Terra Skye: So, we get to see what's going on for the next episode of OWF Friday Night Addiction, this friday.
Johnny Vegas: CW Alumni CJ Wylde is in the main event against Robert Zodiac.. apparently he's going for his 12th contendership point, so that he can cash in for a chance at the World title at Blood Bath.
Ray Payne: Blood Baf yo, where Mistah Tweedah an Mistah Sabby is gunna be in da Pools of blood matches, yo.
Terra Skye: That's right! Tune in to OWF Blood Bath on August 7th and see our two guys!
Johnny Vegas: How about Mister Altus and his new lady friend?
Terra Skye: It's adorable.
Ray Payne: He luuks happy, yo.
Johnny Vegas: I don't know.. I don't think his partner is going to like this...
Terra Skye: It's none of his business! Anyway, onto the main event!
Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the Main Event of the evening! A coin flip will determine the stipulations for this match!
Johnny Vegas: Two of these interesting matches down, one to go. You can tell that the tensions between the two 'teams' is at an all time high.
Terra Skye: That much is obvious.
Ray Payne: Dings iz not gunna be guud yo, when dey gets tah We iz relents yo.
Johnny Vegas: Wow. I'm just going to let that go.. You fucking idiot.
The rapid, upbeat punk rock rhythm of 'Reckless and the Brave' by Baltimore local band All Time Low floods the Carnage Arena and the capacity crowd is on their feet. The curtains part and the Sandtown Kid explodes out onto the stage, hoisting both hands high over his head and proudly displaying the Ultraviolent Title.
Lucas Silva
Turning first to his left, and then to his right, he lingers on the stage long enough to show the people of Baltimore what they accomplished in Philadelphia, before dropping his right arm to his side and swinging the belt along as he makes his way down the ramp, the tail end of the title dragging on the ground, while the Sandtown Kid slaps five with the members of the crowd on his left. Approaching ringside, STK hands off the title belt to Boy at the timekeeper table, exchanging it for a microphone. Hoisting himself onto the apron and rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the Sandtown Kid takes his position in the center of the ring and throws a fist up over his head.
Sandtown Kid: Good evening, Baltimore! It is good to be.. home.
The crowd cheers, growing into a more organized chant of S-T-K. The Sandtown Kid smirks, beginning to pace about the ring while he speaks.
Sandtown Kid: Now at Ascension, we did just what we said we were going to do. We took the Ultraviolent Title away from some preppy, pretentious Canadian, and we brought it back home to Baltimore where it was always meant to go.
The crowd jumps in on the word 'Go', firing off a loud 'OH!' shout of Orioles support for the hometown hero.
Sandtown Kid: But then somebody had to go and do something to rain on my parachute. And I'm not just talking about Matt Stone pounding my head into mush after the match was over. I mean, he tried his damnedest to take me out; I'll give him that. But lucky for me, my talent hasn't ever really been above the shoulders.
There's some laughter, peppered by cries of 'Matt Stone sucks!', but the Sandtown Kid only continues over the top of them.
Sandtown Kid: You see, the problem here in Carnage Wrestling is that we've got a certain handful of jackasses who can't seem to keep their grubby fingers out of the cookie jar. And they've got this crazy idea that we're afraid of the Carnage. Well, let's just look and see, why don't we?
The Sandtown Kid points at the large video screen above the entrance where the clips cuts in from Ascension. The Sandtown Kid drilling Matt Stone through a ladder with so much force that it destroys the supports. Matt Stone slamming a table down over the Sandtown Kid's back while he climbs. The Sandtown Kid using a ladder to knock free an overhead table in a way that drops Stone twenty feet to a crashing blow, and sends a swinging table broken free from it's supports to bean STK in the skull. Matt Stone delivering the C-C-Combobreaker to STK onto a table elevated high above the ring.
Sandtown Kid: Doesn't look a couple of guys who are afraid to go Ultraviolent to me. You see, that's where they're wrong. That's where they're lying. It's not us that are afraid of the Carnage. It's THEM that are afraid of the Wrestling. Me, Lennox, Dazi, hell, even the new guy was right out there in the thick of things, not afraid to put our bodies on the line. We've never shied away from the violence. The difference is... we keep it in the ring. We hand that violence away as a part of real matches, part of the show that all you folks bought those tickets to see. If you want to see the Carnage, by God we'll give you what you want.
