Chaos 103 Results

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Terra Skye: Wow, it's hard to believe it's already the go-home show for Ultimate Carnage! Tonight's gonna be one hell of a night!

Johnny Vegas: You always say that.

Boy: PISSY PANTS!

Terra Skye: Oh come on, there's always something going on on Chaos. You can't deny that. But just think about it for a moment, everyone.. We're heading into Ultimate Carnage SIX! This year has been a BIG year for Carnage Wrestling, and the future is looking bright!

Johnny Vegas: You ALWAYS say that.

Terra Skye: Is that all you're gonna say?! Christ sake.

Johnny Vegas: Listen here, Ray Payne of ALL people got his own fucking show, apparently the Masked Debaters are fucking multiplying like rabbits... Those two fucks are still champions... WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO?!

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE!

Johnny Vegas: NO! Not Mothers, not Dylans! NO! SHUT YOUR GIANT HEMORRHOID LOOKING ASS UP BOY!

Boy: ....Horse Gravy with Chickpeas and sausage links!

Terra Skye: Wow. Things have gone to shit already. Nice. Well, we've got five matches on the card for you tonight and what do you two say we just go ahead and get straight into it?

Johnny Vegas: Good by me, but are we actually going to get into the show... or are you wrong again?

Terra Skye: I don't know! Get off my fucking back about it!

Boy: Does mother know you weareth her drapes?

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We see C$J walking thru the spaced out "Legion" for the go home show tonight with security. They stop right near the front row where we see a few gentlemen in suits, and one very odd addition to their group. Wearing a very stylish gray suit and shades is Trent Steel. He's well groomed for a change and has his hair pulled back as he waves to C$J.

C$J: I thought I told you to stay home. You deliberately disobeyed me on Havoc and now you show up here. I am beginning to think Mr. Steel that you are wanting to get fired.

Trent Steel: Now you see gentlemen. Don't you agree, that this man is to wound up. I'm not causing a disturbance. I'm not causing any issue. All I am doing is enjoying the show and...

C$J: Get up. Get your crap. Get the hell out of my arena...

Trent Steel: I don't think you should be talking to me that way Chris...

C$J: That's Mr. St. James to you jackass.

Trent Steel: Now. See. That was rude.

Trent gets up as security reaches out and Trent holds up his hands.

Trent Steel: First off, you know good and well if I wanted to I will break your damn bones if you touch me. Secondly, these gentlemen here are as my guests. We'll be leaving shortly, but you might recognize them Chris...

C$J shifts his gaze from Trent to the other gentlemen in suits and his eyes get wide.

C$J: It's our advertising firm head, our executive for pay per view, and our local city councilman...How lovely to see you all. Why are they here Trent?

Trent Steel: Oh you didn't hear the news. I am not surprised. It's really hush hush, but by tomorrow morning you're going to hear about a little windfall I will be receiving along with a new job. You see...All of those people. They wanna stay really good friends of mine. I'm gonna be changing a lot of things in this town. I've grown to like the local culture. Which me working here is part of that.

C$J: Look, Trent...we can talk about this. You have to understand the position that I'm in here. The safety of...

Trent Steel: Safety? After you letting Jack Micheals run into the ring...you think I'm dangerous?! My dear boy...let me explain this to you in a way that you will understand. You will book me for Ultimate Carnage Six...

C$J: I'm sorry Trent, but all the matches are made...my hands are tied really.

Trent Steel: Nah, your hands aren't tied...but your head is up your ass as per usual from someone who doesn't know what the fuck he is doing.

C$J: Now you are beginning to piss me off.

Trent Steel: Piss you off? In the words of my good friend whose recovering from being shot..."No Bitch!" I haven't even started with you yet. The one thing in my life that I have earned Chris...is my reputation for being a fucking bastard. You fucked around with the wrong mother fucker. You got upset with people making fun of you on Twitter and decided to punish me? Your pissed off...I feel pissed on...which is what you are going to feel when I am done with you. Your life. Your joy. Everything you care about Chris. I'm going to make you feel my pain. I'm going to make you beg for mercy! I'm going to tear your soul apart and shit on it with a smile...

C$J and Trent look like they are about to come to blows.

C$J: Get out of here before I fire you.

Trent Steel: Fire me and I'll sue your ass for every dime you had the possibility of making mother fucker. You got twenty four hours to book me in a match for Ultimate Carnage Six or I am going to hit this place with every legal injunction to shut it down!
This isn't a game to me Chris! This is my world! This is my home! THIS IS MY FEDERATION!!! You...fix this...or I fix you.

With that Trent walks off along with the executives. C$J is visibly upset at this.

C$J: Oh I'll fix you mother fucker...

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All six competitors stand still as they take in the atmosphere.

Terra Skye: This has been building for months. Originally, this was just to settle some beef between Kat Jones and Matt Knox but the gravity of this situation was very apparent. These two teams have each other’s backs.

Johnny Vegas: The so-called Set are just opportunists looking to capitalize on the Wild Card’s photogenic qualities and superb successes.

Boy: MOTHER!!!

Terra Skye: Quiet. Both of you. I can’t think of a better way to open this show. A culmination of two diametrically opposing squads … inside of a steel cage!

The screaming legion in attendance. The unforgiving steel that now surrounded their world. Matthew Knox bounces on his toes, eyes shifting between the members of the Wild Cards. And with one final bounce, he charges in and catches his opponents off guard! He nails Cyrus Riddle with a superkick, before planting his foot and spinning to nail Steve Matthews with a discus elbow!

Steve Matthews leaps in, spearing Knox into a corner. Levi and Silvio are initially shook by Knox’s actions, but dive in as Cyrus and Kat get to their feet. Silvio nails Cyrus with a clothesline, following through and leaping onto the second rope, flying back with a lionsault that nails Cyrus perfectly! Adrienne gets into a brawl with Kat Jones, driving her back at first due to her being stunned by Knox.

Kat manages to turn the tide, though as she spins and shoves Ade into the corner, where she begins to stomp a mudhole in the Baltimore City Champ! Steve Matthews snatches Knox out of the corner, and is the first to use the cage as he throws Knox into it! Knox’s head bounces off the mesh, before he crashes into the mat. Matthews is relentless, as he mounts Knox and begins raining right hands down on his head! Suddenly, Silvio Leon flies in with a dropkick to Steve’s head, having separated from Cyrus Riddle!

Terra Skye: This is a pier six brawl. No tags. Just a mass of humanity beating the hell out of each other. It’s hard to tell who has the advantage yet as the fighting is quick and furious. All of these competitors are very familiar with each other!

Johnny Vegas: The Set will blow it like their glorious leader Matt Knox.

Terra Skye: I can see that you’ve bought into Steve Matthews’ diatribes.

Boys: DIABEETUS.

Terra Skye: No, Boy. We don’t talk about pre-existing conditions here. Bad Boy.

Cyrus has gone to join Kat, pulling Adrienne Levi out of the corner they set her up, and spike Levi’s head with a double DDT! They both kip up, and pull her with them. This time, they go to lift her for a double vertical suplex, but as they go to drop her, Matt Knox has gotten to his feet and catches Levi, yanking her from their grip and letting the sadistic twins bump themselves on their back. He, however, follows this up by dropping Levi on Cyrus Riddle with a scoop slam!

Terra Skye: Knox just used Levi to inflict some major damage on Riddle!

Johnny Vegas: Rumor is that Levi loves being used.

Terra Skye: I can’t wait for the lawsuits. I just can’t fucking wait.

Knox then helps Levi up, apologizing for utilizing her as a weapon. He motions for her to start an escape attempt, going as far as boosting her onto his shoulders to give her a big head start on the climb. Levi begins to ascend, just as Cyrus Riddle and Kat begin to double team Knox. He holds his ground for a moment but a low blow by Kat takes the fight out of the Raven and soon enough, he’s on one knee while the two smaller competitors rain fists down on the back of his head and neck.

Johnny Vegas: Punch him right in his tiny bird dick, Kat! Yeah!

Terra Skye: The bar is set so low for commentary and yet, we aren’t capable of reaching it.

Silvio Leon meanwhile has grounded Steve Matthews with a superkick, and measures him. As Matthews gets up, Silvio dashes toward the cage wall, leaping up and kipping off it, nailing Steve with an epic superman punch!!! Steve goes back down to the mat, instantly holding his jaw and looking worse for wear! Meanwhile, Adrienne Levi has reached the top of the cage, and looks back at the double team still going on with Matt Knox and the Sadistic twins. She stands up on the edge of the cage, and crosses herself.

Terra Skye: No no no, she can’t be thinking of doing this. Don’t do it, Adrienne!!!

Johnny Vegas: Fuckin fall off!

With that, Adrienne Levi launches herself with a death defying moonsault!

Boy: HOLY SHIT!

Matt Knox sees the move and braces, snatching Kat and Cyrus and holding them in place. Adrienne gets all of it, Knocking Knox and the Siblings crashing down! Knox got the least of it, and is instantly crawling to Levi along with Silvio who has rushed over. After a short conference, Knox and Silvio help Adrienne to her feet and head to the cage door. Silent Cal complies instantly, opening the door and helping Levi out. Adrienne Levi escapes the cage, but doesn’t make it far as she flops down by a guard rail, holding the back of her head.

Terra Skye: Adrienne Levi may have turned the tide for her team … but she’s also out of the match!!

Johnny Vegas: What a baby.

Terra Skye: This is now effectively a handicap match...

