Chaos 104 Results

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Terra Skye: Happy New Year, Carnage legion! Welcome to Chaos 104! We hope you joined us at--

Johnny Vegas: You do realize that most of these people already watched the show last night, right?

Terra Skye: Not necessarily.

Boy: Mothers graves!

Johnny Vegas: Well idiots would have watched the bullshit from last night, so if you HAPPENED to not watch... good on you.

Terra Skye: Last night was certainly, interesting. But that's neither here nor there. We're here for the first chaos of 2021, we've got a big night ahead of us!

Johnny Vegas: We've always got a big night. ALWAYS. One of these nights we're not and you're gonna look even dumber than usual.

Terra Skye: Johnny, you're the only one that looks dumb.

Boy: DRAGGING MY LEG!

Terra Skye: On that note, let's get into the show!

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Terra Skye: We're starting the night off by finding out who will be facing Annie Lennox, who won her shot at the CHAOS championship at Ultimate Carnage 6 for the since vacated CHAOS Championship!

Johnny Vegas: What happened with all that shit anyway?

Terra Skye: You know, I'm not sure. But around Ultimate Carnage the Dragon Lady decided to part with Carnage and in turn, vacate the Chaos Championship.

Boy: HORSERADISH!

Johnny Vegas: Eh, whatever. Let's just get into it and watch Raab murder referee boy.

Terra Skye: Wow. I know Lord Raab is a very legitimate competitor, but I don't think you're giving Sebastian enough credit. He's not done very much singles wrestling, but in watching him tag teaming with Dominick Strife, I think he'll be able to more than hold his own here tonight.



The bell barely finishes ringing as Lord Raab rushes Sebastian, knocking him down with a vicious clothesline! But much to Sebastians credit, he rushes back to his feet to find Raab in his face once more, grabbing him and looking for the Killerbuster already in this match! But Sebastian slips out of his grip, and darts to the ropes, springboarding off of them and hitting Raab with a springboard DDT! The big man doesn't go down! If anything, it's only angered Lord Raab even more as he lashes out with another clothesline, which Hawke ducks! Hawke turns around and sends a kick into the back of Raab's thigh - And another! Another!

Terra Skye: It's like I said, Vegas.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, bitch please. It's only a matter of time. I'll give bird boy credit, he's putting up a good fight.. But we all know how it's going to end.

Terra Skye: You're insufferable.

Johnny Vegas: You love it, I know.

Lord Raab turns around as Sebastian continues trying to take Raab's legs out from under him and BOOM! A massive headbutt to Sebastians temple, sending Sebastian down to his knees! Lord Raab follows up with a knee to the head, sending Hawke down onto his back! Raab drops to his knees, pressing Sebastians shoulders to the mat for the first cover of the match!


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Two--NO! Sebastian gets the shoulder up and rolls out from under Lord Raab.

Terra Skye: Sebastian isn't going down that easily.

Johnny Vegas: He might as well, at least he'll walk out of here without being, well d--

Terra Skye: That's enough. Shut your face hole.

Boy: SEVENTY ORANGES!

Sebastian pulls himself up with assistance from the ropes, as Lord Raab backs away - Rage in his eyes as he watches Hawke intensely. Like a bullet shot from a gun, Raab rushes Hawke just as he turns around - Knocking him up and over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor below! Raab follows his opponent from the ring, grabbing him by the back of his head, wanting to throw him into the ring steps, but as he Irish Whips the smaller man towards the steps, Hawke uses his speed and his agility to jump over the steps, landing on the other side with a mischievous grin! Raab pursues once he realizes that his plan has backfired, but Hawke again shows his quickness as he uses the steps as a springboard, taking Raab down to the floor with the "Hawkes Landing" running knee strike!!!

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be damned.

Terra Skye: Now Sebastian has to capitalize on this momentum swing! Get him back into the ring!

Getting him back into the ring is a much harder feat than Sebastian hoped it would be, but he manages to get Raab back into the ring before the ten count. Back in the ring, Sebastian doesn't waste any time, only letting Lord Raab get back to a knee before he knocks Raab onto his back with a boot to the face! Hawke drops down and hooks the leg, cover!


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T--No!!! Raab practically throws Sebastian off of him and climbs back to his knees, a scream of anger bellowing out through the arena!

Terra Skye: Well Lord Raab didn't like that at all.

Boy: HAPPY DAYS!

Johnny Vegas: And why would that scary motherfucker be happy?!

Terra Skye: This is a great way of starting the first Chaos of 2021 off, two men who really want that shot at the Chaos championship.

Hawke takes it in stride and gets back to his feet as Raab does the same. Hawke runs in, looking for the "Talons of the Hawke", but Raab grabs Sebastian by the throat - CHOKEINATOR - NO!!! Hawke slips out of his grasp and runs off, hitting the ropes and returns, hitting the "Talons of the Hawke" flush to Raabs temple! Raab goes down!


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... SEBASTIAN HAWKE!!!

Hawke rolls out of the ring, and away from Raab as the limited crowd cheers him.

Terra Skye: Hawke does it! He is moving on to face Lennox at Chaos 105 and he could very well be the next Chaos champion!!!

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be a son of a bitch.

Terra Skye: Let it be known that this takes nothing away from Lord Raab. He's proven here tonight that he's every bit the competitor that he's always been. His luck isn't always good, but even now, I'm seeing the improvements in him and he's going to be a contender.

Johnny Vegas: Damn right, or else he'll fucking kill everyone.

Terra Skye: I can't even with you right now. Let's just head into a short break and we'll be back with the next match of the night!

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Backstage: A Job Well Done

The Carnagetron screen flashes to life with a live look backstage. The view is a live look at the inside of Christopher St. James's office, where the Carnage Wrestling President is seated in front of a monitor that's on a bit of a delay, still showing the action in the middle of the opening bout. There's a knock on CSJ's door.

CSJ: Come in!

Dominick Strife wanders in from the side with a bit of a limp in his gait.

CSJ: Ahh, my boy, you made it. I was beginning to worry that you didn't get the invitation. Did you happen to bring what I asked?

Dom nodded and handed the Boss a bag of popcorn and a beverage that had clearly come from one of the concessions stands.

CSJ: Good good.

CSJ chuckled as he patted the seat next to him.

CSJ: Now come, have a seat my boy. Rest those weary legs of yours.

Dom Strife: Oh, no thank you, Sir. You seem like you're enjoying the show and I don't want to interrupt.

CSJ: Nonsense. I called you here because I wanted to know if you would be interested in watching Chaos with me tonight.

Dom Strife: Really?

CSJ: Of course!

CSJ held out the bag of popcorn.

CSJ: Would you care to have some?

Dom hesitated for a moment, but he reluctantly sat next to the Carnage President and took a handful of popcorn for himself.

Dom Strife: Thank you.

CSJ: No need to thank me, son. As a matter of fact, it is I who should be thanking you.

Dom Strife: What for?

CSJ: For your excellent match at Havoc, of course.

CSJ scoffs at the mere mention of that show.

CSJ: Pssh, Havoc. What an idiotic decision by the network. What a waste.

The two turn their attention toward the monitor for a moment to watch a big move.

CSJ: Dominick, if I may say so, even though I personally enjoyed your match, I couldn't help but to notice that your talents are being wasted on that failure of a brand. You do elevate the entire concept just by being there, which is great, but that's not how you should look at things.

Dom Strife: How... should I look at things?

CSJ: It's not about what Dominick Strife can do for Havoc, it's about what Havoc can do for Dominick Strife. Which, quite frankly, isn't much. You started off the new year doing exactly what you said you were going to do, to which I cannot express enough how greatly appreciative I am. My only regret is that you didn't actually kick Gunn's eyeball straight out the back of his head.

CSJ chuckled.

CSJ: Or that the whiplash didn't just snap his scrawny little neck.

Shocked by the statement, Dom put his hands up in defense.

Dom Strife: Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute. I never meant to hurt the guy-

CSJ: Sure you did.

CSJ grinned as he turned toward what he had hoped would be his protege.

CSJ: Dom, it's a cutthroat business. Everyone talks a big game about teams and factions and friendships, but look around you. I don't think I need to tell you that at the end of the day, everyone around here and everyone in this industry is only out for one person, and that is themselves. The way I see it, you have nothing to be ashamed of. With as much lies and deceit and slander that came out of Gunn's mouth I would have hurt him, too. At least now everyone in Carnage Wrestling knows where you stand.

Dominick stares off blankly into the middle distance as CSJ laughs.

CSJ: Now everyone knows not to fuck with Dominick Strife, unless they wanna lose an eye.

