Chaos 102 Results

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Matt Knox sat in the private catering area, reserved for “The Wild Cards”. His feet were propped up, arrogant as ever. He was currently sampling the cheese platter, an open and half gone bottle of wine resting in his lap.

When Alex Winter walked in with Ryker and Seven, Alex was not shocked to see Matt Knox there. He signals to Ryker and Seven to sit down before approaching Knox on his own.

Alex Winter: How dare you be in here. Has Mitch been teaching you his criminal ways? I'd be happy to throw down with you, but not tonight Knox. So explain yourself and I'll allow you to leave on your own free will.

Kat Jones had heard the last of what Alex had said to Knox right before she walked in with her brother Cyrus Riddle.

Kat Jones: Now, now Alex.. Let’s not be too hasty.. What do you want Knoxxie dear.. I thought we had said all that was needed to be said already.. We had a nice little private chat after all.. What more could there be left to say..

Knox takes a swig of the wine, before making a face and tossing the rest of the bottle aside, letting it fall unceremoniously on the floor. He also pushes the cheese platter from his knee, making another mess.

Matt Knox: I think we need to come to an ending, here. I’m sick of you, you’re sick of me. And frankly? While it’s on your level, to agitate and attack? It’s beneath me, dealing with you lot..

He focuses his gaze on Ryker and Seven

Matt Knox: You two ought to wait outside. I really don’t want to hurt you if this goes bad.

Knox wipes his hands on the couch cushions, before standing up. He pays Kat a glance, but says nothing. His eyes fall back on Alex.

Matt Knox: I’m going to hurt your friend over there, in two weeks. After that? It’s Ultimate Carnage Six. Biggest pay per view there is for Carnage...and i can think of no better way, to end this horseshit once and for all.

Glancing at Ryker and Seven, Alex smirks as he looks at Knox.

Alex Winter: Ryker, Seven, you will stay here and clean the mess up. Plus we may need you here for protection, not ours, but Knox's.

Ryker and Seven look at Knox, then at Kat before Alex slaps Ryker around the head.

Alex Winter: NOW!

Cracking his knuckles, Alex looks at Knox and just laughs.

Alex Winter: What makes you think you'll get what you want from me? Especially coming in the high class of catering that is off limits to anyone, but The Wild Cards. Now if you've changed your mind and want to join us, that I can understand. You will need some better manners though, we can't be accepting this behaviour.

Kat put her hand on Alex’s shoulder squeezing softly for a moment to get his attention before she focuses her dark eyes on Knox.

Kat : Knoxxie.. Was that supposed to scare me.. You are going to hurt me.. Really what do I look like a freaking ballerina.. We all hurt after a match.. If you are quite done with the obvious bullshit kindly take your washed up has been ass out of the better part of the arena and go back to slumming it with your precious buddies.. I will see you in two weeks and we’ll see who hurts who the worst.

Knox holds a hand up, waving Kat off dismissively

Matt Knox: I’m talking to your boss, darling. It can wait. Now, Alex. To my point, so i can..leave you with this shitty wine and stinky cheese. You, Me, Ultimate Carnage 6. You gonna take the challenge, or do I have to give Kat here your beating along with hers next week, in that cage?

Knox steps closer to the group, leaving just enough space between them to breathe as he waits for an answer.

Alex Winter: Let's get things straight. I don't drink wine, I drink champagne and I sure as hell don't touch the cheese platter. I'm glad about that to be honest with you dirty and scummy hands all over it.

Once he'd done speaking, Alex pushed Knox back just enough to take the temptation of headbutting him on the bridge of his nose.

Alex Winter: Don't worry, I'll be taking that challenge, and even allow you to pick the stipulation Knoxxie.

Alex grins at Knox as he straightens his scarf around his neck.

Alex Winter: Anything else before I'm forced to break that beak of yours on the end of your face?

Knox chuckles, reaching out and paying Alex his own shove as he speaks. Alex just rolls his eyes and dusts off where Knox's hands touched him.

Matt Knox: Look at you, Kat’s bravery must be rubbing off on your cowardly, weasel ass. I don’t know about any stipulations, yet...as far as stakes, but for how I’m going to put you down? I got two words, might excite you. Ultimate Submission.

Knox smirks, as he moves to walk out of the room, stopping by Kat and sizing her up wordlessly before heading for the exit.

Kat Jones : Hey Knoxxie.. You just royally fucked yourself over.. And you don’t even realise it… Buh bye darling.

Kat blows him a kiss before she started laughing..

Alex Winter: Mr Knox. Thank you. Ultimate Submission, two words just as exciting as… More champagne.

Ryker and Seven were angry as they had just finished cleaning. As they stood there, they didn't take their eyes off Alex once.

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Johnny Vegas: FUCK OFF WE”RE CLOSED!

Terra Skye: JOHNNY!! Welcome, Everyone to The one hundred and second Chaos!! LIVE ON THE CARNAGE NETWORK!!

Boy: GOLDEN PLUS FIVE MINUS THREE!!

Johnny Vegas: I am literally almost as old as that. Why can;t I die yet?!

Terra Skye: But then you’d miss the show we have lined up tonight! The Entourage against Silvio and Amber Ryan, Knox against Cortes and THREE CARNAGE TITLES WILL BE ON THE LINE!

Johnny Vegas: Yup. The Loser’s title and Steve Matthews’ poodle belt. Very Prestigious. Quit overselling for these chumps, Skye.

Terra Skye: What my colleague means is that Alex Winter and Adrienne Levil face off the Baltimore City Title in Levi’s first defense, and Steve Matthews also defends his Chaos title for the first time..

Johnny Vegas: And JC Will actually be helpful, killing that shithead Ken! Fuck titles! Fuck the Entourage! You better not lose again and cost her, card boy!!

Terra Skye: Shutup Johnny, but let’s head to ringside to get the action underway!!

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The camera’s cut backstage to a dimly lit hallway near the exit. Alex Winter is making his way towards the exit doors as the exit sign flickers and then the lights abruptly go out. From the darkness a voice can be heard.

“I warned you little man, but you kept running your mouth.”

Then the lights come back on and we see Mac Bane standing in the hallway. Alex to his credit does not try to run. He walks toward Mac who’s long strides carry him to his target quickly. Mac strikes with a heavy right hand that rocks Winter. Alex fights back with a low blow but then curses.

Alex Winter: Fucks sake! Who actually wears a cup!

Mac smiles and takes Alex down with a diving clothesline!

Mac Bane: Anyone who’s ever had a match with Kyra Fucking Johnson!

He stomps the back of Winter’s right leg, Winter instinctively grabs it in pain. Mac grabs him by the hair and drags him to his feet. Alex manages to fight back, throwing a roundhouse kick to Mac's ribs, not once but twice. Bane eventually gets the upper hand grabbing Alex and slinging him into the nearby storage boxes, he lands with a deep hollow thud.

Mac Bane: Amber says hello.

Alex struggles to get back to his feet as Mac begins to stalk him. With a primal scream he dives at Mac’s legs, cutting them out from under the bigger man. Now both men are on all fours. Alex digs a black jack out of his pocket and tries to strike Mac with it, Bane blocks him and the weapon goes scattering away.

Mac Bane: Tsk, tsk little fella. That’s no way to treat an elder or a better for that matter.

Alex Winter: Good way to prove Amber needs saving and can't handle things herself.

Alex was laughing at Bane who had had enough and he backhands Alex sending him sprawling. Mac then stands up as Alex manages to get back to his feet too.

Alex Winter: The rumors aren't true, Alex Winter can fight.

Once he'd finished saying what he had, Alex lunged towards Mac trying to clock him with a spinning elbow to the temple. Mac manages to get out the way and kicks the back of Alex's knee with the heel of his cowboy boot. The impact sends Alex back to the cold and unforgiving concrete. Alex clutches at the right knee, still though not gasping in pain or screaming for mercy. Mac takes that as a challenge, as he smiles and applies the inverted figure four leg lock.

Mac Bane: This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it is me.

From a standing position, Bane torques the hold, this time Alex does yell out in pain. Thankfully for Alex, Ryker and Seven hit Mac with a Yakuza Kick, this causes Mac to break the hold. Mac goes back and forth with Ryker and Seven as Alex scrambles up to sit on a chair.

“Bane! That’s enough!”

Ryker and Seven stop as Alex signals for them to do so. Mac looks to see Christopher St. James and smiles at him as Ryker and Seven head to stand alongside C$J.

Mac Bane: Is it? You have allowed this little bitch to run roughshod over established and new stars alike.

Ryker and Seven step forward and Mac doesn't even flinch.

Mac Bane: Step right up boys and see why they call me the one man wrecking crew.

Alex once again holds his hand up signalling for them to stop.

Alex Winter: I'll be seeing you at 103 or 104 Mac. Not just you, Amber and you.

Ryker and Seven help Alex to his feet. Mac had done a job on his knee as he tried to shake it off but Alex is clearly in pain.

Mac Bane: Something you’ll learn soon enough kid, she doesn’t need my protection or saving, she didn’t even know I was here tonight. This was about sending a message, you fuck with my family and I’ll end you. This thing between me and you? It’s just getting started, chump change.

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Johnny Vegas: What happened to getting right into the first match?

Terra Skye: I was MISTAKEN! SORRY.

Johnny Vegas: That's alright.. Got to see Mac threatening people... Threatening people is TIGHT.

Boy: SNICKERDOODLES

Johnny Vegas: ....

Terra Skye: Well then.. Looks like we are actually about to get this show underway with the first match of the evening!



Silvio Leon and Dominick Strife look to be the two starting this bout off.

Terra Skye: Not that you seem to care, Johnny, but this match has a lot going on. Amber Ryan is still trying to find her stride since losing her world championship to Davison.

Johnny Vegas: Don’t remind me!

Terra Skye: Silvio Leon didn’t walk away as tag team champion at Chaos 100 but he avenged that lost to Cat just last show. As an undefeated singles star, you have to believe he wants a taste of that world’s title!

Johnny Vegas: Tell pretty boy to dreaming.

Silvio and Dominick shake hands but the exchange isn’t as warm as one would think.

Terra Skye: The Entourage is coming in hot. However, tonight they have to contend with a man who has one loss in his whole career and two-time world champ. And while they may have disposed of Insidious easily - their friends Jon Willis and Axton Gunn will be an altogether different matter!

Boy: EXPOSITION!

And they lock up. Immediately slipping out of the hold though, Strife batters Silvio with a knife-edge chop that seems him reeling into a neutral corner. Following him in, he smashes the Oracle with forearm and then snapmares him out of the corner. Running over, he tags in Hawke. Seb leaps over the top rope and flattens the seated Silvio with a soccer style kick.

Boy: GOALLLLL!

Terra Skye: Very early on The Entourage is showing some impressive tag team work.

Johnny Vegas: Who gives a damn what they do? I can’t tell you how much those little shits irritate me.

Seb brings Silvio to his feet, scoops him up and slams him to the mat! After that fundamental move, Seb hits a big elbow drop and then hooks the near leg for a cover!


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TWO!


Silvio kicks out!

Seb drags Silvio by a leg to his corner and tags in Dominick. With a running start, Strife drops a knee on Silvio and then even does a cocky little strut that absolutely aggravates Amber Ryan!

Terra Skye: Poor idea to taunt Amber like that. He’s like to get a knee to his face as a receipt.

Johnny Vegas: Guy could do with a face adjustment if I’m being totally honest.

That lapse in concentration wasn’t the best idea because as he turns around, Silvio catches him with an European uppercut, followed up by a jumping enziguri for good measure. The tarot reader leaps over a prone Strife to tab in Amber Ryan. Getting into the ring, she cuts off Strife’s retreat to Hawke with a knee to the midsection. Forcing him upright, Amber squares up and sends a flurry of body blows that the Entourage member gasping for air. But she doesn’t give him much room as she hauls back and knocks him flat on his back with a right hand with some mustard!

Terra Skye: That boy’s going to have himself a nice shiner in the morning. You can see that Amber needs this win. Her punches are harder than ever and I don’t think she cares who they’re against.

Johnny Vegas: Gotta bet everyone looks like that son of a bitch Davison!

She drops a knee down on his chest for a pretty cocky cover.

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TWO!


And of course, that didn’t do it. Grabbing a handful of his hair, Amber hauls him up to his feet once more. With a little difficulty, Amber goes for Sawdust in the Blood ..but Strife flips out of it, even landing on his feet. He dropkicks her in the back, forcing Amber back into her own corner. Silvio tags himself in and has to be on the ready as Sebastian Hawke is now in as well. But Hawke is a little fresher and he gets there with the clothesline just a little quicker. However, Silvio is back up quickly and ducks under a second clothesline. He grabs Hawke for a falling neckbreaker but the young upstart fights out of it and spins Silvio around into a front facelock.

Going up for a suplex, Silvio counters with a knee to the temple that forces him back to the mat. With that momentarily lapse, Silvio with style and grace flips Hawke over with the Miskatonic Twist!!

Terra Skye: That move is like poetry, Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: Vile.

Silvio goes for a cover but Hawke smartly rolls away onto the apron. Silvio pursues as Hawke climbs to his feet. Hawke shows a little trickery as he stun guns Silvio’s neck on the top rope. Perching on the top turnbuckle, Hawke drops the dazed Leon with a missile dropkick! He scrambles over for a cover!