Knox motions for Silvio to exit as well, when suddenly all three Wild Cards are on their feet and rush the two remaining members of The Set! Knox and Silvio begin fighting back as Cal closes the door of the cage, locking it once more. Steve Matthews gets a measure of revenge on Silvio as he and Cyrus send the Oracle into the steel cage! Silvio bounces off, sprawling on the mat before Steve Matthews and Cyrus begin raining hard shots on him!

Terra Skye: Silvio has been near unstoppable but no man can withstand a two on one beat down like this!

Johnny Vegas: I’m starting to love this.

Knox and Kat brawl, Kat striking with ferocity and Knox doing his best to cover up before he sees an opening, and nails her with a european uppercut that spins here, and nails her with a backstabber! He kips to his feet just in time for Steve Matthews to nail him with The Perfect Hit! Steve directs traffic then, sending Cyrus to the door. Cyrus goes over, and Cal opens the door for the Wild Cards to even the score.

Terra Skye: Cyrus Riddle has just escaped the cage. Not sure about that strategy but it looks like the Wild Cards have a strategy here to get the win.

Johnny Vegas: Nah, I see what is going on. Cyrus has got some nasty intentions and I can’t wait!

Boy: EGG ROLLS.

Cyrus has a vicious gleam in his eye though, as he stalks Adrienne Levi. However, he doesn’t see Mitch Heart leap the guard rail, holding a lead pipe that he uses to ring Cyrus’ bell!!

Terra Skye: MITCH FUCKIN’ HEART!

Johnny Vegas: Oh great, the epitome of rage and male pattern baldness has joined us. This is against the rules!!

Terra Skye: In a cage match? Are you high, Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: You bet.

The fans pop at the Ace of Hearts as he yells out in a righteous fury!!

Mitch then spies Steve Matthews going to make his exit, and charges forth, nailing the cage door with a shoulder tackle that sends it smashing into Steve Matthew’s face, opening him up!

Johnny Vegas: Bullshit! This is a 4 on 1 mugging!!!

Terra Skye: Wow.

Mitch then backs off after being admonished by Cal, hovering near Levi and looking out for any more bullshit. In the ring, as Steve Matthews gets to his feet, checking his wound Silvio runs up behind him, nailing him with a german suplex! Silvio then kips up and goes to nail Matthews with a superkick as he gets up but Kat comes flying in, nailing him with a flying forearm!

Matthew Knox is not far behind, once again taking up a brawl with Kat. He yells for Silvio to go and after he shakes the cobwebs, the Oracle nods and begins climbing the cage. Steve Matthews gets up, and follows after him. The two get to the top of the cage almost simultaneously, swinging their legs over. Steve Matthews swings first, nailing Silvio with a closed fist. Silvio fires back! The two trade blows in the most precarious of positions! Silvio gains the upper hand with an unusually brutal headbutt! He seems energized by the cheers of the fans, as if their energy is driving whatever drives him. 

Johnny Vegas: Oh come on, its the first fucking match of the show and you’re going to take away our table!

Terra Skye: Just get out of the way!

Boy: VAMOOSE LIKE A MOOSE!

Silvio gets to his feet, balancing on the cage. He pulls Matthews up as well. He looks once more at his destination, shouts “GOOD LUCK, MATT!”. That little lapse in concentration allows Steve to fire back with his own headbutt. However, the impact staggers Steve and falls backwards off the cage. Silvio instictively drops down to grab onto Steve's hand but its too late. He falls off too. Steve crashes into the announcer's table. Silvio breaks his fall by landing on top of Steve!! Silvio flops around, arching his back in pain. Mitch Heart runs over to his NEW injured friend, dropping down to check on him with Cal.

Terra Skye: Steve Matthews has been taken out! But … so has Silvio!

Johnny Vegas: Smooth. Silvio spilt my drink, that fucking punk.

Terra Skye: Now it’s down to just Kat Jones and Matt Knox. Had a feeling it would shake out like this.

In the ring, Knox looks stunned for a moment. He shakes his head and turns his attention to Kat.

Kat Jones instantly jabs Knox in the eye with her thumb, and begins digging blows into his midsection. She hauls off and kicks him in the kneecap, dropping the big man to one knee. She goes to nail the KAT-ASTROPHRE but Knox manages to lift her off her feet, and drive her into the cage, before nailing her with a Northern Lights Suplex! He then kips up, favoring the knee a moment before stalking Kat with a murderous glint in his eye. Ref Jeff, who has been trying to be run over by the action in the ring checks on Kat who shoves him away. She gets to her feet slowly, only for Knox to snatch her in the Cobra Clutch and nail The Downfall! He crawls over, and goes for the pin, hooking Kat’s leg.

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Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners….The Set!!!

Johnny Vegas: BULLSHIT!

Terra Skye: The Wild Cards proved they belonged tonight but the Set was too much for them. You have to wonder where Mr. Winter was as he watched his team get taken apart. Silvio, the new #1 contender for the World title may have put that status in jeopardy with that huge powerbomb into the announcer’s table. And Adrienne Levi could have ended her career with that moonsault. That was just dangerous.

Johnny Vegas: That loser Mitch stuck his nose into an issue he didn’t belong.

Boy: MEOW MEOW MEOW.

Johnny Vegas: That’s right, he’s a pussy!

Terra Skye: That’s such malarky, Johnny. This cage match delivered and Matt Knox fought with one of the most dangerous competitors in the business and SOMEHOW came out on top.

Matthew Knox rolls off Kat, instantly heading to the door. Cal opens it, and Knox hops out. He walks past the ref, and kneels. He begins fishing something out from under the ring, producing a small black bag. He heads back into the ring, and snatches Kat by her hair, dragging her to the nearest cage wall. He kneels, and reaches into the bag. He produces two sets of handcuffs! Knox cuffs each of Kat’s wrists to the cage, before standing and stepping back out. He grabs the microphone off Kelly Carmichael as he reaches the announce area.

Matt Knox: Sorry about the table, Terra. ..now, Kat. I know your ears are ringing, but I hope you learned a fucking lesson tonight. Now you know, you, your brother, and this poodle haired, unconscious bitch are no match for The Set. You’re no match for me. And now, to conclude the lesson...enjoy the rest of the show from your exclusive skybox.

And with that, Knox snatches the cage controls from an agitated Boy. He presses the button and slowly, the cage, and Kat, are lifted into the air! Kat screams and yells more in anger than fear as Knox tosses the cage control out into the crowd, before going to join the rest of the Set. the four help one another up the ramp, stopping a moment to raise each other’s arms in the air as the Legion cheers!

Terra Skye: No comment on what we just saw here.

Johnny Vegas: Matt Knox, you took it too far. First, Jack Michaels - then this bullshit display. You’re an oblong asshole blight on life, Knox!!

Terra Skye: ...okay. Like I said. No comment on this. Alex Winter will need to really rally the troops after this defeat but I have a feeling his silence indicates a plot.

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The camera pans around the backstage hallways, taking in what is an expected view. Well, except for one thing, or person, as it were. Eden Morgan-Baal strolls nonchalantly through the hallway, the sound of her heels echoing off the walls around here. There was no attempt to hide or be quiet, just her wandering around to see who she might run into or what she might find to occupy her time.

Every now and then she stops in front of a door and studies it for a moment. Cocking her head to the side, she glances down and shuffles through a few name plaques in her hand, deciding on one before removing the one she’d been looking at and sliding a different one in its place. With a satisfied smile, she continues on, the camera moving to show all the rooms she’d already passed that are now entirely mislabeled. Stopping before what is labeled as a janitor’s closet, she fishes through the remaining plaques she holds until she finds the one for Matt Knox.

Eden Morgan-Baal: Ah. Perfect.

She reaches up to slide the current label out, pushing Knox’s name plaque into its new home. Just in time for the door to open up, and a decidedly battered looking Knox, fresh from the opening cage match steps into the doorway, holding an ice pack to his head. He stiffens, seeing Eden there, eyes going from her face, to her hands. He raises an eyebrow, and chuckles before speaking.

Matt Knox: Are we actually doing this? We’ve devolved to a prank war?

Eden shrugs, entirely unbothered by the fact that he’d caught her in the act.

Eden Morgan-Baal: Hey, I had to do something to entertain myself. You guys were putting me to sleep.

She displays an extremely fake yawn, covering her mouth with the stolen name plaques.

Eden Morgan-Baal: But as you can see, I’m here as promised. As is Gabriel, he’s still being terribly bored watching the show. I was off to get popcorn and got distracted.

She holds the name plaques up in front of his face. Matt can’t help but laugh out loud at that, tossing the ice pack over his shoulder, and crossing his arms as he sizes her up.

Matt Knox: You are certainly a character. Can’t see why you’re so reviled over at that other place...UGCWIAKSPFIE or whatever it’s called. JC’s weekend gig. I’m not surprised at you and your husband being sleepy though. I was a terrible student, always fell asleep in class. So, i get why getting schooled was putting you to bed.

He plucked one of the plaques from her hand, reading it to himself. Garbage Fence. This would most assuredly end up in an incident for the whole backstage staff. He tossed it aside.

Matt Knox: So, this a tag i’m it thing? We escalating this to where I attack you next time? Then you come here, attack me? Then it escalates to match interruptions...or we just formulating an awkward friendship?

Eden Morgan-Baal: UGWC, dear, but you know that already, it’s simply the latest of your many half-assed measures to try to get under my skin. It takes more than that. I’m sorry to hear you were an awful student, you’ll never make it at this rate. What a shame.

