Chaos 107 Results

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Terra Skye: Hello Carnage Legion! Welcome to Chaos 107!!!

Ray Payne: Hello's yo!

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe they allowed you back after that shit show that you called at Act of Defiance!

Ray Payne: Why would dey not lets me back, yo? I dids a betta job den you.

Terra Skye: OHHHH.. God damn. Ray ain't taking your shit anymore.

Johnny Vegas: Yet another reason to hate his presence. Anyway, I guess you're gonna wanna talk about Act of Defiance and what happened, right?

Terra Skye: That would be preferable.

Boy: NINETEEN SEVENTIES!

Ray Payne: Dats right, Mistah Boy - Lots of big things happened at Acts of Definies, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah. Is anyone actually gonna talk about what happened or are we all just gonna REFERENCE it until we're blue in the face?! That fuck Avenger won the Baltimore City belt, English won the Chaos belt and sweet, sweet Catalina won the WORLD title. Other than that.. What is there?

Terra Skye: Well why don't you just ruin what could have been an entire conversation about what happened two weeks ago.

Johnny Vegas: I ruin because I hate. And I hate, therefore I don't wanna go over all this shit with you again.

Boy: Mothers are for dummies.

Ray Payne: But, Mistah Boy.. Dat is our jobs yo. Why does ya agrees wif Mistah Johnny?

Johnny Vegas: HAH! He agrees with me! Ya'll fucking talk to much!

Ray Payne: He also says dat ya is one cheeburger away from--

Terra Skye: HAHAHAHAH!!!

Johnny Vegas: ....Rude. So rude. Anyway, we've got shit going on tonight. Bunch of matches and shit so let's just get right into-

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The lights of the arena go out, blanketing the Legion in darkness. A beat passes, time enough for murmurs of excitement, befuddlement, and smark griping to build before they are all silenced by a wailing siren, pulling their eyes to the entryway like so many doomed sailors. The Carnage-Tron comes to life in a flash of golden letters:



The flashing continues and POP/STARS vs MEGALOVANIA by Dj Cutman kicks in, prompting the Legion to come unglued. The lettering fades into CATALINA CORTES in the same flashing, public-domain-safe font. A figure pokes at the curtain, trepidation oozing from the other side, drawing out the entrance for the sake of drama.

A hand emerges from the curtain, fingertips tinted in black nail polish clutching the Carnage World Championship. When the crowd gets louder, the hand withdraws with the title.

The feed cuts backstage, where Catalina Cortes leans against a wall next to the entryway. Her eyes are glued to the curtain, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

Catalina Cortes: First appearance as the Carnage World Champion. Pretty nervous, trying not to have an anxiety attack. Probably need to get out there, though. Right? Right.

She notches the back of the championship, then throws it over her head, wearing it bandolier/sash style across her black shirt bearing the likeness of Christopher Marlowe in stark white.

Catalina Cortes: Right.

Following a last minute psyche-up, Catalina forces herself through the curtain and the feed cuts back out to the arena, where she stands in the entryway. The cheers grow louder, prompting her to take a deep breath and soak in her status as the new Carnage World Champion. The music dies down, but the screen keeps flashing. Cat reveals a microphone, and gives a point to the Carnage-Tron.

Catalina Cortes: Hey, everybody. I am…

Carnage Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

She laughs nervously, her free hand fidgeting with the championship, adjusting where it sits on her shoulder.

Catalina Cortes: Dude, this is pretty weird. I think I’m supposed to do the overconfidence thing, but I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, so gimme a second, let me get down to just whelmed.

The cheers persist and Cat takes another breath to hold back any emotional breakdowns. She blinks back a few tears, then launches back into promo mode.

Catalina Cortes: Baltimore, Carnage, Legion! I am your newly crowned Carnage World Champion, the Luchas Princess, Rudo Royalty, the Kat in Kit-Kat, the Twitch sensation, the superest, the smashiest, and the currently trying-not-to-vomit-est. My name is…

Another point, another flash of CATALINA CORTES from the Carnage Tron. The Legion obliges.

Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!

Catalina Cortes: And I wanted to do something more grandiose, like since I did a Wario cosplay, I was gonna drop golden Cat coins from the ceiling, but that would’ve been expensive as shit and a huge potential liability, with people getting hit by coins. So no go. Plus that inflatable pipe was already more expensive than you’d think. I’m rambling.

A pause, she fans herself off a bit.

Catalina Cortes: I decided the best thing to do would be to come out and do that really corny ass speak-from-the-heart crap that people do, even though I’m really bad at it. I know that’s also kinda pandering, but if I’m a bear, I guess make me a pander bear.

She slaps her knee.

Catalina Cortes: So thanks to Silvio Leon. You made me have to get good, as the kids say, and in the post-victory euphoria-slash-pride-slash-anxiety that I’m feeling, I know nobody wants to take this title more than you do. I break your streak, you break my streak. I take your belt, you… Um, we’ll see. Either way, thanks for the push. Also, big thanks to the Kit to my Kat, hopefully saving the day back on his home planet of 1953. Love you, miss you.

She points to her Marlowe shirt, receiving another round of applause.

Catalina Cortes: Coming here made me better. The place, the people, the crabs. When I first got to Baltimore, all I wanted to do was leave, and now I really only want to leave during the winter. Thanks for putting up with my bullshit, thanks for giving me a chance, thanks for being you, Legion.

The cheapest of pops erupts.

