Terra Skye: Well, apparently Sanchez is no longer in the building.
Johnny Vegas: That fucking bitch, Kyra. Rehiring you, and then going on a rampage against a referee? What the hell is wrong with her?!
Ray Payne: Mistah Sanchez is no longers employeed wif Carnage yo.
Johnny Vegas: Who in the hell cares? If he's not an employee, then he's a fucking civillian. She assaulted a civillian. I hope they cart her ass off to jail.
Terra Skye: She's been on edge lately, but do you blame her?
Johnny Vegas: YES!
Terra Skye: No. Her fiance has been making decisions without her, and in doing so, caused the world title match to be messed up at Act of Defiance. You'd be on edge too, if you were responsible for all of that, and you weren't even a part of the decisions.
Ray Payne: Miss Kyra didn't look guud yo.
Johnny Vegas: Fuck her.
CW Admin steps into the center of the ring, preparing to announce the main event of the evening.
CW Admin: This next match is the Main Event of the evening and is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!!!
"Whoa is Me" by Down With Webster hits the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing.
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
See me decked out from my head to my toe
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Everywhere I go I'm a one man show
Matt Stone
Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, showing off his vintage “Shut me up” T-shirt, shoving his title in people's faces as they shout at him. Stone stops about halfway down the ramp and holds up his arms, only to receive more heat from the capacity crowd, causing him to shake his head and mutter something under his breath. He wastes little time in heading over to the steps.
CW Admin: First to the ring, standing in at six feet even...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is the ‘Abominable Showman'....MATTTT STOOONNNEEEEE!!!”
Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner. He mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands into the air, shouting out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “You don't deserve to see me!” He shouts out, getting down and taking off his shirt. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away.
Johnny Vegas: This guy. Love him.
Terra Skye: He's an asshole... you two are made for each other.
Johnny Vegas: That, and he called Kyra ugly the other day. It was great.
Ray Payne: Miss Kyra is not ugly yo.
As Matt continues preparing for his opponent; The lights dim as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers. The strobes shift to red and continue to pulsate on the entrance-way, revealing the unmistakable, heavily tattooed silhouette of a man.
Jackson
CW Admin: And his opponent, standing tall at six foot, four inches and weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds... he is the former Carnage Champion, JAAACKKSOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Terra Skye: I know he just insulted me, and he really doesn't like me at all... but god damn.
Johnny Vegas: I wish he'd of killed you when he had the chance.
Ray Payne: Sheesh yo.
The screen crackles to life, showing heavy static that gradually fades to grainy and over-saturated footage of Jackson utterly demolishing various opponents interspersed with him either lifting weights or screaming obscenities into a microphone. Jackson stalks down the ramp with his baseball bat in hand, pausing for a second as he makes eye contact with the camera before letting a smirk cross his lips. Shaking his head, he climbs into the ring and immediately points at the camera before pounding his fist against his chest. Once in the ring, he glares out at the crowd, holding his bat aloft to huge heat before stepping between the ropes and stalking towards the center of the ring. Jackson stands there, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.
Boy: Lions in the den!
Johnny Vegas: Lets watch Stone kick the shit out of this old man.
Terra Skye: Pot.. Meet kettle.
The match doesn't even officially start out before Jackson charges towards Stone; but Stone takes the high route and simply dips out of the ring at the near ropes. The crowd boos as Stone hits the concrete floor boots first and immediately starts mocking them for coming. Stone motions towards the ring that he's not really feeling this fight tonight or perhaps ever at all. Jackson stands around inside the ring for a few moments with his hands on his hips, simply watching the antics going on at ringside and shaking his head. After a few moments, Jackson slides out of the ring via rolling underneath the bottom rope undetected. Matt Stone waves goodbye to the fans but is immediately stopped the moment he takes his first step onto the ramp. Jackson spins him around and decks him with a right hand that has the Abominable Showman landing hard back first on the metal grates! The Legion cheers The Dark Horse as he stands over Matt Stone with Senior Referee White Rey asking for Jackson to bring the action back into the ring so that he can officially start the match.
Ray Payne: Da Match has nots even started yets.
Terra Skye: I think Jax is still a little mad about what Stone said about his girlfriend earlier.
Johnny Vegas: Well, she dresses the part.
Terra Skye: I hope he comes over here and fucks you up, Johnny. Seriously.