She glances down at her nails and then back up at him, shrugging.

Eden Morgan-Baal: You know, I haven’t really given much thought to what ‘this’—

She indicates back and forth between them.

Eden Morgan-Baal: — is, but seeing as it’s something that seems to weigh heavily on your mind, let me work it out for you.

Eden takes a step closer to him which forces her to angle her neck to look up at him, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.

Eden Morgan-Baal: If you were to show up to attack me, you’ll find very quickly it’s a move you’ll come to regret. Because despite the fact that I am quite reviled in UGWC, as you so astutely pointed out, I am what you might call a legend there, and while you’ve flirted with the idea of igniting a war between the companies, I’m not sure you’re entirely prepared for what comes if you actually cross that line. Which tells me you’re smarter than you look.

She smiles.

Eden Morgan-Baal: So I suppose, since you’re not going to take that leap even though I’ve wasted my time with you, we can consider that awkward friendship— oh no, I can’t even joke about that.

She laughs, doubling over, even reaching out to steady herself with his arm.

Eden Morgan-Baal: That was a good one.

Matt’s eyebrow, which had managed to relax, is once again arched as he watches the woman yell at..a joke? He thinks? She thinks. Shaking his head, he speaks once more.

Matt Knox: Legend bar set that low over there? Explains plenty. But, look. All this posturing. All this verbal vomit. It doesn’t mean a thing. No, I don’t know what happens with a war between companies. Won’t pretend otherwise. But don’t think I’m unafraid to make that leap...in fact.

He pays her a knowing smile, mischievous glint in his eye.

Matt Knox: Maybe, you’ll get to see how willing I am to jump sooner than you think, Mrs Morgan-Baal. I wonder, then if you’ll hide behind more pomp and circumstance...Or if i’ll finally be able to see the person who had the guts to face down their company’s detractor, above even their champions.

Eden presses her lips together, starts to say something and then reconsiders. Instead, she opens her hand, dropping the remaining name plaques at his feet.

Eden Morgan-Baal: I guess we’ll see what happens, won’t we? You know where to find me. Let’s see if you’re ready to make that leap. Just remember, you heard what I said to my roster. I am the fire that burns through that company. Think long and hard before you bring that to your door. Got it, sweetie?

She reaches up and impulsively taps his nose, effectively booping him before backing away.

Eden Morgan-Baal: Don’t make me wait too long, Knox. I’ve been awfully bored lately.

Knox twitches his nose, and chuckles at the absurdity. He nods, paying her a friendly smile. He lets the silence hang in the air, before speaking finally.

Matt Knox: Far as your husband, get the big pre-bagged kettle corn. The stuff they shovel into the paper bags has been there since this morning.

Eden raises an eyebrow, surprised he was being helpful, and not just a little suspicious. She hesitates a moment and then nods, returning the smile.

Eden Morgan-Baal: Good looking out. Careful, Knox, you might actually make me begrudgingly like you.

She makes a face at him and walks away, leaving him to his ice pack and the name plaques.

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“Money” by Pink Floyd hits the speakers as C$J makes his way out on stage to a chorus of boos from the Carnage Legion.

Terra Skye: C$J getting no love from The Legion tonight and in all honesty, I can’t blame anyone for booing that monster of a man.

Boy: RAT!

Johnny Vegas: Don’t eat me! Wait… Rat King isn’t here…

Terra sighs.

Terra Skye: No, if you have been paying any attention to Twitter recently, our esteemed boss has made quite a few colorful comments, namely to “kick the hornets nest,” targeting the likes of Baltimore Champion Adrienne Levi and Jack Michaels.

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?! Leave Jack alone!

C$J soaks it all in, basking in all of the jeers. Smirking he climbs into the ring, grabbing a mic from the ringside tech.

C$J: Carnage Legion, it’s great to see each and every one of your smiling faces.

The Legion starts to boo but C$J only smirks wider and continues without missing a beat.

C$J: A lot of words have been spoken via Twitter, in person, and through the actions of others. Originally, this was supposed to be a celebration of a career of one of my employees, Alex Winter, who has hands down, been the ONLY member of the roster who…


The crowd pops as Zephyr Quinn marches out on stage a look of downright hatred on her face.

Terra Skye: In case you missed it Johnny…

Johnny Vegas: PSYCHO BITCH IS BACK!

Boy: BUNNY!

Terra sighs but continues what she was saying.

Terra Skye: Zephyr had used Belle’s Twitter account to get C$J to agree to this meeting. The two of them alone and face to face.

Johnny Vegas: Knew that…

Zephyr grabs a mic from the same tech before rolling into the ring, coming right up to C$J and staring him down. For his part C$J holds his ground before putting his hands up and backing off as the music fades. Zephyr stays silent for a moment, her eyes never leaving C$J as the boss paces before her and the Legion yells for Zephyr to do what everyone has been waiting for. Chants of “Silence him!” rain down around the two in the ring as Zephyr raises the mic to her lips.

Zephyr Quinn: Shut the fuck up. The last time I came face to face with you, you allowed a person who is no better than a polished turd, handcuff my girlfriend to the ring ropes so you two could reinjure me and make your kitty cat look that much better when she smacked me upside the head with her bat.

C$J smirks as he stops pacing.

C$J: That’s it? You lay a challenge down to me to meet you out here and all you’re going to do is complain? Please. As a “reformed science experiment,” you’d think you’d know better, but let me go ahead and spell this out for you. I. Don’t. Ca…

He’s stopped mid sentence as Zephyr smacks him across the face with lightning speed!

Zephyr Quinn: DON’T call me that.

The Legion pops again as Zephyr advances on C$J, backing him up to the corner with a forearm across his throat.

Zephyr Quinn: Now, let ME spell this out for YOU. YOU are responsible for the morale of that backstage area. You try to break me, you leave my girlfriend crying and. to put it lightly, distraught and unable to do anything, right… You know what? It was right here in this corner wasn’t it?

Zephyr pauses to inspect where she has C$J held. C$J snarls, but unable to do anything else, he clears his throat loudly and spits on Zephyr!

Terra Skye: That’s… That was gross.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah… There are some lines you just don’t cross…

Zephyr laughs as C$J giggles nervously while she wipes the spit from her face. Taking a step back, she fires a kick right into the groin of C$J! She watches him expel all of his hot air at once as he doubles over in pain, falling to the ground.

Zephyr Quinn: I will NOT be disrespected by you anymore, “boss.” In fact, I’ve gone ahead and made some much needed revisions to my contract, after contacting the one man that can override your cowardly ass.

Terra Skye: She doesn’t mean…?

Johnny Vegas: She can’t have…

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

Zephyr smiles down at the crumpled mass of C$J as he pounds the mat in frustration. Smiling down at him, Zephyr drives the heel of her boot down on C$J’s hand and keeps it there.

Zephyr Quinn: That’s right Chris. Tweever. He hasn’t really been blind to what you’ve been doing and seeing as he had other matters to attend to, it really wasn’t difficult convincing him that he needed eyes and ears here in Carnage. So I got with my sister and together with him, we have successfully transferred all of Mia’s powers as Carnage’s Conscience to…

Zephyr smiles down at C$J as he tries to get her boot off of his hand with his other, sputtering as he tries to shake off the groin kick. Zephyr only digs the heel of her boot in further as C$J growls in pain.

Zephyr Quinn: Me of course…

The Legion pops as Zephyr finally releases C$J who quickly grabs his hand and nurses it in the corner while glaring daggers at Zephyr. After a few tense moments, he picks up the mic he dropped before using the corner to pull himself back up as Zephyr watches him carefully.

C$J: Fine, whatever. It’s not like that bitch of a sister did anything for Carnage anyways. She made that one match against your whore girlfriend, someone who needs to keep her mouth shut, and learn her place. She…

He stops as Zephyr starts tossing some handcuffs up into the air and catches them, here eyes flashing dangerously.

Zephyr Quinn: Go ahead and finish that sentence Christie. I’ll wait till you’re done.

C$J shakes his head, his face red with fury.

C$J: If it wasn’t for you she’d be gone already. Now if you don’t mind…

He straightens his jacket and goes to limp past Zephyr, who holds her hand up and lays it on his shoulder. With her other hand she grabs his arm and twists it back behind him before dragging him over to the corner! The audible *Click* of the metal going around his wrist. He struggles and manages to free himself from Zephyr’s grasp before pushing her off and firing off a superkick, landing right under Zephyr’s chin!

Johnny Vegas: Well… That uprising lasted all of two seconds.

Terra Skye: How long does it even take for a…

Boy: FOOLED!

C$J’s confidant smirk washes off his face and is replaced by a look of terror as he realizes that Zephyr caught his foot! With no hesitation she twists as hard as she can, sending the boss down and scrambling away from her in the corner. She smirks and takes the running start and delivers a knee into C$J’s face before securing the other hand of the handcuffs to the ropes! The Legion cheers as Zephyr picks up her mic again and looks like she’s going to start talking again before she runs back over and peppers the top of C$J’s head with multiple hits with the base of the mic!

Terra Skye: WOW! Zephyr is REALLY taking it to the boss!

Johnny Vegas: One beatdown won’t matter. She wasn’t long for Carnage anyways, once C$J wakes back up she can probably kiss her place on this roster goodbye.

Johnny jumps as Boy’s voice booms over his causing him to jump.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

The Legion pops once again as Tweeder shows up on the tron above the entrance ramp, as Zephyr stands over C$J.

