Act of Defiance Results

Johnny Vegas: Well, well... Look who's back from being a prick and having his own show.

Terra Skye: Johnny, really?

Johnny Vegas: Listen, that asshole left because of lockdown and then magically comes back with a fucking promotion? FUCK HIM!

Boy: FROST GRAPE!

Ray Payne: Can I talks now, yo?

Johnny Vegas: Why? So you can explain away why you just fucking left us without even saying a damn thing?

Ray Payne: Ya knows, I is sorry for not saysin anything to you guys, yo. Dat wuz wrongs of me. It wuz a great opportunities, but I should not has kept ya in da darks, yo.

Terra Skye: All is forgiven Ray. It was nice to see you running the ship for a little while.

Johnny Vegas: A little while is right, HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Ray Payne: I guess I deserves dat, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Damn straight you do!

Terra Skye: Oh Jesus... We're on! Welcome, everyone... To Act of Defiance!!! We've got one hell of a night in store for each and everyone of you - Either here at Fort McHenry or at home watching on the Carnage Network!

Johnny Vegas: OH, and Rays back... Cuz why the fuck not?

Ray Payne: Hello's Carnage Legions!

The crowd in attendance loses their minds when Ray Payne stands up and waves to them.

Johnny Vegas: Oh for fucks sake...

Terra Skye: I think it's great. But anyway, like I said, we've got a huge show here tonight.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah... Long ass show once again. Five title matches. Blah Blah blah...

Ray Payne: Yo, data not very nice.

Johnny Vegas: Never claimed to be, dickhead.

Terra Skye: ANYWAY... How about we just get into this night? There's a lot to get to and the Legion wants to get it started!!!

Johnny Vegas: Oh, so the Legions opinions matter more than mine?

Terra Skye: Absolutely.

Ray Payne: Indoubitably.

Boy: SKITTLES FOR CHAMPS!

Johnny Vegas: To hell with all of you.

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A woman in a suit jacket stands in what looks like a duplex built around the middle of the century. An ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts and a massive magnum rest on the radiator behind her, but otherwise there's nothing that stands out in the room. Other than the pastel clown makeup that comprises the majority of her visage.

'You think that motherfucker's cheatin?' she begins in a thick nasally voice not dissimilar to the traditional jersey accent made famous by Fran Dresher. Her hand drops below the frame and pulls a terrified cat into the frame.

'You got a lost cat? You got a cat you need lost?' she tosses the cat back over her shoulder and it lands in a panic, skittering away.

In a traditional poorly funded commerical fashion, a phone number blinks along the bottom of the page as she continues.

'Sounds like you need the services of the Great Clown Detective!  That’s me; I'm your gal!'  she pulls out a rotary phone that is clearly not connected to anything and holds it up

‘Give me a call at 555-555-3425!  I'm the best private investigator out there but don't take my word for it, ask one of my satisfied clients!’

Camera cuts to an mother and daughter who look furious and saddened respectively.

'She shot my cat!'

Cut back to the duplex.

Jaclyn stares blankly at the camera with a smile plastered onto her face as though she is an on site reporter who just missed their cue.

'Well, okay! No what matter what the case, remember!' She pulls what looks to be a loose feline eye from her jacket pocket, 'I put the eye in private eye!'

She holds up a cat eye in front of her own eye and the scene fast cuts again to zoomed in image of the little girl crying.

Cut to freeze frame of Jaclyn giving a thumbs up with the number rapidly pulsing below her face.

Call Jaclyn Pierrot, the Great Clown Detective
555-555-3425
Cash! Visa! Spaghetti! Paypal!

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Johnny Vegas: Okay, now what in the shit was that?!

Terra Skye: You know, I'm not sure... But I have a feeling we're going to find out more in the coming shows.

Ray Payne: How nices of her ta helps peoples wif dey cats, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Jesus, you're just as stupid as you always were... Aren't you?

Terra Skye: Can't you be nice for just one fucking minute?

Johnny Vegas: No.

Kelly Carmichael: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is your opening bout of the evening...Introducing first...hailing from Cologne, Germany...He is "The Masked German Monster" Konrad Raab!!

"Monster" by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backward and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start.

Terra Skye: Konrad Raab is a monster of a man, but his promo this week showed a bit of a different side of him.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah...a sensative side...Almost like a bodybuilder doing a soap commercial.

Terra Skye: I dare you to say that to his face.

Johnny Vegas: ...It was Boy! He did it!

Boy: IRISH SPRING FOR FRANKEFURTER MAN!!!

Ray Payne: Mistah Boy says dat he is gunna--

Johnny Vegas: NO! You shut it. We went this long without knowing what in the hell that giant fuck was saying... I don't need to know now!

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...From Ontario, Canada...William Keen!

William dances his way down the ramp and jives with the music. He slides into the ring, runs to the corner and hops onto the middle turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air to cheers.

Terra Skye: Not much said from William Keen this week. I dunno if that means he's afraid or if he's just got nothing to say to Raab.

Johnny Vegas: I'll take he's just an idiot for one thousand Boy.

Boy: THE CATEGORY IS ASS!!

Ray Payne: Well dats not very nice, yo.



Keen and Raab circle each other for a moment as Keen reaches out his hand to shake Raab's. Silent Cal, the official for this match, shakes his head to not do it. "The Legion" decides to chime in with all the charm and graciousness we've come to expect...



Johnny Vegas: Five bucks says Raab pulls his head off like a pez dispenser for trying.

Boy: SUCKER BET!

Terra Skye: I wish I could say you were wrong... but--

Lord Raab looks down at William Keen and looks around the arena and holds out his hand??!!!...Keen grabs it and shakes it for a moment and then holds it up. Showing the great sportsmanship of Ra...SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE FROM THE BIG MAN!!

Johnny Vegas: I WIN!

While Johnny enjoys being right for once that's not where the punishment ends for those watching as Raab grabs Keen by the throat and lifts him up high into the air into a makeshift gorilla press slam! He picks up Keen and tosses him into the ropes...SPINEBUSTER!! He picks up Keen and goes for a bear hug for a few moment and then just slams Keen down to the mat after choking more of the air out of him!

Terra Skye: Raab is trying to end this quickly because the longer the match goes the more likely the shorter and faster keen might be able to out maneuver him.

Johnny Vegas: That idiot couldn't have a bowel movement after trying that handshake crap with Raab. Not saying Raab's a complete douchebag of a person, but come on...this is a wrestling match and that man is not known for being a play to the fans kind of guy.

Terra Skye: So, you're actually okay with un-sportsmanship from Raab?

Johnny Vegas: Look. He didn't attack him before the bell right? He didn't hit any fans right? He didn't smack the referee like he owed him money? What do you want from a guy who the world has kinda given shit to? I mean...you treat someone like a monster they're gonna act like a monster.

Ray Payne: You is not wrong, Mistah Johnny.

Boy: SMASH HANDSHAKE MAN FRANKENFURTER!!

Ray Payne: Mistah Boy!

Keen starts to beg off Raab and Raab is having none of it as he grabs Keen and lifts him up. Scoop Slam Piledriver from Raab to Keen! Keen isn't moving as Raab makes a throat cut motion and reaches down. Chokeinator!!! Raab reaches down again and picks up Keen into the Double Arm Brainbuster, aka Killbuster, and connects! Keen is almost lifeless as Raab reaches down and slaps on the Killerlock, Anaconda Vice, on Keen and Keen quickly taps out!



Kelly Carmichael: The winner of this bout as a result of a submission..."The Masked German Monster" Konrad Raab!!!!

Silent Cal has to tug and strain before finally Raab lets go off Keen. Raab stares down at Silent Cal who gestures that Raab is the winner and tries to hold up his arm, but Raab bats the smaller offical away. Raab quickly exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp. Keen is barely able to move as Silent Cal calls for the EMT's.

Terra Skye: What domination from Lord Raab tonight guys. He seems to have found a focus point with taking on Keen.

Johnny Vegas: Keen got what he deserved. Pretending to care about someone just for a match is not gonna work on someone as intelligent as Raab.

Ray Payne: Mistah Rabby needed dat win, yo.. Unfortunatalies for Mistah Keeny.

Terra Skye: You're right, Ray. This is what Lord Raab needed to get back into the hunt.

Boy: SMART FRANKENFURTER!

Johnny Vegas: SHUT YOUR FACE SASQUATCH!

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

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Terra Skye: Well, up next we're going to find out who's the next challenger for the Chaos Championship.

Johnny Vegas: Zack vs Zach. That's perfectly not confusing.

Ray Payne: Well dat is kinda confusing, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Of course it is. You've been absent for A FUCKING YEAR. A lot of shit has changed.

Ray Payne: Not you, Mistah Johnny.

Terra Skye: HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Boy: VEGAS BOMB!

Johnny Vegas: I hate this night.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the number one contendership to The Carnage Chaos Championship! Introducing first...

The lights in the arena turn off/go dark and in the total darkness, Tyler's theme plays. The lights slightly raise to a dim setting as a video plays above him on the giant screen. A spotlight shines on the entrance curtain as the ring announcer says...

Kelly Carmichael: "Making his way to the ring from the United Kingdom, he sits at the Left side of the one called The One. He weighs in at Two-Hundred and Ten (210 lbs.) pounds..."

Walking slowly through the curtain, Zack with his Left hand stretched out before him, walks towards the ring with his eyes focused ahead. His slow walk allows ample time for the commentary team to be heard by the viewing audience as well as the crowd to take in the video playing on the screen. The ring announcer finishes the introduction.

Kelly Carmichael: "This is The Dark Horse...ZACK TYLER"!!

Reaching the ringside area, his outward stretched hand is placed on the ring steps. He kneels on a step and and bows his head as if praying. Placing his hands on the top and middle rope, he leans over and steps through the ropes and into the ring. In the ring, he backs into the nearest corner and sits down Indian-style as his music, looped or restarted by this time, fades away.

Terra Skye: This guy has got some issues.

Johnny Vegas: Don't tell Avenger that...he might fight him for his comic books.

Boy: HAHAHAH!!

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...from Philadelphia, Pennyslvania...He is "The Game Changer"..."The Anti-Hero"...Zach Van Owen!!

The entire arena goes dark, the entry way quickly filling with thick mist. Green digital rain appears on the screen. A shadowy figure appears in the fog. The music picks up (roughly 00:18) as the digiutal rain forms the words ‘Ready…Fight!’ and Zach appears before the fog with a bright flash of light bright, his head bowed and arms outstretched. He looks to the ring and marches down the ramp. He hops onto the apron and ascends the corner post from the outside, throwing back the hood of his jacket and once again throwing his arms out wide. With hands on the ring ropes he cartwheels off the turnbuckle and down into the ring.

Terra Skye: It's really easy to see that Zach's issues with "The Institute" could bleed over into this fight considering Tyler's background.

Johnny Vegas: One Cult. Two Cult. To many...

Boy: LOOK IN MY EYYYYESSSS WHAT DO YOU SEEEEEE...

Ray Payne: I does not knows why dere is so many of dem cults around either, Mistah Boy.

Johnny Vegas: Cataracts... Cataracts is what you see... HAHAHAH

Boy: BOOOOO!!!

Ray Payne: Dat wuz not a good jokes, yo.

Terra Skye: With Johnny, it never is.



Ref Jeff signals the start of this slugfest between two of the more bizarre and darker superstars of Carnage Wrestling and both men start off swinging right and left hands like they're trying to button mash to build up their power bar in street fighter! The first to break the punchfest is Tyler by hitting a jumping knee strike to Van Owen's face. Taking quick advantage of the strike Tyler grabs Van Owen and hip tosses Van Owen to the mat. Tyler drags Van Owen to the ropes and puts Van Owen's right leg on the bottom rope. Tyler jumps to the second rope and delivers a double stomp on top of the ankle of Van Owen! Van Owen grabs his ankle in pain as Tyler holds up his left hand high taunting the crowd.

Terra Skye: So far he's fighting smarter, but Tyler taunting the crowd seems premature here.

Johnny Vegas: He's gotta try his recruitment at some point. He can't just spray kool-aid into the crowd.

Ray Payne: Dat would be messy, yo.

Boy: OH YEAHHH!!!

Tyler grabs the right leg of Van Owen and drags him to the center of the ring. As Tyler goes to lift the ankle up Van Owen kicks Tyler in the head with his good leg. Getting up, slightly wobbly, Van Owen rushes towards Tyler and kicks Tyler in the gut. DDT! Van Owen takes a few moment to get up, taking care to be standing on that ankle, letting Tyler get up as well. Van Owen charges with a kick. Tyler catches. Feint Roundhouse Kick spun to an Enzuigiri from Van Owen to Tyler! Van Owen gets up and double stomps on Tyler's left hand! Tyler howls in pain and rolls out of the ring. He looks at his hand and back at Van Owen, just as Van Owen leaps over the top ropes and splashes Tyler! Van Owen gets up and takes his heel and slams it into Tyler's left hand again! Van Owen tosses Tyler into the ring. Leap to the top rope. Flying elbow right to the chest of Tyler!

Terra Skye: Van Owen seems to focusing on that left hand of Tyler the same way that Tyler is focusing on Van Owen's right ankle.

Johnny Vegas: Van Owen is a kick style wrestler to taking out one leg is smart, but this hand attack is to try and piss off Tyler. He's baiting him! I love it!

Boy: HAND AND FOOT!

Ray Payne: Is dis becuz da one is in da left hands, yo?

Johnny Vegas: Oh my God... If you were gonna be out here for the show.. Maybe you could have like... CAUGHT UP a LITTLE?!