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TWO!!



Silvio kicks out in the nick of time.

Terra Skye: Amber and Silvio look to be in trouble as Hawke and Strife are proving to be a handful in this match.

Boy: HANDFUL OF BOOBIES!

Johnny Vegas: Amazing contribution, boy. Amazing.

Hawke is quick to tag back in his partner. Dominick drops a doubled over Silvio with an ax kick before going for another cover!

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TWO!!



Silvio kicks out again!!

To say Dom was frustrated would be an understatement. He argues the validity of the count before being unexpectedly swallowed up by a roll up!!


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Not this time. Both competitors get to their feet. Dom is quicker with a toe kick to the gut. Stepping back to tune up the back, he goes for a superkick but perhaps he telegraphed it as Silvio caught it, spun him around, and clocked him with a skull rattling lariat!!

Realizing he needs to get his partner in, he dives for the tag to Amber and gets it!!

Terra Skye: Here comes Amber Ryan! I can feel the fire from here!

Johnny Vegas: I gotta admit these two street punks have looked pretty impressive tonight. I’m guessing that ends now.

Amber leaps over the top rope, baseball slides between Dom’s legs. As she gets up, she blocks a forearm shiver from Strife, spins him around, and drops him with a snap dragon suplex!

Terra Skye: Amber just killed the boy with that one.

Boy: Not me!

Johnny Vegas: Damn, folded him up like an accordion, too!

She looks at Silvio and tags him in…

Quickly, he’s up top and smashes into Strife with The Color Out of Space!! After that amazing corkscrew shooting star press, Sil makes the cover!


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TWO!!

Sebastian starts to enter the ring to break up the cover but Amber is in his way and there was no way Hawke was getting past her.


THREE!!



Kelly Carmichael: The winners of this match via pinfall, SILVIO LEON AND AMBER RYAN!!

The two rivals look at each other with wary respect as the referee raises their hands in victory.

Terra Skye: The Entourage was game tonight but there was something about Leon and Amber they couldn’t conquer.

Johnny Vegas: Good luck next time, kids!

Sebastian checks on the downed Strife with a note of concern as the winners go their separate ways on the outside of the ring.

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Immediately following the opening tag match, Sebastian Hawke wanders through the back halls of the Carnage Arena. Still in his ring gear and feeling the effects of his battles, he finally finds his target, tapping him on the shoulder and smiling meekly.

Sebastian Hawke: Hey Silvio, you got a minute?

Silvio turns to Sebastian with a smile, hair and skin damp with sweat and body still aching from the match.

Silvio Leon: Sure, dude! What’s up?

Sebastian smiles again, rubbing the back of his head and blushing despite himself.

Sebastian Hawke: Well, it’s just… I’ve had a wild ride since joining Carnage and it’s been no where near what I had expected. I started off rough and I can’t help but think of when I first met you. I feel kinda bad about it and just wanted to reach out and apologize.

Sebastian is hesitant but he meets Silvio’s gaze, hoping to give off a non threatening vibe.

Silvio looks surprised for a moment before his expression turns gentle.

Silvio Leon: It’s cool, Seb. Thanks for apologizing. Consider it all water under the bridge now. Ax sees something in you and Dom that’s worthwhile. That means something to me. And, shoot, it’s not like I haven’t made some first impressions I wish I could get do-overs on.

Shifting back a step, he offers his hand.

Silvio Leon: So, how about this? Nice to meet you, Seb! Helluva job kickin’ ass out there tonight. Glad I could be a part of it.

Sebastian smiles and relaxes, the tension he was feeling easing a bit. He eagerly takes Silvio’s hand and shakes it enthusiastically.

Sebastian Hawke: The pleasure is mine Silvio! Thanks for a match that can be added to either of our future hall of fame highlight reels. Maybe we can mix it up together again sometime in the ring, opposing sides or otherwise.

Sebastian falls silent and relishes in the moment for a bit before smiling again.

Sebastian Hawke: And Silvio? Thanks… For a second chance at a first impression.

Laughing, Silvio shakes his head.

Silvio Leon: Life can be pretty wild sometimes, man. We gotta give each other some grace once and a while. Otherwise, how are we gonna make it?

Smiling, he draws back and gives Sebastian a little salute.

Silvio Leon: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a whirlpool and some Icy-Hot. See you around, Seb!

Sebastian smiles and nods.

Sebastian Hawke: That actually sounds like a fantastic time. See you around Silvio.

With that Sebastian and Silvio head in different directions, both looking forward to some time away from the ring.

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Backstage, amidst the chaos that is Chaos, Amber Ryan removes the ice pack she’d been holding against the back of her head at the sound of the door opening a crack.
With a raised eyebrow she watches, the curious smirk becoming a full blown smile as Mac Bane enters- ring ready and set for tag team action.

Amber Ryan: Are you checking up on me?

Even with the aches and pains that had come from the earlier match, her sarcasm didn’t wane.

Mac Bane: I’d be remiss if I didn’t, besides if you’re here then you aren't out there picking fights.

With a chuckle, she weighs up the ice pack in her hand before dropping it onto the bench beside herself.

Amber Ryan: Ha, yeah… Wouldn’t dream of doing such things without you.

Reciprocating the smile, Mac goes to leave however Amber, with a moments hesitation, gets to her feet and crosses half way across the room before Mac gets the door closed.

Amber Ryan: Wait… before you go, I’ve… Well, I’ve been doing some thinking.

It's Mac’s turn to chuckle, glancing outside the door as if theres someone trying to get his attention- however he waves them off nonchalantly before reentering.

Mac Bane: No wonder I could smell burning. Everything alright, love?

It's a rare sight to see the redhead lost for words, however with a deliberate cadence she sidles up to the One Man Wrecking Crew with a knowing smile.

Amber Ryan: You smell burning cause Silvio and I went and tore the goddamn house down in that tag earlier- however that's not what I was thinking about.

With an unexpected spring in her step, she almost leaps onto the momentarily unsuspecting Mac as though she might be climbing a tree, hooking her heels into the small of his back and loosely draping her arms over his shoulders as she pulls herself up taller than him. Theres a small giggle as she brushes her hair from her face, before stealing his hat and placing it on her own head, it falls over her eyes a little but that simply adds to the absurd cuteness of the situation.

Amber Ryan: What I was thinking about… was, well…

Another pause, Amber takes a moment to centre herself as Mac watches on almost amused by the whole thing.

Amber Ryan: Mac, the answer is yes.

Another moment passes as Mac takes his hat back, eye contact failing to cease between the pair.

Mac Bane: That's lovely and all, but what are we agreeing to…

She chuckles, lowering herself slightly back to eye level with an almost ‘really?’ expression.

Amber Ryan: You are lucky I love you, you ridiculous cowboy. Yes, Mac… I will marry you.

If euphoria and happiness could be sensed through a camera lens, now would have been the time. Engaging in a long, deep and very heartfelt kiss- they finally part just far enough so that words might pass between them.

Mac Bane: You know I don’t have the ring on me, right?

Forehead to forehead, Amber scoffs lightly.

Amber Ryan: Fuck the ring... all I need is you.

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Johnny Vegas: HELL YEAH!!! MACS OFFICIALLY IN!

Terra Skye: Well that was a break full of adorableness, wasn't it?

Johnny Vegas: Adorableness? REALLY? I mean you're completely right but still. HELL YEAH!!! I'M GOING TO A WEDDING!!!!

Boy: BRIDGES OVER TROUBLED WATERS!

Terra Skye: Well I wish Amber Ryan and Mac Bane the best, they make a fantastic couple. And how about Sebastian and Silvio, having a match and then having a nice talk afterwards? That's refreshing, isn't it?

Johnny Vegas: It's sickening.

Terra Skye: Well alrighty then. Let's get into this next match!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck MATT KNOX!

Terra Skye: Oh, Johnny... It's hard to be mad at you when I know why you're the way you are... but SHUT UP.



Knox comes out of his corner like a flash of lightning in mime makeup, leaping and nailing Cat in the chest with a thrust kick that sends her crashing over the top rope. Knox follows up by stepping out onto the apron, and leaping down nailing Cat with a double foot stomp in the small of her back! The ref begins admonishing Matt as he lifts Cat to her feet and sends her into the railing with a hard irish whip!

Terra Skye: Matt Knox coming out fast and angry this match, looking to take that loss at 101 out on Cortes

Boy: ROLL INITIATIVE

Cat arches her back on impact, and Knox charges in, going for another thrust kick, but Cat evades! Knox gets hung up on the barrier, and has no defense when Cat goes for and nails him with a Blaze kick! Knox gets knocked over the railing, and Cat gets back in the ring, raising a hand over her head to the cheer of the legion. On the outside, Knox gets to his feet, favoring his jaw. He hops the guard rail,heading for the ring but is cut off by Cat launching herself to the outside, nailing Knox with a suicide dive!!

Terra Skye: High risk, High reward for Cortes! She has taken Knox down!

Johnny Vegas: Hope the goofy bitch busts her head open, too!

Terra Skye: Jesus christ, Johnny

Boy: THATS A +5 BURN DAMAGE

Cat rolls through and then leaps upon Knox’s back as he’s gotten on his hands and knees, she first rains down hard elbows onto the back of the man’s head, before applying a rear naked choke and body scissors! Knox slowly pulls himself up, gasping for air. As soon as he’s vertical, he throws himself back and bashes Cat into the guard rail, breaking the hold! He manages to break the ref’s count, before rolling back out and getting Cat into the ring.

Johnny Vegas: Cortes is taking the loss against magic boy out on Knox! Choke him like he choked in his last match!

Boy: FAT MAN MOCKS FAILURES IN ACCOMPLISHMENTS HE NEVER HAD

Terra Skye: Perfectly said, Boy

Knox follows Cat in, and begins stalking her. As she gets to one knee, he goes to lock in “The Mercy” but Cat manages to slip away! Her struggle causes Knox to stumble, which Cat takes advantage of, nailing another blaze kick that sends the big man down to one knee and into the ropes! Knox looks up at Cat, wiping a bit of blood from his lips and showing off his own impressive footwork, nailing Cat with a butterfly kick! The Princess falls on her ass, holding her jaw

Knox: Gotcha, punk.

Cat: That barely hurt, you lanky bitch.

Cat leaps to her feet, and suddenly the two are trading side kicks in the middle of the ring! Cat holds her own, but eventually Knox fakes low with a kick and goes high, catching Cat in the side of the head! He follows this up with a kick to her gut and goes for a double underhook DDT, but Cat slips out again, nailing Knox with another Blaze kick! She gets all of it and he goes down! She goes for the pin

Johnny Vegas: She kicked his head off!!


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TH--KICKOUT

Cat sits up and admonishes Silent Cal, screaming that she’s banning him from her twitch streams.

Terra Skye: Close call, but Knox proves how tough he--wait, what the hell?

At this point, regal orchestral music begins to play and the light hits the stage. Emerging slowly and carefully from the backstage area, six underpaid models in leopard-skin leotards make their way on to the stage, towing behind them an expensive looking Royal Carriage. Checking first to make sure Knox remains on the ground, Cortes turns to watch the display. As the carriage makes it way down the ramp, the models turn it so that its doors are level with the ring apron. Engraved on the carriage doors are the letters ‘Z.H.’

Johnny Vegas: This is great.

Terra Skye: this is too much

Boy: THIS. IS. SMEGMA.

The carriage doors open and Zed Hotley, wearing a leopard print cloak and a bejewelled crown - and wielding a sceptre in his right hand - steps onto the ring apron with a satisfied smirk. The models dutifully lower the carriage and place it on the ground, looking exhausted as they do so. As Cortes approaches Hotley, he violently swings the sceptre at her head - she ducks and returns with a Blaze Kick that catches Zed across the jaw.

Terra Skye: And Catalina is having none of this shit!

Boy: YASSS QUEEN

Johnny Vegas: She’s a princess, dumbass

Zed drops his sceptre, and falls back off of the apron into the arms of the waiting models. As they carry him away from the ring, he gestures out into the distance while moaning like a wounded soldier.

Zed Hotley - Plan B...Plan B!

At his signal, confetti explodes from all corners of the Carnage Arena - in the ensuing blizzard of confetti, the models lower Zed and slide into the ring to swarm Catalina. Zed rolls around on the ramp, crying for a nurse as a huge Presidential banner unfurls from the rafters - it reads ‘ZED HOTLEY FOR TAG CHAMP (AND THEN PUT IN A COOL DRAWING OF ME, OH YOU ONLY DO LETTERING? NEVER MIND THEN’

Terra Skye: How the hell did he even get this set up? We were here all day, and most of yesterday for havoc!

Johnny Vegas: To be fair, I was loaded so I can’t recall a thing.

Catalina brawls with mixed success with the models, clubbing one of them in the skull with her own leopard-print high heel. Meanwhile, in the chaos Knox flies in with a superkick to one of Cat’s attackers and works with his opponent to clear the ring, while Cal goes to inform Kelly Carmichael of his decision.



Kelly Carmichael: I have been informed that due to interference, this match is a draw!!

