Chaos 105 Results

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Terra Skye: Good evening everyone! Welcome to Chaos 105!!!

Johnny Vegas: Yes! Welcome to yet another edition of Carnage Wrestling's Fuck you hour! Wooo!!

Terra Skye: What in the hell does that even mean?!

Johnny Vegas: You know exactly what that means.

Terra Skye: No, I really don't.

Boy: Seventeen oranges past midnight!

Johnny Vegas: Thank you, Boy. At least you get me.

Terra Skye: You don't have a clue what he just said.

Johnny Vegas: Sure I do, I talked to Ray since you know, he's unemployed again - And he gave me some lessons on 'boy speak'.

Terra Skye: No you did not.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, so you're gonna just glance over the fact that Havoc is no more and focus on the less important fact that I was indeed lying through my teeth.

Terra Skye: That's right, I most definitely am. But on the subject of Havoc, after the hearing, the city shut the show down temporarily. That's about all I can say about it, so let's get back to you, you lying prick.

Boy: GROSS NEGLIGENCE!

Johnny Vegas: OR... You can tell everyone the thing that our esteemed boss told you to announce.

Terra Skye: Fine. CSJ will be out here to speak about the Ultraviolent title match at Act of Defiance in about a month later on tonight, but he also had to address the Baltimore City Championship and it's future after Adrienne Levi unfortunately had to vacate it after she had to retire from wrestling due to injury. But, there will be a Baltimore City Championship match at Act of Defiance, and at Chaos 106 there will be two matches to determine which two wrestlers will be fighting for that belt!

Johnny Vegas: That's it?

Terra Skye: Yep. That's it. I don't know who will be vying for a shot - but whoever it is, I'm sure they'll put on a great show at 106. Anyway, it looks like we're about to get a vignette from our world champion, so let's take a small break and see what Silvio Leon has to say before we get into the first match of the evening!

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The scene fades in on Silvio in his tattoo parlor. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a black t-shirt with purple-colored citrus fruits beneath which reads the word, ‘purples,’ the World Champ sits in his tattoo chair, arms on the arm rests, title belt settled over one shoulder.

Silvio Leon: A lot has happened in a very short amount of time. We are a different roster than what we were prior to UC6. We don’t know what that means yet, but I’ll tell you this.

Silvio looks up, meeting the gaze of the viewer.

Silvio Leon: Your belief in me isn’t misplaced. I am here for Carnage.

He shifts in his seat

Silvio Leon: Now, I know the arrangements have already been made for this show about who I’m facing at Act of Defiance. And Cat? Trent? I’m going to be watching you two closely. But going forward, all else being equal, I want to prioritize opponents who haven’t gotten a shot at gold before. I want to do my part to promote the talent on our roster.

He shrugs.

Silvio Leon: I’ve had some folks ask me about the whole three defense limit thing, so let me just clear something up here. I keep hearing people crowing about how they’re going to beat so-and-so’s record for the number of defenses for the belt they may be holding. That’s all well and good, and if that’s how you want to define your success, more power to you. But if you ask me?  In a ballroom full of people trying to outdo each other with more lace, ribbons, and silk, no one can take their eyes off the naked man.

He gives a cheeky little grin, patting the belt.

Silvio Leon: So here’s the deal, Carnage. You got three shots to take this off me.

He points to the camera, grin widening.

Silvio Leon: Yes, with this limited time offer, you can be the Carnage World Champion for the bargain basement price of taking three seconds of my day.

He raises his brows, still smiling.

Silvio Leon: So I guess the question is...who's got my number? One…two…

Winking, he levels a finger gun at the camera.

Silvio: ...Or three?

He clicks his tongue as he, ‘fires,’ at the camera, and the scene goes black.

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Terra Skye: You gotta respect what Silvio Leon is trying to do as the CW World Champ.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah. It's alright I guess.

Terra Skye: Regardless, whoever wins later on tonight is going to give him a run for his money for that belt. Who knows if he'll make it to three defenses.

Johnny Vegas: Uh huh. Shut up.

Boy: Ketunnen Type!

Kelly Carmicheal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is our opening tag team bout betweeen the teams of Zack Tyler and William Keene versus Macho Libre and Violent Mist!

Terra Skye: First off, Johnny - I hate you. Now, onto this match, it's an interesting pairing between these four competitors wouldn't you say?

Johnny Vegas: Two newbies versus two idiots who are somehow still ont he payroll

Boy: CHA CHING!



The bell rings and starting off this match is going to be Keene and Macho Libre. The two square off with Macho getting the upper hand in a collar and elbow tie up. Headlock, toss into the ropes, Keene bounces back only to get taken down by an armdrag takedown from Macho! Macho quickly lets go of the drag and tags in Violent Mist. Mist and Macho grab Keene and hit him with a dropkick, double kip up, wait for Keene to get up. Double Superkick!

Terra Skye: Macho and Mist seem to be working really well off of each other.

Johnny Vegas: It's all those Haggistacos they've been eating...

Terra Skye: Really?

Johnny Vegas: Hell no! Dem's nasty ass...

Boy: POO POO PLATTER!!

Violent Mist is celebrating a bit to much as Keene rolls over and tags in Tyler. Tyler charges thru and hits a variety of judo strikes on Violent Mist. He grabs Mist's right hand and executes the "Hand of God". Mist howls in pain and backs up into his corner where he is blind tagged by Macho Libre. Tyler lets go of the hold as Mist rolls out of the ring screaming in pain. Macho goes up top and leaps to hit a cross body, but Tyler catches Macho and shifts Macho around to set him up for "ZT Destroyer"! He connects! Macho quickly taps out to the submission part of the move.



Kelly Carmicheal: Here are your winners by submission...the team of Zack Tyler and William Keene!!

Terra Skye: Mist made a huge mistake celebrating to long. That cost him and Macho the match for sure.

Johnny Vegas: I think Tyler broke Mist's hand! Ick!

Boy: Paper, Rock, Hell No!

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“She’s A Genius” by Jet rings out and Carnage’s head reporter, Belle Silva comes out on the ramp and blows a kiss to The Legion before flashing her trademark smile before heading down to the ring. Getting in, she picks up her mic and waits for the music to fade, though The Legion hasn’t stopped cheering for the “Voice of Carnage.”

Belle Silva: CARNAGE LEGION!!!!! How’s it going?

She smiles and laughs as they only get louder causing Johnny Vegas to cover his ears in misery.

Belle Silva: Sorry Johnny, but our fans are excited! Who wouldn’t be though? 2020 is gone, the drama it carried with it washed away, mostly. It’s time for Carnage to move on into whatever may come this year; and what a way to do it! At Chaos 104 we saw a beautiful tribute to Adrienne Levi…

She pauses for The Legion to react.

Belle Silva: Several new stars debut.

More cheering…

Belle Silva: We had a monstrous match that saw Carnage’s newly crowned Ultraviolent Champion take on… Well, he took on a very game Zephyr Quinn…

The fans holler for “The Crazy Angel” and Belle, possibly on track to becoming Carnage’s resident power couple.

Belle Silva: In a match that saw chaos and mayhem reign supreme! In the end and when the dust settled there were more questions than answers but THAT isn’t why we’re here…

She glances around her knowingly, a sly smile spreading on her face.

Belle Silva: 2021 also saw some of the drama from 2020 carry over with drama from The Entourage. Are they still a group? Will we ever see the fun-loving group reunite? Everyone here with us live and everyone watching at home, let’s say we start doing some digging together? My guest tonight INSISTS that not only is a reunion possible, but it COULD even happen tonight. Please help me in welcoming… SEBASTIAN HAWKE!!!!

"The Near Future VII. Time to Fly" by I Fight Dragons rings out and The Legion once again pops as Sebastian Hawke bounds out to the top of the ramp, already in his ring gear and brand new duster barely brushing the ground. He is all smiles as he makes his way down to the ring, and lightly hops up onto the apron before flipping over the top rope and landing right in front of Belle. He picks up his mic and takes his seat as the music fades.

Sebastian Hawke: Thanks, Belle!

She nods as she takes her note cards and places them gently on her lap.

Belle Silva: Honestly, with everything that has gone on leading up to now, I’m surprised it took this long to have you on the show. I’m happy you’re here, so let’s get started, shall we?

Sebastian nods and his mouth split into a grin.

Sebastian Hawke: Sure! To answer an age-old question that I’ve only heard a half-million times since joining the roster; am I single?

He pauses, sly as ever.

Sebastian Hawke: Yes. Yes, I am.

The women in the crowd cheer and Belle blinks, speechless. She quickly recovers though and laughs lightly.

Belle Silva: Well, there you have it, folks! This interview is over!

The pair laugh at the joke before Belle sobers first.

Belle Silva: Ok, but in all seriousness, let’s cover tonight. Chaos Title, you versus Annie Lennox in tonight’s main event with the winner being crowned Chaos Champion. How are you feeling going into this match?

Sebastian chews on his words thoughtfully before speaking.

Sebastian Hawke: If you had told me late last year that this is where I’d be at the start of 2021, I’d have called you a liar. I found a lot of success in the tag division and while a lot of people out there feel that success can only be determined by the accessories you wear…

He pauses but trucks on.

Sebastian Hawke: It isn’t though. I signed with Carnage to have fun doing what I love. I might have lost track of that with everything that has happened within The Entourage, but that’s what I was doing last year. I was having fun, right up until I lost the tag title match with Dom and The Entourage imploded.

Belle nods and lets Seb stew in sadness only briefly.

Belle Silva: A match I might add, that saw you do SO much that left everyone watching in the back wide-eyed and speechless. After all of that, and we’ll go back and cover the drama in The Entourage; how does it feel to be back in singles competition? The last singles match you were in saw you in a losing effort against Mitch Heart. After that, you moved onto tag team competition where you excelled but has also caused several to look at you as nothing more than just a tag team competitor who won’t make much of a splash in anything other than the tag division. How do you respond?

