrated, JC grabs Knox by both his ankles and yanks him away from the ropes, releasing him and letting him flop face first on the mat. He moves to attack again, but Amber Ryan has recovered and takes JC down with a chop block! She then stands up and nails JC in the face with a leaping knee strike, before mounting him and raining down forearms.

Terra Skye: This is breaking down real quick!

Johnny Vegas: Well no shit, Sherlock!

Suddenly, Knox is up and takes advantage of the situation, sneaking up behind Amber he locks in The Mercy! Knox has it locked in tight! But before Amber can even think of tapping out, JC hauls her up onto his shoulder while Matt Knox is still holding her, causing Matt Knox to get lifted up off his feet and onto JC's shoulders as well! JC delivers a Spinebuster to both his opponents! Amber Ryan goes crashing down on top of Matt Knox, breaking the hold!

Johnny Vegas: Quote the Raven: SPLAT!

Terra Skye: An incredible show of pure power by the big man JC!

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE! EVARG SREHTOM!

Johnny Vegas: Wait, what?

JC hauls both of his opponents up to their feet, then sandwiches Matt Knox between himself and Amber Ryan! JC hits a German Suplex while holding both of his opponents! Once again Amber's full body weight just comes crashing down onto Matt Knox! And JC's not done! He picks up Matt Knox for a Gorilla Press Slam and looks to toss him over the top rope! But Matt kicks his legs, hammers down fists on JC's head, and JC loses his grip!

Matt Knox lands on the apron outside of the ring, grabbing a headlock on his way down! Both men struggle for positioning, punching each other in the ribs! JC lifts Matt Knox up for a Suplex... but Matt Knox fires down a knee onto JC's head while he's upside-down! Matt Knox lands back on the outside of the apron! And now Matt Knox lifts JC up for a Suplex! And Amber Ryan spears Matt Knox through the ropes to the outside as Matt Knox suplexes JC out of the ring!

Johnny Vegas: Quote the Raven: my ribs are broke!

Terra Skye: Please tell me you don't plan to do that the entire match.

Johnny Vegas: I'll knock it off, but only because I don't repeat myself. Ever. I don't. Repeat myself, I mean. So I don't do it. Ever. I'm talking about repeating myself. I just don't do it.

Terra Skye: Just when I thought you couldn't possibly annoy me more than you already do.

Boy: SDNEIRF HTIW SEMIT NUF YRACS GNIVAH SEKIL OHW ENOYNA OT TI DNEMMOCER I DNA NUF FO TOL A S'TI!!! YLTNECER AIBOHPOMSAHP FO TOL A GNIYALP NEEB EV'I!!!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Amber Ryan rolls Matt Knox into the ring as JC recuperates on the outside. Ryan shoves Knox into a corner, where she peppers him with dirty boxing strikes, ending an impressive flurry with a spinning backfist to the side of Knox's head. With Knox momentarily dazed in the corner, Ryan sprints to the center of the ring and then charges at her opponent, hitting Knox with a Yakuza Kick! Knox is floored, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Amber Ryan runs back to the center of the ring and again charges forward, this time catching Knox with a Running Knee! She quickly grabs Knox and pushes him to the center of the ring and goes for the pin and the win!


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KICKOUT!

Matt Knox kicks out at two and a half! Ryan shows her frustration, but only for a split second. She stomps the mat, getting a strong crowd reaction, waiting for Matt Knox to rise. When he does, Amber runs up the turnbuckles, twists, and flies at Matt Knox, attempting a Tornado DDT! But Matt Knox tosses her right to the outside! And right into the arms of JC! JC catches Amber Ryan and powerslams her right onto the unforgiving mats on the outside of the ring! Amber Ryan rolls in pain, clutching her back, as JC gets back into the ring and stares down Matt Knox!

Johnny Vegas: And just like that Ryan is out and JC is back in!

Terra Skye: JC continues to show his amazing strength, but Knox is also showing the toughness that got him a #1 contender's match!

Boy: RAEY GNIKCUF DIPUTS SIHT HTIW ENOD OS MA I!!! TEY REVO 0202 SI?

JC and Matt Knox lock up in the center of the ring, fighting for position as the fans cheer. All of a sudden, JC lets loose a vicious knee to Knox's torso, and Knox doubles over in pain. JC sets Matt Knox up for a Powerbomb... but Matt Knox escapes out the back and hits JC with a Neckbreaker! Matt Knox bounces back up to his feet, still holding JC by the neck, forcing JC up as well, and Matt Knox twists, turns, and goes from a Neckbreaker position to a Front Facelock position! Matt Knox then hooks JC's arms and blasts him with a Double Underhook DDT! JC is down and out in the center of the ring and Matt Knox heads to the top rope!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like The Raven is going to fly!