Knox and Cat both yell toward Kelly Carmichael about the decision, before pointing at one another and yelling some more. Cal waits patiently, silently, on the outside as Cat and Knox exit, each taking time to beat up another model on their way up the ramp.

Johnny Vegas: Well. This was a thing that happened.

Terra Skye; Matt Knox with a third draw here in Carnage, and Catalina fails to get back into the win column

Boy: CONFETTI THESE NUTS

Johnny Vegas: We’ll be right back, hopefully, Boy grows a brain by then.

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A Familiar sounds fills the arena as the riffs of Dimebag Darrell’s guitar starts followed by Rex and on the bass and Vinnie Paul on the drums. Phil Anselmo’s vocals kick in as none other than Tweeder walks out from the backstage area pushing a shopping cart. He pauses at the top of the stage.



Johnny Vegas: What is that asshole doing back here!?! He is supposed to be retired!

Terra Skye: I am a bit surprised to see him out here. I know he loves Taco Tuesday, but three shows in a row?

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Maybe he is here to kiss Christopher St. James’ ass for all the mean things they said.

Terra Skye: That could be it, but why a shopping cart?

Boy: Loves Dylan

Johnny Vegas: Oh shut the fuck up will you? No one cares what you think of him.

Terra Skye: And no one cares about your opinion either.

Boy: Wheels Bus School!

Terra Skye: Yes Boy, Johnny is special.

Johnny Vegas: Hey!!!

Tweeder starts walking down the ramp and lighting a cigarette as he pushes the cart. As he gets closer to the ring, he pulls out a steel chair and throws it in the ring. Then he takes out several closed boxes and gently slides them in the ring. He grabs a beer from one of the bags before heading to the announcers table.



Terra Skye: I don’t think Tweeder will be here for pleasantries.

Johnny Vegas: He is heading this way. Should we move?

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!!

Terra Skye: I don’t know, but this Carnage Wrestling and anything can happen.

Johnny Vegas: Ya like Trent Fucking Steel stealing my booze. I bet that is what Tweeder wants to do.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!!

Terra Skye: We get it Boy you don’t want Tweeder here, but he does have a contract.

Johnny Vegas: Why don’t they just fire his kilted ass!?!

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!!!!!

The anxiety is almost too much for Boy to take as he stands up and looks for something to throw at Tweeder. Before he can though, Tweeder places a bottle of Jamison in front of Johnny, a bottle of red wine for Terra, and then an official Dr. Winn stuff mini doll from 2010 for Boy.



Boy is now confused, but Terra nudges the big softie to accept. Boy takes the Dr. Winn doll and cuddles it closely. Both Terra and Johnny can’t believe their eyes as Boy looks like he is about to cry. Tweeder gives them the Chuck Norris thumbs up for heading into the ring.

Boy: Chuck’s Booty.

Johnny Vegas: Does this mean what I think it does?

Terra Skye: I honestly have no idea.

Johnny Vegas: I have never seen Boy act that way when Tweeder is around?

Terra Skye: Maybe Tweeder is trying to bury the hatchet with Boy.

Boy: Smiles Barb.



By now Tweeder is back in the ring as the music has stopped as he finally puts out the cigarette before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Tweeder: So a few words over the last week or two have occurred with Christopher talking about this and that like he is the only person who runs things. This isn’t my first rodeo with someone who has no clue about what Carnage Wrestling is about and watched them bad mouth the place we call ‘home’. I am sure most of you remember some of the words a few people like Triple B, Jeremiah Belmont, and countless others gave us only 6 weeks to 6 months before we closed the doors back in 2010. I could bring up the past about all of that, but I’m not here for that. Normally someone like Jason ‘I speak like a robot with no personality Bridges’ comes out and runs his tiny little mouth, he no pun intended, burns bridges. Fucking hell, I did intend that pun. Anyways, back on topic, Christopher decided to issue a little challenge recently for me to come out here and face him like a man. Well here I am Christopher. I have plenty of alcohol and cigarettes so I can wait as long as needed.

It doesn’t take long for “Money” by Pink Floyd to ring out and The Legion erupt into a cacophony of boos and jeers as C$J makes his way down to the ring. His face is flushed with anger as he rips off his designer sunglasses and places them in his jacket pocket. Climbing into the ring, he barks out for a mic from a nearby attendant and get it almost immediately.

C$J: You claim to be so much Mr. Tweeder. You wanted to discuss this, hash out what I already know to be absolute truth, well here I am. NOT on probation I might add.

Tweeder: Ya about that. You actually are on probation, BUT.....I am not here to discuss that. You said you wanted to talk so let's talk. Oh and before I forget, I did bring a few gifts as a good will gesture to show I am not punch first, talk later person IF someone wants to be reasonable. For the most part, we are all adults here.

CSJ shakes his head smiling.

C$J: I’m going to allow your overstep in the interest of civility Mr. Tweeder.

C$J takes a seat and unbuttons his suit jacket, sitting back in his chair.

C$J: However, let me assure you, I am NOT under your probation, your thumb, or your board’s control. Go ahead and have your people take a look into things, but you’ll find that I am NOT under contract with Carnage. Just like I expect you to do your homework though Mr. Tweeder, I have done mine, and it is because of that, that I am out here to tell you… You’re right. I have no desire for things to devolve into fisticuffs, so I’m out here to see if there is any way we can come up with an amicable solution.

Tweeder strokes his beard for a moment before he glances over at Johnny Vegas. Johnny Vegas thought he was just going to sit there and listen, but now his face has turned pale white. Terra Skye and Boy are a bit amused by this as they know something Johnny doesn’t. Tweeder winks at him before he brings the microphone to his mouth.

Tweeder: We can play this whole are you on probation, no you aren’t game, but since you are being man enough to come down here and try to be reasonable, I am willing to pause the whole probation thing to see where this goes. Hell, look at Johnny Vegas over there and if he is around here, Ray Payne. They have been here since Day 1 in Carnage 1.0 so they can be a character reference that I can keep my word. I am sure you offer Johnny a bottle from the top shelf, he will tell you all kinds of stories. Ray, he will share his thoughts if you ask him. They will tell you the good, bad, and ugly.

Oh and in case you are wondering, why I have this bag here, if you look at Terra, Boy, and Johnny, you will see they have been given something as a way of thanking them for everything they have done in Carnage. Now before anyone gets upset, they aren’t getting fired. You can thank politicians for causing everyone to question what their motive is. Now back to the bag, I wasn’t sure if you were a wine, liquor, beer, cocktail, water, soda, or juice type of guy so I brought almost one of everything. This is no trick, but pick your poison. If what you normally drink isn’t here, I know of a few places in the area that will probably have it.

C$J eyes the bag and then go back to Tweeder.

C$J: No one told me that this would be a gift exchange, sorry I don’t have anything in return. I’m sure that whatever you have will be proper and fine Mr. Tweeder, but I’m not out here to share a drink until there is a need to celebrate. However… Liquor will always be my choice, top shelf, nothing less. Be that as it may Mr. Tweeder, I believe you when you say your intentions are pure, you asked me to do my research, I did my research. I came out here to find out a way through this seeing as you are part owner, I am legal owner, and it appears…

C$J snickers despite himself.

C$J: That we are partners in this endeavor… Mr. Tweeder.

Tweeder just shakes his head as he is being referred to as Mr. Tweeder.

Tweeder: This wasn’t exactly a gift exchange, but a peace offering, non aggression pact, whatever you want to call it. Now, I do need to correct you on something that is sort of not related to why we came out here. Don’t worry, it isn’t business related, but it is still fairly important.

C$J sits back in his chair and relaxes, doing his best to indicate that he isn’t out there to start anything.

Tweeder: I don’t like being called Mr. Tweeder unless your name is Ray Payne. Plus, I am not that old. However if you must, you can call me Sir Tweeder or Lord Tweeder. I bought one of those decree things online that gives you the title of Lord. Plus, I have some nobility due to being related to the Bruces. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go into a history lesson. We have a show that needs to get started soon.

C$J snorts.

C$J: It’s meant to be a term to show respect, but have it your way… “Tweeder.” As you mentioned though, I have a show to run, so if you don’t mind continuing, I’d be forever grateful.

Tweeder: I know you were trying to show respect, but it makes me feel like I am getting up there in age and will be the next Johnny Vegas. So, let’s take your top shelf liquor and gte this showing going.

C$J concedes and raises a glass with Tweeder.

Tweeder raises his beer and lights a cigarette in the process. They cheers before shaking hands.

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Mitch Heart is perched on a cable box in the back, his hoodie shrouding his eyes. He looks primed and ready for his tag match. Spying a cameraman, however, he waves him over.

MITCH: Hey, c’mere. I got something the masses oughta hear.

The cameraman scuttles closer, centering The Broken in the picture. Mitch gives a little waggle of his fingers.

MITCH: Now I imagine all of you out there are loyal viewers and saw what went down last week. But in case you’re new? First off, welcome to the party. Secondly, my partner for tonight took it upon himself to barge in, wreak havoc, put his chompers on the UltraViolent title, and make his own claim to it.

He snorted a bit, smirking.

MITCH: Problem is, I already called dibs. As the accepted challenger, I could put my foot down. Tell my big meaty lug of a comrade that he’ll just have to get in line. But I dunno. Do you think he’d go for that? … Naaah, me neither. Plus, everything’s just so much more fun when Lab Rat King and The Broken are in the same place- throw Kyra Johnson and the UV strap into the mix?

He laughed, his eyes twinkling under his hood.

MITCH: That, Carnage faithful, sounds like one hell of a party. But you can’t have an occasion that grand just anytime or anyplace. Would do the whole shindig a disservice. So, to my fellow bloodlusty brawlers as well as the brass, I have a proposition.

He tapped his temple with two fingers, grinning once more.

MITCH: I want to do this at Ultimate Carnage. That was probably expected. But furthermore? I want to main event the whole fucking thing. That ravishing red deserves all of the prestige that the strap being toted around by Mr. God Complex gets. Blood and guts built this place, and at the show of the year? It deserves the brightest of spotlights. I highly doubt that either King or Kyra will disagree with that.

Mitch rolls his shoulders and hops down from the box, getting up close and personal with the camera.

MITCH: I’ll be waiting for the answer. Give the people what they want.

Giving the lens a kiss, Mitch takes off.

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Terra Skye: Well two very interesting things happened during that short break.

Johnny Vegas: Please, with Tweeder out here it felt like FOREVER.

Terra Skye: Frankly, I couldn't believe Tweeder and C$J actually played nice.

Boy: TRISKITS!

Terra Skye: And Mitch Heart... Proposing that the Ultraviolent Title match between the Champ, Kyra Johnson, himself and now... The Lab Rat King be the Main Event of Ultimate Carnage! It's definitely a match worthy of being the main event of Carnage's biggest show of the year!

Johnny Vegas: PFFT.

Terra Skye: Christ. Anyway, looks like we're ready to get this next match underway... Lab Rat King and Mitch Heart working together against the Salty Old Bastards!

Johnny Vegas: Don't forget Mega Bitch is the referee.

Terra Skye: I didn't but I wasn't gonna mention it because I didn't feel like listening to you bitch.



And as soon as the bell begins, the action starts! Mitch Heart charges at Jack Michaels, spearing him out of the ring! As they hit the floor, Mitch begins raining right hands down onto the side of Jack’s head! In the ring, Mac stands toe to toe with Zane King as the two big hosses of the match trade right hands that would level most men, but the two giants stand their ground, neither one giving the other ground! Kyra Johnson leans in a corner, looking unamused at the action.

Terra Skye: Mitch Heart taking Michaels to the outside, and it’s got Kyra’s attention despite the reenactment of Godzilla vs King Kong in the ring!

Johnny Vegas: That bitch just wants to see poor Jack hurt! You know all he ever did was love her?!

Terra Skye: Shutup Johnny. We All Saw Isolation. Jack was a total dick to--

Johnny Vegas: Loved. Her!!!

On the outside, Mitch has gotten Jack up and knees him in the side of the head. Jack stumbles away, trying to create some distance but Mitch pursues him. Jack turns and swings a wild haymaker, but Mitch has scouted him since the last match and ducks it! He returns with an uppercut that rocks the veteran! Jack holds his jaw while Mitch squares up, both fists raised and a smirk on his features. Kyra leans over the top rope, ignoring Mac being hit with a spinebuster behind her as she enjoys the show on the outside.

Terra Skye: Big spinebuster! And Mitch showing Jack that he can box, too!

Johnny Vegas: Come on son, knock out that criminal piece of shit!!

Zane lifts Mac from the mat after nailing him with the spinebuster, laughing gleefully. He whips Mac into the rope and goes for a clothesline but the Cowboy ducks under it and runs to the ropes! He charges in and nails Zane with a shoulder tackle that actually takes the Lab Rat down! Mac goes to lift him to his feet but as soon as Zane’s feet are under him, he roars and drives Mac into a corner where he nails him with the Rat Cage!

Johnny Vegas: Come on bitch! Stop him! He’s gonna kill Jack’s partner!!!

Terra Skye: His ribs are going to be a fine powder if Zane doesn’t relent!

Boy: FINE COLUMBIAN POWDER!!!

