PreShow: Declaring WAR

 

The scene opens up to the front of the Carnage arena. Dazi Miyashita is sitting on the steps, staring out at the sky.

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

Dazi Miyashita: Ya know, there are two sides to this ever growing story of Carnage Wrestling. There is the Carnage side and the wrestling side.

 

A smirk appears on her face, fans lining up outside the building, waving over at her and wanting autographs. She just sits there, waving back but not really moving much.

 

Dazi Miyashita: The carnage side...its what made me Ultraviolent champion. Every ounce of blood I spilled? It was to bring honor to that title. Every ounce of sweat I poured out? It was to make that title mean something. Yet....something is happening in Carnage. There are people that have come in, declaring war and making what was supposed to be friendly competition turn into nightmare after bloodbath after nightmare after bloodbath. None more obvious than when several of the roster turned their attention toward our Carnage world champion, Melody Lennox.

 

She looks down, pulling a gold coin out of her pocket. Staring at it for a moment, she flips the coin, catching it. Smiling as it landed, she nodded to herself and stood up.

 

Dazi Miyashita: So I have taken it upon myself to stand by the side of Melody. I am also declaring war on everyone that has come into carnage thinking that for one moment you can take over our company. Just because you think you are bad does not make you that way. Just because you think interfering and laying people out makes you golden? Fuck that. Start busting that ass in the ring. SHOW EVERYONE why you all claim to be the best? I stand on the side of team wrestling because I KNOW that WE are the best. Can you say the same for your team?

 

She brushes off her jeans and starts to head inside, a smile on her face the whole time.

 

Dazi Miyashita: Tonight Carnage, I get to expose your weakest link. By the end of the war? Every single one of you will be dead to rights. Enjoy your time in the land of the living. Because everyone has to pay the queen sooner or later.

 

The scene closes as the door shuts behind Dazi, cameras fading out.

 

 

 

PreShow: Not Gone, Unforgotten

 

A few minutes before showtime, as the Legion continues piling into the arena - the Lights dim and the CarnageTron flutters to life. We see old video with a black and white filter set to music... it looks like old Carnage Wrestling Footage!

 

Come on over… come unglued…
It’s not easy to see all of you
Help yourselves., Help is on the way
Well there’s nothing to lose so now, I have something to say

 

Shots of the Carnage Arena as it looked neatly seven years ago are shown first, then footage of Carnage fans lined up outside the arena, waiting to enter and witness Carnage Wrestling's first ever show.

 

Maybe we can all recognize a moment of silence
Maybe we can finally agree on the same point of view
A long time ago we believed… and we were united

 

The screen quickly cuts to slowed down footage of an injured Sinc Mercier slowly making his way up the ramp with a limp. Next we see Dark shadow pulling himself to his feet using the ropes, face covered in blood. Another shot shows Tweeder struggling to keep his balance simply standing in the ring, blood dripping down his face and staining the canvas. Several more shots of Carnage Wrestling stars putting their body through hell are shown. And then, some quick shots of fans holding signs high int he air in support of their personal favorites. Signs for Quentin Sharpe, Phoenix Matsuda, Dark Shadow and Tweeder can be seen, among others.

 

So the last thing on Earth I am ready to do is say… Goodbye

 

The word 'Goodbye' appears on the screen in large bold letters, but slowly begins to move upward. The word slides upwards out of view and is replaced with something else in bold, red letters; 'Hello'.

 

A long time ago we discovered that nothing could stop us
This hasn’t torn us apart so nothing ever will
How can we know where we are if the sun is behind us?
But this moment will show us the rest of our lives
No one is going to save us this time
No one can know what we’re feeling…
So don’t even try

 

Footage instantly cuts away to more old footage, now in color and with a completely different tone to match the energetic guitar riffs and drums the music has taken on. First on screen, Sinc Mercier makes his entrance at an ancient Carnage event. Next Kyra Johnson poses onstage, then Dr. Winn strides down the ramp with the Masked Debators at his flank. El Sainto raises his hands to the sky in the center of the ring, and the next shot shows Virus grabbing the ropes and shaking them up and down with enthusiasm. After the last lyric the music slowly fades away and the CarnageTron fades to black, only to fade in on a new scene. A man with shoulder-length black hair stands with his back to the Carnage Legion, and the flag draped across his shoulders simply reads 'Carnage'. The man begins to speak.

 

Joseph War: I've had years to think about this. Who to talk to, where to begin. What to do once I finally come home. It's going to be a long, wild ride. So I only have one question for you, Carnage Legion. Did you miss me?

 

Joseph War

 

The man begins to turn his head to face the camera, but we only get a quick shot of his painted grinning face before the feed slam-cuts to one sentence.

 

GET READY FOR WAR.

 

Music kicks in again as the CarnageTron lingers on these words, but now it's an entirely different song.

 

The status-quo is not a punishment, but now it feels like home!

 

 

 


23rd Edition - August 8th, 2016
The Carnage Arena - Baltimore, Maryland
Tonight's Attendance: 1591

 

Exclusively on the

 

 

 

Monday Night Chaos LIVE! (22) Ringside Staff

 

Commentators Ring Announcer Time Keeper
Johnny Vegas Ray Payne Terra Skye Matt Wylde Boy

 

Senior Referee Referees
White Rey Ref Jeff Silent Cal Ed Hawkersby

 

 

 

“Uprising” by Muse begins playing over the PA system as the live shot begins high above the packed Carnage Arena, taking in every angle of this new and improved arena, once again; decked out in orange and red for tonight's event! The camera pans around the venue, watching as every member of the loyal Carnage Legion files into the arena, practically filling the place up! The crowd begins cheering as the lights dim slightly, indicating that showtime is drawing nearer!

 

The hard camera pans around the arena, as the Legion gets settled in their seats! Suddenly the view changes as the camera switches to the one set up in front of the GREATEST Announce team in Professional Wrestling: Johnny Vegas, Terra Skye, Ray Payne... and Boy. They sit for a moment, talking amongst themselves until the camera operator motions to them that we are now LIVE on the OWF Network!

 

Terra Skye: HELLO Carnage Legion!

 

Johnny Vegas: Welcome! To Chaos Twenty Motherfuc--

 

Ray Payne: Dey toldz us tah stops cussin so muches, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You interrupted me!

 

Ray Payne: I wuz jus saysin dat--

 

Terra Skye: Welcome to Chaos Twenty Three folks! I'm Terra Skye!

 

Ray Payne: I iz Ray Paynez yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: And I'm Johnny 'Can't get a word in edgewise' Vegas!

 

Boy: I AM BUT A BOY.

 

Terra Skye: And that's Boy.

 

Boy: AND THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW!

 

Ray Payne: Everyones knowz about yah Boy.

 

Johnny Vegas: And many wish they didn't.

 

Terra Skye: Regardless, we're glad that you all came out to Chaos tonight, or are watching it Live on the OWF Network!

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, yeah.. whatever. Can we just get on with it.

 

Ray Payne: Does not be's like dat Johnnie.

 

Johnny Vegas: YOU interrupted me. YOU can't tell me how to be. YOU'RE a PRICK!

 

Terra Skye: I mean, we ARE on a Nationally televised show now... You'd think we could be a little classier.

 

Johnny Vegas: NO!

 

Ray Payne: I haz da agreez wif Miss Te--

 

Johnny Vegas: FUCK NO! WE ARE WHO WE ARE!

 

Boy: DARK ROOM!

 

Johnny Vegas: TELL EM BOY!

 

Terra Skye: Well this is going down hill awful quick. We're not even two minutes into the broadcast.

 

Ray Payne: Shulds has knowned yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm gonna keep being me, Bitches. THEY LOVE ME.

 

Terra Skye: Whatever, Johnny. Lets just talk about what's on tap for tonight's Chaos.. shall we?

 

Ray Payne: I dink we shalls, yo.

 

Boy: Riverdance!

 

Johnny Vegas: Lets.

 

Terra Skye: I guess I'll start. Joseph War is taking on Trey Maddox in his return match to Carnage Wrestling. Another old face from Carnage's old days is making their presence known again. I think it's exciting, personally.

 

Johnny Vegas: Personally, I think Joseph War can suck a dick.

 

Ray Payne: You only sayz dat cuz he hurted Mistah Stones, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I kinda found that humorous.

 

Johnny Vegas: Of course you would! You're a CUNT.

 

Terra Skye: Let's not forget that Trey Maddox was successful in his first match at Chaos twenty two. He looked great out there against Cameron Kaiser, who, might I add.. Is no longer employed with Carnage Wrestling.

 

Ray Payne: If yah cant's keeps up wif da fires.. get outtah da watah, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: …. What? That had NOTHING to do with Maddox.. the man that I am now rooting for to beat the PISS out of Stupid Mister War face with the video package before we even came out.

 

Terra Skye: I thought it was pretty cool.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not as cool as watching Trey Maddox beat him up.

 

Ray Payne: Wells, yo.. We gets tah sees Miss Marisol takes on Miss Stokies agains yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Ah. Marisol. The lovely Marisol. She'll take my mind off of.. well, you know.

 

Terra Skye: Their first match at Ascension was a great bout. I'm sure this one is going to be no different.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Stokies winned dere last matches, yo. I wundah if she'z gunna go two's an ohhs, yo?

 

Terra Skye: Marisol is coming off of a huge win against Matt Stone. She's got momentum on her side.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but Nina has a show off on her side. She's going to be fresh and ready to go against Marisol.

 

Ray Payne: I guesses we will see's yo. Whut abouts dis next sets of coin flip matches, yo?

 

Terra Skye: We've got John Ojeda going up against Dazi Miyashita this week. She took on Gary Altus at Chaos twenty two, and she put in a valient effort, but she didn't come out victorious...

 

Ray Payne: Maybe she will haz bettah lucks againsts da odah halfs of da Kills machines, yo. Mistah Headed iz cumin off of ah loss againsts Mistah Wyatt yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: He'd better get something going, because Altus is rolling on all cylenders and Ojeda is starting to putter out.

 

Terra Skye: I can't disagree with you there. But Dazi is coming off of a couple losses herself, so which one is going to capitalize?

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know. I feel like that one could go either way. What about Altus going up against Lucas Silva.. the little prick.

 

Ray Payne: I feels dat eidah ways yo, dat dat is gunna be a closes one.

 

Terra Skye: For sure, Ray. But Lets not forget that at Chaos twenty two, Silva lost to Cynder Hendricks after Tweeder interfered.

 

Boy: TWEEEEVER!

 

Ray Payne: Don'ts worries, yo... Mistah Tweedah iz not heah tonites, yo. He iz in Japanies.

 

Johnny Vegas: He competited in the Pool of Blood match last night at OWF's Blood Bath along with our very own Sabiru.

 

Terra Skye: That's true, but we'll talk about that later in the show. For now, lets get back to what happened last show. Silva was really upset that Tweeder did that, but I honestly don't think he should've expected anything less. It is Tweeder afterall, and Tweeder is the number one contender to Silva's belt.

 

Ray Payne: I dink dat Mistah Soundtown iz mads enufs tah beat up Mistah Shovel yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: NO!

 

Terra Skye: It's going to be a great match, regardless of the stipulations. And our main event this evening, Melody Lennox back in action against Cynder Hendricks. What do you guys think?

 

Johnny Vegas: I think Melody better watch herself. Especially if this match ends up being an Ultraviolent Contest.

 

Ray Payne: I dink dat Miss Mellie can holds her owns, yo. I has no worries.

 

Johnny Vegas: Of course you don't. You always see everything as Kittens and puppy dogs you bag of shit.

 

Terra Skye: JOHNNY!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh shut your pie hole bitch. Lets get on with the show, and see What Maddox has got for Joey Poo Poo War. Okay?

 

Terra Skye: Well, Johnny.. you see, I'm the LEAD commentator. I have the HEADSET... So I decide when we move on. And the headset is telling me that that moment is....

 

Ray Payne: Waits fur it...

 

Johnny Vegas: I hate you so much.

 

Boy: Minutes for the Oranges!

 

Johnny Vegas: God you're such a fucking Bit--

 

Terra Skye: NOW!!!!!

 

 

 

Match One: Trey Maddox Vs. Joseph war

 

Johnny Vegas: I really do hate you.

 

Terra Skye: I know. And it's great.

 

Ray Payne: I wishes dat yah wulds not fights, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, you can wish in one hand, and shit in the other and see which--

 

Terra Skye: You are grotesque.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not as grotesque as your FACE!

 

Matt Wylde steps into the ring for the first time tonight, ready to announce tonight's show!

 

Matt Wylde: Good Evening everyone! This first match is scheduled for one fall!

 

“Members Only Jacket Music” by Nu Revolution begins to play. Trey Maddox walks out from behind the curtain with an intense look to his eyes. Glancing from side to side, Trey then strides down to the ring coolly.

 

Trey Maddox

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, hailing from Ocean City, Maryland and weighing in at Two hundred pounds... he is TREY MADDOXXXX!!!!

 

As he walks, he interacts with some fans and fist pounds a few before getting to the ring and rolling under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Trey jumps on the middle turnbuckle, holding his hands up in front of him and holding up the devil horn gesture on each one. As he jumps down, the music fades and he leans up against the corner, smirking.

 

Terra Skye: I wonder what's going on between he and Miss Hendricks.

 

Johnny Vegas: You're fucking nosy. Stay the hell out of it!

 

Ray Payne: You iz nosies too, yo. So I does nots wunts yah tah says nuffin abouts it, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I only ask because those two would prove to be a powerful alliance. Both very talented wrestlers.

 

The powerful introduction of "Silence in the Snow" begins, heralding the arrival of the Violent Messiah. Slowly War steps into view, wearing his ring gear and a long rose-red coat. His hair is down around his ears and face, and shielding his features from view is a white mask lacking any intricate features, with narrowed eyes and an ivory color broken only by a single black 'W' under the left eye. Stopping, he begins to remove the mask, completing his task just as "Silence in the Snow" comes into full swing.

 

Joseph War

 

Matt Wylde: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds... Making his Carnage Wrestling return.... He is JOSEPH WARRR!!!!!

 

Dropping the mask to the ground, Joseph immediately sheds his coat and makes long strides towards the ring, checking his elbow pads as he goes. He slides into the ring on his stomach and then rolls to his feet. Once inside the ring he looks to Trey Maddox with a mask of murder before taking to the opposite corner of the ring.

 

Johnny Vegas: This guy was alright back in the day... but now I have no good for him.

 

Terra Skye: Stone is gone. Deal with it.

 

Johnny Vegas: I HAVE! And I still hate War for it!

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Wars luks like he wunts tah makes anothah statements tonites, yo.

 

Referee Ed Hawkersby steps into the ring, and towards both competitors, speaking with a tone loud enough so that they can both hear over the cheers, boos and side conversations taking place throughout the Legion. War and Maddox continue to stare one another down from their opposite corners. Both men bounce on their heels and work to loosen up their bodies while Hawkersby checks both men for illegial items, and calls out to Boy for the opening bell!

 

Boy: The evenings has it been said that the time has come for the starts to the matches in the night of now!

 

DING DING!!

 

Terra Skye: Well then. That was a nearly coherent thought from Boy.. I think.

 

Johnny Vegas: COME ON MADDOX! RIP HIS FUCKING THROAT OUT!

 

Ray Payne: Wells, yo. Dat wuz kindah harshes.

 

As Hawkersby slides back to the ropes behind him, Trey and Joseph both step out from their corners and approach the center of the ring while Jawing back and forth with one another. Both men come to stand facing each other, pressing their foreheads against one another as they continue to trade insults with each other. War suddenly snaps off a Right Hook that catches Trey in the chin and causes the man to stumble backwards towards the ropes. Joseph presses forward looking for another punch as Maddox rights himself and drives left foot into the hip of War. War stumbles to the side back towards the center of the ring as Maddox pushes forward and follows up with a Chop across the collarbones of his opponent. Joseph continues back pedaling until he presses into the ropes on the Southern side of the ring. Maddox grapples with War and steps back looking for an Irish Whip. War pushes off the ropes and connects with a violent, Short-Arm Lariat that sends Maddox flying end-over-end before landing with a crash onto the canvas below. War trots towards the middle of the ring while nodding in confidence and trading a few words with members of the Legion.

 

Terra Skye: I for one really like the new attitude of Joseph War.

 

Johnny Vegas: You only like him because I despise him.

 

Terra Skye: No, Johnny.. Unlike you, I can look past my own selfishness to appreciate people for what they are.