Van Owen gets up and grabs Tyler by the injured hand and twists it around into a hammerlock. Van Owen twists the wrist of the hand in the hammerlock as Tyler let's out a painful howl and headbutts Van Owen in the nose. He grabs Van Owen and hip tosses him to the mat. Elbow drop from Tyler to Van Owen's chest! Shaking off the pain on his hand Tyler grabs the right ankle of Van Owen and locks in an ankle lock! Tyler screams out to Van Owen as Van Owen slams his hands on the mat in pain. Due to ring placement Tyler has Van Owen in the center of the ring. Van Owen pushes himself up and drags himself to the ropes. Ref Jeff tells Tyler to let go, which he does after a five count. Tyler gets in the face of Ref Jeff as Van Owen pulls himself up by the ropes. Ref Jeff tells him Tyler to back the hell off as Tyler turns around and gets hit with the Ehrgeiz! Double Palm Strike to the chesst sends Tyler down to the mat as Van Owen leaps up to the second rope and comes down with a Asai Moonsault onto the chest of Tyler!!

Ray Payne: Ouchies, yo.

Terra Skye: This match is going back and forth between who damages what part of the body the most!

Johnny Vegas: Maybe they'll both switch focus to their jaws?

Boy: PUDDING!!

Van Owen kips up, and even on the bad ankle he's pretty steady, as he reaches down and grabs the left hand of Tyler. He drags Tyler up and cracks the whip with the arm into the turnbuckle post. Tyler hits back first and goes forward as Van Owen rushes forward and hits a "Combo Breaker" with his right foot! Tyler goes down hard as Van Owen climbs the turnbuckle post..."Ultima Weapon"!!!! Cover...


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DING! DING! DING!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner by pinfall...and the NEWWWW Number One Contender for The Carnage Chaos Title...Zach Van Owen!

After the bell rings...Van Owen grabs Tyler's left hand and slaps it into a crossface! He holds onto it as Ref Jeff calls for Van Owen to let go, but he won't. He holds on longer and longer until security comes out to break it up. Van Owen finally lets go as Tyler holds onto his left hand in massive pain.

Terra Skye: Zach Van Owen has lost it! The match is over!

Ray Payne: Well dat wuz not what I expected, yo. Dat wuz not a very nice ding ta does.

Johnny Vegas: Zach's making a statement here and I, for one, like it!

Boy: GAME OVER!!

Terra Skye: A statement, sure.. But at what cost? Either way, congratulations to Zach - We'll find out later on tonight! But for now, let's go into a break, and we'll be back soon with our next match!

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Terra Skye: And, we're back with the next match of the evening. But first, let me say - Isn't the view just gorgeous here in Fort McHenry?

Ray Payne: An when ya steps outta da walls, bein able ta sees da harbor in a different light is nices too, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Kill me now.

Terra Skye: You might get your wish, John... Ken Davison is up next and he's going up against Annie Lennox!

Johnny Vegas: Oh COME ON. Really?

Ray Payne: I does not gets it, why does ya hates Mistah Davies so much. He is not as not nice as he used ta be.

Johnny Vegas: Don't care. He's a prick and so is his little BITCH girlfriend.

Terra Skye: One of these days...

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

The intro to "Amen" by Halestorm fills the arena and the hype video for Ken Davison plays on the tron. Ken Davison steps out from the back as the first verse finishes. Instead of his robes, he now wears black tights with graphics that have an ombre effect that turn the graphics from Ken's signature yellow to Kyra's signature orange. He holds his arms out for a brief moment while the second verse plays. Ken lowers his arms and begins walking to the ring as the chorus kicks in, focused on the task at hand.

"My life, my love
My sex, my drug, my lust
My god it ain't no sin
Can I get an
Can I get an Amen?

My grace, my church
My pain, my tears, my hurt
My god, I'll say it again

Can I get an
Can I get an Amen?
Can I get an
Can I get an Amen?
Can I get an
Can I get an Amen?"

Kelly Carmichael: "Now on his way to the ring, currently residing in Baltimore, Maryland... he weighs in tonight at 219 lbs... KEN DAVISON!!!!"

Davison walks around the ringside area to a mixed reaction, the crowd having not fully accepting of his change of heart. He pauses at each corner, holding his arms out at each stop. After completing a full lap around the ring, Davison walks up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before stepping into the ring.

Terra Skye: Ken Davison has had a change of outlook over the past month or so and so far I like it.

Johnny Vegas: Ughhh...you women always swoon when a bad boy changes just long enough to get with you. Mark my words...he'll be back to his old ways soon.

Terra Skye: You are such a romantic Johnny...

Johnny Vegas: You can take your romance and I'll take reality sweetheart...

Ray Payne: I dinks dat Mistah Davies has whut it takes ta not go backs to who he was, yo. I dink he has a good reasons, yo.

Boy: KISSY KISSY!!

Johnny Vegas: Ew.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...from Birmingham, England...She is "Miss Mayhem"...Annie Lennox!!

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.

Terra Skye: Now here is a lady who has a reputation for being extremely violent...

Johnny Vegas: So it's foreplay for Ken then?

Boy: ZING!

Terra Skye: Wow.



The two wrestlers square off as Silent Cal finishes signaling for the bell...and the two ultraviolent icons start off with lefts and rights. No usual cocky attitude from Davison as he focuses his strikes and finally gets an upper hand by ducking one of Lennox's shots and hitting a neckbreaker by sliding behind her! Davison gets up and quickly mounts Lennox and starts battering her with lefts and rights to try to keep her down. Davison gets up. Rush to the ropes. Kneedrop to the face of Lennox. Davison gets back up and quickly grabs the left ankle of Lennox and puts it on the ropes. He goes to the second rope and jumps off hitting a double foot stomp on her left ankle! Lennox howls as Ken grabs her right ankle and slams her right knee into the mat! Davison slaps on a bow and arrow making sure to grab the left ankle and wrench as he does it. Lennox howls in pain as she tires to drag herself to the ropes. Davison keeps the hold on and is taunting Lennox as she reaches out and grasps the ropes. Davison let's go without getting a five count, but does kick Lennox in the right knee.

Terra Skye: Davison is not letting Lennox mount any offense and is focusing on her ankle and knee's...possibly to set her up for that submission finisher of his, The Twisted Fate.

Johnny Vegas: It's the smartest move he can do given that Annie has a history of injuries from her ultraviolent matches. Take advantage of her pain boy!

Ray Payne: Well now at sounds like ya kinda likes Mistah Davies. What did Miss Lenny does ta you?

Johnny Vegas: I do NOT have to like that prick Davison to appreciate what he's doing. As for Lennox? She exists, I don't fucking know.

Boy: SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!

Davison picks up Lennox, who is wobbly a lot, and tosses her into the ropes. He looks to be going for a Jumping Rolling Sole Kick to the Head, but Lennox ducks it. She full stops. Turn around by Davison. Lennox kicks him in the gut. SNAP DDT! Lennox gets up and hits a diving elbow to chest of Davison. She gets up and heads to the corner going for a diving headbutt. She gets up and tosses Davison into the ropes and moves forward, but her left leg buckles. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! Both hit the mat. Lennox starts crawling to the corner to try and pull herself up, but Davison is having none of it and grabs Lennox's left ankle and slaps it in an ankle lock as he drags her back to the center of the ring. Lennox howls out in pain as Davison wrenches the ankle. This goes on for what seems like an eternity as Lennox reaches, drags, and claws her way to the ropes and grabs them. Davison let's go again, but this time stands on Lennox's ankle as he walks off for a moment.

Terra Skye: Keeping focus on the ankle and knee's of Annie Lennox is paying off for Ken Davison tonight.

Johnny Vegas: See, you talk like he's changed. He's not changed. He's just acting nice for Kyra. When he has to he's gonna rip people's heads off and that is who he is!

Boy: WHOOO ARE YOU...WHO WHO WHO WHOOOOO...

Ray Payne: Mistah Boy, you takes dat back!

Davison picks up Lennox, who is having major issues standing at the moment, and hits a Snap Mare Driver on Lennox! Davison grabs the left ankle of Lennox and drops an elbow on the ankle! He catches Lennox and drags her to the center of the ring. Davison hits "The Face Turn" on Lennox and Davison gets up calling for his submission finisher known as "Twisted Faith"!!!

Ray Payne: Mistah Davies is goin for it, yo!

Terra Skye: That move has made many a Carnage Superstar tap out!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but if Annie can't break out of it she's going to be pissed later...and that could mean property damage!

Boy: PREMIUMS ARE GOING UP UP UP!!

Davison locks on the submission hold and Lennox tries to pull herself...Tries to hold on...Tries to go further, but the pain...The pain is intense. The pain is gut wrenching as Davison continues to wrench that left ankle in the hold. Lennox is barely to the ropes. She can't pull any further and...She passes out! She's not moving. Silent Cal tries to see if she's totally out...


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner as a result of a knock out submission..."Godly" Ken Davison!!

Davison let's go of the hold and Silent Cal calls for EMT's to check on Annie Lennox, Lennox wakes up after a few minutes and, with Silent Cal's help walks back to the back as Davison continues to celebrate.

Terra Skye: An impressive win by Ken Davison, but Annie can normally hold her own better. I'm thinking something bad happened when Ken stomped her ankle.

Johnny Vegas: She's got injuries like Trent Steel has scars on his ugly damn face...who knows! Point is she lost, and she's gonna probably come back with a vengeance on Ken for this!

Terra Skye: Possibly. But I do hope Lennox won't be out of action for long - And as for Ken? He won, and he did it the right way. I don't see anything wrong with that.

Ray Payne: Dis is wresslin, yo.

Boy: PAYBACK!!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah.. Whatever. Let's just head into break so I can forget about this and move on with my night.

Terra Skye: Kyra vs Trent is next.

Johnny Vegas: SON OF A --

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Johnny Vegas: --BITCH!

Terra Skye: Oh, John.. Get over it. Please.

Ray Payne: I dink its gonna be messy, but I's looking forward to dis match. Miss Kyrah an Mistah Trenty is two of da most violent peoples in Carnage, yo.

Terra Skye: You're absolutely right, Ray. Trent's been on a bit of a losing streak lately, but I think the things going on in his personal life have taken their toll..and now he gets to face someone tonight that he's been making comments about for months and I don't know what he's going to do.

Johnny Vegas: Nothing good, I can assure you.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is under Ultraviolent Rules!!...Introducing first from Pittsburgh, Pennsilvania...He is "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

"Bleed the Freak" by Alice in Chains starts to play as the lights flicker and go down. Out of the entranceway comes Trent Steel as smoke comes out of the entranceway. Trent walks slowly down to the ring and removes his shades and trench coat. He gets into the ring and just sits in the corner. A morose look on his face like a man whose given up.

Terra Skye: Guys, he's not scowling or smiling. This is weird.

Johnny Vegas: He's come for another ass beating is what's going on. The man's running a billion dollar corporation, trying to find his family, and oh yeah...has to wrestle Kyra. Yeah. I'd look tired too.

Boy: SLEEPY SAD MAN!!!

Ray Payne: Poor Mistah Trenty. I hopes he finds his families, yo.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...From Baltimore, Maryland...She is "The Jawdropper" Kyra Johnson!

"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. She's got a big smile on her face as she motions out to the cheering crowd and then to the ring where her opponent stands, waiting. Easily noticed is the full bottle of Jack Daniels she's holding in her right hand as she begins down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans with her free hand along the way.

I can be the bitch,
I can play the whore,
Or your fairytale princess who could ask for more
A touch of wicked,
A pinch of risque,
Good girl gone bad, my poison is your remedy

As the lyrics continue, Johnson slides into the ring under the bottom rope and rises to her feet - making a beeline for Trent Steel; talking to him the entire time. Kyra shakes her head as Ref Jeff has to step in between her and Trent, pushing her backwards as she raises her arms in the air and allows him to move her into the opposite corner. She turns around, drops the bottle of whiskey to the mat and jumps up to the second turnbuckle, raising her arms to the cheering crowd as her music begins to fade out. She turns looking at Trent who has not moved from the corner at all. He slowly pulls himself up as both of them come to the center of the ring.

Terra Skye: And Kyra looks ready for this here tonight. This match has 'The Legion' all up in arms ready for a fight between two of their favorites.

Johnny Vegas: If Trent's last few matches are any indication...he's screwed.

Ray Payne: Yeah, but Miss Kyra said she wunted ta helps him, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Kyra don't wanna help no one but herself, oh and the owner of the bed she's sleeping in that week. Get out of here with that shit.

Boy: KJ GONNA HURT SAD MAN!!

DING! DING!

The tension builds like a knife as KJ suddenly runs forward and goes to deck Steel in the face with a punch, but Steel dodges it. KJ keeps swinging rights and lefts and Steel keeps dodging until KJ finally hits him in the face with a leaping knee. She grabs Steel and tosses him into the ropes. KJ looks to be going for a back body drop, but Steel stops as she bends over. Steel lands on his back and reaches up slapping the hell out of KJ's face sending her backwards. Steel kips up as KJ turns and looks at Steel who flips her off. KJ smirks as she circles around Steel. They lock up and Steel shoves her off into the ropes. Bounce back. Running superkick to the face of Steel! He hits the ropes and grabs a hold of them. KJ charges forward and Steel ducks, pulling down the top rope, and KJ goes flying out to the ringside floor. Steel turns, leaps up, and bounces off the top rope into a high flying body splash right on top of KJ!