On the outside, Jack has gained the upper hand by smashing Mitch Heart’s head into the ringpost! He slides into the ring, Kyra paying him a dirty look as she goes to check on the downed Mitch. The Blast charges in, chop blocking Zane King! Mac lifts an axe handle above his head and brings it down on Zane King’s head! The combined efforts send the Rat King down face first, and the veterans get to work quickly stomping Zane King out!

Terra Skye: And just like that, the veterans are in control of the monster!

Johnny Vegas: Old age and brutal, brutal experience Skye!!

Mac and Jack get Zane up, and nail him with a double DDT! Mac signals Jack to lift him up again, and they do. After some communication, the two lift Zane King with a double suplex, but Mitch Heart charges in, spearing Mac Bane! Jack Falls and Zane King is dopped unceremoniously on his head! Kyra Johnson rolls into the ring, a smile playing on her face as her challengers, and rivals continue to decimate one another. Mitch has mounted Mac and is pounding his face in with hard right hands!

Terra Skye: And Mitch Heart makes the save!

Johnny Vegas: He coulda broke his partner’s neck though! Dumbass!

Boy: SNAP!!! IN THE NAME OF LOVE!!!!

Mitch pulls Mac to his feet, and nails him with a Heartbreaker! He then snaches Mac by the back of his head, and throws him out over the top rope! He then goes to rouse Zane King but the Lab Rat King is already back to his feet. Mitch motions to Jack as the two begin planning something. Zane King Laughs out loud in a horrifying display, and pulls the woozy Jack Michaels up, positioning him for the Empty. Hollow. Thud! He lifts Jack up, and Mitch assists in slamming him into the mat! An Assisted Empty Hollow Thud! Mitch runs out and makes sure Mac stays down as Zane goes for the pin, Kyra dropping down to count!

Terra Skye: They might have just broken Jack’s back!!

Johnny Vegas: Sonsabitches!!


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THREE!!



Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners, Mitch Heart and Zane King!!

Terra Skye: Well, King and Heart pulled it off, and on the cusp of their match against Kyra at Ultimate Carnage!

Johnny Vegas: I hope one or both of them murder her.

Terra Skye: Your despicable. Jack and Mac have some great chemistry out there, and I think, regardless of the result of their first two matches, these two could very well be challenging for the Tag team championships in the future!

Johnny Vegas: Of course they will. Look at em.

Jack and Mac stand at ringside, nursing their wounds, nodding their heads at their opponents who stand tall in the ring. The four men acknowledge one another, in the ways you would expect them to before the SOB's head backstage. Meanwhile, Kyra's grabbed her UV Championship from the apron and is watching Mitch and LRK from the far corner. Finally Kyra calls out, grabbing their attention and waves to them. LRK moves towards her and the belt, chomping his teeth as if he wants to bite the belt again whereas Mitch simply stares at the UV Championship in all it's glory.

Kyra moves the belt away from LRK and smirks at both men, nodding her head and saying a few things that Mitch nods in agreement to before the champ leaves the ring and heads backstage.

Terra Skye: If this match is going to be anything, it's going to be brutal. We've seen what Lab Rat King and Mitch Heart did to one another in the only match they've had against one another... And to add Kyra to the mix? AND that UV title on the line?! It's going to be insane. We'll be back in a few, everyone. Stay tuned.

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Matthew Knox sat backstage on an equipment crate, favoring his shoulder and grimacing after the attack by Ryker and Seven. He looks wound up and ready to lash out at any moment, muttering curse words to himself under his breath aimed toward Alex Winter, and all the horrid things he planned on doing to him in the near future. It’s at this moment C$J walks by, his head seemingly in the clouds until his gaze shifts to Knox. Taking a few steps back, C$J stops right in front of “The Raven” smirking his most shit eating grin he can muster.

C$J: Aw Knox, why the long face? Upset that you let another champion get one over on you, taking another loss, and watching as your hopes for a better tomorrow in Carnage just start… Slipping away?

Matthew looks up, staring at C$J with a blank expression. He inhales once, then exhales and speaks quietly

Matt Knox: Not the best idea right now, Chris. Get on wherever you were going. It’s the best thing for you, trust me.

C$J of course sneers.

C$J: So you’re best option is to threaten the man that could make all of this go so much easier, smoother for you. Yet you still stay put in your path to absolute devastation. I’m gonna tell you Knox, after everything that you’ve put me through, I’m enjoying this little trip to self destruction you have going on. You talk the talk, but every time you have had a chance to put your money where your mouth is, you fall. Lab Rat King? Beaten. Amber? Could barely come up with a draw. I give you a shot at the World Title and what happened Knox? You. Came. Up. Short.

‘Don’t do it, Don’t do it. Don’t do it’ He hears his better self plead as he bounds to his feet, grabbing C$J by the collar, he slams him into the wall and lifts him until they’re eye to eye. He holds him there a moment, nostrils flaring with angry breaths, eyes wide and mad with rage. Until they change, and he allows himself a smile, before speaking.

Matt Knox: So, I join you and you help me? Reverse this backslide? I hate to admit it, Chris..but you’re right. All i’ve done is fail. I’m spending too much time keeping up with all these sad sack kids, and a better future pipe dream I won’t be here to see. So if the offer stands, let’s go talk terms.

Despite being held up by his collar, feet dangling off the ground, C$J still smirks.

C$J: Offer? Mr. Knox, I side myself with winners. People who can get stuff done. On paper you would have been the perfect addition to my own personal roster. After seeing you at your apex? I’ll take my chances with what is currently there. You’re washed up Knox, nothing left in the tank. You sap the energy from the young crowd and hope that you might one day get lucky, become relevant again, get those same feelings you did when you held your last World Title, before you self destructed and went on that bender that nearly ended your friendships, your career, and your life.

C$J smiles at the look on Knox’s face.

C$J: Oh, what’s wrong Mr. Knox? Did you not think that I didn’t do my research on you after you started making my life difficult? I know all about your past Knox and watching you fall into those same patterns, watching you go literally destroy yourself because you can’t hack it anymore, it’s one of the best things I’ve watched since… I don’t know, the series finale of “House of Cards.”

Matt’s grip falters a moment, he starts to low C$J before suddenly it snaps back with the rest of him. He stares C$J in the eye, his own narrowing.

Matt Knox: If you’re such a student, then you know that even if I don’t win. I’m very, very good at hurting people. And yet you continue to poke, and prod. When you’re so much weaker, so much more pathetic. Couldn’t hack it in the ring anymore, so you hide behind a suit, a tie, and a mouth full of bullshit!

He pulls C$J away long enough just to slam him back into the wall, his voice coming in a feral, biting tone now.

Matt Knox: I would NEVER join you. I was just hoping to surprise you, but I guess we can see perfectly through each other’s bullshit, eh Chris? So how about a little honesty? An honest request?

Matt Knox grins a twisted, violent grin. He chuckles as he speaks, sounding absolutely unglued.

Matt Knox: Say Hi to Eli for me, yeah?

And with that, Knox turns around and slams C$J first through the lid of the equipment crate! He yanks him back out though, lifting him for a headbutt before something catches his eye off camera, and a grin breaks his features. He drags C$J toward his goal, lifting him to his feet once more as he arrives.

Matt Knox: hey..Hey, listen to me Chris. LISTEN to me. Maybe, maybe this will convince you about better insuring yourself, and the rest of the roster huh?

And with a savage yell, Knox lifts the boss and throws him through a window into the conference room, where a startled Bert McAlroy and Belle Silva screams in surprise as the unconscious body of Christopher St. James crashes through the window and rolls to a stop. Knox stands on the outside, staring at C$J and not acknowledging the other two. He chuckles quietly, turning to leave as Bert sprints out.

Bert McAlroy: Matt What the fu--yo..YO WE NEED MEDICAL OVER HERE!!

Belle still sits motionless, torn between joy at seeing C$J unconscious and upset at the turn her friend had taken.

Belle Silva: Matt… Are you ok?

She gets up and goes to move toward him. Matt freezes, turning to Belle.

Matt Knox: Right as rain...Right as rain.

And with a quick pat on her shoulder, and soft squeeze he leaves Belle bewildered, Bert shocked, and C$J exactly where he needs to be.

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Patty Vegas: THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

Terra Skye: Well... That was... Interesting.

Johnny Vegas: That fuck just threw our boss through a window?!

Boy: BROKE BITCH!

Terra Skye: Yeah.. I know, I just don't know what I want to say about it.

Johnny Vegas: You keep your trap shut... You ain't got anything negative to say about the travesty that just happened!

Terra Skye: You're probably right. So why don't we just get into the next match, the first of the three title matches we're seeing at Chaos 102!

Johnny Vegas: PFFFFFFT!



Terra Skye: And we are underway with Levi’s first title defense!

Johnny Vegas: And last!

Boy: FAT MAN TITLE FREE

Alex and Adrienne walk to the middle of the ring, Alex wearing a smug and self assured look on his face. He starts yelling at Adrienne right off the bat “Look at you! Youre pathetic! That’s my title and i’m gonna take it home with m-” but Adrienne has had enough as she shoves Alex! Alex charges back in and swings a wild haymaker but Levi ducks under it, and fires a european uppercut into Alex’s chin that sends him reeling!

Terra Skye: Adrienne Levi bringing a little more aggression than usual, no doubt due to the history between herself and Winter. Not to mention, Winter’s social media being based completely around attacking her friends.

Johnny Vegas: Friends?! The drunk, and the bum who cant wrestle? They bring the criticism on themselves, Skye!!

Adrienne stays on Alex, nailing him with a dropkick that sends him into the ropes. She gets up, follwing him and getting him in a side headlock! She bounces off the ropes and tries to nail The Levity but Alex Winter frees himself, tossing her in midair and dropping her unceremoniously on the mat! He dives down onto her, trying to lock in Winter of Discontent but Adrienne is able to squirm free!

Johnny Vegas; Hah! Coward!

Terra Skye: What was she supposed to do, Johnny? Let Winter lock it in?!

Johnny Vegas: Lose! Like she always does!

Terra Skye: She’s 6 and four! She pinned Ken Davison! And I thought you hated Winter for wanting to fight Amber?!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck them Both!

Boy: SEE MY TOES ON ONLYFANS

Alex gets to his feet and begins stomping on Adrienne. He stops after awhile, and makes a mocking crbaby face at Levi before he drops am elbow across the small of her back. Alex pulls her vertical, but Adrienne begins fighting back! She fires elbows into Alex’s midsection, she then straightens up and nails him with a kick to the gut and a snap DDT! She rolls him over and goes for a pin!

Terra Skye: She dropped him on his head! This could be it!



ONE

Alex Winter kicks out at one! Levi gets to her feet, pulling Alex with her and whipping him into the ropes. She goes for a dropkick but Alex snatches on the top rope, putting on the brakes! He dives onto the downed Adrienne and attempts to lock in the Winter of Discontent once more, but again Ade manages to evade it by scrambling to the ropes and clinging on to the bottom one!

Terra Skye: What a back and forth match! It feels like Alex has been chasing Levi all night but she keeps managing to escape!

Johnny Vegas: Break her arm and then jump off a bridge!!

Alex backs off the behest of Ref Jeff, and Adrienne gets to her feet. Alex begins shouting more mockery at her, but Adrienne Levi has had enough! She leaps at Alex, and begins bashing him in the side of the head with hard forearm shivers! She backs him into one corner as he tries to cover up, and she backs up to the center of the ring. Levi changes in and goes for a straight Kick to Alex’s face! She nails it! Alex Winter stumbles out, and falls flat on his face. Levi leaps on Alex, going for the win!

Terra Skye: Riposte! Her new finisher!


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Terra Skye: And Levi Retains!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, and still Baltimore City Champion Adrienne Levi!!!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT THE SHIT.

Terra Skye: What do you think about that?!

Johnny Vegas: I thought my reaction said everything... But IT SUCKS!

Boy: SEVENTY MOUTHS!!!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT BULLSHIT! Loser Face McMoutherson over here... Fuck this! Let me have some of that good shit Tweeder gave me...

Terra Skye: Well, while Johnny drowns his blues, let me say congratulations to Adrienne Levi on her first title defense and I believe the extensive training I've heard Alex Winter's been doing is paying off!

Johnny Vegas: *Grumble*

Terra Skye: Oh buck up, Johnny. It'll be okay. Alex Winter is still very much disliked around here, but he's putting in the work to show himself to be a real fighter and it's showing.

Boy: BREAK YOUR FACE!!!

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“She’s a Genius” by Jet plays as Belle Silva makes her way out on stage. The Carnage Legion pops as Belle smiles and waves at all of them before heading down to the ring and taking her spot on the set of Beyond the Bell. Taking her mic in hand, Belle once again smiles at the crowd as they settle down.

Belle Silva: Carnage Legion! How are we all doing tonight?

The Legion pops in response once again and Belle lets them settle before continuing.

Belle Silva: Since Carnage 100 there have been ups and downs, sharp turns, and there is no sign of slowing down. While everything that has happened has been exciting, it’s all in the past, it’s done and there isn’t anything we can do but move forward.

A knowing smile crosses her features as she continues.