 

Ray Payne: I likez Mistah Maddox, yo. I dink he iz gunna go fars in see-dubbayah, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: At least Ray agrees with me.

 

Turning back on the heels of his boots, Joseph stalks Maddox as Trey pushes against the canvas looking to get back up to his feet. War stops at the man’s feet and takes hold of his opponent by his ankles. War then drags Maddox towards the middle of the ring while he quickly bends and twists Trey’s legs into a Sharpshooter. Sitting down into the hold to add further pressure and leverage to the painful submission, Maddox instantly bellows out in pain while helplessly trying to reach out to the bottom rope. Despite being only a few feet away, the gap could feel as wide as the Grand Canyon as War lets out a roar and continues to press down on the Sharpshooter. Maddox continues to yell out in pain while attempting to drag both his body and War’s close enough to the ropes for the man to get a Rope Break. Hawkersby trots around Joseph over to Maddox to see if the competitor wishes to throw in the towel. Maddox shakes his head in resistance while letting out another scream of frustration and pain.

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't you give up damnit!

 

Ray Payne: I does nots dink dat he wills, yo.

 

Terra Skye: He's a strong competito--

 

Johnny Vegas: SHUT UP! You're not allowed to change alliances now!

 

Maddox suddenly explodes with strength as he pushes his upper body against the canvas and lifts his entire body up in the process. War tries to counter by trying to pull back on the man’s legs, but Trey is a man possessed as he clamors across the canvas. As he comes within inches of the bottom rope, Trey lashes out with a leap of faith and manages to catch the bottom rope with his fingertips. The crowd pops in reaction as Hawkersby pads over to the side and tells War to break the hold. Joseph refuses and Ed Hawkersby quickly begins to issue a Five Count. Before approaching the fifth count, Joseph finally breaks the Sharpshooter and steps away from Maddox. As War gets into the face of Hawkersby and begins to tear him a new one, Trey manages to climb through and underneath the bottom rope to bring him outside of the ring. Leaning against the edge of the ring, he catches his breath while Ref Jeff threatens to toss War out of the match. As Joseph turns on his heels in the direction of Maddox, Trey is seen leaping over the top rope as he takes to the sky and connects with a Missile Dropkick. War flies across the ring and crashes into one of the corners of the ring while Maddox lands flat on his back in the middle of the ring.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz supah pretties, yo!!! I loves da drop klckies!

 

Terra Skye: That was a gorgeous drop kick from Trey Maddox – putting Joseph War straight onto his back!

 

Boy: Hard back. Rough back. Broke back.

 

Johnny Vegas: WHOA BOY... Calm yourself. And Terra, you shut your face. You're only allowed to cheer for one superstar per match. Those are the rules.

 

Terra Skye: Oh, shove it up your ass.

 

Kicking against the canvas and springing back up to his feet, cheers and boos continue to ring out from the crowd as it seems that the apparent divide between Carnage and Wrestling was starting to show within the Legion. As Joseph leans against the turnbuckles dazed from the impact, Maddox presses forth while driving his knee directly into the sternum of his opponent. As War doubles over, Maddox steps back and then snaps off a Chop that echoes throughout the entire arena.

 

WOOOO!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: YESS!!!

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Maddox iz nots gunna lets Mistah Joey get da uppah hands dat easies, yo.

 

Terra Skye: As he shouldn't. But I wouldn't count Joseph out. Who know's what he's got in his arsenal.

 

Maddox grabs hold of War and hoists the man up to the top turnbuckle. Sitting him down, Trey then climbs up to the middle rope and looks to pound Joseph on the top of his head. War fires off a European Uppercut between the legs of Trey, effectively ending the man’s current control of the match. As Trey falls away from the middle rope and comes crashing down onto the canvas, War comes to stand up and takes to the sky, driving his Right Elbow directly into the chest of Maddox. The crowd Pops once more as War comes to cover up Trey for the first pin attempt of the evening. Ref Jeff deftly skips across the ring and drops to the canvas to make the count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Trey kicks out of the pin attempt before the third count is made!

 

Johnny Vegas: And THIS is who you like, Terra?

 

Terra Skye: Okay, so I admit that the uppercut to the boys wasn't exactly--

 

Boy: CRUISE MISSLES!

 

Terra Skye: Wasn't exactly.. the best way to win peoples hearts...

 

Ray Payne: No, yo.. dats jus painfulz. Not nices eifah.

 

War springs off his opponent and manages to startle Hawkersby, who jumps away from him. As War attempts to return his attention to his opponent in the ring, Maddox comes rushing out of the blue and connects with a boot that finds Joseph right in the stomach. War doubles over as Trey grapples up with the male and slams him down into the canvas with a Russian Leg Sweep. Hoping to capitalize, Maddox rolls over onto War and covers him up for a pin attempt. Hawkersby slides in to make the pin count.

 

 

One!

 

 

War kicks out of the pin attempt with authority as he’s obviously perturbed. Maddox springs away from his opponent towards the ropes and one of the corners of the ring. Hawkersby gets out of the path of War and Joseph pounds the canvas while moving back up towards his feet. As Trey comes rushing from the ropes towards his opponent, War spins completely around while driving his fist directly into Maddox’s throat just as he closes the distance.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jacob’s Adder!

 

Ray Payne: My windpipe, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Typically he does that move with something wrapped around his fist, be it barbed wire or steel cable.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jesus Christ woman, are you stalking this man?!

 

Terra Skye: NO! I just do my fucking JOB, Johnny! Wanna try it sometime?!

 

Maddox topples over end-over-end down onto the canvas as the wind is knocked completely out of him and it takes all his effort simply to breathe. War nods in confidence as cockiness as he steps around on the heels on his wrestling boots and moves to cover up Trey Maddox for yet another pin attempt. Both men are desperate to find that minute opening where they could capitalize and secure victory. Ed Hawkersby is able to keep up with it all rather effortlessly. As Ed moves down onto the canvas, he begins slapping the canvas with his hand once more.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

T h r e - - - Trey Maddox kicks out at the last second!

 

Ray Payne: Go Mistah Maddoxes yo! You's can does it!

 

Johnny Vegas: Of course he can! This War guy was mediocre in 2010.. and here he comes back in 2016 and pisses me off right away... Guy doesn't know that's good for--

 

Terra Skye: SHUT YOUR FACE! They're both great talents. Can't you just accept that?

 

Johnny Vegas: No. As a matter of fact.. no, I cannot.

 

This time Hawkersby is ready to have his skull caved in by War, but Joseph instead simply grabs Trey by his head and shoulders and hoists him back up to his feet while dragging him back towards the middle of the ring. As War locks up with Maddox in the middle of the ring, he attempts to spin around to the back of his opponent looking for some form of a Suplex. Maddox presses down firm onto the canvas and uses his weight to resist War. Joseph bellows out in anger as Trey suddenly kicks backwards and drives the back of his calf into the groin of War. Joseph breaks the hold and doubles backwards in pain towards the ropes behind him. Holding his groin as Maddox shakes the cobwebs out of his head; he turns and sizes up his back-pedaling opponent. As War steps back around to face Maddox, Trey explodes forward in desperation and catches Joseph with a Snapmare Driver that sends both men colliding into the canvas once more.

 

Ray Payne: That looked Troublesome, yo.

 

Johnny Payne: Way to work that in, Ray.

 

Terra Skye: That actually wasn't half bad.

 

Ray Payne: Danks, yo. I tries.

 

War and Maddox crash out across the canvas parallel to one another as Hawkersby steps forward to see if either men are moving. Noticing them both momentarily incapacitated, the referee steps back towards the ropes behind him and begins to issue a Ten Count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Ray Payne: I does nots dink dat dey will stays downs fur longz.. yo.

 

Terra Skye: It would be a pity if the opening match ended in a double count out.

 

Both War and Maddox can be seen breathing and looking through glazed and hazed eyes towards the rafters of the Carnage Arena. Beads of sweat trickle along their respective bodies as the Legion is on their feet spurning both men to get back up to their feet.

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Maddox is the first to show signs of movement. Hawkersby nods and kills his Ten Count, moving back towards the ropes as Trey is the first to get back up to one foot. Spurned on equally by the cheers and insults coming from the Legion, Maddox comes to stand back on both feet as War casts a glance of ill intent upon his opponent. Trey motions for Joseph to get off his ass and bring it. War kicks against the canvas and springs back up to both of his feet. Stepping towards Maddox, the two men launch into an exchange of fisticuffs. Punches, strikes, chops and elbows land against both opponents as neither man seems capable of gaining the upper hand. War connects with a Left Chop across the collarbones of Maddox that sends the man reeling backwards into the southeastern corner of the ring. Joseph presses forward, continuing with a series of Hip-Blocks, Shoulder-Charges and Chops that effectively keep Trey pinned into the corner of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: YEAH!

 

Johnny Vegas: You make me sick.

 

Terra Skye: It's really no worse than you drooling all over Matt S--

 

Johnny Vegas: YOU SHUT UP ABOUT HIM! YOU SHUT UP NOW!

 

Stepping away from the corner of the ring, Joseph sizes up Maddox with a malicious smile upon his face. As War takes off towards Maddox, Trey kicks back with his left foot against the turnbuckles and explodes out from the same corner. Driving his left knee with all of his might into the sternum of War, Joseph gasps out as he flips over in a complete circle and crashes into the same corner of the ring that Trey was just crumbled within. Maddox limps towards the middle of the ring while the Legion continues to lose their minds. Already the opening match of the evening had the crowd ready to tear the roof off of the Carnage Arena.

 

Ray Payne: Listenz tah da Legions, yo. Dey iz happies.

 

Boy: Happiness Sadness Madness

 

Ray Payne: No, Boy.. yo.. I wuz sayszin dat dey iz happies.

 

Terra Skye: Talk about the blind leading the blind. However, the crowd is really into this match.. but then again, the Legion is ALWAYS here and ready to cheer! Gotta love em.

 

As Maddox looks back over to War who is now flopped out onto the canvas in the corner of the ring, he presses the attack once more. Coming towards the corner of the ring, Trey hoists War up from his feet and pushes the man into the turnbuckles. Maddox then steps backwards and looks to Irish Whip Joseph across the ring. As War moves out from the corner, he suddenly catches Maddox with a Clothesline that sends Maddox crashing ass-over-tea-kettle into the corner of the ring. Seething in anger, War quickly turns on the heels of his boots and reaches down to pick Maddox up from the canvas. Grappling with the man, Joseph places Trey’s head between his legs and then comes to face the turnbuckle the two opponents had been trapped within for the last several minutes. Lifting Maddox up onto his shoulders, War Powerbombs Maddox directly into the turnbuckles and corner of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: War with the Express Delivery!

 

Johnny Vegas: Express deliver this, BITCH.

 

Ray Payne: Comes on now, yo.. Dat wuz not nices.

 

War pulls Trey out of the corner of the ring and drags him back to the middle of the canvas. Nodding confidently once more, Joseph moves to cover up Maddox for yet another pin attempt. Coming down onto the canvas once more, Hawkersby moves into position to make the pin count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thr - - - TREY MADDOX KICKS OUT!!!

 

 

Johnny Vegas: That's right! You don't let that fucker keep you down! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!!

 

Terra Skye: This has been a great match between two fierce competitors.

 

Ray Payne: I dinks dat eifah of dem coulds winned, yo.

 

War climbs back to his feet, looking angrily down upon his opponent who is laying motionless on the mat. He glances over at Hawkersby who reiterates that it was another 'two' count. Joseph shakes his head and paces back and forth above his opponent, waiting for him to get up.

 

Terra Skye: I don't know if giving Trey the opportunity to get up is such a good idea.

 

Ray Payne: I dink he haz a planned, yo.

 

Joseph looks down to Trey who is just starting to show signs of life and movement once more. War steps around to the front of Maddox and hoists the man back up to his feet. With the two opponents once more standing facing one-another in the middle of the ring, the Legion is yet again on their feet cheering both men on for the performance they had put on so far. Maddox and War grapple up together. Trey quickly locks his arms with War and headbutts the man. Staggering War, Trey snaps off an Irish Whip that sends Joseph off towards the ropes. War bounces off the ropes just as Maddox takes off running towards him. At the last second War connects with a Spear so violent that Maddox snaps backwards like a spring and smacks the back of his head off against the canvas in the middle of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: HOLLOWPOINT SPEAR!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Quit your FUCKING YELLING!

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Wars hits him hards, yo! Me dinks he might be outties yo!

 

Johnny Vegas, Ray Payne and

Terra Skye: Hollowpoint Spear!!!

 

War wastes not a single moment as he pins Maddox to the canvas directly after spearing him. Hawkersby drops to the mat nearly as quickly as War does, ready to count the pinfall!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Matt Wylde: And your winner... JOSEPHH WARRRRRRR!!!

 

Terra Skye: Yeah!

 

Johnny Vegas: Honestly? Whatever. Just what the fuck ever.

 

Terra Skye: This was a great outing from Joseph War, making a strong return to Carnage Wrestling.. We're glad to have you back, Joey!

 

Ray Payne: It's nice tah sees news and olds faces, yo.

 

War snaps off Maddox and steps back up to his feet. Hawkersby steps in, looking to raise Wars arm in victory, but War steps forward towards the ropes and raises both arms in the air, yelling out to the Legion! War turns back around, looking down at his opponent, smirks and leaves the ring as the medical staff comes in to check on the status of Trey Maddox, who is already moving, as we head back to a live shot of the announce team.

 

Terra Skye: Tough loss for Maddox, but I'm sure he'll come back from this.

 

Johnny Vegas: Now you're just trying to be diplomatic.

 

Ray Payne: Johnny.. yah gots tah stops bein so angers, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Bullshit I do.

 

Terra Skye: Looks like we're headed into a commercial break.

 

Johnny Vegas: Of course we are!

 

Ray Payne: Sheeshes Johnny.. Yah ins a bad moods tonite, yo.

 

 

 

Upcoming Shows on the OWF Network!!!


UPCOMING SHOWS...


August 19th, 2016
Friday Addiction
Qizhong Forest Sports City Arena
Pudong, Shanghai, China



August 26th, 2016
Friday Addiction
Mercedez-Benz Arena
Shanghai, China



September 2nd, 2016
Friday Addiction
LeSports Center
Beijing, China



September 11th, 2016
OWF RISE OR FALL
LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW FROM THE BEIJING NATIONAL INDOOR STADIUM, IN BEIJING, CHINA!





CARNAGE WRESTLING
UPCOMING SHOWS...
AIRING FIRST ON...


August 22nd, 2016
CW Presents: Monday Night Chaos - 24
Carnage Arena
Baltimore, Maryland, USA



September 4th, 2016
CW Presents: We Are Relentless
LIVE ON THE OWF NETWORK & STREAMING ON CARNAGEWRESTLING.COM
The Carnage Arena, Baltimore, Maryland, USA!





NEW LEGENDS of WRESTLING
UPCOMING SHOWS...


August 14th, 2016
NLW Presents: Rebirth - 6
TD Garden
Boston, Massachusetts, USA



August 28th, 2016
NLW Presents: Rebirth Climax
Air Canada Centre
Toronto, Ontario, Canada




 

 

IN ADDITION:

 

 

Debuting SOON on the OWF Network, a Documentary series based on the vivid history of Carnage Wrestling! Stay tuned for more details!

 

 

Match Two: Marisol Hawkes Vs. Nina Stokes

Terra Skye: And there you have it, folks... a listing of the upcoming shows on the OWF Network!

 

Ray Payne: I tells yah whut, yo.. Dat Bloodbafs dat wuz on yesterdays... dat wuz a guud show yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, when you get twelve sick fucks up on a platform fifteen feet above the ring, and let them throw each other off into literal vats of blood and guts.. what do you expect?

 

Terra Skye: Sick.

 

Ray Payne: Well two of dose peoples wuz Mistah Tweedah and Mistah Sabby.

 

Terra Skye: The two perfect people for a match like that.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is an ASCENSION Rematch!!!

 

"Liar Liar" by Kamelot hits the speakers as Marisol Hawkes walks out on the ramp in her black and purple leather attire. She stops a top the ramp and smirks as she looks out over the Legion. She then proceeds down the ramp, moving through the Legion without much thought, the ring being her sole focus.

 

Marisol Hawkes

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, hailing from Halifax Nova Scotia Canada by way of Honolulu Hawaii, and weighing in at one hundred and twenty six pounds... She is MARISOLL HAWKESSSS!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Be still my beating heart.

 

Terra Skye: And now, it's you drooling all over someone.

 

Johnny Vegas: That's different. Marisol deserves it.