Tweeder: Christopher! I’m sure you’re assuming that I’m out here to admonish that young lady in the ring, but I have news for you… I’m the one that signed off on her coming out here to do this. I warned you and you’re damn lucky I’m not the one in that ring right now. I know you know that you and I have a gentlemen’s agreement not to lay a hand on each other and as you can see, I am not doing anything to break that agreement. I have tried to be the nice guy and let you do things your way, but……...

Apparently, you’re game to go until you’ve forced me to take drastic action. Consider Zephyr, MY employee now. Not only does she have the same contract as Mia, but it is signed into law by someone who actually represents Carnage, as opposed to someone that BOUGHT their way in. That said, it’s time that I stop seeing you dance around, that you actually stand up to the public riot you created. I had warned you before and apparently, you chose to ignore that warning. There is a difference between being a boss and a leader. You have been acting more like a boss than a leader. Now with that being said, for tonight only, I’m getting rid of any and all protections Chris there thinks he might have. Consider it open season. Any roster member he wronged in the past is now invited to make Chris’ night here a little worse and hopefully open his ears to the consequences of his actions. Any punch laid on Chris is hereby absolved tonight, any physical interaction, anything you want to do to that man to repay him for what he’s subjected this roster to over the course of the last several months is free for tonight only. No punishments, no firings. After tonight, if anyone touches Christopher, then there will be consequences so take advantage of the window you have. So Zephyr, you are more than welcome to continue after I’m done.

Zephyr smiles and backs off acknowledging Tweeder as her boss.

Tweeder: One more, general announcement. If C$J wants to poke and prod legends out of retirement and then subject them to match booking while taking advantage of an obvious mental illness, then I think he’s more than capable to make an in ring return…

The Legion pops, suddenly excited, Zephyr beaming and Johnny looking on in terror.

Terra Skye: YES!

Johnny Vegas: NOO! That won’t be fair, how could that POSSIBLY be fair?! Someone do something!!!!

Zephyr smiles as she props herself up on the top of the turnbuckle across from C$J, her eyes centered in on him as Tweeder continues.

Tweeder: So from now until C$J decides to vacate Carnage, Zephyr will have the added power… Of booking C$J in any kind of match imaginable. A man of his stature, well… I’m sure he’ll be just fine. In the interest of fairness, Zephyr?

Zephyr turns her head slightly to regard Tweeder on the screen, one eye on the still struggling C$J.

Tweeder: In order for C$J to be booked you need a majority opinion from the roster in terms of stipulations and opponents. If C$J doesn’t show up for a match, he can consider his position abandoned and his services terminated by the board of Carnage, my legal team, and of course, me.

Zephyr nods, her head turning back to C$J as Tweeder disappears from the screen. She lightly hops down from the perch she was on and starts stalking C$J like a predator zeroing in on prey.

Terra Skye: So… Tweeder has legitimized Zephyr’s position as “conscience” as she’s taken over for Mia who is suspiciously absent from these proceedings. Not only that, but she can book him in a match provided she has a majority vote from the rest of the roster?! That’s… Actually kinda genius.

Johnny groans, his head in his hands.

Johnny Vegas: Not only that but he has declared it open season on the boss for tonight only. So… Well, he’ll be lucky to survive the rest of the night.

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

Johnny Vegas: I agree with you for once and will drink to that. Here big guy, cheers with me.

Johnny pours two shots and gives one to Boy who promptly dumps it over Vegas’ head! No one has a chance to react as Zephyr slithers her way out of the ring and goes under it, pulling out a kendo stick and getting back in, taking her time to get to C$J who is busy lashing out, trying to catch her with a kick! The move proves to be futile though as Zephyr reacts quickly enough to dodge the feeble attempt and cracks the stick with all of her might over C$J’s ankle! The crack echoes throughout the arena as Zephyr winds up over and over, cracking C$J wherever she can! He cries out, whimpering as he curls into the fetal position.

Terra Skye: I think C$J’s night is about to get even longer…

Johnny Vegas: This entire night is a travesty!

Zephyr tosses the kendo stick to the side before taking a set of keys out of her pocket and unlocks C$J from the cuffs. He crumples to the mat as she drags him to the center of the ring, tossing him to the ground before putting the cuffs back in her pocket and grabbing her mic she discarded. Her voice is a snarl and barely contained the excitement of prospect of the violence about to be unleashed on C$J.

Zephyr Quinn: Well… I’m sure it would require a lot more fingers and toes than what I have available to me to count how many people want to get their hands on our esteemed “boss” here. So, the only question now is… Who wants to take advantage of this golden opportunity?

There’s a period of silence, the crowd murmuring in anticipation only to burst into cheers as a familiar guitar line breaks through the speakers.

I never struggle with words to define how they get under my skin

And i’m not looking for much, but you don’t have it at all

It seems like such a disastrous course, to wanna bring us all down when you go’

Terra Skye: It’s Mitch Heart! Little surprise that the Broken wants to get his hands on the boss after all he’s been put through.

Johnny Vegas: Of course this bloodthirsty scumbag wants to get his licks in first.

Mitch doesn’t waste any time. He takes off from Gorilla like a bullet out of a gun, making a beeline for C$J. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t ask for a mic, just starts laying fist after fist into the boss. Bones crunch under his fists, bruises blooming like flowers on St. James’ face and body. He doesn’t stop till his fists are bloody, and even then it seems to take a great deal of effort for him to restrain himself.

Saying something to C$J that the camera doesn’t seem to catch, he hawks back and returns the favor that the boss gave to Zephyr before, the wad of saliva mixing with the blood coating the bound man’s face.

Johnny Vegas: Disgusting.

Terra Skye: Well, turnabout is fair play, I guess.

Giving C$J one last intense glare, Mitch turns on his heel and leaves the same way he came, without saying a thing to anyone. Zephyr watches him from a turnbuckle, a look of amusement on her face as she watches Mitch leave. Looking over at C$J’s blood mass, she looks back up at the entrance ramp, her eyes glittering mischievously.

Zephyr Quinn: That… Looked painful. Any other takers?

There’s a beat of silence in the arena, and then…

HEY YOU!

DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I THINK I AM?

SMALL TOWN,

ROMEO!

As the music fades out, Axton approaches C$J fearlessly, glaring daggers as he holds him by the lapel in his free hand, leaning in close with a snarl. He says something to the bloodied man in a low hiss that can’t quite be made out, though a careful observer might notice the name “Dom” if they were reading his lips.

His point made, Axton steps back, puts a double-handed grip on the guitar, and swings it like a nine-iron directly into C&J’s junk.

Blowing Zephyr a kiss and the ASL sign for ‘Thank you’, he sets the guitar up over his shoulder and strolls out through the back of the arena. Zephyr raises an eye brow and then shakes her head clear as she turns her attention back to C$J, who is rolling around on the mat, trying to disappear.

Terra Skye: Oof… C$J just got creamed by Zephyr, pummeled by Mitch Heart, then…

Johnny Vegas: Yea, yea, we all saw it. It’s a good thing that C$J doesn’t seem like the fathering type.

Boy: Sir Nuttington no more!

Zephyr smiles as she strolls over to C$J and nudges them with her foot until he’s on his back. She kneels down, a knee on either shoulder, so C$J is pinned to the mat.

Zephyr Quinn: Are you scared yet Chris? This is what it feels like to be pinned to the ground, no help coming, no way out, and all you can do is look back and wonder how you got to this spot in time. For weeks, I was laid out in a bed, unable to wake up because you did what you could to torture Belle, my girlfriend; all because you can’t handle it when people tell the truth about you. You terrorize probably the bravest person on the roster in Adrienne, you put everyone at risk, WILLINGLY, with the insurance bullshit…

C$J tries to move but Zephyr presses her full body weight down onto his shoulders. She takes out the handcuffs and contemplates them before slipping them over her right hand, like a pair of brass knuckles.

Zephyr Quinn: I don’t think you understand Chris, you don’t get to leave until I say so tonight. You look like an utter wreck though, so I promise, I’ll be brief. Much like your disdain for the roster at large, telling anyone who would listen how you don’t care, I have to say, I don’t really care about your predicament right now. You’re a terrible human being and every shot you take tonight, you fully deserve. Every shot that I give you, I don’t feel sorry for. It is because of you that Belle was terrorized into not coming into work. It is because of you that I ended up in a coma, and it is because of you Carnage has been suffering from the poison you exude. The great news about poison like you? There’s ALWAYS an antidote. While it’s taken a moment for all the cards to fall into place, they finally have, and now, your day of reckoning is at hand. Tell the world Chris! How in the fuck does that make you feel?!

Zephyr’s eyes brighten with a perverse pleasure as she looks down upon C$J’s bloody mass. He whimpers weakly, but his blue eyes flash through the gore covering his face as he does his best to raise his hand and flick off Zephyr. She smiles as she meets his gaze again.

Zephyr Quinn: I was hoping you’d say that. Now, I get to have MY revenge.

With that Zephyr pelts C$J’s forehead with the butt of the mic, before pummeling him with her hand in the handcuffs! Blood flies as she continues to land hits on any part of the boss that she can find before finally, Belle comes running out and gets into the ring as quickly as she can. She runs over to Zephyr, tears in her eyes as she grabs Zephyr’s arm. Zephyr growls and turns, but then realizes who has her arm, her eyes widening in recognition before the cuffs slide off her hand and she grabs Belle in a tearful embrace. Together, they leave the ring, with C$J being attended to by medical staff.

