Act of Defiance Pre-Show
It's that time again. Time for the Legion to witness History within a Carnage Wrestling ring. Time to defy logic, and common sense. Time to show the world what Carnage Wrestling is all about. The first Supershow of the new year.

 

New Year. A time for starting over. A night where the Hardcore Underground will start anew, proving again why we continue to be the BEST.

 

Well before the 8pm bell time, there is what can only be described as a mob huddled in the snow outside 3100 Boston Street. The Carnage faithful are defying nature, and the State highway administration in order to be here tonight. SnowZilla 2016 has ravaged the state of Maryland, but the Carnage Legion wants to watch the Carnage Superstars ravage one another, fighting for Carnage's biggest prizes, AND for bragging rights.

 

As the daylight fades away rather quickly, leaving the Legion to embrace the darkness and the bitter cold as they await the doors of the Clarence H. “Du” Burns Arena to open.

 

 

At a firm $700 an hour rental fee, the cost to CW to host it's LiveSTREAM iPPVs here at the 'Burns is somewhere near ten-thousand dollars a night. Because of this extravagant cost, the Carnage Staff have been present since noon, setting up the ring and the backstage area appropriately.

 

 
The Du Burns Arena in it's natural Indoor Soccer Setup, Converted to a Full Size Wrestling Arena in just a few Hours Time

 

 

C-DUB C-DUB C-DUB

 

A Cheer that will be heard many times tonight, but none are more prevalent than the ones coming from the Carnage faithful as the doors to the Du Burns Arena open, and the Legion begins piling into the venue. The excitement can be felt from them as some head to the concessions, and others head straight for the merchandise stands.

 

This is the only place where you can grab a Brian Blood Blister Twister, this is the only place where you can get the ACT OF DEFIANCE CW T-Shirt for ONE Night only! Within minutes, both are sold out, the people of Charm City know what's good, and they aren't afraid to buy the absolute shit out of it.

 

From the doors opening until bell time, the Legion only has 30 minutes to pick their seat, and prepare for a night of what Carnage Wrestling's best has to offer.

 

Get ready folks. Buckle up.

 

Act of Defiance is upon us.

 

 

 


 

LiveSTREAM iPPV Statistics - Brought to you by CarnageWrestling.com
Event: Carnage Wrestling Presents: ACT OF DEFIANCE 2016 - LIVE
Venue: The Clarence H. "Du" Burns Arena - Beautiful Baltimore, Maryland
Tonight's Attendance: 1,226

 

 

The opening seconds of "Defiance" by We Came as Romans play over the Du Burns Arena PA speakers at the very moment that the clock strikes 8:00PM..

 

Every single light in the Arena goes out. For a moment, the Arena falls black as pitch. The Carnage Legion gasp and cheer in sheer anticipation.

 

The Carnage-Tron "20" Screen illuminates the venue when it fires to life. Fade in to the Carnage "CW" logo, and the lyrics to the song..

 

 

Ready to defy
Ready to resist
I put up these walls
Built to keep you out
Growing stronger with every stride
You're like a wave crashing into the shore at tide
Can't be stopped once you're in motion
As relentless as the ocean

 

 

The Video shows close up shots of each and every Carnage superstar, starting with Charity Jones, and Sinatra... then a picture of the vacant Ultraviolent Championship comes up on the screen, and on either side of the strap fades in pictures of the two women fighting for that title this evening, Marisol Hawkes on one side, and Dazi Miyashita on the other. Then Ana, the camera zooming in on her eyes as the picture fades out to a picture of Brad Jackson holding the Carnage Championship, slowly zooming in on the belt itself before fading out into a picture of the participants of the Baltimore City Brawl...

 

 

So my walls stand high
I can feel these walls, feel them closing in
(But I)
But I'm not falling apart again
(I can still hear)
I can hear their words, still won't let them in
(Cause I)
Cause I'm not falling apart again

 

 

Photos of Vivian Lee, Samuel Amos, Matt Stone, Devon Cole, Gordon Fury and Sinnstarr Saint all come up on the screen in unison, some faces are familiar, while others are new to the Carnage Legion, but the Legion cheers nonetheless. The first Baltimore City Brawl is set to be a magnificent showing for everyone involved. The screen slowly zooms in on each competitor, one by one until a picture of Baltimore City fades in over everyone and the Legion erupts!

 

 

I'm not falling apart again
I'm not falling apart

 

 

The Picture of Baltimore fades away as live video pops up on the screen of the competitors getting ready for their matches this evening.

 

 

Ready to contend
Ready to withstand
I put up these walls
Built to keep you out
Nothing you say can make me give up
I'm persistent like a river cuts through a rock
Can't be crushed and I won't give in
I'm as steadfast as I've always been

 

 

First is Charity Jones, standing beside her locker, taping up her wrists. She looks angry, but she looks ready. But when she looks up and sees the camera in her face, she lunges and pushes the camera away. The picture goes to static, and almost immediately we are taken to another area backstage where Sinatra is hopping around, a huge smile on her face. The total opposite of her opponent this evening. She smiles and waves at the camera, garnering a small pop from the Legion.

 

 

Still the walls stand high
I can feel these walls, feel them closing in
(But I)
But I'm not falling apart again
(I can still hear)
I can hear their words, still won't let them in
(Cause I)
Cause I'm not falling apart again

 

 

Next we see Dazi Miyashita pacing around backstage, looking determined to bring home the Ultraviolent title, then suddenly the screen splits in half and we see Marisol Hawkes on the other side, looking equally determined and ready to take on her friend for the Ultraviolent title. Marisol looks to the camera and picks up 'Betty' and holds it up for the Carnage Legion, who cheers! On the other side of the screen Dazi smiles and shakes her head, mouthing the words...”I'm ready” once again causing the legion to cheer.

 

 

I'd die on my feet, I can't live on my knees
I'll never give in
Die on my feet, I will never appease
I'll never give in
I'll never give in

 

 

All that can be seen is Ana's back as she sits on a bench with her head in her hands. One can only surmise that she's nervous for this, the biggest match of her career against the man that we see on the screen next... Brad Jackson, with the Carnage Championship over his right shoulder, and Missy Mae to his left. The pair smile into the camera before closing his locker room door in the cameras face. The picture fades back to Ana, who is now looking into the camera, her eyes holding an intensity and a fire that hasn't been seen from her in a long time. The view zooms in on her eyes before fading back to black.

 

 

Still the walls stand high
I can feel these walls, feel them closing in
(But I)
But I'm not falling apart again
(I can still hear)
I can hear their words, still won't let them in
(Cause I)
Cause I'm not falling apart again

 

 

One by one, the video flips through like a scrap book, showcasing each of the Baltimore City Brawl competitors. First we see Sam Amos, stretching and shaking out his limbs. Then we see Vivian Lee doing what she does best, dancing among the Legion, making all the men drool while she smiles evilly. Matt Stone, in his signature 'Shut me up' T-shirt leaning up against a cinder block wall, looking confident for his Carnage debut. Devon Cole and Gordon Fury standing together talking as the camera walks up to them, and they place their hands on the lens, making the picture go black. Lastly we see Synnstarr Saint as she peers into the lens, her calm face turning to a small smirk as the image zooms into her dark eyes, and the picture fades to the next lyrics.

 

 

I'm not falling apart again
I'm not falling apart

 

 

The Lyrics fade into a picture of the Carnage ring standing in the middle of an empty Du-Burns Arena. The view turns and looks at the entrance curtain, the place where each superstar will emerge and proceed to DEFY gravity, logic, and even themselves in their quest to attain victory in front of the greatest fans that wrestling has to offer.

 

THE LEGION.

 

 

I'd die on my feet, I can't live on my knees
I'll never give in
Die on my feet, I will never appease
I'll never give in
I'll never give in

 

 

So tell us... What is YOUR Act of Defiance?

 

 

Act of Defiance Ringside Staff
    
Commentators
Johnny Vegas, Ray Payne, Terra Skye
Ring Announcer
William Hickerson
    
Referees
Ref Jeff, White Rey, Isaac Sanchez
Time Keeper
Boy

 

 

Finally the ceremonial chiming of the bell the LEGION has been waiting for!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

A huge blast of pyrotechnics goes off at the top of the ramp and Act of Defiance 2016 is officially underway! With that, we go straight to AGOS doing a pan-over shot of this jam-packed Du Burns complex as the 1,226 Carnage Legion in attendance are filling the place with deafening screams! There's definitely standing room only above the bleacher seats and over in the balcony area where all of the concessions are. The lights come back on to show the Legion in true full force tonight!!!! We go down to ringside where we are now joined by the greatest Announce Team in Professional Wrestling History, accompanied by the Legions favorite Timekeeper, and in the ring, the most competent Ring Announcer Carnage has ever had! CW Admin steps into the center of the ring, and immediately puts his mic to his mouth as the Legion cheers!!!

 

CW Admin: WELCOME CARNAGE LEGION... TO THE DU BURNS ARENA.. AND THIS.. IS... ACTTTTTTTTTT OFFFFFFFF DEFFIAAANNNNNCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

 

The legion roars as everyone prepares for the action tonight! Ray Payne, Terra Skye and Johnny Vegas all put their headsets on their heads and prepare to call the show!

 

Ray Payne: Listen to da crowd tonites yo!!!

 

Terra Skye: I love it! Welcome Everyone, to –

 

Johnny Vegas: ASSSHOLESSSSS!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Welcome to Assholes?

 

Ray Payne: I doesn't think dat the legions wants to be in da assholes tonite yo.

 

Johnny sighs loudly.

 

Johnny Vegas: The legion... they are Assholes! AREN'T YOU?!?!

 

The legion cheers wildly as Johnny insults them. Terra can't help but laugh.

 

Terra Skye: I still don't understand why they like that...

 

Ray Payne: Me eithah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Guys, this is Baltimore. They know what they are.

 

Terra Skye: Well... Fine. I'll give you that.

 

Ray Payne: Well guys... it's Act of Defiance yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes, yes it is. A lot of shit going on tonight.

 

Terra Skye: You're right about that Johnny I--

 

Paaain... Without Love...
Paaain... I can't get enough.
Paaaain.. I Like it rough.
Cuz I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...

 

“Pain” by Three Days Grace fills the room and moments later Kyra Johnson comes out with a microphone and a big smile on her lovely face. She steps front and center on the entrance stage. With pride in her eyes, and joy in her heart, she looks over the Legion... her legion. They continue cheering her as her smile grows.

 


Kyra Johnson

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh god damnit...

 

”C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!!”

 

Kyra Johnson: Who’s ready for a special night of Carnage!!?!

 

The Legion roars back!

 

Kyra Johnson: Who’s ready for a down right, NIGHT of Defying Acts?!

 

Again, the Baltimore faithful shower KJ with approval.

 

Kyra Johnson: Personally, I can’t wait until…..