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Terra Skye: Wow. Sometimes all that I can say is wow.

Johnny Vegas: Oh jesus fucking christ, what's your goddamn issue now?

Terra Skye: It's bad enough that CSJ ordered the match that effectively ended the Entourage as we knew it, but the fact that our president is openly wishing that one of his competitors was killed isn't alarming to you at all? No wait, you're Johnny Vegas so of course it fucking isn't.

Johnny Vegas: He didn't say he wanted him to die. He just wanted his neck broken. That doesn't mean he wanted him dead. Just as a vegetable.

Terra Skye: Johnny!

Boy: ISSUE A TISSUE!

Terra Skye: It's abhorrent behavior. It really is. I'd like to believe that what happened at Havoc was just an accident and hopefully, Axton Gunn is okay, I'm not sure yet if we've received any official word on his condition but those of us at Carnage with a fucking heart and a brain sincerely hope that there was no long term damage to his eye and we do wish Axton a speedy recovery.

Johnny Vegas: Ehh. I never liked him. I mean, I'm glad that he got what was coming to him but his singing is still crap. I kinda wish Dom would have kicked him in the throat and saved us all from Gunn's music too.

Terra Skye: Oh fuck off you geriatric kiss-ass. You want to go back there and eat popcorn with the boss too? Then by all means leave because so far, absolutely nothing that you've said was worth the oxygen you wasted saying it and I refuse to play into your childish shit. We're going to move on to the next match where we're going to see the Avenger take on newcomer Jackal Kennedy-

Johnny Vegas: The Avenger? Fuuucckkk... I wish I could leave, Terra. But there ain't no way in hell that I'm leaving my announce booth alone with just your fucking petulant incompetent ass.

Terra Skye: Fuck you.

The Avenger makes his way down to the ring first to much fanfare from the limited, socially distanced audience in attendance here tonight. Because he can't high-five like he normally would, he makes sure to point out to the kids in the crowd to acknowledge them as he makes his way into the ring.

Terra Skye: Avenger looking confident here in the new year. It's always nice to see him like this.

Johnny Vegas: Confident? Him? Hahahaha. Here comes starting out 2021 as 0-1!

After he's in the ring Jackal Kennedy's music hits and Jackal makes his appearance. It's clear that, to Kennedy, his opponent is a joke, simply by the way he approaches the ring. But there's still a certain sadistic glare in his eyes as he steps up the ring steps, having kept his eyes affixed on The Avenger the whole way.

Johnny Vegas: See? I like this guy. He knows exactly what he's up against... not much... but he's not losing his focus. I'm calling squash. Two minutes, tops.

Terra Skye: We don't know that much about Jackal Kennedy to really make an assessment on him. Everything we've tried to verify about his credentials I know we have been unsuccessful in finding evidence for. But whatever, he's in the ring now and I guess we're going to find out what he's all about in a minute.

Boy: BACK AND TO THE LEFT-



The match begins with the two competitors circling the ring. Avenger comes in for the standard collar and elbow tieup but Kennedy kicks Avenger clean in the midsection. Kennedy's clearly not interested in side headlocks or wristlocks as he turns this into a brawl immediately. Avenger on the ropes early has to block a right hand to get a few strikes of his own in. The crowd cheers when Avenger is able to take the upper hand on an exchange and downs Jackal with a couple of successive clotheslines followed by a third that sends Jackal over the top rope and down to the floor below.

Terra Skye: Well, would you look at that. I guess your new boy should have taken the Avenger a bit more seriously after all?

Johnny Vegas: Look, bitch, the match just started.

Terra Skye: Call me a bitch again and see what happens.

Johnny Vegas: Don't tempt me.

Avenger breaks the ref's count as he rolls himself out of the ring only to take another stiff shot to the gut while pulling Jackal back to his feet. Jackal makes use of the ringside barricade and the steel stairs as things to irish whip the self-proclaimed superhero into, with loud reverberating thuds each time. Warnings issued, Jackal throws Avenger back into the ring. Quick cover gets a two count. Jackal stays tight on Avenger, however, with a ground and pound offense that at least at this point in the contest he seems to be well versed in. Jackal scoops Avenger up and drills him in the center of the ring with what appears to be a slightly modified version of a michinoku driver... that or he just wanted to dump the Avenger straight down on his head. Another cover produces another two-count.

Terra Skye: Avenger says that he's the heart of Carnage Wrestling because he has heart, and he's showing that here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: He's not the fucking heart of Carnage Wrestling. Besides, what good is having heart if your brains been put in a blender?

Terra Skye: It's called toughness, resiliency, refusing to lose.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, okay. This from the same guy who loses every show and claims to have saved fucking Christmas.

Jackal has some words with the referee, not sure what was said or why but it's quickly a non-issue. Kennedy waits for Avenger to push himself back up to his feet before going for a Shadow Play jumping cutter, but The Avenger is able to shove his opponent off midway. Avenger snaps off an impressive hurricanrana that sends Kennedy flipping over. Kennedy back up to his feet but he stumbles back into the corner. Running leaping uppercut by the Avenger stuns Jackal, followed up by a running bulldog that plants Kennedy far enough away from the ropes to be effective. Avenger shoots the half and hooks the far leg for the cover. One, two, Kennedy powers out after two.

Terra Skye: Damn! Close call there for the Avenger!

Johnny Vegas: That's it, that's the only offense Avenger is going to have in this match. That was his one shot and he blew it.

Avenger holds his head as he knew that he almost had the match won there. But he doesn't exactly stay on his opponent as much as he should, as he opts instead to take to the top rope. With his cape on, he calls out to the crowd that he's going to go for his Caped Crusade high cross body press. The audience is fully behind him as he leaps into the air only to have Jackal Kennedy simply move out of the way. Avenger hits the mat hard as Kennedy laughs at him. Avenger clutches his midsection as he forces himself back up to his feet only to be caught right in the face with a Goodnight Kiss superkick.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, that's it. That has got to be it.

Terra Skye: Cover!

Jackal with a lateral press and no legs hooked on the Avenger.


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Thr- No! Avenger rolls his shoulder up!

Johnny Vegas: What?! How?!

Terra Skye: He is the heart of Carnage Wrestling!

A much more heated exchange now between Jackal Kennedy and the Referee, stopping just short of Jackal taking a swing at him. But Kennedy finally relents, because, if the Goodnight Kiss won't put Avenger down for the three, he knows exactly what will. He pulls Avenger back to his feet and gives a cutthroat signal to the crowd that had been cheering his opponent on the entire night. Kennedy hooks Avenger's arms and twists him around to put him up onto his back for a vertibreaker piledriver that he calls the Bella Noir, but somehow Avenger manages to shift his weight and flip back down onto his feet. Jackal Kennedy, surprised, turns right into the Avenger's awaiting grasp as Avenger takes Kennedy by the throat, lifts him up, and slams him down with his version of a chokeslam! Avenger quickly drops down and hooks both legs for the cover.


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Three! - Jackal kicks out just a split second too late!



Johnny Vegas: WHAT THE HELL?!

Terra Skye: He did it! Avenger won the match!

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, by pinfall, The Avenger!

Terra Skye: Avenger is 1-0 in the new year!

The limited crowd is on their feet cheering as the Avenger gets up to have his hand raised in victory. Jackal Kennedy is livid. He comes up from behind Avenger and drills him in the back of the head with a running double-ax handle blow!

DING DING DING DING DING

Terra Skye: Oh, come on!

Boyl: BUT ME LIKES BELL-

The cheers immediately turn to a cavalcade of boos as Jackal Kennedy locks in a straightjacketed version of the anaconda vice that he calls the Blackout. The referee tries desperately to release the grip of the hold but Kennedy is too strong for him to make any difference. Referees and backstage trainers come running down to aide and assist but Jackal's point has been proven as he releases it only after the Avenger has literally blacked out.

Terra Skye: That's absolutely despicable! The match was over, you lost. There's no room for this in professional wrestling! Jackal Kennedy is a-

Johnny Vegas: He's what? A loser? Didn't you pay any attention to what he had to say this week? All he did was prove a point.

Terra Skye: What point?

Johnny Vegas: That it's all a joke, Terra. Jackal doesn't care about the wins and losses. All he wanted to do tonight was come out here and hurt the Avenger.. and that's what he did. Point proven, job well done.

Terra Skye: Oh fuck off with that shit.

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We head backstage, finding none other than the former CW world champion, Ken Davison and former UV champ Kyra Johnson deep in conversation.

Kyra Johnson: ...Well, you can go out there and bite Belle’s head off over something that Trent said, or you can chill out and enjoy yourself and save the aggression for later.

