Don't be a Grinch
12/21/15

5:02pm

The Carnage Arena: Backstage

 

 

The employee entrance swings open and Kyra Johnson walks in, followed closely by her fiancé JD Mohr, and his sons; Tyler and Taylor Mohr. Kyra looks to be on a mission as JD tries to calm her down.

 

JD Mohr & Kyra Johnson

 

JD Mohr: Kyra, babe… it's not that big of a deal.

 

Kyra stopped in her tracks and turned around, greeting JD with a smirk.

 

Kyra Johnson: JD.. two weeks ago she signed new talent without me being there, and now she's decorated my arena AND let Boy rename the show?! I'm sorry, but this girl needs to learn where her place is.

 

She reaches out and grabs some if the garland that is hanging along the doorways and rips it off.

 

Kyra Johnson: And this? Seriously? This isn't a circus! This is a wrestling promotion. I-

 

JD grabs the garland out of Kyra's hand and puts it on a table beside them, as the kids watch on. He takes her hand in his, and gently interrupts her.

 

JD Mohr: Kyra. Look at me.

 

She doesn't look at him right away but eventually she looks him in the eyes. He runs his finger along her jawline and smiles.

 

JD Mohr: It's fine. We'll talk to this girl and make sure she knows what she can and can't do. But decorating the arena was a nice touch, baby. It is the Chaos before Christmas. So come on, get in the spirit a little.

 

He kisses her forehead as the two boys agree with their father.

 

Taylor Mohr: Christmas is great!

 

Tyler Mohr: Yeah… why don't you like Christmas?

 

Awkward pause as Kyra quickly thinks about how to answer that question. She opens her mouth to speak, but JD steps in, having learned about his fiancés past, and tries to cover for her a little.

 

JD Mohr: It's not that she doesn't like-

 

But Kyra interrupts, really trying to avoid going into that conversation here.

 

Kyra Johnson: Hey, let me show you my office.

 

She said with a smile, trying to change the subject. She wasn't comfortable talking about her dislike for the holidays. She motioned for the boys to follow her and JD as they walked down the hall. Just as they rounded the corner Kyra ran face first into her assistant, Cherie. Cherie was momentarily stunned, but once she realized it was Kyra and her family she squealed in excitement!

 

Cherie Von Allen

 

Cherie Von Allen: Oh my gosh! I was totes wondering when you guys were gonna get here!

 

Kyra glanced at JD, gauging his reaction to her rather perky assistant. He didn’t look impressed. Kyra turned her attention back to Cherie as she was blabbering on about something.

 

Cherie Von Allen: I was soooo excited! So I totes went and got you new flowers, they're in your office… and I only sneezed once. Go me, right?!

 

JD wrapped his arm around Kyra, as he watched this woman, who couldn't be a day over 25 running her jaw about flowers and decorations... It's no wonder Kyra isn't exactly her biggest fan, Kyra is very low key, very stoic. Finally, Cherie finishes her sentence and Kyra looks around awkwardly, trying to figure a way out of this conversation.

 

Kyra Johnson: Uh, yeah. That's good. Listen I'll catch up with you later, I'm going to go show the bo-

 

Kyra couldn't even finish the sentence before Cherie squealed again. Kyra rolled her eyes, and JD could feel her muscles tense up.

 

Cherie Von Allen: Ohhhhhh! You MUST be JD.

 

She extends her hand out to him, he grabs it, and the two shake hands. The look on Cherie's face irks Kyra as she continues staring at JD.

 

Cherie Von Allen: It's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Your pictures really don't do you justice.

 

Kyra and JD both heard a change of tone in Cheries voice and JD withdrew his hand rather quickly, and put Kyra's hand back in his, putting a stop to whatever it is she was doing.

 

JD Mohr: It's nice to meet you.

 

Cherie winked at him, making Kyra want to smack her right then and there. But not in front of the boys. Cherie noticed the twins standing beside and behind JD and she immediately turned her attention to them.

 

Cherie Von Allen: And you two must be Taylor and Tyler! KJ talks about you guys all the time! You guys are sooooooo adorbs!

 

The twins were at a loss for words as was JD. Kyra however was not.

 

Kyra Johnson: I want to talk to you later Cherie. But right now I'm going to show my boys around the arena. So if you don't mind-

 

Before she could ask Cherie to go make sure everyone and everything is ready for the show, Cherie cuts her off again.

 

Cherie Von Allen: I could totes take these cuties on a tour if you want! I just love-

 

This time it was Kyra's turn.

 

Kyra Johnson: No. If you'd let me finish, I want you to go make the final checks for the show. If anything is wrong… come get me.

 

With that, Kyra turned and pulled JD and the kids away from her assistant. She directed them towards her office, practically pushing them inside and closing the door behind them. Tyler, the more blunt of the two brothers wastes no time in telling everyone his opinion.

 

Tyler Mohr: She's weird.

 

JD Mohr: Tyler!

 

Kyra lets a small laugh escape her lips. JD whipped around and gave her a look too, but she simply shrugged her shoulders as she sat on the chair behind her desk.

 

Kyra Johnson: What do you want me to say, JD? I feel the same way. She's weird.

 

Kyra reached out and slapped Tyler high five, making JD put his hand to his temple.

 

JD Mohr: You… Ugh, never mind. I'll admit, she's on the strange side, but she seems nice.

 

Taylor, the more calm and reserved brother chimed in.

 

Taylor Mohr: I thought she was kind of weird too, dad.

 

Kyra laughed out, and when JD turned back to her she stuck her tongue out at him. He tried to hold back a smile, but he couldn’t.

 

JD Mohr: I'll show you something you can do with that tongue.

 

Taylor Mohr: Ewwwww dad.

 

Tyler Mohr: That's gross.

 

Kyra rolled her eyes, trying to be good. Especially in front of the kids. She got up and walked over to where JD was standing and wrapped her arms around him.

 

Kyra Johnson: You know boys… dads need Christmas gifts too.

 

She grinned as she kissed him, causing the boys to groan.

 

Tyler Mohr: Stop it! I thought you didn't like Christmas.

 

Kyra stopped messing around, and turned back toward the kids. Their eyes told her that she wasn't getting out of explaining to them why she didn't like the holidays. She looked at JD, who nodded to her, and mouthed the words 'it's okay' to her. She sighed heavily as she moved to the desk in front of the twins, and sat down.

 

Taylor Mohr: Why don't you like Christmas, KJ?

 

Kyra Johnson: Ok. So you're not going to let me get out of explaining this to you. Fine…

 

She ran her hand through her hair and sighed again, louder than the last time.

 

Kyra Johnson: Growing up, I didn't have a dad that loved me like you guys do. Matter of fact, my dad hurt me, a lot. We didn't really have Christmas or any other holidays in our house. So, I've never really had a family holiday.

 

She looked at the faces of the twins, who both looked kind of shocked. But without missing a beat, Taylor spoke up.

 

Taylor Mohr: But you have us now.

 

Tyler nodded his head.

 

Tyler Mohr: Yeah. Forget that guy... you have dad, and us. Right dad?

 

JD smiled at his two boys, obviously very much the proud father in this moment. He walked over and grabbed his soon to be bride and kissed her on top of her head.

 

JD Mohr: Exactly. We're a family now. You don't have to worry about that anymore.

 

Kyra smiled.

 

Kyra Johnson: Fine. I'll try. No promises.

 

She looked around her office, and how Cherie decorated it. She hated it. It was so obnoxious. But it screamed 'Cherie', and that's what bothered Kyra the most.

 

Kyra Johnson: It looks like Christmas threw up in here… ugh.

 

JD laughed.

 

JD Mohr: That's how it’s supposed to look.

 

Kyra Johnson: It's ugly.

 

JD shook his head, realizing it was going to take some work to get his fiance in the Christmas spirit. But in the meantime he pulled her up to her feet and towards the door

 

JD Mohr: Time to show the boys the arena.

 

Kyra Johnson: Hell yeah. Let's go. Maybe you'll meet some of our other weird employees.

 

Tyler Mohr: There's more?

 

Kyra giggles as she walks out into the hall.

 

Kyra Johnson: You have no idea, Ty. CW seems to be the meeting place of all the weirdest people. You'll see.

 

 


11th Edition - December 21st, 2015
The Carnage Arena in Beautiful Baltimore, Maryland
Tonight's Attendance: 791

 

 

 

Chaos 11 Ringside Staff
          
Commentators
Johnny Vegas, Ray Payne, Terra Skye
Ring Announcer
William Hickerson
 
Referees
Ref Jeff, Senior Referee White Rey
Time Keeper
Boy
Cameraman
AGOS

 

 

 

The camera pans in on the Carnage Arena, and from the parking lot, you can see the masses lining up at the old rusty set of double doors, waiting patiently to get in, to witness Chaos 11 on this Monday, December 21st! The camera moves around the crowd, and makes it's way through the double doors and into the packed Carnage Arena! The camera man looks around and sees people buying their favorite CW stars merchandise, and others lined up at Mama Winns concessions stand buying anything that little old woman cooks up, others are lined up at the entrance to the main arena; waiting to find their seats.

 

There are even some people hanging around the backstage entrance, trying to get a glimpse of their favorite CW superstar, whether it be the double champ, Jackson or maybe they like someone like Ana, the perpetual underdog... These people hover like vultures, praying for any chance to get an up close and personal meeting with a superstar that will be putting their bodies on the line for them later in the night. Unfortunately for these members of the Legion, they'll be waiting for a long time.

 

As the camera steps into the main arena for the first time, something is different about the Carnage Arena tonight. The first thing we notice is the fully decked out Christmas tree on the entrance stage! The barricades are lined with garland, and other festive decorations. As the crowd piles in they all take the time to notice everything that the backstage crew worked hard all day to prepare just for this SPECIAL edition of Monday Night Chaos!

 

Fast Forward ten minutes, and It's almost 7 pm, and most of the seats are filled with the Legion, ready to make their voices heard for yet another week here in Carnage Wrestling! Ready to Boo the people who make their blood boil, and ready to cheer the people who fight the injustices... however right now they have all gotten themselves pumped up by singing a terribly done version of “Jingle Bells”.

 

“Uprising” by Muse hits the PA System and the crowd stops singing and starts cheering as everyone's favorite announce team, accompanied by Boy and CW Admin make their way out to ringside. Johnny, Terra, Ray, and Boy are all wearing Santa hats, and wave to the crowd as they make their way to the announce table. CW Admin on the other hand, has a Santa hat in his hand as he begrudgingly makes his way into the ring. The crowd is yelling at him to put the hat on, saying things like 'Come on Grinch!' or 'Get in the spirit!' CW Admin shakes his head at the crowd as he gets his microphone and prepares to announce for the night.

 

CW Admin: No, I will not put this ridiculous hat on... WELCOME Carnage Legion to this, the Second Edition of Monday Night Chaos... CHAOS ELEVEN!

 

CW Admin stops for a moment, allowing the crowd to cheer, even though some of them are still screaming for him to put the hat on his head. He shakes his head again, and continues.

 

CW Admin: If you couldn't already tell, this is a SPECIAL edition of Chaos, the Christmas edition, which I have been told has been named, TERMINAL SNOWBALL!!!!

 

The crowd goes silent for a moment, as Boy stands up and cheers wildly at the announcement of the name for this Christmas Chaos. Johnny, Ray and Terra glance up at the giant man, clapping his hands like a walrus and screaming out towards the ring!

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the...

 

Ray Payne: Whut is a terminal snowball yo?

 

Terra Skye: And why did they let Boy name this show?

 

Boy: SNOWBALLS FOR ALL!! ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!! SNOWBALLS IN DYLANS WAY!!! BALLS OBLITERATED!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Boy, maybe you need to calm down a little...

 

Boy: THE MOST MAGICAL TIME OF THE YEAR!!! SNOWBALLS ARE TERMINAL, MOTHER IS TERMINAL. THROW SNOWBALLS THROUGH WALL!!!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Why do we have to deal with this shit, I just want to drink and be MERRY damnit.

 

Ray Payne: Why can'ts you be merry yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Merry to me isn't sitting here with two retards and a horse faced bitch for hours on end... No Merry to me is--

 

Terra Skye: Drinking yourself into a stupor and having sex with your blow up doll?

 

Ray Payne: YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: Her name is Vanessa, by the way. And yes, I do find that to be more Merry than being here with you.

 

Terra Skye: Well I for one think that the Carnage crew did an absolutely amazing job of sprucing the Arena up for this show. I just didn't expect Kyra to let Boy name the show... Terminal Snowball?

 

Ray Payne: Somethings tells me dat Miss Kyra didn'ts lets him name it yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: She's worthless anyway, so who cares?

 

Terra Skye: Oh get off of it Johnny. She's here to stay. And word has it she has J.D. And his two kids here tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Yeah yo, I meeted dem earliers. Dey iz guud kids yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Great... whoop de doo. Can we just get on with this?

 

Ray Payne: Tonight we gots some guud matches happenings yo.

 

Terra Skye: Jackson is going to address the legion tonight, I wonder what he's going to say?

 

Johnny Vegas: You're the only one who gives a flying fuck, Terra.

 

Ray Payne: I does too yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You would...

 

Terra Skye: The Ass-Kick nation will be going up against S&V in their CW debut.

 

Ray Payne: Well nots true yo.. Miss Shirlea wuz already in a debuts yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: She meant their debut as a tag team, moron.

 

Ray Payne: Dats not nice yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Never claimed to be nice, shitbag.

 

Terra Skye: Someday, we'll have a show where we all get along.

 

Ray Payne: No we wont's yo. Impossibles.

 

Johnny Vegas: I was nice that one time!

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, because Ray won a bet...

 

Johnny Vegas: So? It still counts.

 

Ray Payne: It wuzn't realz yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: GAH! Moving on.

 

Terra Skye: Ethan McBride faces Marisol Hawkes, those two have been going at each other as of late.. I Look for this match to be brutal.

 

Johnny Vegas: McBride. Easily.

 

Terra Skye: Hawkes has got what it takes.

 

Ray Payne: I has the more worrieds about Miss Dazi facing one of da masked debatahs yo.

 

Terra Skye: Why in the hell would you be worried about that?

 

Johnny Vegas: Terra... he's an idiot...

 

Ray Payne: I resents dat statement yo.

 

Terra Skye: Well this is a new regime in Carnage Wrestling, Boys. What the Legion wants, the legion gets.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but making the legion pick what masked debater Dazi gets to face? Really?

 

Terra Skye: I'll say, that one isn't as interesting as the choice she gave them for the Main Event tonight, Ana and Tommy Angel versus Jack Nomad and Charity Jones.

 

Ray Payne: I can'ts waits tah see which stipulations dey pick yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: They can only pick ONE stipulation, Ray.

 

Ray Payne: I knows dat yo.

 

Terra Skye: Ugh. The night is young boys...

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't I know it. I've gotta wear this stupid hat, and act like I like you two... Can I have some whiskey out here or something?

 

Ray Payne: Dats not a bads idea yo.

 

Terra Skye: You know what? I agree. Get us some Booze! This is Terminal Snowball after all!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: This night may not be too bad.

 

Ray Payne: I remembah da last time we drinkeded togethah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: No you don't. You passed out as the show ended.

 

Terra Skye: Awww

 

Boy: HAVING THE DRINKS WILL I!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Hold on...

 

Ray Payne: Uh.. I don'ts know if dat iz a guud idea yo.

 

Terra Skye: Boy, I don't think you should--

 

Boy: DYLAN WANTS DRINK. I WANT SNOWBALLS OF THE TERMINAL VARIETY!