Belle Silva: With that said my dearest Legion, we are only there are only a few short shows left before our last show of the year. We all know what show that is and that is what our future holds. Ultimate Carnage 6, our last televised event for the year, a last chance to make an impact and keep you all sated until we return to you again in 2021.

The fans cheer as Belle encourages them all in the ring while she takes her seat. The Legion once again settles and Belle smiles her thanks.

Belle Silva: Speaking of ‘impacts,’ Carnage has recently added a new title to defend and build a legacy off of. It has already been defended and our current Chaos Champion, just so happens to be my guest this evening. Ladies, gentlemen, and The Legion at large, I give to you, Steve Matthews!

The fans cheer once again as “I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin sounds out and Steve Matthews shows up, pausing to acknowledge The Legion. He makes his way down to the ring, waving at everyone as he does, and enters the ring posing on the turnbuckles as Belle stands and applauds him. The music fades as they both take their seats.

Belle Silva: First of all Steve, thanks for joining me! How are you?

Steve Matthews: No seriously, thank you for having me, it’s an honour to be part of something as important to Carnage as Beyond The Belle has become. In regards to how I am… personally I’m in a good place right now but I wouldn’t say I feel the same professionally due to some of the characters I have the misfortune to share that locker room with.

Belle smiles at the compliment and continues.

Belle Silva: Thank you so much Steve, it means a lot to me to make sure everyone has a shot to tell their story. You’ve had quite the ride since joining us here in Carnage, can you tell us how it’s been and what it means to be Chaos Champion?

Steve Matthews: The ride has been rocky and eye opening, whether it be getting beaten to a bloody pulp by Alex Winter or feeling the pain of watching someone I care for being assaulted at 100. I’ve learnt one very clear lesson, I can’t trust or rely on some of the people I thought I could, I’ve always been left to fight alone. Moving on to what it means to be Chaos Champion, it means I am damn good, beating Alex Winter the guy everyone wants a piece of means I am damn good. Taking the current number one contender to his limit means I am damn good, destroying former rookie of the year Eli Goode to the point he hasn’t been the same since means I am damn good, and then taking the Chaos title by beating a former Carnage World Champion like Trent Steel tells you yet again I am damn good. Despite all of that and the proof of my ability I genuinely still feel like I get underestimated, hence my comments about it being time for me to shatter perceptions.

Belle nods and The Legion cheering along with every fact that Matthews presents.

Belle Silva: Now, at Chaos 101 it was revealed that you and Alex Winter, arguably Carnage’s proverbial ‘public enemy number one,’ have some sort of a deal going on. Can you give us any details about that?

Steve Matthews: Certainly, it’s nothing underhand. Recently I made a promise to Kylie Ford that I’d make sure she would never get hurt again like she did at the hands of Krystian Pearce, I had to think long and hard about how to do that. Ultimately I came to the conclusion that to keep that promise I would have to approach Alex with an offer he couldn’t refuse, I did that. The only thing Alex loves almost as much as himself is money so the deal was simple. I wrote him a damn healthy check to get what I want, I wanted Krystian Pearce removed from the building at 101, and I want Krystian Pearce presented to me after my match tonight so I can beat him down to the point he bothers me or Kylie Ford no more. Nothing more and nothing less, Alex told me a figure, I accepted it, the check can be cashed tomorrow if he gives me Pearce tonight.

Belle looks shocked at the news and The Legion reacts in kind. However, she honestly couldn’t blame the man in front of her.

Belle Silva: Moving onto current events, can we get your thoughts on everything? Jack Michaels, one of Carnage’s stalwarts seems to have returned after retiring, Alex Winter and his Wild Cards running rampant, various new roster members talking big and acting on it, and dark and mysterious cults infiltrating our numbers. There’s a lot for any person to digest.

Steve Matthews: First of all, I know the history Jack Michaels has here, as for him returning, good luck to him but it means very little to me right now. The Wild Cards have been allowed to run rampant because that locker room hasn’t stood up often enough as a united group, proven by the occasions I’ve dealt with them and never even had so much as a mention of help from others. The Wild Cards are a big problem but the rest of the roster are as equally to blame for that in my mind. Moving on to cults, don’t care, they come and go in this business, some of them talk a big game only to run away when things don’t go their way, others make an impact. Until a cult suffers defeat and pain you really don’t know if they have any real substance, many don’t. As for new roster members, if you are on the Carnage roster, you can fight and you belong.

The Legion erupts for the exclamation point to Steve’s answer and Belle can’t help but be impressed.

Belle Silva: Immediately following this interview, you defend your Chaos title against up and comer, Ahmya. Any words for your challenger before your match?

Steve Matthews: I’m not one for verbally bashing my opponents that often and I’m not about to do it now either, Ahyma is extremely talented and I’m looking forward to once again showing the locker room and Carnage Legion exactly why I deserve more respect and opportunities for what I have done since my debut than I’ve been given to date.

Belle Silva: Thank you so much for joining me this evening Steve! Any final words for The Legion or anyone in the back?

Steve Matthews: Oh yes, just remember when I destroy Krystian Pearce after my match and show a side of me you might not like… I did warn everyone I was gonna shatter all your perceptions of me tonight.

Belle nods and applauds with The Legion as “I Will Not Bow” plays once again as the segment ends.

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We open up with a shot of the back where JACK MICHAELS is walking down the hall in his ring gear and a Gold’s Gym shirt. He has a pair of ear buds in and seems to be grooving to something as he walks over to where a paper sign reads Kyra Johnson on a door. He knocks on the door and turns around to wave at a couple Carnage crew members before the door is opened up. KYRA JOHNSON herself stands with her UV title on her shoulder and visibly sighs when she sees who it is.

Kyra Johnson: Oh for fuck sake. What do you want?

Jack is still grooving out with his back turned as Kyra stands and waits. After a second she speaks louder.

Kyra Johnson: HEY!

Still nothing as finally she reaches out and shoves his shoulder. Jack suddenly whips around with a smile on his face.

Jack Michaels: Oh hey… Sorry, couldn’t hear you.

Jack pulls out the ear buds as Kyra rolls her eyes.

Kyra Johnson: Yeah, okay. What the hell do you--

Kyra hears the song on the buds as Jack fumbles into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

Kyra Johnson: Are you listening to… Blinding Lights?

Jack nods as he shuffles to shut off the music.

Jack Michaels: Yeah… I actually love this Weeknd guy. So I was listening to some Axton Gunn stuff with Lil Amber and she got me into that song. I mean it’s like 80s Synth and modern and it’s just great. In fact, I went down this rabbit hole where…

Kyra quickly holds up a hand and shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: I don't wanna know. I don't care. What do you want? Wanna say something about the match or the fact that I tore up that wedding dress? What?

Jack puts his phone back away and he looks back up.

Jack Michaels: Actually I thought the match was great. You really caught me good and that Rat King guy is something else. Wait… You tore up your wedding dress? When did you do that?

Kyra seems stunned for a second but quickly rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: It figures, you didn't see my promo.

Jack cuts her off.

Jack Michaels: Oh… Yeah. I didn’t really watch it. I’m sure you tore me apart though. You’ve been killing it lately and I think you tapping into your angry side is awesome. I love seeing you doing so well.

Kyra is completely caught off guard as she stands there kind of agape.

Kyra Johnson: I uh... Seriously?

Jack shrugs before Kyra snaps back to reality.

Kyra Johnson: Whatever. Nothing you do is really surprising to me anymore. But I ain't buying this.. This bullshit right here. I--

Jack suddenly looks past her as KEN DAVISON walks in the background of the locker room carrying one of his robes.

Jack Michaels: Wow, can I just say that is a nice robe. Is that new?

Ken stops and looks over at Jack a bit confused.

Ken Davison: Um… Hey. Yeah, I just had it made.

Jack steps by Kyra who is completely flabbergasted at this point as Jack feels the material.

Jack Michaels: Oh this is nice… My girl retired a few months ago and I haven’t found a new person to make gear for me. She has Carpel Tunnel now in both hands… Poor girl. Sucks getting older sometimes you know?

Ken chuckles a bit.

Ken Davison: Yeah, I hear you. The place I go to is…..

Kyra Johnson: Are you fucking serious right now???

Both Ken and Jack turn to look at Kyra who is red in the face. Ken puts his hands up and backs his way out of the locker room as Kyra forcefully pulls Jack back out into the hall.

Kyra Johnson: You got two seconds to tell me what the fuck you want or I’m slamming this belt into your fat fucking head.

Jack looks confused for a second and then snaps his fingers.

Jack Michaels: Oh, yeah, right. So Mac gave me a bit of a talk and I have to say he made a lot of sense when it comes to Adina and how you feel and all that stuff. So I figure you’ve got every right to keep her and do what you feel is best but I wanted to do something for her as well. So I had this made up for her.

Jack reaches back into his pocket and hands an envelope to Kyra. She looks at it skeptically before opening it and reading the contents inside. While she does, Jack puts his ear buds back in and starts to mess with his phone again. After a second, we see Kyra’s eyes open wide.

Kyra Johnson: This is for a trust for Adina when she turns 18.

Jack nods as he scans through his songs.

Jack Michaels: Oooh. I didn’t know Boston was on here…

Kyra Johnson: ...For $200,000.00?

Jack continues to scroll on his phone and nods.

Jack Michaels: Yep. Figure she can use it for school or a house or you know… Whatever. I mean with you doing the Ultraviolent thing and her Dad being… Well… Yeah. I figured it would be the least I can do for her. She can’t touch it until she’s legal age but yeah, it seemed about right.

He looks up at Kyra who's looking at him incredulously.

Jack Michaels: You think she needs more?

Kyra shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: I don't want it, Jack. I am more than capable of taking care of what Adina nee--

Jack Michaels: Sorry… Already set up. My lawyer will get a hold of her when she’s 18 and we are all set. Anyways, let me know if she needs more, ok? I’ll catch you later kid, try not to get your head eaten by that Rat guy. He’s sort of weird.

Jack turns on More Than a Feeling and begins humming to himself before walking away. Kyra stares at the paper in her hand as Ken comes walking back up.

Ken Davison: Not to eavesdrop but I’m pretty sure Jack has lost his mind.

Kyra looks up at Ken and back down at the paper, trying to conceal a look of frustration on her face.

Kyra Johnson: I'm not keeping this. I don't want anything to do with-

She starts crumbling the paper up, but Ken places a hand on hers. Kyra’s eyes flicker up into Kens, confusement on her face as he speaks.

Ken Davison: I get why you feel that way.. But keep it. You never know what's going to happen. I've always found kids to be more important than pride... and considering my entire career is based on pride...

He laughs awkwardly as Kyra shakes her head and sighs.

Ken Davison: Whatever you decide, I'll back you up. You know that.

Kyra Johnson: I... Okay.

Ken squeezes her hand as we head back towards the ring.

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Johnny Vegas: THAT BITCH...

Terra Skye: I mean.. I don't know what to say.

Johnny Vegas: THAT BITCH.. That's what you say.

Boy: GROVEL!

Terra Skye: Well we also saw a very interesting Beyond the Belle with our Current Chaos Champ, Steve Matthews, who's about to go up against Ahyma for that very belt.

Johnny Vegas: WHATEVER...

Terra Skye: That's not nice. I'd ask what they ever did to you but you're grumpy.

Johnny Vegas: I'M ALWAYS GRUMPY.


Before the bell Matthews and Ahmya share a respectful fist bump.



The pair quickly lock up in the center of the ring and Matthews uses his height and weight advantage to simply push Ahmya down. Ahmya quickly bounces back up only to be thrown down again. On the third attempt Ahmya does a go behind and trips Matthews with a leg sweep causing him to fall face first to the mat. She quickly dives down to his side and locks in a sleeper hold. Matthews being the bigger man pulls his head away but Ahmya spins on the move and then shifts her weight. She keeps control of him with a neck scissor choke, while attempting to apply pressure she leaves an opening and Matthews powers out. Upon returning to his feet Steve nods towards Ahmya in an acknowledgement of her getting the upper hand in the early exchange.

Terra Skye: Great show of wrestling from these two. Ahyma has been fighting hard since Chaos 100. First, she bested Johnny Love and then the dangerous Kat Jones to get this opportunity. Steve Matthews, well since finally avenging his loss to Alex Winter, he beat CARNAGE legend, no doubt a future hall of famer, TRENT STEEL to become Chaos Champ.

Johnny Vegas: I hope that guy's alright. He's been strange on twitter to say the least.

Boy: Ahmya is an anagram for haamy.

Ahmya and Matthews circle each other and lock up again. Ahyma executes another go behind but this time Matthews nails her with a back elbow to the midsection. This causes her to gasp for air and leaves the opening for Matthews to hit a snap suplex that knocks Ahmya down hard.

Terra Skye: We’ve seen that snap suplex from Matthews many times and it always looks like it hurts.

Johnny Vegas: Well that is the damn point…

Boy: Terminology of mine is often disproportionate in comparison to my formidable and considerable intelligence.

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?

Matthews continues the attack and drops a quick leg drop. He goes to hook the leg but Ahyma is shoving him off before the count even reaches one. Matthews picks up Ahyma and sends her into the ropes and looks for a clothesline but Ahyma ducks under. She shoots off the opposite ropes and catches him with a spinning back kick on the button which drops Matthews like a sack of potatoes.