Johnny Vegas: I heard that this little prick gave Boy his title belt.
Ray Payne: Dats trues, yo.
Boy: It is not my fault that I am more reliable as the rest of you.
The audience screams their approval, building to a crescendo, but Sandtown Kid draws the microphone across his neck with a cut throat gesture that commands silence almost as quickly as the cheers began.
Johnny Vegas: He just called us unreliable. You son of a Bitch.. I should have signed you up for Pool of Blood!
Terra Skye: Shut up Johnny.
Sandtown Kid: That's what Carnage Wrestling is built on: the WRESTLING is Carnage. Now granted, I haven't been here that long, but I don't believe that real wrestling has ever meant that the tag team champions two on one some million-year-old cameraman and put him in the hospital. I don't know what part of wrestling says you beat up the timekeeper, or that you get together for a five on one beat down against a hundred pound girl because you're not actually talented enough to take her in the ring. Both Wrath and Altus had matches with Melody Lennox in the past month, and she's still undefeated. If those guys were so damn great, then maybe one of them could actually back it up in a real damn match.
Sandtown Kid grows more animated and visibly upset as he slams both fists down over the top turnbuckle, sending the ropes jarring and bouncing around the ring.
Sandtown Kid: No. We're not afraid of the Carnage. They're afraid of the Wrestling. They want to pretend to be the big tough guys, but when it comes time to deliver in the ring, they just aren't good enough. So what do they do? They throw their little temper tantrums and they kick and scream and take it out on anyone who can't actually defend themselves. They aren't badasses. They aren't even bullies. They're freaking babies. So c'mon, Cynder Hendricks, why don't you march your happy little ass down to the ring, and I'll give you the spanking your Mom and Dad should have dished out years ago. It's time these spoiled punk ass bitches finally got what they deserve.
Another rousing chorus of Oooohs and cheers as Sandtown Kid runs his mouth, biting off more than he can chew.
Sandtown Kid: Oh, and one more thing. Die, Tweever!
Johnny Vegas: Oh Good and gentle Jesus...
Boy: DIE TWEEVER!! Tweever have to die. He is fully aware of that. He will understand what I am saying, more than any of you the pagans. You are the people who appalled me. He is a man who has been murdered every Tweever worst way possible. Good you! Go!
Terra Skye: Here he goes... Why Silva? WHY?
Ray Payne: I dink is guud dat Boy iz passionates about sumthin, yo.
Terra Skye: He's passionate about murdering another human being!
Ray Payne: It'z sumthin yo.
The house lights blacken out and the scratching riff breaks into a into a scream where the house lights come on again to find Cynder in the crowd from the second tier seating. The steady drum percussion while the screams come from not only the music but the crowd as well whom thrusts fist up at every scream given in some with the drum beat and guitar riff raging. She makes her way through the crowd as they all start to move out of her way but as well touch her while the lyrics come:
This grave of life, I give to you
Ignore what was, you know it's true
Realms of fear, they speak the truth
What has past, I hand to you
Cynder Hendricks
Matt Wylde: And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds... she is the Baltimore City Champion... CYNDERRR HENDRICKSSSS!!!!
Johnny Vegas: Silva, the little bastard, he better not underestimate her.
Terra Skye: What side are you on, exactly?
Johnny Vegas: I'm on the side of not being brutalized by these fuckers. That and I hate Sandtown kid. With a passion.
Ray Payne: Yo, Mistah Soundtown does not does nuffin to you, yo.
When she reaches the ring she slides over the metal rail and goes towards a folded tan chair in the nearest corner, climbing it with the help of fans to stand on the top of the rail as the chorus bleeds out and her mouth moves with the words while her arms are put out to the sides in a crucifixion pose as her head goes back to close her eyes and take in the pop for her, good or bad.
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through
Bleed for me, I've bled for you….