Terra Skye: Holy shit! Let's take a break and get this guy's body off the mat and maybe we can find out who is going to fight for those tag team titles!

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Cut to ringside, where Zed Hotley and Catalina Cortes have joined the commentary booth, each taking a seat on one end and leaving Johnny Vegas and Terra Skye as a buffer between them.

Terra Skye: We’re very happy to be joined this evening on commentary by one half of tag team champions, Catalina Cortes.

Catalina Cortes: Word.

Johnny Vegas: And Zed Hotley’s also here for some reason.

Terra Skye: How are you feeling after that nasty blaze kick at Chaos 102, Zed?

Zed Hotley: On our last show I was brutally asalted, and this week I sense I'm going to be peppered with questions. So I'm feeling well seasoned, Terra.

Johnny Vegas: I’m getting sauced.

Back in the ring Silent Cal stands between Sebastian Hawke and Jonathan Willis, who prepare to start the match. Dominick Strife and Axton Gunn take their positions in the opposing corners as the bell sounds.

DING DING

Hawke is off like a shot, delivering a hard knee to Willis’ midsection that doubles him over. Hawke follows up with a DDT attempt, but Willis slips out, catching his opponent with an armbar and then following up with a dropkick that sends Seb to the mat. Willis punctuates with a double foot stomp to Seb’s chest. Willis pulls Seb back up, Irish whipping him into the ropes and attempting to catch him with a cross body on the rebound. Seb sees it coming and catches Willis in the midsection with a dropkick that sends them both to the mat.

Zed Hotley: These guys are too fast. How’s anybody supposed to follow this?

Catalina Cortes: Maybe if you shut up and let the commentators commentate.

Terra Skye: Lightning quick offense by both--

Zed Hotley: And can I just say, there is not an ounce of talent between the pair of you? The best part of a year, I've been on the shelf. Not once did you update the viewers at home on my condition, not once did you explain to them the nature of my situation - or point out the sacrifices I made to ensure Cortes and her little friend could win those tag team titles from the men that injured me. And now you tell me that I'm derailing the show, that I'm taking the spotlight off of the people in the ring. I've been forced to cede the limelight for months.

Johnny Vegas: Just gonna drink myself into a coma.

Catalina Cortes: Drinking too much is a sign of depression.

Johnny Vegas: I’m about to leave a depression in Zed’s skull.

Seb kips up in the center of the ring, as Willis seizes the opening to get back to his corner and tag in Axton. Axton gives the quarantine capacity crowd a salute, stepping between the ropes. He and Seb lock up, with Axton slipping behind his Entourage mate and hooking Hawke with a back suplex. Seb slips out, landing nimbly on his feet and popping the Ax-man in the back of the head with an elbow. Seb goes for a suplex of his own, but Axton lands on his feet as well, rebounding off the ropes and dashing forward to catch Hawke in the face with a superman punch. Silent Cal drops to the mat, as Axton goes for a cover.

One!

Two!!



Kickout by Hawke!!



Terra Skye: Hawke and Gunn matching each other suplex for suplex and backflip for backflip.

Zed Hotley: How is their team name not the Hawking Gunn?

Terra Skye: Because they’re in a stable with a third member and also that’s a terrible name.

Seb rolls to his corner, making the tag to Dominic Strife. When Axton advances, Strife catches him with an armdrag, keeping the arm hooked and following up with a knee strike to the back of Gunn’s head. Strife steps back and charges at the sitting Heartbreaker, jumping over him with a flipping neckbreaker that snaps Gunn’s head back into the mat.

Catalina Cortes: I gotta write that one down.

Zed Hotley: Are you doing homework, nerd?

Catalina Cortes: Bitch, of course I’m doing homework. I gotta defend against one of these teams, and that neckbreaker was frickin’ sweet.

Terra Skye: Less sweet when you’re on the receiving end.

Back in the ring, Strife hooks Gunn’s legs for a pin attempt.

One!

Two!!



Kickout by Gunn!!


Strife pulls Gunn back to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Strife attempts a clothesline, but Gunn rebounds with a burst of momentum, leaping into the air and catching his stablemate in the head with a vicious running knee strike. Dazed, Strife manages to stay standing for a moment before Axton hits him with a double arm DDT. This time it’s the Heartbreaker looking for a pinfall as Silent Cal counts.



One!!



Two!!



Kickout by Strife!!



Gunn sits up, chuckling to himself over Strife’s resilience. Willis extends a hand on the apron, prompting Gunn to pull Strife back up, and make the tag. Willis leaps to the top rope, as Gunn positions Strife on his shoulders, allowing Rock Lobster to score an avalanche sunset flip powerbomb on Dominic Strife that sends him crashing to the canvas.

Catalina Cortes: Holy fudge! I’m supposed to pronounce Dominic Strife dead now, right?

Willis scrambles over, diving on top of Strife for the pin.



One!!



Two!!



Save by Hawke!!!



Seb flies through the ropes to break up the pin with an elbow strike to Willis’ back. Silent Cal begins the five count, prompting Hawke to step back onto the apron. Strife and Willis both struggle to get to their feet, but once they’re standing, Strife seems to get a second wind, striking Willis across the chest with a flurry of knife-edge chops. A final chop misses the mark however, as Willis ducks under and catches Strife with a slingblade. He pulls Strife back up, setting up for a pumphandle slam.

Terra Skye: Willis looking for the TNT Driver.

Zed Hotley: I’ve developed over a dozen counters to the TNT Driver.

Willis lifts Strife up, but before he can execute the piledriver, Sebastian grabs his partner’s leg from the apron. The opening allows Strife to slip out, stunning Willis with a forearm to the back of the head.

Zed Hotley: Like getting someone to pull your leg so you can escape. That’s counter number nine.

Strife keeps hold of Willis as he tags out to Hawke, who springs into the ring, driving his knees into Willis’ face with a Meteora. The momentum sends Hawke rolling to the other side of the ring, where he pulls himself up with the ropes. Willis stumbles back to his feet, as Hawke fires a precision superkick right at his jaw, dropping him back to the canvas.

Terra Skye: Lightning--

Catalina Cortes: Correction, Ten-Million Volt Thunderbolt! For the first time ever. It’s named after the thing I want Zed to get hit by.

Zed Hotley: If I were hit by that many volts, I would become unstoppable.

The kick drops Willis to his knees, his eyes glazed. Seb shakes his head in disbelief before measuring his opponent again and firing another kick, the Talons of the Hawke, Willis manages to duck, catching Seb from behind and lifting him onto his shoulders. Willis pushes Hawke forward, hitting him on the way down with a double-knee backbreaker.

Terra Skye: Downfall by Willis!

Johnny Vegas: Guest commentators are gonna be this show’s downfall.

Zed Hotley: I also have a counter to that.

Both legal men lay battered on the mat, as Silent Cal begins the ten count. Strife and Gunn extend hands to their partners from opposing corners, each one cheering their teammate on. Willis has more distance to close as he crawls to his corner, while Seb uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Hawke tags to Strife, who charges in after Willis, but Willis catches him with a drop toe hold, buying himself enough time to tag out to Gunn. Strife rolls to the ring apron, getting to his feet as Gunn tries to bring him back in. Strife hits Gunn with a Pele kick that stuns him, but leaves him open to a DDT from Willis onto the apron, that sends them both rolling to the floor.

Zed Hotley: Great comeback by Willis. And speaking of comebacks, for my big comeback two weeks ago I got to team with a cardboard cut out on the B Show. When Tweeder unretires every few months he walks into a PPV singles match. Are we really saying that he's a bigger legend in this company than I am?

Terra Skye: What will you say if I agree?

Catalina Cortes: What I’ll say is that whichever one of these teams faces the longest reigning current champions in Carnage, look it up, will absolutely deserve it. They’re absolutely killing each other.

Back in the ring, Sebastian Hawke springboards in, attempting to drop Gunn with flying clothesline. The Heartbreaker spots him just in time, ducking the attack as Seb hits the mat and rolls to the apron. Gunn rebounds off the ropes opposite Hawke, scoring a baseball slide into his midsection that sends his stablemate to the floor with Willis and Strife. Gunn rolls out to an adjacent side, flipping up the ring apron and digging under the ring until he slides out a ladder, as the crowd cheers

Zed Hotley: A lot of people don’t know that ladders have a variety of non-wrestling applications. You can even climb back down them. Man, this job’s easy.

Gunn sets the ladder up a few feet away from the other competitors, as he helps Willis get back to his feet. Motioning to the ladder, the two exchange words and begin the climb, with Gunn assisting Willis in the endeavor. A hush falls over the crowd when the two reach the top, while Strife and Hawke finally get back to their feet between the ring and the barricade. The members of Rock Lobster exchange looks, as they fly off the ladder with a perfectly synchronized pair of double moonsaults, the crowd coming unglued as both men crash into the other two members of Entourage.

Terra Skye: A double moonsault by--

Catalina Cortes: I think that’s a Double-Double Moonsault…

Johnny Vegas: Okay, somebody’s definitely dead.

Zed Hotley: And as a former undefeated tag team champion, I am more than happy to serve as a replacement for any dead teammates.

As the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT”, all four competitors lay in a lifeless pile outside the ring. Silent Cal surveys the destruction, seeing minor signs of stirring from each participant. He begins the count, as none of the men manage to make it back to their feet. The audiences counts along as he finally reaches ten and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Kelly Carmichael: Ladies and gentlemen… As the result of a double countout… This match has been declared… A DRAW!!!

