Chaos 106 Results

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Terra Skye: Hello Carnage Legion! Welcome to Chaos 106!!!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah. Here we are once again.

Terra Skye: It would be amazing if you could just be happy to be here for one night. One night is all I ask.

Boy: TEMPERS!

Johnny Vegas: Well, it's cold. I don't want to be here. And I hate all of you. What's there to be happy about?

Terra Skye: Oh, trust me. You're going to find a new reason in just a few moments. But first, we have one hell of a show for you all tonight! If you remember last show, Zephyr Quinn, Lab Rat King and Mitch Heart picked the opponents of each other for this show and we get to see those matches here tonight before King and Heart go head to head at Act of Defiance for the UV title with Zephyr Quinn as the special guest referee.

Johnny Vegas: Uh huh... Wait, what the fuck do you mean I'm gonna find a new reason?!

Terra Skye: You'll just have to wait and find out. Anyway, also tonight we've got the two matches in a mini-tournament to determine who's going to be challenging for the recently vacated Baltimore City Championship at Act of Defiance!

Boy: CITY BUSES!

Johnny Vegas: Boy, do you know what the fuck she's got planned?!

Boy: Ratchet.

Terra Skye: I don't have anything planned. I just know something you don't.

Johnny Vegas: You're so full of shit.

Terra Skye: You can think that if you want. But anyway, before we get into the first match tonight, let's talk about the other matches on tonight's card! Ahead of his tag title defense with Axton Gunn at Act of Defiance, Jonathan Willis will be taking on Incubus. That's going to be a nice preview of the title match, especially since both of their partners are to be at ringside!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah... great stuff. Just fucking tell me!

Terra Skye: No. Anyway, Biggie Easton has had a rough start to his Carnage Career and tonight it doesn't get much better as he takes on Lord Raab.

Boy: DEATH BURGERS!

Johnny Vegas: Biggie will be no more.

Terra Skye: And finally, in tonight's main event - We'll see Casanova English try to take the Chaos Championship from it's newest champion, Sebastian Hawke! Tonight's going to be a huge go home to Act of Defiance, that's for damn sure!

Johnny Vegas: WHAT DON'T I KNOW?!

Terra Skye: You're about to find out - Let's get into tonight's show!

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Terra Skye:We're starting the night off with Dorian Hawkhurst and Zach van Owen taking on Garbage Fence and Jason Lmoa.

Johnny Vegas:I don't CARE. What don't I fucking know!?!?!

Terra Skye:...And we're going to have a couple of guests on commentary!

Johnny Vegas:Oh God... No. No. It can't be.

“Mz Hyde” by Halestorm interrupts Johnny as Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson walk out from the back and make their way towards the announcer’s desk.

Johnny Vegas: For fuck’s sake. If Davison was wearing a turtleneck, he’d look like a busted condom.

Terra Skye: Well, you might want to keep your words soft and sweet because we all know that they can both whoop your ass without--

Johnny Vegas: NO I DON'T WANT THIS. THIS IS COMPLETE HORSESHIT! OH MY FUCKING GOD NO.

Terra Skye: Hey guys! Welcome!

Boy: B4 TO E6!!!

Ken Davison: DAMNIT BOY! We’re not playing chess right now.

Boy: UH OH, SPAGHETTIO’S!!!

Ken Davison: Anyway, Terra, Johnny, glad to be here.

Kyra Johnson: Yeah, hi. Glad to be sitting near the hate machine himself. How’s it going, Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: *Low grumbling*

The crowd cheers as the Forsaken trio of “The Game Changer” Zach van Owen, “The Forsaken Demon” and “The Mini Demon” Chloe Hawkhurst make their way to the ring where Garbage Fence and Jason Lmoa are waiting for them.

Johnny Vegas: This entire match is a joke, you do realize that, right?

Kyra Johnson:It kinda is.

Johnny Vegas:Oh God.. Do I change my opinion or explode?

Terra Skye:Explode. Definitely.



The bell rings and the Forsaken’s powerhouse Dorian Hawkhurst starts the match for his team. Jason Lmoa is starting for his. The referee rings the bell and the two meet in the middle of the ring. They engage in an elbow and collar tie up and Dorian simply pushes Lmoa to the mat. Lmoa scoots back on his ass to make some space before getting to his feet and circling the unphased ‘Forsaken Demon.” Lmoa locks up with Hawkhurst again and Dorian shoves him to the mat again. Lmoa slides away, holding the small of his back while Dorian flexes his muscles in the center of the ring.

Ken Davison: When you’ve got a big man like Dorian Hawkhurst, you start attacking the legs and destroying his vertical base. Trying to prove your manhood by playing to his strength is the wrong plan to go with.

Terra Skye:You’re not wrong, Ken. Lmoa definitely is out of his league right now.

Johnny Vegas:I know of a few others who are out of their leagues right now, but I’ll sit here and keep them to myself.

Boy:TRISCUITS!

Lmoa hasn’t seemed to learn his lesson and tries to lock up with Dorian but this time, Hawkhurst gets his boots up and catches Lmoa in the face with a big boot. Dorian grabs the staggered Lmoa and drops him with a clothesline. Dorian doesn’t release Jason’s wrist and pulls him back up only to clothesline him to the mat again. Hawkhurst pulls Lmoa up one more time, and this time he throws Lmoa across the ring with a throwing motion that looks like a hybrid between a hip toss and a Biel throw. Dorian marches over and picks Lmoa back up and lifts him up for scoop slam, but at the last second, drops to his knees and spikes Jason with a piledriver. Dorian immediately hooks the leg.


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THR-- NO! GARBAGE FENCE MAKES THE SAVE, KICKING DORIAN IN THE BACK!!!.

Dorian stands up and glares at Garbage Fence who rolls out of the ring. He picks up Lmoa by the hair, switching positions and delivers a drop suplex to his foe. He covers again.


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Dorian lets go of the cover and stares Garbage Fence down before he can kick Hawkhurst in the spine again. Garbage Fence backs off and Dorian whips Lmoa into his corner and tags in Zach van Owen.

Johnny Vegas:Oh for fucks sake, just kill them already so I can move on with my life.

Kyra Johnson:It was smart of him to keep his eyes on Fence though.

Terra Skye:It’s certainly better than being caught in the spine again. And now, Dorian has tagged his partner in for the first time this match. Let’s see what Zach van Owen can do out here tonight for his team.

Johnny Vegas: FUCK. This fucking SUCKS.

Ken Davison: Like a 42nd Street hooker on a Friday night.

Zach jumps over the top rope and into the ring. He stands on Lmoa, instructs the referee to count the fall, but the referee points at Zach boot across Lmoa’s throat.

Terra Skye:Well I’ve never seen this kind of aggression from van Owen before.

Johnny Vegas:If he’d of been doing this shit all along, maybe these two wouldn’t be winless right now.

Zach backs off as the referee admonishes him. As soon as the ref turns around, Zach spins delivering a 720 spin kick to the back of Lmoa’s neck.

Ken Davison: Get Sora on the phone, Zach’s got the Keyblade!

Johnny Vegas:God I fucking hate you..

Ken Davison:What was that?

Kyra Johnson:He said he fucking hates you. Don’t worry John, the feelings are mutual.

Boy:BORIC ACID!

Instead of going for the cover, Zach looks over at Garbage Fence who has his hand extended looking for the tag. Lmoa is slow getting to his hands and knees giving van Owen the opportunity to bring him back to the mat with a switchblade kick. The camera switches to an over the shoulder view from behind Chloe Hawkhurst who is slamming her hands on the match cheering her Forsaken brethren on. Lmoa pulls himself up using Zach’s tights and van Owen throws him into his corner, allowing Garbage Fence to tag in.

Ken Davison: I’ve got to be honest, I’ve seen this side of Dorian before, but to see this from Zach is surprising, to say the least.

Kyra JohnsonWell, I’d be the same way if I were dealing with the same shit they’ve been dealing with. Losing streaks affect people differently.

Terra Skye: It’s true.

Ken Davison: I know that the Forsaken have been frustrated with how they’ve performed in Carnage Wrestling so far. I think that we’re seeing the results of that frustration now.

Terra Skye:Hopefully they can use it in a productive way and keep their momentum going into the future.

Garbage Fence hesitates coming through the ropes and Zach reaffirms that feeling with a straight kick to the ribs. Zach goes for a roundhouse kick, but Garbage Fence catches his foot. Zach spins in the other direction and knocks Fence down with a Dragon Whip. Zach hops up for a hurricanrana but doesn’t release his legs and spikes Fence face-first on the mat. Garbage Fence starts to get up and Zach buries his knee in the rib cage of Fence. Dorian reaches out and Zach tags him into the match.

Terra Skye:Here comes Dorian once again!

Johnny Vegas:*Grumbling intensifies*

Dorian steps in and whips Garbage Fence into the ropes. As Garbage Fence comes off the ropes, Zach starts running towards the opposite ropes. Dorian kicks Fence in the stomach. While Garbage Fence doubles over, Dorian turns and pops Zach into the air with a military press. Zach grabs Fence on the way down and drills him into the mat with a huge DDT. The referee instructs Zach to get out of the ring as Dorian picks up Garbage Fence and drops him throat first across the ropes.

Ken Davison: I feel like Dorian missed an opportunity by not going for the pin after that innovative double team move.

Terra Skye:That was an amazing maneuver, one that very well could have gotten The Forsaken their first win here in Carnage.

Boy:Mothers drawers are filled with sprite!

Zach rolls out of the ring and Dorian goes back to work on Garbage Fence. He climbs to the middle rope and comes off with an elbow drop to the spine of Garbage Fence. Dorian reaches back and tags Zach, then turns around and picks Garbage Fence up with a wheelbarrow and Zach grabs Garbage Fence and brings him to the mat with a Limit Break! Van Owen with the cover.


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Kelly Carmichael: Here are your winners… Zach van Owen… Dorian Hawkhurst… THE FORSAKEN!!!

Terra Skye:Well there you have it! Congratulations to Zach and Dorian on a dominant performance here tonight! Hopefully, this turns the tides and they can keep it up!