 

Drums crash as “Bulls on Parade” hits the Arena’s system!

 

Kyra's smile fades a bit as she gives an eyebrow, but then almost immediately she shows a warm and fuzzy grin and holds her heart.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not him too... Good grief.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, Shut up.

 


JD Mohr

 

The already standing crowd, cuts completely loose as J.D. “Bullrush” Mohr walks out onto the entrance stage. He walks toward Kyra, plants a kiss on her and then turns toward the Legion. As Zach de la Rocha’s vocals fill the arena, JD walks down the ramp; high-fives a couple fans and then returns to the top of the entrance, where his admiring fiance awaits him.

 

The two embrace for a moment, then Kyra snaps into a different roll. The two walk arm in arm down the aisle. Once they arrive at ringside, Kyra hops up unto the apron and slowly straddles the middle rope. This allows JD to easily enter the ring.

 

Once in the ring; JD picks Kyra up, places her on his shoulders and starts a KY-RA-JOHNSON chant! Several moments later, Bullrush sets his woman down. In very lady like fashion, KJ walks to the corner of the ring, giving her man the floor and ordering a staff member to toss him a microphone.

 

JD catches the mic, paces the ring a few times, pauses and then turns to the crowd.

 

JD Mohr: Boy, The Legion is full effect tonight! Damn!!

 

The Legion roars with approval.

 

JD Mohr: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Y’all warm my heart, you really do. You sick and twisted fuckers make me all tingly and stuff.

 

The crowd laughs.

 

"BULLRUSH!!! BULLRUSH!!!"

 

JD Mohr: It’s good to be back out here again, it really is. I’ve got an announcement to make, but…

 

The crowd interrupts with a massive cheer, guessing what his announcement might be.

 

Ray Payne: I wundah whut he's gunna say yo...

 

Terra Skye: I think I have an idea....

 

JD Smiles as the crowd cheers, but he holds his hand up to the Legion, signaling for them not to get too far ahead of themselves.

 

JD Mohr: …BUT, before we get to that news. I need to get a few things off my chest.

 

The crowd quiets down, but only slightly as he prepares to continue.

 

JD Mohr: I think it’s common knowledge, that I hurt myself competing in Japan and that’s why I haven’t been in the ring. So I’ve been doing the rehab thing down in Alabama, keeping a close eye on things in several places.

 

Bull shakes his head in disgust…

 

JD Mohr: Orlando, Florida for instance….

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell is Jelly talking about?

 

The crowd kind of boo’s.

 

Terra Skye: That's where Kyra, Darius and JD came from... a federation in Florida.

 

JD Mohr: Everyone loves Disney World right? Then there’s the Omega Academy, where my own sons train with some of the best in the business. But…other than that…..Ain’t shit happening down there. You Can Bet Your Sweet Ass on that!

 

The crowd responds with a mix of laughs and cheers.

 

JD Mohr: That’s right, the Circus is over and the Spyder has been put to bed. Good riddance, fuckers… from the Cold As Fuck State.

 

The crowd chants, UN-PRO-FESSION-AL! JD and Kyra share a chuckle.

 

JD Mohr: I also had my eye on a place out West, but it just didn’t have the heart. Which reminds me…. Kyra and I would like to give a shout out to a special guest backstage.

 

Bull winks at KJ as the crowd’s eagerness grows.

 

JD Mohr: Melody Lennox is in the house, ladies and gentleman! Enjoy the show, Melody.

 

The crowd cheers and Bull nods in accomplishment.

 

JD Mohr: ….But for the most part my attention has been right here. And I have to say…

 

Bullrush looks at Kyra.

 

JD Mohr: I couldn’t be happier with the job that you’ve done baby. Give it up to our fearless leader, Kyra Fucking Johnson!

 

The Legion gives Kyra the we’re not worthy bow and then breaks into another cheer!

 

”C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!!”

 

JD Mohr: She’s done a great job, she really has. Even with a few rocks in the road, right baby?

 

Kyra shakes her and grins, knowing all to well about what JD was speaking of.

 

Johnny Vegas: HE can mention it... why can't we?

 

Terra Skye: Ummmm... He's in charge.

 

JD Mohr: Now, this is the part where all of you get to hate on me a little bit.

 

With a stern chin Bullrush eyeballs the announcers’ table.

 

JD Mohr: There is one thing I’m guilty of and I have to come clean. I recruited Alexandra to Carnage Wrestling.

 

The crowd starts to boo, not necessarily at Bull but BOOO loudly, none-the-less.

 

Johnny Vegas: See?

 

Ray Payne: I did nots know dat he broughted Miss Alex tah Carnage yo.

 

JD Mohr: I know…. I know… AND all I can really say about that… is I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry.

 

”WE FORGIVE YOU!”
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh please... You all were up her ass months ago...

 

Terra Skye: People change.

 

JD Smiles out at the crowd once again.

 

JD Mohr: Thank you! And I promise I will not make that same mistake twice.

 

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

 

JD Mohr: So to Alexandra and all the other folks out there who don’t quite understand what it takes to make it in this industry, PAY ATTENTION!

 

JD rips his shirt off and points backstage.

 

JD Mohr: PAY CLOSE ATTENTION! Because all those folks backstage and this S.O.B. standing right here is about to show the entire world how it’s done! The rehab stint is over and Carnage Wrestling is about to get busy!

 

The Legion releases a thunderous roar.

 

Terra Skye: I KNEW IT!!!

 

Ray Payne: What whut?

 

JD Mohr: That’s right, I’m back! Chaos 13 is the place and I’M the fucking story!

 

JD climbs a corner of the ring and plays to the crowd, before kissing Kyra and giving her a good slap on the ass!

 

JD Mohr: Hey….I want to say one more thing…..

 

Before JD can speak “Your Betrayl” by Bullet for my Valentine hits the PA system and Samuel Amos walks out onto the entrance stage.

 


Samuel Amos

 

JD doesn't look shocked, but maybe puzzled from Sam’s timing; he looks over at Kyra and Shrugs.

 

Sam Amos: You know JD, I agree with what you said about Orlando and I really liked what you presented to me a couple weeks ago…..BUT…

 

Bullrush gives Amos a look of concern and clinches his jaw.

 

Sam Amos: …I’m not so sure that I completely buy in to what you were pitching, at least not anymore.

 

JD Mohr: Look Sam, if you’re scared….

 

Sam Amos: Me? Scared? Hah! You think I'm out here to try to get out of my match with you at Chaos 13? That's still happening.

 

The crowd roars with approval.

 

Sam Amos: My issue right now is some of the decisions you've been making.

 

Bullrush laughs and shakes his head as he leans on the ropes and addresses Sam.

 

JD Mohr: Relax Sam…and speaking of decisions, I know it’s been hard for you since Elena left.

 

”OHHHHHHH!!!”

 

Terra Skye: Oh no he didn't!!!

 

Kyra walks up beside JD, and leans in, whispering in his ear. JD stands back up and looks at his fiance, who's still speaking with a concerned look on her face. JD points back to the corner of the ring, and says something to her, causing her to raise an eyebrow, and back away.

 

Johnny Vegas: THATS Right! You tell that bitch what's up!

 

Ray Payne: Why would he say sumthin hurtfuls tah mistah Amos like dat yo?

 

Sam's face turns angry at the mention of his ex wife. He begins pacing around on the stage as he points down towards the ring at Bullrush, who is still smiling.

 

Sam Amos: You listen here you son of a--

 

JD motions to the back for Sam's mic to be cut off. Once he realizes that his microphone has been cut off, Sam drops it and begins jawing at Bullrush, who isn't having any of it. Kyra is still standing behind Bull, looking a little out of place as her man starts speaking again.

 

JD Mohr: Look man, just do your job and enjoy the fact that you’re getting to step in the ring with THE Bullrush! …and besides….I’m pretty sure our Carnage Legion is pumped about ALL the moves I’m making lately.

 

The crowd responds with a huge roar as “Bulls on Parade” hits one last time and JD literally sweeps KJ off of her feet and carries her all the way to the back, staring at Sam as he walks past.

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow.

 

Terra Skye: That was a little uncalled for if I do say so myself.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Amos doesn't looks happy yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'd guess not. His wife did leave him...

 

Johnny Vegas: Move on man, get some other pussy... It's not worth it.

 

Terra Skye: Says the man who has to BUY his pussy.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm still getting some... Unlike Sammy boy.

 

Ray Payne: I has da more concerned wif da way Mistah Bullrush wuz actings yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's simple, he was playing nice while he was rehabbing that little boo boo of a shoulder... Now that he's well again...

 

Terra Skye: All bets are off... Wow. The legendary Bullrush versus Samuel Amos at Chaos Thirteen... That's going to be interesting.

 

Ray Payne: We has not even starteds Acts of Defiances yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Speaking of...

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, lets get started...

 

 

 

Opening Match - Charity Jones Vs. Sinatra

Johnny Vegas: This first match features yet another promising signing versus one of the biggest disappointments in Carnage Wrestling.

 

Terra Skye: I have to agree... as much as that pains me. Charity Jones has fallen apart lately.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Charity haz fallens off da trains yo.

 

Terra Skye: Well, her opponent looks like she's got some talent.

 

Ray Payne: She iz very pretties yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll be the judge of that.

 

CW Admin steps back into the ring, ready to get this show underway. He fakes a smile for the camera as he looks around at the near capacity crowd who are cheering for him, much to his surprise.

 

Terra Skye: He looks shocked that the crowd is cheering for him.

 

Ray Payne: Dat just mades me think yo... Hey, Mistah Boy...

 

Boy looks over at Ray, and raises his eyebrows.

 

Johnny Vegas: Looks like he doesn't want to talk tonight, Ray.

 

Boy: Porch.

 

Johnny Vegas: See?

 

CW Admin: This first match is set for ONE FALL, and will be contested under STANDARD CARNAGE RULESSSSS!!!

 

The crowd is getting restless as “Attack” by Conway begins playing softly over the PA System, and the lighting begins flickering as Charity Jones walks out into the arena, talking shit as soon as she hits the arena.

 


Charity Jones

 

The volume of the music gradually increases as she begins walking towards the ring, jacking her jaw to the fans at ringside that are calling her a piece of trash, and some are even throwing trash at her! An empty cup hits her upside her head, causing her to stop in her tracks. She begins climbing over the barricade, to confront the fan that threw it, but security is there almost instantly to keep her from entering the crowd.

 

”BOOOO!!!!”

 

Johnny Vegas: The Legion wanted to see her fight a fan...

 

Terra Skye: Of course they did.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Charity hads bettah gets her heads on strait yo.

 

Terra Skye: I doubt that Ray. She looks half drunk right now.

 

Charity pushes the security guards away as she stumbles and falls onto the steps, causing the legion to start laughing at her. She climbs the ring steps, and gets into the ring without anymore incident. She begins walking around the ring, continuing to shit talk the crowd as she awaits her opponent.