 

Johnny Vegas: Ah... Fuck it. Lets do this shit.

 

Johnny motions to the back, and within a few moments a Carnage crew member brings out a large bottle of whiskey and four glasses. Johnny grabs the bottle from the crew member, and he passes out the glasses to the four of them. Just as Johnny is pouring some whiskey into each glass, CW Admin leans over the top rope, trying to get the commentators attention.

 

CW Admin: Hey, can I have a drink?

 

Johnny and Terra laugh as they take a sip. Ray and Boy clink their glasses together as they take their first sip.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know...

 

CW Admin: Listen I've gotta be up here doing this shit, can't I at least numb the pain?

 

The crowd boos as Terra leans up with a sly smirk on her face.

 

Terra Skye: Only... Only if you wear the hat.

 

The crowd goes crazy. CW Admin looks around at the legion with a disgusted look on his face. He shakes his head, as he ponders that offer. Finally he puts the mic back up to his mouth and sighs loudly.

 

CW Admin: Fine. I'll wear the damn hat, just get me a drink.

 

Johnny Vegas: Get him a glass!

 

Ray Payne: Dis is gunna be greats yo.

 

Boy: Having my job does he. Likes things in the daytime.

 

Admin takes the hat, and places it upon his head, much to the joy of the crowd. The crew member brings out a fifth glass and takes it over to Johnny, where he fills it up and motions for the crew member to take it to the waiting CW Admin. CW Admin gladly takes the glass and ingests a quick gulp before smiling and putting the microphone up to his mouth.

 

CW Admin: Okay, Lets get this shit going.

 

 

A few words...
The scene opens in the CW interview area, the massive orange CW Banner on display for all to see. Into frame steps Leon Corella and we finally get to see the forty year old man without a shirt on, wearing only his ring gear. The man's physique is ripped and powerful, showing a body builder's level of dedication to the physical condition. His taped fists are clenched tight as he scowls menacingly at the camera, strands of wet blond hair hanging in his face.

 

Leon Corella

 

Leon Corella: Before, I might have given a flying fuck about your name, SHIRLEY. You see, Spade and I were trying our damnedest to be respectful and show you common courtesy as we are new arrivals in the Carnage Wrestling locker room. We treated you perhaps better than any two men possibly could in this sport. You turned around, squatted over us, and took a great big piss like the bitch you are.

 

Who the hell do you think you are, Shirley? Because we fuck up your name, we're somehow less than you as competitors? Let me tell you something, our careers are not stellar, but we've reached heights that you never will with that shitty attitude of yours.

 

You see, even when I played the villain and was choking little whores like you along with their boyfriends out in the wrestling ring, I still treated my competition like it was competition. Let 'em call me a Toyota Corolla. Let them disrespect the Pankration wrestling style. Let 'em do all that shit and then turn around and shove it down their fucking throats.

 

That's what I'm definitely going to do tonight, Shirley. I'm going to take your insults and disrespect towards two men who have held more gold individually than you've held in your entire wrestling career, ball it up really tight, and shove it down your fucking, disrespectful throat hole.

 

Leon stands, head lowered slightly as he let that imposing, hulking physique add to the menace represented by the hateful, angry look he gave oh so well.

 

Leon Corella: These are not the words of a petulant child coming back at you. I'm not angry for the sake of being angry, no, I'm angry because I'm tired of bringing my name to a place, only to have someone like you come down and fucking disrespect me like I'm something insignificant. Bitch, I've ended careers of men and women far greater than you for far lesser offenses than you have perpetrated today.

 

He points his finger at the camera, addressing Shirlae Frost directly.

 

Leon Corella: I'm not some fat fucking misogynistic cocksucker looking to play nice because you have tits, girlfriend. I'm the baddest motherfucker you've ever come across and I'm going to beat you as badly as any man who ever talked to me like you have just done. When it's all said and done, you'll have a new found respect for at least one man in your life.

 

Leon lets the hand drop back down to his side, his knuckles cracking individually as he tightly flexes his hands open and shut.

 

Leon Corella: I don't speak for my tag partner as he couldn't give a rats ass about what you said. Me on the other hand? I don't let anyone talk shit about me and walk away from it intact. You're going to get a crash course on Pankration Shoot Wrestling sweet heart and if you're lucky, I won't have to break your pretty face with my sledgehammer. See you in the ring, disrespectful cunt.

 

With that, Leon turns and exits the camera, stage right.

 

 

Match One - Dazi Miyashita Vs. ????????????

Terra Skye: Wow. Strong words from Leon Corella.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is Carnage Wrestling, who gives a shit about respecting women?! Look at what Jax did to Ana on Chaos 10...

 

Ray Payne: Dats true yo.

 

Terra Skye: Ugh... the worst part is you're right Johnny.

 

Johnny takes a sip of his whiskey and smiles big at Terra.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh.. Tell me again, baby..

 

Terra Skye: WHAT?

 

Ray Payne: I think dat he wunts yah tah tells him dat he's right agains yo.

 

Terra Skye: Uh.. No.

 

Terra picks up her glass and downs the rest of it in one gulp. She slams the glass on the table, and burps.

 

Terra Skye: Never.

 

"Its All About Me" by Amaranthe hits the PA system and out walks Dazi. A smirk crosses her face as she just stands there, glaring at the crowd. The crowd cheers her as she starts down the entrance ramp, and towards the ring. She nods to a few fans and smiles at them as she gets to ringside.

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

She jumps up on the apron and hits her signature split, causing the crowd to erupt! She smiles as she rolls into the ring and stands up, playing to the crowd a bit, hitting a pose or two as she awaits her opponent.

 

CW Admin steps forward, holding his almost empty glass in one hand, and a microphone in the other. He's got a wry smirk on his face as he puts the microphone to his mouth.

 

CW Admin: This match is Scheduled for ONE FALL, and is a Standard Carnage Match! First to the ring, standing at 5'5” and weighing in at 122 pounds... She is DAZIIII MIIYYASSHHHHITTAAAAAA!!!!!!

 

The crowd goes nuts as she continues to pose and walk around the ring, waiting for whichever Masked Debater she'll be facing tonight.

 

Ray Payne: She doesn't knows which debatah she wills be facings yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: This whole letting the legion speak thing is stupid.

 

Boy: DRINK!

 

Johnny Vegas: Okay, okay... jesus.

 

Boy and Johnny take a sip as Ray and Terra look on.

 

“Beer is Good” by Psychostick starts blaring from the Carnage PA System as Doctor Winn steps out onto the entrance stage. The crowd cheers him as he waves to the crowd.

 

Doctor Winn

 

Ray Payne: Da Legion gots tah pick which debatah dat Dazi would face yo.

 

Terra Skye: I think letting the Legion have a say is a great idea. Lets the fans know that we care about what they want.

 

Johnny Vegas: But... we don't really care about what they want.

 

Doctor Winn points down at Dazi and yells out that she's done for! In the ring, Dazi laughs as she shakes her head. “NO WAY!” she yells back as Macho Libre walks out onto the entrance stage and Doctor Winn slaps him on the chest and tells him that he's going to do a great job!

 

Macho Libre

 

Johnny Vegas: Winn honestly thinks that Libre is going to beat Dazi?

 

Boy: Macho Macho Man.

 

Terra Skye: I heard that Winn bet Dazi that he'd wear a Dazi shirt if she won the match tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Dats would be embarrassings yo.

 

But instead of heading towards the ring, Doctor Winns starts laughing, and Hans OnDik steps out onto the stage with Macho and Winn!

 

Hans OnDik

 

Dazi can't believe her eyes when she sees the two debaters starting towards the ring. Winn claps his hands as the crowd tries to get his attention, but he is far too focused on his debaters winning a match that he moves right past everyone and follows Macho and Hans straight into the ring.

 

Hans and Macho stand on opposite ends of the ring, Macho shaking his head no, and Hans flexing his muscles, much to the joy of the crowd.

 

CW Admin: Aaand her opponents, as a result of the Legion Votes... MACHOOO LIBREEEEEE and HANNSSSSS ONNNNDIKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Wow. So it was a tie.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, I for one am glad that they didn't send Garbage Fence back out there... poor guy.

 

Ray Payne: I agrees yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You haven't touched your drink, Ray.

 

Ray Payne: I knows yo... I's just--

 

Terra Skye: Drink it! Now!

 

Ray picks up his glass and takes a sip, as Terra slaps him on the back and laughs. The unexpected slap causes Ray to dribble some of the whiskey out of his mouth causing Johnny to start laughing too. Terra and Johnny high five each other, as Boy looks at them with a concerned look on his face.

 

Boy: Alternate universe am I.

 

Ref Jeff checks over Hans as Doctor Winn gives him a few final words of instruction. Hans nods at his Manager in response. Ref Jeff then moves to the side to check over Macho Libre as well. The Carnage Legion cheers for Macho as he has quickly become one of the cult fan favorites. Macho responds to them by simply shaking his head 'no'. Ref Jeff is happy with both Debaters and signals one of them to step outside of the ring. Hans is the first to exit the ring, and take a stand over at the corner that has been designated as theirs. Ref then goes over to check Dazi Miyashita, who unfortunately is alone in this two-on-one handicap match. Dazi, however, seems focused. Ref Jeff checks her over for foreign objects and finds nothing out of the ordinary. With Macho Libre ready to start the match with Dazi, Ref Jeff calls for the opening bell!

 

Ding Ding!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Good job Boy.

 

Boy: You, thanks I have.

 

Terra Skye: Welcomes I have your. Hahahaha!

 

The two competitors meet in the center of the ring and Dazi drops Macho with a quick dropkick. Macho no sooner hits the mat before Dazi is on top of him laying punches and forearm strikes down upon the Debater. Macho pushes her off to the side, causing her to roll. Macho climbs back to his feet but meets a quick clothesline from Dazi. No sooner does Libre hit the mat than Miyashita comes crashing down on him with a hard elbow strike that connects at the center of his rib cage. Macho sits up and coughs loudly but Miyashita shoves him back down to the mat by his forehead. With Libre lying prone on his back, Dazi bounces off of the ropes and flies in, dropping her knee straight down on Macho's forehead, smashing his head into the canvas. Macho clutches his forehead in pain, Dazi goes for a quick cover..

 

Ref Jeff slides down in position for the pinfall!

 

 

One!

 

 

Tw-

 

Macho Libre kicks out before the two can be officially counted. Kickout at 1 & 7/8ths.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz a close ones yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell match are you watching? That was not close... at all.

 

Terra Skye: Oh leave him alone John John.

 

Macho sits back up and reaches his hand out for his partner Hans OnDik, but he's way too far to reach from the center of the ring. Dazi quickly takes the time to lock in a reverse chinlock, a version of a sleeper hold. Her arms, though tiny, actually work to her advantage as she's able to shiv her forearm against the arteries that supply blood to Macho's brain. Macho raises his arm high in the air as he struggles against the hold. The Carnage Legion begins cheering for him as Dazi clinches the hold in tighter.

 

Johnny Vegas: John John?

 

Terra Skye: DONT TAP OUT NOW YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

 

Ray Payne: Whoaaaa yo. Whoa.

 

Macho Libre looks like he's fading, but when Ref Jeff asks him if he submits, he signals 'No!'

 

Macho Libre uses his leverage to roll, then get back up to one knee, with the hold still applied. He throws his elbow into the gut of Dazi, stunning her momentarily, just enough so that he can get his second foot underneath of himself. In a bent over position, Macho would have to swing his elbow again and again, connecting two more times before Dazi releases any pressure on the hold whatsoever. The Legion cheers as Macho Libre breaks free, and then takes Dazi down with a big hiptoss!

 

Johnny Vegas: And again, Macho Libre with some offense. It's amazing really.

 

Terra Skye: I don't know what Winn did to those guys, but he needs to keep fucking doing it.

 

Dazi is quick to sit up and spin back up to her feet but when she charges Macho, Macho hip tosses her a second time! The Baltimore crowd is pumped to see the Masked Debater get any offense at all! Dazi stands up again and this time she is scooped right up by Macho who's attempting a body slam.. but Dazi is able to slide off of Macho's shoulders at the last second. Standing behind him now, she shoves Macho Libre hard into the corner where Hans OnDik is standing. The eight foot tall man reaches in and tags himself in.

 

Boy: BIG MAN IN!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's fucked now.

 

Ray Payne: Hands iz a big guys yo.. but yah knows whut dey says yo... da bigger dey are.. da harder dey fall.

 

Terra Skye: No. Stop it Ray.

 

Dazi doesn't back down even as Hans makes his way into the ring, attacking him the moment he steps through the ropes by throwing forearm blasts down to the back and kidney area of Hans. The strongest Masked Debater simply shoves Dazi away which allows him to fully enter the ring, and tower over his opponent. Dazi comes running in quickly and begins laying boots to Hans' left knee, trying to chop the big man down to size. She gets four square kicks in on Hans patella before Hans drops down to one knee himself. Dazi spins around to get behind Hans and she places him in the same sleeper hold!

 

Terra Skye: She's showing why she deserves harder competition in CW.

 

Johnny Vegas: Agreed.

 

Terra Skye: You agreed with me, Again? Wow.

 

Hans stands up with ease, though, with Dazi hanging off of his back by way of his throat. With no effort at all, Hans immediately goes towards the near corner and turns and falls backward into it, smashing Dazi between his body and the turnbuckle pads. Dazi immediately breaks the hold. Hans raises his hand high for a huge downward chop, but Dazi ducks out of the way at the last moment. She turns around just in time to hit Hans with a few knife edge chops!

 

“Woooo!”

“Woooooo!!”

 

The Legion woos with each chop though they're pulling for the Debaters. Quickly, they're given something to cheer for when Hans grabs Dazi by her throat with two hands and just lifts her high in the air! Hans walks Dazi out towards the center of the ring, the entire time Dazi kicking and wiggling her way around, trying desperately to break free of his grasp before he slams her down to the mat. Hans does the best he can to hold on to Miyashita, but her wiggling proves to be too much. She manages to break free and drop down on her two feet and immediately makes a break for the ropes! She bounces off of the ropes with full force and then lunges her entire body at Hans with a flying body press! Hans catches her, and hoists her high in the air and coverts the catch into a beautiful scoop slam, dropping Dazi right by the Masked Debaters corner!

 

Terra Skye: Damn!

 

Ray Payne: I loves dat da debatahs is doins bettah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: This calls for a celebratory drink!

 

The four of them yell Cheers as they take a drink, celebrating the Masked debaters. The Legion cheers as Hans points at Macho and signals to the crowd that he's going to tag him. He reaches over, and the two slap hands for the tag. Ref Jeff tries to work to get Hans out of the ring, but it is also difficult because the crowd is cheering as Macho Libre begins climbing the turnbuckles instead of entering the ring. Jeff's focus now shifted on Macho not entering the ring, he starts to count Macho out as the bulbous man slowly makes his way to the top rope. Dazi Miyashita still down in the corner, she looks up just as Macho has himself perched on the top turnbuckle.

 

Terra Skye: Oh god.. is he going for....

 

Johnny Vegas: It can't be!

 

Macho leaps off of the top turnbuckle with “The Pancake!” But Dazi Miyashita rolls out of the way just in the nick of time! Macho Libre's body slams against the canvas with a loud thud and he's clutching his rib cage in serious pain. Hans, who has not yet exited the ring, bends far down to check on his fallen brother. Dazi quickly rolls up to her feet and sees a perfect opportunity for some offense. Dazi turns towards the ropes and jumps up to them, using them as a springboard to fly backward and land right on top of Hans' head and shoulders! She locks his head as her body's momentum swings her and her opponent around, and she drives Hans down with a vicious Tornado DDT! Hans' head is planted firmly in the mat before his body is sent rolling straight out to the ringside floor where Doctor Winn immediately goes to check on him!!