Terra Skye: The focus that Trent Steel has in this match is unnerving.

Johnny Vegas: Focus nothing. He's here to hurt KJ! I guess all those years of calling him a woman beater finally got to him...

Ray Payne: Dats not very nice! Miss Kyrah neva said data about Mistah Trenty.

Boy: BAD JOHNNY!

On the outside of the ring Steel quickly gets up and grabs KJ by the arm. Whip to the stairs, which KJ hits, back first. Trent walks over malicious intent in his eyes as he grabs the top steps and yanks them off. He holds the steps over his head about to come down on KJ when she reaches up and punches him in the gut. DDT! KJ grabs the steps and slams them into the back of Steel's head. She slides into the ring to break the count and then comes back out grabbing Steel and tossing him into the rings. She heads over to the ring attendant and grabs her bottle of whiskey and gets back into the ring. She takes a swig of the whiskey, straight cause she's a boss, and then waits for Steel to get back up and SLAMS IT INTO HIS FACE! The bottle shatters and Trent's face gets riddled with the glass. As he turns to face the camera from the shot we see blood already trickling from his face as he screams out.

Terra Skye: And a whiskey bottle to the face! That full bottle had water weight along with it for the force of the shot.

Johnny Vegas: All that wasted booze...

Boy: Party Foul!

KJ heads out of the ring and reaches underneath it and pulls out a table. She slides it into the ring as Steel starts to get up and pulls the glass out of his face. He see's the table and quickly slides out the other side of the ring and goes under the ring. He grabs a ladder from under the ring and carries it to the other side of the outside of the ring. KJ see's him coming but Steel tosses the ladder like a lawndart and hits her square in the mush! Steel grabs KJ and tosses her back into the ring and then slides the ladder in. Steel goes up top and drops and elbow from the second rope square into the chest of KJ! He picks up the ladder and waits for KJ to get up. With the ladder over his head Steel does an Airplane spin taking out KJ with a double shot from the ladder and then finishing it by piledriving the ladder into KJ's forehead! Trent goes to the outside of the ring and gets his trench coat. We see him pull out a little smaller bottle of whiskey compared to KJ's, but still a pretty big one, as Trent pops the lid and starts chugging it. He finishes the whole damn bottle in one chug and slams the empty bottle right into the face of KJ!

Ray Payne: Oh mah gawds, yo.

Terra Skye: Apparently Trent Steel agreed with you there Johnny.

Johnny Vegas: That's how you do it! Good job...wait I just complimented Trent...damn it!

Boy: PARTY...Ummm...PARTY UNFOUL??

Steel lets out a blood curdling roar as he reaches up and tears off his shirt and tosses the remains to the crowd showing the first real show of emotion this entire match. He slides to the outside of the ring and drags the table with him. He sets it up, and then pulls a second table out and places it on top of the other table before KJ starts to get up, busted open from the ladder shot along with the whiskey bottle shot. She gets out of the ring and grabs Boy's ring bell!

Boy: RABBLEGARG!!

Ray Payne: Oh noes, yo.. Dis is not gonna be goods.

DING!

Trent gets knocked back to smoking in the boy's room back in high school. He grabs his forehead, which has definitely been busted open more by the bell. KJ looks at the slight tower of tables and decides to set up the second one on top of the first. She gets onto the ring apron and does a running dive with the ringbell hitting Steel in the skull again!

DING!

Terra Skye: Trent's taking a lot of head shots over the years, but that ring bell looks like it's doing a number on him!

Ray Payne: Miss Kyrah is really goin for it, yo... Holy cows.

Johnny Vegas: Only causes minor dain bramage for this guy...

Boy: BOY WANT BELL BACK!

KJ gets up and Ref Jeff is yelling at her about returning the bell, but KJ ignores him as she waits for Steel to get up. We see Steel reach under the ring for a moment as KJ spies him getting up. She swings with the bell...FIRE EXTINGUISHER SPRAY TO THE FACE! Trent slams the extinguisher into KJ's gut and then her back for good measure before grabbing the bell...

Terra Skye: Uh Oh!

Johnny Vegas: Don't do it...

Boy: GRRRRR...

Ray Payne: Mistah Trenty! Oh mah gawsh!

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

Boy: MOTHERS GRAVE IS NOT FOR SALE!

Ray Payne: Wait! Mistah Boy!

As Trent continues to swing the ringbell down on KJ we keep hearing him scream out with every shot on her back with the bell. As he lifts it over his head to hit her in the face, Boy grabs the ring bell. Steel turns. The two stare down for a moment as Steel nods and kicks the hell out KJ's ribs! Boy goes back to his seat as Steel continues to beat the hell out of KJ with kicks to chest and ribs. Both Ultraviolent Icons are bleeding and are starting to show signs of fatigue as Steel heads over to his trenchcoat again. He pulls out a grill lighter and medium sized bottle of clear liquid. Trent places the items in the closest corner to the double tables and then grabs KJ. He throws her into the ring between the third and second ropes and goes inside. Second rope elbow drop to the chest! Trent opens the bottle and takes a swing before slamming into onto the top of the second table. The smell of high proof alcohol fills the arena as Trent lights the grill lighter and sends a fireball into the top of the second table setting it ablaze. He grabs KJ and starts to climb the turnbuckle as the tables light up...Steel sets up KJ in a fireman's carry...He's going for "The Pittsburgh Nightmare"...

Terra Skye: Flaming double tables! This is not going to end well for KJ!

Johnny Vegas: This isn't gonna end well for anyone! That move's gonna send Trent into the fire too!

Boy: SMORES!

KJ elbows Trent in the back of the head and slides down to the ring apron. She reaches up and hits a Crucifix Head Scissor taking Steel down to the mat. She grabs Steel and hits another DDT on him as she grabs the ladder and sets it up. She drags Trent up the ladder and sets her foot up..."BLACKOUT" FROM THE LADDER THROUGH THE TWO FLAMING TABLES!!

Ray Payne: I can nots looks, yo!

Terra Skye: KJ just curb stomped Trent Steel on the way down through two flaming tables!

Johnny Vegas: That idiot! She could have just tossed him, but she burned herself in the process...

Boy: SMORES?

Ring attendants quickly put out the fire with extinguishers as we see Trent roll out of the mess, having taken the shots directly on his chest. His skin looks really red from the burns as he gets up howling in pain. KJ's leg looks like its burned too from the curbstomp. Trent pulls himself into the ring as KJ takes her time doing the same. Both look at each other. Steel is shaking in pain as he gets up to one knee and falls back down. KJ tries to stand up but uses the ropes to keep her balance. Steel, with tears coming out of his eyes, gets up to both feet and makes a come on motion. KJ shakes her head as she leans back into the corner. Steel, using the ropes, walks forward...still out of breath but damn determined. KJ finally makes a move forward. Steel goes to swing at her and misses as...KJ hugs Steel???

Terra Skye: Uh...I didn't see that one coming.

Johnny Vegas: She's taken one to many shots to the head folks...Steel's gonna go off about that!

Ray Payne: Awww. Yo.

Boy: CAREBEAR STARE!

Steel shoves her off and swings again. KJ gives him another hug. Steel shoves her off and yells at her to "Fucking Hit Me!!", and she yells back "NO!"...Steel swings again and this time his legs give out as he lands flat on his stomach on the mat with a thud. He slams his fists into the mat over and over and over and over again as KJ puts her hand on his shoulder.

Terra Skye: Are we witnessing a mental breakdown of Trent Steel live on the air?

Johnny Vegas: I mean...Look, I don't like the guy personally but...Jesus Christ how much can someone take?

Boy: BOY WANT HUG TOO!

Steel finally gets up and glares at KJ. KJ shakes her head as she holds out her hand to Steel. Steel accepts it and she pulls him up. The two stand for a moment...and then KJ chest slaps Steel in the burnt area of his chest. Steel smiles and returns fire with a punch to the face. The two start wailing on each other as "The Legion" get up an cheer!

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Terra Skye: "The Legion", usually blood thirsty, are cheering this turn of events?! This is unreal Johnny...

Johnny Vegas: Hey...Even bloodthirsty maniacs have hearts...they usually eat them with a side of bbq sauce but...

Boy: BABYBACK RIBS!!

Ray Payne: Ew, Mistah Boy. Dat is gross.

The two titans of terrorizing trauma keep exchanging punches until finally KJ gets the upper hand with a kick to the gut of Trent Steel...Float Over DDT! KJ gets up and knocks over the ladder. She flattens it out as she grabs Steel and sets him up for "Jaw Dropper" onto the Ladder! She hits it! She gets up and quickly heads up top rope...STEEL MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!! Both wrestlers are down as KJ takes the brunt of that shot onto the ladder back first. Steel gets up and starts to climb the top rope. He looks down at KJ. He mouths something to the cameras "For Jennifer"...He leaps into the air...Four Fifty Splash...THE BLACKWINGED ANGEL ONTO KJ ON THE LADDER!!! COVER...


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Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...Trent "The Son of a Bitch" Steel!

KJ gets up after a few moments and hobbles over to Steel who collapses on the ladder...Steel nods his head to her and shuts his eyes for a moment. Ref Jeff calls for EMT's as he see's the burns on KJ's leg from the firey curbstomp. She waves him off as Ken Davison rushes out from backstage to help KJ under the ropes. She mouths to him that "she's fine" and he looks at her and picks her up anyway. She laughs a bit as Ken takes her backstage to get that burnt leg looked at. Trent starts to move...

Terra Skye: And Steel wins with his "Black Winged Angel"...

Johnny Vegas: It's gotta be bittersweet after what happened earlier in the ring.

Ray Payne: I dink dey both comed to a understanding, yo. I is glad mistah Trenty winned. I dink he needed dat very much, yo.

Boy: BOY IS A MANLY BOY...NOT GONNA CRY...WAHHH!

Johnny Vegas: Oh shut the fuck up. Christ.

Ray Payne: Waits a minute, yo... What is going on?

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Trent is getting to his feet after the match has reached its conclusion, still wobbly after the fierce battle. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a large man in a hoodie and face mask comes into the ring and BOOTS TRENT RIGHT IN THE FACE!

Terra Skye: Who the hell is that?!

Johnny Vegas: If it's the IRS they are certainly more angrier this year than usual...

Boy: AUDIT SMAUDIT!

The man pulls down the hoodie and face mask to reveal...'The Answer', JC.

Terra Skye: JC ATTACKING TRENT STEEL??!! But...They're best friends!

Johnny Vegas: Well with friends like that...well you know the saying...Who let that ugly bastard in here? I thought he quit!

Ray Payne: Wow.. Mistah Jay-Cee is a bit of a dicks, yo.

Boy: ANGRY COOL MAN HIT SAD MAN!!!

JC hops out of the ring and grabs a microphone away from Kelly Carmichael, not giving her the chance to protest. He walks past the announce desk, paying no attention to the shocked commentary team. He steps up onto the apron and makes his way inside.

JC: I'd say it feels good to be back at a Carnage show, but I am not a liar.

The Legion begins to boo JC furiously.

JC:Oh shut up, Legion, this doesn't concern you. I didn’t come here to rejoin the cult of Carnage.

More boos from the crowd by JC ignores them. Instead he points to the back.

JC: And if anyone back there is thinking of coming out, it doesn't concern you either, so don't jeopardize your career over him.

He then turns back around, drops to a knee and lifts the semi-conscious head of Trent off the mat.

JC: So what's the plan here, "buddy"? You just going to keep throwing your legacy away? Push your body past its breaking point? Lose to moody assholes that we would have destroyed back in the day?

Trent starts to say something so JC simply headbutts him right in the nose, which immediately begins to spurt blood.

JC: Your legacy is my legacy, Trent. We are ROGUES. How do you think it makes me look if people knew I used to team with the guy that can't even beat the Great Value version of himself?

He grins, like a crazed Cheshire cat that is playing with its prey.

JC: And sure, maybe I'm more than a little mad that you decided to stay with this company after it decided there was "nothing for me." Maybe, just maybe, I'm mad that when I asked you to walk out and be a team with me again, you stuck around. Or maybe it's just because you actually expected me to crawl back here and wallow around in the mud with you and the other pigs on this roster.

He smirks as he gets to his feet, then drives the toe of his boot into Trent's ribcage.

JC: But no, it's mostly that you're pissing your legacy away, Trent. Not a goddamn person in this company, in this business, takes you seriously anymore. They won't say it, but who better to hear the truth from than your best friend?

By this time, Trent has pushed himself up to his hands and his knees. Between the match with Kyra and the big boot out of nowhere from JC, he's having trouble regaining his bearings. JC doesn't help when he runs in and punts him in the ribs again, to more boos.

JC: And I am an honest man. Some people don't want to hear my truth, but it's the only truth. I want you to know that Trent. I also want you to know this. I am on my meds. I am perfectly sane. I'm just sick of watching you throw your career away. So take my advice. Get out before I put you out.

Another kick with reckless abandon finds its home on Trent's hip, knocking him back over. JC rolls under the bottom rope as a couple of the referees come down to make him leave. As he plays along and listens to them, Trent is in the ring and has grabbed the microphone JC discarded.

Trent Steel: Look at you...running away again....like a little BITCH.

JC actually begins to laugh, before he shoves the referees aside and rolls back into the ring. He lifts Trent up onto his shoulders with a surprising quickness before spinning him around, down onto his back with the Solitiare Unraveling. He then grabs the microphone again as the referees run to the back to get security.

JC: If you're so willing to throw your legacy away, to throw your career away. Then I'm going to help you. Because Trent...