Kyra Johnson:They showed a lot out there that I’m sure they can use.

Johnny Vegas:Oh, good, it’s over. Yeah, yeah… nice having you… Blah Blah… time to move on without the extra people… *cough*

Terra Skye:You’re ridiculous, Johnny. Ken, Kyra.. It truly was a pleasure seeing you two out here tonight, and having your insights was great - Contrary to one, unpopular opinion.

Johnny Vegas:...Bitch.

Terra Skye:Is there anything you guys would like to say before we head into break?

Ken turns towards Johnny.

Ken Davison: What? No hug?

Johnny Vegas:....no.

Ken Davison: Sad day, bro. Sad day.

Ken gets up, shakes Terra's hand and begins to leave as Hawkhurst and van Owen celebrate in the ring. Kyra however, stays behind for a moment.

Terra Skye:Kyra?

Kyra Johnson:Oh, I just wanted to add one small thing. Some might wonder why we wanted to be out here now, instead of later when Willis is taking on Inky. But honestly? It doesn't matter. We're here. And we're watching, no matter where we are.

She slides to the side and leans in towards Johnny, whispering something in his ear that makes his eyes widen before she makes her exit.

Terra Skye:Johnny? What was that all about?

Johnny Vegas:NOTHING. God. I.. I hate them so much. Go to fucking break.

Terra Skye:On that.. Odd note, we'll be back in a few moments folks!

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Johnny Vegas: Second match of the evening and I’m already tired of this shit.

Terra Skye: Oh shush. At least you’ll get to see weapons and whatnot as Biggie Easton makes his way down to the ring to take on Lord Raab in an Ultraviolent match.

Johnny Vegas: And then another ultraviolent match later in the night with Zephyr Quinn taking on Annie Lennox as part of that weird triangle thing going on in the UV division. I DEMAND MORE BLOOD!

Boy: Repetition is flattery!



Johnny shakes his head and as Biggie is just about to climb into the ring, Lord Raab comes from out of no where and wraps a chair around Easton’s head! Biggie tries to run at Raab, still with chair around his neck which proves to be a mistake as Raab picks Easton up with little effor and drops him down hard with a spinebuster, his neck hanging from the chair in an awkward position and holding Biggie’s body up. With no hesitation or remorse, Raab lays boots into Easton’s midsection before rolling him into the ring.

Terra Skye: Raab came out and shows exactly what the UV division is about!

Johnny Vegas: Well he is literally a big scary murder monster.

Boy: Edges are sharp!

Biggie goes to get to his feet and once again Raab is ready as he takes the chair off of Easton’s head and tosses it to the ground before grabbing Biggie by the throat, picking him up, and slamming him down with a modified chokeslam deemed, The Chokinator! With an angry roar, Raab isn’t finished as he picks the motionless body of Easton up and sets him up for a double armed brainbuster, dropping Easton head and neck first on top of the chair!

Johnny Vegas: Whelp, this is done.

Terra Skye: I’d have to agree. The Chokinator followed up with the Killerbuster? No one is kicking out of that!

Boy: Not even a zombie…

Raab covers Easton’s face with his hand, pressing down as hard as he can as he keeps a knee right in the sternum of Biggie as the ref slides in to make the count.


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Kelly Carmichael: Your Winner... LORD RAAB!!!!

Terra Skye: There you have it. I don't know that Biggie ever really had a chance here tonight... And his parade of bad luck continues.

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't be surprised if he's standing in the unemployment line before long.

Boy: SEVENTY THREE FISH!

Johnny Vegas: Or maybe they'll make him an honorary Masked Debater. Crazier things have happened, I suppose.

Terra Skye: You're not wrong, but congratulations to Lord Raab on a much-needed victory here tonight - Let's head into a short break before our next match of the evening!

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Terra Skye: And we're back and ready for the first of two matches tonight - to determine who will fight for the Baltimore City Championship at Act of Defiance!

Johnny Vegas: Oh yeah, let me just say something right quick... FUCK YOU for not telling me about earlier!

Terra Skye: Well that was half the fun. The other half was watching you squirm. But anyway, Dominick Strife and William Keen are out here and they look ready to get this match underway!

Johnny Vegas: I'll tell you, seeing that Goddess that comes with Dominick to the ring almost makes up for having to be in the same zipcode as, well, you know who.



The two men circle one another to start things off - Locking up quickly and jockeying for position before Strife gains the advantage, pushing Keen into the corner and pressing his forearm against Keen's throat, only letting go when the ref's count gets to four. Strife backs off, his arms raised in the air, and a subtle smirk on his lips - But Keen is none too happy with his opponent, and while Strife isn't paying attention, kicks him in the midsection, going for a stunner - But Dom spins out of it and lays Keen out with a beautiful dropkick![/font]

Terra Skye: Strife is coming out of the gate with all cylinders firing here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Damn right he does, he wants that title shot.... And I'd imagine he's out to impress his lady friend there.

Boy: FROST GIANTS!

Terra Skye: Either way, Keen needs to get his head in the game.

Keen rolls towards the turnbuckles, pulling himself to his feet in the corner. Dominick grabs him by the arm, spinning him around as the sound of hand meeting flesh echoes through the arena! The crowd counts along as Dom continues hitting knife edge chops to the chest of Keen until Keen's drops back down to the mat! But Strife isn't done there, he begins laying kicks into the midsection of his opponent, again, just until the referee's count gets to four. Dominick backs away once more, giving his manager Isla a look before he takes off for the corner again, stepping up onto the middle rope and hitting Keen with a boot to the side of his head as he was just back up to his knees! Keen's back down to the mat!

Terra Skye: Keen just can't get it together, or else Strife is just that focused here tonight on being the one to have the match at Act of Defiance for the Baltimore City Championship!

Johnny Vegas: Can't it be both?

Terra Skye: Yeah, I guess it can be.

Dom drags Keen towards the middle of the ring before he moves towards the corner once more, mounting the top turnbuckle and turning around. He wastes little time in jumping off, hitting a double stomp straight to the sternum of his opponent! Cover!


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

Terra Skye: Well there you have it! Dominick Strife could walk out of Act of Defiance with the Baltimore City title!

Johnny Vegas: Damn straight!

Terra Skye: We'll find out in just a bit who he'll be facing - Either the Avenger or Zack Tyler.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, look at her hopping up and down... Celebrating. Jesus Christ... Dominick is a lucky son of a bitch.

Terra Skye: Wow... Your desperation is showing, Johnny. Anyway, congratulations to Dominick, but let's get into a break!

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Mitch Heart saunters through the hallway, fists taped, his broken crown hoodie unzipped and open, the hood pulled over his head. In his hands he carries the Ultraviolent Championship. His eyes dart at the doors, his fingers reaching out and brushing against the one that his friend, a true Queen, once occupied as he passed by.

Finding the locker room he was looking for, he paused, balled up one fist, and lifted it to knock, only to stop, his hand falling back to his side. Shaking his head, he looked around and found a large wooden box behind him, the kind that extra electrical cables were stored in when not in use. Pulling the belt off his shoulder, he goes to set it down, only to pause again.

Lifting it up, he sinks his teeth into the leather once more, on the small amount of bare crimson just at the bottom of the front, next to the nameplate. He bites down hard, so hard his teeth ache and tiny indentations are left in the metal. Just the barest of scratches.

Licking his teeth, he finally sets the belt on top of the box. Its recipient would see it the moment he came out, along with a note, before slipping away and out of sight to prepare for his match with Trent Steel.

The sloppy, to the point scrawl was in red ink.

‘You’ll get your answers soon.

Then I’m coming back for this.’

It was signed with a doodle of a broken heart.

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Terra Skye: Well that was interesting.

Johnny Vegas: All I know is I don't wanna be around when the current champ sees that because... God only knows what he'll do when he sees someone else's bite mark in his belt.

Terra Skye: You make a good point.

Boy: CRASH TEST DUMMY!

Johnny Vegas: You might not be wrong, Boy.

Terra Skye: All I know for sure is we'll see the culmination of this at Act of Defiance... For now, let's find out who Dominick Strife will be facing for the Baltimore City Championship!

Johnny Vegas: Either way he'll be facing a dickhead.

Boy: LOOK IN MYYYYY EYYYEESS!!! WHAT DO YOU SEEE?

Johnny Vegas: Okay put down the damn chair Boy!



The Avenger and Tyler square off for a moment with The Avenger holding up his hand to go for a test of strength. Tyler oblidges, and tries to go for the "Hand of God" on Avenger, but Vengy kicks Tyler in the shin to break the hold and Avenger starts wailing on Tyler with lefts and rights. He grabs Tyler and tosses him into the ropes. Tyler hits the rebound and comes flying back as Avenger runs towards the opposite ropes and leaps onto the second rope. Second rope cross body into a roll up from Avenger to Tyler!


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Tyler kicks out and swings at Avenger who ducks out of the way and rushes to the ropes again. He comes back with a running forearm smash to take down Tyler. Avenger winds up and drops a fist right down onto Tyler's face. Avenger leaps up and goes up top looking to go for a moonsault. Tyler gets his knee's up and Avenger ends up getting the ol "knees to the ribs".

Terra Skye: OOF! That was a costly mistake there by Avenger. We've seen Tyler take advantage of situations like this before.

Johnny Vegas: The fact his stupid superhero self got a bit of offense in was hilarious.

Boy: HAND!!!

Tyler gets up and grabs Avenger by the head and lifts him up. He tosses Avegner, headfirst, into the turnbuckle post and starts stomping away on him. He let's Avenger just lay there for a few moments and runs back. Baseball slide to the chest of Avenger! Tyler picks up Avenger and tosses him into the ropes and takes Avenger down with a jumping knee strike to the face!

Terra Skye: Zack Tyler is amping up his abuse on Avenger, possibly to send a message to his possible opponent at Act of Defiance!

Johnny Vegas: He's beating him like critics beat up a DC movie...

Boy: SHAZAM!!