 

Terra Skye: That shirt is looking like its going to be a reality Winn!

 

Johnny Vegas: Hey! It's not over til it's over!

 

Ray Payne: You guyz is talking all reversed like yo.

 

The Legion is at odds, they like the Masked Debaters but they were also clearly impressed with the maneuver that Dazi Miyashita had just pulled out on a man that is much taller than her. Dazi now in complete control, she takes to the center of the ring where she watches patiently as Macho Libre struggles to get back to his feet. Very slow to stand, his focus elsewhere, just trying to regain a vertical base. He has no idea that Dazi is stalking him. One knee, now. Two feet. Macho Libre strands up straight but he's looking a bit woozy as it is. When he turns, he walks right into a perfectly timed Spinning Heel kick by Dazi Miyashita!!!

 

Terra Skye: Spinning heel kick thingie!

 

Johnny Vegas: WOOOOOOO!!!!

 

Macho Libre goes down like a ton of bricks, and Dazi looks to see that Hans is still on the outside of the ring being checked over by Doctor Winn. She grins as she slinks down into the cover, not eve bothering to hook Macho Libre's leg.

 

Macho Libre looks to be out cold as Ref Jeff slowly gets down into position to count the three.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

CW Admin: The winner of the match, DAZI MIYASHITA!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Looks like you were right, Terra.

 

Terra Skye: Ohhh baby! Tell me again!

 

Ray Payne: Yous guys needs tah stop it yo. I is disturbeded.

 

Dazi's music hits as she stands back up to her feet. Ref Jeff gets a hold of Dazi's wrist and holds it high in the air. Regardless of the outcome, the fans in Baltimore here are clapping for Dazi's impressive victory here tonight. No one could have guessed that the first match determined by the Legion themselves here in Carnage Wrestling would end up as a two-on-one handicapped match, but Dazi comes out victorious regardless. Now holding two contendership points, Dazi is so impressed with her own victory that she takes to the turnbuckles to show the crowd what she is made of. Having barely broken a sweat, it seems like Dazi is ready to move on from the Masked Debaters now and do bigger and better things in Carnage Wrestling.

 

Boy: Winnings! Big Winnings!

 

 

Backstage - Wanna get Dirty?
The cameras cut to the back as a group of workers seem to be frozen in various states of slack-jawed wonder. The reason for this was currently shaking her ass next to a brass pole that reached floor to ceiling in a vacant space between makeup (such as it was) and the catering tables. Music was already playing as newly hired Vivian Lee reaches a hand up over her head to grip the pole as she expertly swings her body around it, the wickedly naughty voice of Christina Aguilera sang 'Dirrty'.

 

Vivian Lee

 

Rowdy

Gonna get a little unruly

Get it fired up in a hurry

Wanna get dirrty

It's about time that I came to start the party

Ooh sweat dripping over my body

Dancing getting just a little naughty

Wanna get dirrty (oh, oh)

It's about time for my arrival

 

Vivian scoots up the pole before she swings faster, bringing her legs up and out in a perfect splits that are accompanied by some low impressed whistling from her little 'audience'.

 

Here it comes, it's the one

You've been waiting on

Get up, get it up

Yup, that's what's up

Giving just what you love

To the maximum

Uh oh, here we go (here we go)

 

At the musical bridge Vivian finishes her routine and jumps down with a last shake of her hips.

 

Vivian Lee: Now no need to be shy, if you feel like making it rain, I'm not going to stop you!

 

She moves towards one of the catering tables to grab herself a bottle of water; she twists off the cap and takes a sip before she sighs contentedly.

 

Vivian Lee: After all, maybe I just feel like shaking things up from the get-go. I’ve got the hottest partner on the roster, and I have to be honest, I’m really looking forward to getting in that ring with her at my side and making those Carnage Legion jaws drop. Shirlea and I are ultra hot, we definitely have the goods to shake this place up, and we can damn sure wrestle. I don’t care if you don’t believe me now, just wait.

 

Another sip of water and she swans toward the hallway, pauses to look back with a wink.

 

Vivian Lee: We’re for real, Legionaries. That’s all you need to know.

 

With a snap of her fingers she vanishes down the hall and the crowd that had been watching her disperses.

 

 

Match Two - The Ass-Kick Nation Vs. S&V

Terra Skye: Damn that woman knows how to move her hips.

 

Johnny Vegas: You got that right sistah.

 

Ray Payne: Ey guyz.. yo.

 

Boy: Disgruntling this is.

 

Ray Payne: Exactlies yo. Dey is getting along too wells.

 

Terra Skye: No we're not. I'm absolutely insulted that you would think such a thing.

 

Johnny Vegas: Me too! We are definitely NOT getting along!

 

Terra Skye: Uh.. John John?

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah?

 

Terra Skye: You agreed with me, again.

 

Ray Payne: See yo? Tolds yah.

 

Boy: Have drink for Dylan I will.

 

Boy takes a drink as everyone else shrugs their shoulders and drinks along with him. CW Admin hops out of the ring, and walks over to the announce table where he proceeds to refill his own glass as the opening licks of Ozzy's "Hell Raiser" hits the PA system and the lights completely black out. Stepping through that black cloth curtain was none other than Leon Corella and The Street Samurai, Spade sporting black, gold, and blue A.K.N. T-Shirts and their usual full ring gear.

 

The Ass Kick Nation

 

The arena lights brighten to a gold hue with blue strobe lights that dance off the reflection in Spade's cheap sunglasses. The two exchange glances to one another and then they both head down the ramp, Spade slapping high fives with the fans as they pass them by.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Corella still looks a little mads yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: When a man feels disrespected, he doesn't easily get over it.

 

Spade ascends the ring steps as Corella hops onto the apron and strolls the length of of it. Spade leaps over the top rope as Corella ducks into the ring from the opposite side. The two then make their way to opposing corners, Leon hopping onto the second rope of his chosen corner and then throwing his arms into the air, palms upward as if holding the world in both hands. Spade meanwhile tilts his head back and lets loose and ear splitting battle cry...

 

Spade: AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo.....

 

...Corella lowers his arms and looks over his shoulder, Spade doing the same as well. The two hop down from their perches and make their way to their corner. There they await their opponents for the evening. CW Admin steps back into the ring as their music fades out, taking a quick sip of whiskey before placing the microphone up to his lips.

 

CW Admin: This next match is scheduled for One Fall, and will be contested under standard tag team rules! First, to the ring standing in at a combined 12'8” and weighing in at a combined 486 pounds, they are the team of Leon Corella and Spade.... THEEE ASSSSSSSS KIIICCCCKKKKKKKK NATIIIOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

 

The crowd cheers as the two men nod their heads and wait for their opponents to make their appearance.

 

Ray Payne: Dey looks readys yo.

 

Terra Skye: They're an impressive team, with an impressive history. No doubt.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm just waiting to see their opponents... because god damn.

 

Just then, Bon Jovi's "Bad Medicine" starts playing over the speakers as the crowd looks to the stage, awaiting the arrival of the gorgeous woman they just witnessed dancing in the backstage. Vivian Lee emerges from behind the curtains and strikes a pose on the stage, as some of the crowd starts cheering.

 

Vivian Lee

 

She smirks as she breaks her pose and starts for the ring. She ignores and reactions or attention grabs from the fans as she approaches ringside. She lets the music really rev up, as she sashays around the ring, peeking in at her opponents as the fans try to get her attention. She jumps up on the apron on the opposite side as her opponents before doing a full split and rolling into the ring.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hot damn! That's the second pleasantly flexible woman I've seen tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Yo I don'ts knows how dey does dat yo.

 

Terra Skye: Me either, Ray. Me either.

 

Terra takes a sip as Vivian stands up in the ring, and turns around, waving at her opponents with a sly grin on her face. Before her opponents can say anything to her, she turns away, awaiting her tag team partner.

 

Johnny Vegas: And her partner... these two might make me explode. I'm telling you.

 

The sound of a woman laughing in near hysterics shatters the silence in the arena before the sound shifts into a grungy guitar riff. All eyes turn to the ramp, where a slim goddess with blonde hair sways her hips, dancing slowly and seductively to the beat of "Beautiful Dangerous" by Slash (Ft. Fergie).

 

Shirlea Frost

 

She turns around and continues dancing down the ramp, touching the faces of the fans as she slinks down the entry way. She stops in front of one lucky fan and plants a very lewd kiss on him, before pulling away with a playful smile on her face. She turns to dance away, but before she does, she turns and lightly slaps the man on his face.

 

Johnny Vegas: You can do that to me anytime, baby.

 

Ray Payne: Good gosh yo.

 

Boy: Pretty lady is she.

 

She laughs as she turns and continues dancing seductively to ringside where she makes her hips sway as she slowly climbs the ring steps, and enters the ring, blowing a kiss at her opponents as she walks up beside her tag team partner.

 

CW Admin steps into the middle of the ring, preparing to announce them, but just then Shirlea steps in and says something in CW Admins ear.

 

Terra Skye: What is she telling him?

 

CW Admin nods his head as Shirlea slinks away and she and Vivian laugh together as they watch their opponents getting antsy on the other side of the ring.

 

CW Admin: And their opponents, standing in at a combined 11'6” and weighing in at a combined 265 pounds, they are Vivian Lee and Shirlea Frost... THE PRETTTYYYYYY LITTTTLLLLLLEEEE ASSSSSSSSKICKERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

 

Shirlea and Vivian smile as Spade and Corella look upset.

 

Terra Skye: I thought their tag team name was S&V?

 

Johnny Vegas: I guess that's what Shirlea was telling him.

 

Ray Payne: Looks like it gotted undah da ass kick nations skins yo.

 

Terra Skye: Those sneaky bitches.

 

Ref Jeff has both teams in the center of the ring and explains to all four competitors that this will be a classic tag team match-up with tag-ins, legal competitors, and disqualifications. With The Ass Kick Nation and the Pretty Little Asskickers both agreeing to the terms, the two teams go to their respective corners with no friendly words exchanged between them pre-match. Ref Jeff checks over the Pretty Little Asskickers first – checking them over one at a time. As Ref Jeff checks Vivian Lee, Shirlea Frost takes the time to mock Jeff and jaw jack with him a little bit. Jeff then turns and starts checking Shirlea, and sure enough, a few moments later he pulls a tazer out from her wrestling gear! Jeff holds out the tazer with a stern look on his face while the two women both giggle and shrug their shoulders. Jeff points a finger at Shirlea and warns her once more that she could get her team disqualified for such a thing and she denies ever bringing that tazer to the ring. Jeff tosses it outside the ring and goes to check on the Ass Kick Nation.

 

Johnny Vegas: I Like her style.

 

Terra Skye: A Tazer? I mean, it's creative.

 

Ray Payne: Whut in da worlds is goings on here?

 

Terra Skye: Yeah I know Ray... normally I would be going off about how they were trying to cheat... but it's christmas damnit. I'm relaxed.

 

Very focused and determined, the Ass Kick Nation stand in their corner and wait as Jeff checks them over one at a time. The Street Samurai known as Spade gets checked over first, and he's found not hiding anything that is considered to be foreign. Leon Corella is next, and is the second of the two to patiently oblige Jeff in his mandatory pre-match checks. With everything set and good to go now, Ref Jeff waits patiently as one member of each team has to exit the ring before the match can begin. Shirlea Frost approaches the center of the ring while Vivian Lee exits. Conversely, it's Leon Corella that decides to start the match off for the AKN. Ref Jeff calls for the opening bell!

 

DING DING!!

 

Ray Payne: Lets do dis yo!

 

There's no love-lost between these two teams as both representatives come out fighting in the center of the ring! The Carnage Legion seems to be behind Leon Corella as the brawl starts out. Leon gets the early upper hand with his straight forward brawling style and quickly backs Shirlea Frost into the ropes. Leon gets Shirlea reeling early with a big european uppercut that has her back leaning against the ropes. He whips her off to the far ropes and charges towards the center of the ring with a hard clothesline, but Shirlea has the wherewithal to duck the clothesline attempt and counter with a drop toe hold. Shirlea spins around around on top of Corella and applies a grounded front face lock to secure the upper hand completely. Leon works his way from his stomach to one knee and then to a standing vertical base with his head still applied in the hold. Shirlea shifts her focus, taking Leon's arm and changing from the front face lock to an armbar style grapple. Leon reaches out for Spade but Spade is obviously too far away. Shirlea pulls Leon closer to her corner, but this is what Leon wanted. Leon drops down, shifting his weight as he falls to take Shirlea clear over with a judo-style armdrag that breaks the armbar submission. Shirlea and Leon both make it to their feet quickly and now Leon hits the hard clothesline that he was hoping for earlier, taking them both down.

 

Terra Skye: Both competitors looking very determined right off the bat.

 

Ray Payne: You gots dat rite yo. Mistah Corella iz lookins like he stills upsets yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Anyone need a refill?

 

As Terra and Ray give Johnny their glasses to refill, Leon is in control now. He reaches down and grabs Shirlea by the top of her hair to pick her up but Shirlea manages to get a nice calf kick in on the ground, which stuns Leon momentarily but not enough for Corella to stop his assault. He regains control by hard striking Shirlea's chest with his knee, just as he continues to help her back to her feet to make her a little more pliable to whatever he's wanting to do next. Shirlea continues to struggle, making everything for Leon Corella as difficult as possible, but Leon manages to get Shirlea up into a Vertical Suplex position and snap her right back down hard to the mat below. Shirlea sits up out of pain instinctively, but Leon pulls her right back down into a quick cover.

 

Boy: COVER HER HE DOES!

 

Ref Jeff slides down and starts to count the pin.

 

 

One!!

 

Shirlea quick kickouts at 1 by sliding her smaller frame from underneath Leon's lateral press.

 

Johnny Vegas: Ah. There. Now, where were we?

 

Terra Skye: Shirlea might not be big and muscle bound, but being smaller definitely has its advantages.

 

Ray Payne: Yeah, likes bein ables to get out from undah da big guy yo.

 

It's like Leon was expecting her to kick out though, as was the rest of the Carnage Legion. Corella is back to his feet quickly and beats Shirlea there by a half-step, which his just enough for him to hit her squarely with a hard knife edge chop that backs her up a few steps! “Woo!” Goes the Carnage Legion, and again a second time as another knife edge has Shirlea backed entirely into one of the neutral corners, her arms blocking her chest the best way she can. Leon Corella nails her with a few back elbow strikes, ones that Ref Jeff has to warn Corella about due to Frost's proximity to the ropes. With the competition break in effect, Jeff has to back Corella a few steps away from Frost to allow Frost the ability to meet her opponent in the center of the ring. Leon's not going to offer her the opportunity, though, as he comes charging into the corner with a running big boot! Frost ducks at the last moment, and Corella is in a world of hurt when his foot clears the top rope and he gets to perform a standing version of a split instead. A split second after Frost regathers herself, she quickly moves to apply the 'Frost Bite'! She underhooks Leon's left arm from behind and attempts to lock in that Crossface Chickenwing maneuver quickly but Leon's quick to throw a well placed back elbow to gain a break for himself and to thwart Frost's attempt at attacking before she can even gain the offensive. Corella now able to pull his right leg off of the top rope and finally gain some relief from the missed maneuver earlier. Corella takes his mind off of Frost too long, though, as Shirlea comes running back in, and instead of hitting Corella in the back she chooses to run right past him. She springboards off of the middle turnbuckle and twists gracefully in the air, catching Corella in a DDT position and using all of her body weight, she sacrifices herself to DDT Corella face first onto the bottom turnbuckle.