He reaches down and grabs Trent's head, so that he can look him directly in my eyes.

JC: You are my best friend, and I love you. So let me help you.

JC then grabs each arm of Trent Steel and places the heel of his boot on the back of his head, before VICIOUSLY stomping Trent's head into the mat, causing more blood to spurt onto the canvas. Security begin to pour out from the back and JC, who is not a member of the Carnage roster, laughs as he jumps through the ropes and then the guardrail, moving through the empty parts of the Fort as he makes his exit.

Terra Skye: Someone get the EMT's out here! Now!

Johnny Vegas: Talk about a backstab! Trent Steel might have just had his last match in Carnage Wrestling after that beatdown!

Boy: ANGRY COOL MAN NOW BAD MAN??!!

Terra Skye: What a horrible thing to do to your best friend. I can't even comprehend what I just saw, After everything Trent's going through - He gets a much-needed win, he gets some reassurance, and now this? To hell with JC. How dare he.

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Johnny Vegas: I don't know, I say good for him.

Ray Payne: Goods for Mistah Jay-Cee?

Terra Skye: You can't be serious. Could you imagine if someone... did that to you after...

Johnny Vegas: ...

Terra Skye: ...Sorry, Johnny. But come on. Trent's dealing with some horrible shit, and his best friend's solution is to put him down further? It's ridiculous and it's damn sad that JC has such a low opinion of his friend that he felt humiliating him in public was the right course of action.

Boy: Seventy graves. All for Dylans notes.

Ray Payne: I agrees, Mistah Boy. I also agrees wif you, Miss Terra.

Johnny Vegas: Ugh.. Whatever. Now you've depressed me. Let's just see what's going on next. What is going on next?

Terra Skye: Sebastian Hawke is taking on Casanova English once again, for the Chaos title, in an 'I quit' match.

Johnny Vegas: Oh, this is gonna go well.

The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.



Kelly Carmichael: This next match is an 'I Quit' match for the CHAOS championship!!! First to the ring...

The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.



Kelly Carmichael: The Challenger.... CASANOVA ENGLISH!!!!

The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. He scowls at the crowd before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans before slowly strutting up the steps onto the ring apron. He hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle before stepping through the second rope. English smirks pulling the cigarette from his lips, he blows a cloud of smoke straight up into the air and tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember.

Ref Jeff barely has a chance to ask about any foreign objects, even though there were no DQ’s, before "The Near Future VII. Time to Fly" by I Fight Dragons takes over the sound system.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent... he is the Chaos Champion... SEBASTIAN HAWKE!!!

Sebastian Hawke, Carnage’s Chaos Champion makes his way out to the stage and raises his belt high as his pyro goes off to announce his presence. Casanova remains unimpressed as Sebastian never loses eye contact with his challenger.

Terra Skye: Wow, I think this is the most serious I’ve ever seen Sebastian Hawke!

Johnny Vegas: All I’ve ever seen out of this kid is awful jokes and becoming a smear in Mitch Heart’s win column.

Boy: Working works!

Ray Payne: Me thinks dat Mistah Hawky takes bein da Chaos Champ very seriously, yo. An I does dink dat Mistah Cassy has gotten ta him too, yo. Makin da young man realizes some things, yo.



Champion and challenger meet in the middle of the ring as Jeff calls for the bell and the Chaos Championship “I Quit” match is underway! Sebastian starts by going for a straight punch but Casanova catches it easily and drops down, driving Seb’s arm into his knees! The Legion boos as Seb staggers away, grabbing at his arm. Cas is quick on the attack, quickly targeting Sebastian’s arms and legs. Trying to create distance, Sebastian goes for a boot, but Cas once again catches his leg and drops down for a dragon screw! Sebastian yelps in pain and Casanova laughs as he locks in “It Came from Canada!”

Terra Skye: Wow! Casanova came prepared for this match!

Johnny Vegas: Why wouldn’t he? He lost his first opportunity under the most dubious of circumstances!

Terra Skye: He hit someone deliberately below the belt and then put Sebastian to sleep after the match was over. How do you not see this?

Boy: Ignorance is blind!

Ray Payne: Mistah Johnny might needs some glasses, yo.

Jeff asks if Seb would like to quit but Sebastian refuses, digging deep and crawling to the ropes to break the hold! Jeff yells at Sebastian that there is no rope break, so Sebastian yells out, pushing himself outside of the ring and forcing Casanova to let go! Sebastian rolls to his feet, quickly shaking his legs out. Seeing an opportunity, Cas slides quietly out behind Sebastian and drops the champion with a quick chop block!

Terra Skye: Sebastian was smart there, trying to get a little distance between himself and Casanova - But Casanova isn't letting up that easily!

Or at least that was his intention, but Sebastian hears him coming and leaps at the right moment, driving his feet into the back of Casanova English! Hopping off English’s back, Sebastian picks his moment, setting Cas up for the Talons of the Hawk kick! Casanova sits up and Sebastian lifts hits the move, Cas falling over to the side!

Johnny Vegas: Well I'll be damned.

Ray Payne: Mistah Hawky gotted all of dat kicks, yo.

Boy: FRESH AIR!

Johnny Vegas: If the little shit has any hope of winning though, he'd better keep that shit up.

Sebastian looks to follow up quickly but as he turns he is greeted by a massive clothesline from a monster of a man! With ease, the mystery man picks Sebastian up and throws him into the ring, following him and locking in a full nelson, whipping Sebastian around like a ragdoll! Cas quickly recovers and follows into the ring with a kendo stick, yelling at the mystery man to keep Sebastian still and laying shots with the weapon into Seb’s exposed ribs!

Terra Skye: What the hell?!

Johnny Vegas: The rules are there are no rules! HAH!

Ray Payne: Is not very nice ta has someone else in da match too, ya know?

Johnny Veags: Yeah, yeah... No one missed your little nuggets of stupidity. Shush.

To his credit the champion refuses to quit and stomps on the giant holding him’s foot! The giant releases him and Seb turns to fire off a 10K Volt Superkick, connecting right under the big guy’s chin! Turning back to Cas, Sebastian is greeted by a hard shot from the kendo stick right to his head, before Cas locks in Silence of the Lamb, using the kendo stick for extra leverage! It doesn’t take long for Sebastian to fade and Ref Jeff forced to call for the bell!



As Cas is given his new Chaos Title, his mystery partner lays in a few more boots to Sebastian, joined shortly by the newly crowned champion!

Terra Skye: Now come on... This is ridiculous!

Suddenly, Axton Gunn followed closely by Dominick Strife slide into the ring, chasing Casanova and his bodyguard out of the ring! Ax goes to check on Seb as Dom makes sure the two are leaving. Making it up to his feet, Seb looks from Ax to Dom and goes to say something, but stops as Dom turns without a word and heads to the back by himself.

Terra Skye: Well, at least Sebastians friends came out to help... but it looks like nothing has been resolved. And now, we have a new Chaos Champ, albeit... I don't know. He might have 'won', but he did so in a terrible way.

Johnny Vegas: Ain't that the point of this match? Come on.

Terra Skye: I get it, but how can Casanova be proud of winning when he didn't really earn it.

Ray Payne: Well, it all boils down ta he got what he wanteds, yo... But Mistah Hawky should be prouds of what he did cuz he done things da right way and Dere are great dings in da future for him, I senses it.

Johnny Vegas: That little shit.

Terra Skye: Either way, I guess that's where we leave this... And head into a short break as we prepare for the upcoming Baltimore City Championship Match.

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Terra Skye: Which begs the question, who's going to walk out of tonight with the vacated belt? Two hometown boys, who's gonna end up as Baltimore's champion?

Johnny Vegas: Not the Avenger.. For christs sake. Please.

Ray Payne: Well dats not very nice, yo. Mistah Avengy is a nice guy, yo. So is Mistah Dommy, yo.. I dink.

Terra Skye: I don't know. Dominick Strife is something else. that's really all I can say about him because I honestly don't know what side of the fence he's on from show to show.

Boy: HAVE THE LAST DONUT!

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for The Baltimore City Championship! Introducing first...hailing from White Marsh, Maryland...Dominick Strife!!

“Shoot to Thrill” by AC/DC starts to play as Dominick Strife comes out of the entranceway wearing a Ray Lewis jersey! Most of the hometown "Legion" cheer this as Dom takes off the shirt and tosses it into the crowd. His gear tonight in Ravens colors gets the fans up on their feet as he rushes down to ringside, slides into the ring, and fist pumps the air getting the crowd psyched up!

Terra Skye: The hometown boy is making sure to get over what title this match is for. This isn't for the world. This isn't for the ultraviolence...THIS IS FOR BALTIMORE!

Johnny Vegas: Ray Lewis! Oh come on...

Terra Skye: Be careful dissing The Ravens Johnny...

Johnny Vegas: Psh...I was gonna say why isn't he wearing an Ed Reed jersey!

Boy: CAW CAWWWWWW

Ray Payne: What? No loves for Mistah Oggy?

Johnny Vegas: Who?!

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...Hailing from Universe 616...Baltimore, Maryland...He is "The Savior of The Multiverse"...The Avenger!!

The lights go out as Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out For A Hero" begins to play, with spotlights searching the rafters for the hero.



Finally every light converges onto the ramp, and the color turns to green with the symbol of the Avenger appearing on the video wall.



Right as Bonnie says, "I need a hero!", The Avenger races out on a stylish green and black motorcycle, with his logo plastered on the front. He circles the ring with it, passing by the announce tables and fans, before parking it back on the ramp and hopping off. He then leaps up on to the apron and darts up the turnbuckle, holding out a big thumbs up for the audience before jumping back into the ring to prepare for his match.

Terra Skye: Wow! A new theme song and some new wheels for The Avenger. Looks like Dom's not the only one trying to impress this crowd pre-match.

Johnny Vegas: They let this idiot drive...(opens up another bottle of whiskey)...what kind of a world do we live in...

Boy: HICCUP!



White Rey calls for the bell as both young and hungry talents start to circle each other. Avenger holds out his hand to Strife. "The Legion", who earlier booed Keen trying to do it with Raab, give a more mixed reaction as Dom smiles and shakes Avenger's hand. Tonight is about the title and this city they both love. They lock up and Dom is the first to get a leg up in the match by putting Avenger into a headlock and tossing him into the ropes. Avenger hits the rebound and charges forward as Dom goes for a hip toss, Avenger blocks it and tries his own, blocked by Dom followed by a knee to the face of Avenger! Avenger wobbles back to the ropes as Dom charges forward as Avenger clocks Dom with a european uppercut sending Dom backwards from the ropes. Avenger charges foward and takes down Dom with a clothesline. Avenger quickly capitalizes by picking up Dom and hitting a Standing Shiranui! Dom is down on the mat as Avenger climbs up to the top rope and superhero poses for a moment as Dom gets up...Springboard Hurricanrana from the top turnbuckle to Dom! Avenger gets up and grabs Dom and pulls him to the center of the ring. Standing Moonsault to Dom as Avenger goes for a quick cover...


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Terra Skye: Avenger is pulling out all the stops in the early goings here.

Johnny Vegas: Well he's the real underdog going into this so might as well. I mean I don't think he's going to win and neither should you.

Terra Skye: Avenger earned the right to be in this match, and he'd make a great Baltimore City Champion!

Johnny Vegas: Look at cape boy, now look at Dom, now look at cape boy, now look back at Dom...now look at my middle finger pointed in your general direction. You're welcome.

Boy: ONE FINGER SALUTE!!

Avenger gets up and is undeterred as he tosses Dom into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, Dom ducks and puts on the breaks, Avenger turns, Knife Edge Chop from Dom!



Johnny Vegas: (Shakes his fist) Damn kids always doing that...Where's my spritz bottle?

Avenger doesn't take to kindly to that and returns fire with his own chop. This war of woos continues as Dom and Avenger trade chops back and forth until Dom is able to strike three in a row on Avenger and hit him with a kick to the gut. Avenger catches Dom's foot and goes "Ah Hah!", and Dom hits Avenger with an Enzugiri! Dom follows it up with a Flair Knee Drop to the face of Avenger. Dom waits for Avenger to sit up and quickly runs in with a Snapemare! After he hits the Snapmare Dom runs to the ropes and baseball slides into Avenger's face on the rebound! Avenger ends up rolling to the outside, and Dom runs to the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes and the suicide dives over the ropes to crash onto a prone Avenger on the outside!

Terra Skye: These two are not giving their opponents an inch!

Johnny Vegas: I didn't know Hedwig was here?

Boy: (Blinks)...REALLY?!!

Dom grabs Avenger and tosses him into the ring under the ropes as White Rey gets his count up to four for being on the outside. Dom climbs the top rope, looking to go for that top rope double stomp finisher of his, but Avenger moves out of the way at the last second and Dom lands on his feet first! Avenger rushes to the ropes and hits a bulldog to send Dom down to the mat! Avenger superhero poses for a moment and reaches down with one hand on Dom's neck...He's going to try and chokeslam Dom! With them being the same size it's a little awkward and Dom kicks forward, hitting Avenger in the gut to block it...DDT from Dom to Avenger! Both men lay on the mat for a moment...

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Terra Skye: This back and forth shows that both men are really going all out for the title. This is such a proud day for these local fans. Not a single person is sitting down.

Johnny Vegas: All this happy thoughts crap is weird for this place...Where's the "If Avenger wins we riot" signs like there should be?

Boy: QUIET RIOT!!