Tyler looks down at Avenger and holds up his left hand. He grabs Avengers right hand and starts hits "The Hand of God" on him! Avenger howls in pain at the hold and makes his way to the ropes getting the referee, Silent Cal, to break the hold. Tyler just starts hitting Avenger over and over and over again with knee's the face, and then following it up with a hip toss. Tyler picks up Avenger and plants him with a DDT! Tyler gets Avenger up and Avenger looks like he's barely able to stand as Tyler goes for a kick to the midsection. Avenger catches it. Tyler goes for the Enzuigiri! Avenger ducks and slaps Tyler into a Half Boston Crab!!

Terra Skye: And Avenger with a submission hold??!!!

Johnny Vegas: He knows how to do one of those? Are you sure? I think he just stumbled into it from getting punch drunk.

Boy: HOW BOUT A NICE HAWAIIAN PUNCH!

Tyler quickly gets his arm out to the ropes and Avenger is forced to let go of the hold. Tyler gets up and glares at Avenger, wanting to end this as soon as possible. He tosses Avenger into the ropes and sets up to back body drop the superhero, but Avenger leaps over Tyler. Tyler turns just in time to get hit with a superman punch!

Terra Skye: Quick thinking from The Avenger breaks out a Superman Punch!

Johnny Vegas: If it was a real Superman punch it'd tank our box office

Boy: SNYDERFRUEDEN!!

Avenger leans against the ropes for a moment as he tries to catch his breath. Tyler gets up and grabs Avenger's right hand again latching on the "Hand of God". Avenger goes down to one knee in pain as Tyler wrenches his hand. Avenger reaches up and puts his left hand on Tyler's throat and starts to stand up. Avenger grits his teeth thru the pain as he gets to his feet. He knee's Tyler in the gut breaking the hold and lifts Tyler high up...CHOKESLAM!! Avenger falls to his knee's grabbing his hand as Tyler starts to slowly move. Avenger gets up and hits the ropes...fist drop to Tyler's face! Avenger rushes to the corner and waits...Tyler gets up...SUPERHERO KICK! Avenger doesn't go for the cover. He goes up top...SUPERHERO LANDING!

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Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner... THE AVENGER!!!!

Terra Skye: He did it! The Avenger overcame the odds and is one step closer to becoming The Baltimore City Champion!

Johnny Vegas: Welp this clinches it...Twenty Twenty One is gonna suck even more than Twenty Twenty...

Boy: BARBRA WALTERS!!

Johnny Vegas: Oh for fucks sake.

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Terra Skye: Next up, a match-up featuring some hot new drama in our tag team division… One-half of the champions Jon Willis against one-half of the number one contenders, Incubus.

Johnny Vegas: On the line? Absolutely nothing.

Terra Skye: I was going to say ‘momentum.’

Johnny Vegas: Which means nothing in the grand scheme of things. Doesn’t matter who wins and loses in this match. The match that matters is the one for the straps.

Boy: Momentum carries us forth!

The duo known as Pandemonium makes their entrance, Incubus as threatening as ever as Succubus takes her spot at ringside. Next out comes Jon Willis accompanied by his partner Axton Gunn. The Legion pops for the champions as Jonathan raises his belt briefly before walking down to the ring, Ax at his side. The height difference meaning little to the champion, Jon steps toe to toe with Incubus as the ref calls for the bell.



Jon backs off, never taking his eyes off Incubus as he hands his belt over to Axton, his eyes leaving Incubus for the briefest of seconds, allowing Incubus to charge in with a shotgun dropkick, nailing Jon in the ribs and forcing him back into the corner!

Terra Skye: Incubus looking to make quick work of Willis as Axton looks on.

Johnny Vegas: That’s what happens when you bring distractions to the ring for a one on one match. Take your eye off the ball once and WHAMO! Lights out.

Boy: Clap on!

Incubus picks Jon up before peppering him with stiff jabs to the jaw and quick chops to the chest. The Institute member winds up for a big chop but Jon gets his arms up just in time to block! Jon gets a foot up and pushes Incubus away before charging out of the corner and leaping into the air, wrapping his legs around the neck and shoulders of Incubus and taking him down with a head scissors takedown! Ax roars his approval as Succubus inches closer to the other half of the champions. In the ring, Jon gets up first, quickly running the ropes and leaping up, coming down on top of Incubus with a running moonsault! Jon quickly rolls Incubus up for the cover, but at the last moment, Incubus gets out, stands, and delivers a buzzsaw kick to the side of Jon’s head!

Terra Skye: Oof, Incubus showing why Pandemonium are the current number one contenders.


Johnny Vegas: Mistake is that he isn’t going for the cover.

Boy: Cows are lobster of the land!

Incubus snarls as he picks Jonathan up, but once again, Jon shows off his quickness as he throws the grasp of Incubus and delivers kicks to his opponent’s legs! Incubus stumbles to the side and Jon uses the time to take a deep breath before running at Incubus and jumping at him with a flying crossbody!

Incubus manages to catch Jon and tries to throw him behind him! However, Jonathan leaps up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off onto Incubus’ shoulders with a modified Bone Breaker! Jon scrambles for the cover…


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At the last minute, Succubus runs over and grabs Incubus’ boot laying it on the top rope before getting the ref’s attention with a banshee scream. The ref halts the count as Jon looks in disbelief and Axton rushes over to confront Succubus! Incubus slowly gets to his feet, grabbing his back, but whips Jonathan around, booting him in the gut before lifting him for a powerbomb! Jonathan isn’t having it though as he starts fighting back, spinning around and then flipping forward to deliver a stunner to Incubus! Jonathan drops down for another cover but the sound of his partner being thrown into the ringsteps distracts him and gives Incubus enough time to headbutt Willis in the face, sending him backwards, off of Incubus! Willis begins crawling towards the brawl between Axton and Succubus, but Incubus is back up and helps him, grabbing him and tossing him between the top and middle ropes, the champion hitting the floor with a thud. Incubus hops out of the ring as well, and the referee begins the ten count.

Terra Skye: Well, we should have known this was going to happen.

Johnny Vegas: Shit's getting interesting.. Shut up!

Willis and Incubus begin trading fists as their respective partners do the same. Incubus tries to Irish Whip Willis into the barricade but Willis reverses it, sending Incubus barreling towards the barricade and his partner, who's laying in kicks to a downed Axton Gunn! Incubus narrowly misses his partner, but the distraction gives Axton enough time to get back to his knees, doubling Succubus over with a few well placed elbows! Willis rushes his opponent, looking to clothesline him over the barricade, but Incubus counters, sending Willis up and over the barricade with a modified arm drag! Willis hits a few of the empty chairs, rolling around in pain as the referee's count gets to seven! Eight!!

Terra Skye: They're going to be counted out if this keeps up!

Johnny Vegas: Something tells me they don't really care at this point.

Willis begins getting up, as Incubus climbs over the barricade himself, looking to inflict more damage to Willis ahead of their match at AOD. The referee counts Nine! And just as Incubus grabs Willis by the throat - TEN!



Kelly Carmichael: This match is a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!!!

But that doesn't stop Incubus as he lifts Willis up for a chokeslam - But NO! Axton Gunn jumps up onto the Barricade and leaps off, catching Incubus with a dropkick to the back of his head! He drops Willis and lands on the ground as Willis helps Axton back to his feet. Succubus is back on her feet as well, on the other side of the barrier, seething as Incubus gets up in front of her and the two teams face off as the Carnage legion cheers!

Terra Skye: Well, the title match just got a little more interesting.

Johnny Vegas: And now I have to wait to watch them kill each other?! FUCK!

Referees and backstage staff run out from the backstage area to keep the teams separated, as the show heads to commercial.

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In the middle of the ring at the Carnage arena, Kelly Carmichael stands spotlighted before a long table set for two, one mic and one contract set atop it on either end. Smiling, she raises her own mic to her lips.

Kelly Carmichael: Legion, we are just moments away from our contract signing for the Carnage World Heavyweight Championship match at Act of Defiance! In just two weeks we will see two of the most dominant competitors Carnage has to offer going head to head for one of the most coveted titles the company has to offer. These two have only been pinned by each other during their tenure at Carnage. We will witness a clash between a woman who represents a dynasty and a man who has defined himself as an iconoclast. Legion, for this Act of Defiance contract signing, please welcome to the ring from Pasadena, California, Carnage’s own lucha princess and former Tag Team Champion, Catalina Cortes!

An ear-splitting alarm blares through the Carnage Arena, the Legion winces, the Tron flashes !!!NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHING!!!

POP/STARS vs MEGALOVANIA by Dj Cutman kicks in, as the screen shifts to say CATALINA CORTES, complete with an anime cat(resembling a public domain version of Litten to avoid any legal complications) in place of the O. Catalina Cortes bursts through the curtain, to the delight of the crowd. She wears jeans with obnoxiously multicolored Yoshi sneakers. Her black hoodie has TWITCH.TV/SUPERSMASHCAT emblazoned on the back in glaring orange. She pulls the hood back, shaking her bleach blond hair free. Turning her back to the ring so that she can point at the Carnage-Tron and better display her twitch channel, the screen flashes her name and the Legion chimes in.

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES

She turns to the ring, a smirk playing across her lips as her eyes dance hungrily over the signing table. Her walk to the ring is quick, betraying her eagerness as she dashes up the ring steps. Reclining against the ropes, she gives the Legion a wicked grin before bounding off the bottom rop and backflipping over the top. She lands on her feet in the ring, surveying the table one last time, before taking a seat. The chair tilts back as Catalina puts her feet up and awaits the arrival of the champion.

Kelly Carmichael: And now, hailing from Seattle, Washington, he is your Carnage Wrestling World Champion, the Oracle, Silvio Leon!

The lights in the arena go out, and there’s a beat of silence before the first few riffs of, ‘Superstition,’ by Kyle Primus echo out over the assembled. The Carnagetron flickers on to reveal black-and-white footage of a planchette moving by itself across a Ouija board surrounded by lit candles, raw crystals and tarot cards. A pair of white pyros go off on either side of the entrance ramp, where Silvio stands bathed in black light, dressed in black jeans and waistcoat, the sleeves of his white button-down pushed up to show off the tattoos beneath. As he steps out onto the ramp, the title belt he carries over one shoulder glints in the ambient light, the crowd assembled erupts into cheers. The champ does some air-fist bumps and high fives, feeding off of, and responding to, the Legion’s energy.