Ken sighs and shakes his head.

Ken Davison: You’re right.

Kyra Johnson: I know it.

She replies, grinning as she glances over, noticing the camera watching them - The smirk instantly falling from her lips as Ken follows her eyes and sighs himself.

Kyra Johnson: Oh lord. So, are ya’ll here looking for some juicy action?

Kyra says a devilish look on her face as she lays a hand on Ken's face, and leans forward as if she were about to kiss him - Getting close enough that her breath licks his lips before chuckling and sitting back down as Ken practically wipes the sweat from his brow.

Ken Davison: Tease.

Kyra Johnson: Got your mind off of being upset, huh?

Ken softly chuckles and shakes his head as Kyra beams with pride.

Ken Davison: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You win.

Kyra Johnson: It’s true. I’ve got all the luck lately.

She smiles, going back to ignoring the camera as she leans forward, grabbing his hand.

Kyra Johnson: Hey, seriously though? You go out there and you show them who you are. As a man, and as a fighter.

Ken brings Kyra's hand to his lips, kissing it softly as he nods his head and the scene fades back to ringside.

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Johnny Vegas: God, they're disgusting.

Terra Skye: I think it's sweet.

Johnny Vegas: Of course you would, but they're nothing but lying, de--

Terra Skye: I don't know what the hell your problem is, John. They're not here anymore. So why continue to hate Ken and Kyra for shit that doesn't even matter anymore?

Johnny Vegas: It's the principal of the thing! They're fucking assholes!

Terra Skye: Ugh. Let's just get into the next match.

Willis offers a hand to Cat in respect and they shake before they surprisingly resort to exchanging blows to start the match!

Terra Skye: Well I certainly didn't expect this to open this way.

Johnny Vegas: I like it!

Boy: NARF!

Willis eventually gets the upper hand and buries a knee in Cat’s stomach...Willis capitalizes and carries her over with a short firemans carry before trying an armbar. Cat sees that coming and rolls out to avoid it. They get to their feet and lock up. Willis puts a headlock on Cat, but she punches him in the side and he lets her go. She stands and runs toward the ropes, but as she comes back, she catches a dropkick to the face by Willis!

Terra Skye: No one has the advantage so far, but Willis may have got it with that dropkick.

Johnny Vegas: Think about how mad she'll be if she loses to this guy twice in a row!

Boy: USED CAR SALESMAN!

Johnny Vegas: How did you know that? I mean...no!

Willis bring Cat to her feet and twists her arm, he throws a few forearms at her shoulder and she falls to one knee. Willis sees an opportunity and locks in the armbar he was looking for earlier. Cat gets out quickly by sending a fist to Willis’s ribs. Cat gets to her feet but AGAIN Willis nails her with the high dropkick. He forces her to her feet and pushes her into the corner, before circling around and trying a running boot. She throws her hands up and moves her head, catching his leg across her shoulder, then drops to her knees, cracking his ankle against her. He backs off limping but she maintains the hold and hits a legscrew, which causes him to snap into the corner!

Terra Skye: Good move there by Cat, as Willis' offense is going to be hurt if he can't walk.

Johnny Vegas: That'll teach him to kick her in the face!

Terra Skye: Yeah, he was trying to win the match Johnny.

Boy: FAT MAN IS OBVIOUS.

Cat drops a knee onto Willis' ankle as he’s down. Willis gets to his feet after pulling his leg away from Cat's attempt to stomp on the ankle. But she adjusts and hits shark low kick right to the bone. Willis yells in pain and hops away. Cat tries to press her advantage but Willis lowers her head and headbutts her in the abdomen. He then grabs her by the head and jumps up into the air to SPIKE her head into the mat with a tornado DDT! He crawls over and makes the cover!


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THR-NO! Cat kicks out!

Terra Skye: This could be it! Cat is in some serious pain here.

Johnny Vegas: Cat is? Willis looks like he can barely walk in there!

Terra Skye: Yes, it's taking a lot out of both.

Cat staggers to her feet but in her daze, gives up her back to Willis, who hops on one leg up onto her shoulders from behind and flips forward to Shock the System with a stunner! He gets to his feet to try to move over and cover after Cat rolled away, but the sharp pain in his ankle causes him to collapse. Instead he tries to crawl over, which takes more time, and makes the cover.


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Cat throws her shoulder up, having enough time to recover.

Terra Skye: You'd think these two hated each other the way they're fighting.

Johnny Vegas: Willis took her belt and her tag partner left right after. She probably DOES hate him.

Terra Skye: Maybe some resentment but I would go as far as hate.

Boy: LOATHE ENTIRELY!

Willis pulls himself to his feet and Cat also manages to get up, a little wobbly. Willis hops forward and tries a sling blade, but Cortes twists mid-move and shoves him off, causing him to land on the bad ankle! He gets up and starts turning around, trying to force himself up, but Catalina charges in and NAILS HIM with the MASSACRE AT MELROSE! Willis crumples backward in a heap, his legs folded beneath him! Cat covers!


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...CATALINA CORTES!

Terra Skye: And just like that, Catalina gets back in the win column!

Johnny Vegas: That's right! Pinned the facepainted freak!

Terra Skye: You'd have to believe that if she wanted it, Cat could get a tag title rematch off of this.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, if she had anyone that wanted to team with her.

Boy: I WILL TEAM WITH HER!

Terra Skye: Boy, no.

Boy: ORANGE PLUS CAT EQUALS TEAM GARFIELD!

Johnny Vegas: That's actually not bad.

Terra Skye: Don't encourage him!

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“She’s a Genius” by Jet hits the speakers as Belle Silva makes her way out on stage and waves at The Legion, her trademark smile on her face. She makes her way down to the ring and picks up her mic as the music fades.

Belle Silva: Dearest Legion welcome back!

The crowd pops as Belle waves at them all again before The Legion settles.

Belle Silva: Right, so we had a pretty impactful 2020, a break, and now that we’re back there’s a lot more to catch up on. One of the biggest stories coming out of last year was the aftershocks of the World Title picture. Silvio Leon beat Ken Davison and now we get to hear what’s next from the former champion! Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, KEN DAVISON!

"Amen" by Halestorm plays as Ken comes out in his ring gear and a Carnage Wrestling t-shirt. He is in a surprisingly good mood considering his loss at Ultimate Carnage 6 had just been mentioned. Belle hands him a microphone which he accepts with a smile.

Ken Davison: Thank you, Belle. I appreciate the time.

Belle nods,

Belle Silva: Likewise! So, the big question for The Legion, how have you been holding up?

Ken Davison: I'm good. I'm just… I don't know. I guess you could say that I'm looking for some direction. The pressure of being a World Champion was difficult to deal with, but it gave me purpose. Professionally speaking, I think I need that.

The Legion pops slightly as they start to jeer the former champion. Belle motions for them to simmer down before continuing,

Belle Silva: Well, Ultimate Carnage saw not only your reign as a champion end but also Kyra’s. How has she been?

Ken Davison: We haven't talked about it, to be honest. She and I have been focusing on our personal relationship and not so much our professional one. We're both in a good headspace.

Ken lowers his microphone, but before Belle can ask her next question, Ken brings the microphone back up.

Ken Davison: I'm sorry, Belle. Brit we go on, I want to say something to the Legion out there booing me. I get it. I did a lot of deplorable things. I'm not expecting you to forgive me for what I've done. I just ask that you give me a chance. That's all I can ask.

Belle looks around her as most of The Legion falls silent, unsure what to do next. Quickly she fills in the silence with her next question.

Belle Silva: That’s fair. Now, I know that you said that you haven’t had a real chance to sit down and think about your professional future, but without that pressure of being champion that you mentioned, is there anything you’d like to pursue off the top of your head?

Ken Davison: It’s not that I haven't had time, it's that I haven't come to a conclusion as to what I'd like to do. I think I'd like to make a run at the tag belts with Kyra. I want a rematch with Silvio. I don't care about the title. I just need to prove to myself that I can beat him. The other thing I've thought about is maybe going for the Chaos Championship and working my way back to the top from the bottom. But right now, I just need to remind Trent Steel that one setback doesn't make me any less dangerous.

Belle nods again, applauding lightly.

Belle Silva: Alright, so let’s take the finish lines out of the equation. You mentioned Silvio and Trent, do you have eyes on anyone else you’d like to take on in the ring?

Ken gives Belle a sly smile.

Ken Davison: Catalina Cortez. She tested something about wanting to kick me in the head. I'm all about opportunity and a dare her try. The other person I'd like to face is the dearly departed Adrienne Levi. Again, that's my foolish pride, but I want to prove to myself that I can defeat her, too.