 

CW Admin: First, to the ring... standing in at Five foot seven inches, and weighing One hundred twenty seven pounds... She is CHARITYYYYY JONESSSSSSSSS!!!!

 

The crowd begins booing and Charity laughs as “Get this Party Started” By Pink hits the speakers and Sinatra wastes no time in exploding out into the Arena! She comes out donned in full robe attire, and once she's standing center stage, she puts her arms into the air, and does a 360 twist, much to the pleasure of the crowd!!!!

 


Sinatra

 

Johnny Vegas: Nice.

 

Terra Skye: Don't even say it.

 

Ray Payne: Tolds you she wuz pretty yo.

 

She takes the robe off on stage, and looks out upon the crowd; giving them the 'suck it' taunt before starting towards the ring. She makes it about half way down the ramp, before she busts out into a full run, and slides under the bottom rope and pops up in the ring, holding her arms in the air again!

 

She walks over to the far corner, away from Charity and climbs to the middle turnbuckle and pumps her fists to the crowd; who cheer in response!!!

 

CW Admin: And her opponent... standing in at Five foot ten inches and weighing One hundred and ninety seven pounds... She is SIIINNNNNNNATTTTRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Sinatra's got a slight size advantage on Charity.

 

Johnny Vegas: But Charity has got the bitch advantage.

 

Ray Payne: Also... one iz drunks and da othah iz sobah yo.

 

Referee Isaac Sanchez takes turns asking both Sinatra and Charity Jones if they're ready for the opening bell, respectively. Sanchez starts out by moving toward Sinatra to check her over, just to make sure that she hasn't concealed any weapons within her wrestling attire. Sinatra allows Sanchez to do his job. After finishing with Sinatra, Isaac Sanchez moves across the ring into Charity Jones' corner. Jones acts like she doesn't want anything to do with Sanchez; spouting off some expletives to him and doing everything she can to hinder his progress. Sanchez is finally able to perform the check after threatening to disqualify Jones, something the Legion would definitely not like to see as the result of the opening match of the LiveStream PPV here tonight. Sanchez places his hand over the left knee pad of Jones, finding an anomaly when he squeezes the padding. He opens the fabric of the knee pad to reveal a pair of brass knuckles hidden within the pad! The Legion cheers as Charity Jones appears to have been caught; Sanchez clearly not amused with Jones' attempt to circumvent the rules. Sanchez calls Boy over to the ring apron, leaning over the middle rope to hand Boy the foreign object.

 

Johnny Vegas: Who is that guy again?

 

Terra Skye: New Referee that JD Mohr hired.

 

Ray Payne: I did nots knows dat we needed anothah referees yo.

 

With the referee's back turned, Jones reaches into her right knee pad and pulls out a second set of brass knuckles! The Legion reacts as she slips them over her right hand and charges toward Sinatra! Charity cocks her fist back and flies forward with a leaping super punch, one that Sinatra easily sees and is able to duck at the last moment. Charity's momentum takes her nearly to the ropes; she grabs the top rope just to regain her balance before falling over. Charity turns herself blindly, throwing her body and her momentum towards Sinatra without looking before leaping. Sinatra was ready, and Charity finds herself leaping right into stinging spinning heel kick! The legion cheers as Charity's body contorts backwards. She hits the mat with a thud and the second pair of brass knuckles goes flying off of her hand and bouncing out of the ring and to the concrete floor below.

 

Johnny Vegas: Nice.

 

Isaac Sanchez turns to see that the action has already started without him. He quickly motions once more to Boy, this time to ring the opening bell!

 

DING DING!!

 

The Carnage Legion cheers as Act of Defiance 2016 is officially underway! Sinatra falls down on top of Charity and covers her with a lateral press! Sanchez slides in to hit the mat while simultaneously checking Jones' shoulders!

 

 

One!

 

Charity with a quick Kickout!

 

Sinatra must have thought that the kick caught flush enough to surprise her opponent into a three count, but Charity Jones shows the toughness of a former Carnage World Champion. Sinatra is quick to stay on the offense, though, raining punches down on Charity as she tries to get back to her feet. Charity chooses to instead roll over onto her stomach, exposing her back to Sinatra who throws her boot downward at the small of Jones' back. Jones continues to barrel roll away from Sinatra's offense, rolling multiple times until her body is nestled under the bottom rope. Sinatra follows the entire time, looking for an opportunity to get some more hits in, but has to back away when her opponent touches the ropes and the referee gets between them. This allows the break Charity needed to get back to her feet. With aide from the ropes, she pulls herself back to her feet. Charity checks her bottom lip for blood. She looks over at Sinatra and yells some expletives at her.

 

Terra Skye: Charity is awful mouthy tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: Booze will do that to you.

 

Charity charges across the ring for some ill fated attempt at some running offensive maneuver but is quickly taken down with a sharp arm drag. The Carnage Legion cheers the maneuver as both women are quickly back to their feet. Charity, not done trying, runs at Sinatra again and takes a second arm drag for her troubles. Once more, both wrestlers make their way back to their feet quickly. This time, Charity runs at Sinatra, who goes for a third arm drag take down, but Charity has the maneuver well scouted by now. Charity throws her foot down at the last second, slamming on the brakes. Sinatra whiffs, catching an arm-full of air as she throws herself over for an empty arm drag. Sinatra is only able to stop herself partially, spinning around as if she were performing the arm drag but never falling down to the mat. Leaving her back exposed to the veteran Jones would prove to be a mistake, however, as Charity catches some air. CJ leaps up, placing both of her knees in the small of Sinatra's back. Charity grabs Sinatra's hair and pulls her backward with the force of gravity and all of her downward momentum added. The Legion lets out a groan as Sinatra comes down back first across Charity's knees. Charity suckered Sinatra in to a strong backstabber.

 

Ray Payne: I wundah how Miss Charity gotted outta jail fur dis yo.

 

Terra Skye: How'd you know that she got arrested?

 

Ray Payne: I does knows things too, Miss Terra.

 

Sinatra falls over to the side clutching her back, and Charity is not too far behind sliding her body over top of Sinatras. Referee Sanchez thinks it to be a pinfall at first, but is soon shown through Charity's actions that Charity has no intention of going for an early pinfall. However, Charity starts a mounted punching barrage that Sinatra has a difficult time defending in such a prone position. Sanchez, not pleased with Jones' tactics and closed fists, starts a standing five count – threatening to disqualify Jones if she doesn't break the mount. 1..2..3..4.. Charity continues punching until the last possible moment before rolling off of her opponent. Jones stands and takes a moment to mock the crowd while Ref Sanchez checks on The Dame. The Legion boos Jones loudly.

 

Johnny Vegas: You know.. if she weren't such a piece of gutter trash, I'd--

 

Terra Skye: You still wouldn't have a chance, Johnny.

 

Jones turns her attention back toward Sinatra after some showboating, bending over to grab her by her hair to pull her back to her feet. Sinatra surprises everyone in the arena when she knocks Charity's hand away, then wraps her up into a picture perfect small package! Sanchez drops down and starts pounding the mat!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

Charity's flailing her arms and legs wildly!

 

Thr-NO!! Charity kicks out with Sanchez's hand mere inches away from the mat!

 

Terra Skye: Kickout by Jones!

 

Her kickout breaks the small package, both competitors in a hurry to be the first to get to their feet and gain the advantage. Sinatra's speed on display, she seems to spin right up to her feet and beat Charity there by a full half-step. Charity reaches her feet, only to turn her attention to the bottoms of Sinatra's boots when they thrust forward and catch her squarely in the face! The Legion cheers Sinatra's strong and well-placed dropkick, knocking Charity right back down to the mat. Sinatra once again is so quick back to her feet. Charity also quick to her feet once more, but still a bit wobbly from the dropkick she just ate. Sinatra's able to easily line up CJ with a loud backhand chop that echoes through the Du Burns Arena!

 

“Wooooo!”

 

The Carnage Legion all yell out in unison whenever a loud chop hits. Charity clutches her well-endowed chest in pain and backpedals away from Sinatra, finding herself backed into a corner quickly with Sinatra following. This tactic doesn't save Charity from taking another chop, though. Sinatra throws Charity's left arm over the rope, exposing her chest before slamming another strong backhand down upon it! The loud crack echoes through the building and the Carnage Legion once again reacts the way they do, this time louder.

 

“Wooooo!!”

 

Sinatra smiles, feeling the energy of the people inside this edifice. She pulls her arm back a third time, but is immediately stopped when Charity gouges her in the eye with her right thumb. The Legion boos, Sinatra goes stumbling backward holding her left eye and the entire time Ref Sanchez wants to know exactly what happened. Charity steps forward out of the corner, pushing herself by Sanchez to prepare for her next move. Sinatra unknowingly steps right towards her opponent, who is crouched and waiting. Charity grabs Sinatra by the waist, hoists her up, and then slams her down with a huge spinebuster! The Legion boos even louder, especially when Jones floats over into a lateral press, hooking the leg. Sanchez makes the count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Sinatra is able to kick out before the count of three!

 

Johnny Vegas: Pity, really.

 

Terra Skye: She's a cheating bitch! She doesn't deserve to end her losing streak!

 

Sanchez can now see that Sinatra is clearly favoring her eye and asks Charity about it. Charity is too upset about the kickout, and too focused on her opponent to pay any attention to what the new referee wants. Charity grabs Sinatra by the hair and guides her upward as both wrestlers come to a standing position. Sanchez again inquires about Sinatra's eye but Charity steps to Sinatra's side, waives goodbye to Sanchez before slamming herself, and Sinatra, down with a hard side Russian Leg Sweep. Sinatra's back bounces off of the mat hard and she's once again clutching at her lower back. Charity wastes no time at all getting back to her feet among the boos of the crowd. Sanchez drops down to one knee to check on Sinatra, who's eye is looking like it's starting to swell a little bit. Charity stands in the near corner with her back turned toward them and barks out orders for Sanchez to move for his own safety, which he does so. With Sinatra still laying on the mat, Charity leaps up and splits out her legs, catching the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle and using the strong bounce it gives to flip herself over and catch Sinatra flush with a Split Legged Moonsault. The Legion boos loudly as Charity grins, and falls forward for the cover.

 

Terra Skye: Charity Jones with the 'Keep Dreaming'

 

Ray Payne: Miss Jones wif da pin yo!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thr-No! Sinatra twists her body at the last moment, getting her shoulder to rise up off of the mat beneath of Jones!

 

Johnny Vegas: Fuck!

 

Jones has had enough of Sinatra kicking out. She sits up on her knees, and with one hand grabbing Sinatra's hair, she starts again with a closed fists barrage that has Isaac Sanchez starting another five count. 1..2..3..4.. Sanchez has to literally pull Charity off of Sinatra before having to disqualify her and the Legion boos rather loudly at this development. Charity is quick to pull herself right away from Sanchez' grasp and slide down to her knees once more. Once again, Charity starts the barrage – and Sanchez has to count.. 1..2..3..4.. Sinatra throws her foot up with a strong kick that catches Charity squarely in the side of the head! The loud crack of boot to skull takes the Legion by surprise, but they all start cheering when they see Charity Jones slink over and hit the mat face first.