Catalina Cortes: I’m pretty excited for what the future holds, unless it’s me losing this belt really soon. I hope I represent you the way you deserve to be represented and I also hope I hold the title until I die of natural causes at one-hundred-and-eighteen years old. I love you guys, I love Carnage. I love being the Carnage World Champion. So if you’ll indulge me one more time.. I am…

A point, a flash.

Legion: CATALINA CORTES!!!


Catalina Cortes: Thank you!


She slips the title off, hoisting it into the air for a final round of applause from the crowd. Cat smiles, taking a bow, blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep her happiness tears at bay. Following a final wave, she slips the belt back over her shoulder and disappears behind the curtain.

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Terra Skye: I gotta say, I'm not used to seeing a... humbled Catalina Cortes? Is humbled the right word?

Johnny Vegas: Probably not. But that was the biggest win of her career. Either she was gonna go drunk with power or she was gonna feel completely overwhelmed with the responsibility of it. I'll admit, I'm surprised by the result.

Ray Payne: I guess I is a lil surpriseds too, yo. But I is happy for Miss Catty.

Terra Skye: Absolutely, but she already knows she's got a target on her back, and now everyone's watching her - Especially the former Champ, Silvio Leon. Speaking of, we'll see him in action later tonight against our new Baltimore City Champ - But for now, we've got a debut!

As Carnage's newest roster member, Ragdoll makes her way to the ring - Garbage Fence rummages around at ringside, picking up trash that people have discarded and putting it away in his pockets (you know, for safe keeping). Finally, after a few moments, Fence ends up in the ring with Ragdoll, who's simply staring at her opponent - Her head tilted to the side as Boy rings the bell.



Ragdoll wastes no time as Garbage Fence is grabbing up a few pieces of his 'collection' that have fallen out of his pockets and onto the mat. Ragdoll rushes in with an inside knee to the face, hitting Fence flush in the nose! Fence falls down on top of his beloved collection but instead of going for a pin, Ragdoll picks him back up - Giggling as she Irish Whips him towards the ropes. Fence ducks the lariat attempt, and bounces off the opposite ropes - but when he returns, going for a clothesline of his own, Ragdoll honks his nose!

Johnny Vegas: What the shit!

Terra Skye: She calls this, 'Slapstick'! Fence might wanna watch out...

Fence steps back, but Ragdoll follows - Slapping him! And before Fence can return the favor, Ragdoll kicks him in the groin and before the referee can say anything, she hits Fence with the 'Punchline' stunner and covers him!


One!!


Two!!!


Three!!!



Kelly Carmichael: Your winner.... RAGDOLL!!!!!!

Terra Skye: Well that was quick.

Johnny Vegas: What did you expect? Garbage Fence is literally more interested in collecting shit then fighting.

Ray Payne: I gots ta says, Miss Raggydollz is very interestin, yo.

Terra Skye: Agreed. I'm looking forward to seeing what she does with an opponent that's not a Masked Debater. But congratulations on your debut here tonight! Let's head into a short break before we get into Lord Raab vs Zack Tyler!

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Ray Payne: Wow's. Meesuh like da funny pictures yo.

Johnny Vegas: Oh shut up... as if you understood it anyway.

Ray Payne: So wut?

Terra Skye: I think Silvio Leon and Axton Gunn have made it clear that Silvio wants the Carnage World Championship back. But right now we've got Lord Raab and Zack Tyler in the ring about to square off, both of these wrestlers in desperate need of a win here to climb up the rankings!



The bell rings and Zack Tyler bullrushes Lord Raab who hits him with a big boot, knocking Tyler to the ground. Zack quickly recovers but doesn’t get much time before Raab launches him across the ring with a Beil throw. Raab stalks over and grabs Tyler by the back of the head and drags him to the corner, ramming him headfirst into the top turnbuckle. Zack instinctively turns and slumps into the corner while Raab presses his hand into Tyler’s chest, holding him in place.

Terra Skye: Lord Raab has really taken the early going of this match with his impressive strength.

Johnny Vegas: Well the motherfucker's huge. It's about time he throws people around.

Ray Payne: Dat's not very nice of yous to call Mista Raaby dat yo.

Terra Skye: Lord Raab has been getting better each show, it seems. Zack Tyler needs to figure out a way to get on the offensive here or this one could end pretty quickly.

The referee comes over to admonish “The Masked German Monster” who glares him down. Raab rears back slaps Tyler in the chest with an open-handed chop. Raab whips Tyler across the ring with such force that the impact in the corner knocks Tyler chest first to the mat. Tyler pulls himself up using Raab’s tights. Raab looks down and Zack throws a haymaker that doesn’t even register. Raab stares at Tyler, daring him to hit him again. This time, Tyler uses a jumping knee strike that knocks Raab backwards.

Terra Skye: Finally, Tyler showing some life here!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but he's throwing everything he has at the monster, and just barely knocked him back.

Terra Skye: It's the only chance that Tyler has, really. He's got to get momentum and keep it.

Raab comes back with a lariat giving Tyler the opportunity to duck under and deliver an enziguiri that adds enough momentum to force the German into the ropes chest first. Zack dropkicks Raab on the rebound, knocking him into the ropes. Tyler lands on his hands and knees and school boys Raab for the first pinfall attempt of the match.


One...


Two...

KICKOUT!!!

Johnny Vegas: Did he get him?

Terra Skye: Nope. It was close, but it appears that Raab broke out of the roll-up just in time.

Boy: WHY IS GAMORA?

Ray Payne: Boy tinks Mista Tylee mighta had a holds of da trunks.