Catalina Cortes: Oh cool, I guess I don’t have to defend against anyone.

Zed Hotley: None of them won the tournament! We need a new challenger! I volunteer!

Catalina Cortes: You don't even have a partner, remember?

Zed Hotley: Neither do you, remember? Where has he been? You're on your own, just like me.

Catalina Cortes: Shut up.

Zed Hotley: Hey, I have an idea. Why don't -

Terra Skye: I'm getting word through the headset that at Ultimate Carnage 6, we will be having a triple threat tag team ladder match: the Kit-Kat Connection will defend the Carnage Tag Team Titles against both the Entourage and Rock Lobster.

Zed Hotley: Then what was the point of the last few weeks? Did I mention how stupid it was for me to be in a tournament for a shot at a title I didn't lose? Because now it's even stupider!

Catalina Cortes: I think I actually agree.

Zed Hotley: The part where you have to defend the belts, without a partner, against two teams is actually pretty good. Maybe you can make a coffin out of those ladders.

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Adrienne Levi is shown in the training room with an icepack on the back of her neck. She looks exhausted and out of it from the dangerous stunt in the cage. An unknown official approaches her.

Official: Adrienne?

Adrienne Levi: Yeah?

Official: As you saw, Chris can't talk ...but he asked for me to give you this message.

He handed her a manilla envelope and walked off. Adrienne opened it and took out the picture within.

Adrienne Levi: ...

The picture drops from her hand. The camera zooms in to reveal none other than the Masked German Monster, LORD RAAB!

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Terra Skye: What in the world does THAT mean?

Johnny Vegas: Maybe boss man just wanted Loser girl to have a picture of another Monster that could rip her to shreds, who knows.

Terra Skye: Well, first off, that’s not very nice. Second off, there’s gotta be more to it.

Boy: CLEVELAND!

Johnny Vegas: Regardless, can you just shut up? We’re getting ready to watch Amber and Mac MOP THE FLOOR with some DOUCHEBAGS.

Terra Skye: Well I think this is going to be interesting because we both know that Amber didn’t come out of Havoc last night unscathed. I wonder how that ankle is holding up.

Amber Ryan and Mac Bane make their entrances first, and even though she’s trying to play it off in typical Amber Ryan fashion - It’s fairly obvious that there’s something not right about our former Carnage World Champ here tonight. Bane’s eyes tell a story of concern for his fiance’, but much like Ryan, he’s keeping the rest of himself all business for the match that lies ahead for the two of them. A match they’ve both wanted for a while now.

Terra Skye: I know both parties in this one have been pretty heated over the last month or so, and who can blame them? But I don’t know, there’s a part of me that wonders if this is even worth it.

Johnny Vegas: Of course it is! Kicking Winter’s ass and Kicking Davison’s ass is COMPLETELY worth it!

Ryan and Bane are inside the ring, talking among themselves as ‘Godly’ Ken Davison’s music hits and the world champion himself steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. The champ cuts his music off prematurely as he still stands on the stage and pulls a microphone from his pocket.

Terra Skye: Perhaps we’re going to hear a response to the challenge issued to Ken last night at Havoc.

Ken waits for a few moments, until the crowd quiets down a bit before he addresses them.

Ken Davison: When I won the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, I did so with the intention that I would defend this championship against the very best in this business. That is why I tried to defend this championship against Jack Michaels. That is why I defended this championship against JC. That is also why I offered to defend this belt against Adrienne Levi. But, much like my defense against Jack Michaels, I am being taught that being a champion doesn't mean that you get what you want.

Ken pauses and shakes his head.

Johnny Vegas: I don’t blame them! You’re a snake in the grass, Ken!!

Terra Skye: Oh chill the fuck out.

Ken Davison: What I wanted was a person whom I felt was deserving of this championship opportunity to receive it. Getting a clean, pinfall victory over the champion is certainly an indisputable way to prove to the world you are worthy. But... you are not worthy, Adrienne. You are not worthy in your own eyes and while I disagree with your assessment, I at least appreciate your perspective. Now, you have named your replacement. You have named a man to take your place. Silvio Leone is also a worthy man with an equally worthy resume and unblemished record. Silvio, I accept your challenge. May the best man wi-

As if it were on queue, Ken’s interrupted by Alex Winter’s music. The champ grits his teeth as Winter emerges and the two share an icy look before Winter smirks and moves past Davison and heads towards the ring. Davison follows behind, slowly - Watching his ‘partner’ and before we know it, all four competitors in this match are inside the ring and ready to get this match underway.



Alex Winter starts off the match for his team without much resistance from his partner and from the other corner, Amber Ryan steps up to begin, but Mac whispers something in her ear and while she’s glaring daggers across the ring at Winter, she nods her head and steps through the ropes, allowing Mac Bane to step forward and start this match for his team.

Terra Skye: Obviously we don’t know the extent of the possible injury to Amber, and we don’t know what they just discussed but I do know that Mac Bane is ready to lay into Winter, and for good reason.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK HIM UP!

Boy: COLLECT THE FENCE!

The match starts out hot and heavy with both men laying in some heavy blows and punches, but Mac gets the early advantage, pushing Winter back into the corner with couple of hard, well placed hits that sends Winters reeling. Bane pulls Winter out of the corner, positioning him for a suplex but Winter counters with a knee to the cranium and a thumb to the eye for good measure. Bane backs away, grabbing his eye as Amber yells out from their corner and Winter plays up to the booing crowd.

Terra Skye: Well that started out promising, but.. Well, I should’ve expected as much.

As Alex backs away, he inadvertently ends up close enough to his corner that Ken aggressively tags himself into the match, much to Winter’s surprise. The two men share another icy glare as Ken gets into the ring and Winter retreats onto the apron. Mac looks up to see the exchange and nods his head as his brother is now in the match with him.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, this shit is going to be good.

Terra Skye: Well we always knew the turmoil between these two was always going to end up like this…

Boy: WHO WANTS GRAVY

Johnny Vegas: I like gravy. But not from you.

Much like matches these two have had in the past, they prove just how well they know each other here, countering each other’s moves one after the other until the crowd really has no other choice but to cheer the display these two competitors are putting on here tonight. But all good things must come to an end, and as Bane Irish Whips Davison off the ropes, Winter reaches out and slaps Ken’s shoulder - Tagging himself back into the match.

Terra Skye: Davison and Winter just can’t get on the same page, can they?

Johnny Vegas: Their need for one-upsmanship is going to cost them. Good. Serves em right!

Terra Skye: It doesn’t look like Ken noticed the tag though.

Johnny Vegas: Neither did Mac… HEY! HE'S NOT LEGAL! I KNOW YOU WANNA KICK HIS ASS BUT DON’T!

Mac and Ken don’t notice at first, as Mac hits Ken with ‘The Top Shelf’, slamming Ken into the mat with that Pop up powerbomb but before he can do anything about it (Even though he doesn’t know that Ken’s not the legal man anymore), Winter’s has surprised him with a springboard stunner that throws Mac backwards, and he hits the mat in his corner where Amber Ryan has been standing, chomping at the bit and the moment Mac gets close enough, Amber tags herself in!

Terra Skye: Oh shit…

She jumps into the ring like a woman possessed, and for the first couple of moments she’s on fire with straight fists and elbows to the face and chest of Alex Winter! Winter does his best to cover up but Amber is having none of it. Winter succeeds in pushing the former world champion away, but when he moves in to pursue her he feels a hard slap on the back of his neck!

Terra Skye: And just like that, the world champ has tagged himself back in!

Johnny Vegas: GOOD! Let Amber kick his ass too for taking her title.

Terra Skye: I feel like Amber’s gotta be careful though. She’s not letting on that something is wrong but that last night didn’t look good.

Johnny Vegas: She’s FINE.

Boy: FINESTEIN!

Winter looks back at Davison incredulously as Davison steps back into the ring, shooing his partner back onto the apron. Winter and Davison share a few curt words before Davison moves towards Ryan, who’s more than ready to take on the man who took her world championship from her. She can Ken circle one another slowly for a few moments before locking up. Amber with a go behind that Ken quickly counters into one of his own. The two go back and forth like this for a few moments until Ken decidedly gets the advantage with a headbutt that staggers Amber back.

Terra Skye: This is starting out like their last match against one another. These two scare me when they’re in the ring together.

Johnny Vegas: They’re both capable of anything, to be honest.

Mac’s standing in their corner, watching intently as Amber shakes out the cobwebs and approaches the World Champ again with Ken urging her on. Ken lashes out with a clothesline that Amber ducks, and when Davison turns around Ryan surprises him by planting him into the canvas with a tornado DDT. Amber’s back up to her feet quickly, turning and eyeing Davison’s partner in the corner before reaching down and grabbing the back of Davison’s head - bringing him back up to his feet.

Johnny Vegas: GET HIM!

Boy: DA--

Terra Skye: Wait.. Look!

She gets him up, but suddenly he comes alive and goes for a heart punch but NO! Amber ducks out of the way and jumps up, looking for a shotgun dropkick, but her ankle collapses out from under her and she topples down to the mat in a heap!

Terra Skye: Oh no…

Johnny Vegas: Oh no… FUCK! No, no no…

The pain can be easily seen on Ryan’s face, and Bane is in the corner, too far away to get the tag, but Ryan’s mouth can be seen saying ‘I’m okay’, even though she’s clutching the ankle like a wounded animal. She slides herself towards the ropes as Davison gets back to his feet, eyeing her up like the serpent that everyone thinks he is. The World Champ paces around behind her.