The screams in the song sound again with fists being thrust up again with her doing the same with the crowd. She hops down to slide into the ring and rush into the opposite ropes back first, flipping her blonde braids back and locking her arms over the top rope to lean lazily into and bounce her head to the song fade out.
Senior Referee White Rey steps into the ring, holding a coin, ready to flip it to determine tonights Main events stipulations.
Matt Wylde: Again, Heads will be Standard rules, and Tails will be Ultraviolent Rules!
Terra Skye: Lets see, we've had one of each tonight... which one will we get here?!
Johnny Vegas: I don't know but these two have proven that it doesn't really matter the stipulations. I think they'll be okay either way.
Ray Payne: I dink dat dey bof prolly wunts a you-vee matches, yo.
White Rey throws the coin up into the air, as both contenders and everyone inside the ring watch it fall to the mat!
Everyone leans in once again, to see what the coin says!
Matt Wylde: This match will be contested under... ULTRAVIOLENT RULES!!!
Immediately Hendricks lunges for Silva, catching him off guard – laying down a couple stiff forearms, pushing Silva back into the far corner as Matt Wylde climbs out of the ring. White Rey backs away, and calls over to Boy for the opening bell!
DING DING!!
Boy: Under things with the oranges!! Having the match we will!
Terra Skye: Okay, I don't know what he's saying this time.
The opening bell rings and Cynder Hendricks begins to encircle her opponent around the ring. Lucas Silva shows early signs that he's still moving a bit slugglishly from his match at Ascension. The two wrestlers lock up in the center of the ring and Kattunge quickly takes a rear waste lock, then picks the ankles of the Sandtown Kid to flop him down onto the mat on his stomach. STK sits out before Hendricks can capitalize; Hendricks has to change her plans quickly and takes a weak-side headlock instead. Sandtown Kid easily stands up even though the headlock is applied. He walks Hendricks back to the southern ropes before shoving her off towards the far side of the ring. Hendricks runs across the ring and returns with Sandtown Kid waiting. STK with a big shoulder tackle that takes Cynder down, and the crowd cheers. STK takes off for the east side ropes and bounds off of them, Kattunge with a quick recovery throws her body over for a trip but Silva manages to hop over her and continue across the ring. Kattunge pulls herself back to her feet and meets STK in the center of the ring with a monkey flip that sends him high into the air and over onto his back. STK sits up as he clutches his lower back. The reaction opens him up for a running low dropkick from Kattunge. Silva takes the dropkick and moves over onto his stomach; Hendricks comes in for an elbow drop but Silva manages to move. Silva gets back to his feet but so does Hendricks. Silva swings at Hendricks with a right hand but Hendricks ducks and lands a straight knuckle shot to Silva's ribcage/midsection that has Silva in a lot of pain!
Johnny Vegas: Are we sure this is an Ultraviolent match?
Terra Skye: I'm impressed that these two didn't go straight for the weapons.. It's nice to see some good old wrestling out of them.
Ray Payne: Yo don'ts speaks too soons, yo... den dey will goes fur da weaponz, yo.
Silva backs into the southeast corner where Kattunge is all over him. She continues with a few fist-shots to his midsection followed by stomps when Silva slides down to the mat. Senior Referee can do nothing because of the rules, even when Hendricks uses her boot to practically choke the life out of Silva right there before him. Hendricks breaks the choke up herself on what would have been the count of five as she grabs Silva by his hair to direct him back to his feet. Once standing, Hendricks has a few choice words for her opponent before drilling him with a 180 degree spinning facebuster.
Terra Skye: She calls that the Borough Beatdown! Beautiful facebuster!
Hendricks plans the UltraViolent Champion's face into the mat and goes quickly for the cover!
One!
Two!
Sandtown Kid showing heart early by kicking out of that big time move.
Ray Payne: I is surpriseded tah see a big moves so earlies outta dese guyz, yo.
Johnny Vegas: I'm not. They want to win. They want to show that they're the best... It's not really that hard to figure out.
Boy: Figure out Pineapples!
Johnny Vegas: Apparently they want to figure out pineapples too.