Raab powers out and launches Tyler about a foot and a half away. Raab slams the mat in frustration as he quickly gets to his feet. Tyler runs at him, which allow Raab to get behind Tyler and deliver a big German suplex. He rolls with the waistlock still applied and deadlifts Tyler into another German suplex. Raab rolls looking for one more, but in an act of desperation, Zack throws an elbow back into Raab’s jaw. Instead of another German, Lord Raab spins Tyler out with a ripcord, then pulls him back and drills him into the match with a layout Chokinator. Raab transitions into an Anaconda Vice and the Killerlock is applied. Tyler squirms for a moment before realizing he has nowhere to go and he taps out.



Johnny Vegas: Welp, this one's over. So much for Zack Tyler's momentum eh?

Terra Skye: After two german suplexes and a ripcord Chokinator, I'd probably tap out too.

Kelly Carmichael: The winner of the match, by submission: LORD RAAB!!!

Ray Payne: Dats was a goods victory for Mista Rabby.

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Terra Skye: Well we're rolling right along to the next match here. The energy is palpable as Succubus waits for Zephyr. From my understanding, there’s a lot of history between these two.

Johnny Vegas: The only thing palpable about this evening has been the stench of…

Boy: RUSTIC FIBER!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah. That.

Ray Payne: Eww. Gross, yos.

As “Send Me An Angel” by Zeromancer blares out, Succubus and Incubus both turn their attentions to the ramp, waiting impatiently for Zephyr to come out. Suddenly, an all too familiar hoodie streaks out of the crowd and launches herself from the barrier at Incubus, nailing him across the cheek with a superman punch! Zephyr whips her hoodie off as she drops a few more punches in on Incubus and then picks him up, using him as a battering ram against the barrier! Smirking at her handiwork, Zephyr drops her brass knuckles as she rolls into the ring, never taking her eyes off Succubus, a malevolent smirk covering her features. The bell rings and the two launch themselves at each other, laying into the other with lefts and rights! Punches, kicks, and chops all ring out with sickening thuds and sharp smacks as the two women fight for control!

Terra Skye: WOW! Zephyr certainly knows how to make an entrance!

Boy: Like a rock on a hill, that’s how she rolls…

Johnny Vegas: It was a cheap tactic that caught her opponent by surprise. I’m sure that Incubus will be up in no time and then we’ll see how Zephyr can REALLY handle herself.

Ray Payne: Oh, Mizz Zephies cans handles herselfs, yo.

Sure enough, Incubus manages to pick himself up, though a small trickle of blood runs down his temple and his cheek is bruised from where Zephyr landed her punch. With a roar, he slides into the ring and completely ignoring the ref, grabs Zephyr and picks her up, dropping her back onto her back with a resounding thud! Together, the duo known as Pandaemonium, launch an all-out assault on Zephyr, resulting in the ref calling for the bell! It doesn’t matter though as Incubus picks Zephyr up onto his shoulders and drops her again with a HUGE powerbomb that could be felt throughout the arena! The two signal to each other as Succubus picks Zephyr up and slingshots Zephyr up and over as Incubus picks his moment and connects with a spinning back kick straight to the top of Zephyr’s head!

Terra Skye: The Sacrifice!

Johnny Vegas: I TOLD YOU DON’T MESS WITH THEM!

Boy: LOUD NOISES!!!

Zephyr drops down hard and lies motionless as Pandaemonium kicks her a few more times before leaving the ring.

Terra Skye: Zephyr might have won by DQ but I think we’re only seeing the beginning of this war.

Johnny Vegas: Bitch finally got what she deserved.

Ray Payne: Dat's not very nices, Johnny.

Boy: Buttered toast!

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The scene fades backstage to show Jonathan Willis entering the arena. Jon is the first member of Team Rock Lobster to arrive for the night, and he takes a few minutes to sign some autographs for the fans outside in the parking lot. Jon is doing his best to be brave, to be strong, to be a Tree Lobster, despite the fact that he knows someone is gunning for him again. Someone, some elusive "they", is tormenting him again. The last time this happened it nearly broke him. He refuses to let that happen again.

Jon makes his way to his locker room and heads inside. He flips the lights on, but quickly realizes that all of the lights in his locker room have been destroyed except for one. One single light illuminates the far back wall, where a message is scrawled in red spray paint the color of blood. It reads:


Jon instantly drops his bags and adrenaline courses through his body. He takes a step forward, and a figure reveals itself from out of the darkness. This figure is purposefully difficult to describe. They are wearing a loose hoodie that is several sizes too big, loose jogging pants, and regular sneakers. They are also wearing a face mask that covers most of their face, sunglasses that cover the rest, and a black baseball cap that covers their entire head.

Jon knows the kind of people that wear this attire. His original blackmailer, his former friend Noah Twiler, used these people as middlemen, as liaisons. He used these men, and the shadowy company they work for, to make his threats and his demands when he was blackmailing Jon as part of some horrible and misguided vendetta. Jon walks towards this unknown person and speaks.

Jonathan Willis: This is supposed to intimidate me, isn't it? I'm not going to let it. Whoever you're working for, they got me good at Act of Defiance. I wasn't prepared to see those words again. I didn't realize how much power they still held over me. But I'm not going to let you do this to me again.

The masked person stays silent and Jon continues talking.

JW: I've come too far, I've done too much, to let this happen to me again. No more crying. No more screaming. No more fear. I'm not afraid anymore. I have a good life. I have my friends, my fans, my family. I have a championship. And I have Axton. I have one of the most amazing men I've ever met in my life as my boyfriend and tag team partner and fellow champion. What do you have?