 

Terra Skye: Serves her right.

 

Johnny Vegas: * Mumbling * Serves you right, bitch.

 

Terra Skye: Excuse me?

 

Sinatra rolls over onto her chest and pushes herself up to her knees, and then to one knee, and then back to her feet. Charity, on the other hand, has just begun to stir at all, and by that she has only moved one arm and in doing so just barely. Sinatra sees that Charity is down and nearly trips over herself getting to the nearby corner. With her back turned to Charity, she looks over her shoulder and sees that her opponent is still down. The Legion cheers as Sinatra places her right foot on the bottom rope, making sure it is well planted before using her strength to hoist herself up onto the ropes. She gets her left foot on the middle rope as Charity continues to get her wits about her. Sinatra places her right foot on the top rope just as Charity gets back up to her knees. Sinatra's left foot meets the top rope at the same moment that Charity is up to one knee. Charity shoots up to two feet to try to knock Sinatra off of the ropes, but she's too late. Sinatra dives off, backwards, and connects with a huge moonsault that catches Charity as she stands and takes both of them hard back down to the mat! The SinSault as it is known. Charity falls with her back down and both shoulders still pressed to the mat as Sinatra holds on for the pin.. Sanchez slides down into position!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thre- NO! Charity gets her shoulder up just in the knick of time! Sanchez almost hit the mat with his hand!

 

Terra Skye: It would have been a perfect 'Sinsault' had Charity not have gotten up.

 

Ray Payne: It still wuz lovely yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Please.

 

Sinatra rolls off of Chairty and looks up at Sanchez who is telling her that she only achieved a count of two. Sinatra sits up and looks out to the Carnage Legion who is cheering her to continue on. Charity Jones starts shaking off the cobwebs and rolls to the opposite side of Sinatra, but only able to get to her side so that she can get herself to a better defensive position. Sinatra uses the nearby ropes to help herself to her feet. The crowd cheers her on in anticipation in what she will do next. Sinatra calls out to the audience for the end of the match, breathing a bit heavy now as she looks down to see Charity laying on her side. Sinatra clutches her lower back a bit as she shuffles over to Jones, bending down to grab CJ by the sides of her head to guide her back to her feet. She only manages to get Charity onto her back, though, as Charity throws her thumb upward into that hurt eye once again. Sinatra does a hard backpedal this time, though, as the Legion boos wildly at this tactic. Charity spins herself back up to one knee, and then quick to a vertical base. She was either playing opossum or gained some sudden burst of adrenaline. Either way, she's the one stalking Sinatra now.

 

Terra Skye: BULLSHIT! HOW ARE YOU NOT SEEING THIS REF?!?!

 

Johnny Vegas: Jeeze... shut the fuck up already.

 

Sinatra turns towards Charity Jones with her left hand covering her left eye. Charity dips down, and hoists Sinatra up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position, obviously going for her finishing maneuver the Fantasy Slam! Sinatra does all that she can, hoisting her right arm up high in the air before slamming repeated elbow strikes down along the left side of Charity's head. Charity holds on, however, even after taking three strong shots. She throws Sinatra over her head for the Fantasy Slam! No! Sinatra flips completely over, somehow using a shift in her momentum to carry herself over to her feet!

 

Terra Skye: YES!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Sinny iz still on her feets yo!

 

Sinatra with her back turned to Charity, CJ sees this as another perfect opportunity to go for a backstabber! But now it's Jones that had gone to the well once too often, Sinatra lunges out and grabs the top rope! Her grip on the top rope is strong enough that Jones falls backward. It's Charity now with the impressive agility, though, as instead of slamming the mat she somehow hits and rolls herself backward with enough momentum that she rolls through onto her feet as well. Sinatra turns away from the ropes just in time to see Charity charging at her full force!! Charity leaps with a Super Punch that does not connect; Sinatra ducks the punch and catches Charity all in the same motion. Without consideration, Sinatra throws Charity over her head with a belly-to-belly suplex, but with Sinatra's back to the ropes she throws Jones clear over them! Jones eyes grow wide as saucers the moment in mid-air when she looks down and sees nothing beneath her. Jones falls ten feet back first to the concrete floor below with a sickening thud!!

 

“C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!”

 

“Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!”

 

Sinatra turns to see Charity lying on the floor next to a splatter of her own sweat where her body made impact with the unforgiving concrete. She immediately drops to one knee as this gives her a moment to take a much needed breather. Sinatra checks her left eye which is so considerably swollen now that it's starting to block her vision. Sanchez isn't sure which competitor to check on first, he leans his upper body over the middle rope where he can get a good view of Charity who is on the floor below in a considerable amount of pain. He turns his attention back to Sinatra, checking her to see if her eye will allow her to continue as well. Sinatra tells the referee that she doesn't need any help and pulls her way back to her feet. She looks over the top rope down at Charity, who is at the very least, moving now as she's been able to get back up to all fours and has started crawling around. Sinatra looks out to the crowd who are still pumped from her huge belly-to-belly suplex. She points down at Charity Jones on the floor and this gets them even more riled up.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh shit... what's she thinking here....

 

Charity Jones struggles to get back to her feet. She started crawling towards something, the likes of which no one really got a good look of. Charity is being very secretive, now, hunched over at it appears as though she's sliding something onto her right fist. Charity then pulls her upper body upward, groaning out in pain as her back straightens out. She keeps her right fist tucked down by her midsection as she slowly uses whatever energy she has left to fight her way back up to one knee. She looks up at Sinatra momentarily before turning away.

 

Terra Skye: Somethings going on...

 

Ray Payne: I smells da rat yo.

 

In the ring, Sinatra starts hopping around in place. She waits as Charity gets herself back up to one knee, and then begins to hoist herself up to a vertical base. As soon as the timing is right, Sinatra turns and runs towards the ropes across the ring from where Charity is standing. Sinatra hits the ring ropes full force, her back catching them so that she can springboard off of them and carry more momentum for her upcoming leap. Now a full steam, Sinatra charges at the ropes that are right above Charity's head. On the floor below, Charity is back up to both feet with her back still turned to the ring. Sinatra comes flying through, leaping with all of her agility and strength, her body flying in the gap between the gap between the middle and the top rope, she flies through with a strong suicide dive!

 

Charity spins at the last possible moment, and catches Sinatra squarely in the face with the brass knuckles in mid dive!!! Sinatra goes crashing down to the concrete floor below in a heap! The Legion boos wildly!!! Inside the ring, Referee Sanchez gets a clear view of the brass knuckles attached to Charity Jones' hand and he immediately calls for the bell!!

 

Terra Skye: THAT BITCH!!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

The Legion is in absolute shock as they jeer the former World Champion. Charity stands over Sinatra with brass knuckles still attached to her hand. She slides the knuckles off and throws them down onto the chest of her opponent.

 

Johnny Vegas: My kind of woman... Gotta love that gutter trash bitch.

 

CW Admin: ..the winner of the match, by disqualification, SINATRA!!!

 

The Legion cheers, albeit quietly, as it seems like Sinatra winning is a moot point. Charity gets one last kick in on Sinatra's ribs before Sanchez is there in time to get between them. Sanchez shoves Charity away from Sinatra so he can immediately go to work checking on her. Meanwhile, EMTs come rushing down the entrance ramp with medical bags and stretcher in tow.

 

Terra Skye: What a conniving, sneaky, under--

 

Johnny Vegas: Please. This is Carnage. Deal with it. Carnage Wrestling has no place for 'standard' matches...

 

Charity Jones grins as she looks out upon the crowd. She backs away slowly, clutching her back in obvious pain and sweating profusely. The Legion is disgusted with her underhanded tactics once again. Charity blows them a kiss, and the crowd pops. At first, CJ doesn't know why they decided to cheer all of a sudden. It becomes very clear when, from the circle of EMTs, a body comes flying out and starts running up the ramp! It's Sinatra!! Charity is so stunned that she doesn't even block the hard forearm smash that catches her squarely in the jaw and knocks her flat on her ass! The Legion is cheering wildly, though Sinatra remains enraged. She drops down and throws fist upon fist upon fist to Charity's head while Jones kicks and screams wildly for someone to pull Sinatra off of her!

 

Terra Skye: YOU GO GIRL!!!

 

Ray Payne: Gives her whut she deserves yo!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Now who's condoning Carnage? Hmm?

 

The Legion is then disappointed once again when Ref Jeff, Referee White Rey, and other backstage personnel come running out from behind the curtain to separate the two women. Sinatra throws as many kicks and punches towards Charity's direction as she can get in. Charity, on the other hand, slides herself backward and away from Sinatra until she's safe enough to stand. CJ is quick to her feet, turns her back to everything going on and hightails it through the curtain and into the backstage area. All that's left out in the area is a mass of humanity trying to hold Sinatra back, something that's proving itself to be a lot harder in practice than in theory. Sinatra is showered with another cheer from a very thankful Carnage Legion as she fights to get at Charity Jones in vein.

 

Terra Skye: Regardless, Sinatra has shown the Legion that she's got it... and Charity Jones has proven that she's lost it.

 

 

 

Backstage - #MANCRUSH #ActofDefianceEdition
The cameras cut to the back where one half of the S & V tag team, Vivian Lee is standing by in her personally decorated area of the backstage complete with a new huge banner covered in tinsel, pink and red glitter, large Valentine’s style graphics, and there are red and silver mylar balloons floating around. The bubble machine is already blowing pink colored soap bubbles everywhere as she bounces in front of the camera, dressed in a very tight, very short pink and red dress with heart cutouts along the sides and four inch high heels!

 


Vivian Lee

 

Vivian Lee: Greetings Carnage Legion!

 

There is a huge roar of cheers and whistles as Vivian jiggles.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh god... not this again.

 

Terra Skye: BEST Part of the night!!!!!

 

Vivian Lee: Welcome to the second edition of Vivian’s Man Crush, and lucky you guys, it’s an Act of Defiance Special Edition. Now I had hoped to get one of my actual picks to come back and answer a few questions this week, but with the weather being as it is and travel being hit or miss we’ll try that at the next Chaos!

 

She turns toward the banner, moves to the side to reveal this time; a set of large picture frames on easels, with sheets over them. Next to those is ‘her’ live monitor that sweeps over the fans to the announcer table and stops at Johnny Vegas, yet again.

 

Vivian Lee: Hi Johnny! You’re looking pretty almost dapper tonight? Is that a new tie?

 

Vivian blows a kiss at the camera and waves, while Johnny looks a little wary but sort of waves toward the camera near where he is.