As he lays eyes on Cat in the ring, however, he grins and seems to forget everything else around him. Renewed purpose in his steps, he climbs into the ring, still smiling, eyes glittering, and has a seat at the other end of the table.

Kelly Carmichael: Now, before we get to signing, Catalina, this will be your first championship match since Team Rock Lobster was victorious over the Kit-Kat Connection at Ultimate Carnage 6. What are your thoughts as our resident Rudo Royalty going into, ‘Act of Defiance’?

Cat grabs a mic from the table, but keeps her posture relaxed, still leaning back with her feet on the table.

Catalina Cortes: A couple of months ago I was one-half of the tag team champions, one loss to my name. A couple of months before that I was also one half of the tag team champions with zero losses to my name, until somebody came along.

She points across the table at Silvio.

Catalina Cortes: That guy. But a lot’s happened since then. I’m no longer a champion. I’ve lost twice.

Cat sticks her tongue out in disgust.

Catalina Cortes: Kelly, if I can be honest, I’m what you might call a bad loser. I really, really, really hate it and being a good sport is like chewing aluminum foil. Not that I’m nursing a grudge or anything, but I’d be lying if I said there was no residual butt-hurt from Silvio serving me my first L. I don’t think anyone would argue that 2020 was Silvio’s year, but it could’ve ended on a happier note for me personally. I lost my belt, I lost my partner. Had to do some course-correcting going into 2021. Made some resolutions like never ever lose again ever. And also beat the guy who beat me. So I came back, and with a heavy heart, tried to move on from the Kit-Kat Connection and start winning on my own again. So far, so good.

Kelly nods before turning to Silvio.

Kelly Carmichael: You’re undefeated in singles competitions, but even with your track record and title, you have to be thinking about how you’re going to win this fight. Catalina is the only person on the roster who has ever pinned you. What’s going through your mind, Silvio?

Silvio takes the mic, leaning back and raising his brows.

Silvio Leon: Well, Kelly, you never forget your first, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t hyper conscious of the 1% that defies the other 99. Cat did something that not many of my other opponents have done - took me seriously and paid attention. But I also didn’t expect anything less. You don’t do anything in half measures, Cortes. And I don’t expect anything except everything from you come the 1st.

He grins.

Silvio Leon: But that’s why this is exciting. That’s why I’m glad you get the first shot. You and I are going to step into the first PPV of 2021 and set the standard for the rest of the year.

Cat takes her feet off the table, sitting up a little straighter.

Catalina Cortes: Agreed. This is exciting. I’m also glad I get the first shot, because the standard I’m interested in setting is that I can beat you. One-on-one. No partners to complicate things. Maybe I think I can do it. Maybe I know I can do it. You tell me, future boy.

Silvio clutches a hand to his heart, fluttering his lashes.

Silvio Leon: Aw, Cat, you think I’m the future? I will blush to my bones!

Leaning back, he shrugs with a little smile.

Silvio Leon: I don’t have the deck on me right this minute, but let me ask you this.

He spreads his hands.

Silvio Leon: Why do you need me to tell you? Do you still need an external voice reassuring you you can do something, or isn’t your own enough yet?

Catalina Cortes: Yes, I definitely need that.

Kelly Carmichael: Catalina, as World Champion, Silvio has stated his aim is to help other wrestlers get opportunities within Carnage. If you win the belt, what do you want your legacy as Champion to be?

Catalina Cortes: Crap, I’m gonna look dumb if I say the thing he said. Does sound nice, though. I’m opportunities-positive, but if I want to leave a legacy, it’s that whoever holds that title is the best wrestler in Carnage, no asterisks, no qualifiers, no shenanigans. Unfortunately, I can’t be the best wrestler in Carnage without beating Silvio Leon, and oh wow what a coincidence, I can’t be the champ without doing that either. I’ll figure out the details later, but right now the only legacy I’m concerned about is whether or not I can beat someone who’s unbeatable.

She holds up a finger.

Catalina Cortes: Except in tag matches.

And another finger.

Catalina Cortes: Against me.

Silvio only smiles wider, leaning forward.

Silvio Leon: One for one, right? I took your singles streak, you took my tag team streak. Who’s got it in them to go two for three? That something...you’re interested in watching, Legion?

Leaning back, he spreads his arms, fingers flickering back and forth in a, ‘gimme,’ motion as the crowd roars in response.

Silvio Leon: And, hey, it looks like you’ve got an empty spot on your tag partner card. At the risk of being labeled a, ‘tag team slut,’ if you ever felt like sharing a corner in a fight, I wouldn’t be opposed.

He holds up a hand.

Silvio Leon: But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I’m the bogeyman on Mount Olympus. I’m the cryptid who kicked a god off his throne. I am the prey that became the bane of predators.

He leans forward, his gaze sharpening.

Silvio Leon: ...And I’m already…

He taps his wrist meaningfully, not breaking his gaze.

Silvio Leon: ...Under your skin. So ask yourself...just how far you’re going to have to go to take this title off me.

He holds his gaze a moment longer before picking up the pen beside the contract and signing it. Cat shrugs.

Catalina Cortes: I’m gonna guess… Pretty fucking far.

She grabs the pen and signs the contract.

Catalina Cortes: Is that far enough?

She shrugs again.

Catalina Cortes: We’ll see.

Kelly Carmichael: There you have it, Legion! Kingdom versus conqueror! Dynasty versus iconoclast! Who will prevail? Join us on March the 1st for Carnage Wrestling: Act of Defiance to find out!

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Terra Skye: Well that just made me look even more forward to watching Catalina Cortes challenge for Silvio Leon's world title in two weeks.

Johnny Vegas: I mean the match was already official... But now we're supposed to believe now that they signed a paper that it's really official... WHATEVER.

Terra Skye: Ugh.. Nevermind. Anyway, this matchup coming up now has been one that's been talked about since Mitch Heart debuted in Carnage Wrestling. The speculations on who would win and who would lose is about to end.

Johnny Vegas: Well whatever the smarks are saying I have to say I'm excited because maybe Mitch will break Trent's jaw!

Boy: JOLLY RANCHER!

Terra Skye: So far Trent's year has not gone well and he seems to be taking these losses hard.

Johnny Vegas: While I agree in normal circumstances that would be the case, with everything going on in his personal life he's probably just going from match to match.

Boy: SAD SCAR FACE!



There is a moment of silence as Silent Cal looks between both men. The two wrestlers stare each other down as they let the fans enjoy the moments as flashes of phones go off in the background. Heart starts by getting in Steel's face and Steel retorts by nodding his head and headbutting Heart in the face! Heart returns fire with a headbutt of his own cracking Trent's corpse paint! A hush falls over the crowd as the "Oh Shit" moment of the century just kicked off! The shots heard around the wrestling world being as Heart and Steel start trading punches more than kids use to trade pokemon cards as 'The Legion' gets to it's feet as the brawl they've been waiting for kicks into high gear with shot after shot after shot!

Terra Skye: This wasn't gonna be a scientific match or a lesson in technical wrestling folks! We knew this was gonna be a fight!

Johnny Vegas: Jeez! These guys are trading blows more than a Cocaine Expo!

Boy: HEART PUNCH!

And yes, as Boy just called it, Heart is the one to break up the fists of fury as Trent gets laid out with Heart hitting a heart punch! Heart grabs Steel and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle, chest first. On the bounce off of the turnbuckle, Heart grabs Trent by the forehead and drags him down to the mat trying to lock on a chokehold. Trent, the ever-present ring tactician, quickly scurries on the mat and gets his legs to the ropes and Silent Cal starts to administer his five-count for the break. Which Heart takes the full advantage of letting go jus at five. Heart quickly gets up and runs to the ropes and hits Steel with a knee to the face. Heart grabs Steel up off of the mat and being the taller of the two Heart slaps on a full nelson lock on Steel trying to wear down the ring veteran. Steel can't pull the same trick as a minute ago to get to the ropes so he hands there for a moment as Silent Cal asks if he wants to give up!

Terra Skye: Trent isn't going to give up this early!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, because that's the smart thing with how pissed Mitch is!

Boy: AWW...HUGS!

Steel is trying to break out of the full nelson lock but Heart keeps moving around and wrenching until finally Steel gets his foot behind Heart and using the force of his momentum does a makeshift Russian Leg Sweep. The hold is broken and Steel goes to the outside of the ring. Heart gets up and see's Steel and decides to go for it with a suicide dive! Steel catches Heart and drops him, throat first, onto the ring barrier!

Terra Skye: OOF! That hurt my throat seeing it! He could have crushed Mitch's windpipe!

Johnny Vegas: Then we'd be out those riveting promos...

Boy: HIGHEST RATED BAYY BAYYY

Silent Cal begins his count as both men are outside of the ring. Steel picks up Heart and returns the Heart Punch from earlier.

1..

2...

Steel grabs Heart and rolls him back into the ring and heads to the turnbuckle post. Steel goes up top and leaps off hitting a textbook elbow right to the sternum of Heart! Steel rolls Heart over and waits for Heart to get up on all fours and Steel runs in with a punt kick to the ribs! He then picks up Heart and hits a rib breaker on the side where he kicked him. Steel then stands over Heart and backhands him in the face! Heart responds by reaching up and grabbing Steel by the throat and then stands up. Steel responds in kind by grabbing Heart's throat and both men are locked up in a choke hold and going around the ring till Heart gets Steel in the corner and hits Steel with an uppercut sending Steel over the post and headfirst down onto the ring steps on the outside!

Terra Skye: That could have given Trent a concussion!

Johnny Vegas: Like he needs more Dain Bramage...

Boy: BLEED FOR MEEEEE!!

Heart goes to the outside and grabs Steel and Irish Whips him into the ring barrier and we see Steel has a cut over his left eye. Heart sees it and starts wailing on Steel. It's not long before every punch is causing a crimson mask, and mist, to come from the wound.

1...