Matt Knox measures his opponent, says a silent word to himself, and vaults off the top rope with an amazing Shooting Star Press! And at the last second, Amber Ryan rushes into the ring! Matt Knox lands on top of JC with a Shooting Star Press while Amber Ryan hits Matt Knox with an Ace Crusher as he lands! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" as Amber Ryan rolls Matt Knox off of JC and pins the big man!


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TWO!!


And JC gets the shoulder up!

Terra Skye: What an incredible maneuver by Amber Ryan! That type of pinpoint precision and quick timing is what made her a Carnage World Champion!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah! Go Ryan! And call me! Please! I miss you!

Boy: KCEHC NI SCITANUL SU FO LLA GNIPEEK DNA REHTEGOT LLA SIHT GNITTUP ROF SBAB OT EVOL HCUM DNA TCEPSER HCUM!!!!! NIAGA DAEH DEF A EB REVE LL'I KNIHT T'NOD I GNITIRW HCTAM YOJNE I SA HCUM SA!!!!

Terra Skye: Boy's scaring me at this point.

Amber Ryan pounds the mat in frustration, and hauls JC up to his feet, momentarily oblivious to Matt Knox climbing the top rope. Amber Ryan puts JC into position for "Sawdust in the Blood"! JC struggles against it, but ultimately fails, and he's hauled up for Amber Ryan's version of the Vertebreaker! And Matt Knox leaps off the top rope, nailing JC with a vicious Double Foot Stomp as Amber Ryan delivers her signature maneuver, adding even more force to "Sawdust in the Blood" and spiking JC hard into the mat!

Johnny Vegas: Holy hell! Somebody get a spine surgeon on standby! Tell him or her that he or she is in for a busy night!

Amber Ryan leaps up to her feet, right in time to catch a huge Diving Lariat by Matt Knox! Matt Knox then quickly gets Amber Ryan to her feet and sets her up for his own version of The Vertebreaker, "The Murder"! Amber Ryan is hauled up... but she reverses, landing on her feet, still holding the position, and lifts Matt Knox up! Amber Ryan reverses Matt Knox's Vertebreaker into a Vertebreaker of her own! She nails Matt Knox with "Sawdust in the Blood" and goes for the pin as the fans cheer!

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TWO!!


NO!!!!!!!

JC dives into the ring with an elbow to the back of Amber's neck. 

Terra Skye: JC saves the match for himself!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, I doubt he gives a damn about Matt's well being here. One pinfall wins it and JC doesn't want to go home empty.

JC grabs handful of Amber's hair and tosses her head first between the second and third rope. That bit of delay allows for The Raven to lay out JC with a wellplaced forearm to the back of the head. Swinging him, he front facelocks JC for a DDT but JC blocks and shoulders Matt into the nearest turnbuckle corner. He drives his shoulder into Matt's midsection three times before allowing him stumble out. He cinches in a belly to belly but Matt drives the point of his elbow into JC's shoulder.

The two big man tussle back and forth unbeknownst to Amber on the top turnbuckle ...she leaps off and takes down both of the giants with a double clothesline!! She kips to her feet, tripping up a charging JC with a drop toe hold! His throat goes into the second rope!

She ducks a Knox clothesline, spins around, and then drops him with The Calling Card. She slings an arm over his chest for the cover.


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TWO!!


MATT KNOX JUST BARELY ROLLS HIS SHOULDER UP BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!!


Johnny Vegas: And just how in the hell did he manage to do that?!

Terra Skye: Somehow, someway, Matt Knox found the will to live on and push past his limits! This match to determine the next challenger to the Carnage World Championship continues!

Boy: ELPOEP!!

Amber Ryan pounds the mat in frustration and gets up, waiting for her opponent to rise! When Matt Knox gets to his feet, Ryan puts him into position for her finisher, Original Sin! But a giant boot comes flying at her face! JC hits Amber Ryan with his finisher, "The Big Boot of Death", knocking her clean out as well as knocking her out of the ring! JC turns around, measures Matt Knox, and hits the "Big Boot of Death" to Matt Knox as well! JC goes for the pin and the win!


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!