 

Johnny Vegas: It is a new tie...

 

Johnny shakes his head and looks away as the fans focus on Vivian and she laughs.

 

Vivian Lee: Aw, you’re not upset with little old me are you?

 

She bats her eyelashes at the camera and turns around, bends over to pick up a vase with flowers in it.

 

Vivian Lee: I even got you some posies!

 

She turns to set them aside while he grins a little, then Vivian turns to the easel and she pauses dramatically then sweeps aside the sheets to reveal…

 

The first huge full color portrait is of a shirtless Tallison Graves! The next one is Carnage’s own top Champion Brad Jackson! The next is a collage of the men who are competing with Vivian in the Baltimore City Brawl later tonight - Gordon Fury, Devon Cole, Samuel Amos, and Matt Stone!

 

Vivian Lee: Aren’t they wonderful examples of prime manflesh!

 

Terra Skye: HAH!!!!

 

The camera cuts to Johnny’s once again crestfallen face and then the laughing one of Terra Skye before it goes back to Vivian. She’s holding up a card that reads: FOLLOW THEM ON TWITTER! @tallisongraves @bjaxsun @furiousgordo @devonmayhem @saminfamous @canamstone

 

Vivian Lee: Blatantly stolen from Twitter and Boardwalk’s Claire Foxe! Now these men… UNF! Tallison is pretty cool, maybe we’ll get him in for a round of Vivian’s Truth or Dare next time? And what can’t I say about Jackson? Well… I had to be careful about it actually, I’m a little worried about his woman.

 

Terra Skye: Can't really blame her.

 

Johnny Vegas: Please... you oogle her man ALL THE TIME.

 

Vivian actually looks nervous for a moment then grins at the camera.

 

Vivian Lee: Now the rest of these prime rib sexy hot hunks of manflesh are new to our little home here, though some of you Legionnaires may recognize them! We’ve got an Aussie, a couple of American Made beefcakes, and an All-Star Canadian Ham on the hoof! Yummmmy!

 

Vivian winks and struts in front of the portraits before she turns back with an exaggerated sigh.

 

Vivian Lee: Now that you all have some prime man flesh to drool over, I’ll let this show get back on the road… Just remember, you never know just who will be my Mancrush… why it could even be Johnny Vegas if he wore a better pair of shoes…

 

She winks and the camera fades out and then cuts to ringside.

 

Johnny Vegas: SHIT!

 

Ray Payne: Off tah Payless aftah da show, huh?

 

Terra Skye: HAHAHAHA!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Shut the fuck up!!!

 

 

Ultraviolent Title Match - Dazi Miyashita Vs. Marisol Hawkes

Terra Skye: You poor thing, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Just let it go. Seriously.

 

Ray Payne: Whut kinda shoes does you think dat Miss Vivian woulds like yo?

 

Terra Skye: Doesn't matter, he's still too ugly.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh leave me the fuck alone. God I hate you.

 

Terra Skye: Feelings mutual there sweetie.

 

Ray Payne: I does not hates you Johnny... you is just means to me.

 

Johnny Vegas: What about you, Boy?

 

Boy turns toward the rest of the announce team and gives them a dirty look.

 

Boy: Wall.

 

Ray Payne: Whut's wrongs Boy?

 

Terra Skye: Something is definitely going on with him.

 

CW Admin steps back into the ring, ready to get the next match underway.

 

CW Admin: This next match is set for ONE FALL.. and will be contested under CLASSIC CARNAGE RULES for The ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

UltraViolent Championship Match

 

 

The crowd begins cheering as "Liar Liar" by Kamelot hits the speakers and Marisol Hawkes walks out on the ramp in her black and purple leather attire, with 'Betty' over her right shoulder. She's got a big smile on her face as she looks out upon the Legion of fans. She stands atop the ramp for a few moments holding 'Betty' up into the air, causing the crowd to cheer louder!

 


Marisol Hawkes

 

Johnny Vegas: Now this is gonna be fun.

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, because you just want to see blood and hatred. But newsflash, these two women DON'T hate each other.

 

Johnny Vegas: …..Yet. Trust me, when Gold is involved... you quickly find out who is truly your friend.

 

Marisol starts down the ramp, wasting no time making it to ringside, and ascends the ring steps with little effort. She turns around on the apron and smiles out at the crowd before climbing through the ropes and into the ring. As she walks around the ring; she stops and stretches her muscles out before pacing around, placing 'Betty' underneath the bottom rope on the far side of the ring as she anxiously awaiting her friend, and opponent.

 

CW Admin: First to the ring; standing in at five foot five inches, and weighing in at One hundred and twenty six pounds... She is MARRRRISOOLLLLLLLLL HAAAAWKKKEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: She's looking good, looking ready.

 

Ray Payne: Dat bat looks yucky.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well it certainly isn't supposed to look cuddly, dumbass.

 

Ray Payne: And dis is why I makes funs of you yo.

 

Marisol continues playing to the crowd as "Its All About Me" by Amaranthe hits the PA and out walks Dazi Miyashita. First she looks out upon the Carnage Legion as they cheer, but then, in a serious moment, she looks down into the ring at her opponent, who is staring right back at her. Dazi's lips form into a smirk as the two women stare each other down.

 


Dazi Miyashita

 

Terra Skye: A serious moment between the two women fighting for the opportunity to be the next Carnage Wrestling Ultraviolent Champion.

 

Ray Payne: I think dat either of dem could do it yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Marisol. Easily.

 

Dazi pauses at the top of the ramp, before slowly walking down the ramp. She continues smiling as she and Marisol look at each other. Dazi begins walking slowly down the ramp, as the fans around her try to garner her attention. She nods to a few fans, and slaps a few hands as she gets to ringside. She finally breaks eye contact with Marisol long enough to turn away from the ring and pose for the crowd before hopping up on the apron in a split! The crowd cheers as she stays in that position for a few seconds before rolling under the bottom rope and standing up inside the ring.

 

Johnny Vegas: Mmmmmhm.

 

Terra Skye: Thought you didn't like her?

 

Johnny Vegas: I like anyone that's THAT flexible.

 

Ray Payne: Yo. Stops dat.

 

She walks to the middle of the ring, and strikes a pose, as Marisol steps back, allowing her opponent plenty of room. CW Admin steps in, after Dazi is done, and this time he has the Ultraviolent title on his shoulder. He hands it to Ref Jeff as he puts his microphone to his mouth.

 

CW Admin: And, her opponent, Standing in at five foot five inches, and weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds... She is DAZZZZZZZZIIIIIIII MIIIYYYAASSHHHHHHHIIITTTAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ref Jeff stands in the center of the ring and calls both competitors to the center. He shows both Dazi Miyashita and Marisol Hawkes the prestigious CW UltraViolent Championship Belt, which has sat dormant since Jackson vacated it weeks ago. Both competitors are given a good look at the prize of which they will fight for in just a few short moments from now. After both challengers are given the time to view the belt, Jeff holds the belt up high in the air for the entire Carnage Legion to see. AGOS gets a good close-up shot of the belt from the hard-camera side. An empty nameplate and a Classic Carnage Rules match means that a new champion will be crowned here tonight. The Legion reacts to the championship belt and the match that they've been anticipating since the moment it was announced on Monday Night Chaos and CarnageWrestling.com. Jeff passes the belt through to Boy who carefully carries it over to the timekeepers area for safe keeping. Jeff then signals Boy to ring the opening bell to get the championship match underway!

 

DING DING!!

 

Terra Skye: That belt is beautiful.

 

Ray Payne: I loves dis belt yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I like that it was named after Tweeder.

 

Boy suddenly stands up, and screams out; startling his fellow commentators, and the fans around him.

 

Boy: KILL TWEEVER!

 

Ray Payne: It's okay Boy...Johnny is sorrys yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: The hell I am!

 

Marisol and Dazi take another look at each other before both wrestlers turn and look at 'Betty' who is resting underneath the bottom rope. Dazi is the first to quickly move towards the barbed wire covered bat, but Marisol lunges forward and catches Dazi by her hair. Marisol pulls Dazi backward by her hair away from Betty so that she can lunge forward for the bat herself, but now Dazi grabs Marisol by her hair. Dazi pulls Marisol out to the center of the ring and throws her hard, backwards, down to the mat by her hair which causes Hawkes to scream out in pain when she slams against the mat. Miyashita dives down to begin some offense on Hawkes but Marisol is quick to roll out of the way before anything can happen.

 

Terra Skye: Damn, both women going for the bat early.

 

Johnny Vegas: Told you that gold changes people.

 

Terra Skye: We'll see...

 

Marisol turns herself so that she's up to one knee, but Dazi is right there. Dazi grabs two handfuls of Marisol's hair, but Marisol counters with a sharp punch to Dazi's stomach. Punching her two more times releases Dazi's grasp on the hair. Marisol quickly grabs Dazi by the front of her wrestling tights and pulls backward, sending Dazi falling forward, between the middle and the top rope and crashing out to the concrete floor below. The Legion reacts to the thud that Dazi's body makes when it hits the floor. Marisol is quick to slide herself underneath the bottom rope and place her two feet down on the floor.

 

Ray Payne: I has tah think dat maybe Johnny iz right yo.

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, but they worked together to take out Ethan McBride... That's gotta mean something.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not in this crazy world it doesn't.

 

Ray Payne: Definitely nots when dey is in da ring yo.

 

Marisol walks towards Dazi, not expecting Dazi to sweep her legs out from under her with a kick that has Hawkes hitting the concrete floor now as well. Hawkes sits up instantly, meeting Dazi face-to-face. Miyashita wastes no time grabbing Marisol by her hair as they both rest in this seated position, Dazi throws her head backward and then slams it forward with a vicious headbutt. Marisol takes the full force of the headbutt and rolls backward a few feet, gaining separation from Dazi. Dazi pushes herself forward onto all fours to crawl her way towards Marisol. Dazi reaches out for Marisol, but Hawkes swipes Dazi's hand away. Marisol reaches the ringsteps, which she uses to help pull herself into a seated position. Meanwhile Dazi Miyashita gets herself back to a vertical base on her own. Dazi sees Marisol sitting against the steps, and runs forward, trying to kick Marisol's head in against the steps!! Marisol moves out of the way with no time to spare, but the force of Dazi's kick makes a loud thud and sends the top section of the metal ring steps flying forward into the nearby barricade!

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Dazi did says dat dis was all just business yo.

 

Terra Skye: You're right Ray...

 

Johnny Vegas: Sure... It's just business until one of them gets seriously injured, and then that entire 'We'll be friends afterwards' thing goes right out the window.

 

Dazi is momentarily stunned when a shooting pain from her toes travels up through her body to her brain. Marisol is able to trip Dazi up just enough to give herself time to grab the ring apron and pull herself back up to her feet. Dazi turns and Marisol is waiting for her. Hawkes is quick to apply a headlock to try to take some form of control in this match. She pulls Dazi over towards the announce table, Dazi fighting her the entire time. Marisol breaks the headlock after Dazi strikes with a few strong kidney shots. Dazi grabs Marisol by her hair and tries to slam her face first into the announce table! But Marisol blocks it!