2...

Heart picks up Steel and Snake Eyes him onto the barricade in front of the fans. Heart doesn't let up and keeps kicking the shit out of Steel.

3...

4...

Heart grabs Steel and tosses him back into the ring. Heart gets into the ring and drops and elbow to the back of Steel's head. He grabs Steel's head and starts slamming him over and over and over again into the ring mat causing a lovely red smear on the canvas. Steel looks like he Jackson Pollocked all over his face as Heart picks him and tosses Steel into the ropes. Bounceback from Steel. BACK BODY DROP BY MITCH HEART!! Followed up by a knee to the forehead of Trent Steel!

Terra Skye: Heart is focusing on that busted open part of Steel's forehead and it's a great strategy.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah! One problem! Trent Steel's operated with less blood than a starving vampire. Wearing him down takes too long, but who knows it might work.

Boy: Bleh bleh bleh

Heart gets up for a moment and picks up Steel. He tosses Steel into the ropes and then latches on a sleeper hold. Trent tries to get out of the hold as Heart tries to counter the moves. Steel gets his foot up on the second and then third ropes in the corner and pushes back sending both men down to the mat. Heart's shoulders are down on the mat and...


One!!

Heart lets go of the hold and Steel rolls out of the ring. Heart starts to argue with Silent Cal about that, as Cal explains that his shoulders were on the mat. Steel yells at Heart and Heart responds by running over and sliding out of the ring and both men start brawling again.

1...

2...

Heart gets a shot in on Steel, deflects a shot from Steel, and grabs Steel by the throat by both hands and choke bombs Steel on the outside!

3...

4...

Heart grabs Steel and goes to drive Steel's head into the steps again. Steel stops it and reverses the move sending Mitch into the steps!

5...

6...

Steel hears the count and quickly tosses Heart in under the ropes. Trent goes up top and comes down with a diving knee to the chest of Heart. Heart is gasping for air as Steel grabs Heart's leg and drags it to the corner and puts it on the second rope. Leap up to the third rope and followed by a stomp to the ankle of Heart! Heart is howling in pain and clutching his ribs as Trent just looks down at Heart and starts to continue the trash-talking from earlier. Steel picks up Heart and sets him up for a piledriver! He connects! Right in the center of the ring!

Terra Skye: Piledriver from Trent Steel!

Johnny Vegas: He's just made that Mitch is taller than he is! I think Mitch might have just lost a few inches.

Boy: Inch High Private Eye!

Steel sits up first after taking a brief rest, but not far behind is Heart going for the ropes to pull himself up. Chop block to the already worked on leg sends Heart back down to the mat courtesy of Steel. Steel reaches down to grab Heart, but Heart reaches up and...A CROSSFACE! A makeshift crossface and Trent is barred from getting to the ropes by the position of Mitch Heart! Silent Cal asks if Trent wants to give up but all our cameras hear is the scream. Steel is frantically trying to get into position to try to get out of the hold but Heart has it locked on until we hear it...That sickening POP!

Terra Skye: OH JEEZ! Why?! Why can't he get that fixed!

Johnny Vegas: That would require taking time off and Trent Steel hasn't taken a single vacation day voluntarily since he started here...Lord knows I COULD USE THE VACATION FROM HIM!

Boy: Man's Man!

Steel, thanks to his dislocated shoulder is able to stretch just enough to grab the ropes. Heart responds by letting go of the hold and grabbing Trent's dislocated arm and WHIPPING IN INTO THE MAT! Trent holds onto the arm and is howling in pain as Heart stands, still favoring his leg. Heart grabs Steel and slams his head into the mat again. He follows up by dropping his good knee into the bad shoulder of Steel and grinding it in leaving Steel to howl in pain! With Trent's free hand he reaches up and...MANDIBLE CLAW!! Heart tries to back away but Steel rolls with it to get Heart down on his back!


One!!


Two!!

Kickout by Heart as Steel rolls out of the ring and heads over to the announcer's table...

Terra Skye: No! Don't...Please don't...

Johnny Vegas: Stay away from my booze ya asshole!

Boy: SAD SCAR MAN!

TRENT SLAMS HIS SHOULDER INTO THE TABLE AND WE HEAR IT POP BACK INTO PLACE

Terra Skye: Ohhhhhh...that was...I think I'm gonna be sick.

Johnny Vegas: Hey, while you're at it my lower back needs a pop! Think you can...

Boy: SPINELESS MAN HAVE NO SPINE!

Heart gets up and see's Trent and leaps over the top rope and takes down Trent with a dive and starts punching Steel over and over again!

1...

2...

Trent rolls over and is on top of Heart!

3...

4...

Reversal by Heart...

5...

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Reversal by Steel...

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8...

Steel quickly gets up and see's the Ref's count and grabs Heart and tosses him under the ropes...

9...

Steel slides into the ring. Both men are breathing heavily and both are worse for wear as Steel is checking his arm.

Terra Skye: This match has been a trainwreck that just almost ended in a double count out!

Johnny Vegas: If I leave and get a ten count can we make it a triple so I can go home early?

Boy: YERRR OUTTA HERE!!

Heart gets up and looks at Steel as he gets up on the opposite side of the ring. Heart mouths off at Steel who responds with a come on motion. Heart oblidges by meeting Steel in the center of the ring and starts wailing on Steel. Punch to head! Punch to the head! Punch to the head! Punch to the...BLOCKED! Hammerlock by Steel. Pushes Heart off into the ropes. Headbutt to the face sending Heart down to the mat. Steel flips his hair back and we see the bloody painted face of Trent Steel. He slaps the back of Heart's head. Heart gets up and Steel yells to hit him. Heart gets a little confused for a moment as we see tears are starting to stream down Steel's face.

"HIT ME YOU GOD DAMN ASSHOLE!!! COME ON!!!"

With that Heart starts hitting Steel again and again and again. Toss into the ropes by Heart to Steel. Steel bounces back into a spinebuster like move from Heart! Heart gets up and starts jawjacking with Steel only to see Steel sit up. Heart wipes the sweat off of his face as he runs up and hits a punt kick to the face of Steel! Steel goes down. Heart grabs Steel and hoists Steel up top and sets him up for a top rope "Fall of the Broken"!!


One!!


Two!!


Three!!



Kelly Carmicheal: Here is your winner...Mitch "The Broken" Heart!

Terra Skye: With a top rope "Fall of The Broken" Mitch Heart gets the win over Trent Steel!

Johnny Vegas: That was just the nail in the coffin to beat Trent Steel! Yes Mitch!

Boy: UNCLE FRED!

Heart looks over as Steel sits up yet again. Heart and Steel get up. Heart starts talking trash to Steel and Steel...falls over...Silent Cal goes to check on him. Cal calls for the EMT's who rush over to check on Trent Steel.

Terra Skye: Trent might be really badly hurt.

Johnny Vegas: Think of not just this match but how much punishment he's taken in the past few weeks. Maybe he's reached his limit.

Boy: Broken Man Broke Scar Man!

Terra Skye: While Trent gets the help he needs, we'll head into a short break and we'll be right back with Zephyr Quinn against Annie Lennox!!

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Terra Skye: And we're back!

Johnny Vegas: Already? Holy Shit!

Terra Skye: Up next on this stacked edition of Chaos is an Ultraviolent encounter pitting "The Crazy Angel" Zephyr Quinn against Annie Lennox!

Johnny Vegas: It will be a match filled with delightful debauchery and heinous acts of savagery! Two of the most sadistic, vile, depraved, manic, degenerate, unconscionable souls to ever set foot in any wrestling ring around the world, with no rules and no limits!

Terra Skye: You've been reading out of the thesaurus to try and pass yourself off as smart again, haven't you?

Johnny Vegas: How dare you proclaim such a besmirchment on my abilities! I'm a cunning linguist!

Terra Skye: You're a narcissistic sycophant.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, well, uh... Gimme a second to look that up. Nar... Nar sess... Nar sess what now?

Terra Skye: That's what I thought. Let's head ringside and get on with the action.

The camera pan ringside, showing the fans in attendance cheering as Kelly Carmichael stands ready to make the opening ring announcements. Outside, members of the Carnage Wrestling ring crew are just getting done setting up all manner of hardcore instruments for the two competitors. There are about a half dozen tables, all set up with various hardcore weapons on them, from panes of glass to kendo sticks to spools and spools of barbed wire.

The hum of a guitar rings out into the building for a moment, only to be interrupted by the clash of cymbals. As Jinjer's "Who Is Gonna Be The One" kicks into high gear, Annie Lennox bursts through the curtain with energy to spare and a smile on her face. She ricochets from one side of the stage to the other while making a point to stop and will the crowd to get into the upcoming match - and behind her - with inaudible calls to action mixed with physical signaling and a handful of horns being thrown up. After a few back-and-forths, Annie takes to the ramp with a bounce in her step while she slaps the hands of the Carnage Wrestling faithful reaching over the barricade. Once at ringside, Annie slides herself under the bottom rope facing the ramp, hops to her feet, then heads to the ropes closest to the camera, then gets her feet on the second rope, and uses the top rope to brace her. Again, she yells out a few words to the audience that go missing to the fans at home under the music. She eventually hops down and takes to a corner while the music is cut.

Kelly Carmichael: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is an ULTRAVIOLENT RULES match! Introducing first... she stands 5'5'' and weighs 120 pounds... from Birmingham, England... ANNIE LENNOX!

"So, what's the craziest thing you've done lately?"

The opening of "Crazy Angel" hits as Zephyr Quinn makes her way out onto the stage, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up and over her face. As the music picks up, she whips the hood off her head and yells out, pumping her fist into the air as the pyros go off behind her.

Heading down the ramp, she tries to shake anyone's hand that offers it, accepting the jeers from the people that she hasn't won over quite yet. With steadfast determination, she rolls into the ring and takes her hoodie off, waiting for the match to start.

Kelly Carmichael: And the opponent... she is a former Carnage Wrestling Baltimore City Champion... she is "THE CRAZY ANGEL" ZEPHYR QUINN!!!!!

Terra Skye: And with the introductions over it's time to get started! Do your thing, Boy!.