The arena comes unglued, the fans giving all three competitors a standing ovation as the match comes to a close and Kelly Carmichael makes it official!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner... AND NEW #1 CONTENDER TO THE CARNAGE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP..."THE ANSWERRRRR" JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ CCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!

Johnny Vegas: He did it! JC actually pulled it off! I'll be damned.

JC gets his hand raised in victory. His expression is unmoving. The only signal he makes is a hand gesture around his waist. Knox, just coming to, is distraught at coming up short. Amber, on the outside looking in, slinks to the back as the match result is made official.

Terra Skye: JC's comeback may soon come full circle! As Chaos 102, JC may very well become Carnage World Champion!

Johnny Vegas: Eh, fuck him.

Terra Skye: It's gotta be tough for Matt and Amber having gotten this far, only to not end up facing Ken at Chaos 102... But I have it on good authority that whoever walks out of Chaos 102 as the world champ, be it JC or Ken Davison.. They'll be fighting at Ultimate Carnage 6 against someone that we'll find out soon.

Johnny Vegas: Eh...

Terra Skye: You're grumpy and tired, aren't you?

Johnny Vegas: I'm always grumpy and tired.

Boy: PLEEP!

Terra Skye: We'll be back in a few for our main event!

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Moving gingerly and with duffel bag slung across her shoulder, Amber Ryan, like many of the Carnage faithful, is making her move to leave the arena albeit slowly and still a little dazed from the three way match. Her thick tresses of red are pulled into a messy ponytail if only to be just out of her face and her converses somehow clinging on despite the fact they weren’t even tied up.

Every night in Carnage as a rough one, even rougher when you were alone it seemed.

That's when "The Venomous Bastard" Alex Winter who was lurking around spots Amber and a sadistic smirk appears on his face. Alex was actually alone, and stalking her like a serpent would his prey, he was slithering in a snake like manner as he got closer, then stopped still with the sadistic smirk on his face.

Alex Winter: I knew I'd find you eventually. Just know I wanted you to see the venom that was coming your way.

Amber groaned at the sound of his voice, that dread vocalized obnoxiously as though the night couldn’t end any worse than having to interact with Lord Douchebag himself. Alex stood there waiting for her to face him. His eyes fixated on her, anticipating her reaction.
Dropping her duffel bag off her shoulder with a thud almost resignedly, Amber cleared her throat and clenched her fist.

Amber Ryan: Do you try to chat up all women like that, or just the pretty ones...

No end to the sarcasm, Amber squared up to Winter very obviously unimpressed and presumably just ready to leave for the night.

Alex Winter: Chat you up? You'd be so lucky, I wouldn't lower my standards to do such a thing, I have a higher standard.

Amber Ryan: No, what you have is a multitude of STD’s and a severe lack of anything resembling personality or talent. Now if we’re done with the Alex Winter roast- I’ve got places to be… which is basically anywhere you are not.

Alex Winter: STD's? You are funny. I'm not from Texas and I certainly don't sleep around with harlots like you. I'm committed to one woman who is worthy and of a higher standard than you'll ever be. Roast is over as you call it, it's time for dessert, a good ol' beat down. 

Winking at Amber, Alex closes the distance faster than Amber can anticipate, lining her up for a presumed clothes line that she prepares to meet with a stiff kick to the gut- however Alex pulls up short as Amber plants her foot, committed to the stance even though she hasn’t brought her leg through for the strike. Instead, cockily, Alex rakes viciously at her eyes with an evil smirk- Amber staggers back momentarily blinded and swinging for the fences in hopes she might catch him with a wild hook, he evades and stays just outside of range until the opportunity arises.

Ducking another left, Alex shoves Amber as hard as he physically can into a nearby wall where she crashes side first- the side of her head cracking against the surface, her body jarring on impact before crumbling to the floor.

Trying to shake out the cobwebs, Amber catches Winter with a punch to the side of the knee but between the exhaustion still stemming from the earlier match and the dirty tactics already having taken their toll, it slows Alex briefly but not enough that she might get an extra breath to recover.

Sizing her up, Alex moves in for the exposed ankle, the same still taped from all the way back in the GKD World title match, the same one shielded and favoured cause Amber’s sheer stubbornness wouldn;t let her stop for long enough to recover properly. The same one now wearing a big red bullseye for Alex Winter to hone in on…

Snatching up the ankle, Alex goes to cinch in an ankle lock as Amber scramble realizing the sudden peril- however heavy footsteps and a familiar voice seems to have been attracted by the commotion and as quickly as Winter had zeroes in on the ankle, he was backing off down the corridor with an ugly, triumphantly snarky grin.