 

Johnny Vegas: NO! Not my announce table!

 

Terra Skye: Oh good jesus... It's not yours!

 

Ray Payne: Dats true too, Johnny.

 

Boy: Must... Kill...... Tweever!

 

Johnny Vegas: Agreed.

 

Marisol weaves her fingers together, and throws a double-armed clubbing blow into Dazi's gut to drive some of the wind out of her lungs and to break Dazi's grip on her hair. It works, and then Marisol grabs Dazi by the back of her head and slams her face down into the Announce table instead! Dazi's head bounces off, and the Carnage Legion reacts from the sound.

 

”C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!!!!

 

Dazi spins around quickly and applies a front waistlock to Mairsol and screams out as she starts running her opponent backwards towards the ring. Hawkes tries to block it, but in a split second she feels a sharp pain when the small of her back is driven into the unprotected edge of the ring apron! The Legion cheers as Dazi pulls Marisol back out to the center of the concrete floor just to hoist her up and slam her down quickly with a textbook body slam!

 

Terra Skye: Very nice Bodyslam from Dazi!

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know why everyone has to fuck with the announce table.

 

Ray Payne: My thinkins iz cuz it pisses yah off, Johnny yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's why I do half the shit I do. Just saying.

 

Marisol Hawkes sits up once more clutching her back in pain, and this gives Dazi the opportunity to climb up onto the ring apron. Standing above Hawkes, she waits for Marisol to work her own way back to her feet with a specific offensive maneuver in mind. Marisol uses the ring apron to pull herself to a vertical base, looking up to see Dazi crouched down above her, reaching out just in time to grab a handful of hair. Dazi pulls Marisol into position, hooking her head, then leaping off with an Alternate Design DDT onto the concrete floor!!

 

NO!!

 

Marisol is able to block Dazi's downward momentum, instead, placing Dazi down onto the balls of her feet. Marisol ducks her head down a bit lower, and quickly hoists Dazi up onto her shoulders! Marisol takes a few quick steps towards Boy's timekeeper table, Boy is just barely able to grab the UltraViolent Championship belt in time to get out of the way! Marisol flips Dazi over her shoulders and hits a Divine Grace through the timekeepers table!!

 

“Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!”

 

“C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!”

 

Johnny Vegas: Atleast it was his table, not ours.

 

Terra Skye: You're a real dick.

 

Ref Jeff has to carefully step over the wreckage to check on Dazi's condition. Marisol drops down on top of Dazi for the lateral press! Jeff has to stop checking on Dazi's health, and start counting the pin!

 

 

One!

 

The Entire Carnage Legion chanting along, assured they now know their new champion.

 

Two!!

 

Dazi Miyashita lies motionless beneath Marisol Hawkes.

 

Th-Dazi kicks out!!

 

Terra Skye: SHE KICKS OUT!!!!

 

Marisol raises her arms up high in the air in victory, but Ref Jeff holds up two fingers signaling a near fall only. Marisol can't believe that Ref Jeff did not give her the three, and she would argue except Jeff has gone right back to checking on Dazi's well being. Marisol stands up, and grabs Dazi by her hair and pulls her back to her feet, even though Ref Jeff protests saying that he isn't done checking on Dazi yet.

 

Johnny Vegas: Watch out Jeff... Alls fair in Love and Championships.

 

Ray Payne: Nice one yo.

 

Boy: Snowball through table.

 

Terra Skye: He calling Dazi pale?

 

Marisol is nearly dragging Dazi Miyashita back to her feet. Upon standing, she grabs Dazi's wrist and pulls hard, so hard that she falls down – pulling Dazi with an irish whip so hard that Dazi can't stop herself. Dazi looks up at the last second to see the Ring Post right in her face! All of her momentum comes to a dead stop when her forehead connects with the post, and a loud ringing sound sends a buzz through the arena that has all voices go dead silent. Miyashita lands on the concrete floor on the other side of the corner in a heap, not even putting her arms down to break her fall at all. Hawkes grins as she pushes herself back up to her feet knowing that she is in complete control. Ref Jeff runs right by Hawkes to go check on Dazi, who really hasn't moved since hitting the post with such force that the metal post continues to reverberate.

 

Terra Skye: Dazi might not be able to continue.

 

Johnny Vegas: Classic Carnage baby.

 

Ray Payne: I dun't knows yo. Doesn't seems worth it yo.

 

With Dazi down, Marisol looks over to the far side of the ring where Betty is sitting and waiting. She steps right over Dazi and Jeff to walk towards the barbed wire bat. The Carnage Legion grows restless. Dazi begins to stir ever so slowly even though her forehead has been busted wide open. Marisol ever so gracefully reaches for Betty and obtains it.

 

Ray Payne: And... here comes da bat yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Her name is Betty.

 

Marisol comes walking back, Betty clutched in her hand. Dazi's rolled herself over onto her stomach, trying desperately to get back to her feet. Hawkes comes to a stop right in front of her. Dazi reaches upward, grabbing Marisol's wrestling tights in an effort to pull herself back up to her feet. Marisol swats her hand away, leaving Dazi to fall into a resting position sitting back on her knees. With Dazi kneeling before her, Marisol pulls Betty up into a ready position. The entirety of the crowd here at the Du Burns Arena is standing on their feet watching as Marisol cocks Betty back. Marisol swings Betty downward, but Dazi lunges forward! Dazi grabs Marisol by her waste and springs back up to her feet! She hoists Marisol up in the air, steps backward twice, and then drops down, dropping Marisol chin first on the metal barricade! Marisol's head and arms whip backward upon impact!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow. Didn't expect that outburst from Dazi at ALL.

 

Ray Payne: She's comings backs yo!

 

Marisol stumbles backwards until she reaches the ring apron, deciding quickly to allow her momentum to carry her body up into the ring via sliding underneath the bottom rope. But Dazi's in quick pursuit! Dazi grabs Betty from the floor and follows Marisol into the ring. Marisol's up first and before Dazi can stand up with Betty, Marisol stomps her foot down on top of the bat, pinning it to the mat. Dazi lets Betty go enough to lunge forward from her crouched position and take down Marisol with a double-leg takedown. The Legion cheers as both women catfight for the right to be the next one to have control over the barbed wire bat. As they continue fighting, there's some commotion at the top of the ramp! It's Doctor Winn!

 


Doctor Winn

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh dear god, what does this fucking pea brain want?

 

Terra Skye: You can never really tell when it comes to Winn.

 

Winn comes charging down the ramp towards the ringside area.

 

Ray Payne: EY YO! Don't does this Winn!

 

Inside the ring, Marisol is the first to break away from the scuffle to reach for Betty, but a well timed boot by Miyashita simply kicks the bat out of reach. Marisol pushes herself back up to her feet, and instead of going for Betty, Marisol waits for Dazi to make it back to her feet. Dazi stands, but almost immediately is met with a textbook Hurricanrana that has Dazi front flipping down to the mat, except, she's landed right next to Betty. Dazi looks over, and reaches for the bat, grabbing it.

 

Terra Skye: Dazi has control of the Bat now... but I'm still worried about what Winn is out here to do, doesn't look like either woman notices his presence at this point.

 

Both competitors make their way back to their feet, Marisol aware that Dazi now has Betty in her possession. Dazi uses the ropes with one hand to pull her way back to her feet; meanwhile carrying the bat with her right hand all at the same time. Ref Jeff notices out of the corner of his eye, Doctor Winn hops up on the ring apron right next to Dazi and reaches over the top rope to grab Betty away!

 

Ray Payne: YO! Doctah Winn iz tryin da get da bat away from Dazi!

 

Johnny Vegas: I am so confused right now. I know he hates Dazi...but didn't he try to beat the shit out of both of them at Chaos 12?

 

Terra Skye: Yes... Ugh. This is Carnage Wrestling.

 

Dazi and Winn fight over control of the barbed wire bat! The Legion reacts loudly as they don't know what to make of Doctor Winn's interference. Marisol sees the opportunity and comes charging forward. Hawkes slams her entire body into the back of Miyashita – sending Miyashita flying forward into Doctor Winn with the barbed wire bat between them! Both Dazi and Winn feel the effects of the barbed wire shredding their skin at the same time that both of their skulls bounce off of each other! Winn goes flying off of the ring apron and hits the concrete floor back first. Meanwhile, Dazi stumbles backwards with cuts all along her arms! Marisol is waiting for her, and drops down behind her to roll her up with an inside cradle, hooking the tights!

 

Terra Skye: Pin by Marisol!!!!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

THR-NO!! Dazi is able to kickout somehow!

 

Johnny Vegas: Dazi should be fucking dead by now!!!

 

Ray Payne: Dat would nots be guud yo.

 

The Carnage Legion was sure that Marisol had the win just now, and so did Hawkes herself. She is quick back to her feet, enraged by another near fall. She is quick to go over and find Betty who is sitting on the ring apron with bits of Doctor Winn's and Dazi Miyashita's flesh still attached to the barbs. She snatches it up into her grasp. Dazi uses her blood-covered arms to push herself back to her feet, showing exactly the Ultraviolence that Baltimore has come to know and love. On her knees, she looks up at Marisol, who is standing above her with the barbed wire bat in her hands. Marisol stands above her and screams down at Dazi.

 

Marisol Hawkes: What have you lost?! What have you gained?! This is my legacy!!

 

Marisol cocks Betty back once more. Just then, there's a momentary distraction as Winn slides himself underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Ref Jeff tries to tell Winn to leave, but Winn won't have any of it. Winn stands up and goes right through Jeff, making his way towards Dazi. Winn cocks his foot back as if he's ready to kick Dazi, but right before he can, Marisol grabs his shoulder from behind. She spins him around to face him.

 

Marisol Hawkes: Get out of my ring!!!

 

Hawkes cocks Betty back and slams the bat into Doctor Winn's gut! Winn screams out in pain and falls backward onto the mat with the barbed wire dug deeply into his flesh! The Carnage Legion can't help but to react as Winn appears to be in sheer agony. Marisol stands over Winn as Ref Jeff comes sliding in to try to begin removing the barbs from him. Jeff pulls on the barbed wire carefully, but in many places it's simply stuck. Marisol soaks in her handy work.

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!!! She just mangled the Founder of Carnage Wrestling!

 

Ray Payne: Whoa... yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: He totally deserved it, even though I don't like Dazi...

 

Terra Skye: Who ever wins this match, they both have proven that they have exactly what it takes to be a part of this promotion.

 

Ray Payne: Tweedah woulds be prouds yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Agreed.