Dom starts hitting Avenger over and over and over again with lefts and rights as Avenger takes the punishment and gets up to one knee. Avenger suddenly lets out a punch to Dom's midsection and uppercuts him! The Avenger gets up and starts smacking his chest and then he points to Dom and yells out "YOU!"..."The Legion" start to cheer as The Avenger grabs Dom and tosses him into the ropes...SUPERHERO KICK!! Dom goes down. Avenger doesn't go for the cover! Avenger heads up top...SUPERHERO LANDING!!

Johnny Vegas: PIN HIM YOU IDIOT!!

Avenger gets up and picks up Dom. Dom is groggy after both shots and wobbles a bit while standing. Avenger runs behind Dom and starts at back of opponent, grabs the arm and the head, then floats around to drop the opponent on the back of their head with a reverse DDT!! INFINITE CRISIS!! Cover!!


One!!


Two!!


Three!!!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...and NEWWWW Baltimore City Champion...The Avenger!!!

Avenger falls down out of breath as White Rey checks on him. Dom rolls out of the ring in frustration, slapping the apron, as Avenger gets told he's won the match from White Rey. Avenger looks like he's in tears as Dom grabs the Baltimore City Championship from the ring attendant and gets back in the ring. Avenger looks at Dom as he comes into the ring. Dom reaches down and helps Avenger up. He hands the belt over to Avenger and raises his hand as the fans cheer!

Terra Skye: A show of respect from Dominick Strife to The Avenger. Now that shows his character over anything else...

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, of being a dumb ass...HIT HIM WITH THE BELT...DRAW SOME BLOOD! All this sweet ending crap is gonna give me constipation.

Boy: SUPERHERO CHAMPION MAN!

Dom gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp as Avenger puts the belt around his waist and gets close to a camera at ringside!

The Avenger: I just wanna say one thing...YO SAM ACTION!!! I DID IT!!!!

Johnny Vegas: Ugh...I'm gonna be sick...

Ray Payne: I dink it's sweets, yo.

Johnny Vegas: You would.

Terra Skye: Well, this is a huge win for the Avenger. Possibly the biggest of his career... But on the flipside - Another devastating loss in a title match for Dominick Strife. That young man has nothing to be ashamed of, and I know he's gonna make it over that hump very soon. On that note though, let's head into a short break before the tag team championship match!

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Johnny Vegas: Come on! Bring on the Devil people and the rocking lobsters!

Terra Skye: Rocking... Lobsters? Devil... People?

Johnny Vegas: Oh come on, don't act like you haven't thought it at least once.

Terra Skye; Nope.

Ray Payne: Nopes, yo.

Johnny Vegas: No one aked you! Also, before I forget... Is it just me or are these 'breaks' getting shorter and shorter?

Terra Skye: Just you.

Boy: FATMAN LOST IN TIME

Johnny Vegas: ...

Kelly Carmichael: This next match is a Tag Team Championship contest, scheduled for one fall...

The lights dim. The screen turns black, lit with an atom-in-ouroboros in glowing crimson.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, the Challengers--representing The Institute hailing from the City of Dis, Pierreia, at a combined weight of 330 pounds--the tag team of Incubus and Succubus… Pandaemonium!!

"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. They 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.

Kelly Carmichael: Approaching the ring next--your Tag Team Champions, from Houston, Texas, and Los Angeles, California!

The opening riffs of Panic! At The Disco’s Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time start to play, in homage to the classic rock namesake of the tag team.

Kelly Carmichael: At a combined weight of 347 pounds--The relentless rockstars, Jon Willis and Axton Gunn--Rock Lobster!!

Lasers in white and gold pan up from each side of the entrance, beaming through a billow of grey smoke. The Carnagetron lights up with splashes of black and white paint as Rock Lobster’s logo crackles out of static. Axton Gunn and Jon Willis emerge from the smoke; the left side of Axton’s face is streaked with gold glitter, mirroring the right side of Jon’s face in his trademark half-skull. With their tag championship belts around their waists, the pair rush energetically to the ring-- Willis quickly runs across the ring, jumps onto the top turnbuckle, backflips, and high-fives Axton as he lands, who winks and blows a kiss to the crowd as the two stand back to back, pumping their fists in unison to rev up the noise.

Ray Payne: I loves dis yo!

All four competitors take to their corners--Axton squeezes Jon’s shoulder with a grin and a nod, taking the first round. Across the ring, Succubus curls her fingers, her gloves creaking under the roar of the Legion as she prepares to deal some damage--eager for some payback after the last confrontation with Rock Lobster.



Succubus isn’t about wasting time tonight, rushing Axton the moment the bell rings! The Rockstar almost seems to expect it, though--he drops to the mat like a sack of bricks, rolling forward to get behind her. Succubus growls, turning to swipe at him as he gets up, but Axton neatly backflips in place and retreats to the ropes. She gives chase again, but Axton bounces off the ropes and launches himself forward, diving under Succubus’s attempted clothesline into a roll that puts him out of range again. His opening gambit appears to be his signature Paparazzi Dodge! He’s trying to burn his opponent’s energy!

Terra Skye: Not a bad strategy out of the gate for the tag champ, wearing Succubus down.

Johnny Vegas: He better hope she doesn't catch him off guard though or else all this shit is for nothing.

Axton kips up on the other side of the ring, hopping on his heels, ready to run again. Unfortunately he doesn’t notice Incubus behind him, who has dropped down to ringside. This time when Axton pushes his heel down to skid out of the way, Incubus grabs his ankle, causing him to crash into the canvas on his stomach with an audible THUMP!

Johnny Vegas: See?

Ray Payne: Dat does not counts, yo!

Johnny Vegas: Sure the fuck it does. Caught his ass off guard, didn't it?

The crowd jeers as Axton rolls over, wincing; he’s not fast enough to avoid Succubus catching up with him this time. She grabs him by the ankle and drags him flailing toward the center of the ring on his back, stomping on his gut with a heavy boot!

Johnny Vegas: See, again?

Terra Skye: Well, the challengers are certainly... playing to their strengths.

Johnny Vegas: Well fucking DUH.

Boy: LOWER YOUR MAGNET!

With the Rockstar gasping and still prone, she drags him briefly to his feet, keeping his head down, and heaves him into an inverted piledriver! While he’s stunned, she goes for a pin!


ONE--NO!!

Axton sends a clear message with a quick kickout, rolling out of the way--there’s no way he’s about to make this easy, even if he’s going to be playful about it. He returns Succubus’s courtesy by climbing swiftly to his feet, meeting her rush with his own and a surprise running knee strike!

Ray Payne: Mistah Axxy has gotta gets back on tops, yo.

Terra Skye: I do believe that's what he's trying to do. Doing it against these two is going to be the challenge though.

With Succubus winded and temporarily out of the way, Jon waves Axton over, eager to give him a break after landing on his head. Axton makes the tag, swapping places with his partner, stumbling a bit in his dizziness as he plants his boots on the other side of the ropes.

Willis doesn’t waste the opportunity, making a hell of a match debut by closing the distance to Succubus and launching his lean frame up into a snapping headscissors takedown!

Terra Skye: And here come Willis to even the odds!

Johnny Vegas: They hope.

Ray Payne: Well dats a good starts, yo.

Succubus rolls to the apron, down but not out. She tries to climb the turnbuckles to gain some leverage, but Willis sets about peppering her with short, swift blows, making it nearly impossible to get a foothold! Seeing his tag partner in trouble, Incubus skirts the edge of the ring, reaching to trip Willis--

Terra Skye: Oh no, not ag--

--only for Axton to meet him there, protecting his tag partner with a suicide dive off the apron!

Ray Payne: Dey wuz ready for dat dis time!

Both men tumble to the arena floor. Unfortunately for Gunn, Incubus gains the upper hand by rolling over, and starts laying into the musician with blows to his head and shoulders! Gunn has no choice but to try and block with both arms, struggling to get out from underneath his opponent with scrabbling heels.

Succubus, in the interim, has managed to seat herself up on the turnbuckle. She catches one of Jon’s blows, pulling him in close with a sharp tug, grabbing both of his wrists! She catches Willis around the neck with both legs, reversing his advantage and throwing him back down to the mat with a reeling Hurricanrana!

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

Johnny Vegas: Didn't know that bitch could move like that!

Ray Payne: Mistah Johnny... Comes on, yo.

Johnny Vegas: What?! I was complimenting her!

Incubus rolls a now stunned Axton Gunn back up onto the mat, joining Succubus. He tags in, and then the pair pull synchronized standing moonsaults on the downed Champions!

As Succubus retreats, Incubus goes for the pin on Willis!


ONE!


T--NO!! Axton shoves Incubus off of his partner.

Incubus snarls, furious, climbing to his feet as Axton slides out of the way and Jon stands, shaking it off. The legal men are now the same competitors who were staring each other down at the previous Chaos, and the tension is palpable.

Terra Skye: We know how this went at the last show... It doesn't look like it's gonna go much diferently now.

Ray Payne: Wells dere is certainly no love losts betweens Mistah Bussy and Mistah Willy, yo.

Johnny Vegas: These fucking names you come up with... Fucks sake.

They’re frozen only a moment before time catches up and they’re on the move. Incubus goes to knock Willis back with a heavy chop, but Jon sidesteps, making use of his agility to make quick strikes to Incubus’s ribs. Incubus seems to remember this scenario, though, and rather than letting Jon keep his distance, he grabs the shorter wrestler’s fist, jerking him inward for a sharp knee to the gut! Willis is only briefly winded, but it’s enough for Incubus to knock him down, throwing him over and pulling his ankle back for an STF…

Terra Skye: Oh shit!

… which Jon responds to by ducking his head and rolling forward in a somersault, planting his foot into Incubus’s abdomen and throwing him over his own body!

Terra Skye: What a move from Jonathan Willis!

Incubus gets up with an expression between shock and rage. Jon is already on him again in a burst of speed, grappling his shoulders, using his momentum to swing behind the taller man and vault off the ropes in a springboard tornado DDT!

With Incubus downed, Jon throws his weight across him for the pin!


ONE!


TWO!

NO!!!!

Incubus throws Willis off of him with renewed vigor and vitriol, once again ready for his speed. As both men climb to their feet, Incubus aims low instead of high, kicking Jon’s feet out from underneath him. He catches the smaller wrestler and hoists him up with a roar, tossing him down mercilessly in a Death Valley Driver!

Johnny Vegas: Damn, that had to hurt Lobster boy.

Ray Payne: An you talks about my names, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Mine are clever.. Yours are stupid as fu--

Terra Skye: Shut up! Look!

His back arching in pain, Jon rolls toward the ropes, reaching out for Axton’s hand! Just as he’s about to tag in, Succubus grabs Axton’s calf, yanking him back and causing him to slip fully from the apron! She shoves him into the ringpost, and the Legion jeers with disapproval as he crumples to his knees!

Terra Skye: Willis almost got the tag, but no! He's still the legal man and now Axton is out for the time being!

Incubus takes the chance to deal some more damage. Hoisting Willis up, he wraps an arm around his neck. Sharing a malicious grin with Succubus, he runs Willis toward the ropes, jumping into his signature Springboard Bulldog!

Jon gasps, his eyes searching for Axton, desperately needing a moment to breathe.

Ray Payne: Mistah Willy needs ta get out of dis match, is not lookin goods for him right now.

Boy: ALL ABOARD THE GRAVY TRAIN!

Ray Payne: I agrees Mistah Boy, Miss Bussy and Mistah Bussy is doesing dirty deeds, yo.

Incubus smirks, stepping past Jon’s struggling form to tag Succubus in--but her hand is suddenly out of range as her feet are knocked out from underneath her! Her temple glances off the apron!! She rolls to the floor, stunned, as the culprit Gunn kips up just in time to flip Incubus off!

Terra Skye: Payback is a bitch!

Incubus sneers, trying to stomp on Axton’s fingers--but the slippery musician vaults the apron and power-slides past him, tapping Jon’s hand for the tag! The Legion cheers! Incubus whirls to deal with the now-legal man, delivering a vicious chop to his chest! His ribs already in bad shape from the ringpost, Axton coughs, doubling forward--and then pitches his weight forward as well, pulling himself up alongside Incubus. In a rapid flurry of motions almost confusing to watch, he kicks out Incubus’s leg with a loud THUMP that signals his signature pin, Drop the Bass!!


ONE!


TW--KICKOUT!!

Incubus’s body rolls and hits the mat, landing on his back, panting and sore, but free from Gunn’s convoluted pin! For a moment it seems like a lost cause--but Axton’s grinning. Why?!

Terra Skye: WHAT?!

Because Jon is already up on the turnbuckles!! The pin was a decoy!

Johnny Vegas: What the shit?!

Axton vaults past his partner, tagging him on the way out and landing beside Succubus with a crash!

Jon Willis comes down on Incubus with The End of Days!! He knocks the wind out of him completely! He throws himself over and hooks the leg!


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!




Kelly Carmichael: Your winners.. and Still Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions... TEAM ROCK LOBSTER!!!

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As the cheers for the Tag Team Champions resonate through the arena, the revelry is suddenly split by the sound of Pink Floyd’s ‘Money’ blasting over the sound system. The noise of the crowd quickly dissolves into emphatic jeering as Christopher $t. James makes his way down toward the ring, a swagger in his step and a smirk on his face. He’s spinning a set of keys on one finger, the stage lights flashing off the gold keychain attached to them.

Following to his right is one Dominick Strife.

C$J gestures for silence, holding a mic up to his mouth with his other hand.

C$J: Incubus, Succubus… if you would?