Terra Skye: Nice, Ahyma really bringing it.

Johnny Vegas: It’s only Steve Matthews in there for God's sake.

Ahyma springs up first and nails a couple stomps to the head as Matthews tries getting to his feet. He ducks a right hand and grabs Ahyma from behind. He lifts her up like he is going to attempt a Full Nelson Suplex but Ahyma reverses by hooking her leg around Steve’s, thus keeping herself down. Getting frustrated Matthews spins Ahyma round and smacks her across the face with a viscous back elbow. Ahyma stinging from the blow drops to her knees hard.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, that's a show of aggression from Matthews even I like.

Terra Skye: Certainly more of an aggressive attack than we are used to from him.

Johnny Vegas: Not a bad thing. This guy needs to turn it up to 11 or these creme puffs are gonna get one over him. He should EASILY dispatch a weirdo like Ahyma.

Boy: I’ve got a big thing.

Ahyma eventually shakes off the back elbow and rises to her feet. Matthews tries a right hand but Ahyma ducks the swing and nails a step up enziguri. Steve is clearly dazed as Ahyma rushes off the ropes and takes Matthews down with a running meteora. Instead of going for the cover, Ahyma starts to repeatedly punch Matthews in the face. Each hit is harder and harder. Blood starts to trickle from Steve's nose. She eventually eases off of Matthews and makes her way towards the turnbuckle.

Boy: KETCHUP!!

Ahyma jumps up, turns around and motions for Matthews to get to his feet. Matthews obliges whilst wiping the blood that is streaming from his nose. Ahyma launches off with an attempted hurricanrana but Matthews ducks down. In a flash and great show of agility she lands on her feet behind Matthews on the mat, without a moment to even catch breath, Ahyma grabs a facelock, runs up the turnbuckle and plants Steve with the Soka Swing. Without a moment's hesitation, she scales the top rope and brings Arashi down on the Ace of Carnage! The 450 splash lands flush!!!!

ONE!


TWO!!



THREE!!

Johnny Vegas: Aw, shit. Here we go! The Chaos title changes hands just like that.

Terra Skye: Great match by these two but there has to be a victor. Steve's focus seemed to dwindle as the match went longer and Ahyma made him pay with some high octane offense.

Ahyma takes the title from the official and raises it high in the air as the Legion cheers wildly! Steve, now more apparent that his nose is busted, watches on with what could be perceived as slight disappointment. Steve rolls out of the ring to give her a moment...

Terra Skye: Huge moment for this young lady. She's scratched and clawed through some very tough opposition and tonight she's claimed glory. That Chaos Championship is a beauty and her job isn't going to be easy. The Dragon Lady is waiting in the wings and she's been chomping at a bit for what has alluded her as well.

Johnny Vegas: They both suck.

Ahyma leaves the ring, almost skipping from the high of victory. The crowd quiets down as Steve reenters the ring. He shakes his head, looking down at his hands.

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Terra Skye: His match with Ahyma may be over but Matthews hasn’t gone anywhere.

Johnny Vegas: And he has a mic, what could Steve Matthews have to say that would possibly interest anyone?

Matthews is leaning back first in the corner, blood still running from the nose busted open by Ahyma.

Steve Matthews: Alex… We have a damn deal, so honour it and send that sick bastard out here right now as agreed.

Matthews waits all of about two seconds before Krystian Pearce charges from behind the curtain and towards the ring, literally the instant Pearce enters the ring Matthews is on him and forces him back into the corner. Steve wastes no time in beginning to pummel Pearce in the skull with the microphone he hasn’t let go of, Pearce is instantly busted open as Steve doesn’t hold back on his assault.

Terra Skye: Well, this is an aggression from Matthews we aren't used to.

Johnny Vegas: I like it, he’s gonna kill him.

Pearce literally can’t get a shot in or defend himself as Matthews is relentless to the point that the microphone is destroyed.

Terra Skye: Oh no… look who’s on route to make the save yet again.

A limping Alex Winter along with Ryker and Seven are now strolling down the ramp, as they slide in the ring Matthews backs off looking rather pissed. Steve backs up into the far corner with nowhere to go whilst Ryker and Seven stand beside Alex, all three stand in line protecting Krystian Pearce.

Johnny Vegas: Matthews gonna get it now!!

Krystian Pearce regains his feet and despite being a bloody mess the smug look on his face is clear, it’s at that moment Steve Matthews returns the smug look and shouts… “GET HIM”.

Ryker and Seven instantly spin round and charge Krystian Pearce into the corner as the realisation of what is happening hits Pearce hard. As this happens Winter and Matthews share a mutual smirk and fist bump.

Terra Skye: What the actual fu…

Johnny Vegas: YES YES YES!!!

Ryker and Seven drag Pearce from the corner, they hold him up, a muffled shout is cut off by Matthews nailing Pearce with The Perfect Hit(Super Kick) sending Pearce to the mat. Ryker and Seven continue to put the boots in allowing Alex and Steve to leave the ring together, they instantly go under the ring and pull out two items, one is a table, the other is a small bag. The two of them slide the table in the ring and quickly follow it, after setting the table up Alex and Steve take a step back. Acting on the instructions of both Winter and Matthews, a lifeless Krystian Pearce is picked up and slammed through the table by Ryker and Seven with a sick looking double spinebuster.

Terra Skye: What is Steve Matthews doing?

Johnny Vegas: Shattering perception like he told you he would.

Alex pulls something out of the bag and throws it over to Matthews, Matthews instantly smiles and pulls over his head what is almost unbelievably a Wild Card t-shirt.

Terra Skye: NO!!! Steve Matthews is a damn wild card!!

Johnny Vegas: Perception shattered!!

All four men stand arms aloft to the obvious boos from the crowd, the four leave with Matthews and Winter leading the way side by side. EMT’s and officials come charging past them to attend to the bloody and unmoving carcass of Krystian Pearce in the ring, Ryker and Seven do glance back and shake their heads almost in disgust at what's just transpired, however Matthews and Winter don’t bother as they all disappear through the curtain.

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In the back, Dominick Strife is shown walking down the hallway after just exiting the trainers room. The wounds from his earlier tag team match still fresh, Dom has a bit of a limp in his gait and still appears to be covered in sweat. Before he can get too far, he is approached by none other than C$J himself. He appears excited to see Dom whereas Dom is a bit reluctant to return his enthusiasm.

CSJ: Dom, my boy!

St. James throws his arm over Dom's shoulders, causing him to wince.

CSJ: Did you get the letter I sent you a couple of weeks ago? Of course you did. Before you even say it... there's no need to thank me. Like I said Dom I like to take care of my friends. Speaking of friends, where's that creepy kid that always follows you around?

Dom stops. He turns to face the boss with a crooked eyebrow and pursed lips.

Dominick Strife: ...I'm sorry?

CSJ: Your partner. Your tag-team partner. The fish-bird guy. What's his name?

Dominick Strife: You mean Hawke? Sebastian Hawke?

CSJ: Yeah! That's him! Seabass Hawk.

Strife shrugs.

Dominick Strife: Probably back in the locker room. Why, did you need to see him or anything?

CSJ: No no.

St. James chuckles.

CSJ: Why in the hell would I want to see him? You're always carrying him around anyway. Just like you did tonight.

Dominick Strife: Yeah, but tonight didn't really go as planned now did it?

CSJ: Were you expecting it to?

Dominick Strife: I was hoping to at the very least win, so yeah. I know we talked a while back and I told you that I was going to prove that I have what it takes to earn that full-time contract. But I couldn't-

St. James places his hand on Dom's shoulder.

CSJ: Dominick, don't worry about it. It's all taken care of. Do you honestly think that one little tag match on a Chaos should define your career? No... you're going on to do far greater things than piss around with those happy-go-lucky frat boys you hang out with. I really don't see what your interest in them is. If you ask me, I think that they're using you.

Strife's visibly shocked by the Carnage President's words.

Dominick Strife: Hawke and Gunn? They're not as bad as you think. If it wasn't for Ax, I probably wouldn't have gotten a second chance with you, Sir. So-

CSJ: Ahh. Well, that's all in the past now. Shall we move on?

Dominick Strife: Well, actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. I appreciate everything you've given me, I really do. I just don't think I'm comfortable accepting these gifts.

CSJ: Gifts? What gifts? Dom. You've earned everything that I've given you. And I know that you appreciate it. I know you appreciate it more than Levi or that pumpkin headed clown Knox would. That's why I don't mind giving it to you. I know in the future when I need a friend that you're going to be there for me... doing whatever you can to make things right.

Dominick Strife: Yes Sir. But twenty-five thousand dollars, on top of a brand new truck?

St. James grins from ear to ear.

CSJ: Don't forget the new contract and the full medical benefits too, son.

Dominick Strife: I-I... Didn't sir. Actually I've been putting it to good use lately. But I... I just can't accept it all. It-it's just... too much.

St. James sighs.

CSJ: Listen, I don't expect you to understand right now, at this point in your young life. But you're not just representing a professional wrestling organization and its brand; you're representing me. I know that you want to get better. I can see that you've been putting in the work. Just trust me on this one. Distance yourself as far as you can from Ax and the bird brain... and stick with the ones who truly have your best interest at heart. Okay?

Dom starts to speak, but CSJ pats Dom on the shoulder and turns to walk away. CSJ's voice trails off but the echoes are still heard throughout the corridors.

CSJ: If they really cared about you, would Axton have taken that tag team match with Willis to take your shot away? Think about it!

The camera pans over to catch a glimpse of Dom's face. He still seems to be in shock.

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Johnny Vegas: Now what in the shit was THAT?!

Terra Skye: I don't know, but it looks like our boss is being real friendly with Dom Strife.

Johnny Vegas: Good Kid, that one is.

Boy: LADIES!

Terra Skye: You were bitching about him earlier tonight. For fucks sake.

Johnny Vegas: Well now I'm not!

Terra Skye: Ugh.. Let's just get into tonight's main event, which is a BIG one!



JC and Davison stare each other down as Silent Cal takes the belt from Ken and hands it off to Kelly through the cage door opening. The two begin to circle around each other, and it looks like they may lock up, before JC takes a couple of giant steps back. He holds out a finger noting for Ken to wait a second, then he turns around and holds his arms out, offering the Carnage World Champion a free shot.

Terra Skye: He...can't be serious.

Johnny Vegas: He's an idiot! DaviSUCK loves hitting people from behind!

Boy: STOP THE COUNT!

Terra Skye: Boy, nobody's counting.

Boy: GOOD!

Davison seems apprehensive for what seems like an obvious trap, but he takes a half-step forward anyway to see how JC will react. Even though he hears the step, JC doesn't move. When nothing happens, he turns around and tells Davison that he "lost his only chance to win." The champion disagrees as he charges in for a forearm but JC catches the blow. He moves to grab the fingers and Davison kicks at his shin to stop it. JC lowers his head briefly and GKD attempts an elbow to the back of the neck, but JC sidesteps and delivers a forearm shiver to the back of Davison's head, stunning him momentarily. Davison turns around with one of his own, haivng to jump up to hit the larger opponent in the jaw. JC takes a step back and Davison rushes into to try again, but JC sidesteps and grabs the back of Davison's head, sending him sailing face first into the cage wall!

Terra Skye: That was exactly what Davison was trying to avoid, I bet, letting the larger JC get his hands on him at all.

Johnny Vegas: I hope the fucker made him bleed!

Terra Skye: I'm sure he'll try to at some point.

Boy: JOKES AND JOKES AND JOKES AND JOKES.

Davison bounces back and hits the mat hard, and his hand instictively goes to his forehead to check for blood. It appears he got lucky this time, but JC wastes no time in reaching down to grab at him. He lifts him up by the head and hooks it under his arm, before lifting the champion up and over with a release vertical suplex that sends him sailing across the ring. Davison scrambles up using the corner and turns around to a charging JC, but gets his knees up into JC's face to stun him. He grabs the head for a tornado DDT but JC is not taking any chances on having his neck attacked and throws Davison off. The champion manages to adjust in mid-air enough that he lands on his feet. He runs at JC and JC sidesteps again, but Davison avoids the cage wall and simply bounces off the ropes. But JC runs perpendicular as he's coming back and collides with Davison, hitting a Dance Macabre so powerful it flings him back into the cage shoulder and hip first. He lands hard between the cage wall and the ropes.

Terra Skye: Davison has yet to get out of the blocks and he can't sustain too many this like that one.

Johnny Vegas: Good!

Terra Skye: So you want JC to win?

Johnny Vegas: No! But it's better than the other guy!

Boy: SPAGHETTI! SPAGHETTI!

With Davison's back to JC, he uses the cage to pull himself up. JC grabs him by the back of the head, however and flings it as hard as he can into one of the bars, which connects with the champion's cranium and causes him to fall back through the ropes to the mat. JC turns back around to spot his prey and Davison has clearly been lacerated, with a small trickle of blood coming down his face.

Johnny Vegas: YES! God I'm so glad I lived long enough to see this.

Terra Skye: Never has the "blood in the water" metaphor been more apt than it is right now.