Hendricks is the first back to her feet and momentarily gives White Rey a piece of her mind. She turns to see STK working his way back up to a vertical base. Hendricks screams out like an animal as she charges forward and punt kicks STK in the ribs on his way up – Lucas Silva rolls over clutching his midsection and coughing. Still, though, Silva works to fight his way back up to his feet even though Kattunge is there with a volley of toe kicks. The last kick helps Silva back up to a vertical base, though he stumbles backwards just barely catching the east top rope to keep himself up. The crowd begins to cheer for STK as he starts to fight back. Silva catches Kattunge off guard with a toe kick of his own that lands flush in her abdomen, doubling her over just enough that he can follow up with one of his textbook clotheslines. STK is quick to stay on his opponent, though, as Hendricks works to roll herself over onto her stomach as Silva slides down on his knees to add a flurry of mounted punches to the back of her head. Silva, on one knee, takes a modified front chancery by mistake as he invents a new way to pull his opponent up without giving her enough freedom to escape. Once standing he releases her just in time that he can cock his right fist back to connect with her left temple. Hendricks stumbles backward toward the west side ropes. STK charges forward looking for a huge clothesline over the ropes, but instead gets dumped over them when Kattunge ducks and pulls the top rope down at the same time! STK hits the pads on the floor with a thud and comes up clutching his ribcage.
Terra Skye: And we've officially become Ultraviolent... I think.
Johnny Vegas: It's never good when they go outside the ring, so I think you're right, Terra.
Ray Payne: It wuz nice while it lasteded, yo.
Senior Referee White Rey makes his way outside of the ring first to check on Lucas Silva, but Kattunge is a quick second when she slides out of the ring herself. She pulls Silva back up by her hair, and despite warnings that White Rey gives them about fighting on the outside of the ring, Kattunge throws Silva right back into the ring. Silva rolls underneath the bottom rope, almost to the center of the ring. Kattunge is quick to follow in to mount the UltraViolent Champion to send a flurry of right and left hands down onto his face as well. There are moments where both of Sandtown Kid's shoulders are down and White Rey almost counts – then the Baltimore City Champion finishes her volley with a hard headbutt before dropping down upon her opponents chest to make an actual cover!
One!
Two!
Sandtown Kid kicks out at two and three quarters! The Carnage Legion momentarily cheers.
Ray Payne: Miss Kittys luking tah put Mistah Soundtown aways quicks yo.
Terra Skye: She's got a mean streak, that's for damn sure... but you can never count out Lucas Silva. '
Johnny Vegas: He's a bastard, that's what he is.
Boy: NO! You say no things... you say NO things.
Johnny Vegas: Really? God damnit...
Kattunge pulls herself up and this time doesn't bother with Referee White Rey at all. She doesn't work to pull Sandtown Kid up, either; instead she moves towards the south ropes and pulls herself through them to stand on the outside ring apron. She sets her feet and waits for STK to begin to stir; watching him closely like a hawk sees their prey. Sandtown Kid works to bring himself back to a vertical base, but instead of facing the south side he finds himself looking towards the north side of the ring with no clue of where his opponent is. Kattunge knows that the time is now as she pulls down on the top rope, using it to spring herself upward onto it. STK hears the movement behind him and squares up with the south ring ropes, only to see Kattunge flying inward at him with a springboard from the outside! Kattunge looks as if she's going for a springboard ddt, but Sandtown Kid lowers his head and spears her out of midair! The impact is huge and the Carnage Legion roars! Sandtown Kid's spear drills her into the mat so hard that STK pops up and nearly falls off to the side. Instead he is able to use his arms to keep his balance, to fall down on top of the Baltimore City Champion instead! Cover!
One!
Two!
Thr-Hendricks kicks out just before the count of three! A big “Ohhh” from the Legion in response!
Terra Skye: That spear was huge!
Ray Payne: But it wuz nots enoughz tah win da match. Miss Kitty iz a toughie, yo.
Johnny Vegas: I can't even insult anyone anymore... Fucking Boy always gotta say something.. Motherfucker...
Boy: ORANGES.
Johnny Vegas: I didn't say anything!