On cue, the Institute’s tag pair lunge for Jon Willis in unison. Exhausted from the fight, Jon is caught off-guard as Succubus takes out his legs and drops him to his knees, and Incubus firmly wraps his arms behind his back, holding him down. Axton shouts in surprise and is about to retaliate when C$J tsks loudly into the mic, returning his attention. Axton glares at him, and then glares daggers at Dominick beside him, mouthing ‘what the fuck, dude?’ in sight of the Legion’s eyes.

C$J: That’s better. I only want to talk, Mr. Rockstar--and I can’t have your cute little boyfriend getting in the way. This isn’t about him. Heh--well, really, it’s not even about you. It’s about the man beside me getting what he deserves--and proving he deserves it. You know what’s really grating on my nerves, Gunn?

He gestures to Dominick with the hand holding the keys, the metallic jingle audible in the arena.

C$J: You’re inside his head. It’s distracting. Strife here could be Carnage’s next legend--in fact, he’s well on his way there! But there’s always something on his mind, and you know what I realized? It’s you. You and your annoying little friend, Hawke. You’re messing with my boy’s focus--making him feel guilty when you’re the ones who have been holding him back. The Entourage is a goddamn joke, and we all know it. Your little playhouse hasn’t been cohesive since you decided to split off and go play tag teams with that has-been on his knees over there. You left Strife in the dust. And who was there to help him out? That’s right.

He jingles the keys in his hand.

C$J: Me. Because I know how to make an investment, Gunn. Unlike you, throwing your money around like you don’t know what it’s worth. Dragging people into your personal business like you’re the center of the world. Nobody cares, Gunn. Least of all, Strife here, who has better things to work on outside of nursing your stupid feelings.

The Legion erupts in a chorus of boos. C$J gestures for Dominick to come forward, holding the ropes to bring him into the ring. Dominick stares Axton down, and for a moment the Rockstar looks… smaller. Uncertain. He looks back to Jon, who is giving him a desperate look, shoulders jerking against his restraints. He looks away, back to his stablemate--

--and Succubus knocks him down from behind. Worn to the bone from his match, Axton’s knees hit the canvas, and he grunts as Succubus twists his arm up behind his back, holding him in place.

C$J: Now then-- Dominick…

C$J is interrupted as Sebastian Hawke comes tearing in from the entrance, frantic! He makes a beeline toward the ropes to put himself between Axton and Dominick, but C$J holds up a hand in a ‘stop’ gesture just before he makes it to the ring, looking straight at him.

C$J: Watch it, little brat. Take one step inside that ring, and you won’t be allowed to challenge for a title in this company ever again.

Axton shakes his head vigorously at Sebastian--don’t do it. Stay back. Sebastian looks more than a little torn, shifting on his feet uneasily and looking to Dominick.

Dominick isn’t looking at Sebastian, however. He’s staring Axton down, his fists clenched at his sides.

C$J: Back to business… you remember what I said, Dom? About how you should have finished the job?

Grinning, C$J tosses the keys up and down, playing with them. Dominick looks at him sidelong, his expression cold and unreadable.

C$J: I told you you should’ve blackened his other eye… see how pretty the pretty boy is with a raccoon mask. If you’d kicked a little harder, you could’ve cracked his neck and put an end to his obnoxious career. Then nothing would be left to distract you from taking all the gold you deserve. Anything he can offer you? I can double it. Triple it. You need another truck? Done. You should get what you deserve. And all you gotta do… is finish the job.

The crowd jeers, rising into a panic as Dominick steps forward. Axton shakes his head, his eyes wide, chest swelling with frantic breath. He tries to pull against Succubus’s grip but she won’t let him go. He’s begging, his voice inaudible without a mic, but lip-reading tells the story. Please don’t do this. Dom listen to me. I’m sorry. We’re here for you. We’re here for you…!

Dominick takes half a step back, preparing to deliver his signature Superkick.

C$J grins…


… and then immediately loses his smug expression as Dominick whips around, delivering the heel of his boot to C$J’s jaw!!

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!!!

The arena erupts into chaos! In the shock of the moment, The Institute’s tag team loosen their grips just enough for Jon and Axton to fight free, regaining their footing! Sebastian Hawke slides into the ring, rushing to the side of Rock Lobster as they drive Incubus and Succubus out of the ropes! The Legion cheers and screams!

Dominick picks up the mic that C$J dropped, standing over the man who reverses on his palms and heels, on his back on the ramp. He looks shocked and furious, but also acutely aware of the danger he’s in. Dominick lifts the mic to his lips.

Dominick: You’re done, St. James.

Behind him, Axton and Sebastian flank their stablemate, sharing a hi-five.

Dominick: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and a lot of fixing. And you know what? I’ve decided I don’t wanna be the guy you see in me. I wanna be a Champion--and that means recognizing who my real friends are. It means recognizing what the belt represents. And it sure as hell doesn’t represent tearing down the people in your life who stick around no matter how hard it gets.

He looks back toward Axton and Sebastian, cracking a grin for the first time.

Dominick: See, we had a little chat a few days back… and we figured out who the real problem was. The one who booked Axton against his stablemates in the first place. The one who keeps jingling trinkets in front of my face, expecting me to follow along like a good dog. It’s you, St. James. You’re the problem. And The Entourage? We’re too busy bringing the party, bringing the thrills--we don’t have time to mess around with a bastard like you.

He kicks the keys back to C$J’s side.

Dominick: So why don’t you take that truck and shove it up your little pompous ass sideways? You literal piece of trash. I've got a fucking truck already anyway, and a girl that loves me, I don't need fame or fortune, and I certainly don't need anything from you.

The Legion roars, cheering and screaming! C$J climbs to his feet, shaking with rage.

Dominick: Get lost. We don’t need to see you and I damned sure know that I can speak for the entire Legion that we definitely don't need to hear anymore out of you, Christopher. So consider this our vote of no confidence in your leadership. Listen as the people from Baltimore and from around the world run your sorry ass out of our home.

Seething, but left with no choice, C$J retreats from the arena, followed by the jeers of the Legion!

Dominick turns around, and is immediately tackled in a hug by Sebastian Hawke. Laughing, Axton throws his arms around his stablemates, and the trio share a moment in the ring.

Over the speakers, We Built This City by Starship starts to play. Axton, Sebastian and Dominick stand back, bringing their hands together in a triple fistbump. The Entourage is reunited at last.

As the wrestlers exit the ring, Jon Willis joins them; Dominick offers him a handshake, which he accepts. Axton grins ear to ear, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he throws an arm around Hawke’s shoulders and follows them out.

Terra Skye: What a swerve! But what's going to happen now?!

Johnny Vegas: *Puke*

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After the commercial break, the scene fades in to just outside the locker room of Team Rock Lobster, Axton Gunn and Jonathan Willis. The two men are walking back towards their locker room holding hands, smiling, their first successful title defense now in the history books. They are bruised, beat down, and banged up, but they've still got the championships, and they still have each other, and for a brief moment all is right in the world.

It won't last. It never does.

Jon enters Team Rock Lobster's locker room first, casually flicking on the lights, and what he sees causes him to stand still, Axton gently bumping into him from behind. Before Axton can speak a word, Jon drops his championship belt, falls to his knees, and begins crying.

Jonathan Willis: No... Please no. I can't... I can't...

Axton's eyes go wide as he sees his boyfriend and tag team partner collapse into a sobbing mess, and his eyes go wider still as he sees the large message scrawled across the wall of their locker room in paint the color of blood. The message is simple.



The scene fades.

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Match Eight:

Lab Rat King (c) Vs. Mitch Heart

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Johnny Vegas: Oh my God, wht now?!

Terra Skye: I don't know, but things just went from great to bad in the span of a few moments and there's no telling what that could mean for Team Rock Lobster, or the Entourage for that matter.

Ray Payne: I was glads ta sees dem back togetha, but now I is worried.

Johnny Vegas: Thanks fo the update, dipshit.

Kelly Carmichael: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Carnage Wrestling ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! First to the ring, our special guest referee... ZEPHYR QUINN!!!!

“Send Me An Angel” by Zeromancer rings out as Zephyr Quinn makes her way out. A sleeveless referee’s shirt replaces her hoodie as she makes her way down to the ring.

Johnny Vegas: Ok, but why does the ref get an entrance?

Before Terra has a chance to speak, Johnny throws a finger up in front of her face.

Johnny Vegas: FURTHERMORE are we paying for the rights to use these songs? I dou…

He stops as Boy slowly moves Johnny’s finger away from Terra’s face, instead, pointing it back at Johnny and turning him to face the ring again. As Zephyr climbs into the ring, her music fades and “Can’t Trust Anyone” by Oh No Not Stereo replaces it.

Kelly Carmichael: Next to the ring, the Challenger.... MITCH HEART!!!!!

Mitch’s body seems full of tension as he makes his way to the ring, taping up his fists en route. His eyes are mostly focused forward, though occasionally they’ll dart about as if looking for someone who might try to jump him. Entering the ring quickly, he shifts from one foot to another, fists up and muscles taut as an overwound spring.

Johnny Vegas: So lemme get this straight… In order to get a title shot around here anymore, all a person has to do is steal the champion’s belt?

Terra Skye: There’s more to this story than just that. Mitch stealing the belt was just the spark that ignites the powder keg that is this rivalry. There’s SO much more underneath it all.

Boy: Violence!

Terra Skye: Well, yes. But also…

Johnny Vegas: Doesn’t matter what’s there! All that matters is the here and now. Right now? I’m glad at the very least there’s a ref that isn’t going to break if they get breathed on too hard.

Ray Payne: Well dats not nice... Oh waits, yo... Yeah, dats still not nices.

Johnny Vegas: Oh my God...

Zephyr twitches at Johnny’s words but doesn’t have a chance to respond as the muscles in her body tighten. Across the ring from her, Mitch waits, eyes intently on the entrance ramp they wait for the arrival of the champion. They don’t have long to wait as the screens display a flickering, static-struck screen with the crowned rat logo, bone-white over a black and red spattered background as the first riffs of "Hail to the King" begin playing; when the first heavy thrums of rhythm guitar in the music strike, the logo shudders and glitches, electricity running through it from left to right like a broken heartbeat.

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent... The Ultraviolent Champion.... The LAB RAT KING!!!!

Below the screens the entrance is flooded with rolling fog cast in blood-red light and white strobe lights that match the beat of the song and of the electric shock waves on the screen. Like an animated gargoyle, The Lab Rat King makes his way out on stage, accompanied closely by Grace King. Together they make their way down to the ring, Grace preventing the UV champion from launching himself at any fans with nothing but a touch, constantly bringing his attention back onto the ring. Back onto a waiting Mitch Heart.

Terra Skye: I can still see the bite marks on the belt from here.

Johnny Vegas: Don’t tell anyone I said this, but I feel like if he’s going to disrespect the title by chewing on it, he should be stripped of being a champion and any future contendership matches until he’s able to learn some respect for the strap!

Terra Skye: You should go tell him that!

Ray Payne: Agreeds, yo. I dink ya needs ta says dat to Mistah Mitchy an Mistah Labby, yo.

Boy: Vegas pancakes!

Zephyr doesn’t bother calling both competitors to the middle of the ring and instead calls for the bell right away!

DING DING!!

Quickly, she gets out of the way as King charges at Mitch, catching the challenger by surprise, backing him up into a corner and ramming his shoulder deep into Mitch’s gut! Howling in surprise, LRK backs up off of Mitch, his shoulder starting to bleed as Mitch whips off his tank top to reveal his torso wrapped in barbed wire!

Terra Skye: Brilliant!

Johnny Vegas: Cheater!

Boy: The butler!

Ray Payne: Dis is a You-Vee matches, yo... Dere is no rules, derfore dere is no cheatin.

Johnny Vegas: SHUT UP YOU!

King is quick to recover as Mitch unwinds himself, wrapping his arm up as fast as he can. It doesn’t take long for King to be back on top of Mitch, the champion’s unbridled fury boiling over! Mitch does his best to get a couple shots in with his wire wrapped arm, going so far as raking it over any inch of King’s body he can get to! It does little to slow The Lab Rat King down though as the champion picks his challenger up high over head, and drops him head first into the turnbuckle post! The Legion groans as Mitch flops over and lies motionless; Lab Rat King going in for the kill.

Ray Payne: Ouchies.

Terra Skye: That was a brutal shot from LRK, using that ring post as a pike to stick Mitch’s head on! Something like that would stop any kind of normal match!

Johnny Vegas: This isn’t a “normal” match though. It’s the forever esteemed “ultraviolent” match and… What the hell is the ref doing now?!

Boy: Red card!

Zephyr quickly stands between King and Mitch before swooping down to check on the fallen challenger. Not taking any of it though King grabs Zephyr by the feet and picks her high up in the air, before bringing her down on top of Mitch like she was a club! The sickening thud of the contact made The Legion collectively wince; but King isn’t done there! Picking Zephyr up once again, the champion easily launches her over the top rope, landing unceremoniously on a glass table! The table doesn’t break, much to Zephyr’s relief, but as she tries to get off the table before the spiderwebbing turned into a full fracture, Mitch Heart’s body is thrown on top of her and the two of them crash through the glass!

Ray Payne: Holy shizz yo!

Boy: Special delivery!

Terra Skye: What kind of strength does someone have to have to pick up another person, wield them like a weapon, throw them, and then pick up a heavier person and toss them on top of the first person?!

Johnny Vegas: I think you blew a circuit with that one. But damn, haven’t seen anything like that. You know, I could actually become a fan of our champion here! More air time for the Ultraviolent champion!