The masked person stays silent. Jon continues talking.

JW: That's what I thought. Go home. Go run home and tell whoever paid you that I'm not scared. I'm not intimidated. And I'm not running. If the person who paid you to come here has an issue with me, tell him that I'm not a difficult man to find. I'm not going to run, or hide, or beg. If he wants a fight, I'm ready to give him one. If he wants me scared, he's going to be sorely disappointed. I won't let this happen to me again. I'm not going to be a victim again. I am not a victim.

The masked person says nothing. Jon takes another step forward.

JW: I am not a victim.

The masked person says nothing. Jon continues to walk forward... and stops. Something slides down out of the masked figure's hoodie and into their hand. Jon looks down, confused, and sees.

It's a tire iron.

Jon's eyes go wide and he almost gets his hands up in time.

Almost.

The masked person hits Jon across the side of the skull with the tire iron, splitting Jon's head open. Lightning flashes inside Jonathan's brain. Thunder roars inside his ears. Stars dance in front of his eyes. Jon hits the floor hard, his head impacting first, the fall causing his head wound to further expand. The masked person stands over him and brings the tire iron down across Jon's forehead. Jon's last conscious thought is of a beautiful, talented rockstar smiling at him and telling Jon that he loves him.




The scene fades.


Terra Skye: OH MY GOD- We need medical assistance in the back! Somebody send EMTs! Jon Willis has just been attacked!

Johnny Vegas: Oh shit. Finally we get some actual Carnage around here.

Terra Skye: JOHNNY, SERIOUSLY?!

Ray Payne: Mista Willies is gonna needs all da helps he can gets yo as fast as he can gets it. I tink we might need da ambalamps.

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Terra Skye: I can't believe we're doing this- Well, welcome back folks. Just a few moments ago you saw Jonathan Willis viciously attacked before we went to commercial. We're going to update you on his condition as soon as that information becomes available. But for right now, by order of Christopher St. James, our President, he has declared that Jon's tag partner and boyfriend Axton Gunn must still come out and compete in his match.

Johnny Vegas: He should make Willis still fight in his match, too.

Terra Skye: Just shut the fuck up right now, Johnny.

Kelly Carmichael: And her opponent, and one half of the current Carnage Wrestling World Tag Team Champions--

Axton Gunn’s music starts, and the man in question comes rushing down toward the ring--but his usual tomfoolery is completely absent, replaced with an expression of pure panic. He stumbles into the ring, shouting for his music to be cut, gesturing emphatically with one hand as he takes the mic from Kelly and looks at Kyra across the ring. His eyes are red--he’s been crying--and there are spots of blood on his torso and the front of his gold and green wrestling gear.

Axton Gunn: Stop--stop my music. Stop all of this. Hang on.

Frantic, he approaches Kyra, both hands gripping the mic.

Axton Gunn: I’m--I’m so sorry, Kyra. I was looking forward to this fight. I was really looking forward--but--but something happened to Jon, he’s--I need to be with him right now. I’m so fucking sorry to do this to you and to Ken.

He draws an unsteady breath, struggling not to sob through his words.

Axton Gunn: We’ll make it up to you. We owe you a title shot--absolutely. It’s yours. I promise. But right now I gotta go be with him. I need to keep him safe. I gotta go. I gotta go.

With that, he thrusts the mic back into the announcer’s hand and bolts from the ring at full tilt, not looking back.

Terra Skye: Honestly I'm not shocked. Axton is doing the right thing, as most normal, caring human beings would. But it looks like because of the actions of that masked person, two matches won't happen tonight. Obviously, that's not important, the health and wellbeing of Jonathan Willis is first and foremost on our minds. But I guess the show still has to go on, so now we're going to bring out Belle Silva and do a Beyond the Belle. Take it away, Belle.

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“She’s a Genius” blares and Belle Silva makes her way out on stage. Her steps lack her usual bounciness and her smile looks pained, but she waves out to The Legion despite it all. Making her way down to the ring, she takes the stairs and climbs through the ropes before grabbing her microphone as the music fades.

Belle Silva: LEGION!!! HOW’S IT GOING TONIGHT?!

The crowd around her of course pops and a genuine smile flashes briefly across her face before being replaced by the pained one again.

Belle Silva: One show removed from Act of Defiance and boy what a show it was! Titles changed hands! New champions were crowned! For far too long Baltimore was without a champion, a hero to stand up for it and its people against the naysayers of the world. At Act of Defiance, that all changed when a champion was finally crowned, and what a champion he is!

The Legion pops as Belle continues.

Belle Silva: Within these hallowed halls lies a hero in our midst Carnage. Oh, it’s true. Laugh all you want, we all witnessed his amazing journey to the top of the BCC division, filled with true acts of heroism! Ladies, gents, and every member of The Legion watching put your hands together, and let’s hear your loudest roar for Baltimore’s NEW CHAMPION… THE AVENGER!!

“Holding Out For A Hero” plays and The Avenger walks out onto the stage, holding off on his AvengerCycle until he enters his match later on in the night. He plays to the crowd with heroic poses and shows off his shiny new belt before he gets into the ring. He strikes another pose with a big thumbs up before accepting a microphone presented to him.

The Avenger: Greetings, Citizens of Carnage! Greetings, Citizen Silva!

Belle Silva: A pleasure as always!

They both take their seats as The Legion settles.

Belle Silva: Avenger! It's good to finally have you on the show! Now, every superhero story starts with an origin. Care to share where you got your powers?