Sebastian blinks at Belle but quickly responds.

Sebastian Hawke: You certainly know how to drive your point home don’t you?

Belle Silva: I’m a reporter, it’s what I do.

She smiles at Sebastian, a gesture meant in friendship to relieve some tension.

Sebastian Hawke: Well, you do it well. It’s a weird feeling? Like, Raab touched upon it briefly, and right now I’ll have to go on record saying that he was the one that even had forced me to look at this situation. You’re right, I’ve had exactly one singles match in my Carnage career so far and it was a losing effort. At the very least that match served to put me on the right track and force me to reevaluate the person I was becoming as soon as I had set foot inside this door. Realignment is necessary and if you look at The Entourage, Ax had an awful debut in Carnage. Dom didn’t get started very well either. We’re three peas in a pod that put our three talents together and came up with something amazing. Am I nervous about my title match tonight? Absolutely. Just as nervous as I was when I found out I was going up against Lord Raab. But I felled that monster and I’m going to overcome this challenge. I think I’m ready to not only be a champion but Chaos Champion.

The Legion pops and Belle applauds with them. The noise settles and Belle continues.

Belle Silva: Now, you mentioned the drama within The Entourage and so many people want to know right now, what exactly is going on?

Sebastian shuffles his feet nervously and tries to laugh lightly, only for the sound to come out like a gnome car sputtering to a start. He squeaks again, but recovers and replies.

Sebastian Hawke: Honestly? I don’t know. I mentioned that in my eyes, the creation of The Entourage, the feud with Rock Lobster, was all done in the name of fun. I thought it was just a way for the four of us to drive each other to that next level. At a certain point though, it became all about the titles, the ability to say that they were the best of the best in that particular division. Egos were hurt and then things only escalated instead of letting cooler heads prevail.

Belle Silva: What do you think caused the implosion?

Sebastian stops and hesitates, looking down at his feet before back at the nearest camera.

Sebastian Hawke: I don’t think it was any one person or any one thing that caused everything to go boom. I feel like we were all playing mad scientist and our meddling with chemicals, with different aspects of competition, with a feud against each other, then being thrust into title opportunities; it all just got to be too much and it blew up in our faces. I know what people want me to say. Some want me to point the finger at Jon, who was invited to be a part of this and to them I say bull. I love Jon, he’s an amazing talent and if I have it my way, he’ll be a part of the newly reformed Entourage. Others want me to point the finger at my tag partner, Dom. Again, I can’t. The dude has ambition and the talent to accomplish whatever he’d like. Sure, he wanted those tag belts but so did I. I didn’t go to sleep at night imagining a world where Dom and I didn’t win, but sadly, that’s what happened. The situation stung, but as you mentioned, some of my best ring work happened in that match. I had fun every minute and I don’t regret anything except maybe not succumbing to gravity so easily. Ax? I can’t blame him either. The Entourage was his vision, I hope it STILL is his vision, and I’m hoping that the four of us can somehow come to an understanding and go back to having fun. Belle, if you don’t mind, could I call Ax and Dom out here now to see if we can do just that?

The Legion pops and Belle sits stunned for half a second before she can reply.

Belle Silva: Yeah… Yeah! Of course! Bring them on out Seb and let’s see if we can see The Entourage reform right here TONIGHT!

The Legion pops as Seb stands and looks up at the stage ramp. He smiles and then yells out over The Legion.

Sebastian Hawke: So… Ax? Dom? What do you say you come out and we handle our shit so we can move on?

Sebastian waits as The Legion continues cheering. There is only a brief moment of silence before “Primadonna Like Me” by The Struts rings out and Sebastian lets out a cheer as Axton Gunn comes to the top of the ramp and makes his way down to the ring, sliding in and giving Seb a big hug. Sebastian hands his mic over to Ax as the music slowly fades.

Axton sighs against the mic and gives the Legion a lazy salute; his eye is still dark with bruises, though it’s healed a fair bit since last he was in the ring.

Axton Gunn: Thanks, Sebby. I really appreciate you going out on a limb like this. I know it’s been rough for you with everything going down with the Entourage lately. I didn’t want you to get pinched like this.

Axton holds up a hand to the Legion.

Axton Gunn: You know, I was in a really bad place the first time y’all saw me here. And I owe you an apology for seeing me like that. But I’m getting better… thanks to Silvio, thanks to Jon, thanks to you, Seb. And Dom… I get why he’s mad. So now I’m--

“Shoot to Thrill” by AC/DC interrupts him and Dominick Strife comes out to the stage, mic already in hand. Forever excited, Sebastian runs over to the ropes and sits on the second one, motioning for Dom to join them. Dom shakes his head and simply raises the mic to his lips.

Dominick Strife: Sorry Seabass. No.

He makes direct eye contact with Axton and Seb before dropping the mic carelessly to the ground. Axton gawks openly.

Axton Gunn: The fuck do you mean, ‘no’? I’m sticking my neck out here for you--

Dominick turns away and walks to the back.

Axton Gunn: Hey! HEY. HEY WHAT THE FUCK. FUCK YOU, MAN.

Sebastian barely has a chance to register what just happened as Ax charges after Dom, Seb only barely able to hold him back as he gets sandwiched between Ax and the ropes! The show cuts to a commercial break as Belle tries to get everything back under control.

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Johnny Vegas: Hahahahahahahaha... Put his neck out there just for Strife to say a big 'fuck you'. Now you get why I called this the CW 'fuck you hour'?

Terra Skye: Do I still think you're a moron? Why yes, yes I do. Anyway, I just wish Axton and Dominick could figure their shit out because it's tearing Sebastian apart - Will that affect his match later on tonight? I sure hope not, but I guess time will tell.

Boy: GROVER CLEVELAND!

Johnny Vegas: Of course, Boy.

Terra Skye: Are you still on with that? You literally told us you lied about knowing what Boy was saying... You're not fooling anyone.

Boy: FROSTY SLEEVES!

Johnny Vegas: I said no such thing! Now shut up! It's time to watch this piece of garbage earn my undying hatred!



The Avenger starts things out by offering a friendly handshake to Biggie Easton, who actually returns it in a show of respect. They begin to circle each other and Easton opts to lock up with the superhero, but that doesn't go well for Avenger who gets pushed back so hard he lands on his back and flops over to his belly. Avenger pops right back up to his feet though, smiles and gives him a thumbs up for the effort.

Johnny Vegas: This idiot makes me sick.

Terra Skye: Because he's not a miserable pile of shit like you?

Johnny Vegas: Exactly!

Biggie decides to lunge in so Avenger ducks, then begins kicking at his legs and thighs. Easton grabs him by the head and executes a kneelift to the ribs to stop that. He tosses Avenger into the ropes but as he comes back he leapfrogs over Easton and lands behind him. Biggie turns around right into a dropkick! He staggers back into the corner and Avenger charges for another one, only for Biggie to lunge forward with a running shoulder block that again sends Avenger flying backward onto the mat.

Easton grabs Avenger and drops him back down with a sidewalk slam, then covers!


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Avenger throws his shoulder up.

Johnny Vegas: Oh my God...

Terra Skye: Are you forgetting that Avenger won his match at Chaos 104?

Johnny Vegas: Nope, but trying to forget it. Why can't this big fuck just end this now so I can get on with the rest of my night?

Easton quickly gets to his feet and picks the superhero up again, delivering a clubbing shot to his back that knocks him back down. From there he irish whips Avenger into one corner, then as he bounces he back he throws him into the other. With the back worked on to his liking, Biggie lifts Avenger up into a bearhug! He squeezes as hard as he can but Avenger begins to rain down shots with the point of his elbow, so instead Biggie tosses him into the nearest turnbuckle. He runs in but Avenger hops up to the top and Biggie runs shoulder-first into the ring post!

Boy: VEGGIE BURGER!

Johnny Vegas: I know, Boy.. what a fuckwad.

Terra Skye: Ugh.

Easton staggers backward and Avenger straightens his cape, before diving off with the Caped Crusade....and he's caught! Easton changes his grip and locks Avenger back into the bearhug! Avenger goes back to his strategy of driving the point of his elbow into the top of Easton's head, and this causes his grip to loosen and Avenger slips out, then slides under the legs of Easton, before dropkicking him in the back!

Johnny Vegas: Jesus Christ on a cracker.

Easton stumbles forward and his head collides with the middle turnbuckle. Avenger then runs and launches himself off of Easton's back onto the top turnbuckle, before turning himself around! The crowd gasps at the feat of athleticism. Avenger looks out and gives them a thumbs up, but that's just enough time for Easton to get up and clip his legs out, causing him to fall down hard, backside first, onto the mat. Easton lifts him up and clips up to the middle rope, before raining down punches and knocking the Avenger silly.

Johnny Vegas: Good! Knock the idiot out of that fuck!

Terra Skye: I don't get you sometimes.

Johnny Vegas: What's there to get? I'm an asshole who's always drunk out of his mind. Sums it up pretty nicely.

Easton begins to shove Avenger's face down onto the top turnbuckle, but Avenger throws back his head and hits the knee of Easton, causing him to let go. He also gets wobbly, so Avenger slips underneath him and lands a SUPERHERO KICK to the back of his leg! Easton begins wobbling, as he can't maintain his balance with his leg weakened. Avenger then flips back under and grabs Easton by the throat...using his own falling momentum against him to hit a MASSIVE CHOKESLAM FROM THE SECOND ROPE!

Johnny Vegas; Okay now, come on. Seriously?

Terra Skye: That was amazing! I didn't think Avenger could pull that off!

Avenger slides into position as Easton groggily tries to pull himself to his feet, then lands a SUPERHERO KICK to the kneeling Biggie! He covers!


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... THE AVENGER!!!