Mitch is the first to get up and out of the wreckage, but doesn’t get further than making it to his feet before LRK’s massive hands have him by the neck, pulling him up onto the ring apron and then over the top rope with a suplex like it was nothing! Mitch lands hard and King goes for the pin…


Only to realize that Zephyr had yet to crawl back into the ring. Grace runs over to the wreckage of the glass table to find Zephyr struggling to get to her feet. Grabbing her by the arm, Grace motions to Zephyr that she has to go make the cover for King. Grumbling, Zephyr just waits briefly, savoring the feeling of her bloodlust coming on, before rolling into the ring and making the count!


ONE!

Mitch easily kicks out and King is instantly on his feet and in Zephyr’s face for not being quick enough to make the count! Zephyr doesn’t back down and stands her ground, yelling back at King, only to be interrupted by Mitch grabbing King by the neck from behind with some of his barbed wire, and pulling as hard as he can!

Terra Skye: That could kill a man.

Johnny Vegas: That’s no man! That’s MY champion, THE Lab Rat King!

Boy: Bandwagon went that way!

Zephyr asks King if he’d like to quit, King barely able to utter his refusal before Mitch increases the pressure, howling as he pulls as hard as he can! King finally flips over Mitch’s back, landing on his back as Mitch nearly collapses but manages to stay on his feet. Making sure that his fist was thoroughly wrapped in barbed wire still, Mitch waits for King to sit up before going back on the attack with a running barbed wire clothesline! He’s not done there as he quickly gets back to his feet and delivers a punch with the same arm, straight to LRK’s heart! Zephyr slides in as Mitch makes the cover!


ONE!

NO!

LRK kicks out with authority as Zephyr motions for the match to continue.

Johnny Vegas: Cheaters going to cheat and Mitch is proving it right here with a barbed wire wrapped fist! Don’t see King using barbed wire…

Terra Skye: Nope. Just other people.

Boy: The reliable choice!

Ray Payne: Yes, Mistah Boy... Mistah Labby did use a special weapons, yo.

Mitch realizes a second too late that LRK still has the barbed wire wrapped around his neck, and the monster is the first to react to it, gripping it in both hands and yanking Mitch closer to him! Mitch fights back though, the barbed wire tightening around his arm and waist, but he refuses to give in! Finally, Mitch makes it to the ropes and expects Zephyr to break the hold, only for her to shake her head, stating that there were no breaks in UV matches! Mitch curses but a sly smile comes across his face, splitting his own crimson mask as he lets go of the ropes and launches himself in King’s direction! Mitch ducks a clothesline attempt by the champion and goes up on top of LRK’s shoulders, wrapping more of the barbed wire around the champion’s neck and then pulling as tight as he can, peppering the side of LRK’s head with several stiff shots!

Johnny Vegas: Man, now all three are bleeding…

Ray Payne: It isn't a You-Vee matches if someone is not blooding everywheres, yo.

Terra Skye: They don’t call them “ultraviolent” for nothing. I think that whomever wins this match is in for a nice vacation.

Boy: Free to a good home!

King falters and falls to a knee, Zephyr there instantly to ask if he’d like to quit. She gets a grumble as a response and before she can do anything else, King jumps to his feet and propels himself and Mitch backwards! The two crash into the ring ropes and the momentum carries them both over and into a tower of chairs set up by the ring crew for this match! Zephyr runs over to look over the edge of the ring, looking on as the two make it up to their knees! Mitch grabs the nearest chair and throws it as hard as he can, hitting King in the chest with it! King snarls and whips the same chair back at “The Broken One” who takes the shot, stumbling slightly, but getting back to his feet. Impressed, LRK follows suit and the two each grab a chair, trading hard blows with each other to see who goes down first!

Terra Skye: The Legion is loving the dueling chairs! Johnny, how do you feel about all this?

Johnny Vegas: How do you think?! This is what the division is all about! These two should be proud once they walk out of here!

Terra Skye: IF they walk out of here. At this rate I’d be surprised if they weren’t carried out on stretchers.

Boy: Stretch before meals to avoid cramping!

As Mitch’s knees buckle after a particularly stiff shot to the top of the head, Zephyr yells for both to get back into the ring. Trading looks, waiting for the other to make the first move, the two move slowly to the ring, mirroring the other’s movements! They both roll into the ring and that’s where the similarities end as LRK explodes from his belly and spins Mitch inside out with a vicious clothesline! Snarling, the champion rolls out of the ring and grabs two bags, one in each hand. The Legion doesn’t have long to wonder what’s inside as he opens one and dumps out a pile of dull caltrops! As Mitch begins to come to, LRK waits for the perfect moment before using the second bag to deliver a vicious uppercut, sending Mitch right into the caltrops!

Terra Skye: That… HAS to hurt.

Johnny Vegas: No shit…

Boy: Nope, none.

Ray Payne: I does not likes dat, yo.

Ripping open the second bag, LRK dumps the contents over the body of Mitch. The glitter of glass shards catch the light and reflect off of all the metallic thumbtacks now covering Mitch’s body. With a final snarl, LRK grabs a nearby chair and slams it as hard as he can onto Mitch’s torso, driving his back into the caltrops and the thumbtacks and glass into his chest!

Johnny Vegas: Well that's a bit brutal.

Terra Skye: Honestly? Didn't expect anything less when it comes to these two.

LRK whips the chair, narrowly missing Zephyr as he picks up Mitch and drops him with an Empty, Hollow, Thud without missing a beat, right back on top of Mitch’s bed he was just lying on! LRK gets back up to his feet and raises his leg, like he’s about to stomp onto Mitch’s chest, only for him to drop and go for the pin instead, opting to go for the win instead of more damage!



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Kelly Carmichael: Your winner and STILL ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION... LAB RAT KING!!!!

Terra Skye: Wow. I'm a little shocked that King opted for the pin there instead of continuing the onslaught. But I think one things for certain, either of these men could have walked out of tonight with that strap.

Johnny Vegas: Murder beast has gone soft. Damnit!

Ray Payne: I does not dink him softs yo.

Boy: KRISPY KREME!

Ray Payne: I is not soft, Mistah Boy!

Johnny Vegas: Please, you're like the pillsbury dough boy. Unemployment really changed you... at least physically. Mentally, you were already the pillsbury dough boy.

Ray Payne: I dink you mean't da 'pillsbury yo boy', yo.

Johnny Vegas: I hate you.

As King rolls from the ring, holding the UV belt, Mitch sits up, watching him - A scowl on his face... But then he starts laughing. The camera pans in on the crazed eyes of King, and then on the laughing face of Heart as he lays back on the canvas, shaking his head.

Terra Skye: Well, that's certainly... something.

Johnny Vegas: So now I'm worried about two people losing their shit and murdering everyone. Nice.

Terra Skye: Well, we know that Mitch had said that even if he lost, he wins anyway because he proved to himself that he was right about King... My guess is that's why he's laughing. But regardless, let's head into a short break before tonight's main event!

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Match Nine:

Silvio Leon (c) Vs. Catalina Cortes

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Kelly Carmichael: Ladies and gentlemen of the Carnage Legion, it is now time for tonights main event! The following contest is scheduled for...

Carnage Legion: One fall!

Kelly Carmichael: ...and it is for the Carnage Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The lights of Fort McHenry blink out, hushed murmurs falling over the Legion faithful as they anticipate the main event. The quiet hangs in the air for a few moments before an inflatable green pipe emerges from the entryway. Fog machines churn out white smoke for the sake of additional ambiance as the warp zone song effect echoes throughout the arena. A moment later sirens blare and the Carnage-Tron flashes with !!!NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHING!!!

POP/STARS vs MEGALOVANIA kicks in, the screen still flashing as Catalina Cortes emerges from the pipe to a tremendous ovation. Her ring attire for the match is a gold-accented homage to Wario, complete with purple and yellow ring gear with green boots and kick pads. She takes a golden-bedazzled cap, displaying the letter C, from her head and whips it into the crowd. The screen shifts, flashing CATALINA CORTES as saunters to the ring, periodically slapping hands and posing for selfies.

At ringside, she dashes up the steps, pausing at the center of the apron to give a double-point to the still flashing Carnage-Tron. The Legion echoes back.

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

Cat bounds off the bottom rope, backflipping over the top to land on her feet inside the ring. She briefly teases a stoic walk to her corner, before bounding up to the second turnbuckle to further play to the crowd.

Kelly Carmichael: Introducing first, the challenger. She stands at 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 119 pounds. From Pasadena, California, she is the Lucha Princess, Gatita de Fuego... Catalina Cortes!

Terra Skye: Catalina looks completely focused right now as she faces one of the toughest challenges of her life.

Ray Payne: I agrees, yo. Mizz Meowzie must know dat dis match could makes or breaks her entire career.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but if anyone can handle it, it's that firecracker in the ring. She was born for this moment, specifically bred for this moment. She's the lucha princess, and she's about to become queen Carnage.

Terra Skye: Don't crown Catalina just yet. While I agree that she's been one of the most impressive talents that Carnage has ever seen, she's got to defeat perhaps one of the most impressive Carnage World Champions of all time to earn that title. I'm afraid this ceiling isn't made out of glass, fellas.

Ray Payne: Den wuts its made froms?

Terra Skye: I don't know. Something a lot harder than glass I guess.

Boy: IT'S... METAPHORICAL!

Kelly Carmichael: And her opponent-

The house lights are cut as smoke gathers around the entrance at the top of the ramp. The opening guitar solo of "Superstition" by Kyle Primus echoes across the audience in the dark, with the Carnagetron showing flickering black-and-white images of a Ouija board planchette moving on its own slowly along the arc of printed letters beneath it, raw crystals and tarot cards scattered around its borders. Just as the rest of the band kicks in to join the guitar, the entrance is bathed in beams of black light, Silvio walking through them, cast in their unnatural glow for a moment, eyes and teeth flashing in the dim, the World Title around his waist.

Kelly Carmichael: Now approaching the ring from Seattle Washington, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is your current Carnage World Heavyweight Champion and Mystifying Oracle, Silvio Leon!!

He brings both hands up to eye level, palms out, the negative space between them in the shape of a planchette. As he throws his hands down, white pyros go off one either side of him and the house lights come back to life. Whereas he’d normally play to the crowd a bit more, tonight, Silvio only has eyes for Catalina Cortes. His gaze locks on her in the ring and does not shift as he makes his way down the ramp with purposeful strides, a grin lighting up his features. As he bounces over the top ropes and lands on the canvas, he gives her a quick wink before turning and climbing a nearby turnbuckle. He removes the belt, holding it above his head in both hands as the crowd cheers, that too-clever fox smile never leaving his face. After a moment, he hops back down to the canvas, handing the title off to the ref before turning back to face his challenger, eyes alight with anticipation.

Ray Payne: Speakins of focused, yo, Mista Oreo hasn't taken his eyes offa Mizz Meowzie since comins out from da curtain.

Terra Skye: Everything that can be said about Catalina can also be stated about our World Champion Silvio Leon.

Johnny Vegas: Not everything.

Terra Skye: What I see in Silvio Leon is a true transcendent superstar, a generational talent. He has the right tools, the mindset, and all of the talent necessary to accomplish whatever he wants to accomplish in order to forge a legacy. I cannot say enough how true it is that you just feel an aura in his presence. He isn't just holding the World Championship. He is our World Champion.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah yeah sure whatever. I'll give the dude some credit, sure. But Cat's already beaten him before.

Ray Payne: She wuz da only one dat has, yo.

Terra Skye: And he's bested her as well.

Johnny Vegas: So is it going to be easy for either of them? Hell no. But this is the bright lights and it's the big stage. Everything's on the line here.

Terra Skye: We may just be seeing the beginnings of a rivalry that could go down in CW Hall of Fame history, right next to Sinc vs. Tweeder.

Senior Referee White Rey holds the title belt up for the Carnage Legion to see, before passing it off to Kelly and calling for the opening bell.

DING DING

Terra Skye: Ray, would you do the honors?

Johnny Vegas: Aww shit.

Ray Payne: AND HERES WE GOES, YO!

The excitement from the crowd on hand is electrifying especially in this open air, historic environment. They can see as Silvio and Catalina circle each other in the ring that something special is about to happen, the two lock up and they get a reaction that most matches dont see until a pinfall has been counted. Cat is using her speed to keep one step ahead in the exchange of holds, and with her lucha libre background everytime it seems as though the Oracle is about to get the upperhand she rolls or flips herself back into control. Silvio has this well scouted, as he always does, and counters one of Cat's waistlocks with a Quesadora armdrag. Cortes lands and her momentum carries her over to one knee. She looks up at Silvio, and Silvio back at her, the message both sent and received. Catalina picks herself back up and brushes off her Wario themed tights, the Oracle gracious enough to allow her back to a vertical base uncontested. Catalina comes in for another lockup but this time Silvio takes her down with a snap armdrag and cinches in an armbar. Catalina slaps the mat in a bit of frustration as she knows she fell right into the trap.

Terra Skye: That mexican armdrag that comes out of the wheelbarrow position is called a Quesadora armdrag, and you have to know that Catalina has seen quite a few of them in her time.

Johnny Vegas: What she needs to do is not let Leon goad her into playing his game. He's so fucking smarmy and analytical. He not only wants to beat you, but he wants to beat you at your own game.

Terra Skye: I don't really see it that way, Johnny. I just think that we have two superstars, kinda like Adrienne Levi, who really take the homework part and the knowing thy enemy part to a whole new level. These are world class athletes who compete as such... is it shocking that they're fighting for the World title?