 

Ray Payne: I dink Mis Mari is luukin tah wins tonite, yo. Speciallies since she loseded against Miss Stokies at Ascensions, yo.

 

She quickly ascends the ring steps, and climbs through the ropes. She smiles out at the crowd, before looking back up the ramp with which she came. She stretches, and paces around the ring as she awaits her opponent.

 

Terra Skye: Well, as I said earlier – Marisol is coming off of a huge win against Matt Stone and winning tonight against Nina could spell the beginning of something great for her.

 

The lights in the Carnage Arena dim a bit. There is silence for a few moments. After about ten seconds or so, the beginning rifts of Dir En Grey’s “Ruten no Tō” begins to play over the speakers. Kyo, the lead singer, belts out the song’s bridge as Nina slowly comes out from the back. She has her head down.

 

A few seconds later, Nina lifts her head begins to jaunts to the ring, walking in stride with the song’s deliberate tempo. As Nina reaches the end of the ramp, she wipes her boots and then slides into the ring. She makes her to the side of the ring where the hard camera rests. She spreads her arms out and allows the camera to get a good shot at her.

 

Nina Stokes

 

Matt Wylde: And her opponent, Hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at one hundred and thirty six pounds... She is NINA STOKESSS!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: As I'm sure we've said before, these two women are very evenly matched.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well they've already been in the ring together once, and we saw that. Their match at ascension was a great one, even though the wrong woman won.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Stokies iz a guud wrestlah, yo. She deserveded tah wins as muches az Miss Mari dids, yo.

 

Nina walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope. For a moment, she glances out at the crowd. Some of them are cheering, some are sending her boos. She closes her eyes and opens her arms, soaking in the mutual reactions of both sides of the crowd. After a little while, she opens her eyes and hops out of the corner. She reaches into the inner pocket of her ring jacket and pulls out a bottom-row mouth guard. Nina sheds her jacket and gives it to an official on the outside. She then heads to the corner opposite from her opponent.

 

Terra Skye: Both of these ladies look raring to go.

 

Ray Payne: Dem iz gunna bring da houses down yo!

 

Silent Cal climbs into the ring, and comes to stand in the middle of the ring with both competitors remaining in their opposite corners. He moves to each corner, checked the women one after the other for any foreign objects. Once he's satisfied he moves towards the table where Boy is sitting and waves, indicating that the match is ready to start! The large, oafish man glances up to Jeff gleefully before picking up the hammer he uses to ring her bell.

 

Boy: BELLS TOLL AFTER MIDNIGHT!

 

DING DING!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm just curious, Boy.. but how is it that you look so happy sometimes, but you sound so angry?

 

Boy: Have you not the things of the graves.

 

Terra Skye: That answers your question.

 

Silent Cal slides away from the middle of the ring towards the ropes just in the nick of time as Marisol and Stokes come rushing out of their opposite corners of the ring. The two women collide with one another and begin an exchange of punches. Catching Marisol in the solar plexus with multiple Shoot Kicks, Stokes jumps on the offensive and pushes Marisol backwards towards the same corner that the woman just launched out of. As Hawkes smashes into the turnbuckles, Stokes steps away and then shoots back towards the corner looking for a brutal Clothesline. Hawkes leaps up from the canvas at the last second and drives both of her feet directly into the face of Nina. Stokes stumbles backwards and down onto the canvas, landing flat as she is seeing stars. Jumping out from the corner of the ring, Hawkes flies through the air down onto Stokes’s chest with an Elbow Drop. Remaining in place and pinning her opponent down against the canvas, Silent Cal slides to the canvas from the side to make the first pin count of the evening. The fans are honestly surprised by such an early pin attempt.

 

 

One!

 

Stokes easily kicks out of the pin attempt as Hawkes quickly clamors off of Nina and back towards the southwest corner of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Marisol is coming out with all cylinders running!

 

Ray Payne: Dey bof iz, yo.

 

Silent Cal looks over to Stokes who pounds the canvas while getting back up to one foot. She stares Hawkes down from across the ring, the woman’s lips upturned into a smirk. Nina begins to move back up to her feet as Marisol does the same.

 

Johnny Vegas: These women were friends before... I don't know if it's going to end up that way.

 

Terra Skye: Oh come on. Some people can leave it in the ring. I don't think these two will let the results of the match affect their friendship.

 

Ray Payne: Crazier dings haz happended.. yo.

 

As Marisol takes off from the corner and comes rushing towards Stokes, Stokes kicks off against the canvas and connects with a Bicycle Kick that sends Marisol stumbling backwards into the rope. Landing directly on her feet, Stokes pushes forward and grapples up with Marisol. Using the ropes to add momentum, Nina snaps backwards and Irish Whips Marisol across the ring. Hawkes takes off towards the opposite ropes and slams into them. Bouncing off the matting, Marisol turns around and immediately catches a Yakuza Kick from Stokes that lands directly in Marisol’s face. Marisol flips end over end and lands roughly onto the canvas. The Legion reacts in turn with a chorus of “OoOos” while Stokes nods in satisfaction. Approaching her opponent like a predator to her prey, Nina kneels down to cover up Marisol for the second pin attempt of the match. Silent Cal moves to the canvas once more for the count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

Marisol Hawkes kicks out before the third pin count. Stokes gets up with a frustrated expression on her face, but doesn’t lose her focus and lay into the Referee like more hot-headed individuals would.

 

Terra Skye: Both women wanting to end this one quickily.

 

Ray Payne: Dey bof wunts tah get da winned.. But dats why its gunna takes so longs, yo. Dey not gunna gives ups.

 

Johnny Vegas: Ray Payne folks!

 

Moving back up to one knee, Stokes reaches down and grabs hold of Marisol by her head and shoulders. Lifting the woman back up to her feet, Hawkes suddenly catches Stokes by the head and shoulders and drives her opponent back down into the canvas with a Russian Leg Sweep. Both women smack off the canvas with a thud while Hawkes rolls away from Nina towards the nearest set of ropes. Coming underneath the bottom rope, Marisol looks over to Stokes while taking a moment to catch her breath. Sliding to the outside of the ring, Hawkes comes over to a few lucky fans and leans against the barricade for a break while Stokes pounds the canvas once more and moves back up to her feet. Silent Cal steps over to the ropes running parallel to the barricade Marisol is leaning against and begins to issue his trademarked Ten Count.

 

 

…. (One)

 

Johnny Vegas: God damnit... here we go again.

 

Stokes takes notice of Hawkes on the outside of the ring and a smirk creeps across the woman’s face. Nina takes off with a roar towards the ropes that Hawkes is facing away from. Just as she turns around to step back towards the ring, Stokes is seen leaping towards the middle rope. Jumping up onto the top rope, Nina takes to the sky and comes crashing down on top of Hawkes with a variation of a Slingshot Corkscrew Plancha while the legion cheers these two women. As both ladies crunch into the unforgiving floor beneath the two of them, the Legion takes to ripping the roof off the arena once more.

 

THAT WAS AWESOME!!!
*CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!*

 

… (Two)

 

Terra Skye: Beautiful Plancha by Nina Stokes!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll give it to her. That was pretty nice.

 

Ray Payne: Oh Shiz yo! Johnnie iz softens up!

 

Johnny Vegas: You take that back!

 

Despite the vicious impact of the high-risk move, Stokes is the first to show signs of movement as he draws her hands back and pushes herself against the floor. Moving up to one knee, he looks over to Marisol before coming to stand back up to her feet. Stepping over to Hawkes, Stokes reaches down and hoists her opponent back up to her feet. Firing off a Chop Block across the collarbones of Hawkes, Marisol yells out in pain as he spins backwards and backpedals to the northern barricade keeping the Legion at bay. Stokes once more presses the offensive as Hawkes comes to lean against the barricade. A few lucky fans slap the woman’s flesh before Nina closes the distance and fires off another Chop that connects with Marisol’s exposed flesh.

 

WoOoOoOo!!!!!

 

…. (Three)

 

Terra Skye: I'm guessing he's on three.. or four.

 

Johnny Vegas: I still don't get why they hired a fucking mute. He'd of made a great mime or something, but a referee? Not so much.

 

As Stokes looks to connect with a third Chop, Marisol pushes off the barricade and connects with a Shoulder Block that sends Stokes stumbling backwards across the path between the ring and the barricades. Hawkes pushes forward and comes rushing towards the woman. Catching Stokes around her hips and pushing him across the floor towards the barricade behind the two of them, Nina slams Hawkes across the shoulder blades with multiple Forearms to little effect. Hawkes drives Stokes’s back and shoulders into the barricade, the unforgiving metal meeting her back and causing her a good deal of pain! Stokes falls to one knee on the ground, clutching her back as Marisol begins crawling towards the ring apron.

 

 

… (Four)

 

Ray Payne: I thoughted dat dis wuz suppostah be a regulah matches, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You know how it is sometimes, Ray. You get into the moment, and you just lose yourself in the match. They're putting on a hell of a match.

 

Terra Skye: I suppose Johnny is right. All the adrenaline, and all the emotions, and the fact that they both want to win... I'm sure that all plays a factor into the path that this match has taken.

 

Both Stokes and Hawkes are reeling from their assaults upon one another. Hawkes is finally able to snap out of her daze. Once more back upon her feet, the fans in attendance are already cheering and clapping in approval of this rematch. Glancing over to Stokes, Nina is down on one knee but that intense gaze is still focused upon her oppoent standing before her. Marisol smirks and nods as Stokes comes to stand on both feet once more. In a burst of speed and violence, Stokes takes off towards Hawkes. Marisol pivots and rushes in turn, as both women come colliding against one another with respective Clotheslines. Both competitors flip completely around and crash out onto the unforgiving ground once more. The two of them are both reeling from the impact but the fans are left only screaming and begging for more.

 

…. (Five)

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit! They both nearly knocked each other unconscious there!

 

Johnny Vegas: My sweet Marisol can do this. She's gonna be the first one up, I just know it.

 

Nina is the first of the two women to roll around and get back up to her feet. Using the barricade to right herself, she reaches over to Marisol and tosses the woman towards the barricade. Both women lean against the steel while lucky fans snap off quick selfies or press flesh against the two competitors. Coming off the barricade, Nina reaches over to Hawkes and grapples up with the woman once more.

 

…. (Six)

 

Pivoting around on the heels of her wrestling boots, Stokes snaps off an Irish Whip that sends Marisol rushing towards the ring. Hawkes deftly slides underneath the bottom rope and brings herself back in the ring. As she climbs across the canvas on all fours to put distance between herself and Stokes, Nina trots back towards the ring and hoists herself back up towards the outside of the ropes. As she takes hold of the top rope, Marisol comes rushing across the ring and fires off a Left Forearm that damn near knocks Stokes off the outside edge of the ring. Percarilously holding onto the ropes, Stokes ducks between the tope and middle rope, driving her shoulder directly into the sternum of Hawkes. Marisol falls backwards as Stokes jumps up onto the Top Rope and leaps forwards, driving the tip of her right foot directly into Hawkes’s jaw with a High Roundhouse Kick.

 

Terra Skye: Nina just about took Marisol's jaw off with that kick there!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuld has been messies, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not to mention terrible! Absolutely terrible!

 

Marisol stumbles ass over tea-kettle onto the canvas in the middle of the ring while Nina managed to land inside the ring while still holding onto the ropes after delivering that vicious kick. Leaping back onto the middle ropes and launching herself into the air, Stokes manages to twist her body around completely within the air while coming down to land on top of Marisol with a dull thud. Stokes remains on top of her opponent. Scrambling to orient herself properly, Nina locks in a Triangle Choke onto Marisol. Wrenching back into the hold to add further leverage, Stokes lays into the hold while Hawkes screams out in pain. Silent Cal steps around the two women and comes to the front of them, seeing if Marisol wishes to Tap Out. Hawkes reply is quick and curt despite the pain she is in and Cal nods as Hawkes tries pulling both her body and Nina’s towards the nearest set of ropes.

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't do it Marisol! Don't you give up!

 

Ray Payne: I does not dink dat she wills, yo... but Miss Stokies gots dat holdz in tighties, yo.

 

Terra Skye: She's got it on perfectly. It's going to certainly test Marisol.

 

As Stokes continues to apply the Triangle Hold, further attempting to sap strength from Marisol. Hawkes continues to push her body through the pain and summon the strength she needs to most their combined weight across the canvas. Suddenly Marisol explodes with a massive surge of strength as she manages to lift her body up just enough so that she can fall forward and catch the bottom rope with her right hand. Nina doesn't let go of the hold right away, but as Silent Cal Begins the five count – She lets Marisol go and rolls away from the reeling Marisol, Nina comes into one of the corners of the ring while enjoying a momentary respite as she observes her damage done upon Marisol. Hawkes remains close the same ropes she used to break the hold, working to get air back into her lungs as she glances over towards her opponent. Both competitors are obviously pushing themselves past their known limits, each one of them having something to prove tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: She's gorgeous!

 

Terra Skye: They're both putting their all into this tonight! It's almost a shame this match is so early in the show! These two are certainly proving themselves to be main event talent in this one!

 

As Nina comes to stand back up to her feet in her corner of the ring, Marisol has managed to use the ropes to get herself back up to her own feet. Once more the women find themselves standing in the same corners they had started this match in. The Legion is cheering both of them on – their voices a mix of applause and boos as every fan pulls for their favorite and insults the opposite. The energy is electric as Nina tells Marisol to “bring it.” Marisol obliges the woman with a nod as the two of them once more tear off towards one another in the middle of the ring. As the two women collide in the middle of the ring, they come to blows yet again. Marisol delivers a nasty Right Hook that sends Nina reeling. Stokes steps forward and snaps off a Right Side Kick that collides with Marisol and sends her backwards towards the ropes. Hawkes snaps off the ropes once more and comes back towards Nina, connecting with a Missile Dropkick that sends Nina ass-over-tea-kettle back towards the opposite side of the ring. Landing down on one knee, Marisol snaps back to attention and looks up to the reeling Stokes who is leaning against the same ropes she just smashed into.

 

Terra Skye: It almost looks like the beginning of the match again!

 

Ray Payne: If yah culds turns back times, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Are you really trying to do the Direct Tv commercial thing. Seriously?

 

Nina stares across the ring, shaking her head obviously looking for any way to put Marisol away. Throwing all thought to reckless abandon, Stokes explodes out from the corner of the ring once more and comes rushing towards Marisol. Hawkes sidesteps Stokes at the last minute while driving her left knee directly into the woman’s sternum. As Nina doubles over in pain, Marisol locks her arm around the back of the woman’s head while quickly snapping off a Twist-of-Fate.

 

Johnny Vegas: Divine Intervention! BEAUTIFUL!

 

Terra Skye: She caught her out of no where with that!

 

Ray Payne: OUTTAH NOWHEREZ!

 

Johnny Vegas: Jesus Ray.

 

Marisol sits back up after bouncing off the canvas with Nina and shakes her right hand with her index finger extended out to the crowd, indicating she isn’t finished. Pushing against the canvas with all the strength she has left, Hawkes limps over to the nearest corner of the ring and climbs up towards the top turnbuckle. Precariously turning her spent body around to face Stokes, Marisol raises both of her arms up and out to the fans in attendance before leaping into the sky to come crashing down onto Stokes with a Swanton Bomb.

 

Johnny Vegas: MY GIRL with the Divine Forgiveness!!!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz pretties, yo.

 

Terra Skye: It's looking good for Marisol to be keeping her winning streak alive tonight!

 

As Hawkes’ back and shoulders slam off of Nina’s abdomen, Marisol manages to gather enough remaining energy to right herself and flop on top of Stokes for another pin attempt. Silent Cal quickly moves to the canvas to make the pin count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Matt Wylde: And your winner... MARISOL HAWKESSSSSSS!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: YIPPEEEE!!

 

Terra Skye: Impressive victory by Marisol Hawkes tonight. She's been on fire as of late.

 

Ray Payne: Looks like dat breaks dat Miss Stokies hads did nots helps her yo.

 

As Silent Cal raises Marisol’s arm in victory, the spent woman smiles and then looks over to Nina Stokes who is still on the far side of the ring. Marisol and Nina nod to one another as Marisol steps back and out through the ropes while holding her stomach with her left arm. Taking a moment to thank a few lucky fans, Hawkes limps towards the entrance and heads backstage.

 

Terra Skye: Nina put in one hell of an effort tonight though. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

 

Ray Payne: Now dey iz tieds, yo. One an ones.

 

Terra Skye: That's true. Will there be another rematch in the future? A tie breaker perhaps?