 

With Marisol watching Winn scream in pain, she doesn't even notice Dazi get back to her feet. Out of no where, Dazi comes in and grabs the handle of the bat, and rips upward effectively pulling Betty away from Winn's flesh bandaid style. Winn screams out, but Marisol is taken completely by surprise. Marisol charges at Dazi, who spins herself around with Betty in her hand and slams the barbed bat directly into Marisol's stomach now!

 

”HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

 

Marisol screams loudly and hunches over as the barbed wire bat sticks to her midsection and arms. Dazi spins her body once more, raising her leg up high in the air to hit the Alternate Reality!! The spinning heel kick catches Marisol flush and drops her down to the mat below!! The Carnage Legion Cheers as Dazi has to make a quick, yet careful cover- Ref Jeff turns his attention from Winn back to the pinfall...

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: AMAZING!

 

Ray Payne: One of da most interesting matchs I'd seens yo!

 

Dazi immediately falls backward away from the barbed wire, not wanting to be cut any more, but there's a huge smile on her face. Conversely, Marisol rolls away from Dazi and is quick to seek help from anyone willing to pull the barbed wire away. Ref Jeff forgoes his duties to raise Dazi's hand to help Marisol in her time of need, but it isn't too much longer that the training staff and EMTs are quickly down to check on both competitors. Boy hands the UltraViolent Championship belt over to CW Admin who hands it to Dazi Miyashita.

 

CW Admin: The winner of the match, and NNNEEEWWWW C-DUB ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION.. DAZI MIYASHITA!!!

 

Even with the bloodloss and all of the pain she's been put through, Dazi is all smiles as she clutches the UltraViolent Championship belt for the first time. Ref Jeff and the EMTs continue to work carefully on Marisol Hawkes and Doctor Winn, respectively. Dazi has had too much taken out of her to climb the ropes for a celebration, but when “It's all about Me” plays over the Du Burns Arena speakers, Dazi can't help but to hold the UV Championship high in the air. The Legion showers her with cheers for her first ever title victory.

 

Terra Skye: Well earned.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll give it to her, she went through hell to win this.

 

Ray Payne: Dey both deserved tah be in dis match yo.

 

Terra Skye: They both showed true spirit, and TRUE ULTRAVIOLENCE!

 

Johnny Vegas: The real question is... What's gonna happen at Chaos 13?

 

 

 

Intermission
Before the crowd can even get up and head to the restrooms or to the concessions, the Carnage-Tron 20 lights up and draws the crowds attention. Many sit back down as a strong voice fills the silence, rusty on the heels of an exhausted sigh.

 


Jackson

 

Jackson: Baltimore fuckin' sucks in January.

 

The camera pans out to reveal the nameplate on that glittering Carnage Championship draped over one tattooed shoulder. The belt is pristine, the gold bright and shiny and there isn't a single smudge on the metal or the nameplate that reads JACKSON.

 

Jackson: I'm in a shitty mood. I'm sure you can guess why, can't you?

 

Slowly the view pans out to reveal the rest of the current champion as he leans against the cinder block wall, staring off camera. Sighing, he turns his head to stare into the lens. He shakes his head, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. The eyes blink once, still staring deep into the camera.

 

Jackson: This long in the business, I shoulda seen it coming. So that's on me... the anger I'm feeling right now is my fault. The bitterness, the rage, the feeling of disrespect... that's all mine – maybe imagined, maybe legitimate. Right now, doesn't matter. What matters is this hyped-up, jacked-up bullshit brawl. What matters is Devon Cole... Gordon Fury... Matt Stone and this twatwaffle Synn Sally Whateverthefuck from Boardwalk wrestling.

 

The crowd pops at each of the dropped names.

 

Jackson: I get it, I do. The ranks are thin. We need fresh meat... but hey... cut off your nose to spite your face or what? And fuck me, right? I shouldn't have expected any respect once this gold landed around my waist. Of course not... because I'm the bad guy.

 

A snort of laughter comes from between those derisively twisted lips, the sound bitter. His eyes are dead black and cold before he rolls them.

 

Jackson: But we're here for a show... for a brawl, aren't we? Better give the sheep what they want, hmm? My head on a platter. Ana Leigh's hand raised in victory. That's what you want, right? Take away the last fucking thing that makes me who I am... rip away the last crutch I've got to help me stand and none of you give a flying fuck. Nope. I'm the unworthy... Frankenstein's monster, just begging for you to sharpen your pitchforks and try to cast me out. Long live a new Queen of Carnage... heh.

 

There's a quick sound, a tap of a high heel on the tile floor and a voice floats up.

 


Missy

 

Missy: So, what if I ask you for the head of Ana Leigh, Boss? On a silver platter, would that make me your Salome?

 

She steps into frame, a quick glance at the camera before she ignores it to focus on him.

 

Missy: After all, if these fans want to choke on bread and circuses? Why not make it a bloodbath?

 

A sadistic smirk slides into place on his lips, a slow nod accompanying another hoarse chuckle.

 

Jackson: See? This... babe, this is why you're my girl. You wanna see the old Jax... the Mechanical Animal... The Machine... the King of Pain... you think these shitstains here are worthy of that?

 

Missy pauses to consider this, a slow smile creeping onto her full lips.

 

Missy: No. But I am, and I want to see you make her suffer.

 

Jackson: Miss...

 

Moving in closer to her, he wraps his arms around her waist and dips her back, kissing her neck in a pretty ardent parody of Gomez Addams.

 

Jackson: Tell me more about the suffering, babe...

 

He murmurs this against her neck, still kissing her.

 

Missy: Every time you make her scream? I'm going to put a gold star somewhere for you to find...and I think you're going to make her scream a whole lot.

 

Her eyes close and her expression shows exactly how good Jax is at doing this.

 

Jackson: Mmmm... see, I like the sound of that. Hide 'n seek. And if I make the little bitch bleed? What do I get then, hmm?

 

His hands are roaming down her back now and it looks like they're about ten seconds away from turning this segment into something more suited for the Playboy channel.

 

Missy: I'm wearing those boots you like so much. You make her bleed? That's all I'll be wearing back in the locker.

 

Her arms slide up around his neck, her tanned skin a lovely contrast to the gold and leather draped over his shoulder. He smirks down at her as he pulls back, glancing at the camera with a look that could curdle fresh milk.

 

Jackson: C'mon... we've got enough time. Can't wait... need you right fuckin' now.

 

The picture fades out as the crowd sits there in stunned silence. Some begin getting up, and try to make it to the concessions or the restrooms before the match that Jackson just ensured they will ALL want to see.

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit.

 

Terra Skye: Missy is a lucky woman. God damn.

 

Johnny Vegas: See? There you go again.

 

Ray Payne: I is a lil scareds for Miss Ana yo.

 

Terra Skye: This match is going to be interesting, that's for damn sure.

 

 

Carnage Championship Match - Ana Vs. Jackson

Ray Payne: Well... here we is yo.

 

Terra Skye: Like I just said, this one is going to be interesting.

 

Johnny Vegas: What's so interesting about it? Jackson has already beaten her.. for the Lower tier title...

 

Ray Payne: Yeah but uh--

 

Johnny Vegas: So what makes ANYONE think that she can possibly beat him for the Carnage title?

 

Terra Skye: Well, for one... She's not drugged this time around.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh come on... you really think it made that big of a difference?

 

Ray Payne: It dids makes dat much of a differences yo. Dis time she iz hurself yo.

 

Terra Skye: She's not being controlled anymore.

 

Johnny Vegas: So you think.

 

CW Admin steps back into the ring for the third time tonight, this time he struts around the ring, confidently before placing the microphone to his mouth.

 

CW Admin: This next match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the CARNAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Carnage Championship Match

 

 

The crowd roars in approval as “Miracle” by Paramore hits the speakers and Ana pops out through the curtain! She's got a big smile on her face as she looks out upon the cheering legion! She walks to one side of the stage and pumps her fists, getting the crowd into a frenzy, and then she runs to the other side of the stage and does the same thing! She gradually makes her way back to the center of the stage, atop the ramp and places her hand on her chest and lowers her head.

 


Ana

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell is she...

 

Terra Skye: Oh shut up...

 

Ray Payne: She's prayins yo.

 

After a few seconds, Ana lifts her head and points to the heavens before starting down the entrance ramp. She slaps the hands of the fans as she makes it to ringside, going all the way around the ring, talking to the fans, and high fiving them before sliding under the bottom rope and jumping up in the far corner to pump the crowd up further!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I think I preferred her drugged.

 

Terra Skye: That's terrible.

 

Johnny Vegas: BUT.. it's the truth.

 

As she jumps down and starts stretching, CW Admin steps in beside her and begins speaking... but before he can say anything; 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: He's wasting no time here...

 

Ray Payne: Guesses he jus wanna gets dis over wif yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, when he's got a fine piece of ass like Missy backstage waiting for him to maim and cripple Ana... I'd be fucking ready too

 

Terra Skye: Point made.

 

The screen crackles to life, showing heavy static that gradually fades to grainy and over-saturated footage of Jackson utterly demolishing various opponents interspersed with him either lifting weights or screaming obscenities into a microphone. Jackson stalks down the ramp with his baseball bat in hand, pausing for a second as he makes eye contact with the camera before letting a smirk cross his lips. Pulling himself up on the apron, he glares out at the crowd, holding his bat aloft to huge heat before stepping between the ropes and stalking towards the center of the ring. Jackson stands there, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.

 

As the lights come back up, Jackson wastes no time in walking straight up to Ana and giving her a piece of his mind. Her smile immediately fades as she is faced, soberly, with the man that beat her to a pulp in their last meeting. Referee Isaac Sanchez gets between the two as CW Admin steps up to finally announce the competitors.

 

CW Admin: The Challenger... standing in at five foot seven inches, and weighing One hundred and fifteen pounds... She is ANNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ana continues staring at Jackson for a few moments before turning her gaze away and waving to the cheering crowd.

 

Johnny Vegas: He's going to kill her.

 

Terra Skye: Maybe it won't be that bad.

 

Ray Payne: I doubts dat yo.

 

CW Admin: And her opponent... standing tall at six foot four inches, and weighing two hundred and seventeen pounds... he is YOUR CARNAGE CHAMPION...... JAAAACKKKKKKKKKSOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

 

The crowd starts booing as Jackson pushes his way to the center of the ring and holds HIS belt up high for everyone to see, including his opponent. He looks down at her once more before Sanchez motions for Jackson to hand the belt over. As Sanchez prepares to hold the belt up, and get this match underway, the crowd starts cheering again as everyone in the ring turns to look at the stage where JD Mohr is now walking down the ramp towards ringside.

 


JD Mohr

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the---?

 

Terra Skye: Why is he coming out?

 

Ray Payne: Where's Miss Kyra yo?

 

JD Mohr wastes no time in heading directly for the announcers table. He walks up beside a confused Boy and motions for him to get up. But Boy doesn't move immediately, and JD leans down, saying something in Boys ear which motivates him to get up and head to the backstage, much to the dismay of the Legion.