Avenger chuckles and rubs the back of his head, not expecting such a question so early.

The Avenger: Oh, you know. Some people are hit by cosmic rays. Some people are bitten by a radioactive squid or something. I don’t know where mine came from. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have powers, so I think I always did!

Belle laughs lightly and nods her head.

Belle Silva: Fair enough! In that case, you are probably the most tenured superstar on the roster. How does it feel to finally hold onto some gold to call your own?

Avenger smiles and pats his championship belt.

The Avenger: It feels awesome! I’ve been chasing this baby for years. Came close a time or two. And now I’m a champion! And I will be a fighting champion too. The Avenger does not back away from a challenge!

Quick to see an opportunity Belle asks a question on The Legion's mind.

Belle Silva: So let's talk about that for a moment. As a champion, I'm sure you have your eyes on several prospects as a worthy challenger. Anyone specific you hope to have a legacy-defining match with?

The Avenger holds a hand to his chin and thinks about it for a moment.

The Avenger: Hmmm...not really! I’m not that kind of guy! I just sort of fight whoever comes along. Except for evil. All evil gets superhero kicked in the face.

Vengy gives a cheesy grin, oblivious that his happy-go-lucky nature doesn’t make for the most exciting interview. Belle nods and presses him.

Belle Silva: Alright so let’s go this route. There’s been a lot of talks recently about new champions redefining their respective divisions and creating memories that will last a lifetime. Moving forward as Baltimore’s champion, how do you plan on redefining the Baltimore division? More to the point, what sets your division apart from the rest?

The Avenger: Oh that’s an easy one! I think the Baltimore division is the belt for the working class! This is the best that represents the hardest workers in the company, the people who maybe don’t get the recognition that the big stars get or shocking stuff the grumpy, violent people get. You might say that I want to take my title of The Heart of Carnage Wrestling and make it so the entire Baltimore division can be seen that way. I don’t want this division to be the opening act with no respect, I want it to be the main event!

He holds up his belt again to cheers, then reaches into the fanny pack he wore over his superhero costume and pulls out a bottle of water.

The Avenger: Oh, you want anything? I keep my snacks and things in here. I might have a candy bar…

He searches through the pack for something sweet.

The Avenger: Nope. Just gum and...mints? How did mints get in there? Why is there a toothpick?

Avenger shakes his head and gets a sheepish look on his face.

The Avenger: Sorry, I got distracted. What was the next thing you wanted to ask?

Belle nods approvingly and continues.

Belle Silva: Ok, so I’m sure I’m not the only member of The Legion that wants to know the answer to this one; are you ever going to get a sidekick?

The Avenger: A sidekick? Um...yeah, I’m always looking out for up-and-coming talent! Sam doesn’t wrestle anymore so I could always use someone to join forces with me as a team! Like, have you seen this Zach Van Owen guy? He used to be a superhero like me! I think he’s let bad times get him down but you don’t just stop being a superhero. With the power of #JUSTICE, I think I could help him get back into shape!

With a motion of the head Avenger’s attention is directed behind to see the Vigilante, Zach van Owen, standing there as if on cue.

Belle Silva: Well, Legion, looks like we’ll find out our answer now! You heard him, Zach, do you have an answer?

Zach takes a silent moment, looking from Belle to the Avenger and back again.

Zach van Owen: I don’t know if I’m gonna have the time, you know ‘letting the bad times get me down’ kinda keeps me busy.

The Avenger: C’mon Zach, it’s time we get you back to leaping tall buildings in a single bound! We’ll turn that frown upside down!

Zach smirks...kinda. It’s more like a half-grin.

Zach Van Owen: I don’t know if you’re quite prepared for this Two-Player Game, especially when those better than you have failed. But hey it’s your controller. Let’s see where this Side Quest takes us. Just got a couple of things to make clear.

The Avenger: You make a lot of game references! I mean, um, okay, name them!

Zach Van Owen: I run DPS. Always have, always will.

Avenger nods and Zach steps forward to be nose-to-nose with him.

Zach Van Owen: I am no one’s sidekick!

The Avenger scratches his chin, deep in thought.

The Avenger: Deal! We’ll be the best pair of superhero partners on this side of the multiverse!

Belle applauds with the rest of the cheering Legion.

Belle Silva: Well Legion, it looks like we saw the formation of a new “super” team in Carnage, The Avenger, and Zach Van Owen! Carnage’s most brave, most bold, and the finest team in all the land!

She winks at the camera for her obvious comic references as the two men shake hands in the middle of the ring.

Belle Silva: That’s it for this episode of Beyond the Bell! Tune in at Chaos 108 where I’ll be interviewing the current Chaos Champion, Casanova English!

The Legion cheers for her in reply, as “She’s a Genius” drowns them out.

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Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and making his way to the ring first...staing six feet tall and weighting in at a hundred and ninety pounds, from Seattle Washington...The Former Carnage World Heavyweight Champion...Silvio Leon!

Silvio enters the ringside area as "Superstition" by Kyle Primus (feat. Red Finton, Ruthy Reba & Grandpappy) plays. Gone is his normal jovial demenor of fan interaction. Instead Silvio, honestly, looks extremely focused. No flare or flash as he gets in the ring and waits on his opponent.

Terra Skye: Alright, let's get back to the action now, I guess. Thanks to Belle Silva and of course The Avenger, who has left for the back with Zack Van Owen I guess so he can do a big superhero entrance. Already in the ring is the former Carnage World Champion Silvio Leon, and he seems more focused and less on crowd pleasing this evening. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.