Lucas Silva pulls his head up and looks over at Senior Referee White Rey who is holding up two fingers to signify the count. Breathing hard, his arm draped over his ribs, Silva stands up and nods to White Rey as he knows that there is work left to be done. Silva is a bit slower to his feet, as this match goes on it becomes more and more apparent that Silva was not one-hundred percent at the beginning of this one. Silva reaches down to grab Hendricks to bring the Baltimore City Champion back to her feet; Hendricks reaches up and clutches STK in a small package!
One!
Two!
Thr-Sandtown Kid flails his legs and just manages to break free right before White Rey's hand hit the mat for the third time!
Ray Payne: She almostz hads him dere yo!!
Johnny Vegas: He's obviously not at one hundred percent. She's obviously taken advantage of that fact, but I'm honestly surprised that there hasn't been more, well.. ultraviolence.
Terra Skye: Me too. When they went out of the ring earlier, I was convinced that was it.. considering what went down with Altus and Dazi.. but they ended up getting back into the ring.
Ray Payne: I iz surpriseded too, yo.
This time now, both Carnage Champions are quick to get up, and they both turn towards each other and deck one another with a solid double-clothesline. With both competitors down, the Carnage Legion is left to watch both of their chests rise and fall with each deep breath they take, searching for precious oxygen. Under normal rules, White Rey would initiate a standing ten-count right now; but instead he can only check on both competitors to make sure that they are well enough to continue on with the match. As White Rey checks on Sandtown Kid, there's a commotion that's coming from the audience. Soon, the OWF Network hard camera shoots over to the entrance ramp where Tweeder, the UltraViolent Icon, is seen standing at the top of the ramp. All eyes in the Carnage Arena are on Tweeder now as he slowly makes his way down the ramp towards the ringside area uninvited.
Tweeder
Boy: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!
Johnny Vegas: First off, its OK that you want him to die? But it's not okay that I want Sandtown prick to eat a razor blade?! SERIOUSLY?!
Terra Skye: Oh come on.. This match was going JUST fine without any interference!!!
Ray Payne: It jus figurez, yo... It jus figurez.
Senior Referee White Rey leans over the west side ropes and yells at Tweeder to stay out of the match and mind his own business. Tweeder grins as he shrugs. Inside the ring, both STK and Kattunge are stirring. Each of them more focused on the other to notice that Tweeder is here. Both competitors stand up, STK with his back towards the west side ropes; and they begin to trade hard blows. Kattunge throws big knuckle shots with her right fist – and Kid replies to the Baltimore City Champion in kind. Just when it looks like that Sandtown Kid is about to get the upperhand, Kattunge throws another toe-kick to try to set him up, but STK catches it – and Hendricks reverses that with a masterful enzuigiri kick. Kid crumbles down to the mat holding the back of his head, and Kattunge shoots a half for the cover!
One!
Two!
Sandtown Kid kicks out just before three! The Legion cheers loudly!
Terra Skye: He kicked out! YES!
Johnny Vegas: * Grumbles *
Boy: YES! THINGS ARE GOOD YES!!
Kattunge remounts her opponent, throwing hard elbow shots down into his face as Kid is practically helpless, taking the brunt of the blows. It appears for a moment, at least, that Kid will stay down as Hendricks makes her way over towards the northwest corner of the ring. She stops on the ring apron, however, when she notices that Tweeder is standing out on the west side of the ring. Without much to think about it, she shakes her head and climbs the turnbuckles anyway. Sandtown Kid works slowly to try to sit up, but Kattunge has him scouted the entire way. The moment that STK places his hand down on his knee to push himself off, the Baltimore City Champion is already leaping off of the turnbuckles, and she catches him right in the center of the chest with a beautiful missile dropkick! The air is sucked out of the crowd as Kattunge crawls over to the UltraViolent Champion and covers him!
One!
Two!
Thr-NO! STK somehow manages to kick out! Tweeder throws his arms up in the air, he can't believe it!
Ray Payne: I cannotz beleivez it yo!
Terra Skye: Me either! That and I can't believe that Tweeder hasn't interjected himself into this one yet!
Johnny Vegas: Give him time... We know how he is.
Boy: He is the dead kind.
Ray Payne: No.. Boy.. he iz nots, yo. He iz livins.