Mac Bane was an imposing figure on the best of days, however in messing with Amber, he became all the more threatening. Staring down the younger man, Mac’s gaze could have torn Alex to pieces just as effectively as his hands- however instead of doing so, he held his ground until satisfied Alex wouldn’t make a move again and started checking after a rattled and dazed, but otherwise relatively okay Amber.

Alex Winter: Saved by Mac once again little girl. I'll be seeing you soon. You and Mac. Until then rest that ankle up, wouldn't want me to snap it now would you?

Alex was far enough away to get away from Mac if the need to have to do so arose, at least at this time it didn’t however and like the cocky little bastard he is, Alex Winter strolled off almost a little too proud of his handiwork.

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Kelly Carmichael: The following is your Main Event...and it is for The Carnage Wrestling Chaos Championship!!!

"The Legion" stand up screaming ready for the fight they are about to witness.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first...The challenger...From London England...He is "The Technical Master" Steve Matthews!!

Terra Skye: Steve Matthews worked hard for this shot, but unfortunately he's going up against a less than well Trent Steel.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah.

Boy: GRAVY TACOS!

Steve stands ready for the match to begin as Silent Cal gets into the ring.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...He is the current "Chaos Champion" of Carnage Wrestling...He is "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

Terra Skye: Steve Matthews has been waiting for so long for this shot. You can see in his eyes he's hungry for that title.

Johnny Vegas: He better be ready to feast on knuckles with who he's fighting.

Boy: SAMMICH!!

Trent walks out as "The Legion" give him a standing ovation...until the applause stops. Trent walks out of the backstage area dressed in his suit he's been wearing all night. He has the "Chaos" title on his waist as he walks towards the ring. His long hair pulled back, face painted white except for a black X on his face. He holds out his hands looking at his painted fingernails. All different colors. He walks into the ring like a zombie. He unlatches the belt from his waist and hands it to Silent Cal who holds it up.

Terra Skye: Johnny...I don't think he should wrestle. Look at him. He looks like...

Johnny Vegas: He looks like the same piece of shit he always is.

Boy: Grrrr....

Johnny Vegas: Fuck off! You aren't gonna do anything to me. He's a pile of shit and he's always been a pile of shit. Why should what happened last week make this any different? Don't you fucking look at me like that Terra.



Boy reluctantly rings the bell at Silent Cal's signal and the match starts with Steve Matthews circling Trent Steel and Trent...isn't moving. Trent ploops down, cross legged, and looks at his nails. He's smiling like he's on some sort of substance. Matthews yells at Steel, who is ignoring him, until Matthews rushes to the ropes and comes in with a dropkick right into Steel's face! Matthews picks up Steel and sets him up for a Snap Suplex! He connects and follows up with getting up and hitting the ropes. Steel starts to get up, still looking at his hands, when he gets a spinning heel kick to the face by Matthews! Steel ends up flying under the bottom rope out to the outside. Steel gets up and starts to brush himself off still looking at his nails. Matthews charges towards the ropes and leaps over the tope rope hitting a cross body taking Steel down. Matthews tosses Steel under the bottom rope, back into the ring, with only getting a silent three count out of ten from Silent Cal. Steel lays on his back looking at his hands as Matthews gets back into the ring and Matthews grabs Steel and picks him up. He shoves Steel to try and get him to snap out of it. Matthews is starting to get frustrated as he rushes back to the ropes and decks Steel in the face with a flying punch to the nose! Steel goes down and rolls with the punch. He gets back up to his feet and motions for Matthews to come on. Matthews obliges by hitting Steel over and over and over again in the face! The fans are booing, but not because they hate Steel, but because they are not wanting to see a one sided match.

Terra Skye: Someone's gotta stop this! He's in no condition to fight! Look at him!

Johnny Vegas: Finally! Maybe someone will finally beat the shit out of him and they'll fire his ass for this bad match.

Boy: Quiet!

Johnny Vegas: I will not be quiet! You both are acting like he's some kind of saint! He's a fucking asshole! He's always been an asshole! He's always been a pile of shit! Now everyone else is seeing what I'm seeing...