Boy: AKALI GO BRR AND BELL GO DING!

Boy shatters another ring bell to begin the match, and the member of the ring crew assigned to "Boy Duty" dutifully replaces Boy's ring bell with another one. The two women meet in the center of the ring, nodding and jawing at each other. The unbridled hardcore insanity begins with... a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The two women jockey for position and Annie Lennox grabs a wristlock. Quinn bends forward to relieve some of the pressure as Annie tugs on her wrist and shoulder, and Quinn athletically maneuvers herself under Lennox and counters by grabbing a wristlock of her own. Lennox somersaults onto the mat, twists, breaks the hold, springs back up, and grabs Quinn in a headlock. Quinn lifts Annie for a Backdrop, but Annie kicks her feet out and thrusts forward, snapping Quinn over herself and sending both competitors down to the mat, with Lennox still applying a headlock on Quinn. Quinn stamps her feet to get the crowd going and athletically spins and twists out of the headlock. With Annie now facing downward, Quinn grabs a headlock of her own.

Johnny Vegas: What in the actual hell do they think they're doing?! Somebody hit somebody with something!

Boy: SUBJUGATE EXPATRIATION!

Johnny Vegas: What?!

Terra Skye: I think he means "subverting expectations", Johnny.

Annie fights up to a standing position, and counters Quinn's headlock with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex! The referee counts the fall!


ONE!


And in an impressive display of power, Zephyr Quinn bridges up with all of Annie Lennox's weight pressing down on her! Zephyr spins and pins Annie with a Backslide! The referee starts counting again!


ONE!


And Annie Lennox defiantly kicks out at one, springing back up to her feet! Quinn darts up as well, and the two women stare each other down as the crowd cheers! Both women smirk at each other, and Zephyr Quinn nods before leaving the ring. Lennox waits for her opponent in the center of the ring as Quinn comes back in, holding a kendo stick in each hand! The fans cheer as Quinn tosses one of the kendo sticks to Annie!

Terra Skye: This game of one-upsmanship is about to get a whole lot meaner!

The fans cheer as Annie and Zephyr charge at each other, swinging their kendo sticks! The two sticks collide in the center of the ring, sending an audible WHACK sound throughout the arena. The two women begin battling with their kendo sticks! Lennox thrusts forward but Quinn parries and sidesteps! Quinn slashes at Lennox but Lennox tilts back and narrowly avoids the stinging strike! Lennox goes high and Quinn dodges by ducking! Quinn goes low and Lennox dodges by leaping over the strike! The two women begin a rapid-fire series of blows: parrying, dodging, dipping, ducking, thrusting, and sending the fans crazy! Neither one can land a clean hit!

Johnny Vegas: They're swinging those sticks like lightsabers! Somebody put on "Duel of the Fates"! Or better yet, don't! We don't want Disney or Lucas suing us!

Boy: BA DUM BA DUM BA DUM BA DA DUM!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Close enough!

With one last dramatic THWACK, the two women slam their kendo sticks into each other and shatter both of them at the same time! The crowd cheers as Quinn and Lennox look at their feet and the shattered remains of their weapons! Quinn and Lennox shrug and just begin punching each other in the face! The crowd cheers as both women begin brawling all around the ring! Quinn shoves Annie into a corner of the ring and lands a hard, stiff elbow to her temple, buckling Annie's knees! Quinn dashes to the center of the ring and then runs full-tilt into Annie... but Annie leapfrogs her right up and over!

And Zephyr Quinn lands on the top rope! She turns around and grabs Annie by the throat! But Annie counters with an Enzugiri Kick! Quinn manages to catch herself from falling off the top rope, instead, she lands dazed on the outside ring apron! Thinking quickly, Annie Lennox charges at her opponent, nailing Zephyr Quinn with a Spear through the ropes! The two competitors fly backward into a nearby table that was covered in barb wire spools!

Johnny Vegas: There we go! Now that's what I call a little bit of the ultraviolence!

Boy: MILK WITH DRUGS INSIDE IT!

Lennox manages to crawl from the wreckage as Quinn stays down and dazed outside the ring. Lennox grabs a nearby light tube and the fans cheer, expecting more violence. Lennox holds the light tube behind herself with both hands, holding it from behind almost like a hula hoop, and then she runs and nails a crazy Cannonball Senton into Zephyr Quinn, sending Quinn even deeper into the spools of barbed wire and shattering the light tube right on top of her! Lennox gets back up, her back pockmarked with light tube shards. Riding high on adrenaline, Lennox grabs a nearby table that had been folded up and puts it on top of another table and slides the folded table into the ring. She then manages to haul up a dazed and bloody Zephyr Quinn and throw her into the ring. Finally, Lennox grabs a pair of light tubes, holding both in one hand, and heads to the top rope!

The fans rise in expectation as Annie Lennox balances herself on the top rope and transfers one of her light tubes to her other hand! Lennox is holding a light tube in each hand and Quinn is getting to her feet! Quinn somehow manages to get to her feet, but when she turns around, Lennox leaps off the top rope and deals a shattering blow to her opponent, obliterating both her light tubes on Zephyr Quinn's skull! Shards of light tubes go everywhere as Quinn falls and Lennox pins her amongst the wreckage!


ONE!!!!


TWO!!!!!


KICKOUT!!!!!

Terra Skye: An incredible display by Annie Lennox, and an even more impressive kickout by Zephyr Quinn!

Johnny Vegas: If she's crazy enough to kick out after a shot like that then I'm crazy enough to keep watching!

Boy: DOES THE CRAZY IS THE CRAZY!

Johnny Vegas: Was that a question? A statement? Do I even want to know?

Boy: I AM THINKING SO AM I!

Terra Skye: You sure are, Boy.

Lennox looks down at her bloodied and brutalized opponent, both shocked and impressed at Quinn's determination. Lennox sets up her folded-up table from earlier into a corner of the ring, leaning it against the top turnbuckle. She drags the still-recovering Quinn up to her feet and slams her back-first into the table, setting her up for further punishment. Lennox dashes to the opposite corner of the ring and then runs full-tilt into Zephyr Quinn for another Cannonball Senton... but Quinn catches her! In an incredible display of her raw power, Zephyr Quinn catches Annie Lennox and deadlifts her into a Powerbomb position! Lennox tries to break the move with some stiff punches to Quinn's busted-open head, but Lennox is sent crashing through the table she set up as Quinn nails her with a Running Sitout Powerbomb into the corner of the ring and through a table! The fans cheer as Quinn quickly pins Lennox!


ONE!


TWO!!!!!!


KICKOUT!

Terra Skye: These two competitors are putting it all on the line tonight!

Johnny Vegas: They're going to be waking up stiff and sore in the morning! Just like all of my past girlfriends and ex-wives!

Terra Skye: How many ex-wives are you up to now, Johnny? Your entire paycheck must go to alimony at this point.

Boy: PUT THE DINGLE IN THE TINGLE!

Terra Skye: That's what got him into all that trouble in the first place, Boy.

Quinn slams the mat in frustration, but then grins when she notices something outside of the ring: two tables set up side-by-side right next to each other, with almost two dozen stacked panes of glass set up in the middle of them. Quinn drags Lennox to the outside, then begins signaling to the back for... somebody. Or something? The fans are left to wonder what Quinn is doing, but only momentarily. After a few brief moments, a member of the Carnage ring crew shows up driving a forklift down to the ring!

Johnny Vegas: What the hell is she going to do with that?! That guy better be forklift certified! The union will have our ass!

The forklift stops a few feet in front of Quinn and Lennox. The forklift is carrying a large pallet with a heavy cloth on it, and the fans begin to come alive as they realize what's happening. Quinn lands some hard shots to Lennox's gut to keep her reeling, and Quinn drags Lennox onto the pallet with her. Quinn lands several hard forearm blows, sending Lennox to her knees, and then Quinn gives the forklift driver the sign to raise! The fans go wild as Annie Lennox and Zephyr Quinn are hauled several feet up into the air via forklift! Quinn grabs Lennox up and sets her up for the Angel's Penance!

Terra Skye: She can't be thinking of doing that off a forklift!

Johnny Vegas: She's not thinking about it, she's doing it right now!

Quinn goes for her finisher... but Lennox resists! Lennox locks her arms around Quinn's waist and attempts to lift her and throw her off the forklift! Quinn kicks her feet to unbalance Lennox, and both women land precariously close to the edge of the pallet! Both women regain their balance and begin clubbing each other hard in the head! Blood goes into Quinn's eyes and she's momentarily blinded!

Sensing her opportunity, Lennox grabs Quinn by the back of the neck and attempts to throw her off the pallet! At the last moment, Zephyr Quinn twists grabbing Annie Lennox by the back of the neck as well, and takes her down with her! Annie Lennox and Zephyr Quinn are sent hurtling off the pallet, falling through the open air in a mass of flailing limbs, and they're both sent crashing through the table that had the glass panes stacked on top of it! Bits of wood and glass go flying everywhere! The fans chant "HOLY SHIT" as both women appear to be completely done for!

Johnny Vegas: Somebody clip it! That's going on the highlight reel!

Terra Skye: What an incredible display of pure ultraviolence! No one will be forgetting that moment anytime soon!

Boy: THEY CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL!

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Suddenly, the lights cut out as Annie and Zephyr try to untangle themselves from the wreckage. From out of nowhere, Incubus comes out and spears Zephyr through a nearby table! Succubus comes in immediately after and dumps a canister of salt over Zephyr’s open wounds while Zephyr grunts in pain. Laying kicks into Zephyr, Succubus backs off as Incubus comes and scoops up the fallen “Conscience of Carnage” and lifts her up for a powerbomb, only to get a chop block from behind by a now recovered Annie!

As The Legion roars its approval, Annie launches herself on Succubus as Zephyr rolls clear of Incubus. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the chaos as Su shows up from out of no where, pulling Succubus away from Annie, who in turn goes to check on a staggered Zephyr.