 

Nina is still sitting on the canvas, reeling from the match she just endured. After a few moments, she slowly rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, and comes to her feet outside the ring. She begins walking up the entryway as the camera feed cuts back to the Announce team.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll look forward to part three... if it comes.

 

Terra Skye: As will I. For now, it looks like we're going back stage!

 

Ray Payne: Be backs soons yo!

 

 

 

Backstage: Prepare the Battlefield

 

The camera feeds shifts outside, and the rarely-seen rooftop to the Carnage Arena comes into view. Storm clouds can be seen off in the distance approaching the area as Chaos 23 is seemingly underway. The weekend of nasty weather hasn’t seem to stopped the fans from coming out in droves tonight to once more see the high-flying, risk-taking bloodshed that was becoming to define Carnage Wrestling. As the camera pans away from the horizon, rumbles of thunder can be heard in the distance with increasing intensity.

 

Footfalls can be heard between the bursts of thunder and flashes of lighting. Emerging from the shadows of the various air conditioners and rooftop hatches is none other than Gary Altus. For some mysterious reason the man’s Tag Title isn’t seen draped over one of his broad shoulders. One could surmise that the man was simply keeping the prestigious title out of the less than ideal conditions. Despite the Tag Title being absent, the man’s trademark, shit-eating-grin is still plastered from ear to ear upon his face.

 

Gary Altus

 

Gary Altus: Soooo....I’ve been hearing some rumblies about lines being drawn in the sand and people making all sorts of crazy declarations. I find myself standing at the front line of a battlefield that is going to be strewn with talents the likes of no company has ever seen. You know how the old saying goes...

 

Gary Altus purposely steps into a pregnant pause as his eyes wander off to the approaching storms over the skyline of Baltimore, Maryland. After a few somber seconds of silence, the man’s penetrating and intense hues focus upon the camera once more.

 

Gary Altus: The enemy of my enemy is my friend, it seems. At Chaos 22 I took the “Queen of Hardcore” to her limits and then some. Dazi Miyashita, that wasn’t a wrestling match, that was a Deathmatch, plain and simple. I find myself sitting in quite a quandary at this very moment - it seems that the powers that be in Management want us butting heads and leading the charge for what could be two respected and talented teams looking to bludgeon one another at We Are Relentless 2. I could care less about teams, honestly - but if the situation presents itself, who am I to turn down the help?

 

Altus continues to speak as his eyes wander once more to the coming storm.

 

Gary Altus: See, there is a storm coming, but I’m not entirely sure the cause to it. When I first signed onto Carnage Wrestling, the purpose had been clear and simple enough. I came here to bust skulls, drink beer and have a good time. It seems that my ringside manner has caused a few members of Management to dislike me. My smart mouth apparently gets me in trouble, as well. Who am I to apologize for speaking how I feel, regardless of how much truth is actually assigned to the opinion? I, for one, am sick and tired of the fucking Offending Generation that is being championed by the latest and most disgusting iteration of Social Justice Warrior I have ever seen!

 

The man exclaims, his face now having turned a shade of red as the emotion can be heard oozing from his voice.

 

Gary Altus: If I have to take this entire cause upon my own shoulders, than so be it. I may have joined up with this company due to the urging of another, but I’m for damn sure not going to leave this company anytime soon. So, Dazi, Lucas, and everyone else disgusted with the brand of violence and competition I have brought to this company....get fucking used to it. I’m not going to back down, and hell, if people think I can’t handle myself in the middle of the ring with clean stipulations, ya’ll need to get your fucking asses back up on Youtube and start looking up the shit I’ve done while working for CZW, ROH, JAPW, and the countless clinics I’ve worked at since jumping headlong back into the business. I don’t need a fucking steel chair to win a match - I just happen to love the sound of metal caving in someone’s skull.

 

Gary draws back a few steps and takes a moment to compose himself. Several deep, long breaths later, the man finds himself a paler complexion and once more in control of himself.

 

Gary Altus: So, if Team Carnage happens to need a leader, than so be it. I believe we should be able to bask in the violence like the Roman Coliseums of old, and if I have to cave in every fucker’s skull who stands in my way, than so be it. Hell, I want to be in WARGAMES just so I can get another shot at Dazi. Miyashita, you know the two of us are far from finished, and I believe you have at least once more good go inside of you. You proclaim yourself to be the Queen of Violence, yet I happen to be an entirely different creature when it comes to basking in the pain of others. Maybe people like us are just wired differently, I suppose. As for this week, I’m not going to speak on that subject at this time due to the fact I may incriminate myself.

 

Altus finishes speaking, that last sentence particularly mechanical and lawyerish. The man twists on the soles of his wrestling boots, ducking into a rooftop doorway that leads into a stairwell back down into the inner-workings of the Carnage Arena. He narrowly escapes a sudden downpour in the nick of time, as the live feed returns to ringside at the Carnage Arena.

 

 

 

Match Three: John Ojeda Vs. Dazi Miyashita

Johnny Vegas: Strong words from Gary Altus, who was curiously missing his tag title.

 

Terra Skye: I feel like team Carnage might fall apart at the seams... I feel like there are five people who all want to be the leader, and none of them are willing to concede to the others.

 

Ray Payne: Dat might be guud newses fur da odah team, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Not necessarily.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall and will be decided upon a coin flip after BOTH competitors are in the ring!

 

"Its All About Me" hits the PA and out walks Dazi. The crowd cheers the Team Wrestling member as she stands at the top of the stage. She is seems very confident and has a smirk across her face as she just stands and staring out at the Legion.

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, weighing in at One hundred and twenty two pounds... she is DAZII MIYASHITTTAAAA!!!

 

She begins her decent down the ramp, high fiving a few fans along the way. Fans are trying to garner her attention. She nods to a few fans and smiles at them before heading inside the ring with her trademark splits on the apron. She gets in the ring, posing for the crowd as she awaits her opponent.

 

Terra Skye: Tonight Dazi goes up against the second member of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine. She wasn't successful against Gary Altus, but here tonight, I think she has every chance of taking Ojeda down.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know. I mean it still boggles my mind why she's even a part of Team Wrestling anyway... I mean, she's dubber herself the 'Queen' of hardcore.. yet she's fighting alongside people like Lennox and Hendrix.

 

Ray Payne: Maybes it's not becuz of da wresslin or da carnages, yo.. maybe its cuz of whut each team stands fur, yo.

 

“Shovel Headed Kill Machine” by Exodus begins playing over the PA System, and the crowd goes crazy booing as John Ojeda walks out into the arena. Ojeda has a smirk across his lips as he soaks up the crowd’s reaction. He looks around at the booing Legion before he starts down to ringside, ignoring the crowd along the way. Some people think about throwing their pop corn at him, but realize they will be throwing their money away if they do.

 

John Ojeda

 

Matt Wylde: And her opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... he is JOHNN OJEDDDAAAAAA!!!!

 

Ojeda smiles menacingly over at the Carnage champion as he climbs the steel steps on his way to entering the ring. Once he's inside the ring his music fades out, and he leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring and stares down Dazi.

 

Terra Skye: John Ojeda will want to put last week behind him as some consider that an upset.

 

Johnny Vegas: You're right about that. Part of me can't believe he lost to Wyatt Hendrix, then the other part of me understands... because Hendrix is fucking huge.

 

Ray Payne: I dink dis one iz gunna be a messes, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I think you're right about that, Ray.

 

Ref Jeff is in the ring for this match, and he steps into the ring holding a coin. He stands in between the two competitors as Matt Wylde speaks again to the crowd.

 

Matt Wylde: If the coin presents 'Heads' then this match will be STANDARD Rules! If the coin presents 'Tails' this match will be an ULTRAVIOLENT MATCH!!

 

John and Dazi steps back a few steps to give the Referee ample space to flip the coin. Ref Jeff tosses the coin up into the air and lets it fall unabated onto the Canvas.

 

Johnny Vegas: So? What is it?

 

Terra Skye: Tell us!!! TELL USS!!!!

 

Matt Wylde, Ref Jeff and both competitors lean in and look at the coin.

 

Matt Wylde: It's TAILS! This match will be held under ULTRAVIOLENT RULES!!!!

 

Both Ojeda and Dazi look very happy with the result of the coin flip.

 

Terra Skye: I would say Ojeda is at an advantage, but Dazi enjoys this too.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh please. She is out of her league. Look what happened when she faced Tweeder and Gary Altus.

 

Ray Payne: Deyz arez notz rightz in de hedz yo.

 

Ref Jeff makes sure both wrestlers are ready to go before looking at Boy to ring the bell.

 

Boy: Drive Dylan hole graveyard.

 

DING! DING!

 

Terra Skye: I really worry about him sometimes.

 

Ojeda and Dazi both go charging at each other and start throwing punches at each. Ojeda lands a big right hook which knocks Dazi off her feet, but she gets right back up and attacks again.

 

Johnny Vegas: I gotta give it to her though. The last three shows or so, she's gone up against the biggest and the baddest here in CW, and she's not backed down once.

 

Terra Skye: You're right about that. She's not been victorious, but I have a feeling that's going to change, and she deserves it.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Dazi iz da beez kneez, yo!

 

Ojeda and Dazi trade right hand shots until Dazi gets a knee lift in to gain the upper hand. Ojeda doubles over in pain and Dazi spins him around to gain a rear waist lock, possibly going for a back suplex. Ojeda immediately wiggles free and nails Dazi with a pele kick early! Dazi stumbles backwards towards the ropes but she's not fazed at all by the kick. Ojeda's back up and he nails a picture perfect dropkick that the Legion loves despite hating the bastard! Dazi goes flipping over the top rope but lands on her feet on the concrete floor. Ojeda leaps over the top rope with a plancha, with Dazi down below, she tries to catch him but with his size advantage, both of them fly backwards into the barricade!!

 

Terra Skye: Ojeda is nearly double her size!

 

Ray Payne: Sumtimes size does nots mattah, yo.

 

Terra Skye: And sometimes it does, Ray... like just now.. when Dazi tried to catch John Ojeda... Size does matter.

 

Johnny Vegas: You're talking to a wall, Terra. I'd give it up.

 

The Legion cheers as Ojeda smacks his shoulder onto the barricade, immediately clutching it in pain, while Dazi on the other hand, took a much harder hit to her back. She lays on the ground for a moment, keeping her eyes on her opponent the entire time until she sees him beginning to get back to his feet. When that happens, she rises herself, working through the pain in her back to grab Ojeda's arm and try to irish whip him into the barricade once again! Ojeda blocks the whip! Ojeda breaks Dazi's grip easily and begins barraging her with forearm thrusts to her face that back her up against the barricade once again!

 

Terra Skye: See Ray?

 

Ray Payne: I still has da disagrees, yo. Miss Dazi still haz whut it takes tah beats him yo. Even dough he iz biggah.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well she doesn't right now... from what I'm seeing.

 

Ray Payne: You'z been wrongs befur, yo.

 

As Dazi leans on the barricade, Ojeda hits her with a spinning thrust kick that catches Dazi right on the button! Ref Jeff is keeping his distance, remaining inside the ring. Ojeda charges for a running clothesline to Dazi but she ducks at the last moment and gives Ojeda a huge back body drop over the barricade into the Carnage Legion! The crowd is buzzed at the quick action to start off the match.

 

Terra Skye: I am shocked though, that neither of them have gone for any weapons yet.

 

Johnny Vegas: What? The barricade doesn't count?

 

Terra Skye: I mean, I guess it does... but I was more talking about shit that's more their speed.. barbed wire, bats.. barbed wire bats... you know?

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Tweedah isn't heah, yo.

 

Boy: DIE DIE!

 

Ray Payne: He iz not heah! Dis is okies yo! Calms down Boy!

 

Back in the action, Dazi goes searching under the ring and finds a mop and bucket that Old Man Schmitty must have left after he forgot what he was he was doing. Ojeda is climbing over the barricade when Dazi throws the bucket at Ojeda which he ducks, but it gives Dazi enough to time to swing and hit him over the head with the mop itself. It breaks in half, but it doesn’t seem to affect Ojeda. Dazi is a bit shocked, but she goes for a running dropkick, but Ojeda steps out of the way. He picks her up and throws her into the ring post. Dazi hits her shoulder hard, but she's already climbing back to her feet. Ojeda steals a chair from the Legion and swings for a home run that Hank Aaron the rightful Home Run King would have been proud of. Some how Dazi is able to duck right before the chair hits her. Ojeda looks pissed and then goes to get a ladder that is sticking out from under the ring. He throws the ladder into the ring before grabbing Dazi and does the same to her.

 

Terra Skye: I expect a ladder, but a mop and bucket?

 

Johnny Vegas: This is an ultraviolent match... They could use a rubber chicken as a weapon if they wanted.

 

Ray Payne: I still haz da rubbah chicken dat Mistah Ol mans Schmitty gaved me yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I thought he was dead.

 

Terra Skye: Good god, why would he have given you a rubber chicken?

 

Back inside the ring, Ojeda sets up the ladder in the corner. He grabs Dazi and Irish whips her into the ladder with a sick thud. She slides down the ladder, and onto the mat, but she can barely move to get up before Ojeda is already pulling her back to her feet and picking her up into a powerbomb position! He slams her down to the mat, and kicks her in the stomach before exiting the ring. Ref Jeff checks on her while John is pulling a table out from under the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Oh Jesus, here comes the table.

 

Johnny Vegas: And you're surprised by this?

 

Ray Payne: Shulds not be's yo. Dis is Mistah headed we is talkins bouts yo.

 

Ojeda sets the table up on the floor, and slides back into the ring to find Ref Jeff still tending to Dazi, who is in a great deal of pain in her shoulder. Ojeda isn't very happy to find Jeff kneeling over his so-called prey, so he pulls Jeff to his feet, and spins him around – grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing him over the top rope and through the table!!!! The crowd goes crazy booing Ojeda, who looks over the top rope with a smile on his face as he surveys the damage that he's just done. Ref Jeff lays in the broken remains of the table, seemingly unconscious.

 

Terra Skye: That shit is uncalled for!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I agree with you for once. What has Ref Jeff done to him besides get in his way?

 

Ray Payne: Mista Ojedaz izn’tz the nizezt. Hez makez me sadz.

 

Boy: Sadness is the Tweever.

 

Terra Skye: We're not talking about Tweeder right now Boy! Ref Jeff is probably injured thanks to dickface in there!

 

Ojeda looks down at Dazi, who is still struggling to get moving and he slides out of the ring once again, looking to get another table. Obviously he didn't originally plan to put Jeff through the table the first time. But this momentary distraction gives Dazi another, much needed breather. Ed Hawkersby comes running down from the backstage area to replace Ref Jeff who is being moved away carefully by the EMT's. Ojeda finds another table, but this time he slides it into the ring beside Dazi. As he sets it up, he pulls a small bottle of lighter fluid and a lighter.

 

Terra Skye: Oh come on! Seriously?

 

Johnny Vegas: This is starting to look like the match that Dazi had with Tweeder.

 

He sprays lighter fluid all over the table, and lights the lighter – turning the table into an inferno. Ojeda is pleased as he looks at the burning table, and out at the booing crowd as Dazi starts to get to her knees. Ojeda helps her up the rest of the way, throwing her into the corner – following her with a flurry of fists and forearms right into her face. He hoists her onto the top turnbuckle, climbing the ropes with the intention of power bombing her through the burning table, but as he gets to the middle rope, Dazi suddenly comes to life, sending a closed fist right into the eye of John Ojeda! The crowd erupts in cheers as another fist crunches into the eye of the Shovel headed kill machine member!

 

Ray Payne: Heah she comez yo! Go Miss Dazi!

 

Terra Skye: COME ON!!!

 

Ojeda starts losing his balance, which gives Dazi the opportunity to hop up on the top turnbuckle and wrap her legs around Ojeda's head, performing a top rope hurricanrana that sends Ojeda through the burning table!!!!!! The crowd jumps to their feet as Dazi gets onto her knees and avoids the fire to put the pin on Ojeda!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Matt Wylde: And your winner... DAZI MIYASHITTTAAAA!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: HUGE Win here tonight for Dazi!

 

Johnny Vegas: You're absolutely right about that! She definitely needed that win heading towards WAR.

 

Ray Payne: I iz so prouds! She dids a great jobs yo!

 

Terra Skye: Two shows, and two losses for John Ojeda. What's going on with him?