Terra Skye: He did it! That's two in a row!

Johnny Vegas: Whoop-de-doo.

Terra Skye: You just have to rain on every parade, don't you?

Johnny Vegas: It's what I do, Skye. It's what I do.

Terra Skye: Well congratulations to the Avenger on another hard fought victory. Let's head into another break! Be back in a few!

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“Money” by Pink Floyd plays and C$J appears at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from The Legion. He smirks, uncaring as he waits for his music to fade. The Legion continues to boo him and this only draws a bigger smile from the bo$$.

C$J: I know how much you all love me but what I have to say presently is pretty important. Has to do with the Ultraviolent division and a little spat at Chaos 104. Wouldn’t want anyone to miss it, especially all those people sitting in the nosebleed section because they can’t afford a better seat.

The boos only ring louder and C$J taps on an imaginary watch. After several minutes, the jeers finally fall to a dull roar and C$J’s voice can be heard throughout the arena.

C$J: Barely into 2021 and already we have interesting things taking place. Now, Chaos 104 saw Zephyr Quinn, the almighty “Conscience of Carnage,” take on the UV champion, Lab Rat King. The end of the match saw a draw but the most talked-about moment was Mitch Heart doing what Mitch Heart knows how to do best; stealing. He made off with the UV strap, caused a stir on social media, and now here we are. I could give two shits about either of the three of them in all honesty, so here’s what we’re going to do. Chaos 106 is our go-home show before Act of Defiance. As such, at Chaos 106, we will see Zephyr Quinn take on an opponent of King’s choosing. In turn, King will take on an opponent picked by Mitch, and Mitch will take on an opponent chosen by Zephyr. Later this evening we will hear from each of these three individuals and they will each reveal their picks. Now, how’s THAT for starting things off with a bang? If I’m being honest, there’s something about watching three people who despise each other, have control over each other’s fates. Is anyone else excited to see the bloodbath at 106, or is that just me? Probably me… Oh! Speaking of violence; Act of Defiance is right around the corner and I hereby book the Ultraviolent Champion, The Lab Rat King to defend his title against the man that stole the belt at Chaos 104; Mitch Heart! With everything at stake, the title and everything fueling this rivalry I don't feel that I can trust just ANY ref to handle this and I REALLY want to see this person make that final pinfall count, watch the light in her eyes fade as she realizes that she isn't the champion and this isn't her shot. Zephyr Quinn, congratulations, YOU will be the official for the Ultraviolent title match at Act of Defiance! Stick that in your conscience why don't you, bitch?

With that, “Money” picks up once again and C$J tosses the mic to the side before heading up the ramp and into the backstage area.

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Terra Skye: Wow, picking each others opponents for the next Chaos... That's going to be interesting.

Johnny Vegas: Well since I was actually paying attention, I'll say this... Zephyr being the ref for the title match at Act of Defiance is a sick fucking burn.

Terra Skye: Well, CSJ is nothing if not persistantly an asshole.

Boy: DRAINING THE PIPES!

Johnny Vegas: I need to drain a pipe, if you know what I'm saying.

Terra Skye: Well you're gonna have to wait, the next match is about to start. It looks like Hans and Axton are already in the ring and awaiting the opening bell!



On the third ring of the bell, Axton Gunn extends a hand toward Hans Ondik in a classic ‘come at me bro’ gesture, provoking him into a direct charge! As Hans sprints toward him in an attempted clothesline, Axton ducks neatly under his arm, rolling back to his feet behind his opponent with a playful air guitar. Hans whips around and goes for a grab, but Axton drops to the mat, lunging upward from his back to knock Hans in the jaw with a quick jab!

Johnny Vegas: As if we didn't already know this, but Hans is obviously out of his element here with someone who actually has wrestling talent.

Terra Skye: Well I think you're wrong, but I think after what happened earlier - Axton might be here to make a statement tonight.

Johnny Vegas: In other words... Another fuck you is in order. See... THAT'S why I called it the fuck you ho--

Terra Skye: I GET IT. Christ, you're like a broken record.

As Hans stumbles backward, Axton kips up with a grin, spinning around to face the Legion. He blows a few kisses and pumps his fist, spurring the onlookers to cheer and whistle! He gasps sharply when he feels Hans grab him by the waist--and he’s pulled up kicking as the masked wrestler throws him back overhead in a snapping German Suplex! Axton’s shoulders hit the mat and he winces, rolling out of pinning range as he rubs the back of his head.

Johnny Vegas: HAH! Serves you right, little punk! How’s the eye, by the way?

Terra Skye: You know, I think you’re one of those ‘haters’ Gunn is always referencing.

Johnny Vegas: I'm an equal opportunity hater.

Hans rushes the Rockstar again, going for a running knee strike to put him on the mat again, but Axton once again rolls out of the way! He dashes across the ring and bounces off the opposite rope, just in time to meet Hans turning around with a slingshot armbreaker! Both men hit the mat, Hans Ondik clutching his right arm as Axton once again kips up, throwing the horns to the audience with a shout!

Axton Gunn: ROCK LOBSTER!

The Legion cheers as Axton swiftly climbs the corner turnbuckle, whipping around with a flourish, and launching himself back down at Hans Ondik in a savage diving DDT!!

The crowd roars!

Johnny Vegas: Oh come on!!

Terra Skye: Love is love, and that includes the blossoming romance between the Legion and the Rockstar!

Axton promptly sits on Hans Ondik’s chest, holding his leg up with his left arm while he makes a ‘call me’ gesture with the right, winking at the nearest camera.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner... AXTON GUNN!!!!

Terra Skye: And statement made.

Johnny Vegas: Really? God you're so fucking smug.

Terra Skye: No, I'm just really good at my job. But what would you know about that!?

Johnny Vegas: Not a God damned thing. That's what.

Boy: NICKELS!

Terra Skye: Anyway, Congratulations to Axton - Let's head into another break before our next match of the night!

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Terra Skye: Well, now it looks like we're heading straight into our next match of the evening!

Johnny Vegas: Ugh.. Can't we just skip this one?

Terra Skye: ....No.

"Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins wailing over the PA system as Carnage's former owner steps out from behind the curtain, clad in her trademarked orange cropped tank top, baggy grey sweatpants and skater shoes. Standing next to her is the former Carnage World champion, wearing a pair of orange jeans and a black shirt adorned with an orange rose surrounded by angel’s wings. Kyra has a big smile on her face as she motions out to the cheering crowd and then to the ring where the down of them march down to. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels she's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp. Ken seems to be a little more reserved, as he still hasn’t been fully accepted by the Carnage Legion.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first… at a combined weight of 332 lbs… them team of Ken Davison and “The Jawdropper” Kyra Johnson!!!

Kyra drops the bottle of whiskey to the mat and both she and Ken jump up to the second turnbuckle, Kyra raising her arms and Ken holding his arms out to his sides. As the music fades out, Ken asks Kelly Carmichael for the microphone. He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd before he starts to speak.

Ken Davison: Before Kyra and I take care of business here in the ring, there’s some other business I need to address.

Ken puts his arm around Kyra’s waist and pulls her next to him, kissing her on the forehead as he does.

Ken Davison: Something was said on Twitter recently and I am really not entirely certain how to process it. I’d like to direct your attention to the tron, please.



Ken Davison: While Kyra is completely capable of knocking your ass out herself, I felt that I should handle this personally. Now, I know how I would normally handle something like this. I would have waited until you were by yourself backstage and I would have thrown you headfirst into the hardest surface I could find. Unfortunately for me, and quite fortunately for you, you aren’t here for me to do that.

Johnny Vegas: PUKE! GET OUT OF HERE!

Terra Skye: Oh shut up, will you?

Ken Davison: So, here’s what I want from you, Test Tube Mickey Mouse. I want you to crawl out from whatever sewer you’re hiding in and I want you to face me like a man. You and me in a match of your choosing. I have two stipulations for you. First, this match has to be some kind of Ultraviolent match. Secondly, I want this match to be non-title. This isn’t about gold. This is personal.

Ken hands the microphone back to Kelly Charmichael and he and Kyra back into the far corner and wait for their opposition. The lights dim. The screen turns black, lit with an atom-in-ouroboros in glowing crimson.

Kelly Carmichael: And their opponents…at a combined weight of 330 lbs… representing The Institute… Incubus… Succubus… PANDEAMONIUM!!!

"Heaven/Hell" by Chumbawamba hits the speakers. Incubus and Succubus step onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos, Incubus carrying a black cane topped with a red ruby, Succubus' hands covered in thick gloves marked with studs and spikes. Alongside them is Su. The three smirk at the crowd and make their way down the entrance ramp to the ring. Incubus hops onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Succubus to enter. While the three enter the ring, Davison gets the microphone back from Kelly Carmichael.

Ken Davison: Wait a minute. Three on two? That doesn’t seem fair.

Ken turns to Kyra.

Ken Davison: Does that seem fair to you?

Kyra Johnson: Nope. Definitely not fair.

Ken Davison: Can we do something about that?

Kyra Johnson: I think we can.

“Catch Me If You Can” by Babymetal plays and the Institute members all turn their attention to the entrance. They turn around just in time to see Su fly through the gap between the top and middle ropes, victim to a crossbody block by Chloe Hawkhurst.

Johnny Vegas: What the shit?!



The bell rings and Kyra and Succubus circle one another. Incubus leans into the ring, distracting Kyra and giving Succubus a chance to hit her from behind with a forearm shot, knocking “The Jawdropper” into the ropes. Succubus pulls Kyra back into the middle of the ring and drops another forearm across her back before quickly cinching in a side headlock. Kyra struggles but manages to throw a couple of jabs to the midsection of Succubus, allowing her to force her way to the ropes and shoot Succubus off. Succubus hits the ropes and Incubus reaches over but narrowly misses the tag. Succubus drops Kyra with a running enziguri. Succubus hits the ropes and hops over Kyra. “The Jawdropper” hops to her feet and leapfrogs Succubus on the return trip. Succubus comes back at her and Kyra hip tosses her to the mat. She quickly regains her feet, only for Johnson to once again deliver a hip toss. Kyra grabs Succubus by the arm and drags her over to the corner where Ken tags into the match.