While Johnny continues to preach the gospel of why he hates Trent Steel, Matthews is still beating the hell out of Steel with rights and lefts to the face and Steel keeps motioning for him to keep at it. Matthews stops and shoves Steel again wanting to get the champ to fight back and Steel responds with the "come on" motion. Matthews, responds in kind, by getting behind Steel and hitting a german suplex, into another german suplex, and into a final one where he launches Steel across the ring! Matthews yells at Steel to get his ass up and fight and Steel slowly crawls over to the corner. Steel gets up facing the turnbuckle corner and...STARTS SLAMMING HIS OWN HEAD INTO THE PAD!! Over and over and over again! Matthews rushes over and grabs Trent and spins him around. Reverse DDT! Matthews quickly follows up with a lionsault on Steel's downed body. He goes for the cover...


One!!


Kickout by Steel! Steel is looking down at one of his hands. We zoom in our cameras and we see one of the multicolored nails is scratched. Our cameras pick up this audio.

Trent Steel: My nails...my...my...YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!

Terra Skye: ...Oh dear.

Johnny Vegas: Red Alert! Loopey's Lost It!

Boy: AHHH!!

As Boy ducks down behind the table we see Steel get up and toss his suit jacket. He tears off his white button up shirt and charges at Matthews with fists a flying. A gutteral roar escapes from Steel's throat and he starts connecting with Matthews. Steel and Matthews are trading punches left and right with Steel taking more and more hits and still coming towards Matthews! Matthews grabs Steel and hits a belly to belly suplex sending Steel across the ring. Matthews runs over and drops and elbow on Steel and quickly picks up the "Chaos Champion". Toss into the ropes. Steel ducks a clothesline. LOU THEZ PRESS and Steel grabs Matthews by the throat and start slamming his head into the mat. Silent Cal pulls Steel off of Matthews and Steel is still focused on looking at his hand. He charges at Matthews, who dodges the tackle attempt, and when Steel turns around he hits Steel in the gut. "The Extreme Dream"!

Terra Skye: Matthews with his double arm DDT has taken Steel down. After finally getting some fight out of Steel could this be the end?

Johnny Vegas: Good. Then we can all go the hell home.

Boy: ShotSharter!

Matthews drags Steel to the center of the ring. He starts to set up for the sharpshooter, but as Matthews puts his leg between Steel's, Steel grabs Matthews knee for leverage and pulls himself up slapping a mandible claw into Matthews mouth! Matthews quickly lets go and rolls out of the way. Steel gets up and we see tears in his eyes. He motions to hit him. Matthews yells at him as Steel yells at Matthews to do it! Matthews runs to Steel and hits "The Royal Flush"! Steel hits the mat hard and Matthews grabs Steel setting him up for a cradle piledriver! He hits it! Matthews then drags Steel to the center of the ring and goes for a figure four leglock. He slaps it on and Steel is screaming out in pain as Silent Cal gets near him to wait for a call of submission. Steel tries to uses his arms to sorta half crab walk, but the pain is to much. His shoulders hit the mat....


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Two!!

Steel pulls himself up. "The Legion" start to cheer, but Steel seems focused on something else as he starts to turn over. Matthews tries to prevent this, but as Steel gets the hold turned Matthews let's go. Steel gets up, as if driven by madness, and makes a "come on" motion to Matthews!

Terra Skye: Why won't he stay down?!

Johnny Vegas: He's punishing himself...He's...HIT HIM HARDER MATTHEWS!!

Boy: THEY HAS FIGHT!!

Matthews gets up and Steel runs to the ropes. Matthews hits the ropes as well. The two end up double cross bodies, but then start beating the hell out of each other on the mat. They roll out to the outside and keep trading punches. Steel blocks a punch from Matthews and headbutts him. Steel goes to set up Matthews for a piledriver of his own on the outside, but Matthews hits a back body drop and Steel goes landing headfirst onto the steel steps! Matthews grabs Steel and rolls him in under the ropes. Matthews gets into the ring and looks to be waiting to hit the "The Last Act". As he goes for the curb stomp, Steel rolls out of the way and Matthews misses the stomp. Steel kips up and hits a superkick to Matthews head! Steel reaches down and picks up Matthews hitting a "Eradication"! The crucifix powerbomb to the corner is devastating to Matthews as he crumples into a heap. Steel drags Matthews to center of the ring. Steel heads up to the top turnbuckle. Steel holds out his hands and looks at fingernails. He signals for "The Blackwinged Angel"!

Terra Skye: He shouldn't be doing a four fifty splash right now! Look at how exhausted Trent is...