Johnny Vegas: Maybe he's doing what half of these wrestlers never do. Learn his lesson. If he's more concerned with the fans he might lose, and honestly against another "favorite" like Superidjit that might not be a bad idea!

Ray Payne: Mista Silvys looks like he mights be tinkin abouts Mista Willies too, yo.

Boy: ZOOM ZOOM!!

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...standing at five foot eleven and two hundred and thirteen pounds of pure superpowered muscle...haling from Baltimore, Maryland...He is the current Baltimore City Champion of Carnage Wrestling...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, also dropping salt behind him, 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: Carnage's resident superhero is here!...and spreading salt!

Johnny Vegas: Damn it...he got some on my glass. Boy! My Margarita Mix!

Boy: ARIBAH!!

Ray Payne: Most white powdas is illegals, yo.

DING! DING!

Whilst Johnny is making the lime in the coconuts Avenger and Silvio circle for a moment as White Rey calls for the bell. Avenger holds out his hand to shake Silvio's and Silvio shakes his head no. Avenger nods and they both lock up. Silvio wins the tie up and puts Avenger in a headlock. Avenger shoves Silvio forward into the ropes. Silvio bounces off of the ropes and hits Avenger square in the chest with a picture perfect dropkick which gets 'The Legion' on it's feet and cheering. Instead of the usual showboating though Silvio gets on top of Avenger and just starts wailing on him with fists. Silvio picks up Avenger and tosses him into the ropes again. Silvio goes to the opposite ropes and bounces off of them as Avenger hits the rebound hitting a beautiful springboard cross body onto Avenger. Silvio gets up and hits a standing corkscrew moonsault! Cover...

One...

Kickout by Avenger!

Terra Skye: Silvio wants to win this match to get back on track after losing at Act of Defiance!

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but Stuperdave doesn't want to lose either...cause...well he's a loser.

Boy: TOO FAST! TOO FURIOUS!!

Silvio gets up, frustrated, but undeterred, and tosses Avenger into the ropes again. Silvio goes for a back body drop, but Avenger is able to catch Silvio in a Snap Suplex! Avenger picks up Silvio and hits a spinning neckbreaker! Avenger heads up top and leaps off doing a double foot stomp to the chest of the former Carnage World Heavyweight Champion! Avenger doesn't let up as he picks up Silvio and tosses him into the ropes, looking to go for the "Superhero Kick" but Silvio ducks it and hits the ropes. On the bounceback Avenger charges forward with a clothesline and so does Silvio. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! White Rey starts to do a countout.

One...

Two...

Terra Skye: Both men are down, but not out!

Johnny Vegas: I wish they were out so I could go home...HURRY IT UP!

Boy: TICK TOCK!

Ray Payne: You'z not very patients.

Three...

Silvio and Avenger both roll over and start pulling themselves up by the ropes.

Four...

Both men pull themselves up and look over at each other. Both wrestlers look hungry for a win. Not wanting to back down, and that's when the punches start flying. Anger from losing a world title. Anger from being called a joke their whole career. Just pure rage against pure rage as both men go back and forth, and "The Legion" cheers loud as both of their favorites haul off on each other. Silvio gets one up on Avenger, ducking a right hook, and Silvio goes for a kick. Avenger catches it...Jumping Enziguri! Silvio gets up and grabs Avenger by the head. He goes to whip Avenger into the corner, reversal by Avenger, Silvio lands back first against the turnbuckle post. Avenger runs over and hits a Handstand Headscissors Takedown on Silvio as both men lay on the mat again.

Terra Skye: Both men aren't giving an inch to each other and "The Legion" love it!

Johnny Vegas: They also love those damn Haggis Tacos...

Boy: TWO FOR A DOLLAH!!!

One...

Two...

Three...

Silvio is the first to get up and waits for Avenger to start to get up. Once Avenger is up on all fours Silvio stands. Avenger gets up and...SUPERKICK FROM SILVIO!! He picks up Avenger and tosses him into the ropes...Miskatonic Twist!! Picks up Avenger again...Starry Wisdom! Silvio runs to the top rope and goes up "Color Out of Space"! Cover...

One...

Two...

Three!!

DING! DING!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner...Silvio Leon!!

Silvio gets up and looks down at Avenger. Avenger gets up and slams his fist on the mat, frustrated, but Avenger gets up and gives Silvio a thumbs up and starts to leave letting the former world champion celebrate!

Terra Skye: Frustrating, but someone had to win and someone had to lose!

Johnny Vegas: Good! I'm glad it's the costumed freak. Actually. No I wanted them both to lose. Then maybe these damn fans will be quiet.

Boy: SHH!!

Ray Payne: Dat's matches was closers dan I expecteds. Maybe Mista Vengy is workin' towards da tops after alls?

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We cut away for a moment from the in ring action to a pre-recorded message. We see a young woman dressed in a business suit, skirt, and tie. She adjusts her glasses for a moment and gestures behind her. We can see she is on a private jet.

Angela Masters: I am here to inform the Carnage fans that Mr. Steel is not cleared this week to wrestle and it has made him quite upset...but he has assured me that he will be in attendance on your next Chaos show. He promises...erm...sir how did you put it.

We hear a shuffle as the camera pans around to see Trent Steel wearing a black robe with a hood. The robe is slightly undone and we can see the taped up chest and neck of Trent. He tilts his head up. He's not wearing his corpse paint but is pale and gaunt looking. His face taped in various places from when he had glass shot into his face. He gripes a cane with a skull head on it as he leans forward.