Ken turns away from Belle and looks directly at the camera.

Ken Davison: Adrienne, if you ever decide to come back, you name the time and the place, and it would be my honor to face you. Just say the word and I'll be there.

The Legion pops at the idea of the match and the mention of Adrienne’s name. Belle smiles her approval and waits for the volume to simmer down some before her next question.

Belle Silva: In terms of titles, let’s talk about the landscape in Carnage’s title picture presently. Can we get your thoughts on our current champion lineup after Ultimate Carnage?

Ken Davison: Targets, each and every single one of them. The new champions, Silvio and Test Tube Mickey Mouse, in particular, beat top-tier talent. Kyra Johnson hadn't lost a match in, what? Six months? I'm not saying that because I'm partial. That's a fact. So it's going to take some work for anyone to take them down. Also, I wouldn't be surprised if Catalina is back in the tag division sooner rather than later.

Picking up on something, Belle presses.

Belle Silva: Let’s talk about the tag division then. It sounds like you have a lot of respect for Catalina, and with good reason. She spent the better part of last year an undefeated champion. Ultimate Carnage saw new champions take the reigns in Team Rock Lobster, Axton Gunn, and Jon Willis. What are your thoughts on the teams that make up Carnage’s tag division?

Ken Davison: I'm still getting a feel for the tag division, honestly. I was hyper-focused on defending my championship. However, Catalina is vocal. The squeaky wheel gets the oil as the old cliché says. I suppose that between Catalina and wanting to tag with Kyra, my interest is piqued.

Another dream match firmly in the heads of The Legion at large, they once again cheer as Belle smiles over at Ken.

Belle Silva: Thank you so much again for the time Ken, did you have any final thoughts you’d like to share before I get out of the way for your match still to come, against Trent Steel?

Ken Davison: Before, I called myself 'Godly' because I felt I was better than anyone else. The fact of the matter is that I know I am still one of the best in the entire industry. Now that I've been dethroned, it's up to me to prove that statement is still true. That behind with Trent. Thank you, Belle, it's been a pleasure as always.

Belle gets up and shakes Ken’s hand as she smiles and waves at The Legion before departing and the ring crew takes the chairs out to prepare for Trent Steel versus Ken Davison.

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Terra Skye: As we get ready for the next match, I'm watching Ken and well, he's not looking very happy right now.

Johnny Vegas: Steel ran his mouth about the stupid, two-timing bitch that he loves, and he might have hit a nerve...like Trent Steel tends to do.

Terra Skye: You better watch your mouth or Ken's gonna knock your lights out, hmm?

Johnny Vegas: Pfft.

"Bleed the Freak" by Alice in Chains starts to play as Trent Steel walks towards the ring. He gets in the ring and doesn't even get his ring gear off before Davison takes him down and starts throwing fists into Trent's face!

DING! DING!

Johnny Vegas: I hate matches like this... Hating both competitors. What the fuck do I do?

Terra Skye: Um, do your job?

Boy: GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!!

Davison keeps pounding away on Steel's face until Steel grabs one of Ken's arm and twists around and slaps Ken into an armbar. Silent Cal tries to break them apart because Steel is under the ropes, and Steel responds by rolling out of the ring. Davison doesn't even take a moment before bouncing off the ropes and suicide dives right into Steel and into the barricade! The two are down for a moment. Steel finally gets his trenchcoat off and starts to get up at the same time as Davison.

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2...

Davison, like a man on a mission, starts punching Steel over and over again. He grabs Steel and tosses him headfirst into the steel ring steps and Steel lands hard right in front of the announcers.

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Terra Skye: Steel might be regretting his words at this point.

Johnny Vegas: No...he might be regretting saying them out loud, but I highly doubt he regrets saying them.

Boy: KICK HIM IN THE ARSE!

Davison grabs Steel and throws him under the bottom rope into the ring. Davison gets into the ring and grabs Steel and start hitting him with Muay Thai clinched knee strikes to the face over and over until he lets Steel drop. Steel spits out blood and the camera gets a shot of a cut on Trent's forehead bleeding. Could have happened at anytime in the last few minutes. Davison yells at Steel to get up and Steel starts to crawl to the corner, but Davison grabs Steel's left leg and slams his knee into the mat! Davison grabs Steel and drags him by the left leg to the corner. He puts Steel's left foot on the bottom rope and hops to the top rope. Double Foot Stomp to the Ankle! Steel howls in pain as Davison runs to the ropes and punt kicks Steel in the face!

Terra Skye: Steel's not mounting much of an offense here.

Johnny Vegas: He got his shots in before the match!

Boy: SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!

Davison grabs Steel and lifts him up. Turnbuckle Powerbomb! Followed up by a curb stomp to the back of Steel's head! He sets up Steel for a "Kenadian Destroyer" but Steel slides out of it. Davison turns and gets hit with a jawbreaker from Steel! Steel and Davison are both down for a moment as Davison starts to get back up first.

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Davison gets up and stomps Steel again and then picks him up. He yells at Steel and then bitch slaps him! Steel stumbles back into the turnbuckle post. Davison runs forward and Steel leaps up catching Davison in the jaw with a kick to the face. Steel goes up top...flying cross body! Steel rolls off of Davison who kips up and gets met with a kick to the gut from Steel. Trent goes for the fake out kick to the back of the head, but Davison catches it and spins around throwing Steel back into the turnbuckle post with Steel's chest making a thunderous, sickening, SLAP!

Terra Skye: Steel can't seem to mount any offense on Ken Davison, and that's unusual. Steel is one of the better tacticians in Carnage Wrestling.

Johnny Vegas: This was a tactical nightmare! I get he's screwed up and mad at the world, but you gotta be able to back up your shit if you're gonna say some shit about an ugly, failure of a woman, you know?

Boy: THE CLAWWW!!!

Terra Skye: Now I'm hoping Ken comes over here and takes your head off your body.

Davison watches Steel hit the mat and slaps the Iron Claw onto his head! It looks like Davison is going for the "Plus One", but Trent reaches up and puts his fingers in Davison's mouth...MANDIBLE CLAW!!! Davison tries to get his knee strikes into Steel's midsection but Steel positions his body just out of reach of the strikes causing Davison to hit nothing but canvas! With his free hand Steel pushes himself up to get a vertical base and Davison tries to follow. The two are now standing and walking back to the ropes trying to get more pressure on the other. Steel let's loose a chop to Davison's chest and then shoves Davison down with the hand using the mandible claw! Steel backs away from Davison. Davison gets up and he is livid as Steel goes to the outside of the ring. Silent Cal starts his count as Davison isn't waiting and goes over the top rope and starts to follow Steel whose walking around the ring. Davison charges at Steel and Steel hits him with a drop toe hold into the steel steps on the outside!

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Steel tosses Davison into the ring and slides in. Steel shakes his head and looks down at Davison and a sick smile comes over Steel's face as he double stomps on Davison's left hand!

Terra Skye: Oh dear...

Johnny Vegas: OW! Like...I get payback for his ankle but...

Steel grabs that left hand and slaps on a hammerlock and with his knee to the back of Davison's head is keeping Davison facefist on the mat. Steel keeps wrenching the hand at the wrist like he's trying to go for a break of sorts. Steel slaps the back of Davison's head with his free hand. All that does is piss off the former world champion to where he pushes up with his free hand and grasps the ropes. Steel gets admonished to let go of the hold and lets go before he gets disqualified. Steel returns the curb stomp from earlier to the back of Davison's head! Steel's face is a crimson mask at this point adding to the look of psychoses he is giving Davison. Steel catches his breath for a moment and picks up Davison. Irish whip to the corner with authority sending Davison, chest first, into the turnbuckle. Steel rushes forward with a chop block. Davison lands in front of the turnbuckle post, face first. Steel rushes to the outside and grabs Davison's right arm...VERTICAL CROSSFACE AROUND THE POST!!!

Terra Skye: He's gonna try to pull Davison's arm out of his socket!

Johnny Vegas: He's using the gravity against Davison with all of his weight pulling on the arm straight down it's harder for Davison to move get out of the hold.

Boy: SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!

Silent Cal rushes to the outside and starts to admonish Steel to break the hold since it's on the outside of the ring. Steel finally let's go as Davison rolls more towards the center of the ring. Steel gets into the ring as Davison is trying to get feeling back into his right arm and Steel grabs that right arm and whips Davison violently to the corner! Steel goes to rush the corner but Davison flies out and they both take each other out with clotheslines!

Terra Skye: Both former world champions are down for the count! This match is high caliber from both men and it's the first Chaos for the year!