Jackson shakes off the pain in his hand but he just may have added to the recovery time he was already looking at with that shot. He also shakes off the pleas of White Rey as he grabs Stone up by his head and slams him face first into the nearby barricade. Stone bounces off, scathed nonetheless, but manages to come back with a closed right fist of his own that catches Jax off guard. Stone tries to grab Jackson by the back of his head and slam him into the barricade as well, but Jackson is able to block the shot and instead deliver an elbow strike to Matt Stone's kidney area. Stone stumbles upward along the ramp a few steps, and then a few more when Jackson follows up with a double axe handle club along Matt Stone's back.
Boy: No ding.. ring a ling.
Johnny Vegas: Shut up.
White Rey stays put inside the ring, but both Jackson and Stone are working their way up the ramp now. Jackson goes for a second double axe handle smash but Stone is able to turn quick enough to plant a toe kick into Jackson's abdomen, doubling him over. This time, Stone is able to grab Jackson by the back of his head and guide him up to the top of the ramp to where the makeshift entry way is. Stone is successful in slamming Jackson's head into the steel trussing that makes up the entrance area. Jackson's head bounces off of the steel and he backpedals a bit groggy before Stone takes him down with a hard clothesline. The Legion boos now as Stone stands over Jackson and proclaims loudly how good he is.
Terra Skye: Oh please... this guy is too much sometimes.
Johnny Vegas: What? Because he IS as good as he says he is?
Ray Payne: I thinks he iz a lil cocky yo.
Johnny Vegas: It's not cocky if he can back it up. You all are just jealous.
Suddenly, there's a cheer when Jackson's boot flies upward and catches Stone in the hamstring area. Stone immediately abandons his gloating momentarily to grip the muscle and to take a scant limping step away. Jackson spins up to one knee yet Stone is there to pounce on him. Stone quickly applies a side headlock and uses the hold the pull Jackson back to his feet but fully under his control. Stone takes the opportunity to rain punches down along Jackson's forehead as he keeps the hold applied with one arm, or at least tries to. This is a bad idea, however, as Jackson simply reverses the headlock by taking Matt Stone's waist and hoisting him high in the air, dropping him down along the metal grates of the entrance ramp with a big back suplex! The legion cheers loudly as Stone clutches his back in pain!
Terra Skye: I don't know Johnny, looks like Jackson's still pretty damn good himself.
Johnny Vegas: Oh whatever. Lucky break.
White Rey is now insisting that both men make it back to the ring by trying to shout it across the arena, but his voice barely makes it over the crowd as Jackson grabs at the trussing to pull himself back to his feet. Matt Stone back on all fours now, Jackson steps forward and slams his shin into Stone's ribcage which sends him rolling over and once again onto his back in pain. Jackson comes forward and attempts an elbow drop but Stone has more than enough left in him to simply roll away and let Jackson try to elbow the metal grates instead. Both men down and in pain. Both trying to make it back to their feet first.
Ray Payne: Dis is intense yo. And da match isn't even starteds yet.
Johnny Vegas: You've said that already. God you're stupid
Terra Skye: You leave Ray alone you fucker.
Ray Payne: Thanks yah Miss Terra. Johnny is grumpy yo.
Stone and Jackson looking at each other, face to face and eye to eye, both on one knee as Stone is the first to throw a punch into Jackson's direction. Jackson takes the punch, and returns it with one of his own with the hurt fist that Jackson has been nursing ever since Act of Defiance. The pain stuns Jackson enough that Stone's able to reach forward and rake the eyes, drawing boos from the Legion but quickly gaining the upper hand in the process. Stone makes it back to his feet first, clutches Jackson in a quick front facelock, and drops right back down, drilling Jackson face first on the metal grates with a hard DDT. It seems like the air and the life is sucked out of the crowd instantly when Jackson comes in contact with the metal grates at the top of the entrance ramp. The maneuver seemed to be a double-edged sword however as Stone once again makes hard contact with the metal grates back first.
Johnny Vegas: There you go Stone!
Terra Skye: Please, that hurt him just as much as it hurt Jax.
Ray Payne: I dunno yo, I think dat Mistah Jax took da worsts of it yo.