Terra Skye: Well, looks like Ken and Kyra are working in unison out there to start things off.

Johnny Vegas: The damned match just started! Give it time! That two timing, selfish SKANK will show her true colors soon enough!

Terra Skye: Oh please. I haven't seen Kyra this happy in ages. But I do believe they have their work cut out for them tonight against the current number one contenders for the tag titles.

The two whip Succubus in the ring and Kyra catches Succubus in the face with a superkick while Ken grabs their adversary with a running STO. Ken goes for a quick cover.


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KICKOUT!!

Johnny Vegas: Sucks for you cueball! Come on demon people!

Ken grabs Succubus by the arm and shoulder as Su can be seen on the outside, yelling to Ken who has backed Succubus into the corner. Ken whips Succubus across the ring, but Succubus has the presence of mind to use that momentum and twist her body, reversing the whip. Ken gets to the corner and lifts himself in the air, up and over the incoming Succubus. Succubus turns around and Ken brings her down with an arm drag. Ken pulls Succubus up by the arm and reaches over and tags in Kyra, who comes off the top rope with a double ax handle to the arm. Kyra goes for another cover.


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KICKOUT!!

Johnny Vegas: HAHAHAHA!!! FAILED AGAIN YOU CONNIVING, STU--

Boy: GRAVY!

Johnny Vegas: ...BITCH!

Kyra grabs Succubus by the arm and tags Ken back in and Ken comes off with a double ax handle of his own. Ken grabs Succubus by the arm, continuing to try and work it over, but Succubus throws an elbow that may or may not have hit below the belt. She takes advantage and forces Davison into her corner. She hits Ken with a shoulder to the midsection and stays there, keeping Ken pinned in the corner as Incubus enters the ring. Incubus and Succubus begin hitting Davison with forearms as Chloe Hawkhurst gets up on the ring apron. Silent Cal turns around, allowing Kyra to jump into the ring and pull Succubus off of Davison. Ken grabs Incubus in a Muay Thai clutch and delivers several knees to the ribs before throwing him to the mat. Ken climbs to the top rope.

Terra Skye: Ken and Kyra are trying to keep their momentum going but Incubus and Succubus are giving them a real fight here!

Johnny Vegas: LETS GO DEMONS!!!! LETS GO DEMONS!!!

Terra Skye: Are you serious?

Ken leaps off, looking for a splash but Incubus rolls out of the way and Davison catches nothing but canvas. Incubus smells blood and pops to his feet. Su marches towards Chloe on the outside distracting Silent Cal, allowing Succubus to come in. Each member of Pandaemonium grab one of Davison’s legs and they simultaneously drop a leg, splitting the proverbial uprights. Incubus goes for a cover while Succubus ducks back out of the ring.


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KICKOUT!!

Johnny Vegas: Looks like ol' KJ ain't getting anything from little Kenny anytime soon.

Terra Skye: You're disgusting.

Incubus drops a few punches down on Davison’s face while Su is on the outside cheering in approval. He grabs Ken and brings him to his feet. Incubus whips Davison into the ropes and spins him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Incubus grabs Davison on both sides of his skull, pulling him up to his feet before reaching back and tagging Succubus back into the match. They each grab one of Davison’s arms, twisting them and then throwing him by his arms, flipping him back first into the turnbuckles. Succubus grabs Ken by the ankle and slides him away from the ropes so she can make a cover.


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In the background, you can see Kyra slamming the top turnbuckle with her hand, trying to get the crowd behind Ken. Succubus steps on Ken as she walks over and tags Incubus back in the match. They get on each side of Ken and lift him up for a back suplex, but instead, they throw him back down to the mat face first. Incubus goes for another cover on Davison.

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Kyra kicks Incubus in the back, breaking up the pin.

Johnny Vegas: You motherfucker!

Terra Skye: What did you expect? Really?

Johnny Vegas: For them to lose to the Demon People and get the fuck away from me. It's simple, really.

The referee backs Kyra back into her corner. Su sees her opening and grabs Davison by the ankle, preventing him from getting up. Incubus tags in Succubus who slingshots over the top rope and drops a leg across Ken’s throat. Ken instinctively sits up and Succubus snapmares him over and applies a leg scissor Dragon sleeper to the former World champion. Silent Cal checks on Davison, who responds by flipping him the bird. He begins throwing hammer fists down on the ankles of Succubus, loosening her grip on him. She tries to tighten the grip on his head, before she lets out a blood-curdling scream. As she lets go, you can see the bite mark on her forearm.

Boy: TRACE AMOUNTS!

Johnny Vegas: CHEATER!

Terra Skye: Well, he got her to let go, didn't he?

Ken starts crawling towards his corner, but Succubus has the presence of mind to grab his ankle and slide him back towards her corner. Succubus reaches back and tags Incubus back into the match. They again lift Davison up for some kind of double team maneuver. Davison does a backflip, landing on his feet, but stumbling backward into his corner. Kyra reaches down and slaps her boyfriend’s shoulder, finally getting back into the match. Kyra rushes at Pandaemonium, hitting them both with a shoulder tackle.

Terra Skye: Kyra's about had it.

Johnny Vegas: With what? Being a bitch? Just let my demon folk whoop your ass so you and bitch boy can get out of my sight!

Boy: Mothers laundry is dry.

Kyra fires an uppercut into the jaw of Succubus, knocking her through the ropes and out of the ring. Incubus gets up and Kyra hits him with an uppercut, staggering him. Kyra jumps up and delivers a Codebreaker to Incubus, bringing him crashing down to the mat. He gets up and Kyra picks him up for a Manhattan drop following it up with a dropkick. She quickly covers.


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Succubus leaps into the ring and breaks up the pin.

Johnny Vegas: YEAH! Now fuck her up like Rat boy did when he took her belt!!

Ken gets back in the ring and punches Succubus in the temple. Ken drags Succubus to the corner as Incubus throws Kyra through the ropes to the outside. Ken climbs to the middle rope and starts punching Succubus in the face as the crowd counts along.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!

Ken hops down and sidesteps Incubus who crashes into Succubus in the corner. Davison pulls them both to the mat by the hair, allowing Chloe Hawkhurst to sneak over and pull Succubus out of the ring, leaving the legal man, Incubus, in the ring. Ken quickly tags Kyra into the match. He then hits Incubus with a Kenadian Destroyer pushing off as he lands, forcing Incubus onto his hands and knees, setting Kyra up for the Blackout curb stomp! Kyra covers.


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Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners… KEN DAVISON AND KYRA JOHNSON!!!

Johnny Vegas: GOD DAMNIT!

Terra Skye: Oh please, those two worked together very well and they just showed the entire tag division that they're here and they're gonna be a problem.

Johnny Vegas: BLEH.

Terra Skye: Doesn't take anything away from our current number one contenders though, because they've worked hard to get to this spot too and they made Kyra and Ken work hard tonight for this victory. I forsee these two teams locking up again in the future.. and next time it could very well be the opposite result.

Boy: WHO NEEDS CHAPSTICK?!

Johnny Vegas: Oh just go into a fucking break already... UGH.

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The screen snaps on and an aggravated Zephyr Quinn is seen pacing in a hall backstage.

Zephyr Quinn: I’ve been in Carnage for almost two years at this point. In that time I’ve seen a lot, been through more, and learned more lessons than I can count. One such lesson set my head on straight. Taught me how to become a warrior FOR Carnage instead of a warrior that fights IN Carnage. Respect. Honor. Violence. Principles that this industry, this company was built on, and at the end of 2020 there was one man who showed the entirety of The Legion that he was going to be the modern-day man that pushed Carnage into a new age using those same tried and true principles. Mitch fuckin’ Heart.

The Legion pops at the sound of “The Broken’s” name and Zephyr stops her pacing enough to stare intently into the camera. Though stopped she practically vibrates in agitation.

Zephyr Quinn: I’m talking to you Mitch and if you were here right now, I can promise you that this conversation would go no different. I WISH you were here right now so you could look me in the eyes and SEE that every word that I say drips with the truth. You turned a lot of heads last year, barking about how you were going to fight with honor and dignity, bring prestige to a title and division that is oftentimes looked down upon. You went to WAR at Ultimate Carnage and came up short. That was a war that any violent-minded person would be proud of. I watched that match from start to finish and something happened that I didn’t think was possible.

She smirks,

Zephyr Quinn: I gained even more respect for you than I already had. You handled yourself well and I’d go so far as say that YOU were what the UV Title and division was about. You were the very personification about what makes the Ultraviolent great. Then Chaos 104 happened…

Sighing Zephyr draws a hand through her hair, brushing her hood off the top of her head, frustration visible in all of her features.

Zephyr Quinn: King and I just went to war and came to a draw. Someone shuts the lights off, disregards the battle that had just transpired, turns his back on all the principles that got him into title contention in the first place, and stole something that doesn’t belong to him. I don’t know what got into your head Mitch, but when you tell me in the aftermath that I have no place in it, I wouldn’t understand… Well, I beg to differ.

She shakes her head, almost sadly before continuing.

Zephyr Quinn: I learned the same lesson Mitch and there were two people integral in teaching me exactly what it means to be “ultra-violent.” To be a champion, to earn the respect of The Legion, earn you shots, your place, and to be the person you claimed to be at the end of 2020. One of those people is gone to greener pastures, but the other? The other feels the same that I do. Mitch, meet your opponent for Chaos 106…

The camera pans out slowly and The Legion pops as Trent Steel shows up in the frame next to Zephyr.