Johnny Vegas: Both men are stubborn, psychotic, and pissed at each other. I'm surprised we didn't make this an Ultraviolent match!

Boy: Sound off!!

"The Legion" are up on their feet, limited audience numbers not withstanding, and start clapping.

"This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!"

Finally both men get up at the same time. Using the ropes they both stand across from each other. Steel is the first to make a move. Middle finger at Davison. Davison responds in kind and they both charge. Lou Thes Press from Davison takes down Steel and Davison unloads with a fury of punches on Steel. Grabbing the injured ankle from earlier Davison drags Steel to the center of the ring and slaps on "Twisted Faith"! Steel tries to make it through the pain using his arms to try to get to the ropes, but can't make it. He taps!

DING DING DING!!

Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner by submission...Ken Davison!!!

Davison isn't letting go of the hold for a moment and when he finally does he grabs Steel and decks him again in the face before rolling Steel out of the ring. Davison gets his hand raised as he keeps talking trash down to Steel who is in real close to the cameras on the outside.

Trent Steel: I think I pissed him off...damn...

Terra Skye: Understatement of the year.

Johnny Vegas: Go Away! BOTH OF YOU!

Boy: YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!

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

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Terra Skye: Well, we’ve finally made it this far. Zephyr is in the ring and waiting for her opponent this evening, The Lab Rat King, Carnage’s new Ultraviolent Champion; in a match that I’ll be surprised anything will be left standing in the aftermath.

Johnny Vegas: Nothing. Luckily I already have an escape route planned in my head for when the building starts to collapse, using Luktar over here as a walking shield against falling debris.

Boy: Always use protection!

The Lab Rat King makes his appearance at the top of the stage, Grace at his side. Zephyr doesn’t bother waiting though as she slides out of the ring and charges up the ramp! LRK sees this and growls, charging forward as the two meet on the entrance ramp!

Terra Skye: Sheesh that was fast!

Johnny Vegas: Guess Zephyr does have a death wish.

Zephyr charges in and ducks a clothesline attempt by The Lab Rat King, she casts a quizzical look at Grace, but quickly turns to fire off a dropkick to the back of LRK’s knee! King staggers but doesn’t fall, quickly turning and backhanding Zephyr across the face, sending her flying and colliding with the barrier at the side!

Johnny Vegas: Ha! Serves her right for trying to catch the big guy off guard!

Terra Skye: I’m honestly amazed that she’s still standing…

Boy: Durable and resistant to wear and tear!

Zephyr holds onto the barrier to keep from falling and sees LRK fly toward her. At the last moment, she moves out of the way, tripping LRK in the process and sending him face-first into the barrier! Roaring, LRK slams the ground and gets back up as Zephyr does the same. The two growl at each other, neither backing down before the Ultraviolent Champion charges Zephyr, picking her up and driving her to the lighted wall on the side of the entrance to the stage! Sparks shower the two of them as The Lab Rat King starts to lay into Zephyr with several punches before grabbing her by the head and pulling her out of the crater she had created.

Terra Skye: Wow, that had to have done it…

Johnny Vegas: Heh, knew psycho chick didn’t have what it takes to take on King.

Boy: Surprise is nigh!

As soon as Zephyr touches the ground after being tossed, she rolls right back to her feet and charges at King, spearing him in the gut and driving him back first into the wall! Sparks fly for the second time as King hammers his fists into Zephyr’s back, Zephyr buckling under the pressure. Grasping quickly, Zephyr grabs a lightbulb and smashes it into King’s face! The Ultraviolent champion roars in pain, doing his best to brush the glass from his face as Zephyr backs up to catch her breath.

Terra Skye: Quick thinking on Zephyr’s part, but that’s not going to keep The Lab Rat King busy for very long.

Johnny Vegas: I think that was an unfair advantage! She was in a shattered glass match at Ultimate Carnage, she has prior experience in the field!

Boy: History teaches the best!

Grabbing a nearby chair, Zephyr charges but is quickly stopped as Grace steps in her way! Trying to get by her as quickly as possible, Zephyr tries to roll around her, but a recovered King quickly drives his foot into the chair and right into Zephyr’s face! Zephyr goes down as Grace steps to the side and King once again stands over Zephyr. Thinking quickly, Zephyr reaches for the chair but King moves to stand on her wrist, trapped, Zephyr can only watch as King kneels and begins once again pummeling her with several strikes!

Terra Skye: A momentary distraction by Grace and Zephyr is in deep trouble!

Johnny Vegas: Ha! That’s fantastic!

Finally drawing blood, LRK motions for Ref Jeff to come over and start making the count.


ONE!

Zephyr reaches up and touches the blood on her face, a sick smile cutting through the red mask.


TWO!

Rolling to her feet, she looks up as Grace is checking on King and out of the corner of her eye, she sees Belle appear. She smiles silently and pushes a brightly wrapped package over to Zephyr, lifting the lid to reveal a set of brass knuckles, custom-designed. Zephyr smiles and Belle pecks her on the cheek before going back the way she came to avoid drawing attention to herself.


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FOUR!

Slipping the knuckles onto each hand, Zephyr gets to her feet and whistles over to King.

Zephyr Quinn: You done resting yet?!

With that Zephyr charges and leaps high into the air, catching King by surprise with a superman punch! The big man staggers but doesn’t go down, swinging an arm in Zephyr’s direction. Surprisingly light on her feet, Zephyr dodges and aims a punch at the King’s wrist! Following up, Zephyr peppers King’s side with as many quick jabs as possible before bouncing back out of his reach. King staggers toward the edge of the stage and Zephyr suddenly gets an idea. Charging at the UV champ, she throws herself into him. King easily catches her, but overbalances backward, sending both falling backward through various tables set up for the ring crew! Waving off Ref Jeff’s count, Zephyr climbs back up onto the stage and looks down at an unmoving King. Leaping, Zephyr looks to drive both her feet through King’s heart!

Terra Skye: Zephyr looking to add an exclamation point!

Johnny Vegas: Not if King has anything to say about it! Look!

With amazing speed, King moves at the last moment and grabs Zephyr by the feet, sending her to the ground, hard. With a roar, he picks her up and hangs her upside down by her feet, on display for the entire Legion before roaring in her face and throwing her into the soundboard and equipment!

Terra Skye: SHIT!

Johnny Vegas: Wrap this up Jeff, bitch is toast!

Boy: Extra crispy!

Jeff runs down to make the count as everyone else at ringside scurry to try and figure out what to do.


ONE!


TWO!

Zephyr doesn’t move as LRK watches intently. He sniffs and his eyes widen as he notices movement in the rubble.


THREE!


FOUR!

Not willing to risk it King charges into the rubble, slamming his fists down on top of Zephyr! She’s ready for him and grabs a chair, holding it up to shield herself and deflect King’s fists away from her! Getting her feet between herself and King, she kicks with all her might, sending King stumbling back as she manages to crawl out from the wreckage and fall to her knees, gasping for breath. Seeing King quickly recovering, Zephyr makes a mad dash for a ladder leading to the scaffolding above, desperate to create some space between the two. Cursing, she sees LRK quickly follow her, undeterred by heights. Waiting until she sees his head, she launches a fist at his nose, only for him to grab her hand! She holds on for dear life as he tries to yank her off of the platform, but she quickly hits him in the side of the head with her other hand, cursing as he let’s go of her arm, only to slip off the brass knuckles and throwing them to the ground!

Johnny Vegas: Heh, good on her for going with a classic, but her only chance of winning now is gone!

Terra Skye: Forget that! If either of them falls, what’s going to happen?

Johnny Vegas: They go splat and become some crappy artists’ excuse for a work of art.

Boy: Art for the masses!

LRK finishes getting onto the platform with Zephyr and the two trade blows, King quickly able to back Zephyr onto a nearby scaffolding platform hanging above various pieces of equipment used to set up the ring. Knowing she wouldn’t win a straight blow-for-blow contest with King, Zephyr dodges as best she can and grabs his arm, wrapping herself around it and pushing her feet into his face, almost trying to dislocate his shoulder! Picking her up, he swings his arm down and bashes Zephyr’s back against the railing! Picking up his arm, King grabs Zephyr with his other arm, pulling her off and throwing her down the scaffolding! Rolling through to her feet, Zephyr once again charges at King and drives the fist still wearing a brass knuckle repeatedly into his side! King backs up to the railing and with a sudden surge of power, picks Zephyr up, looking to deliver the Empty, Hollow Thud from up high!

Terra Skye: Oh god, I can’t watch!

Johnny Vegas: I’m going to need so many stiff drinks after this…

Boy: Can’t fly without wings!