Trent Steel: I promise...I'm going to be back...and I'm going...TO CAUSE SOME CARNAGE!!

With that Trent starts to cough as we see blood come out the side of his mouth and down on of his nostrils. We pan back to Miss Masters.

Angela Masters: We will see you all shortly. Someone get the doctor from the back!

Fade out...

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Terra Skye: Once again, we do hope that Jon Willis is okay, but it's good to know that at least one of our injured superstars, Trent Steel, is starting to feel better.

Kelly Carmichael: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for The Chaos Title...and your MAIN EVENT!!! Introducing first...The challenger...standing six foot one and weighting one hundred and seventy four pounds... From Philadelphia, Pennyslvania...He is "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: ZVO is showing a lot more of a darker edge this past week...

Johnny Vegas: He may have finally figured out that's what it takes to win one of these titles!

Boy: BAD MAN GOOD MAN???

Kelly Carmichael: And his opponent...standing six foot even and weighting in at two hundred and twenty pounds...from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...He is the current Chaos Champion..."The Modern Day Messiah" Cassanova English!!

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

"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."

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

"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."

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.

Terra Skye: The current Chaos Champion is definitely not wanting to end his reign, but what kind of counter can he have to "The Anti-Hero"?

Johnny Vegas: A pause button and a cheat code might help!

Boy: INFINITE LIFE!!

DING! DING!

The bell rings and Hawkersby turns to the action as Cass and Zach start brawling immediately! Right and lefts go a furiously flying as both men try to one up the other. After a punch to the head of Cass, Zach grabs Cass and hits a DDT to start things off. Zach picks up Cass and tosses him into the ropes. "Blitz Rush" followed by an Ehrgeiz and Cass goes stumbling to the outside of the ring. Zach runs to the ropes and leaps up...Tope Con Hilo to Cass on the outside!

Terra Skye: ZVO is definitely out for blood tonight with a focus and intent we haven't seen in a while.

Johnny Vegas: This is so fast I'm going to need an instant replay to know what happened. He hit those combo moves so damn fast!

Boy: THE FLASH...AHHH!!!

Hawkersby starts counting on the outside, but "The Zach Attack" does not stay out longer than a two before tossing Cass back into the ring under the ropes. Heading up top Zach waits for Cass to get up. Zach goes for a top rope hurricanrana but Cass catches Zach and hits a powerbomb into the turnbuckle post. Both wrestlers go down as Cass crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. He looks pissed off at the amount of moves he's already taken and looks for some payback by putting his foot into the throat of Zach and starting to choke him out. Cass grabs Zach by the throat and tosses him to the mat. He picks him up and hits an inverted DDT. He picks up Zach again and goes for a dragon sleeper...after a while he snaps it into a swinging neckbreaker! Cass drags Zach to the center of the ring and slaps on "Silence of the Lamb"!

Terra Skye: Casanova may know the only way to win will be to slow down Zach, by hitting his neck so quickly he may be trying to expel his wind and get him to tap.

Johnny Vegas: Ring placement, previous hits, and a lot of nasty intentions. Sounds like a champion to me!

Boy: CHOKE ARTIST!

That choke locked in Zach starts to flail about, but in doing so does start moving him closer to the ropes. Cass lurches and leans trying to get the choke to wear down Zach before he can inch to the ropes. Zach is starting to flounder and Hawkersby asks him if he wants to quit. Zach shakes his head and lifts himself up to get a vertical base and then fall forward landing his hand on the bottom ropes! Cass lets go of the choke after a five count, and waits for Zach to start to get up. As he does Cass goes for the "English Lesson", but Zach drops down and rolls out of the way as Cass lands on his ass! Zach runs from behind and hits a snapmare! Cass starts to get up and Zach runs to the ropes...Running "Combo Breaker"!!

Terra Skye: Zach breaking out of that choke was not what Casanova was planning on.

Johnny Vegas: Well he better come up with an alternative fast or he's gonna be missing his belt!

Boy: SHANK 'EM!

Zach goes to pick up Cass for "Critical Hit", but Cass shoves Zach back from hiting the front flip DDT. Zach bounces off the ropes. Hurricanrana! Cass quickly capitalizes by grabbing Zach and "Existential Existence"...Cover!

One...

Two...

Three!!

DING! DING!

Kelly Carmichael: Here is your winner and STILL Chaos Champion!! Cassanova English!

Zach is up like a flash and hits the mat as Casanova grabs the belt on the outside. Zach gets out of the ring and heads to the back looking for something to punch!

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Terra Skye: Well that was an incredible match, and Cassanova English retains his Chaos championship... but for how long I wonder.

Ray Payne: I guezz dat's up ta hims, yo.

Johnny Vegas: Shut up about that. Now the moment that I've all been waiting for, the BIG Announcement from our boss, Christopher St. James!

Terra Skye: Oh hell, what does this douche canoe want now?

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

C$J: You know what? Boo me all you want, Legion. You're the ones lining my pockets with your unearned unemployment benefits. So go on, see if I care. I heard the government is actually giving you lazy poors more stimulus money, and I can tell, because it's always getting louder every time I come out.

The boos only ring louder and C$J takes a bow.

Terra Skye: This guy really grinds my gears.

C$J: Hey, before I fire her ass, somebody cut Terra Skye's headset off. No, wait, you know what? Cut the entire announce team's headsets off. You all are done for the night. Thanks but no thanks. Please leave my arena before I have you three removed... permanently.