Boy: You're gonna need a bigger boat!

JC comes over and stomps right on Davison's forehead, before getting in the mount position and beginning to punch at the cut. He then pivots his body so that Davison is in front and with a sick smile on his face, bends his head down and begins to BITE AT THE CHAMPION'S OPEN WOUND! This opens the cut more and JC gets to his feet, spitting blood onto the canvas.

Johnny Vegas: Okay, I'm going to puke now.

Terra Skye: That was absolutely disgusting.

Johnny Vegas: No wonder he hired that giant Rat fucker.

Boy: It's SHAKE AND BAKE. AND I HELPED.

When Davison manages to get up to his feet, his head now pouring blood. JC grabs him by the head and flings him into the cage again, but Davison surprises everyone by using the momentum to springboard off the ropes and hit an asai moonsault on the standing JC! He gets up and scrambles as JC gets to his feet, diving forward with a shining wizard! He quickly makes the first cover of the match.


ONE!


TW--NO! JC kicks out just before the count of two.

Terra Skye: Ken Davison broke his back fifteen years ago and he must be desperate to be using moves like that.

Johnny Vegas: A grown man literally just BIT OPEN HIS HEAD. I'd be desperate too!

Boy: TOASTY!

JC gets to his knees and Davison grabs the head, looking for a snap DDT. JC shoves him off into the ropes and Davison immediately comes off with another shining wizard! JC rolls away and gets up, now dazed after two knee shots to the head, and gets to his feet. Davison runs past him and springboards up the ropes again before coming off with an enziguri style kick to the back of JC's head. JC drops like a bag of bricks and begins to clutch at his neck, as the blow vibrated down to the injured area.

Terra Skye: And here we see why JC shouldn't have taken this match. He had an injury and did a good job of protecting it, but he couldn't do that forever.

Johnny Vegas: One shot and he's down? He should have stayed home!

Boy: SNAP CRACKLE POP!

JC manages to get up in the corner but with his back to the champion, Davison now takes the chance to scale up the corner behind him, trapping the larger JC between himself and the corner. This also leaves JC's neck completely wide open. Looking out the crowd that's booing him, he begins to rain down punches to the open neck. hammering away at it over and over. When he's satisfied, he jumps down and drives the point of his elbow directly into the base. JC drops to a knee and Davison backs up, satisfied that he has the advantage. JC turns around and starts to walk towards Davison, but his legs are wobbly. He steadies himself against the cage wall and the champion comes rushing in, only for JC to duck his head and get him into a fireman's carry!

Terra Skye: He's in position for the Solitaire Unraveling!

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit, did JC sucker him in?

Terra Skye: I don't know! I don't think so, but...

Just as she says this, JC walks with Davison on his shoulders but suddenly, his legs go out from under him and he collapses with Davison on top, landing directly on his head and neck. Davison wastes no time in turning him over and making a cover.


ONE!

JC tries to kick out but his leg weakly goes up and down.

TWO!

Thr---NO! JC manages to fire a shoulder up.

Terra Skye: This is bad. If his neck wasn't bad before, he just had 200+ pounds fall on it

Johnny Vegas: Damn it, we're gonna have to deal with Davison for even longer now, aren't we?

Terra Skye: Match isn't over yet, Johnny.

Boy: LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Johnny Vegas: Watch your mouth, Boy, if you like this job!

Boy: LIKE THIS JOB!?

JC has rolled over on his stomach and is attempting to pull himself away from Davison, but one of his legs is completely dead weight. Davison simply watches with a smirk on his face, and once JC manages to pull himself, with one leg noticeably limp behind him, Davison runs up and throws him face first into the cage, causing him to fall down and ruin all of his effort. JC is immediately opened up by the impact, with his eyebrow split open. He reaches out weakly while Davison stands there and taunts him, before aiming a single knuckle at the wound and hammering on it, then throwing JC into the cage again, practically dragging him over to do it.

Terra Skye: If I were Silent Cal, I'd consider stopping this.

Johnny Vegas: Are you kidding?

Terra Skye: JC can't walk, and he can't defend himself!

Johnny Vegas: Well it's his own dumbass fault for putting himself in there!

Davison looks to ram his head into the cage a third time, but JC has enough wherewithal to duck his head under his grasp and get behind, grabbing him in a waistlock. He doesn't so much throw Davison back with a German Suplex as he does maintain a grip and fall backward, so it doesn't get the full impact. He moves to his knees and tries to get up again, but Davison spins around and delivers another pointed elbow shot to the back of his neck, the hooks his head...TWISTED FAITH! Davison drops down and makes the cover!


ONE!


TWO!


THRE...NO! JC weakly gets his shoulder up, but it counts!

Terra Skye: I thought the champion would have had it there.

Johnny Vegas: I guess JC's too stupid for his own good.

Terra Skye: I thought you didn't want Davison to win?

Johnny Vegas: I don't, but he's still stupid.

Boy: AVALANCHE!

The champion gets to his feet as JC struggles to pull himself to the ropes, where he manages to use his upper body strength to pull his weight up. However even that's weak as he nearly falls back down. That's when the champion suddenly leaps up onto JC's back and locks in a rear naked choke, and the two crash down before Davison also locks in a bodyscissors, acting like a constrictor. The Answer rolls to try and get him off, but he's unable to power up onto his vertical base. Each time he tries, he falls back down and the hold gets locked in tighter. Knowing he has no leg strength right now, JC instead crawls military style with Davison on his back and begins to pull himself up the ropes. The champion refuses to relinquish the hold, even as JC begins to scale the cage wall. Once he's half way up the side of the cage, JC then pushes himself off and the two both fall to the mat, with JC's weight coming down onto the abdomen and groin of his opponent!

Terra Skye: Well that's one way to get out of it, holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: But he just hurt himself, the idiot!

Boy: LOUD NOISES!

JC crawls to the cage wall again and pulls himself up, and begins to shake his leg, hoping to get some feeling in it. Davison, after regaining his breath, runs up and clubs him in the neck from behind. He then scales the corner right to JC so that he has the high ground and hooks his head, spinning around with a TORNADO DDT! JC's head spikes into the mat and Davison covers!


ONE!


TWO!


Thr--NO!

Terra Skye: JC had to rotate his entire body in an unnautral position just to force Davison off, but he did it.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah but this thing has been all Ken for the last, I dunno, six or seven minutes.

Terra Skye: JC has said this is his chance at redemption so he's not going down without making the champion earn it.

Boy: GOTS TA GET PAID!

Davison grabs JC by the head and pulls him up this time, dragging him toward the ropes where he climbs up so that they are of similar height. He then slaps JC right across the face, before hitting him with a forearm. Then, an evil smirk forms on his face and he grabs JC by the throat.

Terra Skye: What in the world is he thinking?

Johnny Vegas: A chokeslam, really?

Ken attempts to hit JC with his own "Bitchslap" maneuver but he's unable to lift JC off the ground. JC gets enough of his bearings about him to see what's going on and he suddenly latches both of his hands onto the wrist of Davison. He looks up at the champion and suddenly smiles.

Terra Skye: That can't be good.

He moves his hands down and grabs two fingers on each side of the hand before SNAPPING THEM to each side! Davison falls down in agony, landing right on his knees, and JC then grabs the middle finger and bends it, the pain causing the champion to go along with it as he lowers the arm to the ground. He then lifts his bad leg up just enough for it to come crashing down HEEL FIRST on the now possibly broken finger! Davison immediately yanks his hand back and holds it. He spins around, attempting a back fist, but JC ducks it and grabs the arm, letting his inability to stand work for him as he falls down with the champion into a Fujiarwa armbar!

Johnny Vegas: How in the fuck...

Terra Skye: Davison got cocky and he paid for it!

Boy: BREAKIN THE LAW!

While still holding onto the armbar JC snakes a hand up Davison's arm and latches onto several of the fingers, bending them backward. Silent Cal gets in the champion's face, asking him if he wants to quit (or rather, miming it). Davison refuses, so JC lets go of the hold and bends the fingers to force the hand down to the mat, elbow pointed into the air. He then pushes with his upper arms to launch his lower half in the air and come down on the elbow with a knee!

Johnny Vegas: SICK!

Terra Skye: Not satisfied for Davison's fingers, he may have broken his arm there!

Johnny Vegas: Or at least made it useless in this match.

Boy: FLAWLESS VICTORY!

Terra Skye: Not yet, Boy.

JC gets to his knees and hoists Davison into a fireman's carry, trying once again to lift him with the bad neck and all of the champion's weight on him. He doesn't get a chance to see if he can, as Davison slides behind him then fires up an arm to hit him with a LOW BLOW!

Johnny Vegas: OH WHAT THE FUCK!?

Terra Skye: I don't like it either, but it is technically legal. It's not the first time JC's been hit there in a match with the champion, either.

Johnny Vegas: You think he would have worn a cup this time.

JC drops back down to his knees and then falls over in pain. Davison's holding his right arm, which might be useless at this point, and moves over. He hops down against JC and locks him in a crossface, a move that JC himself regularly uses! Davison wrenches back on the neck as JC cries out in pain, his neck being bent at an awkward angle! He struggles to fight it and attempts roll over, but when he does Davison is right back on it!

Terra Skye: I don't think anyone would think less of the challenger if he tapped out right now.

Johnny Vegas: JC would think less of himself and you know it.

Terra Skye: He's gotta think about his fiancee! Or his kid!

Johnny Vegas: If he were thinking about them, he wouldn't be out here!

JC begins to crawl again, trying to power to the ropes with Davison yanking on his injured neck. He grabs the bottom rope and pulls forward, but Davison is right back up and grabs the ankle of JC, dragging him back to the center. He dives down to put the hold on again but JC rolls out of the way, and scrambles to his knees. Davison charges in and JC elbows him in the midsection, before using his bent over body as leverage to push himself to his feet! He then pulls Davison inward and lifts him up just enough....TO HIT THE SCHISM! Davison's head is spiked into the mat and leaves a bloodstain when he falls. JC rolls him over and covers!


ONE!


TWO!


THRE---NO! Davison manages to barely get his shoulder up!


Terra Skye: HOW is JC able to keep doing this?

Johnny Vegas: How did Davison kick out, is the better question!

Terra Skye: think we're getting a good idea what that world title means to both men here tonight.

JC scoots away on his backside towards the corner, as Davison lies on his back, bleeding. He glances at the door and considers an exit, but shakes his head and begins slapping his thigh, indicating he's going to try the boot!

Johnny Vegas: He can't be serious.

Terra Skye: The man can barely walk, there's no way he can hit it.

Boy: FALAFEL!

Davison is dazed and pulls himself to his feet, and as soon as he turns around JC tries to get a running start...and promptly collapses, sucking the wind out of the entire room. Davison looks around, and wastes no time rolling JC onto his back, before grabbing the legs and stacking him up with a jackknife pin, all the weight and pressure on his opponent's neck!



ONE!!!



TWOO!!!



THREEE!!!!



Kelly Carmichael: HERE is your winner and STILLLLLLL the Carnage World Heavyweight Champion, GODLY KENNNNNNNN DAAAAAAAAVISON!

Johnny Vegas: SON OF A BITCH.

Terra Skye: It's disappointing, to be sure, but Davison earned that.

Johnny Vegas: I don't fucking care, I wanted him to lose.


“We Are The Champions” fills the arena as “Godly” Ken Davison slowly gets to his feet. He walks over to where the ringside attendants are and they hand him his World Championship. He puts the belt over his shoulder and calls for a microphone. While he waits, he signals for production to cut the music. The music cuts and Davison turns towards the center of the ring.

“Godly” Ken Davison: First of all, JC, you are one tough son of a bitch. We’re going to do this again of these days. I promise you that.

JC is seen walking to the back, a grimace on his face.

“Godly” Ken Davison: That having been said, I’ve got some unfinished business to attend to. In order to move forward, I have to look backward. Adrienne Levi, I want you to come out here and have word with me.

Johnny Vegas: Oh come on.. JUST GO AWAY...

The house lights dimmed as Waterproof Blonde’s lead singer Rachel Hagen declared, “Inside me a light was turned on, then I was alive!!” Right at that instant, the lights flashed back on in a purple hue as Just Close Your Eyes went into its electric chorus. Adrienne Levi comes out onto the stage, a little worse for wear from her encounter with Alex Winter.

“Godly” Ken Davison: You and me, Adrienne, we don’t see eye to eye and I get the reasons why. Remember on Twitter when I was taunting you with "I know something you don’t know?"

Adrienne graciously accepts a microphone from a stage worker before turning her attention to Ken.

Adrienne Levi: Ken. Just spit it out already.

“Godly” Ken Davison: What you didn’t know was that I went and asked for a rematch, this time with the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship on the line.

The crowd reacts with sudden surprise. However, Adrienne acts nonplussed at this development. However, she hesitates a little on the microphone before asserting herself.

Adrienne Levi: Ken, that certainly isn’t the norm of doing things. Once more, though, you’ve underestimated me. You go on and on about years in the business and fail to realize that I signed my first contract at nineteen years old. It’s something I’ve said quite a few times but … many of my opponents have … selective hearing.

She pauses.