Ray Payne: I donts really undastands wut youz is sayings but when you say quesadillo you make me hungry for some Taco Bells yo.

Boy: EAT FRESH!

Johnny Vegas: Fuck Taco Bell.

Leon wrenches in the armdrag and forces Catalina to fight her way out of it. She pushes up to one knee and then a vertical base, and delivers a shot to the midsection of the champion. With their hands still locked, Catalina pulls Silvio over to the corner, springboards up to the top rope, and comes flying off with a corkscrew twisting armdrag that sends Silvio flipping half way across the ring. Now Silvio is the one looking up at Catalina who glares at him much in the same way. Anything you can do, I can do better, and the like. Silvio nods his head nad just as the champion did for her before, Catalina allows him back to his feet unchecked. Leon charges toward her like he's going for a lockup, Catalina tries to counter with an armdrag but catches nothing but air when Silvio slams on the brakes at the last possible moment. Cortes falls down onto her stomach and the champion drops down on top of her with the point of his elbow driving into the small of her back. Cortes screams out in pain, Leon floats over and takes control of the head with a front facelock. Silvio flips himself over the back of Cat and jackknifes into a bridge, all while keeping a grip on her head. He's got her bent backward in a muta lock, with White Rey right there asking Catalina if she submits to the hold. She screams no.

Johnny Vegas: Come on Cat, I've got a lot ridin' on you...

Ray Payne: Ey! You aint's supposed ta gamble on da matches Johnnie.

Johnny Vegas: Shut the fuck up and watch the damn match, Ray. Jesus. You're back for one show and I already don't miss you anymore.

Ray Payne: So's you sayings dat you missed me?

Johnny Vegas: Ugh.

Terra Skye: White Rey is asking Catalina if she wants to tap out here, but I highly doubt that she will. The Oracle has got to know this as well, but I'm thinking that he's looking to put pressure on that lower back of Cortes. Perhaps it'll stop her from doing her normal flips and twists, or at the very least, slow her down a bit.

Ray Payne: I guess we'll sees, yo.

Cortes claws her way over to the bottom rope, dragging the bridged Leon along with her. She reaches out and grabs the strand, forcing the ref to call for the break. Leon breaks the submission almost immediately, but this time he isn't about to let Cat off of the hook that easily. Silvio lines up his shot and hits a standing corkscrew moonsault right across the small of the challenger's back, further adding to the damage. Cortes opts to use the bottom rope again, this time to pull herself right out of the ring to land on her feet on the floor. Immediately she begins to clutch at her kidney area. Leon follows her out and goes to grab ahold of Cortes to force her back into the ring, but Catalina counters with a well timed knee lift that stops the champion in his tracks. She follows up with a series of forearm shots that back Leon into the barricade. She spreads his arms and delivers an open palm chop down across the negative space that is Leon's outstretched chest. Senior Referee White Rey issues a request for the two to get back into the ring, but it's a world championship match and this is Carnage Wrestling, he already knows he's going to let this play out.

Terra Skye: I don't know about you, but I could feel the sting of that chop reverberating over here, and we don't even have a roof on this place.

Johnny Vegas: Well duh dipshit, we're out in the middle of a cold ass field surrounded by an ancient fort that housed actual fucking cannons used by Paul Revere or some shit. I'm freezing my fucking tits off cause some prick wrote a song about this stupid place over two-hundred years ago-

Ray Payne: Dat's not very ni-

Johnny Vegas: Oh you shut the fuck up.

Terra Skye: Are you sayin-

Johnny Vegas: You too! I'm fucking patriotic as shit, Terra. I love the United States more than all of you fuckholes combined. But I can love it on my couch next to a space heater shaped like a bald fucking eagle and the bill of rights. I dont need this shit.

Cortes goes for a second chop but the Champ with the standing switch, shoves her lower back right into the barricade. What's good for the challenger is good for the champ as he unloads a knife edge across her chest, and an added forearm shot for good measure. He grabs her by the back fo the head and forces her back into the ring. Cortes pushes herself back up to her feet but by the time that she does Leon comes flying in with a big springboard crossbody. They land with Leon pinning Cortes's shoulders down to the mat-


One!


Tw-

Catalina kicks out at the count of two.

Terra Skye: Ooh, the first nearfall of the match, and for some reason I thought Silvio might have really caught her there.

Johnny Vegas: Almost everything the Oreo has done has impacted the small of poor beautiful Cat's back. Even with that jumpy spring thingy he just did, he's still driving her back into the mat with all of his stupid bodyweight and momentum or whatever.

Ray Payne: Mizz Catsy mights wants ta tink abouts changin' her strategy, yo. Cuz so far it's been all champ.

Leon pulls Catalina back to her feet and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Catalina ducks it and carries her momentum forward to bounce off the ropes. Leon with a body trip but Cortes leaps over it. Catalina hits the other ropes and comes back and this time she ducks under as Leon goes high with the leapfrog. Finally Cortes bounds off of the ropes a third time and this time the champ catches her with a quick dropkick that sends her through the ropes and out onto the apron. Leon waits for her to pull herself back up, he then swings with a leaping enzuigir but Catalina ducks it. Silvo lands on his stomach in the ring and Catalina comes flying back with a corkscrew plachca. With the champ stunned, she follows that up with a somersault legdrop but clutches her lower back for a split second before making the cover.


One!


Leon powers out at one and half.

Terra Skye: Finally, we're starting to see some life out of the challenger's camp here, but she's clearly favoring that lower back area even while on the offensive.

Boy: MY NECK, MY BACK, MY-

Ray Payne: Don't says it, Boy.

Boy: IVE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU ABOUT YOUR CARS EXTENDED WARRANTY!

Ray Payne: I tolds you not to says it. Now look wut ya's did.

Terra Skye: ...

Catalina appears to be working through what she wants to do next as she's pulling Leon to his feet. She drives a few forearm shots into the side of his head and backs him into a nearby corner. Cortes with an irish whip attempt but its reversed by the World Champion who sends Cat careening into the far turnbuckles. Cortes chooses to hit stomach first instead of back first to withstand some of the blow. Cortes staggering backward, Silvio hits the ropes and looks for the tilt-a-whirl headscissors that he calls the Miskatonic Twist but Cortes is able to spin Leon back around on a full rotation and land him on his feet, and then finishes the counter with a side russian leg sweep. The move takes it out of Catalina as well, and she can't capitalize as she clearly would want to otherwise. Both work their way back to a vertical base, when Leon snaps off a spinning heel kick that also gets ducked, but the challenger doesnt see in time the champion spin around and then connect his leaping enzugiri right to the back of her head. Cortes drops down to one knee and Leon hooks her head. He pulls her over to the ropes and jumps up, going for the tornado ddt but Cortes counters with a big sitout spinebuster! She holds onto the legs/midsection for a cover-


One!


Two!


Silvio Leon kicks out at two!

Ray Payne: Mista Oreos pullin out some of his biggie moves, yo. It makes sense ta try to hit harder when dey hurt, but I tinks Mizz Felinezies has da big movies scouteds.

Terra Skye: I'll give Catalina credit, but I have to extend this to Silvio Leon as well, they're both coming up with some incredible and innovative counters to each other's movesets. But in the case of Cortes I wonder if these are desperation counters.

Johnny Vegas: It doesn't really matter what your gameplan is going into a fight. Things change, you always have to think on your feet. Nothing ever goes according to plan.

Cortes looks up at the referee with a bit of exasperated exhaustion, but it's clear that even she knew that it wouldn't be enough for at three. She uses the ropes to pull herself up and stomps away at Leon as he tries to get himself back up. Now it's Cat who grabs Silvio by the head looking for a tornado ddt of her own, and this time it's the Champion who is able to block it. He shoves Catalina off and back onto her feet. He charges her and connects with the Miskatonic Twist! Cortes lands hard on her lower back and her momentum rolls her up to her knees. Leon bounces off of the ropes coming at Catalina with full force when he looks for the Massacre at Melrose and connects with his knee straight to the side of Cortes's head, causing a gasp from the audience. Cortes appears to be out from her own move as Silvio Leon drops down and hooks the far leg for the cover-


One!


Two!


Thr- Cortes kicks out at two and three-quarters!

Terra Skye: My God, the Carnage World Champion really knows how to pull out all of the stops in the ring, and nearly won the match with Catalina's partner's old finishing move! How she kicked out of that I'll never know.

Ray Payne: Mizz Tunas hads a partners, yo?

Terra Skye: Yeah, you remember Christopher Marlowe, Ray.

Johnny Vegas: Ugh, please don't bring up that idiot.

Terra Skye: I didn't, well, blame Silvio!

Silvio Leon nods his head at the referee and pushes himself up from his knees back to a vertical base. He pulls Catalina along with him, he hooks her by the head and snaps off the Tornado DDT from earlier, drilling the challenger the center of the ring with the Starry Wisdom. For a moment it looks as though he's going to go for the cover, but stops himself and instead opts to go to the ropes.

Ray Payne: I ain'ts sures wut he'z doings, yo. You shouldsa gone for da covers!

Terra Skye: I don't think The Oracle feels confident that the Starry Wisdom was enough to keep Catalina Cortes down, but I think he knows something that will.

With Catalina still sprawled out on the canvas, Leon climbs the ropes to the top. He looks down and lines up his shot. He leaps off with an impressive corkscrew shooting star press that he calls the Color Out of Space, and it connects! With Cortes' knees! Leon clutches his midsection in pain and crawls along the canvas as Catalina forces herself up just enough to float over him with a Cat's Cradle!

Johnny Vegas: He missed!

Terra Skye: Cat's Cradle roll-up! Cover!

One!


Two!


Thre- NO!

Silvio Leon rolls his shoulder up just before White Rey's hand would have hit the mat for the final time!

Johnny Vegas: Did she get him? Did she win?!

Terra Skye: No! I think Silvio just managed to get out by the skin of his teeth!

Boy: SURPRISE BABY GATE

Both competitors lay out for a moment as the Carnage Legion goes wild. They're both a bit slow to get back to their feet, but when they do, they exchange hard forearm shots. For a moment it looks like Cortes has the upperhand, she draws back to wind up for a big Blaze Kick, but Leon comes leaping forward with a V-Trigger style knee that catches the challenger under the jaw! Cortes staggered now, Leon spins her around and hits her with a Cata-rana! Cortes lands on the small of her back hard and Silvio is right there to pull her back up to her feet. He hooks her head and calls for the end, Cata-clysm... no! Cortes shoves her way out of the corkscrew neckbreaker, and she nails the 540 reverse Blaze Kick right across the side of the champions face! Leon now staggers backward, Cortes charges and goes for the Miskatonic Twist on Silvio but Silvio blocks it the exact same way that Cortes blocked his earlier, but when she lands on her feet, she's got Leon's head hooked... Cata-clysm! Catalina Cortez crawls to make the cover-


One!


Two!


Three!

DING DING DING!!!

Terra Skye: I can't believe it!

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, and NEW Carnage Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... CATALINAAA CORTESSS!!!

Johnny Vegas: Yes yes yes!

Both competitors have given it their all in this match, but as Catalina rolls over onto her back, she's covering her eyes and holding back tears. Senior Referee White Rey is handed the CW World strap through the ropes and he goes over to offer it to Catalina.

Ray Payne: Dat wuz a hells of a match, yo! Great jobs by both of dem!

Terra Skye: The girlhood dream has come true! Catalina Cortes has reached the top of the mountain!

Silvio Leon still down, appears stunned but not exactly shocked at the development. He watches on from the canvas as Catalina struggles her way back to her feet, just to take the World Championship. Catalina clutches the strap to her midsection and drops down to her knees, with the vast approval of the Legion of course. She looks out for the spot where her mother is sitting in the crowd, and when she spots her mom, that's when the tears really begin to flow.

Terra Skye: I don't want to take anything away from The Oracle, here. These two have come out here tonight and have proven that they're the best in this entire business at what they do, and this match could have easily gone either way.

Ray Payne: But dats wuts greats abouts CW, yo. Sometimes ya dont know whos gunna win deez things. Right Boy?

Boy: RIND MANE

Silvio Leon pulls himself back up to his feet, and offers a brief round of applause for the new champion, before clutching his head and making his way out of the ring. Catalina Cortes remains in the center of the ring with the championship belt sprawled out in front of her. She looks down at it as fireworks begin to burst overhead. With the dawns early light fast approaching here once again, the bombs bursting in the air shower Catalina Cortes with a golden glow... as the Network Logo fades into the corner and we fade to black.

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ACT OF DEFIANCE CREDITS:

Opening - Your Shitbag Fedhead

Segment - The Great Clown Detective! - Ragdoll

Match 1 - Lord Raab Vs. William Keen - Jay

Match 2 - Zack Tyler Vs. Zach van Owen - Jay

Match 3 - Ken Davison Vs. Annie Lennox - Jay

Match 4 - Trent Steel Vs. Kyra Johnson - Jay

Segment - For Your Own Good - Jay/Joe

Match 5 - Sebastian Hawke Vs. Casanova English - Mia

Match 6 - Dominick Strife Vs. The Avenger - Jay

Match 7 - Gunn/Willis Vs. Incubus/Succubus - Zen

Segment - We Built This City (On Rock and Roll) - Mia/Zen/Chuck

Segment - The Beginning of the End - Oliver

Match 8 - Mitch Heart Vs. Lab Rat King - Mia

Match 9 - Silvio Leon Vs. Catalina Cortes - Chuck