 

Johnny Vegas: HOT DAMN!

 

Terra Skye: That was beautiful. But she definitely hurt herself in the process.

 

Ray Payne: Dis iz a guud match so fars yo.

 

Shirlea folded herself inside that same corner with that same maneuver though. Luckily for her, she was expecting the pain of driving her own self into the turnbuckles and is more quickly able to regain her composure for a tag out. She begins to crawl towards her corner well before Leon stops holding his forehead in pain. Shirlea makes the tag out to the fresh Vivian Lee who can't wait to enter the match for herself.

 

Johnny Vegas: Corella better get to his tag team partner.

 

Terra Skye: If Vivian Lee is anywhere near as cunning as Shirlea is, Corella is in trouble.

 

Ref Jeff signals the tag and Vivian Lee comes running in and catches Leon about three quarters of the way over to his corner, and grabs him by the ankle. She drags him back out to the center of the ring, much to the dismay of the Carnage Legion who wanted to see Spade tagged into the match. Lee drives a vicious elbow strike down into the small of Leon Corellas back to stun him, before she rolls him over and goes for a quick count.

 

Ref Jeff slides down quickly..

 

Boy: COVER HIM DOES SHE!

 

Terra Skye: Really? That's all you're going to say?

 

 

One!

 

Leon kicks out quickly.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Corella isn't gunna gives up dat easily yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: He's right. That big man is going to have to take a hell of a beating to go down.

 

Vivian is quick with her assault though; after taking a moment to mock the Carnage Legion here in Baltimore to draw boos from the crowd, she pulls Leon Corella up and gives him a short arm clothesline that takes him right back down to the mat, drawing more boos. She tells the Legion to keep it up as she pulls Leon up by that same wrist a second time and drills him again with another short arm clothesline. Vivian certainly isn't making the Carnage Legion very happy, as she holds onto Corella's wrist once more. She pulls him up by his arm a third time, and goes for a third short arm clothesline, but Corella ducks! The momentum of the maneuver takes Corella naturally around as he applies a waistlock from behind and quickly snaps his hims, driving Vivian Lee down to the mat with a textbook German Suplex! The crowd cheers!

 

Terra Skye: Corella with the German!

 

Johnny Vegas: * Laughing * You realize that you made it sound like--

 

Terra Skye: HAHAHAH!! Oh my god, no I didn't.. Wow.

 

Vivian hit the back of her head a bit hard on that move, probably due to the unexpected nature of where it came from. She's not getting up right way. Leon senses the opportunity that's in front of him with the Carnage Legion cheering his last move. He looks up at Spade and begins crawling towards his corner. Vivian's just now starting to stir as Shirlea calls in to her from the ring ropes. Vivian's not in position to stop Corella from making the tag to Spade. Corella uses his arms to pull himself closer, inch by inch. He reaches out, he's only a finger tip away now. Spade reaches out with everything he has, until Shirlea Frost pulls him off of the apron from the outside, which causes him to drop down face first on the unprotected ring apron!

 

Ray Payne: DATS NOT NICE YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: Sly bitches these ones are.

 

The Carnage Legion boos loudly. Ref Jeff isn't very happy, either.. as he commands Shirlea Frost to get back to her corner and stay there unless she wants S & V to get disqualified. Leon Corella lunges for a tag and there's no one home.. he lands with his upper body cradled on the middle rope looking down at Spade who's grimacing down on the concrete floor in obvious pain. He sees Shirlea Frost walking away and he begins to cuss at her when a strong running knee strike attacks him from out of nowhere from behind! Vivian Lee threw her entire force into that knee and now has complete control over the situation. The crowd boos as she lifts Corella up into his own corner, only to grab his head with one arm and bring him straight through to the center of the ring with a massive one armed bulldog! Effective in bringing Corella back away from his corner, and hurting him further, Vivian is quick to attempt another pinfall!

 

Ref Jeff drops down to his knees and checks Corellas shoulders as Lee hooks the legs!

 

Boy: PIN--

 

Terra Skye: STOP IT!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

Strong kickout by Leon Corella at two!

 

Corella is pumping his fists, trying to psyche himself up, as well as the Carnage Legion surrounding him. Vivian Lee is not impressed, however, and lands a strong kick to the small of Corella's back as he attempts to sit up. The move stuns Corella a bit, but Corella pushes through the pain to try to get back to a vertical base. He spins around, and pushes himself up to one knee, where Vivian Lee tries to smack him down a vicious double axe handle smash. Corella eats the blow, however, and continues to push himself back up to both feet and then rise, where he blocks a Lee forearm smash with his arm and then delivers a right hand of his own! The Carnage Legion cheers as Corella blocks a second forearm shot and a third, each time delivering a right hand for Lee's troubles. Vivian swings wildly at Corella out of frustration, but Leon ducks and shoots a double leg, hoisting Vivian up into the air just to slam her down with a huge spinebuster! The Carnage Legion cheers Leon pulling out that signature spinebuster, and now both competitors are down!

 

Terra Skye: He's coming back!

 

Johnny Vegas: Can't count those guys out...

 

Ray Payne:

 

Both competitors begin crawling toward their respective corners, the Carnage Legion on their feet. They're cheering for Leon to make it to Spade, as Spade is bouncing up and down on the bottom rope with his arm outstretched and begging to get in. Vivian Lee is stirring, and she's closer to her corner than Corella is. Vivian lunges forward, and she makes the tag to Shirlea Frost. The Carnage Legion is on pins and needles as Ref Jeff acknowledges the tag and Shirlea is quick to get into the ring. Corella is inches away, he leaps forward, and he makes the tag!! The Legion here in Baltimore erupts!!

 

Ray Payne: MISTAH SPADE IN DA MATCH YOOOO!!!

 

Terra Skye: Finally!

 

Spade takes the hot tag quickly and gets into the ring already on the offensive. He hits Shirlea Frost with a few strong right hands, backing her up to the ring ropes. He irish whips Shirlea hard against the far ropes and hits her with a hard clothesline when she returns! Vivian Lee attacks from behind, but Spade senses her and clotheslines her as well! He turns and clotheslines Shirlea Frost again! Lee's using the ropes to help herself to her feet, Spade clotheslines her over the top rope and to the floor! “The White Queen” is back up again and she turns just for Spade to hit her hard and flush with “The Busted Straight”! That spear nearly cut Frost in half!! Spade goes for the quick cover, hooking the leg!

 

Ref Jeff drops down instantly to count the cover, the Carnage Legion chanting along.

 

Ray Payne: Covah by Mistah Spade yo!

 

Terra Skye: Seriously? I just got Boy to stop doing that. Now you?

 

 

One!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

TH- NO- Shirlea Frost kicks out just at the count of three!

 

Spade can't believe that he had the win for his team in sight, but he chooses to stay on the offensive instead of letting his frustration get the best of him. He stands up and looks out towards the Legion which is cheering him on greatly. He calls out for his finishing maneuver, bringing the crowd here in the Carnage Arena to even more of a frenzy! Spade picks Shirlea up and pulls her head down from behind, locking her in position to go for “The Deadman's Hand”! He hoists her up, but Shirlea has the wherewithal to back flip over Spade and counter the move! Shirlea goes for the “Ice Breaker”!! But Spade grabs on to the top rope! Shirlea goes flying off and down to the mat hard, but manages to roll through and back to her feet. Shirlea comes charging once more towards Spade, who ducks her clothesline but Shirlea goes through and springboards off of the ropes.. Vivian Lee reaches up and makes a blind tag that only Ref Jeff sees! Shirlea Frost backflips out of the Springboard attempt and goes for the “Black Ice”!! But Spade counters with a hard “Deadman's Hand”!!!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: He got her now!

 

Spade drops down onto Shirlea Frost for the cover.. But Ref Jeff doesn't count the pin! The Carnage Legion all counts out.. 1..2..3.. but Spade doesn't yet know that Shirlea is not the legal participant! Vivian Lee comes leaping over the top rope with a spring board leg drop across the back of Spade's neck! The Legion boos as Vivian rolls Spade over onto his back while Shirlea rolls her way out to the outside of the ring..

 

Ray Payne: Whut da?

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god... Vivian made the tag when Shirlea springboarded off the ropes...

 

Ref Jeff now drops to make the cover!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Spade kicks out before the count of three!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: He kicks out, Holy fucking shit he kicks out!

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, but Vivian doesn't look too happy.

 

Vivian Lee is livid, and she's giving Ref Jeff a piece of her mind. She's pointing her finger hard into the center of Ref Jeff's chest and Jeff's warning her to back off. Suddenly, Vivian runs over to Spade's corner and attempts to take a cheap shot at Leon Corella, who ducks the hard right hand attempt! This draws Corella into the ring as Vivian backs off.. Ref Jeff grabs Corella and stops him from entering the ring any further, which gives Lee the opportunity to do a bit of taunting. What she doesn't see is Spade standing right behind her.. But the Carnage Legion knows what's about to happen next! Spade spins Vivian Lee around and scoops her up quickly, before spinning her body around and prepares to plant her with another “Deadman's Hand”! But as he turns towards the ropes, Shirlea Frost sprays something into his eyes!! She appears to have a can of hairspray and manages to get Spade right in the eyes with it!

 

Terra Skye: Cheating BITCH!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Well shit!

 

Ray Payne: How dids Jeffy not sees dat yo?

 

Vivian Lee drops down and immediately rolls Spade up with a small cradle! Ref Jeff just now turns around to see the pinning predicament, just as he has finished getting Corella out of the ring. Jeff runs and slides down to count the cover! The Carnage Legion is booing loudly!

 

Terra Skye: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!!!

 

 

One!!

 

Lee makes sure that Spade can't kick out, when she grabs a hand full of Spade's tights!

 

 

Johnny Vegas: She's got the tights!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Corella pulls himself through the ropes, trying to make the save!

 

 

Three!!!

 

Corella manages to break up the pin, but just a moment too late!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: Wow. They totally cheated AKN out of a win there.

 

Johnny Vegas: I love to watch two sexy women cheat... it's kind of my thing...

 

Terra Skye: You would, John John.

 

Leon Corella is laying the boots to Vivian Lee, until Shirlea Frost reaches in and pulls her tag team partner out of the ring. The two girls immediately begin backing up the entrance ramp, as “Bad Medicine” begins playing over the Arena PA system! The music does very little to soften the boos in the arena, however, as Leon Corella stands inside the ring wanting more of The Pretty Little Asskickers. He checks on Spade and it's now obvious that they must have sprayed some foreign substance in Spade's eyes to get him in the pinning predicament. It appears like this may be the beginnings of a legitimate feud, as the Carnage Legion would love to see the Ass Kick Nation get another shot at the tag team of Shirlea Frost and Vivian Lee.

 

Boy: Heading into Intermission on a sour note we are.

 

Terra Skye: What, are you Yoda or something?

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't worry about it Terr... Lets just go get something to eat.

 

Terra Skye: Yeah.

 

Ray Payne: I wishes ya'll coulds gets along any othah time like dis yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Alcohol, Ray. Alcohol.

 

 

Intermission
It's now time for intermission! The lights get brighter as the ten minute time clock starts counting down on the Carnage Tron. Ray Payne, Terra Skye, Boy and Johnny Vegas all get up from the announcers table to stretch their legs and grab a bite. The crowd starts rising from their seats, following the commentators lead, some head out to the concessions, others head straight for the restrooms. Everyone is still buzzing about the action that they've already seen tonight! But just as everyone is relaxing for a few minutes, "Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix hits the PA system and out walks former TCW Carnage X Champion, Trey Gaines! The crowd is stunned as they rush back to their seats! There are no commentators at the table as they're all out taking a break! The crowd doesn't quite know what to make of Trey until Ana walks out and joins him. She's wearing a full body black leather suit, that doesn't leave much to the imagination when it comes to curves.

 

Trey Gaines & Ana

 

Terra Skye and Johnny Vegas both rush back to the announcers table, and quickly put their headsets back on their heads!

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell?

 

Terra Skye: I haven't a clue... there I was, grabbing some hot wings, and BOOM, here comes Trey Gaines.

 

Johnny Vegas: There's something off with this guy, I'll tell you that right now.

 

Terra Skye: Considering how 'Off' Ana has been lately, and now here she is... something still doesn't look right.

 

Terra takes a sip of her whiskey as Trey Gaines starts walking down the entrance ramp, pulling Ana along by her arm, drawing the boos of the crowd. He smiles as he pulls Ana in close, and wraps his arm around her, telling the crowd that she is HIS, and there's nothing anyone is going to do about it!

 

Johnny Vegas: You're right, Terra... I think he's doing something to her... and not in a good way.

 

We hear Trey yelling at a fan, who called him a liar. Moments later Ana slowly crawls up the apron and sits on the middle rope, allowing Trey to enter the ring with ease.

 

Once he hands out a few "go to Hell" looks, Trey Gaines calls for a microphone. Ana motions to cut the music and tries to quiet the crowd down, but a lot of them are yelling for her to get away from Gaines. She doesn't quite know what to make of that, as she tells them that they should listen to him.

 

Terra Skye: What's happened to her?

 

Johnny Vegas downs the rest of his glass of whiskey, refilling it almost immediately.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know. Like I told you Terr...

 

Terra Skye: Terr?

 

Johnny Vegas: Listen, I've been drinking, deal with it.

 

Trey Gaines: Listen to all you worthless, pathetic ass-hats!

 

The crowd roars back with a massive "Boooo!"

 

Trey Gaines: I'm the only stand up guy in this arena, so everyone of you should shut and show some respect.

 

The crowd gives it back to him even louder, causing Ana to look uncomfortable.

 

Trey Gaines: Listen up, Idiots! I'm here to show all you fans what real wrestling looks like. I'm here to teach every lost soul in the locker room how to wrestle .... THE RIGHT WAY!

 

Ana nods with approval, trying to win over the crowd. The Legion isn't interested in what Gaines is selling. They smell a rat too, and they're telling Ana. But Gaines is having none of it. He steps up into the center of the ring, and looks angrily out at the Legion.

 

Trey Gaines: Carnage Wrestling is ruining Wrestling for the younger generations. What you have all seen here is crap! And Trey "The Savior" Gaines is here to show everyone.... The RIGHT WAY!

 

Terra Skye: Who in the hell does this guy think he is?

 

Johnny Vegas: He's a fuckin freak. That's what he is.

 

Gaines walks over to Ana, slaps her ass and plants a massive kiss on her. She stumbles back, wipes her lips and then smiles back at Gaines. As Ana tries to compose herself, and the crowd showers him in Boos, Trey brings the mic back into position.

 

Trey Gaines: ...and you know what else?!

 

Before Trey can finish his statement..... "You Can't Stop Me" by Andy Mineo hits the PA and the crowd erupts into a frenzy. Seconds later, Zane Levins crawls out from underneath the ring. He sneaks into the ring, while Gaines' back is turned.

 

Zane Levins

 

Ana sees him and appears to be in a state of shock as she looks over Trey's shoulder. Trey slowly turns around to see what's she's looking at, thinking "no way".

 

BLAM!!

 

Zane lands a massive upper-cut right to his former mentor's jaw! Gaines is laid out with one punch and Levins stands over him.

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT! ZANE LEVINS!

 

Johnny Vegas: Where in the hell has he been?!

 

Terra Skye: Thank god... Thank fucking god.

 

Zane circles around his prey for several moments, before dropping down and picking up the mic.