Johnny Vegas: You son of a bitch…

Terra Skye: It’s like he’s eyeing up his prey. This doesn’t look good for Amber.

Winter is screaming at his partner to take care of business, but Davison ignores him as he watches Amber Ryan struggling to get up, even with the assistance of the ropes. Davison begins approaching her, but he stops, looking almost conflicted. Again Winter is heard screaming over everything else and finally Davison stops and turns back towards his corner, moving towards Winter as the two begin arguing again.

Terra Skye: Wait… What? Why didn’t Ken go for Amber? I… I don’t know what that was.

Johnny Vegas: Nothing virtuous, I’m sure. His partner just can’t SHUT UP.

In the middle of the argument however, Ken gets just close enough for Winter to practically chop Ken’s chest, tagging himself into the match once again and now Alex Winter smells blood in the water and he’s not as hesitant when it comes to capitalizing on the apparent injury to Amber Ryan. Bane is shouting for Amber to get to the corner, ready to get into the ring himself - Regardless of a tag, and as Amber pulls herself along the ropes she lashes out a few times, trying to hit Winter before he can get close enough to exact anymore damage - But just as he gets there and Mac Bane gets into the ring to take care of business… Ken Davison flies in out of nowhere, hitting both Mac and Amber, pushing them through the ropes and out onto the floor!!!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT THE SHIT?!

Terra Skye: Did Ken just… no, he couldn’t have just pushed them both out of the way.

Johnny Vegas: Oh god no. Then I’d have to appreciate him and I can’t do that.

Terra Skye: But what if he did? Oh and look, Winter is NOT happy right now.

Alex Winter cannot believe what he’s seeing as Ken shrugs his shoulders and climbs from the ring, walking back around towards his corner as Winter follows - arguing the entire way. With all four competitors outside of the ring, the referee starts the ten count, but none of them are paying attention as Mac Bane is tending to his fiance’, who’s very obviously too injured to continue and on the other side of the ringside area, Ken Davison and Alex Winter are arguing very animatedly about what just happened in the match.

By this point, the referee is at an eight count, and neither team is doing anything. Mac has motioned for the EMT’s to come down and help a still very stubborn Amber Ryan from ringside.

Boy: TICKY

Terra Skye: Well shit.. This isn’t how I imagined this ending…

On the other side, Alex Winter has heard enough of Ken Davison and he swiftly kicks the World Champion right between the legs and walks away from the match just as the referee calls for the bell!



Kelly Carmichael: This match has been deemed a double countout!!!

Terra Skye: But there it is… Wow. EMT’s and a dick shot.

EMT’s come down and help Mac and Amber slowly get to the back as Ken Davison slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head and smirking, adjusting what can only be assumed is a cup beneath is wrestling trunks. Davison moves around the ring to where Mac and Amber are getting to the ramp and the three stop for a moment and stare at one another before Davison nods subtly and heads to the back.

Johnny Vegas: My girl will be okay. She’s a tough one.

Terra Skye: I certainly hope so. Hopefully it’s not as bad as it looks but if we get any updates, we’ll be sure to let you know. As for the teaming of Alex Winter and Ken Davison? I feel like--

Johnny Vegas: Too much ego on one team.

Terra Skye: Maybe so, but Ken Davison’s actions here tonight are curious… Maybe we’ll find out more about that too. Who knows. But for now, we’ll be back in a few!

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After the insanity of that previous match, Ryker and Seven are in the ring, both with a microphone in hand. Ryker and Seven are dressed in a suit as they get ready to make their announcement.

Ryker: Seven and I have an announcement. One we're both extremely happy to make. My mom had to have life saving surgery. Seven and I have had to put up with a lot of hate and judgement. Especially from Mitch Heart a sad man that felt the need to make it a competition on Twitter. Honestly I'm sorry about your sister, but be thankful you haven't had to fund life saving surgery like we've had to.

Ryker had to stop, talking about it was hard. As he tries to compose himself, Seven continues.

Seven: Ryker and I were desperate for money. We were in a position where Ryker's moms life mattered more than ours. Ryker and I will always do whatever it takes for family. We didn't realize at the time it'd lead us to doing what we've had to do. Ryker and I are sorry for everything we've had to do, and both accept that we deserve the hate towards us. Until you're in this position you can't say what you would and wouldn't do. Ryker and I if we were not in the shoes we were would've been like, there are other options. At the time there wasn't any other option. We needed the money to save Ryker's mom and didn't realize Alex Winter would trap us into a contract only he could accept us getting out of.

Now Ryker and Seven were both fighting back tears as they hug in the ring. The genuine emotion clear to see. After a few moments, Ryker clears his throat as Seven gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Ryker: "The Venomous Bastard" Alex Winter has accepted an offer for our release. Thanks to Steve Matthews, the only man that looked into what our predicament really was and chose to do something about it rather than talk about it like others. Seven and I are now free and have all the money we'll need going on. So we'd both like to say that from now, we're no longer Wild Cards and hope Alex Winter gets everything he deserves. The predicament Seven and I were in lead us to get trapped into something we shouldn't have. The best thing that has come out of this is my mom being able to have her surgery. You can hate Seven and I all you like, that doesn't bother us at all. Seven and I did what we had to, and now my mom is going to be okay which is thanks to Steve Matthews, and we're forever eternally grateful for that.

Ryker even through teary eyes manages to have a genuine smile on his face.

Seven: I'd just like to add...

Before Seven can even finish what he is saying, "Don't You Wish You Were Me" by Fozzy sounded out through the arena. Ryker and Seven both clearly not happy. The crowd too not happy as they starting booing and jeering loudly as Alex steps out onto the ramp. He was dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans, with a pair of timberland boots on and a white vest. Alex wasn't dressed flashy or anything, he starts his walk towards the ring, a microphone in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket. Once in the ring, Alex looks at Ryker and Seven with no emotion at all on his face.

Alex Winter: I wanted to come out and apologize for…

As Seven face palms, Alex sees his opportunity, he pulls his right hand out of his pocket. The Bastard had brass knuckles on his hand as he hits Ryker straight in the jaw as hard as he can. Ryker falls to the mat out cold as Alex now has a sick and twisted smirk on his face.

Alex Winter: I'm sorry that I ever thought you were both anything but a liability.

Seven in this time looked down at Ryker out cold, he was concerned about his friend, his brother not by blood, but still his brother. Alex just stood there, microphone still in his left hand and brass knuckles on his right hand. Seven rushes at Alex with a Big Boot attempt, Alex dodges and sweeps Seven's other leg sending Seven to the mat. Alex pounces on Seven and hits him several times with his right hand, the brass knuckles smashing his jaw.

Alex Winter: NO MORE LIABILITIES!!!

Alex gets to his feet and throws the mic out of the ring along with the brass knuckles. Blood poured out from Seven and Ryker's mouth. Alex wasn't done though as he locks in The Winter of Discontent on Seven. The submission hold was locked in, Seven coming round only to feel an excruciating pain in his arm. Seven tried to get free but Alex the master of submissions had it locked in perfectly. Alex trash talks Seven who is just screaming in pain as the echo of the bones in his arm breaking can be heard throughout the arena.

Getting up to his feet, Alex just laughs down at Seven manaically. Seven with blood pouring from his mouth and now his arm with clearly several bones broken. Alex puts his foot on the throat of Seven looking over at Ryker starting to come to. Taking his foot off Seven throat, Alex rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair before sliding back into the ring. Ryker had managed to get up to one knee when Alex smashing the chair into his face. Ryker's nose exploding as blood splattered everywhere.

Seven had lifted his head enough to see it happen and was trying his hardest to crawl over to Ryker. Alex sees this, and snake like, stalks Seven like his prey before striking and nearly kicking his head off with a Punt Kick. Now turning his attention back to Ryker, Alex flips and drills the end of the chair into Ryker's throat over and over again. Ryker starts choking up blood as Alex tosses the chair out of the ring and starts laughing like a manic again.

Walking over to Seven, Alex gets his blood on his hands and wipes it down his vest that already had splatters of blood from Seven and Ryker. Alex then walks over to Ryker and does the same before taunting the crowd who are in shock at what they've just witnessed. Alex rolls out of the ring, strolling past the EMT's as they all rush down to Ryker and Seven. Once on the ramp, Alex grabs a mic and looks down at the destruction he has just caused.

Alex Winter: The time for talking is over. I warned you that Brutality beckoned.

With that, Alex disappears leaving the bloody and horrifying mess in the ring.

Terra Skye: Let's ...just get to our main event after we get the damn blood off the canvas. How many people are going to get basically destroyed tonight?

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Dragon Lady and Ahmya circle one another in the center of the ring, reaching out and slapping hands in a show of sportsmanship, before they lock up. TDL gets the upper hand, pushing Ahmya into a corner before giving Ahmya a clean break. Until she leaps, and nails the champ with a Monkey Flip! Ahmya shoots up in the center of the ring after a moment, looking surprised. TDL rises at a leisurely rate, Ahmya charges in but TDL manages to sidestep her, paying her a shove that sends Ahmya into the corner. She then rolls her up!

Terra Skye: Dragon Lady showing her signature aggression and ring awareness, going for a quick win!

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TWO

Ahmya kicks out! The two women get up to their feet quickly and Ahmya nails TDL with a step up enziguri out of nowhere! TDL stumbles back into the ropes, Ahmya follows her, whipping her to the opposite ropes and leaping up, catching TDL with a headscissors take down! Ahmya plays to the crowd then, smiling and raising her arms. However, TDL is quick to her feet and smashes Ahmya’s face into the mat with a running bulldog!