Zephyr Quinn: The one and only Trent Steel. A man who personifies violence, stands for everything Carnage was built upon, and sometimes? He even uses his head.

With that Trent grabs her and the two deliver a massive headbutt to the other! Neither looks staggered as Zephyr smiles, her demonic giggle matches Trent’s laugh harmoniously as the picture fades to nothing.

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Terra Skye: That's one hell of a pick by Zephyr! Trent Steel will be going up against Mitch Heart at Chaos 106! And after tonight, he could be going up against the number one contender for the world title!

Johnny Vegas: I mean... COULD. But come on.

Boy: CHIMICHANGAS

Terra Skye: You act like you already know what's going to happen but well, you're an idiot and I try really hard not to hold that against you but you make it really hard.

Johnny Vegas: Looking at you makes it really hard to not puke everywhere, so I understand.

Terra Skye: I really do hate you. Anyway, Dom and Lord Raab are in the ring and ready to go, so let's watch, shall we?



The bell rings and Raab catches Strife with an elbow and collar tie up as Dom tries to slip away. The bigger man backs Dom into the corner and holds him there as the referee tells him to break the hold. Raab keeps his left hand on Strife’s chest and backs off but he quickly changes directions and connects with an overhand hammer to the top turnbuckle as Strife deftly ducks underneath the blow. Dom turns around and connects with a series of jabs to Raab’s chin, rocking Raab. Strife whips Raab across the ring but the “Masked German Monster” reverses it. Strife jumps onto the middle ropes in the corner and Raab instinctively drops to the mat. Dom looks back, seeing Raab get to his feet and leaps off with a sunset flip. He can’t quite pull Raab down and as he gets his bearings Raab tries to bring a forearm down on Strife, but Dom uses his quickness to sit up and out of the way.

Johnny Vegas: Nice knowing you, Strife.

Terra Skye: Really?

Boy: SILVERFISH!

Dom gets to his feet and measures Raab up, hitting him with a dropkick that again staggers Raab. Strife hits the ropes to gain some momentum and finally drops Raab with a leaping forearm shiver. Dom motions for Raab to get up and as Raab does, hits him with a knife-edge chop. Raab falls to the outside, not so much because of the force of the chop, but to give himself a minute to rethink the game of cat and mouse that he and Strife are playing. Dom backs off to the far corner, keeping an eye on Raab as he climbs the ring steps to get back inside the squared circle.

Terra Skye: Looks like Dom and Lord Raab are both here to make a statement tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Is Dom's statement 'I don't wanna die'? Because Raab's is definitely 'I wanna kill you.'

Terra Skye: ...

Boy: GRAVES TOLL OF DEAD TURNIPS!

Raab gets in the ring and goes for another elbow and collar tie up but this time Strife is able to latch on a side headlock first. Raab is easily able to force Dom to the ropes and then shoot him off. Dom uses the force to come back with a running shoulder block that Raab simply shrugs off. Dom hits the ropes again but this time Raab side steps, grabbing Strife by the back of the head and chucking him over the top rope. Raab turns around and raises his arms in the air, not realizing that Dom has landed on his feet. Dom steps back in and dropkicks Raab in the back. Raab turns around, no selling the maneuver. Dom backs off as Lord Raab just stares at him.

Johnny Vegas: See? It's like I said.

Boy: Rabbit feces!

Terra Skye: WHAT?

Dominick Strife starts to circle Raab. Expecting another elbow and collar tie up, Dom tries to duck, but Raab catches him with a side headlock. Raab continues squeezing Strife’s head as Dominick reaches up, trying to grab the back of Raab’s mask but failing to get a hold of it. Dom is finally able to finagle himself into a position where he can fire some elbows into Raab’s midsection. He pushes Raab towards the ropes, then runs at him for what appears to be a Thesz Press, but Raab catches him out of the air with a bearhug. In an impressive display of strength, Raab is able to spin Strife midair into a belly to back position and throw him halfway across the ring with a release German Suplex.

Johnny Vegas: Ouch.

Terra Skye: Yeah, that couldn't have felt pleasant.

Raab reaches down and pulls Strife to his feet by his hair, tossing him into the nearest set of turnbuckles. Raab throws an impressive combination of boxing punches as Strife tries to coverup. Raab catches Strife with a well placed shot to the liver and Dom slumps down, being held up by his left arm draped over the top rope. Raab pulls him back up and lays Dom across the ropes in the corner. He locks on his target and runs to the corner and forcing Dom to the ring apron with a vicious kick to the stomach. Dom lands on the apron and Raab immediately drops him to the floor with a lariat.

Terra Skye: Well things sure aren't looking good for Dominick Strife here.

Johnny Vegas: I told you he was gonna get got.

Terra Skye: ...Get got?

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, it's what they say now a days. It's code for Raab's gonna fucking end this kids life. And that's a shame. I kinda like the kid.

The referee begins his count and Dominick Strife doesn’t even start to move until the referee gets to the count of five. He struggles to get up, using the ring apron to get to his knees. As the referee reaches eight, Dom is seen holding his stomach and gasping for air. On the count of nine, Dom shakes his head and slides into the ring with a burst of adrenaline. Raab stalks his prey, reaching down and applying a bearhug. The referee asks Dom if he wants to quit, but he shakes his head no. Dom starts to fire some punches to the face of Lord Raab, but they don’t seem to phase him. At the end of the flurry of punches, Dom manages to get his thumb through the mask and poke Raab in the eye, forcing him to release the hold.

Terra Skye: He finally got Raab to release him! Granted it was probably not the best Idea...

Johnny Vegas: You're just gonna piss him off more!

Dom hits the ropes and Raab kicks him in the stomach, quickly bringing Dom to the mat with a headlock takeover. Dom is able to transition his way out using his legs to get Raab in a head-scissor. The athletic German kips up as Dom rolls to his feet. Dom doesn’t stay there long, as Raab grabs him by the throat and brings him down with the Chokeinator. Raab picks Dom up and tries to grab his arms, presumably for the Killbuster, but Strife counters with a headbutt that connects with Raab right on the bridge of the nose. Seeing his opening, Dom steps back and connects with Sweet Chin Music that again connects with Raab’s nose. The “Masked German Monster” falls and Strife immediately goes for the cover.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your winner.... DOMINICK STRIFE!!!

Terra Skye: Lord Raab's string of bad luck continues, but damn did he make tonight difficult for Dominick Strife. Strife definitely isn't walking out without remembering this fight.

Johnny Vegas: No offense but that was just lucky. I thought he was gonna die for sure, but good for him for not dying.

Terra Skye: You're awful obsessed with death, Johnny. But anyway.. Dominick Strife victorious here tonight, let's head into another break! We'll see you on the other side!

Boy: WHITE SAUCE!

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Kelly Carmicheal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner of this match will be the challenger for the Chaos Championship at Chaos 106! Introducing first...He is "The Modern Day Messiah"...Casanova English!!

Terra Skye: This newcomer has made quite the wave since his debue a few weeks ago.

Johnny Vegas: I like him. He knows he's better than people and doesn't need a cult membership.

Boy: Dreammmyyyy boyyyy...

Kelly Carmicheal: And his opponent..."The Game Changer" Zach Van Owen!!

Terra Skye: I think Zach would make a good contender for the Chaos title don't you Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: If he put down the videogames and quit hanging out with those weirdos yes.

Boy: FOUR SAKE ACHIN!!



The two men square off as referee, Silent Cal, goes over the rules with them. Well as much as a mute man can. Casanova starts talking trash as Zach responds in kind. The two keep jawing at each other until finally Casanova decks Zach and the fight is on as both men start trading punches left and right getting the limited audience of 'The Legion' on their feet. Casanova goes for another swing, but Zach ducks it and leaps up grabbing Casanova's head and hitting a tornado DDT! Zach doesn't let up for a moment as he rushes to the ropes and bounces off. Casanova takes a moment to get up to his feet and ducks a running clothesline from a speeding Zach. Casanova waits for the rebound and goes for a back body drop, but Zach stops and hits an axe kick on Casanova. Kip up and elbow drop to the back of the head to Casanova. Zach heads to the top rope and waits. Cassanova gets up and Zach leaps. Landing on Casanova's shoulders he quickly hits a hurricanrana and goes for a pin...


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Terra Skye: A bit to early in the game to go for the pin, but if this action continues at this pace it could be over in a split second.

Johnny Vegas: Can we get a replay of the last two minutes I think I aged a year.

Boy: PRUNES!

Zach doesn't waste anytime arguing with Silent Cal and grabs Casanova. Toss to the ropes. Zach goes for a dropkick but Casanova grabs the top rope and puts on the breaks. As Zach airballs and lands on his back Casanova takes the opportunity to rush forward and kneedrops Zach in the face! Casanova takes advantage of the situation further by grabbing Zach's left leg and slamming the knee into the mat. Casanova regrabs the leg and drags it over to the ropes and sets the left ankle on the bottom rope. Casanova quickly heads up top and hits a diving headbutt to the left knee of Zach! Zach howls in pain as Casanova gets up, slightly groggy for a moment, and picks up Zach. Toss to the ropes. Zach rebounds, so does Casanova. Casanova hits a drop toe hold on Zach's left leg sending him face first into the mat. Casanova drags Zach to the center of the ring and sets him up for "It Came From Canada"!!

Terra Skye: Casanova working on that leg is a great strategy to keep the kicking and high flying offense of Zach Van Owen out of the equation.

Johnny Vegas: He's a smart guy, unlike this weirdo and his friends. I swear if they left so one half of our cult problem!

Boy: BLUE OYSTERS!!

Silent Cal tries to see if Zach wants to give up and Zach waves him off. Casanova lurches back and forth with the sharpshooter trying to put more pressure on Zach's left knee. 'The Legion" start chanting for Zach...