 

Zane Levins: You disappoint me, man. You've let down a whole community.

 

Zane shakes his head, then looks over at Ana and then toward the applauding crowd.

 

Zane Levins: I got 3 things to say, Carnage.

 

"Take your woman!" "Take your woman!" "Take your woman!"

 

Zane Levins: Next time we all get together, I'm taking care of this old man. You hear me Kyra Johnson?! Zane Levins vs Trey Gaines! Career Match!

 

The crowd roars with approval.

 

Ray Payne runs in and sits down beside his partners, a tray of wings in his hands.

 

Ray Payne: Whut dids I Misses yo?

 

Terra Skye: LOOK!

 

Ray Payne: Oh Mah gawdz yo! ZANEY!

 

Johnny Vegas: Not only that, but he just challenge Trey Gaines to a career match.

 

Zane Levins: Praise be to God, Carnage! Praise be to God! Pray for Trey.... he'll need it.

 

Zane shakes his head, looking down at Trey. Then he turns his toward Ana.

 

Zane Levins: Ana... I Love you, and I'm sorry.

 

Trey starts to roll around on the mat and Zane exits the ring as "You Can't Stop Me" blast through the arena and into Gaines' head.

 

Terra Skye: AWWWWW!!!

 

Ray Payne: He saids he loves Miss Ana yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Funny way to show it... letting her get taken advantage of by this old piece of crap.

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit, Johnny are you actually feeling... feelings?!

 

Johnny Vegas: HELL NO.

 

Once Zane is out of sight, Trey gets up and yells at Ana for not telling him that Zane was right behind him. He gets into her face and keeps screaming as she looks around, focusing solely on the spot where Zane just stood. Eventually Trey shakes his head, and grabs her arm forcefully, pulling her out of the ring. She apologizes as the two walk up the entrance ramp.

 

As they make it to the stage, Ana turns around again, staring at the ring...

 

Terra Skye: I think she's starting to see the light.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know...

 

Ray Payne: Zaney and her belongs togethah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, they never were officially a couple... Zane apparently couldn't commit.

 

Terra Skye: But people make mistakes, look at Kyra and JD... There has to be a happy ending here somewhere.

 

Trey Gaines catches Ana's gaze and pulls her to him, planting another kiss on her, much to the displeasure of the crowd. He pulls away from her, and turns out to the Legion, yelling “It'll be the last time you see that punk kid around here. From now on, we do things my way.... THE RIGHT WAY!”

 

With that, he turns and pulls Ana through the curtain, leaving the crowd booing.

 

 

Backstage - Charity Case
Charity walks into the camera's view, looking rather pissed off and perhaps more than a little tipsy. She's wearing her full ring gear, but it looks as if she put it on in a rush, for she wore it a bit haphazardly and sloppily. She tried to stop in front of the camera, but her momentum caused her to keep going a few more feet, making her stumble. She stood up straight, obviously having trouble maintaining her composure as she pushed her mussed hair out of her face. She closed her eyes, and her body swayed slightly. She stood as still as she possibly could for a few moments before opening her eyes and addressing the camera.

 

Charity Jones

 

Charity Jones: Do any of you people understand who I am? I am a former Carnage World Heavyweight Champion! How many people can say they've accomplished what I have? Not a good damned one. Not even the precious owner of Carnage Wrestling can say that she's won Carnage’s biggest prize. Why? Because she's a fucking loser. Just like the rest of you.

 

She points at the camera and shakes her head.

 

Charity Jones: And that's exactly why that no good bitch had no right to put me into a match that is so far below my capabilities that my ex fucking husband could win it. Listen to me, I am Carnage Wrestling ROYALTY. I am the ONLY woman to have ever held the biggest prize in this company. That puts me far above any of you other so called wrestlers in this dump.

 

She slurs her words a bit as the figure of Jack Nomad steps in behind her. He is also in his full wrestling gear, however his face is obscured by the hood on his vest. He doesn't speak a word, just allows his partner to continue her speech.

 

Jack Nomad

 

Charity Jones: Putting me up against the little bitch who always thought herself better of me. Ana, sweetie… who catapulted herself into the main event picture, and who wallowed in obscurity? I made something of myself, while you what exactly? And here you are, five years later.. doing the same shit. Fuck you and your partner. Neither of you can hold a candle to me.

 

She pauses again, letting an evil grin firm on her lips.

 

Charity Jones: Speaking of partners, look at who Kyra has paired me up with.. Jack fucking Nomad. Really? I could wrestle circles around that nobody. I-

 

She stops, realizing that someone is behind her. She turns slowly and meets the dark gaze of her partner. She doesn't seem phased, however, as the two have a staring contest. The tension is getting intense as Charity opens her mouth to speak again.

 

Charity Jones: I meant what I said, bitch. Stay the fuck out of my wa--

 

Before she could finish the sentence, Jack suddenly lunged for her, trying to wrap his hands around her throat. He succeeds for a short time, until Charity gets him flush in the gut with a well placed knee. Jack staggers backward, and Charity lunges for him, trying to grab him in much the same way he grabbed her, but she was too slow and Jack pushed her up against the cinder block wall, placing his forearm to her throat.

 

Jack Nomad: Shut your fucking mouth.

 

Charity struggles to get free, trying to form words, but without a whole lot of air, that is proving difficult.

 

Charity Jones: Go…. Go.. to Hell.

 

Jack grabbed her and slammed her against the wall again, this time her head making contact with the unforgiving cement. You could hear a loud crack as her eyes looked a little more glazed over than usual as she slid down the wall and landed rather unceremoniously on the ground. Jack leans down in front of her, taking a hold of her face and forcing her to look at him.

 

Jack Nomad: You and you're god complex are making us look like fools. You dare stand here and talk about your accomplishments? You're living in a world that doesn't exist anymore. You're in my world now. You don't deserve Tommy's balls in you mouth, let alone step foot inside MY ring. Compared to you… we are wrestling GODS. I don't care that you were a champion, you're reliving a past that has NO bearing on the here and now, because you may have been a great wrestler back in the day, but now you're nothing. You're nothing but a drain on the economy.... a welfare slut.

 

She tries to pull her face away from his hand, but in her dazed state it doesn't do much good. He keeps his tight grip on her face as he continues speaking, his voice lowered and deep.

 

Jack Nomad: ...but I can help you. All you have to do is everything I say, without question. If you do that, you just might survive the next match and get a measure of respect back. If you don't, I'll leave you more broken than Nathan Cristion ever dreamed of. You'll be able to do little more than blink your fucking eyes to say yes or no. Now, do we have an understanding?

 

She shakes her head. He laughs as he pushes the back of her head up against the wall.

 

Jack Nomad: I know what you're thinking Charity... you've lost it all... you want to go somewhere quiet, cry your eyes out, get so blindingly drunk that you can't feel anymore so that when you slash your wrists in the bathtub, you won't be able to stop yourself. I don't care what you do on your personal time, but when we're in that ring, you follow my lead or else…

 

With that said, he let's go of her face and stands up; looking down at her in disgust. She rubs the back of her head, and when she pulls her hand back in front of her, she sees blood.

 

Charity Jones: Fuck you.

 

Jack Nomad: That's how you want it. That's how you'll get it.

 

He walks over her to exit the scene. He walks a few paces and then stops and looks back over his shoulder.

 

Jack Nomad: ...If you ever decide between life and death after this night, come find me. If you're willing to listen, I might be able to help you.

 

With that he finally leaves. The camera goes back to Charity who is looking at the blood on her hand, shaking her head. She looks up just in time to catch her partner moving out of view. She keeps staring for a few moments before turning her attention back to her hand.

 

 

Match Three - Ethan McBride Vs. Marisol Hawkes

Ray Payne: I don't thinks dey is gunna gets alongs fur da match tonites yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You are so right my friend!

 

Terra Skye: Oh John John... why can't you be nice like this all the time?

 

Johnny Vegas: Keep alcohol in my system, and you can have it. HAH!

 

Terra Skye: Noted.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes dat Miss Charity is okays yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Eh, She's a bitch anyway. She'll be fine. Bitches always survive.

 

"Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin begins to rift through the venue as all of the sudden the opening lyrics begin to blare, and out steps none other than "Eyes Wide Shut" Ethan McBride. McBride stands just outside the curtain with the normal scowl of disgust on his face as he looks out into the crowd. The crowd isn't very pleased with him, as can be told by their boos ringing throughout the arena.

 

Ethan McBride

 

Terra Skye: The Legion remembers what he did to Noah on Chaos 10.

 

Johnny Vegas: Noah sucked. He didn't put up any fight... it was pitiful.

 

As the song continues to play Ethan begins to make his slow, yet purposeful walk to the ring making sure to gaze into as many of the fans eyes with disdain as he can. McBride is wearing his normal ring attire, yellowish-gold trunks with matching knee pads and black taped wrists. "Eyes Wide Shut" Ethan McBride finally makes it to the ring and walks up the ring steps looking into the ring and shaking his head in disgust at the referee before wiping his feet and entering the ring through the ropes and walking straight to his corner with his scowl still imprinted on his face.

 

Ray Payne: Dis guy haz a serious attitude problems yo.

 

Terra Skye: Hold on... Where's Boy at?

 

The announce team looks around, realizing that Boy is missing.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well it wasn't my turn to watch him...

 

Ray Payne: Oh gawds yo. We shouldn'ts has lets him drinks yo.

 

Just then, Boy walks up to the table, holding what appears to be a strawberry daquari.

 

Terra Skye: Where in the hell did you get that?

 

Boy: Mama Winn made it for me.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hold on.. is it just me, or did he make sense?

 

CW Admin steps forward, garnering another disgusted look from Ethan McBride, however Admin just shakes his head and takes a drink of his whiskey before putting the mic up to his mouth.

 

CW Admin: This next match is Scheduled for One Fall, and will be contested under Standard Carnage Rules! First, to the ring, standing tall at 6'3” and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is “EYES WIDE SHUT” ETHHHHANNNNN MCBRRIDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

 

As McBride walks around the ring, "Liar Liar" by Kamelot hits the speakers as Marisol Hawkes walks out on the ramp in her black and purple leather attire. A wry smirk crosses her lips as she glares around the Carnage Arena at the Legion.

 

Marisol Hawkes

 

Terra Skye: Love her hair. Seriously.

 

Johnny Vegas: You could pull something like that off.

 

Terra Skye: Really?

 

Ray Payne: Don'ts believes him yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Really?! That wasn't very nice Ray. Now you hurt her feelings.

 

Ray looks over at Terra, who has crossed her arms and looked away from him. Ray shrugs his shoulders as he grabs the bottle and pours himself another glass of whiskey.

 

Marisol places her hands on her hips as she struts down the entrance way, and to ringside. She ascends the ring steps quickly, and looks out at the crowd again from the top step. She smiles to the Legion as she climbs into the ring, and looks back up towards the entrance ramp. She looks across the ring at her opponent as she stretches and paces a few times in her corner, waiting for the match to begin.

 

CW Admin: And his opponent, standing in at 5'5” and weighing in at 126 pounds, she is MARRISSSSOLLLLLLLLLLLLL HAAAAWKEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: These two have been going at it for over a week now on Twitter. This one sh--

 

Ray Payne: I is sorrys Miss Terra.

 

Terra Skye: * Ahem * This one should be interesting.

 

Johnny Vegas: Ohhhhhhh Ray's getting the cold shoulder!

 

Senior Referee White Rey is out here now to start the second half of Monday Night Chaos and he begins by checking Marisol Hawkes over for foreign weapons. The five foot five inch bombshell from Halifax stands beneath the referee, but White Rey knows better than to not be careful and on his guard whenever he's in the ring with any Carnage wrestlers. After finding no hidden foreign objects on her person, he moves across the ring where “Eyes Wide Shut” Ethan McBride is stretching in his corner. He calls Ethan out to take two steps towards him so that he can check the tights and the kneepads for any foreign objects; a check that Mr. McBride doesn't seem too happy about. White Rey finds nothing of note on him either, as he thanks Ethan for his compliance. Ethan McBride nods to White Rey as Rey moves away from him. Ray points to Boy outside of the ring and calls for the opening bell.

 

DING DING!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I do have to say, Boy... you are doing a fantastic job tonight.

 

Boy: Thanks you, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: You are very welcome, my good man.

 

Ray Payne: I think I accidentally went intos an alternate universe where Johnny is complimentarys, yo. Dis is scaries.

 

Hawkes and McBride meet in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. McBride uses his ten inch height advantage to leverage Marisol back towards her corner. Having easily powered her back against the turnbuckles, it's not too long before CW's Senior Ref is calling for a clean competition break. McBride grins and takes a step backward, his arms held up high the same as Marisols. McBride throws a strong right hand to attempt to catch Hawkes off-guard but she ducks it – the momentum of McBride's own punch sending him spinning into the corner with his back against the turnbuckles instead, now Marisol hits McBride with a hard knife edge chop! “Woo!” The Carnage Legion yells out as Marisol ignores White Rey long enough to grab McBride's head and hit him with a snapmare that takes him down to a seated position closer to the center of the ring. Marisol is quick to drop down with a low drop kick to McBride's spine that's got “Eyes Wide Shut” in a lot of trouble early!

 

Terra Skye: Johnny is sweet, Ray. So back off.

 

Ray Payne: And da fact dat you is calling Johnny Sweet is even scarier yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Thank you Terr. Better leave the lady alone, Ray... you done pissed her off.

 

Terra Skye: Marisol is showing why she shouldn't be taken lightly early in this one. I'm rather impressed with her talent.

 

Marisol attempts a lateral press by pulling Ethan McBride down and pinning him, but he kicks out before White Rey can even make it down to one knee.

 

Johnny Vegas: But on the other hand of that one, Terr... Ethan McBride is no slouch either. He's shown that he's got the skill to make it interesting in Carnage.

 

Ethan's got a definite size advantage, so when Marisol rains down on McBride with right hands, it takes Ethan no time at all to get back to a vertical base and just shove Hawkes away. Hawkes comes charging at him in a rush of speed, looking for a clothesline but McBride's able to duck it and catch her with a swinging neckbreaker counter. The Carnage Legion boos as McBride is quick back to his feet and he stomps down on Marisol, keeping her from being able to get back to her feet. His size and strength advantage come into play big time, though. McBride is able to pull Marisol up by her hair just to body slam her back down to the mat. Perhaps, just as a show of one-upsmanship, Ethan McBride drops down and goes for a lateral press cover..

 

Ray Payne: Early Pins yo!

 

White Rey drops down to his knees for a pinfall!

 

 

One!

 

Marisol Hawkes kicks out quickly after the count of one.

 

Terra Skye: She's not going down without a fight.

 

Boy: Close match this one will be.

 

Johnny Vegas: Right again.

 

Marisol sits up clutching her lower back, still feeling the effects of the body slam. McBride, now back up, pulls Marisol back up to her feet and this time drops her down with a vertical suplex. Her back hurting once more. McBride seems to be targeting the back of Hawkes, perhaps weakening her for the “FTL” later on in the match. Speaking of which, McBride makes his way back to his feet and goes right over to the nearest corner and starts taking the turnbuckle pad off, much to the chagrin of Senior Referee White Rey. who's none too pleased that his turnbuckle pad is being removed. He tries to start a count to stop McBride from ripping it off, but McBride successfully “Releases the Hate” before the count of five and tosses the turnbuckle pad out among the Carnage Legion themselves, where it may never be seen again. With a huge grin, McBride is too busy telling White Rey where he can stick his five count to notice that Marisol Hawkes is back up and to her feet. The cheers of the Carnage Legion alert him to something when Marisol comes running forward with a leaping double-leg drop kick that sends McBride back first into his own exposed turnbuckle! Huge cheers fill the Carnage Arena!