At the last moment, Zephyr grabs King by the head, pulling with all of her might as the momentum carries both competitors over the side of the railing and into the equipment below!


One!!


Two!!


Three!!

Terra Skye: I can't believe this! These two have done so much to each other, I don't think either of them are stirring yet!


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Five!!


Six!!

Johnny Vegas: Are they dead?

Boy: DYLAN HAS A NOTE!


Seven!!


Eight!!


Nine!!


The crowd watches on in complete awe as they expect one Monster or the other to rise from the hole created by their fall...


TEN!!



Terra Skye: Holy shit!!!

Kelly Carmichael: This match... Is a DRAW!!!

Johnny Vegas: No one wins? I WANT THE LAST TWENTY FIVE MINUTES OF MY LIFE BACK!!!

Terra Skye: What a fucking match! It's almost fitting that these two fought each other into a draw! Jesus! I wouldn't be surprised to see these two fighting over the Ultr--

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Suddenly as the two competitors are climbing out from the wreckage of their match, the Carnage Arena is plunged into total darkness.

Johnny Vegas: Who turned out the fucking lights?

Terra Skye: Maybe C$J forgot to pay the electric bill over the holidays.

Boy: EMBEZZLEMENT!

There are scuffling sounds in the dark, a sharp metallic snap, a bestial roar. And just as suddenly as they shut off, the lights pop back on again. King is on one knee on the floor, rubbing the back of his head, eyes wild, seething dangerously. His eyes are locked on the center of the ring.

Mitch Heart is standing in the center of the Carnage Arena, his unpatched eye glinting wildly, a vicious grin splitting his face. In one hand he holds a steel chair.

In the other, raised up, he holds the UltraViolent Championship

Terra Skye: I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing. What… what in the world is Mitch doing?

Johnny Vegas: Taking some damn initiative!

Staring the apoplectic giant in the eye, Mitch holds the leather to his mouth. Not breaking his gaze, he sinks his teeth into it, a callback to King’s own claim to the belt, before disappearing through the crowd. The only thing that follows Mitch Heart out of the arena is the malicious, joyful laughter of the mutant monster as he revels in the prospect of a challenge long-overdue.

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There is no smoke, no video, no pyrotechnics, no music. Instead, making his way down the ramp for the first time as the Carnage World Champion, Silvio Leon walks in silence, carrying the title slung over one shoulder. He’s dressed in street clothes - jeans, red Converse, and a black shirt with the Rider-Waite tarot’s Queen of Swords design printed on it. His typically jocular manner is notably subdued, and he seems focused entirely upon the ring before him. He climbs between the ropes, then nods in thanks to Kelly Carmichael as she gives him a mic, before leaving the Oracle in the center of the ring. Silvio hesitates for a moment before smiling sadly and lifting the mic to his lips.

Silvio Leon: I was really looking forward to this match.

Silvio paces slowly around the ring.

Silvio Leon: People never seem to take Adrienne as seriously as she deserves to be taken. I cannot fathom this. She has been mis-characterized, had assumptions made about her, and folks seem to forget the fact that after an initial few losses at Carnage, she has been a force to be reckoned with.

He pauses, seeming to consider.

Silvio Leon: Maybe that’s not quite the imagery I want to conjure. Adrienne isn’t someone I would equate with anything blunt or cudgel-like. Adrienne, as she has been so often accused of being, is nice.

Raising a brow, he gives a lop-sided smile.

Silvio Leon: Ade and I have both been on the receiving end of, ‘You’re too nice.’ My own tag partner, Carnage’s Lab Rat King, has told me that...


The World Champ clears his throat and does his best approximation of King’s gravelly tone.

Silvio Leon: You’re too nice, Leon. It’s going to get you into trouble one of these days.


He shrugs, still smiling.

Silvio Leon: I don’t know about it getting me in trouble, but it sure has gotten me out of quite a few scrapes. See, here’s the thing. ‘Nice,’ has a few different meanings. Sure, one of them refers to something or someone being pleasant, or mild. But another meaning for, ‘nice,’ is, ‘scrupulously exact.’ And that is the meaning that best fits Adrienne Levi.


His smile turns into a grin, a little twinkle in his eye.

Silvio Leon: She might not agree with that assessment, but of all the people in this company, the prospect of fighting Adrienne intimidated me maybe more than anyone else. And I’m not just saying that to be sweet. I’m saying that because once she has her blade in hand, the Queen of Swords rarely misses.


Expression growing serious, he holds up a hand, shaking his head.

Silvio Leon: You wanna know how Adrienne has beat the industry stalwarts that she has? She hits the tapes like nobody else. Levi is exacting in her study. If you are her opponent and there is a scrap of footage of your work out there to watch? She’s seen it. She knows you. She knows your strategies. She knows what you’ve been through as a wrestler. She knows your triumphs and tragedies. And my God, if you ever decided not to come correct, she knows that, too. I have, time and again, watched her pin people to the floor with their own words and actions before she ever did with her moves in the ring. I was weirdly both dreading and anticipating seeing what her analysis of me would be like. Because watching tapes is fine, but it isn’t enough. Information doesn’t mean anything until you adopt a framework to analyze it. And Adrienne’s analyses are informed by over a decade of experience in the business.

Standing in the center of the ring, Silvio raises his brows.

Silvio Leon: People seem to forget that. Ade might have been new to the particular role she played in Carnage, but she’s got a veteran’s soul. Part of the reason Adrienne is so perceptive is because she had so long been relegated to a role in which all she was allowed to do was observe; never act. And she was kept there because of the men in her life. Men who were afraid of her potential and took advantage of the fact that she is a woman in a business that is dominated by men. Christ, we still see sexism running rampant in wrestling today. That she broke away from that to strike out on her own and make herself champion takes the kind of grit, determination, and faith you rarely see outside of fiction. And wouldn’t you know it…

Smirking, he rolls his eyes.

Silvio Leon: She comes to Carnage and gets more of the bullshit she’s been coping with for the entirety of her career straight out the gate. But Adrienne? She called it like it was, conceded nothing, and beat that toxic, semi-sentient sludge composed of unresolved daddy issues, and poor fashion choices every time they got into the ring together Ax roll that footage!

From his spot near the announcing table, Axton Gunn, wearing his stunna’ shades, gives the thumbs up and presses a button on a remote. The house lights dim, the Carnage-tron fires up, and the music starts.





As the video fades out, Silvio gives a pleased sigh.

Silvio Leon: That never stops being funny. Adrienne showed consistent and constant improvement during her time here, and her commitment to that progress rewarded her richly. She took her Baltimore City Championship to heart. It wasn’t just a title for her; it wasn't just a few pounds of metal and leather that afforded her status. She made this city her home and she made connections with the people in it. She wanted to give back to the place that had given her so much. Heck, she had an opportunity to take this strap I have right now, but she turned it down because this city has her undivided heart. She had Baltimore; she didn’t have to have the world. But you know what? She still beat the guy who did. As far as I’m concerned, Adrienne Levi has just as legitimate a claim to this title as I do.

Silvio’s jovial expression sobers somewhat as he continues.

Silvio Leon: Adrienne is my friend. My friend is nice, but more importantly, my friend is kind. My friend is brave. My friend is resilient. My friend is strong not because of what she endured, but in spite of it. My friend is magnificent. My friend is Baltimore’s Champion.


He stops, expression contorting as his voice momentarily breaks.

Silvio Leon: My friend is hurt.

Silvio sighs, gripping the title slung over one shoulder a little tighter for a moment.

Silvio Leon: She’s hurt and she’s not going to be able to continue here at Carnage because of it.

Shaking his head, his mouth tightens into a hard line for a moment before shifting into a sad, slightly wavering smile.

Silvio Leon: ...I was really looking forward to this match. I was looking forward to *all* of your matches. The unfairness of this all - the cruelty of circumstance - is almost too much to bear. As easy as it is to fall into bitterness, that won’t help anyone and it won’t change anything. Action is the antidote to despair. And while I can’t do anything to change the reality of this situation, I can at least do this.

Looking into the camera, resolute, he continues.

Silvio Leon: I believe in Adrienne Levi.

Turning, he gestures to the Carnage-tron as its screen comes to life, and the house lights dim again.

Silvio Leon: And so does Carnage.

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A familiar Instagram Live feed lights up; Axton Gunn grins into the camera, his face smeared with gold glitter. He’s wearing one of Adrienne’s t-shirts, standing in front of a tall glass window with the Baltimore Cityscape behind him. The chat feed scrolls by, full of almost nothing but purple hearts, mixed with text cheers from the Rockstar’s followers.



    We love u Adrienne!