Johnny Vegas: He's...He's trying...I can't watch this. I. DON'T DO IT YOU IDIOT!

Boy: FREEFALLING!!

Steel blows kisses to the air and leaps. He flips, it's almost as if time stops. As he flips Matthews kips up and see's what Steel is doing. Steel spins in the air and..."THE PERFECT HIT"!! Superkick to the face as Steel was going to land on nothing! Matthews goes for the cover...


One!!


Two!!


Three!!



Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...and NEWWW Chaos Champion!!! Steve Matthews!!

Terra Skye: What a great win for Steve Matthews, and as much as I want to praise him that couldn't have been an easy match for him with Trent being off his rocker.

Johnny Vegas: Get him out of that ring before he hurts himself.

Boy: Hey!

Trent rolls out of the ring and shoves the ring attendant and grabs the "Chaos" championship belt. He clutches it like it's the most precious thing to him. He gets into the ring and looks at Matthews. Trent's shaking his head as we see JC rush down to the ringside area. JC gets into the ring and yells at Trent. Trent seems to come out of it and hands the belt over to Matthews. Matthews holds up the belt and grabs Trent's arm to a thunderous ovation from "The Legion". Trent gets out of the ring to let Matthews celebrate. JC tries to get Trent to go to the back, and Trent pushes back. Tears are in his eyes as Trent just sits on the ring steps for a moment. The tough bastard image drains off like the makeup streaking down Trent's face right now. He buries his head in his hands and JC is trying to help Trent hold it together. The cheers keep going for Matthews, but something unexpected happens at commentary. Vegas stands up and walks over to Steel and JC.

Terra Skye: Johnny! Don't do it! Don't kick him while he's down!

Vegas grabs a microphone and he stands next to Trent. JC glares at Vegas. The two men have a tense stare down knowing the history between Trent Steel and Johnny Vegas.

Johnny Vegas: Easy. Easy big guy. Alright, alright... Listen, I know I've not always been the nicest to you, Trent. I, uh. Well, you've been through hell from what I've heard... And I don't know if a lot of these fuckers around here could possibly understand what you're going through... but I do.

Everyone looks at Johnny with a surprised expression as the old man continues.

Johnny Vegas: I ain't never talked about it before, no one knows this... But I guess you are all in for a treat. Why is Johnny Vegas the way he is? Well, a long ass time ago I lost my wife and my son to a drunk going the wrong way on the freeway. I lost em.

Johnny takes a deep breath and continues.

Johnny Vegas: You and me, we aren't ever gonna get along. But, let me just say this... I don't really think you're a woman beater. I don't think you're a sick bastard. Looking at you now, I just think you're a grieving father. You just need time and support... And for what it's worth, I'm here if you need anything. And so are these crazy fuckers here in the arena tonight. Just... Just try to hold on. It'll be okay... From one father to another. It'll be okay.

Trent looks up. He looks at Johnny and nods. He pats Johnny on the shoulder and starts to fall over. JC catches him. And together the two "Rogues" head to the back.

Terra Skye: Wow...

Boy: Mothers grave?

Johnny Vegas: ...What?

Terra Skye: I..I never knew, Johnny. I'm so--

Johnny Vegas: Don't. Just... don't. Let's just say goodbye to the people and get the fuck out of here.

Terra Skye: ...Well, that's.. That's it for us here at Chaos 101. We'll see you in two weeks at Chaos 102. Have a nice evening folks... And we wish you all well.

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CHAOS 101 CREDITS:

Segment - Do One! - Carl

Opening - Barbie

Segment - Same Coin - Knox/Mia

Match 1 - Dragon Lady Vs. Alex Winter - Knox

Segment - What Deal? - Carl/Steve

Match 2 - Gunn Vs. Willis - PAROXYSM

Segment - Painting the Town Red - Jazzy/Carl

Match 3 - Cortes Vs. Leon - Elijah

Segment - Beyond the Belle - Mia/Knox

Match 4 - Johnson/Heart Vs. Michaels/Bane - Knox

Segment - All my Pretty Fingers - Jay

Match 5 - Davison Vs. Levi - Knox

Segment - Attention - Ken/Carl

Match 6 - Knox Vs. Ryan Vs. JC - Oliver

Segment - Served Cold with a Side of Snark - Jazzy/Carl

Match 7 - Steel Vs. Matthews - Jay


Judges: Barbie & Duane
Commentary: Barbie, Knox, Oliver, Elijah, Jay


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