 

Terra Skye: His treachery has bitten him in the ass this time! HAHA!

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't count him out, Terr.

 

Ray Payne: Can I's gets in dis conversation yo?

 

Johnny and Terra sigh as they take a drink.

 

Terra Skye: Fine. What do you want to say?

 

Ray Payne: I is sorry yo. Pleases forgives me Miss Terra.

 

Ethan McBride comes stumbling out of the corner, dazed by the extreme amount of pain he's feeling in the center of his back. Marisol pops back up to her feet and leaps into the air, taking McBride down with a textbook hurricanrana! Marisol holds on with her legs, turning the maneuver into a seated pinning combination!

 

White Rey drops down quickly!!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thr-No!!! McBride reverses the pin by pulling Marisol's shoulders down with the strength of his legs!

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit he reversed it!!!!!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thr-Marisol rolls herself backwards, and then jackknifes forward for another reversed pin attempt!

 

Johnny Vegas: Now SHE reversed it!!!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thr-Ethan McBride uses his strength to bridge up, bridging both he and Marisol up at the same time!

 

Terra Skye: Damn, that was impressive. These two definitely have a title reign or two in their futures.

 

Ray Payne: Dat dey do Terra.

 

Terra sighs.

 

Terra Skye: I forgive you Ray... just stop being a jackass.

 

Johnny Vegas: HAHA!! For once I'm not the one being called a jackass! But back to the subject at hand... that was an impressive bridge.

 

Boy: Indeed.

 

The Carnage Legion reacts with a loud 'Oooh' when McBride bridges all the way up and then spins Marisol underneath of him. A quick knee lift dazes her and has her stunned long enough to put her in a standing headscissors. The Legion boos when McBride points to the exposed turnbuckle and hoists Marisol Hawkes up onto his shoulders! He starts to run forward for a powerbomb when Marisol kicks her legs wildly enough to slide off at the very last moment! McBride turns just as Marisol does a standing backflip, grabbing McBride's head between her legs and then executing a picture perfect flying headscissors that has McBride doing a front flip towards the center of the ring! McBride lands on his back, but manages to somehow roll through anyway, twisting his body so that when he stands up he's facing Marisol and ready to attack. But Hawkes is waiting for him, she kicks McBride in the gut and drills him with the “Divine Intervention”!! She got all of that Twist-of-Fate neckbreaker!! She drops down for the cover, hooking the leg!

 

White Rey starts counting!

 

 

One!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THR- NO!! McBride kicks his leg out of the hook just in the knick of time to get his shoulder up before the count of three.

 

Ray Payne: Oh mah gawds yo... I thoughted she hads it won yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Shows how much you know, Ray.

 

Terra Skye: She's got this. No doubt in my mind.

 

The Carnage Legion can't believe how close Marisol Hawkes just got to ending this match! Marisol can't believe it either, as she looks up at the Senior Referee and tries to make sense of Mr. “Eyes Wide Shut” kicking out of such a well executed Divine Intervention. It doesn't take Marisol long to realize that Ethan is still down, so she's quick to make her way over to the turnbuckles by way of exiting the ropes and climbing them. White Rey warns her and starts to count her out, but the Carnage Legion has an entirely different reaction: enticing her as she stands high above her opponent who is still down on the mat. She sizes McBride up and leaps off with a huge “Divine Forgiveness”! But McBride moves out of the way at the last moment, and Marisol catches nothing but canvas! Her back taking the brunt of the impact yet again, McBride was either really lucky or he had that maneuver scouted the entire time.

 

Johnny Vegas: See? Told you... Never count the man out.

 

Terra Skye: And what does that mean?

 

Johnny Vegas: Nothing Terr! Just saying tha--

 

Ray Payne: Now dis is more likes it yo.

 

McBride is the first back to his feet, but Marisol Hawkes fights through the pain to meet him. Ethan goes to throw a punch at Marisol, but she blocks it and hits a forearm smash to his right cheek! The Legion cheers her on as Ethan throws another punch only to have it blocked, and only to be hit again with another forearm smash! Ethan throws a punch a third time, only to have it blocked yet again. This time, though, as Marisol throws the forearm shot, Ethan ducks it and Marisol goes spinning. She stops with her back facing McBride, and McBride is quick to drive his elbow down into the kidney area of Marisol Hawkes. This shot stuns her just enough, that McBride pulls her head back and absolutely drills her in the center of the ring with the “Daddy Dearest” Reverse DDT! Marisol's back, and the back of her head went smashing down to the canvas below! McBride's got a big smile on his face as he leans forward and hooks the leg for the cover..

 

Johnny Vegas: Here we Go!!!!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THR- Marisol finds a way to kick out again!!

 

Terra Skye: Not quite Johnny!

 

Johnny Vegas: No way! Holy shit.

 

Ray Payne: I think dat dey both has a really good chances yo.

 

Ethan McBride sits up and he covers his face with his hands. He cannot believe that Marisol Hawkes kicked out of his best executed Daddy Dearest to date. In a fit of rage, McBride grabs Marisol by her hair and starts punching the top of her head repeatedly, which draws a five count from Referee White Rey.. 1..2..3..4.. McBride barely breaks his punching before he gets disqualified. Upset, he reaches down and begins choking Marisol as well.. 1..2..3..4.. once again breaking the choke just before the count of five. These tactics have the Carnage Legion booing loudly, and as McBride stands up he lets the Legion know exactly how little he cares about what they think. Grabbing Marisol by her head, he hoists her up into the standing headscissors once again. He points to the exposed turnbuckle and does a 'cut throat' gesture to the crowd.

 

Terra Skye: Oh no...

 

Johnny Vegas: I think it's gonna happen Terr.

 

Terra Skye: Hitting that exposed turnbuckle like that could be devastating!

 

Hawkes doesn't appear that she can do much to stop it now, as McBride lifts her up into powerbomb position once again! He goes running towards the turnbuckles with a fierce “FTL” in the corner! No!! Marisol flips through with another hurricanrana!! McBride has to throw both of his arms out and catch the ropes, effectively putting on the breaks before his own face smashes against that exposed turnbuckle!! Marisol crawls out of the way and uses the far ropes to help herself back to her feet. McBride, still furious over his finishing maneuver being countered for a second time, charges at Marisol and goes for a “Laramie Hate Crime”! Hawkes ducks at the last moment, pulling down the top rope as she falls, letting McBride's foot travel cleanly over the top rope! When she lets go, the rope snaps back, and throws the rest of Ethan McBride over to top rope and tumbling out to the concrete floor below. Marisol has bought herself a much needed breather, along with the cheers of the Carnage Legion in attendance!

 

Terra Skye: Damn, McBride is lucky that he caught himself before he hit that exposed turnbuckle face first, but then again, he's the one who removed the turnbuckle cover... so it would have served him right.

 

Johnny Vegas: No, that's where I disagree. He already got punished for it once... twice is overkill.

 

Ray Payne: Well, now he's outside of da ring yo, so maybe yous guys need tah be watching dem yo.

 

White Rey begins to check on Marisol Hawkes, as she is sweating profusely, much like her opponent.. except a bit worse so after being choked. Meanwhile, on the outside, McBride is furious and he's searching underneath the ring for something. The Carnage Legion reacts when he reaches under and pulls out 'Betty', a barbed-wire covered baseball bat! Loud booing is heard, but inside the ring White Rey is too busy checking on Marisol and making sure that she can continue to see what Ethan is up to on the outside of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: That looks like Marisol's bat.

 

Ray Payne: Watches out yo!

 

Ethan starts to slither his way back into the ring undetected with 'Betty' in hand, but then the Carnage Legion cheers. When everyone looks up towards the entrance ramp, they see Dazi Miyashita running down the ramp at full speed!

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT! What the fuck?!?!

 

Ethan doesn't see Dazi, neither does White Rey or Marisol. Marisol finally tells White Rey that she is fine and ready to continue, which causes Rey to back off a bit. Marisol starts to push herself back up to her feet not knowing what Ethan McBride has planned for her the moment she stands up. Dazi sees Ethan with 'Betty' and she slides right underneath the bottom rope at full speed. She slides right past White Rey and quickly stands up, right at the same moment that Marisol does. Ethan cocks 'Betty' back, but as he swings the bat backward hard to get ready to hit Marisol, he catches Dazi in the gut with the bat instead! The barbed-wire latches on to Dazi's midsection and McBride finds he cannot swing the bat when he tries to! McBride is completely shocked to turn around and see Dazi standing there hunched over with the barbed-wire bat driven hard into her midsection!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Barbed-wire to the gut! Holy shit! That's seriously got to hurt!

 

Ray Payne: I hopes she's okays yo.

 

Senior Referee White Rey calls for the bell! He's telling Boy that he's throwing the match out!

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

Boy: This match, thrown out!

 

Terra Skye: Something is just off here about you tonight Boy.

 

Ray Payne: I coulds says da same abouts you and Johnny tonite yo.

 

Marisol is quick to check on Dazi, shoving McBride out of the way to get to her. Dazi seems to be in a lot of pain, but McBride doesn't seem to care. McBride gets up in White Rey's face and challenges him on throwing the match out, but White Rey doesn't want any parts of it right now. He pushes past McBride to go check on Dazi, who still has barbs from that nasty wire stuck into her midsection. McBride decides to scan over the damage he has left thus far, before exiting the ring and backing up the entrance ramp to loud boos from the Legion.

 

Terra Skye: McBride just showed his true colors here tonight. As if he didn't when he relentlessly beat Noah in his debut, but this is a new level of low.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, Terr... this is Carnage Wrestling... you can bet this won't be the end of it.

 

Inside the ring now, Marisol and White Rey are successful at getting the bat pulled away from Dazi Miyashita's abdomen. There's some bleeding, but it seems as if her clothes had taken the brunt of the sharpness from that nasty wire. Dazi nods and she tells Rey and Marisol that she's okay as the two help lift her back to her feet. The Carnage Legion gives Dazi a cheer as she came out to save Marisol from getting hit in the face with that nasty implement of destruction. Both Dazi and Marisol then turn their attention to Ethan McBride, who's standing at the top of the ramp. They both point to him and tell him that his days are numbered. McBride laughs and makes his exit through the curtain.

 

Ray Payne: Definitelys nots da ends yo.

 

Boy: But it's the end of this match.

 

Ray Payne: Dats rite.

 

Terra Skye: Looks like we're going backstage again... what now...

 

 

Backstage - By any means necessary
We're in a room. Cold concrete, the light doesn't help give it any warmth. The room is plunged into darkness as a shadow passes. It does so slowly, and for three long seconds we're left alone.

 

?????

 

Voice: It's easier to fight a monster when the world hates it with you. It's easier to enforce the rules when you know they work.

 

The shadow passes, and at first we think it's a trick or some sort of mistake. The shadow passed, but instead there's a shadow remaining, stood right in the middle of this concrete room. The angle of the camera has changed along with this new sight. Now, we're looking up from the floor, from the corner of the room. The figure in shadow is stood with their right side to us, and they aren't moving. He isn't moving.

 

Voice: But then, the rules haven't done much at all here, have they?

 

A shadow passes, and we're treated to darkness again. This time, it passes quicker and instantly we're closer to the figure. We no longer see his booted feet, instead he dominates the shot even as his head turns toward us. For the first time we see a break in color. Because while one half of his mask is pitch black, the other is a shade of yellow you'd see on a yellow jacket. His eyes are staring right at us, unblinkingly.

 

Voice: Kyra Johnson, she tries to enforce law and order, she tries to make sure the rules are more than words screamed into the wind. But if she were capable of any of that, would men like Jackson be able to stand tall the way they do? No.

 

Darkness again, and when it passes next we're closer than ever to the masked figure. This time he's facing us directly, and those eyes are glaring at us. He never blinks.

 

Voice: Miss Johnson is incapable of enforcing the law. And the last two people who could lead by example have left here in disgrace. So it would seem the darkness has won. The walls have fallen and the heroes have fled.

 

Those eyebrows narrow under his mask, but we see a gleam in those eyes themselves. There's a definite fire burning from within this man.

 

Voice: Unfortunately, I'm what you get when those heroes can't get the job done. I'm not here to make friends, or play by those broken rules. I'm here to restore order, by any means necessary. That is all.

 

He gives the camera the slightest of head tilts before the camera goes to black a final time, and stays there.

 

 

Main Event - Tommy Angel & Ana Vs. Jack Nomad & Charity Jones

Terra Skye: Oh great, another Kyra Johnson hater who thinks they can run things better than she can.

 

Johnny Vegas: The man does have a point, Terr.

 

Ray Payne: Oh shiz yo.. here it comes.

 

Terra Skye: Well, John John, She's still getting her feet wet. You should give her a chance.

 

Boy: It's coming.

 

Johnny Vegas: Maybe you're right, Terr.

 

Ray Payne: FUCKS YO.

 

Boy: Disappointment. Again.

 

The crowd is antsy with anticipation of tonight's main event! “Attack” by Conway hits the speakers as Charity Jones wastes no time in emerging from the curtain and throwing her arms up at the booing legion. She shakes her head and points to herself, yelling out to the crowd that they should respect her more, because she is Carnage Royalty!

 

Charity Jones

 

Terra Skye: I kind of agree with what Jack said to her, I mean shit, he's not exactly a saint, but she's the bottom of the barrel.

 

Ray Payne: She does needs da help yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Get your shit together lady!

 

As Charity saunters slowly toward the ring, she takes the time to banter with a couple members of the Legion. Their conversation gets a little heated as security has to step in to move Charity away from the fans. Jones gets to ringside, and turns around, again, throwing her hands into the air, to massive heat. She smiles to herself as she scales the ring steps quickly and climbs into the ring.

 

She immediately walks over to the far corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle, mocking the crowd as they boo her. As her music fades out, she jumps down and starts limbering up for her match.

 

CW Admin: This next match is the Main Event of the Evening!!

 

He stops and takes a drink, waving the glass in Charity's direction with a evil grin on his face. She shakes her head and gives him a middle finger as he continues.

 

CW Admin: This match is set for One Fall, and will be contested with Ultraviolent Tag Rules, as decided by the Carnage Legion!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh shit! The Carnage Legion voted this match as an Ultraviolent Tag match..

 

Johnny Vegas: That means that all competitors are legal at all times, and falls count anywhere.

 

Ray Payne: Don'ts forgets no disqualifications yoo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Duh Ray.

 

CW Admin: First, to the ring, standing in at 5'7” and weighing 127 pounds... She is CHHARRRRRRRITYYYYYYYYYYYY JOOONESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

 

Charity smiles and waves to the crowd as they continue booing.

 

What scares us is... I think we needed... violence...

 

BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!

I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!

I'VE GOT A SICKNESS TO FFFFFEEEEEDDDD!!!

 

"Violence" by Dope hit's the house P/A system as a healthy, strong looking man steps out from behind the curtains. He sports a black and hooded, heavy leather patchwork vest, black wrestling trunks decorated with red tribal flames, the word "NOMAD" written across both thighs, red and silver kick padded boots, and tape on his tattooed hands and wrists.

 

Jack Nomad & Nyx

 

In one taped hand is a barbwire wrapped, black taped, and silver painted wooden mop handle. Stepping in along side him is a young goth woman with pale skin, jet black hair parted down the middle to frame her rounded face, black painted lips, and ruby red eye contacts. The woman wears a long-sleeved, revealing black top that seems to be made entirely of straps with similarly designed tights and thigh high wrestling boots. She holds in her gloved hand a wooden World War 2 era studded trench club that she lightly taps her palm with. The two head down the aisle, the camera panning around them to reveal a three letter name on her back that simply is "NYX".