"GAMECHANGER!! GAMECHANGER!!"

The cheers from the fans, although limited, are enough to start to get Zach motivated. He puts his arms down and pushes himself up. Casanova tries to push Zach back down, but Zach does start to walk with his hands to inch closer and closer to the ropes. He grasps onto the bottom rope and Casanova lets go of the hold just seconds away from being five counted by the ref. Cassanova gets up and walks a way away from Zach and rushes forward. PUNT KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE LEFT KNEE!!

Terra Skye: Oh! That shot made my knee hurt!

Johnny Vegas: Zach should give up! That assault could tear his knee apart if this keeps up.

Boy: Ago-KNEE!!!

Johnny Vegas: Shut up!

Casanova stands over Zach and slaps him in the back of the head. The trashtalking continues as Casanova grabs the left leg and slams the knee yet again. Zach is holding his left knee in agony as Casanova poses and taunts the downed Zach. Casanova gets behind Zach and lifts him up, setting him up for a german suplex. Casanova launches Zach and releases the german suplex...and Zach flips mid-air and lands on his feet, stumbling into the corner. Casanova kips up and screams as Zach motions for him to come on as both men charge at each other!

Terra Skye: Neither of these two are giving an inch!

Johnny Vegas: Only one of them has the brains though! Zach's gonna be crippled if he keeps this up!

Boy: LET THEM FIGHTTTTT!!

The two young wrestlers with something to prove are living up to the hype tonight as the fans leap up and start cheering on each shot. Punch from Zach! Cheer! Punch from Casanova! Boo! The echo chamber of excitement expands to a loud roar of noise as each man gets their hits in on the other. Casanova ducks down from a shot from Zach and hooks Zach's left knee and takes Zach down. Zach holds his leg as Casanova kips up and runs to the ropes. Lionsault...ZACH GETS HIS LEFT KNEE UP!!! He catches Cassanova right in the ribcage! Zach calls for the end of this and slowly climbs the top turnbuckle.

Johnny Vegas: Get down from there you idiot! You can't even stand on that leg!

Zach goes for "Ultima Weapon"...and Casanova gets out of the way at the last moment! Casanova quickly gets behind Zach and slaps him in "Silence of the Lamb"!! Zach is caught in the choke and Cass will not let go! After a few moments Zach's arm goes limp. Silent Cal checks Zach's arm...


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Silent Cal calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!!

Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner...by knockout submission...He is the new Chaos Championship Number One Contender..."The Modern Messiah" Casanova English!!

Terra Skye: By knockout Casanova has proved he's ready to step up to the Chaos Championship!

Johnny Vegas: All those flashy moves failed Zach in the end because he was outsmarted!

Boy: FLASH!!! AHHhhhHHhhhHHH!!!

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The security room is dim--only the lights of the screens illuminate the small space, showing various locales around the Carnage Arena. One screen displays the ring, empty for now, but echoing with the memory of so many confrontations; there are long hallways, dark and hollow, leading away from the Legion’s vantage and toward the many hiding places of the local rodentia. The largest of them all sits in a familiar room, reminiscent of his very first appearance before the combat-craving crowd. He’s seated on the lonely bench, a single dim lightbulb hanging from the ceiling as he stares up at the corner camera.


    In the security office, all the screens flicker out and shut off but for that single view… the Lab Rat King, the Ultraviolent Champion, dressed in his ring gear. His body and right arm are smeared with black paint. On the floor in front of him are two figures, drawn with a wet hand; one, a hunter’s bow with a jagged arrow. The other--a bomb with a lit fuse. The black paint gleams like an oil slick under the swaying, incandescent light. Under his muzzle, the Lab Rat smiles, a mirthful draw that reaches his eyes.



    “What a delectable delight,” the monster growls; his chest swells and heaves with his raspy breath, that slow-motion light casting cutting shadows across his frighteningly discoloured and hulking frame. “What a perverse pleasure it is, to be delivered the inkwell from which I can write the name of her next nemesis… the target for her merciless arrow. The huntress who fights with a monstrous madness deserves a beast to battle blow for blow--to meet her in her splintered woods, to challenge her under her own searing moon…”



    He cocks his head toward the gleaming bomb with a low, menacing chuckle.


    “Misssssss Mayhemmmm…”



    Slowly, King rises to his feet. His eyes don’t leave the lens of the security camera, staring up into it; the angle distorts his body even further, muddling his outline with shadow and black paint. He seems twisted in impossible ways.


    “What more worthy weapon could there be but the kamikaze queen, the Lady Lennox? I want to mix fire with gasoline! A storm and a lightning rod! I want to witness the untold destruction you will rain down on each other! Your violent delights!! I CAME HERE TO WITNESS A WAR. SSSSO YOU BOTH ENJOY WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR!!"


    He laughs, tipping his head back. His amber eyes gleam in the dim, reflecting the red light from the camera itself.


    “And when you’re finished playing… I’ll meet you in the cinders of your ultraviolent ruination. So you can hail to the King.”



    The last security screen cuts to black, leaving nothing behind but a static flicker of the crowned rat that quickly vanishes into the dark.

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Terra Skye: And Annie Lennox is the pick of LRK to face Zephyr Quinn at our next show. Another great match up.

Johnny Vegas: Let's not forget that if Annie wins tonight, that could very well be a match for the Chaos Championship.

Terra Skye: Very true Johnny. But for now, we're getting ready to crown our next contender for the World title!

Kelly Carmicheal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner of this match will be the number one contender for the Carnage Wrestling World Heavyweight Title!...Introducing first...Catalina Cortes!!!

Terra Skye: Catalina Cortes has had an impressive previous year in Carnage and wouldn't it be icing on the cake that she'd be in a world title match at the begining of this year?

Johnny Vegas: Yeah...except she's going up against Captain Woman Beater...

Boy: GRRRR...

Johnny Vegas: Fine! That's my one for the match...

Kelly Carmicheal: And here opponent...Trent Steel!

Terra Skye: Where as one could say that the reverse has been going on for Trent Steel. Can he hold it together and make it back to the world title scene?

Johnny Vegas: I don't think he really cares...I think he just wants to hurt people.

Boy: Angry man looks more angry!



The two wrestlers stare down each other. The crowd hushes as the two circle each other. Cortes full of energy with a bounce in her step, and Steel being methodical and relaxed. Cortes strikes first with a shot to the face of Steel. He takes it and looks at her, like he's conflicted, and then makes a motion to hit him again. Cortes returns with another shot to the face. Steel takes it and motions again. WHAM! Again! WHAM! Again! WHAM! Cortes has enough and rushes to the ropes and dropkicks Steel over the top rope to the outside!

Terra Skye: Trent doesn't seem to have his head in the game.

Johnny Vegas: When has that idiot ever done anything that's made sense?

Boy: Offbeat drum...

Cortes rushes to the ropes, bounces off, and leaps over the top rope. Steel is on his feet. He is caught by a hurricanrana from Cortes. Cortes rushes into the ring to quickly break up the count and then slides back out. She grabs Steel and tosses him under the bottom rope. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and quickly launches into a four fifty splash! She goes for a pin...


One!!

Kickout by Steel...Cortes looks over and see's Trent stare at her and make a come on motion...

Terra Skye: What is he doing?!

Johnny Vegas: He's telling her to bring her A game because this is for a shot at the title. It's the one thing Trent is wanting to focus on with his personal life being shit right now!

Boy: HAI DANIELSON!!

Cortes gets up quickly and rushes to the ropes as Steel gets up slowly. On the rebound from the ropes Cortes hits a jumping turning kick right to Steel's right shoulder. Steel falls like the stock market grabbing his shoulder, but rolls with it to get back up on his feet. Cortes smells blood and the water and attacks by grabbing Steel's right arm and hitting him with an armdrag takedown. She lets Steel gets back up and arm drags him again. Arm Drag! Arm Drag! Arm Drag! Cortes keeps focusing on anything she can do to assault that right shoulder when suddenly we hear it...a sickening pop!

Terra Skye: Trent's shoulder has been dislocated!

Johnny Vegas: AHAHAHAHA!!

Boy: SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!

Silent Cal rushes to check on Steel's shoulder as Cortes looks down at the damage she's done. She looks slightly mortified at the injury. Steel rolls out of the ring and let's out a gutteral roar, slamming his shoulder back into socket by hitting it against the ringpost. Steel yells at Cortes to "Come on!" and Cortes nods. Cortes leaps into the air, over the post, and takes Steel down with a headscissors. Quickly getting back up and tossing Steel back into the ring, she hops back up to the top rope. Top Rope knee strike to Steel's head!

Terra Skye: How much more punishment is Trent going to take?

Johnny Vegas: Considering he's got the highest pain threshold in Carnage...a lot more...HIT HIM WITH A BRICKHAMMER!

Boy: Dingaling!

Cortes reaches down and picks up Steel and whips him into the ropes. She leaps over Steel's head and catches him in a "Cata-Rana"!! Steel grabs the back of his neck with his left hand and Cortes grabs his right arm. Lifting Irish Whip! Steel goes chest first into the corner and slumps down. Cortes charges to the corner, but Steel get around and hits her with a drop toe hold, facefirst, into the bottom turnbuckle post! Steel takes a moment to catch his breath and kips up!

Terra Skye: Uh-oh...

Johnny Vegas: He's offically pissed off!

Boy: HULK ANGRY!

Steel shakes his right arm to try and work some of the pain out as he waits for Cortes to get up. He runs up behind her. German suplex to the center of the ring! Steel picks Cortes up quickly and slams her neckfirst into the center of the ring with a piledriver! Steel doesn't let up, or go for a cover, and quickly sets up Cortes for a "Eradication" crucifix powerbomb into the turnbuckles right on her neck! Steel grabs Cortes and hits a swinging neckbreaker into the mat! Steel goes up top and signals for "The Blackwinged Angel"!