 

Dazi pulls herself to her feet, and raises her arms in victory! She looks down over her shoulder at Ojeda, who is stirring in the pieces of the table, and he doesn't look very happy. Dazi takes this opportunity not to leave the ring, but to start mouthing off to Ojeda. She's giving him a piece of her mind as he rises to his knees.

 

Terra Skye: I don't think this is a very good idea.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not a good idea at all.

 

Boy: IDEAS.

 

Dazi isn't scared one bit as she continues jawing off while Ojeda gets back to his feet. Ojeda looks down upon her as he regains his vertical base, and the two begin exchanging verbal barbs. Suddenly, Ojeda's arms come out, and push Dazi back into the corner where the ladder is still laying. Her back again comes in contact with the ladder, and everyone can see the pain in her face. Ojeda moves towards her, wrapping his hands around her throat, trying to choke the life out of Miyashita, but Dazi has other plans for him!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY Shit!

 

Dazi's knee thrusts upwards and into the groin of John Ojeda, doubling him over for the time being, as Dazi decides to pull the ladder from the corner and cracks the unsuspecting John Ojeda on the side of the head with it!!

 

Johnny Vegas: A taste of his own medicine!!

 

Ray Payne: I bet dat doesn't tastes guud yo!

 

Terra Skye: Go girl!!

 

Ojeda falls to the mat, where Dazi hits him a few more times for good measure before throwing the ladder down on top of him and exiting the ring, slapping the hands of the fans with her good arm, as she tries to shake the pain out of the shoulder that could possibly be injured. She moves backstage, while Ojeda is just now coming to in the ring, and the camera feed moves to a shot of the announce team once again.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's about damn time.

 

Terra Skye: You can say that again.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's about damn--

 

Terra Skye: Seriously?

 

Ray Payne: Well yah dids tells him tah says it agains yo.

 

Terra Skye: Whatever. Looks like we're heading into another commercial break!

 

Ray Payne: Be backs soons, yo!

 

Boy: DARK ROOM.

 

 

 

On the Next OWF Friday Night Addiction:

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Friday, August 19th 2016
Qizhong Forest Sports City Arena
Pudong, Shanghai, China


* MAIN EVENT *

NORMAL MATCH

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* FEATURE MATCHES *

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Match Four: Gary Altus Vs. Lucas Silva

Terra Skye: So, the next OWF Addiction isn't exactly set in stone yet, from what I see.

 

Johnny Vegas: No shit, Sherlock. Unless everyone is named '???'

 

Ray Payne: Yah needz tah stops bein so meanies tah Miss Terra, yo.

 

Terra Skye: He'll do that when hell freezes over, Ray.

 

Boy: Mothers grave is the fortelling of the daytime!

 

Johnny Vegas: ….Right.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall and will be decided upon a coin flip after BOTH competitors are in the ring!

 

The lights in the arena darken as the crowd comes to a tepid quiet while they build in anticipation of the upcoming match. The opening assault of Exodus' "Beyond the Pale" begins to build until Randy Blythe belts out a trademark cat-like scream as Anubis Starscream emerges from behind the curtains.

 

Gary Altus

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is one half of the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions... GARY ALTUSSSS!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Well, I can only imagine how Altus feels, watching his partner slipping while he himself has been on a winning streak lately.

 

Johnny Vegas: He's probably thinking that his partner is the weak link...and part of me says that he's right.

 

Ray Payne: I wuld nots lets him heah dat yo. I dink dey is alrighties, yo.

 

His sole focus is the ring before him as he wastes no time to shake hands and slap flesh with the fans equally cheering him on and razzing him at the same time. Approaching the ring, Anubis reaches up to take hold of the bottom rope and hoists himself into the ring. Climbing through the ropes he passes by the referee and comes to lean against the opposite turnbuckle awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

 

Johnny Vegas: And here comes my least favorite part of the show..

 

Terra Skye: Shut up, Johnny.

 

The upbeat punk melody of 'Reckless and the Brave' by All Time Low fires up over the PA, and the curtains part for the Sandtown Kid standing center stage. Sandtown Kid hikes a hand up over his head, raising the Ultraviolent Title belt on display. The Sandtown Kid fixes his eyes on Gary Altus, making his way down the ramp, walking close enough to the aisle that the fans are able to reach out and touch him, patting his shoulder and back as he passes by, though STK's attention remains fixed on Altus and the ring. Reaching ringside, the Sandtown Kid lingers a the timekeeper's table, handing off the title belt to Boy in exchange for a microphone, and then slipping into the ring while the music rolls over into the rousing chorus of 'Do It For Baltimore'.

 

Lucas Silva

 

Sandtown Kid: Good evening, Baltimore! You folks ready to see me beat that jackass to death?

 

Sandtown Kid pumps a fist over his head, and the audience responds with a resounding cheer. Altus produces his own microphone, motioning for silence.

 

Gary Altus: And how many people would prefer to see the Sandtown Kid beat me with some three count in a technical match filled with 'mutual respect.'

 

The response is a somewhat mixed confusion, not nearly as enthusiastic as the bloodthirsty crowd cheering on the Sandtown Kid.

 

Gary Altus: There you got it, Kid. This traditional wrestling stuff, it's not what the crowd wants; it's not even what you want. You're on the wrong side. You're one of us.

 

Sandtown Kid: Screw you.

 

Gary Altus: Oh, c'mon. Don't be like that. Is that any way to talk to a friend?

 

Sandtown Kid: You ain't my friend. And the stuff you jerks pull, that's got nothing to do with wrestling. Beating up innocent people, ruining matches, all you guys ever do is screw people over and wreck everything.

 

Gary Altus: And have fun. Come on. Tell me you aren't praying for that coin to come up Tails. You want this as bad as I do. So why don't you just admit it: you don't belong with those Team Wrestling jokers. And let's give these people the bloodbath they came to see.

 

Referee Ed Hawkersby steps forward, raising the coin over his head, and then flips it into the air. Gary Altus snaps a hand forward, catching the coin out of the air and then drilling the referee in the face with his close fist. The Sandtown Kid tosses down his microphone, lunging into Altus with a shoulder block, knocking him backward against the turnbuckle. Laying into Altus with a series of body blows to the ribs, the STK keeps the pressure on, only for Altus to deliver a headbutt which staggers him backwards. Altus grabs hold of STK by the wrist, whipping him against the ropes with an arm drag. STK hooks an arm over the top rope to avoid spilling to the canvas, but Altus follows in with a clothesline, only for STK to duck low enough that he is able to dump Altus over the top rope and to the outside with a back body drop.

 

Terra Skye: Well, I guess they don't care what the coin says.

 

Johnny Vegas: Obviously.

 

Ray Payne: Dats not rite, yo. Dey shuld has waiteds fur da coins.

 

Terra Skye: Tell them that, Ray. I dare you.

 

STK steps onto the middle rope and bounces his weight, springboarding himself upward and launching himself over the ropes, dropping down over Altus with a falling elbow that catches the bigger man before he can fully raise to his feet. On his knees beside Altus, STK clubs downward with a double axe handle over his back, while Altus grabs hold of the ring skirting and hoists himself back to his feet. STK takes Altus by the hair, marching him along ringside and drawing back to slam Gary's head into the steel ring post, but Altus interrupts him with a back elbow, staggering STK backward, then tying him into a bearhug and delivering a belly to belly suplex that slams STK down over the steel ring steps. Stepping up onto the metal stairs, Altus raises a boot and attempts to curb stomp STK's skull into the metal stairs, but STK narrowly rolls out of the way and Altus comes up empty.

 

Ray Payne: Dese twos alreadies knows each odah yo. Dey faced alreadies.

 

Terra Skye: And there certainly is no love lost between them, that's for sure.

 

Johnny Vegas: I hate to say it, but I wish Altus would rip his little prick head off.

 

Terra Skye: You don't hate to say it.. so quit acting like you do.

 

STK sweeps Altus's feet out from under him, spilling Altus back to the concrete. STK pulls him upright, whipping Altus against the security railing and jarring him against the metal with a thunderous crash. The referee slides out of the ring, stepping between the two and holding STK at bay, while motioning to Altus to turn the coin over. Altus holds his hand up over his head, keeping the coin out of the referee's reach, and as the referee steps in closer and reaches up, Altus delivers a stiff kick to the midsection, driving the referee backward colliding with STK. STK scrambles, catching the referee and moving him out of the path of harm's way just in time for STK to take a forward body block, Altus clapping his arms together and boxing STK's ears on impact. The boy recoils and falters to one knee, holding his head in pain, and Altus hooks him under the arm, hip tossing him upward and laying him across the commentary table.

 

Terra Skye: Jesus!

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on guys.. can't you kill him somewhere else?

 

Ray Payne: Johnnie! We does not wunts Mistah Soundtown tah dies, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Speak for yourself.

 

Boy: TEN ORANGES AT MIDNIGHT!

 

Altus clubbed STK with a hammer fist blow for good measure, keeping the boy stunned and laid out over the table. Then pushing Johnny Vegas roughly to the floor, Altus snaps shut his steel folding chair and hoists it over his head. Altus slammed the chair down over STK, battering him against the table. Then drawing up for a second shot, Altus swings again, but this time STK raises his knees, taking a second heavy handed shot, but driving the chair backwards into Altus's face in response. STK fishes his hand out, picking up a whiskey glass that Johnny Vegas had left on the edge of the table, and smashing it against Altus's face in an explosion of glass and stinging alcohol to the open cuts. Altus grabs a handful of STK's mop of hair, dragging him up into a seated position on the table, then slamming the back of his skull down over the wood. Grabbing the wooden table under it's edge, Altus flips the table over, dumping STK to the concrete and capsizing the table on top of him, pinning him between the floor and the wood, and then stepping on top of the table, jumping up and down and crushing the life out of STK within the makeshift vice he had created.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny! Are you okay?!

 

Johnny Vegas: Mother.. FUCKERS!!

 

Ray Payne: Looks out! I dink he gunna blows yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: First it's my whiskey glass... now it's my table... I swear to God. I hate them both. I hate them both with a fire that burns hotter than.. than.. FUCKING LAVA.

 

Boy: DIE!

 

Johnny Vegas: YES BOY.

 

Altus steps off of the upside-down table, leaving STK pinned underneath, and shoves the referee aside as he marches away. Picking up the metal ring steps, Altus hoists them over his head and walks back the direction of the commentary team, STK just beginning to press the table off of him, only to have Altus throw the stairs, smashing a hole through the table and driving STK back to the floor, his head colliding with one of their chairs on the way down. Altus flips the table aside, dragging STK up from the floor and stuffing STK's head between his knees. Gutwrenching STK up into position for the Funeral Hymn, Altus pauses, holding his hand out and flipping the coin into the air. The referee steps forward to retrieve it, but STK catches it mid-toss, slipping free from Altus's grip in a backslide and bringing him to the floor with a neckbreaker. STK wraps an arm around Altus's neck, sitting him up into neckwrench headlock and cranking at Altus's skull, turning his head forcefully past his shoulder as if he were going to twist it in a complete circle. The referee politely motions for STK to hand over the coin, but with both his arms occupied in the hold, the boy resists rather than freeing Altus in order to comply.

 

Terra Skye: No one wants to give Ed back that coin.. So technically we still don't know what this match is supposed to be.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, I think these bastards have taken it into their own hands.. so whatever. Fuck the stupid coin.

 

Ray Payne: Yo, Johnnie... I dinks yah needs tah chillz outs yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I think you need to SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE!

 

Altus drives an elbow backward into STK's midsection. Then again. With a third elbow, he finally buys himself enough slack in the hold that he is able to get his feet under him. Rising back to his feet, Altus stands upright, while STK maintains his grip, transitioning into a backpack sleeper hold. Altus spins around and throws himself backward into the steel ring post, battering STK on his back, but STK still refuses to release him. Pivoting on his heel, Altus throws himself backwards against the security railing, folding STK in half across the lower back, but STK still will not let go. Stumbling, Altus shows the signs of consciousness beginning to slip, wobbling on his feet, but turning to the entrance ramp he makes a final move of desperation, bursting forward for a few sprinting steps and then leaping into a tumbling somersault that crushes STK against the metal ramp, leaving both men sprawled out on the floor.

 

Ray Payne: Dems not givin each odah a wholes lots of spaces yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's the point, Ray.

 

STK rolls onto his side, clapping a hand to the back of his head and kneeling in the tripod position as he tries to recover from another battering blow to the skull, while Altus takes several seconds to stir, breathing heavy as he clears his head from the hold. Altus raises to his feet, taking hold of STK by the hair and dragging the boy up the ramp as Altus approaches the stage. Reaching the stage, Altus stood on display for the sold out arena, hooking STK up with both arms and then driving his skull into the platform with a double underhook DDT. Altus shoves STK with his foot, rolling him over onto his back and bending over to look into his face.

 

Gary Altus: You're soft! You just going to lay down and give up? Is that what people do in "Sand Town"? Get up and fight like a man!

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn.

 

Terra Skye: Altus is gonna piss Silva off, that's for sure. Well him, and the rest of Baltimore.

 

STK recovers to his feet slowly, with Altus standing back and letting him until they are on equal footing, though as soon as STK is standing again, Altus unleashes, doubling the boy over with a gut punch, and then drilling an elbow smash down over the back of his head. STK falters to one knee, using his hand to brace himself, but Altus only grabs hold of his mop of hair in both hands and jerks STK's skull forward to meet a staggering knee shot to the middle of the face. Hooking STK over the head, Altus hoists him up into vertical suplex position, and then delays as he postures himself for a brainbuster, but STK hooks one of his legs over the overhead framework of the CarnageTron, and when Altus drives himself down on the stage, STK jerks free from his grip and continues to hang overhead.

 

Terra Skye: Wow! That was good thinking from Silva!

 

Johnny Vegas: Eh. Whatever.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Soundtown sended Mistah Shovel down by hisselfs, yo.

 

Doing an overhead sit-up, STK pulls himself upright, disentangling his leg, and correcting his position, while Altus quickly regains his footing. With a pull-up, STK raises himself in front of Altus, driving both feet into the bigger man's face before releasing the Tron and dropping back to the stage. STK charges forward with a shoulder tackle, taking Altus down on the stage and leaving both men tumbling over each other until they are perched precariously near the edge of the stage, Altus on top mounting STK while the boy's head dangles over the edge of the crew pit, Altus having both hands wrapped over the boy's face and throat, wrenching his neck backward over the sheer ledge of the stage. STK pried at Altus's grip, but the larger man had the clear advantage and STK did not have the leverage needed to break free of the iron grasp. Instead, the younger boy did the only thing he could think of, abruptly firing both his hands up at Altus's face and raking him across the eyes. Altus recoiled instinctive, bringing his forearm over his eyes for protection, and STK rolled the two of the to the side, escaping his grip as well as the treacherous ledge that threatened to drop both of them the twenty feet into the crew area.

 

Terra Skye: There you go Silva! Give that fucker a taste of his own medicine!

 

Ray Payne: Bouts times, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: How many times have we said that tonight?!

 

Ray Payne: As many times as neededs, yo.

 

Altus began to stand, but STK threw his entire body weight into a haymaker that collided against Altus's face, spinning the bigger man around from the force of the blow. Then STK followed in tight behind him, hooking Altus by the thighs and jerking him backwards into the wheelbarrel position before driving him face first into the stage with an inverted facebuster. The referee begins the long hike up the entrance ramp and approaches the two while STK takes charge, holding out his hand and motioning for the coin so the match can finally, officially get under way, but as STK extends his hand to offer it, Altus sits upright, throwing his head backwards and colliding with STK's nose through a rear headbutt. Altus regains his footing, hooking the younger man around the head and hoisting him up into a fisherman's suplex only to convert it into a DDT that drops STK on his skull yet again. As STK crumples under the force of impact, Altus stoops over and pulls the coin from STK's grip, raising it in front of the referee, then snatching it away at the last moment before the official can retrieve it.

 

Gary Altus: So where are your Team Wrestling buddies? I thought they hated this kind of stuff, Kid. Or is 'Team Wrestling' just a name? You know you've got nothing in common with them. Why don't you just admit it? You belong with us!

 

Terra Skye: NO! Don't let him get to you!

 

Ray Payne: Sticks wif da guud guyz yo! Don't does it!

 

Johnny Vegas: I might actually like you if you switch sides! DO IT!!!