Regardless of the pain he must be feeling in his back, Matt Stone is the first to rise to his feet, but he's stumbling over himself and using the trussing to keep his balance early. One hand on the metal trussing, the other reaching for his lower back, Stone pushes himself through to stomp down on the sides and shoulder areas of Jackson as Jax tries once again to get back up. Stone is able to get Jackson back down and even lays a vicious stomp to the injured hand of Jackson that has Jax screaming out at the very top of his lungs. The Legion boos loudly as Jackson clutches the hand before attempting to shove Matt Stone away. Stone responds with another swift stomp, this time to the chest of Jackson, sending him back down to the grates.
Johnny Vegas: He's relentless! I love it!
Terra Skye: Jackson isn't out of it yet.
Johnny Vegas: ...and there you go, ruining it by speaking. Everytime you do that, I get reminded that you aren't fired... and it makes me sad.
Terra Skye: Oh well. Glad I could ruin your night Johnny.
Stone looks out upon the crowd and listens to them boo him. He gives them a scowl and spits in their direction. Now disgusted, the Showman grabs the Dark Horse by his hair and pulls the man from the Netherlands back to his feet forcibly. Stone mocks Jackson by slapping Jackson across the face before spinning him around and hooking his arms. Stone has Jackson's arms clutched and he turns himself so that he has Jackson in position for Something Wicked, Jackson's own finishing maneuver! Stone nods his head as he's about to drop Jackson face first onto the grates with his own finisher, but Jackson finds a burst of strength and pushes Stone forward, running him face first into the trussing holding the entry curtain up!
Ray Payne: Hah yo!
Terra Skye: And that's what over confidence gets you... Haha!
Johnny Vegas: Whatever.
The crowd cheers loudly as Stone smacks the trussing face first and stumbles backwards right into the clutches of Jackson. Jackson hooks Stones arms, and now he turns himself to position Matt Stone for Something Wicked! Jackson is just about to drop Stone like a rock when at the last moment, Matt Stone is able to shove Jackson just enough to break the hold!
Johnny Vegas: See? Oh wait.... Jackson didn't get the move off either! HAHAHA!
Jackson spins around to catch Stone, but Stone leaps upward and catches Jackson with a C-C-Combo Breaker on the Entrance Ramp!
Johnny Vegas: And THAT'S what true talent looks like!
Terra Skye: Hey, Johnny... Get his dick out of your mouth, I can't understand what you're saying.
The impact jars Jackson greatly, sending him stumbling backwards and nearly off of the edge of the highest portion of the ramp itself, but Jackson never goes down. Meanwhile, Stone realizes the error of his ways quickly as he shoots back up off of the grates now with both hands clutching at his back. The combo breaker perhaps not the best idea at the time. Matt Stone looks up from a slouched to see a furious Jackson standing there with blood trickling down his face and just daring him to try that maneuver again. Both men cock their fists back to go at it once more, but that's when Carnage Wrestling security arrives!
Johnny Vegas: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?
Ray Payne: Whut is goin ons yo?
Terra Skye: The match hasn't begun, so I guess...
The Legion boos loudly as a swarm of CW Staffers burst through the curtain and begin to place themselves between Jackson and Matt Stone. Both men looking as if they'd like to continue this fight, even though Matt Stone is not nearly trying to fight through the mob half as feverishly as Jackson is. There are even more boos when Jackson tries desperately to get through the security only to earn himself a cheapshot right hand by Stone before more security guards arrive.
Terra Skye: What a coward!
Johnny Vegas: He's not a coward! He's a fucking opportunist! There's a difference!
Inside the ring, Ref White Rey informs timekeeper Boy to ring the bell and declares the match to be a no contest.
DING DING DING DING DING!!!!!
The boos grow even louder as the two men remain separated at the top of the entrance ramp while the match is thrown out.
CW Admin: By rule of Senior Carnage Referee White Rey, this match has been officially declared a no contest!
Johnny Vegas: That's okay, Stone would have kicked his ass anyway.
Terra Skye: No fucking way!
The boos are near deafening, yet Jackson doesn't seem to care about anything else right now other than to get his hands back on Matt Stone. Stone takes one look at Jackson, and another at the crowd, before deciding that his work here is done. Stone decides to make one more gesture towards the audience and specifically towards Jackson before simply turning his back and allowing security to escort him away. Meanwhile, it takes even more security guards to keep Jackson at bay.
Once Stone is out of sight, Jackson stalks back down the ramp, and walks around the ring to where White Rey is standing, and the two begin arguing!
Terra Skye: Looks like Jax isn't happy that Rey called the match.
Johnny Vegas: Oh boo fuckin hoo! Get over it!
Ray Payne: I guesses--