Terra Skye: He's going for the four fifty splash!

Johnny Vegas: With his shoulder being fucked up he can't do his sharpshooter or the "Nightmare"...it's his only option really to put this away before the pain is to much.

Boy: FLY FATASS FLY!!

Steel goes up for the four fifty splash, but Cortes moves out of the way at the last moment. Steel lays on the mat for a while as Cortes catches her breath.

1...

2...

3...

4...

Cortes is up and breaks the count by grabbing Steel. Steel kicks Cortes in the gut, tries to go for a DDT, Cortes pushes Steel back into the ropes, Clothesline by Steel, Duck by Cortes, "Cata-Rana"!!!! The Legion scream at the display of quick wrestling from the two fan favorites!



Cortes lays for a moment on the mat and as she starts to get up we see Trent roll towards the corner to pull himself up. Cortes kips up and makes a "Come On!" motion to Steel, who laughs as he pulls himself up.

Terra Skye: These two are insane!

Johnny Vegas: They are Carnage Superstarts after all!

The two charge each other and start trading punches. Steel swings and Cortes ducks and hits Steel with a "Cata-Clysm"! Cortes wastes no time even trying to cover Steel, as she leaps to the top rope. "SILVER ARROW"!!! A top rope six thirty splash! She still isn't going for the cover on Steel as she slaps on her submission hold...Nook's Cranny!!

Terra Skye: That move is...AHHH!! She just popped Trent's shoulder out again with that submission hold!

Johnny Vegas: Attah Girl!

Boy: OUCH!

Steel is screaming out in pain as both of his shoulders could have possibly been popped by the submission hold but Cortes is still holding on. Trent tries to crawl with his legs over towards the ropes. He starts to get to the edge and then...He taps! Trent taps!!

Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner by submission...and number one contender for the Carnage Wresling World Title Catalina Cortes!!

Terra Skye: Catalina Cortes moves onto face the world champion, but at what cost to her opponent?

Johnny Vegas: Please...this kinda crap happens to Trent twice a week probably.

Boy: A CALL TO ARMS!

Cortes' arm is held in victory, but she quickly pulls her arm down to check on Steel. Steel isn't moving, both arms are shaking and both shoulders look out of alignment. He's smiling as he tries to get to his feet and nods to Catalina as he rolls out of the ring. A sign of respect from the former world champion as he walks up the ramp to get checked out.

Johnny Vegas: Well that was unexpected.

Terra Skye: What? One fighter isn't allowed to give respect to another?

Johnny Vegas: Pretty much. But anyway, looks like we get a rematch between Silvio and Catalina... Maybe Cat can get some revenge by fucking up that win loss record of our champs.

Terra Skye: Perhaps. This was a great fight between two of Carnage's best. And we've still got more to come! Stay tuned!

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Terra Skye: Up next we have the Carnage World Champ Silvio Leon taking on one half of the CW Tag Team Champs Jonathan Willis in a non-title match.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but if somehow Jon Bon picks up a win here, ya gotta think that moves him straight up to the front of the line for a World Title shot.

Terra Skye: That is true. I didn't say that nothing would be on the line. There's always pride and bragging rights.

Boy: AND COROLLAS.

Terra Skye: ...nope. Don't think there's any corollas on the line here tonight, Boy.

Boy: CYAN KICKS. DYLAN DISAPPOINTS A LAUGHTER AT HIS MOTHERS GRAVE.

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck is a corolla?

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title match. Introducing first, one-half of the CW Tag Team Champions Team Rock Lobster, JONATHAN WILLIS!

Willis' entrance music hits and he steps out onto the ramp but he is flanked by his tag-team partner Axton Gunn. The two make their way down to the ring where the socially distanced audience cheers for the duo.

Terra Skye: I wasn't expecting to see Axton join Jonathan-

Johnny Vegas: Why? Cause of his match earlier with Hands on Penis?

Terra Skye: Uhh, no. I was more referring to the fact that Axton is in a polyamorous relationship of sorts and it seemingly involves both of these men...

Johnny Vegas: For the last time, Terra-ble, speak fucking english.

Boy: BENIGN FARTHINGS!

Kelly Carmichael: ...and his opponent, the Carnage World Champion SILVIO LEON!

Silvio's music hits and Leon steps out onto the stage to massive applause of his own. Jonathan and Axton await as he makes his way down to the ramp and in the ring.

Terra Skye: I really hope this match goes off cleanly, if for nothing else, but Axton's sake. He's really been through the ringer here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, because he decided to show up during fuck you hour?

Terra Skye: No, because it's not called fuck you hour you prick. But if anyone's been through enough tonight, it's been him.

Johnny Vegas: It's like tonight has been his own personal fuck you hour.

Terra Skye: ...

With everyone in the ring Willis and Silvio share some hard glances at each other. Things appear tense for a moment, but Jon gives a fistbump to Axton and so too does Silvio. It seems like the pact that the three of them share is in order for the time being. Axton leaves the ring at the behest of the referee who then calls for the opening bell.



The match officially begins with Silvio and Jonathan seemingly going for a collar-and-elbow tieup but it's Willis who catches the World champ straight with a dropkick that sends Leon stumbling back into the corner at the starting gate. Willis right on the offensive here, not allowing Silvio to surprise him. Spear into the corner by Willis who follows up with a side headlock into a running bulldog attempt, but Silvio manages to shove Willis off. Willis turns to face Silvio who leaps into the air for what appears to be a hurricanrana but Willis backs off by a step, and Silvio carries his momentum backward landing on his feet with a full backflip. Silvio charges and catches Willis with a clothesline, then follows it up with another. On the third clothesline attempt Willis ducks it and catches the arm for what appears to be a backslide but Willis spins Leon all the way around and drives a knee into his midsection. Willis with an irish whip that's reversed, Silvio tries for a body trip but Jon is able to jump over it. Willis bounces off of the far ropes and this time Leon goes for a leap frog but Jon plants his foot in the ground and comes to a full stop right in front of Silvio. When Silvio's feet hit the canvas Willis catches him with a european uppercut right under the jawline.

Terra Skye: I can only imagine what Axton Gunn is thinking watching this match from ringside and not participating.

Johnny Vegas: He's standing right there. Why don't you go ask him?

Terra Skye: Because I have a job to do.

Johnny Vegas: Which is?

Terra Skye: Oh fuck you, Johnny. I've heard rumors that Jonathan Willis isn't entering this match at one-hundred percent per se, but you can't tell by looking at him right now. He knows that Silvio Leon always has a few tricks up his sleeve and it appears like he has an answer to that.

Johnny Vegas: The match just started. Why don't you calm yourself?

Both men thrive when the pace is pushed, but Willis has a different strategy as he scoop slams Silvio down to the mat and applies a rear chinlock, choosing instead to keep Leon grounded. Leon is forced to fight his way back to his feet and drive elbows into the midsection of Willis just to break free. Silvio bounces off of the ropes and looks to be getting that momentum going when Jonathan fires off a huge slingblade counter that drops Silvio in the center of the ring. Willis hooks the far leg for the cover-


One!


Two!!

Silvio kicks out at the count of two.

Once more Willis locks in the rear chinlock, his arm wrapped around the neck of the Oracle.

Johnny Vegas: I hate to admit it but the less attractive Johnny has a good strategy here.

Terra Skye: The less attractive?

Johnny Vegas: Ain't nobody going to win shit if they can't breathe.

Boy: SWIFFER SOCKETS!

Once more Silvio has to fight back to his feet, which he does. Willis wants to catch him off-guard with a reverse ddt but Leon manages to lift his knees up to catch Jon in the forehead. Three successive knees are followed by a silced bread no. 2 counter that leaves the legion stunned and clapping as Axton watches on from ringside. Silvio now has a chance to catch his breath but it isn't long until Willis fights his way back up to a vertical base. Leon fires off a massive spinning heel kick followed by a standing enzugiri and he tops that off with a springboard cross body. Now Silvio with the cover on Jon...


One!


Two!!

Kickout by Jonathan Willis at two.

Terra Skye: You can see why Willis was trying to keep this match at the basics because of how quickly Silvio Leon can string together offense...

Johnny Vegas: Yeah yeah, he's the champ for a reason. We got it. Who cares?

Terra Skye: Well, everyone trying to dethrone him for that championship for one.

Johnny Vegas: You know who a real champion was?

Boy: I HATE THE TWEEVER! DIE DIE DIE-

Silvio pulls Jon back up to his feet and he looks for the Miskatonic Twist, but Willis drops himself underneath the bottom rope to slow down the attack and catch a breather of his own. Silvio rolls to the outside and Willis catches him with a clubbing blow to the midsection. Willis then drives Leon kidney first into the ring apron before rolling him back in the ring. Jon gives a glance over to Axton before climbing up onto the apron and then to the top turnbuckle. Willis appears to be looking for the end of days when suddenly Silvio pops back up and springboards up into a hurricanrana that sends Willis flipping off of the top rope and crashing down to the middle of the ring! Willis pops right back up onto his feet stunned and Leon hooks his head. He drags him over to the ropes where he tries a Starry Wisdom Tornado DDT but Willis somehow slides his head out and stops Silivo on the ropes. He yanks him off the ropes in an electric chair drop position and carries him to the center of the ring where he drills the champ with a The Downfall!! Willis shoots the half and presses Silvio's shoulders down-


One!


Two!!


Thr- No! Silvio Leon somehow manages to slide his shoulder up!

Terra Skye: Ooh that was so close!

Johnny Vegas: Can you imagine if close actually counted in Carnage Wrestling? We've been close to being a respectable promotion for years but you see where that's gotten us.

Terra Skye: Well, you still work here. So I guess we still have a ways to go on that front.

Johnny Vegas: Hey!