 

The Sandtown Kid rolls over and raises to his knees, looking up at Gary Altus, and then defiantly spits a spray of blood in the bigger man's face. Altus actually laughs for a moment, then taking hold of STK by the hair to steady his head, and drawing back with a measured punch that seems to collapse the boy's face on impact. Altus tugs STK's Orioles jersey off over his head, whipping it around like a towel for a moment until it is tightened into a thick cord, and then wraps it around the boy's throat, placing a boot on the boy's chest to pin him down while Altus pulls up with both hands. STK's eyes bulge and veins throb over his face as Altus strangles the life from him, the boy out of reach of anything about Altus's knees, but kicking up his legs behind Altus and wrapping them around his legs, STK is able to trip him up enough to bring him back down to the stage, freeing himself for a much needed gasp of air, and then looping the Orioles jersy in front of Altus's neck while pressing a knee against the back of his head to apply pressure.

 

Terra Skye: I think he has his answer!

 

Ray Payne: I does not dink mistah Shovel iz gunna lets dis happenes fur long, yo.

 

Altus reaches overhead, getting a grip on STK from behind and tugs the boy forward in a jawbreaker which causes STK's grip to falter. Both men recover their feet quickly, with Altus rifling in for a powerful right cross. STK ducks low, dipping under the blow and using Altus's forward momentum to hoist the man up onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry position. Then, taking a moment to turn himself deliberately, STK positions himself at the edge of the stage, the referee emphatically shaking his head 'No' and trying to stop the boy. STK pays him no mind, toppling backwards with the Safe Haven Drop, both men plummeting through the air for the twenty foot drop into the crew pit area below, their bodies shattering against the concrete. Both men lay prone in a mangled wreckage for several seconds, and the referee has to race down the entrance ramp towards the ring in order to double backwards beside the ramp in a way that brings him safely to the pit, the competitors only just beginning to stir as he arrives several seconds later.

 

Ray Payne: OH MAH GAWDS YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: Are we sure they're not both dead after that?

 

Terra Skye: It looks like they're moving, but holy shit. I can't believe it.

 

It is STK that raises to his feet first, though Gary Altus is already on his knees by that point, holding the metal stage supports to assist him as he climbs back to his feet. Blood streaks Altus's face, though if it were from the fall or from the broken whiskey glass earlier is uncertain, the man unphased in the face of violence. STK takes hold of Altus from behind and slams his face into one of the metal stage supports. Altus collides with a loud sound, but then answers with a back elbow that catches STK in the throat, staggering him backwards and stunning him briefly. Hooking STK into the gutwrench position, Altus hikes him up overhead, then turns as he catches sight of the spotlight equipment used for the entrances. Taking three swift steps, Altus gets him into position, and then delivers the Funeral Hymn, driving STK head first through several of the colored stage lights in an explosion of glass and sparks. STK lays in a mangled heap, blood spilling freely from his scalp while Altus towers over him.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my God.. This is too much.. and the match hasn't even truly started yet!

 

Altus motions the referee over, and holds up the coin. The referee reaches out for it, but Altus flips it into the air and it plummets towards the floor, only to land in the palm of STK as he snatches it up, rising back to his feet and staring Altus down through a face painted in blood. Altus seems amused, laughing as the boy regains his footing and standing back enough to allow him the opportunity. Then Altus rockets forward with a big right hand to greet him. STK catches Altus by the wrist, tugging his arm to one side and greeting him with a forearm shot across the jaw, staggering the bigger man backward. Then, kicking one of the broken light fixtures up from the ground, STK caught it in both hands and slammed it down over the top of Altus's skull, showering him with shards of broken glass. Throwing himself forward in a spear, STK shoved Altus backwards and knocked him against the stage supports again, drawing back and hammering home a huge fist from the southpaw that staggered Altus for a moment.

 

Ray Payne: Gives dem da coins alreadies yo! SHEESH

 

Terra Skye: I know right? I can't believe this.

 

Johnny Vegas: Why can't you? That these two would rather just hurt each other rather than flip a god damned coin?

 

Terra Skye: You make a good point.

 

Jerking Altus away from the stage, STK hooks an arm behind him and drives him down with a forward Russian leg sweep that drives Altus down on top of a raised box of the stage pyrotechnics set up for Melody Lennox's entrance in the main event. Altus begins to stand, and STK grabs him by the wrist, helping him up for a moment, only to drive him right back down with a short arm clothesline. Dropping to his knees, STK hammered over Altus with a double-axe handle blow that battered him against the raised box, then lifted Altus's head and bounced his skull against the wood once more for good measure. Raising up from Altus's body, STK turned and found the referee looming behind him, and STK stumbled and leaned to one side, taking a breather. The referee extended his hand, asking for the coin so the match could finally get underway, but at that moment STK noticed that he was leaning against the control panel for the pyrotechnics, Altus still laying strewn out over the display. STK moved his hand over the controls, hesitating for a moment. Gary Altus coughed up blood.

 

Gary Altus: You don't have the-

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!!

 

Altus never got the chance to finish his statement as STK punched the control panel and Altus's face and shoulders were lit up in an explosion of sparks and pyrotechnics, burning him over much of his left side as he rolled away to avoid the worst of it. Altus rose back to his feet, looking at STK through a face covered in bloody blisters. STK motioned for Altus to 'bring it', and Altus raced forward, tackling STK and driving him straight through one of the metal support beams beneath the stage, the entrance slightly sagging to the left as STK's body battered through one of the braces. With a hand in his hair and the other at his waistband, Altus sent STK sailing through the air with a two handed throw, smashing STK against the security railing beside the entrance ramp and leaving him leaning against the metal partition as a makeshift crutch. Altus hoisted the broken support brace from the stage and slung it over one shoulder, lugging it forward like a club, and then swung broad with a horizontal swipe that knocked STK over the security railing and into the edge of the crowd. Altus moved to climb over the security railing to join him, but STK responded by grabbing him by the head, jerking him downward in facebuster position, bringing Altus's throat down over the top of the railing and sending him recoiling backward from the impact.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll give the little bastard credit.. he's got a lot of anger.

 

Boy: ANGER IS AS ANGER DOES

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes. Indeed.

 

The crowd swarms around STK, cheering him on and patting him on the back. STK grabs hold of Altus by the head, marching him back down towards the ring, while keeping the security railing between the two of them, until they return to ringside. As STK begins to climb over the railing and back to the ringside area, Altus delivers a stiff elbow shiv, cracking the boy along the jaw, then snapmares him over the railing, throwing him down on the concrete at ringside. Dragging STK up by the hair, Altus hooks STK for the emerald fusion, but STK pivots over his shoulder, sliding down behind Altus and delivering a sit-out neckbreaker. Dragging Altus back up, STK rolls him into the ring, then climbs onto the apron himself.

 

Altus greets STK with a European uppercut, and STK has to clutch the top rope to avoid falling off the apron at ringside. Altus grabbed hold of STK by the skull, dragging him over the top ropes and hoisting the boy onto his shoulders, and then marched towards the corner. Altus began to scale to the second turnbuckle, setting himself up for Collateral Damage, until STK digs his thumb into the side of Altus's neck, tearing open one of the bloody blisters and digging deep inside of the weeping sore. Altus's grasp faltered, and STK slipped down, landing on the apron on the opposite side of the turnbuckle.

 

Terra Skye: That is just grotesque!

 

Johnny Vegas: But effective. God damnit.

 

STK ducks low, spearing his head between the middle and top rope and delivering a shoulder block which stuns Altus and doubles him over, bouncing his head off the top turnbuckle in the process. Momentarily dazed, Altus takes a step backward, while STK slips through the ropes, hooking Altus under the arm and hoisting him up over his shoulders. Safe Haven Drop! Laying exhausted by Altus's side, STK extends his hand, offering the coin up to the referee, who finally is able to deliver the flip. The coin turns up heads, and the match will be fought by traditional rules.

 

Matt Wylde: This match... will be contested under Traditional rules..

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe this!

 

Boy sounds the bell and the match is officially under way, while STK drapes an arm over Altus in exhaustion.

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Matt Wylde: And your winner... THE SANDTOWNNN KIDDDD!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Wow, yo.

 

STK lays exhausted in the ring, breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling, while the curtains part and Wrath takes his place center stage. The stage droops slightly to the left from the damage the two men had wrought, but Wrath still stands on it confidently, clapping his hands together slowly and applauding.

 

Terra Skye: Oh God.. I can't believe he's even up and about after his match with Dazi.

 

Johnny Vegas: Nothing surprises me anymore. Honestly.

 

John Ojeda: You see? You see what you're capable of? You've been holding back, Kid, too concerned with what everyone else thinks. And where did all that nice guy bullshit ever get you? You lost to me. You lost to Gary. You lost to Cynder. You have never been able to do that Team Wrestling garbage and make it work. But this? Oh, buddy, tonight was a thing of beauty. That's what you're capable of. So ask yourself as you head towards WAR: whose side are you really on? Because when you meet Tweeder, that pure rules respectful bullshit just ain't gonna cut it.

 

Ray Payne: Does not does it yo!

 

Boy: NOT THINGS NO TEAMS TWEEVER.

 

Johnny Vegas: He might not be such a prick.

 

Terra Skye: I mean they make a point. I hate to say it but Silva has been there for everyone else when they needed help, but no one has come to his aid when he's needed help. Team Wrestling needs to get on the same page if they have any hope of beating team carnage.

 

Ray Payne: Dats trues, yo.

 

Terra Skye: And now, it looks like we're gonna take a look at the Card for Chaos 24!

 

 

 

CHAOS LIVE! (24) From the Carnage Arena in Baltimore Maryland!

 

 


August 22nd, 2016
LIVE on the OWF NETWORK from the CARNAGE ARENA in Beautiful Baltimore Maryland!!!


 

* MAIN EVENT *
Team Carnage vs. Team Wrestling!
Coin Flip Match - Will Determine if the match will be contested under Standard or Ultraviolent Rules!!

 

        

 



Melody Lennox & Wyatt Hendrix

 

vs.

 

Tweeder & Sabiru

 


 

 

* FEATURE MATCH *
Team Carnage vs. Team Wrestling!
Coin Flip Match - Will Determine if the tag team match will be contested under Standard or Ultraviolent Rules!!

 

        

 



Gary Altus & Cynder Hendricks

 

vs.

 

Dazi Miyashita & Lucas Silva

 


 

 

* FEATURE MATCH *
STANDARD RULES

 

        

 



Marisol Hawkes

 

vs.

 

Trey Maddox

 


 

 

* OPENING MATCH *
STANDARD RULES

 

        

 



Nina Stokes

 

vs.

 

Joseph War

 


 

 

 

Main Event: Cynder Hendricks Vs. Melody Lennox

Ray Payne: Dat luks like a stackeded card headed intah Chaoses twendy fours, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Shit might just hit the fan before we even get to We Are Relentless.

 

Terra Skye: You might be right, Johnny. It's going to be a mess, that's for sure.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall and will be decided upon a coin flip after BOTH competitors are in the ring!

 

Terra Skye: Hopefully this coin toss goes better than the last one did.

 

Johnny Vegas: Knowing these fuckers around here..

 

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

 

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….

 

Cynder Hendricks

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, hailing from Kingsbridge Heights, Bronx, New York; and weighing in at One hundred and twenty two pounds... she is the Carnage Wrestling Baltimore City champion.... CYNDER HENDRICKSSSS!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Looking confident as always.

 

Terra Skye: I do know for a fact that she didn't take too kindly to Tweeder interfering in her match at Chaos 22.

 

Ray Payne: I dink she wunts tah does it herselfs, yo. Jus like some of da odah peoples, yo.

 

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.

 

Johnny Vegas: It makes me curious as to how these 'teams' are going to play out.

 

Terra Skye: I know what you mean, there are so many different kinds of people in these teams, and they just get more different as the weeks go on.

 

A heavy guitar riff begins to play, hyping up the audience. A few spotlights, small flickers of red and pastel blue, begin to light up the audience as "This Will Be The Day" begins to play over the loudspeakers. Stepping out onto the stage is Melody Lennox - the petite pixie of CW, in a self-promotional shirt over her shorts. She shuddered away a little at the spotlight, a meek smile on her face. Skipping forward, she gave her multi-colored hair a toss from side to side, swaying with her bouncy movements. A hand went out to one side, then the other, collecting high fives from fans.

 

Melody Lennox

 

Matt Wylde: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Huntington Beach, California - weighing in at 100 pounds... She is the Carnage Champion.... MELODY LENNNNNNNOOOOOOX!

 

Terra Skye: And here's our girl.

 

Ray Payne: It wuz a pleasures tah haz her heah last shows, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It wasn't terrible.. but it wasn't great either!

 

Terra Skye: She certainly wasn't fond of you either, Johnny.

 

She blushed slightly at the introduction, she gently pulled her hand back and folded both arms behind her back. Flushed face, she climbed up the stairs to enter the ring, undoing the furl in her arms and ascending the turnbuckles from the outside. Posing on the post, she then took hold of the top ropes and slowly descended down onto the canvas. Meekly backing into the corner, she gently fiddled with some of her hair as her music faded.

 

Terra Skye: And here's the time when we get to see if this match is going to be a little out of Melody's wheel house.. or if Cynder is going to have to play by the rules.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't think little Melly could handle an Ultraviolent match against Cynder.

 

Ray Payne: I dink yah iz wrongs, yo. Miss Melly gotted hardcores back in hers olds places yo.

 

Terra Skye: Ray makes a great point, Johnny. Back in Uncensored, Melody faced our very own Kyra Mohr in a 'Crazy Train' match.. And she won. Considering the shit we've seen Kyra endure I'm fairly certain Melody had to really step it up against her.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll believe it when I see it.

 

Referee White Rey steps into the ring, coin in hand.

 

Matt Wylde: Once again, Heads equals standard rules, and tails equals Ultraviolent rules!

 

Rey throws the coin into the air, and allows it to drop to the canvas. Everyone leans in with anticipation, hoping to see the stipulation that they want on that coin.

 

Matt Wylde: Aaaand... the main event this evening will be contested under.... STANDARD RULES!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Looks like our champ gets what she wants.

 

Terra Skye: Not necessarily. I'm seeing something different in her eyes tonight. She honestly looked like she was ready to take on Cynder in a hardcore style match.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well Cynder isn't going to be any easier to beat in a standard match. Just saying.

 

Matt Wylde steps out of the ring, as White Rey steps to each woman and checks her over for any illegal items before calling out to Boy for the opening bell!

 

Boy: STARSHED IN THE WORDS OF THE DEAD.

 

Johnny Vegas: Just ring the damn bell.

 

DING DING!!

 

The legion is pumped as this standard match gets underway with the two femmes circling the ring. Lennox has a slight grin on her face as the coin-toss had gone Team Wrestling's way for once; but that seems to make Cynder Hendricks that much more determined than she was before. The two square off at ring center with a very short collar and elbow tie-up that gets broken up almost immediately by Hendricks. Kattunge throws a hard forearm smash into the side of the world champion's head, throwing any wrestling the crowd might have hoped to have seen tonight right out the window. Lennox grits her teeth and stands her ground and throws a return forearm of her own. While staying partially in the clinch, Lennox and Hendricks exchange a volley of smashes that brings the tension up immediately. The Baltimore City Champion's power helps her to get the better of the exchange, landing a fifth and a sixth forearm smash in a quick succession that back Melody up to the east side ropes.

 

Terra Skye: You could cut the tension with a knife.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Melly iz nots backin downs, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: She's got a lot to prove tonight. At least in my eyes.

 

Kattunge grabs Melody's left wrist and pulls her forward for an irish whip but Lennox is able to throw her weight over and reverse the irish whip. Kattunge is sent to the western ropes instead and chooses to carry her momentum bounding off of them with full force. Lennox steps into the center of the ring to meet her opponent but as the two come together it's Hendricks who is able to drop Melody down to the mat with a hard shoulder block. Kattunge looks down at the world champion with a grin on her face. Hendricks pivots and runs against the north ring ropes regaining a full head of steam. Melody quickly regains her wits and rolls her shoulders over to throw her body in the way of Cynder's legs the moment she turns with an attempted body trip. Hendricks jumps over the Carnage Champion with relative ease but now stumbles as she makes her way towards the south end of the ring. She catches herself by grabbing the top rope on that side of the ring, and turns to run at her opponent once more. Lennox pops back up onto her feet and catches Kattunge with an armdrag. Hendricks rolls through the light impact of the arm drag and ends up right back on her feet; she charges a second time and ends up taking a second arm drag from the world champ. The crowd cheers and gives a small round of applause as Melody Lennox neatly transitions the armdrag into an armbar to keep Kattunge from rolling through this time.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Melly shows her quickiness, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Cynder with a slight stumble there, but there's no doubt that she's just as quick as the Carnage Champ.