Hendricks is back up, and this time she's in full-yell mode with White Rey, who is having none of her crap. She decides that it's best to take out her frustrations on Silva, and turns back to face him. She's happy to see that Silva is now really favoring the midsection, and is slow back to his feet. She stalks her opponent from behind even as the Carnage Legion warns Silva that danger lurks around his next turn. Silva plants both of his feet down on the center of the mat, and he turns right into Cynder's clutches as she sets him up for a Ranhei – also known as an SOS! She has Silva for a moment, but as she kicks her leg forward, STK manages to slip out of her grasp! Silva spins to his right, Kattunge to her left. Kattunge uses the nearby ropes to springboard herself upward with a springboard twisting cross-body block, but Silva manages to duck it and catch her on his shoulders! The crowd in the Carnage Arena roars to life and shoots up to their feet when Silva turns and appears to have Hendricks in the perfect position for a Safe Haven Drop! But when Silva turns, he sees Tweeder right in front of him, who kicks him in the gut, and DRILLS HIM WITH AN IMPLANT DDT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!
Terra Skye: OH MY GOD.
Johnny Vegas: Told you. There's the well known Ruck Over...
Ray Payne: Dey dids not needz Mistah Tweedahs helps, yo. I does not undahstandz.
The Carnage Legion is fuming and furious, as is Senior Referee White Rey who can do absolutely nothing about it. Tweeder stands over the down-and-out Sandtown Kid and soaks in the jeers of the audience. Kattunge pulls herself up to one knee, and then Tweeder helps her the rest of the way. Tweeder points towards the northwest corner and directs Kattunge to take herself back up to the top rope.
Terra Skye: COME ON!!!
Ray Payne: Not like dis yo!
Boy: HATES!!
Johnny Vegas: I can't see much wrong with this here... I mean it's an UV match, and I hate Silva... so it's a win win for me...
Terra Skye: SHUT YOUR FACE!!
The entire Carnage Legion is sick to their stomachs as Kattunge climbs to the top rope. Tweeder grabs Sandtown Kid's arms and holds them high above his head pressed down to the canvas. Cynder Hendricks pauses for a moment, then after giving it thought she leaps into the air and connects with a beautiful and deadly corkscrew moonsault that catches Sandtown Kid across the chest – where it will hurt him the most. Hendricks clutches her own chest as she drapes her arms over STK and White Rey makes the cover..
One!
Two!
Three!!
DING DING DING!!
The crowd erupts in a full chorus of boos as the Baltimore City Champion pins the UltraViolent Champion!
Matt Wylde: ..and here is your winner, the CW Baltimore City Champion, CYNDER HENDRICKS!!
Terra Skye: I hope they're happy.
Johnny Vegas: I'm sure they are.
Ray Payne: Dis a pities, yo. Dey hads a guud matches goin, yo.
Tweeder waits for Hendricks to get back to her feet, and seems like he is going to help her, but decides to pull Silva back up to his feet instead. Tweeder brings the UltraViolent Champion back out to the center of the ring and drills him a second time with a vicious Ruck Over DDT! Senior Referee White Rey has to work to pull Tweeder away from STK as security guards flood the ring. Cynder Hendricks stands tall in the center of the ring and takes her Baltimore City Championship Belt from Boy so that she can show the world who was victorious here tonight.
Boy: YOU HAS THE STINKS! STINKS! DIE TWEEVER!!!
Terra Skye: You tell them Boy!
The show begins to fade out with Hendricks and Tweeder standing over the downed STK. Team Carnage looking stronger and more unified than ever before.
Johnny Vegas: It's looking like Carnage reigned supreme tonight.
Ray Payne: Not trues.. Mistah Hendrix winned his match, yo.
Terra Skye: Yeah, but what Johnny is saying is that Tweeder, Altus and Cynder all won their matches... Team Wrestling needs to regroup and come back at Chaos 23 and kick some ass.
Johnny Vegas: I'd agree... but... nah.
Boy: You says things and then you dont.
Johnny Vegas: Indeed I do.. Now, what do you say we go home?
Terra Skye: It does look like we're out of time here tonight! We'll see you all at Chaos Twenty Three, LIVE on the OWF Network! Goodnight!