Jon can't believe that it wasn't a three, and we can see his pain-wracked body start to really show through in the later stages of the match. He pulls Silvio back to his feet and calls for the end as he hooks Silvio into a pumphandle position. Willis hoists Leon up into the air for the TNT Driver but Silvio kicks his legs and somehow manages to slide back down behind Jon. He grabs Willis into a reverse DDT position and kicks off of the ropes hitting a Reverse DDT version of the Starry Wisdom! Jon's head hit the mat hard as Silvio pushes himself back up to his feet neglecting to go for the cover. Instead, he heads for the top rope. Willis is reaching up trying to pull himself off of the mat as Axton Gunn is seen cheering him on from ringside. Silvio stands on the top rope and says a little prayer as he leaps off with the Color Out of Space and it connects! Silvio hooks both legs for the cover...


One!


Two!!


Three!!!



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

Terra Skye: What an incredible display!

Johnny Vegas: Welp, I guess it's back to the end of the line for ol' Jon boy there.

Terra Skye: That is so not true.

Axton Gunn immediately slides in the ring to check on Jon, but Silvio is right there beside him, to check on Jon as well. The two men help Jon back to his feet in a display of respect. The crowd cheers as Silvio holds Jon's arm up and claps before taking his championship belt and leaving. Axton grabs Willis' tag team strap and helps him out of the ring and back up the ramp to the back.

Terra Skye: I think Jonathan Willis showed true grit and a strategy that might be effective against Silvio Leon in the future. But Willis clearly wasn't on the top of his game tonight, if what I hear is true. He can come back stronger and with even more knowledge next time.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah yeah, that's what they all say. But ain't nobody figured out crystal ball boy yet. I can't wait to see the day when the bigger fish finally comes and Mr. Flippy Unpredictable has to eat his stupid cards.

Terra Skye: Well don't hold your breath. We'll be back in a few.

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Mitch: Hey.

Mitch Heart’s breath comes out in a white, misty puff, his unpatched eye glinting icily. As the camera pulls out, he is revealed to be laying on a glossy white surface. A red wing bursts from his right side, and his left arm rests on a red wheel. A further look at the scene shows a broken red line splitting the scene in half, as well as the fact that the logo Mitch is laying on is surrounded by a black circle bordered by the words ‘Little Caesar’s Arena’.

Mitch grins. He himself is clad in an old red and orange hockey jersey with the logo of the ‘Detroit Dragons’, beat up jeans, and hockey skates that look like they’ve seen better days. Around his waist is the Ultraviolent Championship belt.

Mitch: I know what the Legion must be thinking- Mitch Heart is ice cold. And hey, maybe they aren’t wrong. Either way, I figured, what better place for an icy, violent motherfucker than Hockeytown itself?


Mitch: So I have a decision to make. And I want it to be good. I know a particular Rodent of Unusual Size that I happen to be choosing an opponent for isn’t exactly tickled with me…

A smirk sliced through Mitch’s lips, and he gives his tongue a couple clicks that echo through the empty arena.

Mitch: ...but I’ll speak to that in good time. For now, ol’ pal, I figure that you deserve the best and most fitting opponent I could choose for you. But who’s it gonna be? A monster like Raab would be a pretty good fit for you… nah, that’s not quite right though. Rock Lobster in a handicap match? No disrespect to the tag champs, but you’d eat them alive, shells and all. … Shit, this is tough.

Planting his hands flat on the ice, Mitch pushes himself up, one leg crossing over the other. He rubs his chin, brow furrowing in thought. Then, slowly, he looks up, mouth twisted into a vicious grin.

Mitch: No. I’ve got it. Someone you’ve never faced before. Someone as decorated as you- a king in their own right, to be honest- and someone who won’t pull any punches, because your match is gonna have fucking stakes, even without gold on the line. Because I know for a fact that if there’s something in this business you cherish as much or maybe even more than this…

He gives the crimson leather a tap.

Mitch: ...it’s your undefeated singles record. And as it happens, I know somebody else who has one of those and is just as keen not to have it spoiled. So. For my pick for Kane King’s opponent for Chaos 106? I choose… the Carnage Wrestling Heavyweight Champion himself, SILVIO LEON.

Pulling himself to his feet, Mitch’s smirk fades into a hard glare, his eye sharp as glass.

Mitch: Have fun with that, buddy. See you around.

Pushing off, Mitch skates a smooth turn around center ice and then sharply pivots away from the camera, kicking up a frigid spray of snow that fills the picture before it turns black.

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Terra Skye: Holy fucking shit.

Johnny Vegas: Well ain't that some shit. That's gonna fuck with Rat boys head, ain't it?

Boy: CAR CRASH!

Johnny Vegas: That's the most relevant thing you've said all night.

Terra Skye: Anyway - Both competitors for the Chaos Title…

Johnny Vegas: A bottom-tier title that doesn’t belong in the main event…

Terra Skye: Are in the ring and ready to start this match to determine the next champion!

Johnny Vegas: That will ultimately quit or vanish into some abyss or something like that.

Boy: Witty beach ball!



Annie Lennox and Sebastian Hawke meet in the middle of the ring, to size each other up. Not used to having the size advantage, Sebastian stares down into the eyes of Annie Lennox who glares right back up at him. Seb tries to figure out how he’s going to approach fighting a girl when Annie answers the question for him and slaps him across the face! Without wasting a beat, she drives her shoulder into his gut, forcing him back into a corner!

Terra Skye: Guess Annie isn’t impressed by Seb’s candor.

Johnny Vegas: She certainly is a firecracker though she could have given him a moment to just figure out what he was doing.

Terra Skye: Why?

Johnny Vegas: Look at the kid. When is the last time he had to fight a woman before?

Boy: 13!

Terra Skye: That’s fair, he’s young and probably hasn’t shared the ring with a woman before. Wonder how that will factor in?

Johnny Vegas: Spoiler alert. Negatively.

Sure enough, Seb fires off an axehandle onto the back of Annie, followed by a knee right to her face to back her off! Annie stumbles back, checking quickly for blood as Seb quickly apologizes before rolling out of the corner to avoid an incoming Annie! He isn’t able to get too far though as Annie rushes in with a high knee that catches Sebastian under the chin! Stumbling backward, Seb’s head is quickly grabbed by Annie who brings it down and smashes it against her knee, letting Seb spring backward grabbing his nose and falling into a corner! With a running start, Annie propels her body into Sebastian’s seated form with a cannonball as The Legion roars! Cheering, Annie hops back up to her feet and gets another running start, coming in with a running facewash kick on Sebastian! Grabbing him by the feet, Annie grabs both of his legs and stacks, Seb, onto his shoulders for the first fall of the match!


ONE!


TW...NO!


Sebastian kicks out and as soon as Annie lets go of him, he rolls out of her grasp and gets to his knees slowly recovering. Not willing to give him the chance, Annie follows up, running at Sebastian again but is only met with a jumping knee from Sebastian! This time it is Annie who stumbles backward, but Sebastian isn’t done as he runs at Annie, grabbing her by the neck and leaping behind her, bringing her down with an inverted stunner! Sebastian quickly rolls over and makes the cover but Annie quickly gets a shoulder up before the ref’s hand makes it down for the first count.

Terra Skye: Wow! Both competitors are quick and impactful, it looks like it’s going to come down to whoever can come up with that one surprise move to end things!

Johnny Vegas: Astute powers of observation.

Boy: It pays for glasses!

Sebastian doesn’t seem to mind as he gets to his feet but is met just as quick by Annie who boots Seb in the stomach sharply and follows up with a hard, snap DDT! She isn’t done there as she heads up to the top rope, leaping off with a diving headbutt! Sebastian quickly gets to his feet though and sidesteps, firing off the 10k Volt Thunderbolt Superkick at the last moment, hitting Annie right in the side of the head! Annie crashes and Seb hesitates slightly before going up to the top rope and leaping off with a stunning shooting star press!

Terra Skye: The Divebomb!

Johnny Vegas: Forget that, the superkick was friggin’ sick!

Boy: Take your meds!

Sebastian lands on top of Annie’s back and quickly rolls her over to make the cover!


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TWO!


THREE!



Kelly Carmichael: Your Winner and NEW CHAOS CHAMPION.... SEBSTIAN HAWKE!!!

Terra Skye: Holy shit! Sebastian Hawke is the new Chaos Champ!

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

Boy: Biscuits and CHEESE!

Terra Skye: I'll tell you, you might not have thought these two deserved the main event but they just proved it right here tonight. Annie Lennox will hold gold here someday. And now, Sebastian Hawke well he wasn't wrong earlier when he told Belle that he was ready to be Chaos champ. Congratulations, Sebastian. And it looks like we're out of time tonight folks.. We'll see you at Chaos 106!!!

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CHAOS 105 CREDITS:

Opening - The Magonigalesnagoddess

Segment - Who's Got My Number - Silvio <3

Match 1 - Tyler/Keen Vs. Mist/Libre - The Jay Man Cometh

Segment - Beyond the Belle - Mia the Great

Match 2 - The Avenger vs. Biggie Easton - King Joseph

Segment - Violent Consequences - Mia the Incredible

Match 3 - Axton Gunn Vs. Hans OnDik - Zenmazing

Match 4 - Incubus/Succubus Vs. Davison/Johnson - KENLY

Segment - Principles in Violence - Mia My God You Rule

Match 5 - Dominick Strife Vs. Lord Raab - KENLY AGAINLY

Match 6 - Casanova English Vs. Zack Van Owen - The Jay Man is Here

Segment - Fire and Gasoline - Zenificent

Match 7 - Catalina Cortes Vs. Trent Steel - ABSOLUTE JAY-ING RN

Match 8 - Silvio Leon Vs. Jonathan Willis - some guy

Segment - Heart on Ice - Blessed by Jess

Match 9 - Annie Lennox Vs. Sebastian Hawke - MIA 4 SUBS