 

Johnny Vegas: There's a reason they're both champs..

 

Senior Referee White Rey asks Hendricks if she wishes to submit to the armbar, but no one – not even Lennox – thinks that this move will do anything but ground her opponent. Kattunge pounds her fist against the mat in anger a single time after telling White Rey where he can go with his questions. Hendricks pushes up with her left leg, getting herself up to one knee where she reaches up and grabs a handful of Lennox's blonde hair, yanking it backward. Lennox lets out a yelp with the stinging of the sharp pain that may have tweaked her head and/or neck area, and White Rey is quick to admonish Kattunge yelling out loud enough that the crowd can hear that there will be no hair pulling. Kattunge frees Lennox's hair as Melody wrenches in the armbar even tighter. Hendricks bites her bottom lip in discomfort as she pulls herself up to both feet. Hendricks is able to quickly break up the armbar by throwing herself back down to the mat while pulling Lennox down with her; throwing Lennox up and over her body with a judo throw. Lennox hits the mat and quickly rolls through much as her opponent did with the armdrag. Both femmes make it back to their feet at the same time and turn to square off. Kattunge throws a roundhouse kick that barely misses Melody's face by a measure less than a half-inch, only because of Lennox's reflexes and her ability to bend herself backward at the waist. The Carnage Legion 'Ooohs' at the big whiff, Hendricks' momentum carries her around and Lennox dives underneath to pull her down into a rollup.

 

 

One!

 

 

Tw-

 

Hendricks kicks out quickly, right before or very close to the count of two.

 

Terra Skye: We should've known this coming in, but these two are very evenly matched.

 

Johnny Vegas: They're both women who have something to prove. Two very different things to prove, but nonetheless, they're out to show that they are worthy of what they have.

 

Both femmes work to be the first back to their feet, though Kattunge is showing a bit more urgency after being the first to have her shoulders pinned to the mat. Hendricks takes Lennox by the back of the neck and pulls Melody towards herself as she throws a high knee lift right into her solar plexus. Melody groans forcibly as the wind is driven from her body as well having the tree of nerve fibers light up painfully as a result of that hard impact. Kattunge takes the opportunity while Lennox is doubled-over to raise her elbow high in the air only to drive the point of it into the back of her opponents skull. Lennox immediately grabs the back of her head and shoots up, stumbling backward towards the west side of the ring where she catches her balance on the ropes. Hendricks comes up from behind and wraps her arms around the head of Lennox only to rake her face along the top of the ropes edge; another tactic that draws ire from the Referee and the fans. Lennox screams out as she's dragged three feet across the rope before she's finally let go, and is given a moment to recover as White Rey gives Cynder Hendricks an earful.

 

Terra Skye: Should've known though, that Cynder can't help but bend the rules.

 

Ray Payne: She iz a membah of team Carnages, yo.. dats tah be expectedz.

 

Terra Skye: One could only hope that they'd at least abide by the stipulations.

 

Lennox ends up in the northwest corner of the ring with her back turned towards the turnbuckles as she uses one hand to check her face while the other is kept in a defensive posture. Hendricks approaches from the south, and enters the corner carefully as not to give off her positioning. Melody, still partially blinded from the rope raking, doesn't have the opportunity to block when Kattunge throws the tip of her boot into her stomach. Lennox doubles over in the corner as Hendricks follows up with a flurry of stomps that sends her down into a seated position. Hendricks places the sole of her boot onto Melody Lennox's throat and chokes her while using the ropes to aide her in applying more pressure to the Carnage Champion. White Rey has no other choice but to start a standing five count... 1..2..3..4.. that finally forces Kattunge to give her opponent a competition break.

 

Terra Skye: COME ON!

 

Hendricks is just short of livid as White Rey grabs her around the waist and physically pulls her out of the corner. Kattunge and White Rey get into a very verbal altercation where Hendricks ends up threatening White Rey while pointing her finger directly in his face. The altercation ends with Hendricks side-stepping the referee only to go right back to what she was doing before, choking the world champion with her boot for the second straight time, all the way up to a four count.

 

Johnny Vegas: Once a hardass, always a hardass. That's what I say.

 

Ray Payne: Dats jus not nices, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: She's not getting disqualified, so that counts.

 

The crowd on hand here at the Carnage Arena in Baltimore are booing loudly when Cynder Hendricks is forcibly pulled off of Melody Lennox a second time. Hendricks takes a moment to assuage her need to be charismatic by lifting her arms up at her side while taking a bow for the fans, drawing even more anger towards herself. She turns towards the south side of the ring and repeats the gesture to the fans on that side of the arena, looking directly into the OWF Network cameras as she takes her bow. The moment serves to be a breather for her, swiping her hair back away from her face before she turns back towards Lennox to continue the match.

 

Terra Skye: Showboating. Wow.

 

Johnny Vegas: Girl is proud of the job she's done.

 

Terra Skye: Someone as new as she, shouldn't be so quick to count out someone like Melody Lennox.

 

Ray Payne: Dat mite comes back tah bites her, yo.

 

Boy: BITTEN.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah....

 

Hendricks approaches the corner where Lennox is just now starting to try to pull herself back up. Hendricks comes in with her arms raised fairly high which leaves an opening for the World Champion to exploit. With her hands on the ropes, Melody pulls herself upward to throw a kick into Cynder's midsection that not only catches her off-balance but sends her staggering back towards the center of the ring as well. The Carnage Legion cheers as Lennox uses her grip on the ropes to bridge herself back up to her feet in time to see her opponent standing in the center of the ring. Melody charges with full force and throws her arm out to her side, catching Kattunge at the base of her neck with a clothesline. Hendricks falls flat to the mat but immediately throws her left shoulder over her body to roll herself back up to her feet. Meanwhile, Melody is feeding off of the crowd as she clenches her fist and awaits her opponent's return. The moment that Hendricks is back up and returned, Lennox downs her with a second jarring clothesline. Hendricks hits the mat and quickly rolls herself over again, making sure to keep her shoulder blades off of the mat. Each clothesline brought the crowd further back into the match, and when Hendricks stands up a third time, Lennox uses that energy to throw herself in the air to nail her opponent with a picture perfect dropkick. The crowd cheers loudly when Hendricks hits the mat a third time and this time lingers a bit on her back.

 

Terra Skye: YEAH! There she goes!

 

Lennox is quick back to her feet with enough time to spare that she can wait for her opponent to rise on her own terms. Kattunge fights through the initial sting of her opponents offense to get back to a vertical base, but only to be immediately taken by Lennox and driven back down into the mat with a hard bulldog. The crowd yells at Lennox to make a cover, but instead the champ takes a few moments to recuperate on her own, with her sights on the southeast corner of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: She's not going for the cover!

 

Johnny Vegas: Now that is interesting.

 

Ray Payne: I wundah whys, yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's definitely not like her. It looks like she's looking to do some more damage to her opponent! Good for her!

 

Johnny Vegas: Maybe Sabiru did more of a number on her than we thought.

 

Ray Payne: Or maybes she iz provin dat she gots whut it takes tah hang wif da peoples in team carnages, yo. Ya knows dey dinks dat da team wresslin peoples iz jus a bunch ah sissies, yo. Miss Mellie iz no sissy.

 

Melody sits up with her eyes still pointed at the southeast corner. She sends a quick glance over at her opponent who is still lying face down upon the mat. Melody pushes herself up to her knees and then back up to her feet and makes her way over to the ring corner while Kattunge is still down. Using her agility, she places one foot on the bottom rope and uses it to spring herself upward landing perfectly in a crouched position on the top rope facing the ring. The Legion cheers this impressive display from a competitor, especially as Lennox stands perched while almost begging Cynder to get back to her feet. Inside the ring, Senior Referee White Rey begins an arbitrary ten-count for Lennox who is technically outside the ring, but he doesn't even reach the count of two before Hendricks is almost back to her feet.

 

Terra Skye: There she goes!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's gotten my attention.

 

Hendricks stands fully-vertical, with her back turned to where Lennox is. Melody leaps into the air just as Cynder begins to pivot towards the southeast corner, and catches her with a big cross body off of the top rope. The crowd cheers as both femmes grunt out loudly from the impact and their bodies go crashing down to the mat. Hendricks holds Lennox tightly and uses her own momentum against her to roll herself backwards so that Lennox falls over and has her shoulders down on the mat instead. Senior Referee White Rey doens't miss a beat as Cynder holds on and clutches Lennox tightly in a pinning predicament...

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Thr-Lennox flails her legs wildly and just manages to break the pinfall up before White Rey's hand hits the mat for three.

 

Terra Skye: The Legion is in shock! That was CLOSE!

 

Johnny Vegas: That risk might have costed Melody... a split second more, and it would have.

 

Ray Payne: All dat matters iz dat it wuz nots da tree. yo.

 

With the pinfall so close, there are some fans within the Carnage Arena that aren't sure if the action is over or not until both women stand up and Hendricks nearly decapitates Lennox with a strong, short clothesline of her own. There's a loud gasp when both femmes hit the mat again yet this time Cynder is the one that seems to be in control. Moving a bit slower than before, Cynder has to push herself up to her knees and noticeably takes a few deep breaths before moving any further. Lennox had already worked to roll herself up onto her side in the direction away from her opponent to make pinning her harder for the time being anyway. Cynder uses aide from White Rey's belt to pull herself back up to her feet, something White Rey definitely isn't happy about and gives Hendricks an ear-full for. Hendricks grabs Lennox by her hair and works to pull Lennox back to her feet slowly due to both competitors building lethargy at this stage of the match. Melody lunges upward and wraps her arm around Cynder's neck and pulls her down into a small package pin.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Hendricks kicks out solidly just before the count of three!

 

Ray Payne: Dere's da Miss Melly we knows, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't be so sure of it. Something has changed about her.

 

Terra Skye: I agree.. but Cynder is looking different out there too.

 

After the pin breaks up, both female athletes roll themselves back to a vertical base, pushing their limits to gain the advantage. Cynder turns and fires off another short-arm clothesline that Lennox is able to dodge as she anticipated it and draws the respect of the audience as she does so with an acrobatic one-handed cartwheel. Cynder has the move well-scouted though as Melody's landing is marred by an immediate thrust kick that catches her with a minor glancing shot to the jaw.

 

Johnny Vegas: Cynder has got Melody scouted though. Not many people counter that dodge.

 

Terra Skye: In her short time here, Cynder has proven herself to be an impressive talent. If she keeps honing in those skills, I forsee her challenging Melody Lennox again for the Carnage Championship.

 

Ray Payne: But she's has tah gives up her Baltimores city belts tah does dat yo... rite?

 

Terra Skye: That's right, Ray. But none of that is set in stone yet, so lets just watch the rest of this match.

 

Melody staggers backward, her back contacting the ropes just enough that she bounces off of them heading back towards her opponent. Kattunge squares up and kicks Lennox in the gut upon arrival. Cynder calls out to the crowd as she grips Melody's head and sets her up for her signature implant ddt. Right as Hendricks is about to drop the World Champion, Melody is able to find the wherewithal to spin herself out of the front facelock and back to a stand. Cynder telegraphs a right hand as she cocks it back for a hey-maker and Lennox is able to duck it; then Melody fires off knife-edge chops in a rapid succession that has Kattunge backing up to the ropes. The crowd reacts to the loud sound of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the arena as Lennox transfers the chops into an irish whip where she sends Kattunge hard, back first into the northeast corner of the ring. Melody extends the distance between them and then charges with a barrel-full of her own momentum and attempts to perform her leaping clothesline but Hendricks moves out of the way. Hendricks spins Lennox in the corner so that her back is facing the turnbuckles and then steps up onto the second rope to begin a flurry of mounted punches. The crowd boos with each one, and as Senior Referee nears a five count to break up the punches, Cynder Hendricks snaps off a hurricanrana as an Ode to Wrath. But Lennox shoves Hendricks off of her shoulders as she is performing the maneuver, and instead of taking Lennox with her Cynder ends up performing a backflip where she lands on her feet anyway. While Hendricks is doubled-over from landing the flip, Lennox pushes herself forward out of the corner and leaps up onto Kattunge's back going for the Off-Key Symphony! The crowd cheers as Lennox works to lunge forward, but Cynder Hendricks uses her raw toughness and power to somehow step towards the north ropes just enough to reach out and grab the middle rope before Lennox can finish off the maneuver. Hendricks hugs the middle rope tight as Lennox makes a few attempts to snap the move off anyway while Senior Referee White Rey counts to five forcing the Carnage World Champion to make the break. The Legion is audibly disappointed but Lennox does the right thing as she makes a clean break that allows Cynder Hendricks passage.

 

Terra Skye: Wow. Lennox drawing the five count.

 

Johnny Vegas: Interesting. Very interesting.

 

Ray Payne: Dat iz jus nots like hers, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: We've determined this, Ray. Way to keep repeating yourself.

 

Melody takes a few steps back for the break but that doesn't stop Kattunge from taking immediate action. Kattunge charges and takes Lennox to the mat with a half-spear like maneuver that's more designed to capture her opponents waist than to impact it. Lennox hits the mat in the center of the ring and sits out to place her back at Hendricks with the waistlock still applied. Hendricks and Lennox both work their way back up to their feet with Hendricks still wrenching the waistlock. Melody tries to throw back elbows at her opponent but Cynder is able to move her head away to keep any of the strikes from landing. Melody works her hips to loosen her opponents grip, and then jumps into the air with an attempt to turn the waistlock into a version of a victory roll. Hendricks blocks the roll-through, and transitions Melody's counter into a wheelbarrow that she immediately uses to pull Melody up and then unceremoniously throw her face first back down to the canvas. The Jenocidal Junkie rolls through after the wheelbarrow facebuster looking to apply a crossface to finish off her signature combo. With Surtr Sins almost applied, Lennox reaches out at thin air for anything, and the moment at which the crossface gets locked in the Carnage World Champion is able to grab onto the nearby bottom rope. Senior Referee White Rey begins to count to five as Kattunge reacts angrily and refuses to release the hold. She almost earns herself a disqualification as she broke right as White Rey had reached five.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz cloeses, yo.

 

The crowd boos as Cynder Hendricks is quick back up to her feet and she begins to lay stomps down along the back of the champion. White Rey once again has to drag Hendricks physically away from Lennox to initiate a proper break. Hendricks is furious, but she seems to need to take the few moments given to her to catch her breath. Her hands go down to her thighs as she looks across the ring at the champion working the ropes to pull herself back to her feet.

 

Terra Skye: Cynder is stalking her prey right now. She's a dangerous woman, that's for damn sure.

 

Boy: MOTHER Graves! Dylan notes leaves in the grave.

 

Ray Payne: Dats okies, Boy. Dat notes iz probabs stills dere, yo.

 

Kattunge waits for Lennox to get back to her feet. Lennox catches Cynder out of the corner of her eye, but pulls herself back to her feet knowing that an attack is imminent. Cynder pounces the moment that both of Lennox's wrestling boots come in contact with the mat as she charges forward. Hendricks springboards off of the middle rope and sends herself flying at Lennox with a modified version of her springboard plancha. Melody is able to duck the maneuver at the last moment and it sends Cynder crashing down on the mat. Cynder hits the mat hard stomach first and pops up onto her knees, clutching her chest area with both of her arms. Melody charges in and catches Kattunge in the side of her face with a beautiful shining wizard. The Carnage Legion cheers as Lennox rolls over and throws her arm overtop of Kattunge...

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Thr-No! Kattunge rolls her shoulder up.

 

Terra Skye: Hot Damn! This match has been excellent! Proof that you don't need to be hardcore to have a great match!

 

Ray Payne: Sucks it Teams Carnages, yo!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Calm down, Ray. Calm down.

 

Lennox looks up at White Rey and gets the two-count signal from him. She brushes her hair backward and everyone can see the look of determination etched on her face. Lennox pulls Cynder up off of the mat just enough to throw a forearm shiv that knocks her right back down flat on the canvas. Cynder rolls over onto her stomach and away from Lennox, but it doesn't take Melody long to catch on to her opponent's evasion. Lennox grabs Hendricks by the ankle and drags the femme towards the center of the ring looking for a camel clutch. Before the Carnage Champion can get the Baltimore City Champion over, Kattunge manages to roll herself over onto her back and use her feet to push Melody off of her. Melody is forced to release the ankle as she takes three big steps backward before she can regain her balance. Kattunge sits up and Lennox comes charging in with a running knee strike aimed at the side of Cynder's head but Cynder manages to duck it. Lennox's momentum carries her over her opponent, Cynder reaches up with perfect timing and grabs a handful of Lennox's tights to pull her down into a roll-up. White Rey dives in to count the pin but Melody uses her own momentum to simply roll backwards through the pin attempt and back up to her feet. Cynder Hendricks turns and pushes herself back up to her feet using one knee but she is immediately clutched in the grasp of the World Champion who grabs her in suplex positioning and shoots her over with a snap vertical suplex with ease.