    YASS QUEEN

    ADE RAID

    Monster slayer!!!!

    Come to LA omg

    ADE RAID

    ADE RAID

    Love u girl!!!!



Axton Gunn: Hey Ades! It’s ya boi. Just wanted to say thanks--you made this SoCal Sucker actually kinda like Baltimore… maybe… a little.

Axton sticks his tongue out, teasing, and holds up a laminated card on a metallic gold lanyard; it reads ‘Adrienne Levi’, and below that, ‘VIP - Full Access’.

Axton Gunn: Holding onto this for you until the next time we meet up… it’s a lifetime backstage pass to all my future shows. You deserve somethin’ special. I know no matter what you’re doing next you’re gonna crush it.

He blows a kiss with a wink.

Axton Gunn: Believe in you, sweetheart. See you around. Be proud!

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Mitch Heart: I guess I should’ve seen this coming.


A cigarette smolders between Mitch Heart’s fingers, his good eye looking up at the sky. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere in the Carnage Arena back halls.

Mitch Heart: I mean, this shit always happens to people who don’t deserve it. Ade made it a point to rep this city to the best of her ability. She even moved here, though it didn’t break her from the unfortunate condition of being a goddamn Bolts fan.

He chuckles roughly, pulling in a drag and exhaling it, in complete defiance of a nearby NO SMOKING sign.

Mitch Heart: In that case… I mean, her friends can always pay her a visit. Hang out when they’re in town if she wants to. Shit like that. The real pity here is for the fans. Ade was a joy to watch in the ring. Nothing scared her, and if it did, it didn’t matter, she’d stare it down anyway. She was an inspiration for a ton of you… somebody very close to me included. You didn’t love Ade, you probably didn’t have a goddamn soul.

Another drag. His hand trembles a bit.

Mitch Heart: She’ll be okay. Tough chick like that, she’ll be fine. It’s the rest of us I ain’t so sure about.


He pauses, looking at the camera straight on, his crooked little smile bittersweet.

Mitch Heart: Slay on, Queen of Swords

Stepping away from the wall, Mitch walks off, patting the door next to him as he walks by - a locker room still marked with the name ‘Adrienne Levi’.

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Trent Steel: This is probably going to be odd coming from me of all people...

We fade in to see Trent Steel looking very different than we normally see. Trent's got his long hair pulled back, wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses, a white dress shirt, black vest and matching slacks.

Trent Steel: I know. I look really lame right now, and I am sad to say this was the only time I could fit into my schedule right now for this. Through the last year or so of Carnage I've got regrets. Many of the regrets include not getting a real chance to get to know the newer roster, but what I can tell you is, unlike me, no one has anything bad to say about Ade. Well aside from being a Colts fan. I mean...everyone's got bad taste. I'm the guy who still wears the same outfit to the ring as the nineties for crying out loud. I want to say that on behalf of the roster this is really a tragedy. You don't want to see someone have to retire before they're done. This life is harsh on the body. It's harsh on the mind. And the mind right now is what I am worried about. Which is why I am pleased to announce that through Blue Blood International's new charity endeavors...All of Ade's medical bills are going to be paid for as well as her housing. Anything else she needs is gonna be covered as well. The last thing anyone should have to be concerned about after something like this is how am I going to make it work now? I know it's no world title, but it's hopefully going to help at least.

Trent reaches over and pours a glass of scotch from a bottle off camera.

Trent Steel: Cheers Ade.

With that Trent takes a drink and sighs.

Trent Steel: Well, back to work. Hope this new chapter in your life isn't going to be a downer. And if you ever do get healthy enough to want to do a comeback...you got a match with me on the docket.

With that we fade to static.

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After a quick cut of the camera, the scene fades in to the interior of The Aerie, located in rural Bel Air, Maryland. Standing in profile to the camera is one Will Prydor, whose eyes never leave the ring in front of him as his eldest child runs around between the ropes, giggling all the while as she pretends to do the things she’s seen her father do on TV. Will is a bit soft spoken as he turns his head slightly to look more into the camera for a brief moment.

Will Prydor: Making it in this sport is tough enough to start with. Look at how many people attempt it and never get out of wrestling school, or become stuck in their backyards. Being a valet? Even harder. Sure, anyone can stand around and look pretty, but let’s be honest, folks. A good valet, a good manager, is incredibly hard to come by. The psychology of knowing what to say to your client, when to say it, and how to say it to get the best possible result at any given moment is something that many people spend years trying to learn.

Then there are managers who decide that they’ve had enough of simply being at ringside. They want to get in the ring and do the things they’ve tried to inspire their clients to do. These, while not as rare as the managers who master their craft, are still a rarity in our sport, and anyone who is able to make that transition deserves the praise and accolades that follow.

Will trails off for a few seconds, watching his little girl bounce off the ropes and toddle to the opposite side, and a paternal smile can’t help but show on his face.

Will Prydor: While I never got to cross paths with Adrienne in either aspect of her career, anyone who knows anything about this sport knew that she was going to be one to watch for. She’s one of that rare breed to successfully make that jump from ringside to actively being in the ring, and actually thrive in doing so. I’ll admit, in the last year watching Carnage from home, I had her penciled in as a star in the making.

And then, like so many others in this sport, her body simply took one impact too many. Ours is a cruel sport. While I’m certain she could continue her path to success back at ringside, I know from experience…once you’ve stood in the limelight, the focal point of an arena full of fans, it’s hard to go back. I’ve seen it happen before to people, to the one or two I have seen make that jump. They end up trying to find that next moment, chasing that glory and living vicariously through their clients. That’s not how I see Miss Levi, and judging from her actions in light of the worst news someone in our sport could receive, that’s not how she sees herself either.

There is a pause, and Will steps forward to take his daughter into his arms as she crawls under the bottom rope, panting and exhausted but looking happy.

Will Prydor: If the next chapter in her life is anything like the ones that have come before, there is no doubt in my mind at all that Adrienne Levi will succeed at it.

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The scene fades in to the apartment of Jonathan Willis, as Jon is adjusting his webcam. Jon nods, satisfied at its placement, then takes a deep breath, ruffles his hair, and speaks.

Jonathan Willis: I believe in Adrienne Levi. I’ve always believed in Adrienne Levi. And I will continue to believe in Adrienne Levi. Thank you for all that you’ve done. Thank you for being an inspiration for so many. I’ll keep things short and sweet, and simply say this…

...You were the best of us. And we’ll never forget you. Thank you.

Jon lightly kisses his hand, then puts his hand over his webcam. He taps his chest, over his heart, a few times. He nods, waves goodbye, and the scene fades.

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Kyra Johnson: I know that much better people will have much more eloquent things to say here... 

Her voice is heard before the picture brightens, revealing the former UV champ, seated on the ground backstage, tucked away in a dark corner.

Kyra Johnson: But here I am anyway. You know? It's a damn shame to watch young and budding careers end way before their time..While people like me go out there night after night trying to kill themselves - Only to be able to go out and do it again and again and… Again.

She looks down and shakes her head.

Kyra Johnson: I'm sorry I never had the pleasure, Adrienne. Rumor has it you were scared of a potential match against yours truly.

She smirks.

Kyra Johnson: I'm flattered. But from what I've seen? I'm not sure I would have wanted to stand toe to toe with you either. It would've been fun though, to one of us at least.

She pauses for a few moments, her golden hues peering up into the lens - the smirk having fallen from her lips.

Kyra Johnson: One of the best things I've seen is fans wearing those 'Levi. Won't. Die.' shirts. They believe in you, Adrienne. That never give up attitude resonated with them and they love you for being who you are. Unapologetically so. You've done a lot more for Carnage than most would care to admit, and you've given 'old timers' like me some things I can take with me and be a better version of myself. So thank you. Thank you for being a singular bright spot amid the shit and the darkness that the world sometimes forces down our throats. I believe in you, Adrienne. Don't ask me to admit that more than once…

She winks.

Kyra Johnson: But I do. Now go, live your life, and for God's sake... Be happy.

She smiles again, softly, waving as the picture fades to black.

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The Avenger is spotted backstage handing out copies of his AvengerVerse, Vol. 1 trade paperback to anyone willing to take one, when a camera comes awkwardly running up and in his face. He sticks his head out to the side, as someone is talking to him quietly off-camera.

The Avenger: You want me to say what?

More talking and Avenger is nodding.

The Avenger: Well, I wouldn't be a superhero if I didn't inspire hope and courage, would I?

He turns around and places his stack of books on the table behind him, then turns back to the camera with a hero's pose.