 

Johnny Vegas: And who is that?

 

Terra Skye: Well, I would assume that's her name on the back of her outfit there.

 

Ray Payne: She looks means yo.

 

The two arrive at ringside, Jack giving young Nyx a little twirl and a send off of sorts. Of course his eyes linger on her rear as she slinks her way around the ring to the opposing corner. Jack then makes a dash to the ring, hopping onto the apron. He pushes down on the top rope and vaults up and over. There, he swaggers to the center of the ring, holding the Mop Handle high over his head while casting that menacing gaze at the crowd. Outside the ring, Nyx mimics him with that nasty looking trench club. He stops and glares across the ring at his partner, and shakes his head as his music fades out.

 

CW Admin: And her Partner... accompanied to the ring by Nyx... he stands tall at 6'1” and weighs in at 220 pounds... he is JAAACCCKKKKKKKKK NOOOOMADDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Nope. Not looking like they're going to get along at all.

 

Charity and Jack get face to face, and exchange a few words as “Miracle” by Paramore hits the PA system and Ana steps out onto the entrance stage, to a mixed reaction. She's still donning the same tight black catsuit as she was earlier, but now her face is confused, scared even.

 

Ana

 

Terra Skye: I'm telling you, there is something going on with Ana.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes dat mean man isn't doings nothing to her yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, unfortunately Ray I think that's exactly the case.

 

Ana stands atop the stage for a few moments, questioning the crowd. She looks down into the ring, at Jack Nomad and her former tag team partner, Charity Jones as she starts walking slowly toward the ring. Her eyes dart around as she hears members of the legion shouting different things at her.

 

Go back to Zane!!!

 

What's wrong with you?!?!?

 

Trey is lying to you!!!!!

 

She stops midway to the ring, looking overwhelmed at the amount of attention she is receiving. She shakes her head and puts her face in her hands for a few moments as she tries to tune them out. After a few moments, she's regained enough composure to continue her way to the ring. She quickly climbs the ring steps and ducks into the ring, avoiding all contact with her opponents, as she stands in the corner and waits for her partner.

 

CW Admin: And their opponent, standing in at 5'7” and weighing 115 pounds, she is AAANNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

 

Ana looks around uncomfortably, as the crowd continues the battle on whether to cheer her or boo her.

 

Terra Skye: She looks a little overwhelmed there.

 

Boy: Zane needs to save her.

 

Johnny Vegas: What the...

 

Boy: Was I speaking Jibberish?

 

Terra Skye: No... but you do any other time.

 

The crowd quiets down as “In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins hits the Carnage PA System. The lights dim as the opening chords of the song play, and a single spotlight shines at the entrance curtain as Tommy Angel steps out onto the stage, to thunderous applause!

 

Tommy Angel

 

Terra Skye: We haven't seen Tommy since his fall into that ambulance at Ultimate Carnage.

 

Johnny Vegas: His knee is looking a little fucked.

 

Ray Payne: Honestly yo, I is surprised dat either of dese men is still walkings yo.

 

Tommy is wearing a green and gold boxing robe with the hood up. He stops for a split second at the top of the ramp, before making his way to the ring. He walks with a sense of purpose as he takes the time to slap the hands of a few adoring fans.

 

Boy: The fans seem to like Tommy.

 

Johnny Vegas: Ok come on.. You can't be serious.

 

Boy: What are you referring to, Johnny?

 

Terra Skye: You're speaking normal english.

 

Boy: Don't I speak normal english any other time?

 

Ray Payne: Uh, no... yo.

 

Boy reaches out and takes his glass in his hand, a small smile on his face as the other commentators look at each other with a sense of utter curiousity. During all of this, Tommy Angel has made his way to ringside, and is climbing the ring steps, much like everyone before him has. But before he steps into the ring, he stops and checks his knee brace, and stretches his knee. Once he's satisfied that he's good to go, he gets into the ring and stands beside his partner for this evening.

 

CW Admin: And her partner, standing tall at 5'9” and weighing in at 185 pounds, he is TOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY ANGEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Tommy said that he wasn't going to get in the way of Ana and Charitys fight.. He pretty much said he just wants to get his hands on Jack Nomad.

 

Johnny Vegas: I mean, why would he fight Charity Jones... he has no feud with her. She's nothing to him.

 

Ray Payne: Dis is gunna be interestings yo, cuz all of dem is legal at da same times yo. I hope White Rey can keeps tracks of da action yo.

 

The Legion voted for this match to be an UltraViolent Tag Team match with almost no rules except for there must be a pinfall or submission winner at the end of this thing. White Rey acknowledges to to each makeshift team that there will be no checks for foreign objects in the Main Event this evening as everything is perfectly legal, and there are no legal rope breaks, either. With all four competitors in the ring at the same time, White Rey wants them all to know that everything and anything goes, falls count anywhere, and there's only one of him; but he will do his best.

 

Terra Skye: White Rey is one of the best.

 

Johnny Vegas: I have to formally disagree with you.

 

Boy: I believe I'll finish my daquari.

 

Jack Nomad and Charity both nod their head at White Rey, but give each other a look of absolute disgust when they glance over at who their partner is. On the other side of the ring, Tommy Angel looks ready to go, but when he glances over at Ana she seems rather lost in the moment. Angel has to snap his fingers in front of Ana's face a few times to get her to react at all, and when she does, she just looks around the ring as if she has no idea where she is or why she is there.

 

Johnny Vegas: Look at that... there is something wrong with her.

 

Ray Payne: Maybes she's on somethings yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god Ray... You're a genius!

 

Ray Payne: Dem words has never been spoked to me yo.

 

Without further ado, and with the Carnage Legion chomping at the bit to get this Tornado Style tag team match underway, White Rey reaches over the top rope and points in Boy's general direction to ring that opening bell.

 

DING DING!!

 

Jack Nomad and Charity Jones come charging across the ring with leaping forearm shots that have mixed effects. Tommy Angel blocks Nomad's attempt simply by stepping inward, gaining a waistlock where he simply spins Nomad towards the ropes and starts landing body shots on him. Meanwhile Charity's forearm connected rather heavily that sent Ana stumbling backward into the corner. Charity begins laying the boots down to Ana's chest and she's enjoying every moment of it, except for when she loses her balance and falls over which draws laughter from the audience. Charity uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet, and then take her time to make a few gestures towards the crowd. Meanwhile, Nomad ducks his head under a Tommy Angel hard right hand attempt and simply back body drops Angel over the top rope, but Tommy's able to grab the ropes and land on the ring apron. Nomad doesn't see this, and when he turns around Angel is there and grabs him by his head and meets forehead to forehead with a huge headbutt that gets Nomad staggering back towards the center of the ring!

 

Johnny Vegas: Jack and Tommy picking up where they left off at Ultimate Carnage, while Charity and Ana are looking a little....

 

Terra Skye: Green?

 

Ray Payne: Dey is not green yo.

 

Terra Skye: I mean they look like they aren't veteran wrestlers... dumbass.

 

Charity turns her attention back towards Ana, but a moment too late. Ana comes charging out of the corner and takes Charity down with a double-leg takedown followed by a few mounted punches! The Legion cheers Ana on as those mounted punches turn into a full-fledged catfight between the two former members of Bad Intentions; they grab each other by the hair and take turns being on top as they roll around on the mat. Ana tries to slam Charity's head into the canvas, while Charity uses her grip to just throw Ana's head about with strong jerking motions. Finally, the two of them roll so carelessly that they roll underneath the bottom rope and continue in a standing position on the concrete floor below! It doesn't take Charity too long to perform a knee-lift that catches Ana off-guard, and right in the gut driving all her air out of her lungs. She uses her grip on Ana's hair to do a hair toss that throws Ana's body sideways into the nearby ring steps!! The Legion reacts to the loud thud!

 

Terra Skye: Damn! I take that back! They're really going at it now!

 

Johnny Vegas: If Charity were hotter, I'd totally be turned on right now.

 

Ray Payne: EW YO!

 

Moments ago, Jack Nomad stumbled back towards the center of the ring as Tommy Angel stepped back through the ropes. Angel reaches out with both hands to lock Nomad up in a suplex position but Jack counters with a simple thumb to the eye that has Angel backing off slightly. Nomad takes the free moment to get a free kick in at Tommy Angel's bad leg – the one knee that adorns that knee brace – before Nomad simply scoops Angel up in a modified Fireman's carry and quickly drops him down back first to the mat with a Samoan Drop. White Rey checks for a cover but Nomad rolls off of Angel before any pinfall could be counted. Jack is quite sure that Angel would have kicked out anyway. Back to his feet, Nomad plays up the boos of the Carnage Legion as he uses some of his Western Kickboxing style kicks to good use, making sure Angel's ascension back to his feet is a difficult road to travel. Back up, Nomad grabs Angel by the wrist and whips him across to the far ropes and then waits for him in the center of the ring with a back body drop attempt. Angel is able to not only put on the brakes, but drive that injured knee right into the chest area of Nomad as he was already bent over and practically asking for it.

 

Ray Payne: We shoulds be glads dat dere is no ambulances arounds yo.

 

Boy: They may need them after this.

 

Johnny Vegas: This man is on fire tonight!

 

Moments ago, Charity Jones had just hurled Ana by her hair into the ring steps and her body made a sickening thud as it hit flesh on metal. Charity stumbled as she walked towards Ana, seemingly losing her balance at strange moments when she really shouldn't. She helps Ana back up to her feet by grabbing her hair once more; Ana letting out a loud scream as her hair gets tugged on. Charity stumbles as she drags Ana by her hair over to the commentary table. Charity rears Ana's head back and tries to slam her head down on the table, but Ana blocks it! The Carnage Legion watching this half of the action cheers when Ana drives her elbow into Charity's gut and reverses the attempt! Ana grabs Charity by her hair and slams her face down into the announcers table instead!

 

Terra Skye: Charity has moments of greatness, but then I guess the booze takes over, I don't know.

 

Johnny Vegas: But on the other hand, so does Ana... but we don't know what's going on with her.

 

Nomad stumbles backward to the ropes having taken the full brunt of that blast from Tommy Angel's knee brace, but Angel hurt his own knee by using it. Outside of the ring, thankfully away from the melee that is Charity and Ana right now, Nyx cheers on Jack Nomad as he pushes his way through the pain. Angel charges him, but Nomad is able to counter with a beautiful legsweep STO that not only stops Angel's momentum but drives him flat down onto his back. Jack quickly hooks the leg as White Rey drops down to count the pin..

 

 

One!!

 

 

Tw- Tommy Angel kicks out right at the count of two!

 

Terra Skye: Jack really should know better. Tommy isn't going to get pinned... especially not by Nomad...

 

Johnny Vegas: These two hate each other with a passion.. It's great.

 

Ana looks up briefly and watches Angel kick out which saves the match for their team, so far. It just takes Ana's attention away too much as she starts to space out again, allowing Charity to regain her bearings. Charity stands back up, and clubs Ana in the back of her head with a double-axe handle smash that drops her down to one knee on the concrete floor. Charity sees an opening, and she grabs Ana by the head and signals to the Legion that she's going for a DDT.. but Ana's able to counter by grabbing Charity's ankles and pulling them upward! The back of Charity's head hits the concrete floor pretty hard, but the real pain comes when Ana locks Charity's legs and starts to fall backward intentionally, performing a slingshot maneuver that sends Charity face first into the ring post! Charity's forehead cracks the steel post and she drops to the concrete below clutching her head in serious pain! The Legion cheers!

 

Boy: DAMN!

 

Ray Payne: Dat coupled with da shot to da back of her head earlier yo... she's not runnings on all cylanders yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Might need to get her a cat scan later on...

 

Angel kicks out but gets a few hard closed fists for his troubles. White Rey can only watch on when Nomad decides to lock in a choke hold and hold Angel in the center of the ring at bay. Angel grabs at Jack's arm, trying to pull it away enough to gain distance and hopefully to breathe a little bit, but the longer Nomad is able to hold the choke the more Angel fades away. Nyx seems very happy about this at ringside and tells Nomad to keep the choke applied – and she may be the only one. The Legion watching the action inside the ring is cheering Angel on to fight through this blatant choke! There's loud cheering heard when Ana rolls in the ring undetected and lands a low drop kick right to the face of Jack Nomad that breaks up the choke hold just in the nick of time! Ana smiles a bit as she reaches down and pulls Angel up to his feet and the two of them begin stomping Jack Nomad at the same time!

 

Terra Skye: There's the Ana we know!

 

Johnny Vegas: But how long will she be with us, is the question.

 

Ray Payne: Dey might has dis one in da bag yo.

 

Nyx screams inside the ring at Tommy and Ana as they double team Jack Nomad legally. Angel pulls Nomad back up to his feet and irish whips him against the far ropes. When Jack Nomad comes running back towards the center of the ring he is flipped high into the air with a double back body drop! Nomad comes crashing hard down to the thin mat, his body bouncing hard and the force of the impact going straight through to the steel frame beneath the padding. Nomad does the wise thing and allows his momentum to carry him under the bottom rope and out to the floor below. This prompts Angel and Ana to take pursuit. Angel rolls underneath the ring ropes right by where Nyx is standing where Ana takes an approach that has her closer to Charity. Angel reaches down to grab Nomad by his head when suddenly there's a loud crack heard right around his bad knee and the pain goes shooting up through his body!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god!!!

 

The Legion boos loudly as Angel drops down to the concrete floor clutching his knee as Nyx stands behind him, holding what appears to be a trench club in hand! Nomad is slow to get back to his feet, but when he does, She tosses the trench club over to him. He catches it, and goes to work, slamming the club down on Angel's bad knee over and over again.

 

Ray Payne: Dey is gunna permanently injure Mistah Angel yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's obviously what they're going for!

 

Johnny Vegas: He isn't walking away from this one... I don't think.

 

Ana turns her attention from stomping Charity Jones (who is still down) to seeing what all of the commotion is about. She sees Nomad swinging a club downward at someone and hears her partner screaming out in pain. Ana goes running, attempting to round the corner of the ring with a lot of force but she has a difficult time focusing enough to go real fast at all. Finally, she makes her way to the back of Nomad, enough to tap him on the shoulder. Nomad swings the club back wildly which is an easy thing for Ana to duck as she was already expecting it. Ana grabs Nomad by the head and places her head underneath of his and executes a jawbreaker on the concrete floor! Nomad flies backward, nearly landing on top of Angel and the club goes flying out into the crowd. Ana seems to have hurt her knees in the execution of the maneuver; but she's more concerned about winning this match. She pulls herself over to Jack Nomad and goes for the cover..

 

Terra Skye: ANA with the Cover!!!!

 

White Rey exits the ring so he can get down and check the shoulders while counting the pin!

 

 

One!!

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

Charity somehow makes it over in time to stomp Ana in the back of the head to break up the pin! The Legion boos.

 

Johnny Vegas: Drunky with the save...

 

Ray Payne: She shouldn'ts be really wrestlings with da drunkies yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, you're commentating with the 'drunkies' hmmm?

 

Terra Skye: HAH!