Adrienne Levi: So I expected that eventually your pride would demand satisfaction. It’s what you did with Myra Lynwood and as is your nature, here you are again. However, I’ll say this until you understand: I don’t play by your rules. I do not accept your challenge.

Ade steps forward with a knowing smile.

Adrienne Levi: Because I know something YOU don’t know.

She drops the microphone and departs without another look to Ken Davison. Davison stands in the ring with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Godly” Ken Davison: Go ahead and walk away, I was going to have the last word on this anyway. Just remember, when you walk away from opportunity, it’s not always there when you’re ready to come back to it.
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Another Chaos in the books, Bert McAloy stood outside the Carnage Arena enjoying a joint full of some random sativa strain Matt had given him awhile back. At the reminder of his friend, Bert lifts a hand and touches the bandage over the wound given to him by Knox and Beam, before shaking his head and releasing some of the herbal smelling smoke into the chilly Baltimore air.

He still couldn’t quite believe the events that had transpired earlier, with his friend throwing their boss through a window while he and Belle were going over press notes and formulating some things for Carnage Insider and Havoc alike. A frown tugged at his features as he fought back the worry bubbling in the pit of his stomach using the indignant anger he felt toward his best friend.

“Bert? Are you ok?”

Belle Silva comes up behind Bert, standing next to him and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, “It was a crazy night wasn’t it?”

Bert exhales another puff, offering the joint to Belle as he coughs a bit, nodding to her question.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No shit it got crazy, huh? Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, but you know Chris is gonna do somethin to fire back over this and it’s gonna hurt all of us, yo.”

Belle nods and takes the joint from Bert, considering it briefly before taking a small hit and handing it back to Bert.

“It’s been years…”

She exhales and coughs slightly, “I’d be lying though if I said that I wasn’t worried about Matt more than our boss at the moment. He took losing that shot so hard and I just haven’t seen him like this before. I thought Zephyr was intense…” She shudders slightly as she mentions Zephyr’s name.

“He shoulders the world, and when he missteps he feels like the earth shifts.” Bert says, taking the joint and a hit as he considers his words, “If Matt wins, we win and we’re happy. If Matt loses, he’s made us all miserable and he crawls inside himself.”

“This was a big loss, so he crawled pretty deep. Deep as when we met. I think it all just.. Lined up too familiar to him, you know? So that voice in his head, it screamed louder than it has for awhile. If it weren’t for everyone here he would have had a needle in his arm. Stupid bastard.”

Belle winces slightly at the imagery of a needle sticking out of anyone’s arm. “Is that bandage from where he started digging?” Belle gestures toward Bert’s head injury, accepting the joint and passing it back after another hit. Bert’s fingers go up and touch the bandage again, he nods quietly, accepting the joint back.

“He might be off the needle but he has a taste for pills. Some of it’s real, his body is a wreck. You know it takes him thirty minutes to get feeling in his hands every day? But most of it, is taking the edge off…” another puff, and he flicks the roach, “But enough about Knox and his demons..how’s Zeph?”

Belle pauses to consider, taking her eyes of Bert and staring off into the distance, “She’s… Still the same. Mia says she can wake her up, but won’t go into details about it. I guess I deserve that, I’ve been blaming her for this entire thing. But… I just don’t know. Mia says The Institute are the people that turned Zeph into a… Monster for lack of a better term. Zeph didn’t really like to speak about it and said that she’d take care of it as soon as she was cleared. Now?”

She sighs, “Now I just don’t know.”

“And I think it’s about the time you two found out…”

The voice sounds ice cold as Su appears out of the shadows, a flock of The Chosen behind her. Bert, being more heart than brains, instantly steps in front of Belle, puffing his chest out and staring at the group. He recognized Su from all those crazy fuckin promos leading up to Chaos One Hundred. This isn’t good.

“Show’s over yo, we aren’t doing interviews. Not even for the crazies.”

Su laughs lightly, the sound light, acidic, and poisonous. “Oh, Mr. Bert McAlroy, if only it were that simple!” Belle’s face pales, her eyes wide with fright, and her body overtaken by fear. Su motions to her and smiles, “Ask your fellow reporter here that when I’m around, it doesn’t mean interviews. It doesn’t mean catching up while smoking illicit materials, and it doesn’t mean that ANYTHING is over. WE are far from ‘over.’” With another gesture The Chosen members surround the two reporters.

“Now as cliché as it all sounds, there’s two ways this is going to happen. You come willingly to hear out what The Institute has to offer you. Or we TAKE you to hear what The Institute will DO to you. It’s time to choose.”

Su smiles as the group closes around the two reporters. Bert would look around, and gulp. He then leaps forth, and clocks the closest dude in the jaw for all he’s worth as he yells.

“Belle, run yo!!” and in an instant, another has snatched him by his throat, but Bert knocks his hand away and kicks the dude in the nuts, taking him to Dick Kick City! He then elbows another dude before they start bashing on Bert, the numbers game overwhelming him in record time!

Torn between helping her colleague and running for help, Belle pauses before she turns and runs right into Su! Zephyr’s twin smiles, an expression of sick joy covering her features, “You have no idea how much I was personally hoping you’d choose option two. I’ve been looking forward to this since you chained me to that behemoth behind the announce table you sister stealing BITCH.”

Su’s voice is menacing and quiet as Belle takes a swing, only for it to be caught easily by Su, who then delivers a kick straight to the exposed ribs of Belle! Belle’s eyes go wide with sudden pain as she stumbles back and falls to the ground, Su standing over her and ready to deliver a final blow.

“The things that The Institute has planned for you Belle, it just… It really makes whatever is left of my soul sing; and as you lie twisted, screaming in agony for someone to save you, rest assured I will be there to laugh at your every pitiful attempt to keep yourself sane.”

Just as Su is about to put an end to the voice of the Legion, she feels a white hot pain in the side of her head as The Dragon Lady has appeared from nowhere seemingly, delivering a leaping thrust kick to the apparent leader of the attackers, she turns to Belle and says simply.

“Go.”

Before turning and dashing into the crowd gathered around putting the boots to Bert on the ground, yanking the first one back and headbutting him before laying into the rest with a flurry of kicks, and elbows. Eventually Bert is able to get out from under the boots of his attackers, punching one in the kneecap as he gets up eliciting a cry of pain from the bastard!

Su snarls as she recovers, joining in on the fray and tearing Dragon Lady from the member of The Chosen she was on. With razor sharp nails, Su swipes at Dragon Lady’s face, who is able to dodge quickly. Rolling her eyes, Su grabs a small bag from a pouch she is wearing and throws it on the ground, a bright light stunning Dragon Lady long enough for Su get a running start and jump on top of Dragon Lady, bringing her to the ground and raking her dagger like nails across DL’s face!

TDL yells in pain, before snatching Su by her collar and yanking her down for a vicious headbutt! Bert meanwhile has managed to get to Belle, only to be snatched by another member of the goon squad. He braces for another blow.. That doesn’t come. The goon yells as he is thrown into rest of his cohorts, and between the reporters and SSRI now stands an angry, imposing Matt Knox.

“Get Belle outta here, Bert.” he shifts his eyes to Su “And you should probably stop doing that stupid shit, too.”

Su snarls, “Like a washed up failure of a man could tell me what to do. What was that I heard earlier about letting your own demons get the better of you, bringing the people around you further down than they already are?”

As she speaks the fallen members of The Chosen rise and join her.

“You need to start picking your battles better, ‘hero.’”

With that Su and The Chosen charge Matt Knox and The Dragon Lady while Bert helps Belle up to her feet. Knox and TDL both charge to meet them, TDL going to reengage with Su as Matt takes the brunt of the Chosen, dishing out a precise mix of offensive and defensive moves, throwing bodies into other bodies, ducking what blows he can and covering up the rest. It’s an absolute melee in the parking lot! Some fans have started filming with their iPhones!

Dragon Lady nails Su with a roundhouse, before going to sweep her legs out from under her but Su manages to leap over the offending leg and pays TDL a stiff kick to the face, causing her to fall back but TDL manages to roll through it, charging back in to exchange blows with Su! Meanwhile, Bert has snatched Belle by the wrist and is dragging her away

“We gotta dip, yo!!”

Belle looks torn, "But what about them? We have to help!"

“Go!!” Matt bellows from his spot shoving and kicking the horde of thugs away from himself. Dragon Lady gets lucky and manages to monkeyflip Su away from herself, she rushes over and shoves Bert and Belle in a general ‘away’ direction. Unable to do anything else, Belle follows Bert away from the chaos and they nearly run into Kyra Johnson as she’s coming from the direction they’re heading in.

Belle casts a frightened look behind them as she says frantically to Kyra, “Knox… Dragon Lady… Institute tried to kidnap us…”

Kyra looks behind them at the brawl and shakes her head.

“Oh, for fucks sake…”

Never one to back down from a good fight, she walks past Bert and Belle and grabs the nearest member of The Chosen, smashing them over the head with her bottle of liquor! She then pulls a goon off of Knox, and pays him a hard right hand! Before long, she and Knox have split the goons down the middle, Kyra’s offense a lot uglier than Knox’s, made up of fists and headbutts, even throwing goons into other goons. Knox’s educated feet and Maui Thai training have him concussing the thugs. Eventually, he sees a window and rushes Su, going to assist TDL. He leaps, nailing Su in the back of the head with a knee strike that sends her stumbling from TDL as he stands by her, sliding into a fighting stance.

“Leave, you batty Jim Jones cosplaying bitch!” he snarls. Su smiles as she turns to Knox, an expression that is enough to turn the warmest blood ice cold.

“Leave? Oh, but Knox, we’ve only just begun.”

A cold breeze sweeps through as Su begins to laugh and Arkhan melts out of the shadows to stand behind Su.

“Meet Arkhan,” Su’s voice carries with it a sense of trepidation as she turns to the monster. “You know what to do my brother.” She pats him on the shoulder and then stands to the side as Arkhan takes a few steps to stand in front of her, coming between her and the pair of Knox and Dragon Lady.

“Listen here, big fella. Your batty bitch sister, just tried to hurt my friends. We don’t got to hurt you, you can walk them outta here.“ he sneers, stepping forward “Or I can break your arm, your jaw, and your ankle. In that order.”

Arkhan stares at Knox, eye to eye before his lips curl into a smile and clocks Dragon Lady in the side of the head before delivering an elbow to the side of Knox’s head! Knox stumbles, but seeing Dragon Lady get flattened sparks something in him, and he rocks Arkhan with a superkick, before leaping at him and raining blows onto the side of his head. Kyra Johnson rushes to check on Dragon Lady, having handled the goons.

Knox and Arkhan continue going back and forth, both big men rocking the other with hard blows! Knox ducks under a wild swing, and Arkhan turns into a roundhouse by Knox, who then kicks him in the gut hard enough to double him over and then nails him with a hard Axe kick to the back of his neck! But the big man does not go down, instead he straightens up and snatches Knox by the throat, lifting him up and squeezing for all he’s worth!

Kyra has risen and begins brawling with Su, the two exchanging rights and lefts. Kyra looks pissed that she has to deal with this, Su looks sadistic, absolutely sick. She is enjoying herself! The Chosen have gotten to their feet and now just watch, silently, creepily. Knox manages to free himself by lifting his legs and kicking Arkhan in the sternum, but is dropped unceremoniously. Arkhan looms over him as Kyra and Dragon Lady recover, ready for round two…

Before anything else can happen though a figure runs through the group, dashing up to Arkhan, delivering an uppercut right under his chin! A metallic clink can be heard as the figure drops a set of brass knuckles as the big man staggers back, Su quickly running up to check on him but stops as she sees the figure take off the hood…

Zephyr Quinn stands across from her twin, the two matching murderous glares. Su’s voice cuts through the silence, acidic to all it touches, “We have the numbers. You have liabilities…”

Zephyr glances back behind her as Knox stands and brushes himself off, joining Kyra and Dragon Lady. She smiles back at her sister, just as Zach van Owen, Dorian Hawkhurst, and Jimmy Allen join Zephyr. “I think it’s time for you to run.”

Su considers the group for a moment before she gestures to The Chosen and they all disappear into the night without another word.

CHAOS 102 CREDITS:

Segment - Cater Crashing - Matt/Carl/Babs2

Opening - Matt

Segment - The Dance - Jim/Carl

Match 1 - Leon/Ryan Vs. Strife/Hawke - Elijah

Segment - Second Chances - Mia/Sil

Segment - Happily Ever..Now? - Jazzy/Jim

Match 2 - Cortes Vs. Knox - Matt

Segment - Cheers - Mia/Chris

Segment - A Preposition - Jess

Match 3 - Heart/King Vs. Michaels/Bane - Matt

Segment - Window Pain - Matt

Match 4 - Levi Vs. Winter - Matt

Segment - Beyond The Belle - Mia/Steve

Segment - Sus - Dustin/Babs/Ken

Match 5 - Matthews Vs. Ahyma - Steve

Segment - Dealing with Perception - Steve

Match 6 - Davison Vs. JC - Joe

Post Match Segment - N/A - Ken/Elijah

Post Show Segment - Kidnappings, Confrontations, and Advents - Oh my! - Mia/SSRI/Matt/TDL/Babs (Im sorry if I forgot anyone!)