The Avenger: Greetings, Citizen Levi! I heard that you are leaving Carnage Wrestling for really bad reasons. If you'll excuse my harsh language, that sucks! Especially since you're not even the evil version of you that tried to ruin Christmas with a Krampus hologram!

He looks off to the side of the camera again.

The Avenger: She's not, right?

The camera shakes back and forth to indicate 'no'.

The Avenger: Okay, good! Anyway, I know you did a lot of hard work to get where you are and having that taken away by getting hurt can't be the way you wanted to go out. But fear not, Citizen! Because you inspired a whole group of people with your rise to the championship and maybe one day, there will be someone in this business, going for the Baltimore title because they once saw you do it! That's a legacy you can be proud of!

He offers a thumbs up.

The Avenger: Safe travels, Citizen Levi! You will do great things!

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Sebastian Hawke appears on the video screen, wearing his “I Believe in Adrienne” t-shirt, tears freely falling down his face as he does his best to hold back his emotion.

Sebastian Hawke: I honestly wasn’t expecting to be this upset, but if there was one thing I could have learned from my time spent watching Adrienne kick ass in Carnage, it’s that sometimes, it’s ok to show a little bit of emotion. I only got to share the ring with her once, an epic tag match that saw Axton and I squeak by with a win. She was one of those rare people that inspired SO many, myself included, to just be better. I hope that one day, I’ll be able to reach out and do the same, but for right now, I’ll never stop believing in Adrienne Levi. Be well and safe journey!

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No lights, no music, but suddenly The Legion pops as Zephyr Quinn limps her way out onto the stage, mic in one hand and a black bag in the other. Shrugging off more medical staff as they try to help her she looks worse for wear as she makes her way down to the ring and joins Silvio inside.

Zephyr Quinn: Never imagined myself to be any good at this sort of thing but in life there are those encounters that leave you with this sudden urge to become something more than what you are. When Adrienne joined Carnage, I was busy fighting Mitaxia, my sister Mia under a mask, I’m sure we all remember. Adrienne had only just had her second match since starting and had gotten done with an interview with Belle. Mia came down and shoved Adrienne out of the way to get to Belle and I’ll never forget this moment for as long as I live, Adrienne ended up delivering her first tornado DDT on Mia.

The Legion pops as they all remember the moment and Zephyr does her best to encourage them to be louder.

Zephyr Quinn: Fudge yeah. Once upon a time, I wore the same title that Adrienne wore with pride, the Baltimore Championship. I held that title and I let my sister corrupt its image, its legacy. It wasn’t my finest moment but I learned my lessons, I came around, and I thought I had nothing more to learn. Then Adrienne came in and not only did she win that belt, she defended the legacy, increased the prestige, and became the very personification of what that belt was made to represent. She took me by surprise again and showed me exactly what it meant to be Baltimore’s champion. She showed me the type of champion that I aspire to be one day. I wanted to do this in person, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Wincing, she puts the mic in her back pocket as she takes the bag off of the corrupted version of The Baltimore Championship, deemed, ‘The Wonderland Championship.’ Snapping the belt together she places it gently in the center of the ring.

Zephyr Quinn: This is for you Adrienne. I don’t have much, but I have my words, my bond. I promise that when I hold one of those title belts again, I will defend it with every fiber of my being. ‘I Believe in Adrienne’ isn’t just some saying, it’s my battle cry. She made Carnage better just by being here. You’ll be missed.

Zephyr lets the mic drop from her hand as she drops to the ring and rolls out to the floor, heading back up to the backstage area.

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As Zephyr exits, the Carnage-tron lights up again, revealing the interior of a cozy living room.

Kane leans back from the laptop sitting on the coffee table, satisfied with the angle; he sits beside his wife, Grace, on a plush sofa in a brightly lit apartment. His UV title belt is draped over the back rest to his side, and he sits back to allow his spouse to settle his daughter on his knee. He smiles gently down at her, turning his eyes back up to the camera.

Lab Rat King: Hey, Levi. It's great to be able to talk to you like this… I guess you could say from here on out, I'm about to have a lot more ‘good days’.

Grace gives the camera a smile, nodding.

Grace King: From what I’ve seen and heard, you’ve been there for my husband during one of the most fraught times in his life. I can’t thank you enough for making the effort to connect with him. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask.

The Lab Rat King seems to agree, sighing through his nose. While he might feel partially responsible for what had happened, he knew it wasn't what Adrienne would want to hear. He lets Luna play with the drawstrings of his hoodie as he goes on.

Lab Rat King: Anything at all. It's the least I can do for all you did for me. I don't think I can put into words what it meant to be for you to just sit with me, even when I scared you. You helped me find my humanity again. Wherever you go next… we believe in you. You're gonna go far.

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The Carnagetron screen lights up with a visual of the arena's back parking lot, to Dominick Strife leaning against a brand new full-size pickup truck. It's the same pickup truck that was given to him by Christopher St. James, along with the hefty bonus that was supposed to go to Adrienne Levi. The crowd in the arena boos as Dom sighs and folds his arms across his chest.

Dominick Strife: It's not fair. Life never really is. It's well past a cliche at this point, but I've got another one for ya. It is what it is.

Dom looks down at the pavement beneath his feet and kicks at a small stone.

Dominick Strife: You know? I really hate this. Because at one point in time Miss Levi, I really thought you didn't have what it takes. I really thought you wouldn't be able to make it in this business because I thought that you weren't cut from the right cloth. To borrow a phrase from a fellow competitor, you didn't seem like you were made of sterner stuff. Now I'm not going to stand here and tell you that a few concussions prove my point right, because it doesn't... didn't... whatever. Injuries happen to everyone around here. The phrase, the tougher you are, isn't your ability to avoid damage, but to embrace it.


Dom reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the key fob to the truck parked behind him. He presses the button to activate the lock.

Dominick Strife: So I'd say you've proven you're about as tough as any motherfucker around here, myself included. And I was really hoping that you and I might be able to settle our differences in the only place that seems to matter, inside that ring. But that looks a lot less likely to happen now and it sucks and it's unfair. You see, I like to think that the differences we share shouldn't be set aside. I think they should be celebrated. I think they should be fought over. I think it's the fight that's in us that makes us, no, forces us to be better people. I think it's the challenges that refine us into the best versions of ourselves.

Dom waves the fob in front of the camera.

Dominick Strife: And that's why I've been considering your circumstances a lot since you made the public announcement of your injury. It's not right and it's not fair... not because these things don't happen, but because that they happen to the wrong people. You see, I've come to terms with the reality that you weren't right for this business not because you weren't the right person, but because this business and this industry at large wasn't right for a person like you. Carnage Wrestling, and the world wide promotions that span the globe, need more Adrienne Levis in their ranks. People that are willing to fight through adversities, to find the courage, to detract the naysayers and to break the old molds. I can only imagine that you were well on your way of doing that... and there's a part of me that still can't believe that you won't be able to continue doing that at least here and now. So here's what I'm going to do.

Dom pulls himself away from the new truck, and walks over to an old, rusty, and beat-up pickup truck. He settles into the drivers seat and slams the creaky door shut behind him.

Dominick Strife: I'm going to take a page out of your playbook, Ade. I'm going to get back to being me. I'm gonna drive this key right up and hand it to you, put it in your mailbox, mail it out to you, whatever I have to do. It's not much, but it's a start. Hopefully a fresh one, if you will. You do what you need to take care of yourself and to feel fulfilled. Just know that your work will continue here in Carnage. Your influence is the one thing that no one will ever be able to take away from you.

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The house lights go up again as the Carnage-tron goes dark, the focus turning once again to the man in the middle of the ring.

Silvio Leon: To everyone who contributed, you have my gratitude.


He exhales, shoulders sinking.

Silvio Leon: And Adrienne, for everything you’ve given to Carnage…

He looks up, gaze meeting the nearest camera as if addressing the Baltimore City Champ herself.

Silvio Leon: ...Thank you.

Setting the mic down, he steps out of the ring and walks back up the ramp with the title, the Carnage-tron coming to life one last time with Adrienne’s logo - a sword haloed by a crown - emblazoned across it.

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CHAOS 104 CREDITS:

Opening - Barbie

Match 1 - Raab Vs. Hawke - Barbie

Segment - A Job Well Done - Chuck

Match 2 - Kennedy Vs. Avenger - Chuck

Segment - The Man You Are - Barbie/Ken

Match 3 - Cortes Vs. Willis - Joe

Segment - Beyond The Belle - Mia/Ken

Match 4 - Davison Vs. Steel - Jay

Match 5 - LRK Vs. Quinn - Mia/Zen

Segment - Iniative - Jess

Segment - The Queen of Swords - Sil / A lot of people

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