 

Charity is busted open and she's got a chair in hand. The stomp to the back of Ana's head has her crawling off in the direction of Nyx, but she doesn't make it very far at all. Soon there's a loud crack of steel on skin as Charity slams the folding chair down across Ana's back! The sickening thud is enough to not only draw screams from Ana but boos from throughout the Carnage Arena here tonight! Charity pulls the chair back for a second shot, but Angel is able to reach up and grab the chair even though he's still on the ground!! He uses his strength to pull the chair right out of her grasp and throw it towards the barricade away from them all, which prompts Charity to turn around and begin stomping Angel for thwarting her attempt to make her former Stable-Boss pay. Jack Nomad working his way back to his feet. Charity and Jack Nomad both lift Angel up by his arms and roll him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Then Charity and Jack both lift Ana up and give her a hard double-irish whip into the nearby metal barricade!

 

Johnny Vegas: They're out for blood tonight... I'm surprised they aren't trying to kill each other though, considering what happened earlier.

 

Terra Skye: It's not over yet, John John.

 

Satisfied that Ana is hurt enough not to interfere, the unlikely team of Charity and Jack Nomad both enter the ring simultaneously to stalk Tommy Angel. Angel's trying his best to drag himself over towards the far ropes to help himself back up to his feet, but Nomad's able to lay boots to that hurt knee before Angel could even get close. Charity, who is bleeding from the forehead and clutching her lower back in obvious pain, decides to pull Nomad away by his arm so that she can get in and start stomping Tommy Angel's hurt knee, too. Nomad doesn't like this, and after a few Charity stomps, he grabs Charity by her hair and pulls her away from Tommy so that he can go back to stomping Angel again. Charity takes offense to her hair being pulled, so she grabs Nomad by his arm and spins him around! The two begin a loud shouting match in the center of the ring!

 

Terra Skye: Told you.

 

Ray Payne: I did nots thinks dat dey would be ables to gets along yo.

 

Their bickering gives Angel all of the time that he needs, dragging himself over to the ropes as he begins to use them to get back to his feet. Nyx tries her best to scream into the ring to warn Nomad and Charity that Angel is back up, but Nomad and Jones are actually shoving each other back and forth! Charity pulls her hand back and slaps Nomad across the face! The Legion is sitting on the edge of their seats now! Nyx screams loudly as Angel is fully back to his feet, and both Charity and Nomad see this. CJ and Jack see Angel charging towards them with complete disregard for his own knee as he tries to attack; Jones and Nomad throw a hard double clothesline but Angel ducks both arms at the same time! When they both turn around, Angel's at the near side ropes now, and a Pipe Wrench comes flying in from outside of the ring where he can catch it! Ana!! She threw a pipe wrench up to Tommy Angel!!

 

Terra Skye: ATTA GIRL!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT!!!

 

Ray Payne: You knows whuts comings Yo!!!

 

Angel lunges forward with a “Wrench Shot” on Nomad!! No!! Nomad ducks T.W.S. and slides right out of the ring before any harm can be done to him. Angel then turns towards Charity and swings the wrench at her but she is able to duck it and land a clean kick to Angel's midsection, causing him to drop the wrench! Charity picks the wrench up, and she's got a perfect shot on Tommy now! She pulls the wrench back, but Ana reaches underneath the bottom rope and grabs Charity by the ankle!! Charity has to pull her ankle out of Ana's grasp, but as she does, she stumbles backwards toward the center of the ring. Charity turns.. Angel catches her with the “Angel Grove's Finest”!!!

 

Terra Skye: Look at that! Ana coming through when it matters most!

 

The back of Charity's head is absolutely blasted by Tommy Angel's foot! But as they both come down, Angel's knee lands awkwardly on top of the pipe wrench that Charity was holding!! Angel is in obvious agony as he crawls over to drape his arm over Charity Jones! Ana slides into the ring to serve as a blocker, but Nomad and Nyx are already half-way up the entrance ramp..

 

Terra Skye: COWARDS!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Tommy is looking pretty beat up right now.

 

Ray Payne: But he's working through it yo!

 

White Rey kneels down to count the pin.. The Carnage Legion chants along!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Ana cheers happily as the pinfall is counted and the final bell has rung. She goes over to her one night only tag team partner and attempts to help Angel to his feet, but “Mr. Backyard” is choosing to stay in a seated position instead. White Rey grabs Ana by her wrist and hoists it high in the air, signaling the victory for her team. Meanwhile, Jack Nomad is not only not caring about his partner laying prone in the ring by herself, he's actually smiling as he and Nyx back slowly up the entrance ramp and watch Angel and Ana celebrate their victory, sort of. White Rey is asking Angel if he needs medical attention and this is when Tommy Angel refuses it, like always. Ana grabs Angel by the wrist and helps him back up to his feet, but Angel is only standing on one foot. It seems like Tommy can barely put any weight at all on the leg with his bad knee.

 

Terra Skye: He can't put any pressure on that knee...

 

Johnny Vegas: Doesn't look good for him

 

Ray Payne: But he refuseded da medical attentions yo.

 

Terra Skye: Typical. But damn if that wasn't a great match.

 

At the top of the entrance ramp, Jack Nomad asks for the music to be cut. The crowd boos as Nomad stands at the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand and a big grin on his face..

 

Jack Nomad: Hahahaha! Even though you won, Thomas. You're still fucked! Look at you!

 

The Legion boos Jack Nomad loudly, but Nyx is clapping and cheering like Nomad had just won his match regardless.

 

Jack Nomad: I'll see you at Chaos 12, my crippled friend! Ahahahaha!!

 

Angel and Ana watch on with disgust as Nomad drops the mic and exits as if he had just won the match.

 

Terra Skye: What a piece of trash.

 

 

Ringside - The Champ speaks

Johnny Vegas: Well Folks... It's been--

 

The lights dim as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers. The strobes shift to red and continue to pulsate on the entrance-way, revealing the unmistakable, heavily tattooed silhouette of a man.

 

Jackson

 

Terra Skye: Shhh! John John! You forgot Jackson was coming out!

 

The screen crackles to life, showing heavy static that gradually fades to grainy and over-saturated footage of Jackson utterly demolishing various opponents interspersed with him either lifting weights or screaming obscenities into a microphone. Jackson stalks down the ramp and this time it's not a baseball bat in his hand. Nope. Instead he's dragging a steel chair by one leg, letting the back of it bump against the ramp, metal squealing against metal as he makes his way to the ring. There's a microphone in his other hand, the Carnage Ultraviolent Title draped over his shoulder.

 

Terra Skye: That's weird.

 

Ray Payne: Whut yosss?

 

Johnny Vegas: He's only got the Ultraviolent Championship with him.

 

Terra Skye: It looks so good on him though.

 

Slowly, he climbs the ring steps and turns to face the Legion on that side, getting explosive heat that he simply shakes his head at before tossing the chair into the ring. He watches it bounce before holding the title belt aloft, getting a little bit more mixed of a reaction. Slowly, gingerly, he climbs between the ropes, slipping the microphone into the back pocket of his jeans before grabbing the chair. He takes his sweet time setting it up, letting the crowd grow restless before he settles down on it, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

 

Jackson: A few of you are probably wondering why I asked for this time. Why me, the grand champion of the universe, the greatest thing since sliced bread and American cheese singles, the single most dominant force to have ever set foot in the locker room asked our esteemed leader to set aside a little time for me tonight. Maybe more of you are wondering why she said yes when she could have been showcasing the four suicidal dipshits who were just out here...

 

He pauses, nudging a stain on the canvas with the toe of one combat booted foot, keeping his eyes downcast.

 

Jackson: The medical reports are on her desk. They've been there since four days after Ultimate Carnage when I finally made it in to see my specialist. And I know I've done nothing to win myself friends around here. I know I drove your favorite Pixie out by taking away her little trinket... the one thing that apparently defined her very existence – the one happy thought that kept that deranged, delusional little cunt from completely losing her mind, but we're not here so I can gloat. We're here so I can confess to you, even if you don't want to hear it.

 

He looks up and the crowd starts to react, a few brave souls tossing their trash in his direction. A half-full cup of beer crash-lands at his feet, splattering his legs but he just sits there and takes it.

 

Johnny Vegas: The man has a point.

 

Terra Skye: He always does.

 

Ray Payne: Da things he sayins is not nices yo.

 

Jackson: I came through these doors with a single promise, to knock Brian Stryker off his pedestal – I said that very thing after my very first appearance here and that little pissant had the nerve to dismiss me, act like I wasn't worthy of his attention. Am I worthy now, Legion? Hm? After what I did to Ana... and you saw tonight how that's clearly still an issue. She wasn't at her best and you have me to thank for that. I'm not going to apologize for going too far. I'm not going to say I'm sorry for giving you what I know you wanted. You wanted blood. You wanted violence. You wanted CARNAGE. She knew the risks. She-

 

He has to stop because the crowd is booing relentlessly. He waits until they die down, letting the belt slide down from his shoulder.

 

Jackson: I'm not sorry. It's going to happen again. And again. But the truth is simple, folks. I'm old, I really am. I've been doing this more than two decades. And tonight I'm going to be honest with myself for the first time ever when I say this. I can't do this.

 

The crowd goes apeshit, questions being screamed at the tops of their lungs.

 

Terra Skye: What in the fuck does that mean?

 

Johnny Vegas: It sounds like he's-

 

Jackson: As of tonight, I'm vacating this belt. The Ultraviolent-

 

Before he can finish his sentence, someone else speaks out.

 

Kyra Johnson: So that's it, huh?

 

Kyra Johnson

 

The crowd looks around as they hear Kyra's voice echo around the arena. She steps silently out onto the stage and stares down at Jackson, still sitting in the chair, in the middle of the ring. She wastes little time, proceeding down the ramp towards the ring.

 

Johnny Vegas: He should've known...

 

Terra Skye: She's the owner... she has the right.

 

Johnny Vegas: To be annoying? For fucking sure Terr.

 

Kyra Johnson: Just going to vacate that belt hmmm? Going to shit all over the Ultraviolent championship, just like Alex did.

 

Jackson's face turns angry in an instant. Kyra sees his reaction and stops amongst the booing legion, rethinking her last statement.

 

Kyra Johnson: You know what? I take that back. No one could have shit on that belt any worse than she did.

 

The crowds booing gets louder at the mention of Alex mistreating that belt. Kyra shakes her head and wags her finger at the crowd.

 

Ray Payne: Now Miss Kyra is nots beings nice yo!

 

Kyra Johnson: Ohhh no. You all cannot tell me that she treated that championship with respect. Did she ever mention it in promos? Oh come on, I know you all hung on every single word that came out of her crazy little mouth. Hell, did she even carry the belt to the ring with her? That Ultraviolent Championship was like a dirty little secret to her. She never appreciated it… and I honestly came out here thinking that you didn't either, Jax.

 

She stopped at ringside, as the crowd got silent. Her and Jax made eye contact for a few moments before she ascended the ring steps and joined the champ in the ring.

 

Kyra Johnson: I've seen the medical reports, I know what you're going through… I guess I just never thought it would come down to this. You're Jackson for fucks sake! You're as Ultraviolent as they come. But regardless of what anyone thinks of you, I also know you're a stand up man and you do what you think is right, no matter what.

 

She reaches out for the belt and Jackson hands it over to her. She cradles it in one arm, looking at it like a newborn child.

 

Kyra Johnson: I know you don't know who Tweeder is…

 

Johnny Vegas: Good old Tweeder.

 

The crowd cheers at the mention of Tweeder, putting a small smile on Kyra's face.

 

Kyra Johnson: But they do. The Ultraviolent ICON. The namesake of this belt. The person holding this belt should be damn proud of the legacy that is attached to this title. Tweeder made others bleed, and he bled himself to create a legacy for this place… hell he even gave me a few scars along the way.

 

She pauses again, her eyes appearing far away, she's obviously deep in thought.

 

Kyra Johnson: I guess all I really wanted to say, Jax, was that I'm disappointed. When I watch you in this ring week in and week out, I see a new age Tweeder. I see someone who can give this belt the meaning that Alex Kelly could have never given it. But I get it. I really do… the big prize means more to you. That Carnage Championship title is your top priority… and so is your health.

 

She drapes the Ultraviolent championship over her own shoulder and places her free hand on Jackson’s shoulder, looking him in his eyes.

 

Kyra Johnson: I respect your decision, Jax. It disappoints me, but I know that you have your reasons, and they are what's right for you.

 

She turns around, facing the backstage area, directing her next comments to the other wrestlers in the back.

 

Kyra Johnson: As of this moment, the Ultraviolent championship is Vacant.

 

She hoists the belt high in the air.

 

Kyra Johnson: Who wants it? Who wants to prove to me that they have what it takes to live up to Tweeders legacy? Act of Defiance. Someone will hoist this belt above their heads, proclaiming themselves to be ‘Ultraviolent’. All I can say is you'd better be prepared to prove it, week in and week out.

 

She turns back to Jax, and smirks, placing the belt back down on her shoulder, giving it a quick pat.

 

Kyra Johnson: Because I won't stand for anything less, and neither will he.

 

She points to Jax. And then out at the Legion.

 

Kyra Johnson: And neither will the Legion.

 

The Legion cheers as Jax stands. He and Kyra stare each other down for a few seconds before Kyra looks away and leaves the ring. As she walks away, Jax stands tall, watching the title belt he worked so hard for, leave his view.

 

 

Ringside - In Closing
Johnny, Ray, Terra and Boy watch as Kyra leaves the arena with the Ultraviolent Championship and they look down at their glasses, still filled with whiskey.

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow. What a way to end the show.

 

Terra Skye: You got that right...

 

Ray Payne: I can'ts believes it yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on... one last toast.

 

They all pick up their glasses.

 

Boy: To you all.

 

Terra Skye: What the hell?

 

Ray Payne: Wuz dat literacy yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: I think we're all just drunk.. Boy couldn't have just said something in proper english.

 

Boy: Oh you guys, I just love the jokes.

 

Terra Skye: I can't even right now.

 

Ray Payne: Ayyyyy Lmao.

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell is Lmao?

 

Boy: Silly Ray... that stands for 'Laugh my Ass off' you don't actually pronounce it.

 

Terra Skye: Whoa.

 

Johnny Vegas: Lets finish this bottle off, shall we?

 

Ray Payne: Words yo.

 

Boy: Indeed.

 

Everyone empties their glasses, and Ray, Terra and Johnny stare at Boy, who has confounded them.

 

Terra Skye: Goodnight Everyone.

 

Johnny Vegas: See you at Chaos 12

 

Ray Payne: If I wakes up by den yo.

 

Boy: Goodnight Carnage Legion. I shall look forward to seeing you at the twelfth installment of Chaos, on Monday, January 11th 2016. Have a Merry Christmas all, and to all a goodnight.

 

Terra Skye: Way to make us look bad...

 

Johnny Vegas: Dick.

 

Ray Payne: Ey yo, boy?

 

Boy: Yes my esteemed collegue?

 

Ray Payne: Whut does Terminal Snowball mean, anyway?

 

Boy laughs.

 

Boy: Oh, you wouldn't understand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAOS 11 CREDITS:

 

General Posting/Editing- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Don't be a Grinch - Kyra Johnson

Opening - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage - A Few Words - Ass Kick Nation

Match One - Dazi Vs. ????? - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage - Wanna get Dirty? - Vivian Lee

Match Two - Ass Kick Nation Vs. S&V - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Intermission - Trey Gaines Speaks! - Zane Levins

Backstage - Charity Case - Jack Nomad & Charity Jones

Match Three - Ethan McBride Vs. Marisol Hawkes - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage - By any means necessary - LeChaseur

Main Event - Tommy Angel & Ana Vs. Jack Nomad & Charity Jones - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Ringside - The Champ Speaks - Jackson & Kyra Johnson

Ringside - In Closing - Kyra Johnson

 

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