Su: The element of surprise doesn’t suit us anyways but I warned you Zeph. I warned you and I told you you’d regret leaving. So here, this is what I leave you, your new friends in The Forsaken, and anyone else you’d like to include. Two words Zephyr, that’s all you get. YOUR MOVE.

With that Su’s laughter rings out like a rabid hyena as the tron flashes to a bleak, stone room. Lying in the center of the floor, unmoving, is the body of Mia Rayne. Su’s laughter rings out even louder as Zephyr launches herself toward The Institute members but is quickly held back by Annie, both competitors looking worse for wear, as Su continues to taunt her twin.

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Silvio Leon: I shouldn’t be fighting in this match.

The Oracle is seated on a bench in the locker room, in his ring gear, taping up his hands.

Silvio Leon: In just a few weeks I’m going to be making my first title defense as Carnage World Champ against the only person on the roster who’s ever pinned me. That’s what I should be focusing on. That’s what I should be building toward.

Finishing with his hands, he sets the tape aside and flexes his fingers, looking up at the camera.

Silvio Leon: Instead, Mitch, you decided to rope me into whatever it is that’s going on between you and King. And me saying, ‘whatever it is that’s going on between you and King’? That isn’t me being flippant about all of this. That is me stating that even as you tap me like I’m a hitman to take out this target, you aren’t letting me in on any of the details. I have no idea what the motivation is behind you doing a complete 180 on King. I am as in the dark as anybody else on the roster.

He spreads his arms, an incredulous look on his face.

Silvio Leon: Honestly, man, what the Hell? I thought you and the Lab Rat King were basically brothers. I thought you two were going to fight over that title for the rest of your careers here. I figured you’d want to come by it honest. None of this cold-clocking him in the dark and taking something he earned.

Smirking, he shakes his head.

Silvio Leon: You know, it’s funny. A certain Princess Penguin tried to steal my belt and bring it to you to make you feel better. But we sat down, talked it out, and I explained to her why that wasn’t going to work. Was I in the wrong there, dude?

Getting to his feet, he rolls his shoulders.

Silvio Leon: You post on social media how people won’t understand; don’t even try.

Hefting his title over one shoulder, Silvio looks directly into the camera.

Silvio Leon: You can’t expect people to understand what you don’t tell them, Mitch. And here’s the thing. I get the feeling it’s not that people wouldn’t understand, it’s that people wouldn’t approve. And there is a gulf of difference between those two concepts. Now, I could consult the cards, bust out the Ouija board, see what the tea leaves have to say, get all spo^oo_ooky…

He wiggles his fingers at the camera, eyes wide, voice wavering on the last word he speaks before he drops his hand again.

Silvio Leon: ...but I shouldn’t have to. I don’t have a right to know everything that’s happening in your life; you don't answer to me. What’s going on between you and King has been, up until now, your business. But by asking me to do a cameo in your saga with the Lab Rat King, you are making it mine, and you are asking me for a level of trust and faith you don’t seem willing to reciprocate.

His gaze hardens.

Silvio Leon: I shouldn’t be fighting against my tag partner and best friend on the roster. The guy that’s been there for me. The guy that checks in on me without being asked. I shouldn't be fighting in this match.  Not without a good goddamn reason. Is there one? Maybe. But I don’t know what it is.

His mouth twists.

Silvio Leon: Regardless, I’m doing this. Because I’m a representative of Carnage, and I’m not going to back down from a fight.  Because I’m a champion and that means taking on the responsibilities that come with the status.

He shakes his head ruefully.

Silvio Leon: But you know what I’m not? I’m not just a tool that you can pick up and put down to use as you will without ever showing me the blueprints of what you’re building. I’m not a gear in a clock, turning for someone else’s benefit. I am not a weapon to be taken into one battle of your war, content to lay bloodied, abandoned and oblivious in the wake of this ongoing campaign once I am no longer useful.

He glowers at the camera.

Silvio Leon: I am not a gun.

He snorts, smiling scornfully.

Silvio Leon: And this match? It’s not going to go how you think.

Expression caught between annoyance and resignation, Silvio starts off into the hallway beyond, giving the camera a wave over his shoulder as it follows his path.

Silvio Leon: I hope this is all worth it, Mitch.

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Terra Skye: Wow, that's a lot to put away, isn't it?

Johnny Vegas: No the fuck it isn't. Su is still crazy, and now Z has gotta deal with that shit or else go back to being crazy too.. Well, crazier. And the world champ signed a contract, and now he's upset at his so called friend for wanting a championship. Says a champion to the NOT champion.

Terra Skye: You wait til now to actually do your job?

Johnny Vegas: And I thought the goal of them picking each others opponents was to throw them off? Why the butt hurt?

Boy: FRISKIES!

Terra Skye: Well, regardless - Here they are, and the match is about to start!



A beat of nerve-wracking stillness follows the bell--Lab Rat King stares Silvio Leon down from across the ring, and starts a slow but deliberate walk toward him to close the gap. Grinning with alarm, Silvio gestures a timeout (ignored), appeasing outward palms (ignored), and something that looks like it might be bargaining (also ignored). Lab Rat King stands over his opponent with a steady glare, as though daring him to step forward and meet him chest to chest. Leon laughs, makes a ‘one second’ gesture with his index finger, and turns around as if to leave--

Terra Skye: What the--

--and then whips back around with a snapping, spinning heel kick!

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be damned!

Terra Skye: He caught LRK off guard!

Boy: ORANGES!

Lab Rat King staggers back, taking the hit directly to the chin--caught off-guard, the ambush move has greater effect than it might have otherwise. Knowing he doesn’t have a lot of time to work, the World Champion pushes off on his heel, bounces himself off the ropes behind him in a fast and furious springboard crossbody! Already off-balance from the kick, the Lab Rat King’s shoulders hit the mat with a thunderous BANG!

Terra Skye: Wow, I'm completely flabbergasted right now.

Johnny Vegas: Well that's not a surprise.

Terra Skye: If Silvio has any hope of winning, he's gotta stay on the attack. LRK hasn't been pinned by anyone as of yet - And I'm not even sure if the Wrold Champ could break that streak.

Leon seems to know better than to try and keep him there, though, quickly rolling away in retreat amidst the cheers of the Legion. It’s clear the World Champion has thought through how to deal with someone of King’s size. The mutant monster is quick to his feet, though, snarling furiously and charging Leon! Leon ducks out of the way, but the Ultraviolent Champion takes his own turn to reverse off the ropes, knocking Silvio brutally down, face-first into the canvas with a merciless clothesline! The crowd boos furiously!

Johnny Vegas: Oh no! That pretty face!

Terra Skye: That was a hard bump. King has one hell of a hit, doesn't he?

Johnny Vegas: Well obviously. It's probably like getting hit by a train.

Dizzy but not stunned, clutching his nose, Silvio barely skitters out of the way as King attempts to grab him by the legs. As the spectators around them roar with approval, their energy seems to spur Silvio on, his eyes taking on a focused light. As the Lab Rat King attempts to catch him again, he lashes out with both legs, landing a double kick to the side of King’s knee! The monster roars and staggers, but it’s not enough to dissuade him from grabbing on, lifting a flailing World Champion bodily from the ground and dropping him over his knee in a brutal rib-breaker!

King lunges bestially for the cover!


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T--NO!!

Winded and wincing but far from done, Leon kicks out before Two! Diving forward while he still has King on the ground, he twists around and catches the mutant’s leg in a calf-crusher submission hold!! The Lab Rat screams in rage and pain, but is miles away from tapping out, twisting himself fully onto his back to sent Silvio sprawling to the mat, unsuccessful!

Terra Skye: It was a good thought, but it's going to take a lot more than that to keep King from kicking his ass and winning this contest.

Both men get to their feet. Silvio, wild-eyed, doesn’t waste any time, rushing the much slower King with a flurry of blows! King looks more… surprised than he should be, growling and simply allowing himself to be hit, stepping back further and further toward the ropes! Out of nowhere, Leon switches up, and with borderline impossible speed throws his legs up and catches the mutant in a Miskatonic Twist!

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck was that?!

Terra Skye: That was Silvio Leon showing why he's the world Champion. King is down!

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE!

The full mass of the Lab Rat’s body strikes the mat, bouncing Silvio’s heels when he lands! For a moment, King looks stunned, sitting up with wide eyes. He shakes his head. What’s going on?

Terra Skye: Something doesn't seem right...

Leon doesn’t give him a beat to rest. He looks frantic, wild--maybe even unstable. Seeing he has no other choice, King rises to meet him, catching his arm as the World Champion aims to box his ears with intent to disorient. He snarls something--words, but unintelligible to anyone but Silvio--but instead of listening, Leon uses King’s grip on his arm to climb his torso with a flurry of kicks, backflipping off of him to free himself! The Legion goes insane!

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: Dude's just a little ridiculous.

Terra Skye: Maybe, but this has been a great match thus far.

Like a madman, Silvio rushes the mutant again--but this time, King is ready. The Ultraviolent Champion turns just in time to catch him, picking him up in a display of pure strength, holding him aloft just to show that he can before dropping them both to the mat in a thunderous sidewalk slam!

Johnny Vegas: Leon might be broken.

The Legion is cheering and jeering, screaming, booing and chanting all at once as the two Champions have it out--and it only escalates as the Lab Rat King climbs to his feet, holding Silvio in a choke with his toes off the ground. The World Champ’s hands immediately shoot up to grab King’s wrists, set teeth bared, face contorted with effort as the UV Champion looks about to chokeslam him back into the--

Terra Skye: What the hell?!

Johnny Vegas: Well I don't like that very much.

--a noise comes over the arena’s sound system. It’s a deep, rapid, repetitive noise, like a skipping subwoofer or an air current striking a heavy fan blade.

Boy: MICHAEL FASSBENDER!

The Lab Rat King’s eyes glaze over. He goes still as a statue, and then, inexplicably, passes out on the spot, crumpling to the mat. Hitting the canvas with him, Silvio gets to his knees, rubbing his throat and blinking dazedly. As he seems to come back to himself, his eyes lock onto King and widen in alarm. The Oracle scrambles over to his opponent’s side, checking his pulse and breathing before turning and frantically signaling for the bell to be rung, his cry of, ‘Get the medics!’ carrying over the troubled quiet that has fallen over the Legion.