Johnny Vegas: Hey! What the fuck did I do- bzzzttt...

The crowd boos at an all-time high as C$J prances down to the ring. Security is shown escorting the announcers away from the ringside area.

C$J: As I was saying. I don't care if you Baltimorons boo me. I pay more in taxes each year than any ten of you make in your lifetimes combined. No, seriously. The government takes my money and gives it to you people for no reason... and then what do you do? You do the right thing, of course. You run right down to my arena, and you can't wait to give my hard-earned money right back to me. So, yes, boo until your heart's content. All I have to say is, thank you all for being as dumb as you people look.

C$J steps through the ropes and into the ring. Bottles are being thrown at him.

C$J: The truth of the matter is, you'll always keep doing it. No matter what I say, or what I do. But instead of booing me, maybe you should be thanking me too. You should be thanking me for giving you an escape from your miserable lives. You should be thanking me for giving you a reason to get out of your twin beds in the morning. And these so called "stars" in the back, they should be thanking me, too. Thanking me that they still have a job to go to during this shitshow of a year. Do you think I really needed to subject myself to this dirty city, where that certain virus is literally the last thing I should be worried about catching?

C$J moves to the camera side and leans forward on the ropes. He swats a bottle away that was destined to hit him in the forehead.

C$J: Oh screw you. Screw all of you. There's bullet holes in the wall over there, and you think I'm a liar? You think I'm not nice? You think I should treat the "talent" a little better? Suck it up, losers. I came out here tonight to make an announcement, not pick up your trash. But, haha, maybe someone can hire that Strife kid to come out here and clean up after you heathens? It sure as hell won't be me. As far as he is concerned, Dom Strife is blacklisted from Carnage Wrestling.

The crowd doesn't relent and instead starts throwing all sorts of trash, and steel chairs, into the ring.

C$J: Keep it up. I dare you. You want my announcement to be that I've fired Axton Gunn, too? Ooh, I bet you people would hate that, wouldn't you. Or how about I fire Sebastian Hawke? Jonathan Willis? Or even better yet? How about I fire the entire roster and start over? Because, from the way I see it, none of you people are grateful. None. No one in the stands, and certainly no one in the back. And tonight, that changes for good.

St. James takes a step back toward the middle of the ring and smirks as he looks out into the crowd.

C$J: Because my big announcement is this. From now on...

Suddenly, the lights go out, and the crowd is stunned into silence.

The Carnage-tron screen comes to life... and standing in the Carnage Network Offices is Dr. Winn and his daughter, Cherie Von Allen!

C$J: What the?! Who in the hell-

Cherie Von Allen: Ahem. Excuse me. Before Mr. St. James chooses to finish that sentence, would somebody here at the Network please cut his mic?

St. James goes to talk into the microphone, but his voice doesn't come through. He tries screaming into it, but still nothing. He looks back up at the tron screen furiously.

Cherie Von Allen: Now, Mr. St. James, I apologize for the interruption. But before you go making any rash decisions, I think my Father has something that he wants to say to you. Dad?

Cherie looks over at Dr. Winn, who stares right into the camera through the eyeholes in his blue mask.

Dr. Winn: HEY FACKER, YOU'RE FIRED!

C$J looks up at the Tron screen like he has seen a ghost. The Carnage Legion in attendance tonight goes into an absolute frenzy! CSJ starts stomping around the ring saying that he can't do that. He rips off his own tie and shouts obscenities as he points up at Winn.

Cherie Von Allen: Actually, you're right, Christopher. My Father can't fire you. But I can. As you very well know, Carnage Wrestling is owned by the company known as the Carnage Network, not by you. And as a member and a representative of the board of directors, I feel like now is the perfect time to tell you that the Network has chosen to go in a... how should I put it... slightly different direction.

People in the crowd are already starting to sing their goodbye songs to St. James.

Cherie Von Allen: The truth is that I've been a member of the board of directors for quite some time, even back to Jason Bridges' awful tenure. And I do want to thank you, Mr. St. James, because you have done a lot for us in your time with the company. You've helped me and the rest of the board see that we don't really need another obnoxious prick running the place. So as of this moment, I would personally like to wish you the best of luck in all of your future endeavors.

CSJ looks livid but before he can argue, a new security team is out to physically escort CSJ away. He fights tooth and nail, but is subdued by sheer numbers and dragged out of the ring and up the rampway.

Cherie Von Allen: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to thank you all for your support for our fed by welcoming you all to a new era in Carnage Wrestling. We'll see you all in two weeks. Goodnight everybody!

The cameras catch CSJ as he takes one last look up at the Carnagetron screen as Cherie Von Allen and Dr. Winn wave. The end of the assholes era is now seemingly officially over.

Fade to the CW Network Logo.

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CHAOS 107 CREDITS:

Opening - Barbie

Segment - CHAMPION APPROACHING!! - Scott

Match 1 - Ragdoll Vs. Garbage Fence - Barbie

Segment - I Want my Belt Back - Silvio

Match 2 - Lord Raab vs. Zack Tyler - Ken

Match 3 - Zephyr Quinn Vs. Succubus - Mia

Segment - All Hope - Oliver

Match 4/Segment - Kyra Johnson Vs. Axton Gunn - Zen

Segment - Beyond the Belle - Mia/Joe

Match 4 (Again) - Silvio Leon Vs. The Avenger - Jay

Segment - Trent Steel Update - Jay

Match 5 - Casanova English Vs. Zach van Owen - Jay

Segment - C$J's Big Announcement - Chuck