Johnny Vegas: SHE AINT SO PRETTY NOW

Terra Skye: Still prettier than your wrinkly ass.

Boy: TURKEY NECK WITH WALNUTS IN IT!

TDL measures Ahmya up, and as soon as she gets to her hands and knees, TDL goes for a scissor kick but Ahmya rolls out of the way, and in turn snatches TDL and rolls her up in a schoolboy pin!

Terra Skye: And now the champ looks to end it with a rollup!!

ONE

TWO

TDL kicks out!

Johnny Vegas: That was as close as Payne is to death!

Terra Skye: what the fuck, Johnny?

Ahmya, showing some aggression, dives onto TDL and begins raining forearms down onto her. TDL manages to cover up and eventually Ahmya halts her assault, lifting her opponent and throwing her out of the ring! TDL hits the floor, and takes a moment to rest. As she gets to her feet, Ahmya vaults over the top rope attempting a suicide dive, but TDL leaps up and catches her with the Wyvern!!

Terra Skye: Incredible counter by Dragon Lady! She caught Ahmya midair and got all of it!

Johnny Vegas: woopee, cant do shit on the outside

Boy: SHIT IN THE WOODS!

TDL wastes no time, lifting the younger woman up she lets out a savage cry as she runs Ahmya face first into the nearest ring post! Ahmya smacks the ringpost, then rebounds off it and smacks the ground just as hard! TDL pulls Ahmya to her feet once again, and goes to whip her into the guardrail but Ahmya reverses! She sends TDL careening into the guardrail! Ahmya takes a moment and charges in, sending TDL over the guardrail with a clothesline!

Terra Skye: And Ahmya has once again turned the tables! This is a great match!

Johnny Vegas: It’s okay, i guess

Terra Skye: shut up, Meg

Boy: GIGGITY

Ahmya goes and breaks the count, before heading back to retrieve her opponent. But TDL has recovered, and nails Ahmya with her own step up enziguri!! She then hops the rail,catching Ahmya’s head and spiking it with a leaping DDT! She then takes a moment to recover, before picking Ahmya up and rolling her into the ring to end this.

Terra Skye: This match has to come to an end soon, I can’t imagine what these two have left!

TDL slides in after Ahmya, and measures her up. As Ahmya gets to her feet, looking a little disoriented, TDL nails her with a roundhouse kick to turn her around, she then snatches her in a headlock and nails her with Breathe fire! She goes for the pin, hooking both legs and stacking Ahmya up!

Terra Skye: Breathe Fire! It’s over!

Johnny Vegas: well, fuck!

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TWO

THREE!!


Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner, and NEW CARNAGE WRESTLING CHAOS CHAMPION, THE DRAGON LADY!!

Johnny Vegas: And the hot potato belt finds a new waist!

Terra Skye: Shutup Johnny, don’t diss your own company’s titles! What matters here, is Dragon Lady is now a Champion here in Carnage!

The Dragon Lady accepts the title from Ref Jeff, holding it close and staring at it for a moment, before going to Ahmya and helping her to her feet. She raises Ahmya’s hand in the air, and points to her which elicits a pop from those in attendance.

Terra Skye: What a match! What a show! For Johnny Vegas, Boy, and myself, Goodnight legion!

Boy: DONT STOP BELIEVING TO DIE TWEEVER!

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Other than a statement that had been read out by Ryker and Seven, Alex had been Twitter dark and quiet. It was like he was a totally different person as he walked backstage. “The Venomous Bastard” Alex Winter was definitely not his usual smug and arrogant self. As he walked backstage, almost as if he was on a mission, he walked past the backstage crew, not once acknowledging them or their existence. He was dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans, with a pair of timberland boots on and a white vest, which was still covered in blood from Seven after the vicious attack earlier. Alex’s demeanor was definitely brutal and sadistic as he got to the locker room of “The Raven” Matt Knox.

Looking at the door, his expression didn't change, it was almost as if it was his body, just not him within it. Without warning, Alex kicks the door open, hoping to find Matt Knox in there alone, only Knox wasn’t in there. Bert jumps as the door swings open, turning around. He narrows his blue eyes and sneers, puffing up as much as he can.

Bert McAlroy: Don’t you knock, bitch!?

Alex Winter: You get one free punch, before I knock your head off your fucking shoulders!

Walking towards Bert, Alex still didn’t have any expression on his face at all. Once in front of Bert, Alex points to his chin and just stands there waiting for Bert to do something. Bert looks Alex over, and scoffs first, before squaring up and bumping chests with Alex once, then hauling off and throwing the stiffest punch he can into Alex’s mouth. Big Heart, not much ass on them McAlroys. For the first time, Alex shows some sort of expression as he wipes his mouth and looks at Bert with a twisted smirk on his face.

Alex Winter: Best you got?

Once he’d finished talking, Alex hit Bert with a roundhouse kick to the ribs and followed up with a hard right to his jaw. Bert crashes into the wall, letting out a pained groan as he lifts his hand to his jaw. He charges out, trying to dip Alex but can’t get the bigger man off his vertical base, despite a valiant effort.

Alex Winter: Come on Bert. Don’t make this easy for me.

A flurry of punches come at Alex from Bert, some landing but that doesn’t stop Alex from catching Bert’s arm, wrapping it behind his back before Alex slams Bert face first into the wall. Stepping back, Alex looks down at the slightly dazed Bert as he rolled onto his back. Alex gets on top of Bert, throwing a flurry of punches of his own to the face and switching it up with body shots too. One of Alex’s punches busts Bert’s nose open, the sight of blood putting a smile on Alex’s face. Alex gets Bert’s blood on his hand and just wipes it down his white vest that was already covered in Seven’s blood. Alex then gets to his feet taking a few steps back to look down at Bert and just starts laughing uncontrollably.

Alex Winter: Get up! Fight me like a man. Alex Winter can FIGHT!!!

Matt Knox: "Can he, though?"

Knox stands a few feet behind Winter. The stage hand who went and informed him of the shenanigans scurries off, he glowers at the back of Winter’s head, sneering before speaking again. His face twinged in pain once, betraying his strength.

Matt Knox: You really are just like Chris, huh? Picking fights with people who aren’t even ring talent. Kinda proves my point...Alex. Winter. Can’t. Fight.

Alex Winter: FUCK YOU!

Not even bothering to turn around, Alex punts Bert in the ribs as hard as he possibly could, once again laughing as he did. Alex then turns to face Matt, as Alex continues laughing like a maniac, the look in Alex’s eyes like something you’d never seen before.

Alex Winter: Wrong place, wrong time.

Matt Knox: For you.

And Knox flew forward, bashing Alex in the face with a hard forearm, grabbing him by the vest and spinning him around to instantly try and move the fight away from Bert, who was doubled over gripping his midsection. Using the momentum of Knox spinning him around, Alex hits Knox in the side of his temple with a vicious elbow, Knox breaking his hold he had on Alex.

Alex Winter: You’re right where I want you!

Winter goes to sweep the legs from Knox only for Knox to jump over the sweep attempt. This enrages Alex as he lets out some primal scream and runs at Knox who catches Alex with a punch straight into his mouth. This makes Alex bleed which just seems to anger him more as he wipes the blood from his mouth.

Matt Knox: Shoulda walked away, you son of a bitch.

Knox snatches Alex by the collar, paying him a headbutt before letting out a yell and lifting Alex, going to bash him through an equipment crate. However, Winter manages to catch him right in the Adam’s Apple with a straight jab. Knox drops Winter, backing up and grabbing at his throat as he coughs, and tries to catch his breath.

Alex Winter: Son of a bitch? I’m not your brother.

Seizing his moment, Alex runs at Knox hitting him with a Superman punch which sends Knox staggering backwards into the crate. You can see the venom in Alex’s eyes now, he senses his prey and strikes like the snake he is. Alex picks Knox up and hits a double leg spinebuster on him to the floor. Once again Alex strikes and jumps on top of Knox raining down lefts and rights to Knox’s face. It was like Alex had been overtaken by some venomous being out for brutality as he laughed continuing to punch Knox.

Knox manages to cover up after the first half dozen blows land, clearing the fog from hitting the floor and fighting through what damage the fists were doing. He manages to buck Alex off, getting up to one knee. Alex charges back in, raining fists down on the back of Knox’s head and neck until Knox manages to push forward, smashing Alex into an equipment crate to put the brakes on the assault. As he gets up though, Alex has seized a metal pipe, likely a spare part for the stage and blasts Knox in the head with it, opening up The Raven.

Alex drops the pipe, grinning as he grabs production cables, and kneels on Knox’s back, driving his knee into his spine as he wraps the cables around his neck and begins to choke The Raven out!

Alex Winter: At UC6 Knox, be prepared for me to retire you, for your daughter Hope to see how much of a failure you actually are.

Security comes running eventually trying to pull Alex off Knox. Alex just looks at them and back at Knox and smirks sadistically. Letting go of the cables, Alex gets off of Knox who just lays choked out on the floor.

Alex Winter: Alex. Winter. Can. Fight.

Bending down next to Knox, Alex makes sure to get Knox’s blood on his hand and wipes it on his vest along with Seven’s and Bert’s blood. Security pulls Alex away as EMT’s rush in to check on Knox as the Security stand guard. Alex just shrugs and heads off as his sickening laughter echoes throughout backstage.

Fade to Black.