 

Terra Skye: This pace can't keep up for long. Both women have got to be exhausted.

 

After the suplex, Lennox kips back up to her feet which gets the Legion completely riled up. Lennox stands in wait for Cynder to get back to her feet calling to the crowd for the Off-Key Symphony once more. Hendricks is slow to get back to her feet, using the ropes for aide. As she turns she is met with a midkick from Lennox. It looks like the midkick caught its mark as Kattunge doubles over, but Hendricks quickly pops back upright with Lennox's foot trapped in her arms. Melody hops twice before Hendricks throws her opponents leg down while snapping off a loud step up enzugiri that looks like it might have taken the champ's head off. Lennox drops down to one knee in a stutter-step and on dream street when The Jenocidal Junkie quickly pulls her back in and drills her to the mat with an implant DDT.

 

Terra Skye: If we know Cynder well enough by now, we also knows where she's heading from here.

 

Johnny Vegas: But why doesn't she just try to pin her?

 

Ray Payne: Wunts tah does more damages, yo?

 

Most of the Legion here in the Carnage Arena are booing as the sweaty and tired Hendricks pops up with the Carnage World Champion laid out on the canvas. Hendricks nearly falls over, catching the northern top rope to break her fall as she looks back at her opponent's positioning. Fighting fatigue, Cynder Hendricks steps through the ropes to the ring apron and begins to scale the northeastern ring corner. Ascending the turnbuckles is a slow process as the champion begins to stir. The Baltimore City Champ pulls her wrestling boots up to the top turnbuckle and gathers a perch where she is balanced. Hendricks stands for a moment on the top rope with her back turned towards the ring. Hendricks flicks her head back to clear her hair away from her face, slowly standing upright on the top rope and turnbuckle so that she can perform her signature corkscrew angled moonsault. Just as Hendricks is about to make the leap, Lennox flies in and throws her upper body over the top of the eastern ropes, jostling them enough that Hendricks falls down crotching the top turnbuckle. The crowd inside the Carnage arena reacts to the look on Hendricks's face as she comes down in a bad way.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Cyn mays jus comes tah regrets dat, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: She might be regretting it already.

 

Terra Skye: And this is why we call her mighty Mellie.

 

Lennox wills herself forward, pulling herself along the eastern rope until she reaches the corner where Hendricks is sitting. Lennox pulls herself up onto the middle turnbuckle as the Baltimore City Champion instinctively works to get herself back up to a vertical base as well. With Melody Lennox guiding her, Kattunge is brought back up and directed to turn so that she is perched on the top turnbuckle while facing the ring instead. Lennox then places one foot up on the top rope next to Hendricks, and clutches her with a front waistlock. Lennox pulls her second foot up onto the top rope and tries to pull Hendricks up for a backflip belly-to-belly suplex off of the top rope!

 

Terra Skye: Holy fucking shit! Melody is going for the Final Serenade! She practically never goes for that move!

 

Johnny Vegas: Hot damn! I might actually start rooting for that little firecracker if she keeps up this attitude!

 

Kattunge manages to keep Lennox from pulling her up with a vicious headbutt. Lennox is momentarily stunned, giving Hendricks enough time to throw her head back to smash Lennox in the face a second time with a harder headbutt than before. Lennox is barely holding on, but regains her wits just in time to clutch the waistlock one more time to go for the Final Serenade. Lennox pulls upward with all of her might, but Hendricks manages to break her grasp instead. Lennox performs a partial backflip empty-handed and lands awkwardly on her head and neck. The entire Carnage Legion is stunned as Lennox immediately clutches her head and rolls around for a moment on the canvas just beneath the northeast corner of the ring. Kattunge looks down for a moment, seemingly looking to decide on what to do. When Lennox finally does come to a stop, Kattunge decides. She stands herself upright on the top rope and jumps, performing a 180 degree turn in mid air. She lands back on the top rope, this time her back facing the ring. She nearly loses her balance, but the moment she catches it, she snaps off a Corkscrew Angled Moonsault. Her body twists through the air and connects down across the chest of the Carnage Champion Melody Lennox. The Legion begins to boo loudly as Kattunge holds her chest tightly for a moment before throwing her upper body down onto Lennox and hooking her outside leg. White Rey jumps down to make the cover!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Matt Wylde: Here is your winner, CYNDER HHHEEENNNNDDDRRRIIXXXXX!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my God... I can't believe this! Melody Lennox was just handed her first loss here in Carnage wrestling... By Cynder Hendricks!

 

Ray Payne: Maybes dat one moves costed her, yo.

 

Terra Skye: It might have, but that shouldn't deter Melody. That new attitude might be just what she needs if she's to go into WAR and help team Wrestling to victory.

 

Johnny Vegas: That is if their team can stick together to begin with.

 

The crowd is absolutely stunned as Cynder Hendricks drops Melody Lennox's leg and sits up on her knees. Hendricks swipes her hair back away from her sweaty brow and takes a few moments to not only catch her breath but to take in the gravity of what she had just accomplished right here, right now. Senior Referee White Rey offers a hand to help Hendricks back up to her feet in order to raise her arm in victory. For a moment, it appears as though Hendricks is going to be pulled up by Rey, but Cynder rips her hand out of his and immediately goes to back to her opponent, mounting her so that she can rain down a flurry of closed fists on her face. The crowd goes from booing to absolutely furious as White Rey has to physically pull Cynder Hendricks away!

 

Terra Skye: What the HELL?!?

 

Ray Payne: SORE WINNAH YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: She just became the first person to beat Melody Lennox.. why's she gotta act like a prick?

 

Cynder, now back on her feet, turns and shoves White Rey off, sending him through the ropes and crashing against the lightly padded floor right in front of the commentary area. Inside the ring, Hendricks grabs a double-handful of Melody Lennox's hair and yanks her back to her feet only to fling her through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, towards the entrance ramp.

 

DING DING DING DING DING!!!

 

Hendricks hops through the ropes and jumps to the outside where Melody Lennox is fighting to get back up to her feet. With Lennox on all fours, Kattunge simply runs up and punt kicks her rib cage sending her back over onto the light padding on the concrete floor. Hendricks is quick to pull Lennox back up to a vertical base by her hair the whole time mocking her for being in pain. Lennox throws a forearm shiv that catches Kattunge on the button and sets her up for some offense of her own, but the moment that Lennox takes a step away from Hendricks, Hendricks uses the grip of Lennox's hair to snap her right back down to the thinly padded concrete floor below.

 

Terra Skye: COME ON! This isn't going to help her injuries any! This is only going to set her back!

 

DING DING DING DING DING!!!

 

Hendricks lays the boots to Lennox while she is down, adding insult to injury with each strong stomp on the Carnage Champion. After it appears as though Hendricks might be done, she reaches over the barricade and grabs a steel folding chair from ringside. There's a loud twang when Hendricks snaps the chair shut, but there's also a commotion at the top of the ramp as Lucas Silva limps out from the backstage area.

 

Lucas Silva

 

He stops at the top of the ramp the moment that he and Cynder Hendricks make eye contact. The crowd is cheering for Silva, expecting him to come down and stop the barrage on a fellow Team Wrestling member. Even Hendricks herself becomes very vocal as she holds the chair up at chest height and dares Silva to come down the ramp. Sandtown Kid appears hesitant.

 

Ray Payne: Waits, yo.. Whut's goin on...

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy fucking hell, What Altus and Ojeda said earlier... it might have gotten to him.

 

Terra Skye: No, it can't be... not Lucas Silva.. he wouldn't... Would he?

 

Hendricks turns her attention back to Lennox, who is struggling to make her way back up to her feet. Hendricks raises the steel chair high and slams it down across the back of Lennox! There's a loud twang and Boy continues to ring the bell which does nothing to stop the post-match attack. Hendricks pulls the chair up a second time when suddenly a team of security come rushing out from the top of the ramp, members of the security team even accidentally brushing into STK as he stands watching from the distance. Hendricks's second chair shot is interrupted when security come swirling down the ramp, but they prove to be nothing at all as the very first security guard takes the steel folding chair with his face.

 

Terra Skye: SHIT!

 

Johnny Vegas: This really is too close for comfort!

 

Ray Payne: Comes on Mistah Soundtown... does nots lets da peoples down, yo.

 

Guard after guard go down as Hendricks simply fights them off. With each guard that goes down, the Sandtown Kid looks more and more torn. Finally, there's no one left between Hendricks and Melody Lennox, whom to her credit is still working to push herself back up to her feet despite everything that she has been through so far this evening. Hendricks takes the chair and pulls it high above her head; this time she's waiting as she's clearly aimed to take off Melody's head. Just as the little kids in the Legion are screaming out to Melody not to get up, she turns and is met with – Sandtown Kid dives in with a spear taking Hendricks out!

 

Terra Skye: HAHAH! YES!!!

 

Ray Payne: I knowed it yo! I jus knowed it!

 

Johnny Vegas: Eh.. he almost had me. ALMOST. But still, fuck him.

 

Boy: SOUNDS IN THE TOWNS OF KIDS! HAVENS!!!

 

Sandtown Kid throws a flurry of punches down on Hendricks, but few hit their mark. Kattunge is able to squirm away and make her way back up to her feet while the spear itself may have taken the last bit of strength out of Lucas Silva's legs that he had left. Hendricks hops the barricade just as a second team of security forces arrive but they are far too late. Silva stands next to Lennox as she is helped up by security back to her feet, but it is Hendricks who is jaw jacking the loudest. She backs her way through the crowd as she points back towards the ring yelling at anyone and everyone within earshot.

 

Silva and Lennox stand side by side, as Hendricks disappears into the crowd. The two turn towards one another, their eyes meeting for the first time and they nod to one another as the crowd cheers them.

 

Terra Skye: What a way to end this show!

 

Johnny Vegas: Just shake hands and get this disgusting shit over with.

 

Melody is seen mouthing the words 'thank you', and she extends her hand to Silva. Silva hesitates once again, but much to the joy of the crowd, their two top champs shake hands and head up towards the entrance together.

 

Terra Skye: Well, I do have to say... This show ends on a rather bittersweet note ton--

 

 

 

Ringside: The Truth

 

RE! SPECT! WALK!

 

...what do you say?

 

RE! SPECT! WALK!

 

...are you talkin' to me?

 

The lights come back on inside the Carnage Arena and we see the UltraViolent Icon Tweeder standing at the top of the entrance ramp holding a weed whacker in one hand and an open beer in the other.

 

Tweeder

 

The crowd surrounding him goes absolutely crazy as Tweeder chugs the beer before tossing the foamy, empty can into the crowd! The weed whacker blade spins slowly as the engine idles. The heavy guitar riffs continue to blare through the PA yet they barely cut through the loud cheering of the legion - especially as Tweeder revs the engine to that extremely dangerous weapon! Tweeder turns his attention towards the ring, and he begins to walk down the entrance ramp.

 

Terra Skye: Oh God Damnit!

 

Johnny Vegas: That motherfucker must've jumped on a plane straight after his match to get back here.

 

Boy: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

 

Ray Payne: I is sorries, Boy.. I dids not knows dat he wuz gunna be heah, yo.

 

As Tweeder gets to the ring, he glances over at Boy, but holds back for some reason. Beofre climbing into the ring, he grabs a microphone. The Legion is now in a frenzy as the party continues. Taking a drag from his cigarette, Tweeder starts to address the crowd.

 

Tweeder: You know, I thought the Japanese wrestling fans were crazy, but you are a bunch of sthe sickest and craziest bastards I have ever met.

 

The crowd gives a mix reaction to what Tweeder has said. Some take it as an insult while others take it as praise. Tweeder just shrugs as the mixture of boos and cheers begin. There is even a C-Dub chant that is started. Mean while Boy looks like he is about to have a melt down.

 

Boy: HATRED HAS I! HATERS HATES HATING TWEEEEVER! DIE DIE!!!

 

Tweeder: I know what most of you feel insulted by that, but let me put it into perspective. You see I was indeed just in Japan at an OWF event and fought in a match called Pool of Blood. I am not going to spoil the results for you as you will have to find out for yourself. We had people from OWF, NLW, LAW, UGWC, and of course, Carnage Mother Fucking Wrestling!

 

At this point the crowd goes crazy as they realize that while Tweeder was at another promotion’s event, he went to represent Carnage Wrestling.

 

Tweeder: Now I heard what Willie said last week about people having to choose from Carnage and Wrestling. How Carnage Wrestling provides both to the fans. I honestly don’t see what the fuss is all about. The only person who seemed to have something stuck up his ass about it was Matthew ‘I can’t have any red M&Ms’ Stone and he was a disgrace to the Ultra Violent title. I came back to give the title the honor it deserves. Fucking hell, even Sinc bloody Mercier would be able to see that and he wasn’t into the hardcore style of wrestling. However he did adapt. That is something that Kyra Mohr should know. Speaking of Kyra, Hi Kyra! Lucy and CJ say hello.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well shit... I can see where this is going.

 

Tweeder: So we have been asked to say which side of the fence we are on and it will be decided at We are Relentless. It shouldn’t come as a shocker, but as a Dr. Winn guy. Uh oh, did I break some type of rule by saying his name? Yes Dr. Winn isn’t all there, but he saw how carnage is needed to break up the same robotic monotone egotistical wrestling promotions that haven’t and won’t change. So if you haven’t guessed it already I am Team Carnage and this has been my mission since I returned.

 

Terra Skye: Consider me shocked...

 

Ray Payne: Reallies?

 

Terra Skye: NO! Oh my GOD.

 

Tweeder: It shouldn’t a surprise, but for you movie lovers, let me break it down in simple terms. Think of the Jason Bourne movies. All he wants is to be left alone. Then someone fucks up and does something to piss him off where he gets some answers and revenge. Someone has fucked up and pissed me off. I have some of the answers I need, but I am going to get my revenge.

 

Boy: GRAVES HAS YOU! DIED DIES DIE!

 

Tweeder: Now Sandtown Kid, Lucas Silvia, while your look might appear innocent which fools some people, you haven’t fooled me one bit. While you are trying to play the hometown hero like Ray Lewis, you are more like Ray Rice. I know what you have done and when everyone finds out about your black mark, you will have created Carnage Wrestling’s version of the Baltimore riots. People will see John Ojeda and Gary Altus as heroes while you are seen as a fraud. Folks, to give you a sneak preview on the false hero Lucas Silva is...

 

Tweeder smirks before returning the microphone to his lips.

 

Tweeder: He's been giving Boy Vegas' whiskey!

 

The crowd gasps, but no one gasps louder than Johnny Vegas himself.

 

Johnny Vegas: THAT SON OF A BITCH! BOY! What do you have to say about this!?

 

Boy: Up ends of yours.

 

Johnny Vegas: DID HE JUST TELL ME TO SHOVE IT UP MY ASS?

 

Terra Skye: I do believe he did, because we all know that Silva wouldn't do that.

 

Ray Payne: Dats rite, yo... He wulds not does dat yo. I dink Mistah Tweedah iz a liah.

 

Terra Skye: Agreed. But it looks like we're officailly out of time here tonight on chaos 23! Look out for Chaos 24! It's gonna be a mess! Have a great night folks!

 

Boy: ORANGES In the Sunshine! Twelve notes in Dylans Grave. DIE TWEEVER! DIES in the Graves!

 

The camera feed slowly fades out to the OWF Network Logo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAOS 23 CREDITS:

 

General Posting/Editing: CW Admin & KJ

Preshow: Declaring WAR - Dazi Miyashita

Preshow: Not Gone but Unforgotten - War

Opening: KJ

Match 1: Trey Maddox Vs. Joseph War - Anubis & KJ

Commercial Break -

Match 2: Marisol Hawkes Vs. Nina Stokes - Anubis & KJ

Backstage: Prepare the Battlefield - Anubis

Match 3: John Ojeda Vs. Dazi Miyashita - Tweeder & KJ

Commercial Break -

Match 4: Gary Altus Vs. Lucas Silva - Caleb

Commercial Break -

Main Event: Melody Lennox Vs. Cynder Hendricks - CW Admin & KJ

Ringside: The Truth - Tweeder

 

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