Kelly Carmichael: This match... has been stopped...

Terra Skye: Whatever that noise was... It did something to our UV Champ.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, gave Silvio a chance but he had to be all good and shit.

Terra Skye: Oh Christ.. That's all you can think about. I hope King is okay, but while medics take care of him - Let's take a break before we get to the main event here tonight!

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Terra Skye: Once again, we do hope that Zane King is okay.

Johnny Vegas: Eh, I'm 50/50.

Terra Skye: Wow you really do want to get yourself killed, don't you?

Johnny Vegas: I was KIDDING. Fucks sake. Don't act like I wasn't.

Boy: CRISPY!

Terra Skye: Right... Whatever. We've finally arrived to tonight's main event... Let's get it underway!



The match begins with the champion and the challenger squaring off. Hawke uses his speed to circle around the ring at a much higher pace than the more deliberate Modern Day Messiah. Eventually the two lock up and Hawke takes a rear waistlock quickly. English with a standing switch that he follows up with a mat wrestling style takedown and a slap to the back of Sebastian Hawke's head. The limited crowd in attendance tonight jeers at the tactic. English backs away from Hawke and allows him to get back to his feet and holds his hands up as if he didn't do anything wrong. Hawke seems a bit flustered, but he also shows that he's aware that Cassanova is trying to get under his skin, especially when English starts pointing to his neck and gestures once more that he's going to break it. Hawke charges across the ring and catches English with a leaping forearm strike that backs the challenger all the way to the ropes. The Chaos Champion then has an irish whip attempt reversed and English goes for a clothesline attempt that is ducked. Hawke rebounds off of the ropes with a high springboard armdrag that takes English down. As soon as English is back up to his feet Hawke takes him into a side headlock and he pops his hips to toss him down to the canvas. The Legion cheers as Hawke wrenches in the headlock, but English grabs a handful of the defending champions hair to yank his head back and release pressure on the hold. The Senior Referee White Rey warns English about the hair pulling, allowing Hawke to keep the hold applied.

Terra Skye: We've seen on the Network leading up to this match that these two competitors have fundamental differences in their approaches, and we're seeing right now that it has carried over into the ring.

Johnny Vegas: Ya think?

Terra Skye: If you didn't know Sebastian Hawke and saw him outside of the Carnage Arena, you'd probably never assume that he was a fighting champion. But he's not only proven himself to be capable, he wants to show that he has what it takes to leave his mark on our Chaos branded title.

Johnny Vegas: Well I like the other guy. The Modern Day Messiah Cassanova English. And do you know why? Because this guy gets it. He's not out here trying to play the hero. He's out here to prove a point, and that's he can blow right past Captain Scrawny in there and fight for some real gold.

Terra Skye: Are you saying that the Chaos Championship isn't real gold, Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: Look, a belt's a belt. It's just some belts are worth more than others. Ain't I right, Boy?

Boy: GUCCI BOOCHIES

English fights his way back up to his feet and delivers forearm shivs to the kidney area of Hawke. Once freed, he hoists Hawke up for a back suplex but Hawke backflips out of it and lands on his feet. English turns around into yet another armdrag followed closely behind by a swift dropkick. Sent into the corner, Hawke grabs English up by his head and goes for a Tornado DDT but English shoves him off mid spin. Hawke lands on his feet however and catches the Modern Day Messiah with a feint kick that connects in the left cheekbone area. English is stunned as Hawke builds up some momentum and comes from the far side of the ring with a big cannonball splash in the corner that drives the wind right out of the challenger's lungs. Hawke is fired up and goes to run toward the far corner again, when English reaches out and grabs Hawke by the hair once more and this time rips him right off of his feet and slams the back of his head down into the mat. The sheer whiplash effect has Hawke clutching his neck a bit as he rolls around on the canvas. White Rey admonishes English telling him that he's close to being disqualified, but English doesn't seem to care as he uses the scalding as a breather and starts stomping away at the champion.

Terra Skye: But that's the point, isn't it? Hawke mentioned former champions such as Adrienne Levi and Mac Bane as ones who were able to elevate their championships with their reigns. Granted, it's a lot harder to do that with the Chaos championship considering that the champion has to defend it each Chaos, but Hawke says that he wants to make it a working mans championship.

Johnny Vegas: Before Sea Ass can do anything with any title, first he's got to be able to walk out of here tonight. Second, it's all well and good to tell the world what your intentions are with the championship while you have it. If he was a true working man he'd do what I do, keep his head down and his mouth shut and he'd focus on his work much like Cassanova is focusing on that pencil neck of his.

English starts punishing Hawke when he locks him in a crossface, but luckily for the champion he's able to get his foot on the bottom rope for the break. Casanova holds the lock on for an extended period and barely releases it before being disqualified. English pulls the Champion back to his feet and drills him in the midsection with repeated knee strikes before scooping him up and driving him down with a back suplex, dropping him right back down on his neck. Casanova moves for a cover.


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Casanova pounds him with a series of forearm strikes. He stands up and springboards off of the nearby ropes, dropping down on Hawke with a signature lionsault. Another cover attempt.


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Hawke once again kicks out at two.

Terra Skye: Ooh, we were close to having a new Chaos champion there!

Boy: WHIPPER SNAPS

Johnny Vegas: Casanova giving ol' Hawky boy a taste of his own medicine there, eh? Very few in the business can do that springboard moonsault quite like this guy.

Terra Skye: But yet, Sebastian is showing the resiliency to continue!

Casanova picks Hawke up and once again knees him in the midsection. He hooks him with a double underhook and looks like he's about to go for the Existential Existence when Sebastian starts fighting back. He spins out of Casanova's grip and hits a springboard cutter that buys him some precious time. The referee starts to count as both men are down, with each of them getting up at the count of seven. English throws a punch but Hawke blocks it, and follows up with forearm shots of his own. Finally English swings for the fences but Hawke ducks it and drills English with a 10,000 volt superkick, flush right under the chin! The Modern Day Messiah drops hard on the mat, and the crowd cheers as Hawke goes for the cover-

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Johnny Vegas: That was too close.

Terra Skye: It looks like Sebastian got all of that 10k kick, but it still wasn't enough to keep the challenger down.

Johnny Vegas: Was that all that Seabastard had left in the tank? It must suck to find out that your best shot wasn't good enough. Seriously how does this kid call himself a champion?

Terra Skye: I highly doubt that it was his best shot.

Hawke goes to pick up English when the Modern Day Messiah shoves Hawke back into the referee! The momentary distraction allows English to get in a blatant thumb to the eye. With the ref recovering English knees Hawke in the midsection and drills him in the center of the mat with a fameasser that he calls the English Lesson! The crowd is booing wildly as Hawke clutches the head and neck area, and Casanova pulls both of his legs in for a deep hook cover-


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Thr-No! Sebastian Hawke somehow gets his shoulder up before the three!

English pulls himself up to his feet and grabs Hawke by the hair, pulling him up as well. Referee White Rey grabs English by the arm to break his grip of Hawke's hair, but English shoves him back, kicks Hawke in the gut and locks Hawke's arms for the Existential Existence again. He yanks Hawke up into the air but Hawke flips forward and counters the move with a hurricanrana! English rolls through back to his feet, however, and by the time Hawke is back up to his feet Casanova leaps for the Silence of the Lamb, but Hawke with a quick mexican roll underneath avoids it! Cassanova turns and gets blasted right in the face with a Hawke's Landing knee strike! English drops to his knees right in front of Hawke who calls for the Talons of the Hawke buzzsaw kick. He lines his shot up, but Cassanova English drills the champion with a blatant low blow uppercut! The referee calls for the bell!



Johnny Vegas: What?!

Terra Skye: White Rey has seen enough, he just dqed English!

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, by disqualification, and still CW Chaos Champion, Sebastian Hawke!

But it seems The Modern Day Messiah is not done when he pushes himself up off of his knees, leaps into the air and catches Sebastian in a triangle choke in midair, snapping his head and neck forward as they fall to the ground with the submission hold applied.

Terra Skye: Oh my God! That's the Silence of the Lamb! But the match is over! He needs to stop this!



Johnny Vegas: It's bullshit that he was disqualified!

Terra Skye: It was a blatant low blow!

White Rey struggles to get English to break the hold, and with the triangle choke applied, it only takes moments before Hawke passes out. With White Rey draped all over English, he finally releases the hold. English stands up and is showered in boos from the fans. English looks down at Hawke with a snarl believing that he had sent his message loud and clear. More referees come running down to aid.

Terra Skye: This is absolutely despicable! It's a disgrace! It's absolutely uncalled for, just because he couldn't beat Hawke doesn't excuse Casanova English's behavior here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Beat him? Hah. Only a fool can look into that ring right now and think of the Modern Day Messiah as anything less than a winner.

Terra Skye: Well he didn't win tonight. He's a loser and that's what the record books are gonna say.

Casanova English steals the Chaos Championship title belt just long enough to hold it high over Sebastian Hawke, as if he had just won it.English shouts at the crowd that he is doing this all for them, and then he drops the chaos title on the ground.

Terra Skye: This makes me sick. Ladies and Gentlemen, we're all out of time though. We'll see you in two weeks at Act of Defiance!

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CHAOS 106 CREDITS:

Opening - IT WAS ME

Match 1 - Hawkhurst/van Owen Vs. Fence/Lmoa - Ken

Match 2 - Lord Raab vs. Biggie Easton - Mia

Match 3 - Strife Vs. Keen - ME AGAIN

Segment - Temporarily Yours - Jess

Match 4 - Avenger Vs. Tyler - Jay

Match 5 - Willis vs. Incubus - Mia

Segment - Dynasty versus Iconoclast - Sil/Scott

Match 6 - Heart Vs. Steel - Jay

Match 7 - Quinn Vs. Lennox - Oliver

Segment - Your Move - Mia

Segment - Triggered Discipline - Sil

Match 8 - Leon Vs. LRK - Sil/Zen

Match 9 - English Vs. Hawke - Chuck