 

Ray Payne: Howdy Mistah Bullrush yo.. Whuts da pleasure we gots of havings you out heres yo?

 

Terra Skye: We certainly didn't expect to see you--

 

JD Mohr: I'm out here to witness history.

 

Johnny Vegas: You mean you're out here to watch Ana get squashed like a bug.

 

JD Mohr laughs.

 

JD Mohr: She's been training hard. She's got what it takes to beat him.

 

Terra Skye: Do you really think that--

 

JD Mohr: Yes.

 

Ray Payne: Is gunna be interestings yo...

 

JD nods into the ring at Sanchez and CW Admin, signaling that they should get the match started as Ana and Jackson both continue to look out at Bullrush, who is sitting smugly at the demolished timekeepers table. Ana is smiling at her friend, while Jackson has a look of suspicion.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jackson doesn't look happy.

 

JD Mohr: He never looks happy.

 

Terra Skye: Well, that look is exaggerated right now, as he's looking at you, Boss.

 

Referee Isaac Sanchez is in the center of the ring now and he's got the Carnage World Championship belt held high in the air. With Senior Referee White Rey being needed for the Baltimore Brawl later on tonight, Sanchez has been given a very important duty within the first night of his employment. Sanchez takes time to show Ana the prize that she is fighting for before handing the title down to JD Mohr for safe keeping. Without a Timekeepers table, Mohr places the belt on the Announce table to keep an eye on it from that spot instead.

 

Ray Payne: Ohh Lookey! I has nevah seened da belt up close yo...

 

JD Mohr: Don't touch it.

 

Ana is hopping around in her corner a bit to psyche herself up. She grabs the top rope and pulls backward on it to stretch. In the other corner, Champion Jackson appears to be calm and collected before the bout. Sanchez checks over both competitors for foreign weapons and finds none. Jackson's only weapon, his trusty baseball bat, is always kept in the same place anyway. The crowd is pumped and the electricity in the building can be felt when Sanchez turns back to Mohr and calls for the opening bell.

 

DING DING!!

 

Ray Payne: Very nice job ringin da bell Mistah Mohr yo.

 

JD Mohr: It's not rocket science.

 

There's a cheer from the Legion as the Championship match is underway! Ana and Jackson begin circling each other inside the ring. Ana comes in for a collar and elbow tie-up but Jackson knees her in the gut. The force of the blast drives Ana up off of her feet and she falls down to her knees, where she receives a second vicious knee towards her face. Ana is able to get her hands up, though, blocking most of of the impact; yet the energy from the knee has her fall backwards and roll to her feet. She charges Jackson at full force with an attempted spear that doesn't quite do it's full duty. Ana drives her shoulder into Jackson's gut which does drive him back a few steps and take away some of his air. Jackson backpedals to the ropes. He momentarily grabs a hold of the top rope just long enough to steady himself. Isaac Sanchez starts to call for a rope break but it becomes moot when Jackson cocks his arm high in the air and slams his elbow down along the back of Ana's head.

 

Terra Skye: Jackson isn't pulling any punches, which is to be expected.

 

Johnny Vegas: He's got the height and weight advantage on her, and he's angry...

 

Ray Payne: Not tah mention dat the Carnage title iz on da line yo.

 

Dazed, Ana stumbles backwards and is in the perfect position to eat a clothesline. Jackson's arm crashes against Ana's chest and the force of it sends her quickly down to the mat. Ana looks up just in time to see Jackson smashing down on her with an elbow drop that connects once again squarely in her chest. Jackson simply rolls over, keeping his weight on top of Ana for a lateral press. Sanchez drops down to one knee and checks Ana's shoulders by sliding his hand in on either shoulder blade to make sure they are down before making the cover.

 

 

One!

 

Ana is able to quickly kick out and slide her body out from underneath Jackson's.

 

Terra Skye: Easy kickout by Ana.

 

Johnny Vegas: So you hired this guy, JD?

 

JD Mohr: Indeed.

 

Johnny Vegas: But why? Kyra never said anything about needing--

 

JD Mohr: I felt we could use a third referee. Kyra and I work together. Now if you don't mind...

 

Ana sits up, but she does so right into a submission hold. Jackson plants his knee firmly between Ana's shoulders and grabs her head under the chin and simply pulls backwards. Ana kicks her feet against the mat and screams out in pain as Jackson's eyes appear to go black and he wrenches the hold in harder. Sanchez asks Ana if she is willing to submit but receives the word no in response. The Carnage Legion starts to clap, slowly at first. They keep in rhythm with the way that Ana's foot hits the mat. Ana holds her arms high in the air to gather up the energy that the Carnage Legion is trying to send to her and she uses it to twist her body to her left side.

 

Ray Payne: Well... he maded Miss Ana scream yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's one gold star...

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh god, don't make me think about that...

 

Jackson keeps a hold of her chin, though, and he doesn't make it easy for Ana at all to fight her way back to her feet. Ana turns enough to get up to her knees, and has to really push hard with Jackson's body weight attached to get up to one knee. The crowd is really feeling Ana fighting through this submission hold and they cheer even louder when she reaches both feet. Jackson still wrenching on her head, Ana has to ball up her fists and strike the Champion in the gut twice before he looses his grip at all.

 

Terra Skye: She was good when she was drugged, but she's proving herself even better when she's free and clear.

 

Johnny Vegas: The match just started. Give it time.

 

Ana, now considering what offense she will try next, is completely cut off when Jackson releases the hold himself only to drive the point of his elbow down into the back of Ana's skull. The Legion boos as the concussive blast sends Ana straight down to the mat, holding the back of her head in pain. Jackson leaps and comes down knee first on the small of her back, causing Ana even more agony. He then reaches down and applies the same grip on her chin with both hands and pulls straight upward from this position, bending Ana even worse.

 

Johnny Vegas: Told you.

 

Ray Payne: No you didn'ts yo.

 

Terra Skye: Jax is being relentless... I'm sure Ana is in a ton of pain right now.

 

Johnny Vegas: No shit Sherlock!

 

The boos are louder now as Jackson wrenches in this modified crossface even more. Ana can barely express her agony at all with Jackson's weight on her back, pressing her stomach into the mat. Ana does all that she can, even as Sanchez pleads with her during the hold. Ana claws at the mat, pulling herself towards the bottom rope and practically using all of her strength to do so. She reaches out and is barely able to brush the bottom rope with her middle finger. She touches it, but she doesn't have enough length in her reach to grab it. Jackson pulls Ana back, but then Sanchez reaches in and pulls Jackson's arms off of Ana's head.

 

Terra Skye: What in the hell?!

 

Jackson looks up, and Sanchez is starting a five count- 1..2..3..4.. Jackson stands up off of Ana and gets right into Sanchez' face. The new referee looks terrified, but he explains to Jackson the rules of a competition rope break and that the submission hold had to be broken up. This serves as an effective distraction, however, enough that Ana uses whatever strength she has left to fight her way back up to her feet and come flying in with a dropkick! The Legion cheers as she catches Jackson in the left shoulder with both feet and the strength of the move sends the unsuspecting Champion stumbling. Jackson falls through the middle and top ropes and lands on the floor in front of the announce table!

 

Terra Skye: She didn't grab the ropes...

 

JD Mohr: She touched them. That's enough for a rope break.

 

Terra Skye: In what Universe?!?!

 

The Legion cheers, but both Ana and Jackson are down right now. Sanchez goes right to Ana to check on her. Ana is still coughing from having her back and neck bent the way that they were, but right now all Ana needs is this time to breathe to get back into this match. On the outside, Jackson is stirring. It was a nasty tumble but nothing that will keep Jackson down for good. Jackson's back to his feet before Ana even reaches her knees. Pissed at the development, he slams his hands down on the ring apron before reaching up to the middle rope to pull himself back up.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's all only serving to piss Jackson off more.

 

Ray Payne: Which does nots fares wells for Miss Ana yo.

 

With one knee on the apron, he looks up to see Ana gain another burst of speed. She throws herself up and charges the champion with full force trying to knock him off of the side of the ring. Jackson simply side steps the attempt, and Ana nearly pays dearly for the mistake. She catches herself, but in doing so places herself in a terrible position. Her head and upper body hanging over the middle rope facing outward toward the ring floor. Jackson cocks back and kicks Ana squarely in the side of the head with a massive thwack that silences the entire arena. Sanchez can only look on as Jackson throws his leg over top of Ana's head and applies the standing head scissors on the ring apron. The Legion is stunned and begins to react as it seems like Jackson is going for a pile driver off of the ring apron onto the floor below!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god no....

 

Ray Payne: Nots ontah da floors yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Fuck it... do it. If she bleeds...

 

Terra Skye: NOW is NOT the time for this, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, SORRY Bitch...

 

Jackson looks back at the concrete floor and then applies a waist lock on Ana. He grunts loudly as he goes to lift her up into the pile driver position, but Ana somehow has the wherewithal to not allow it. She hangs onto the middle rope tightly and every time that Jackson pulls upward to attempt the pile driver, Ana's grip on the ropes keeps him from being able to do so. Sanchez starts to count to five once more, as Ana is technically in the ropes and this is technically a rope break position, but Jackson has stopped paying attention to the new guy altogether. The Legion would be pissed off if this match ended in disqualification and even if it did, Jackson would retain the belt. Jackson uses knee lifts to finally break Ana's grip from the middle rope, pulling her up into the pile driver position. There's a collective gasp when Jackson leaps off of the ring apron backwards and comes down onto the concrete with a sickening sit out pile driver to Ana!

 

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT!!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GODDDD!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Good Jesusses YO!

 

Jackson hurt himself in the maneuver, he immediately throws himself over onto his side and clutches his back, but he's not nearly as bad off as Ana is right now. Ana's laying on the concrete and she appears to be out cold at best. Sanchez is quick to check on her. The Legion is booing but Jackson does everything he can to push himself through his own pain, using the commentary table to pull himself back up to his feet.

 

Johnny Vegas: Leave my table alone!!!

 

Terra Skye: You're really going to yell at him after watching what he just did to Ana?!

 

Jackson limps over and pushes Sanchez away to grab Ana by her hair. Ana is limp, it takes Jackson both hands to manipulate her head enough that he can twist her around and get her up to her knees. Ana starting to come to life a bit, her once limp arms now reaching for something, anything, in some desperate attempt to keep Jackson from doing any more punishment. But it's not nearly enough. Jackson has a great grip, and he jerks her head hard towards his body to once again place her in a standing head scissors position. Could he be going for another pile driver?

 

Terra Skye: He's trying to fucking kill her!

 

Ray Payne: He mights gets a big gold star fur dat yo.

 

Terra Skye: You too? REALLY!?

 

Ana tries her best to fight it off, but Jackson's in near complete control. Jackson bends down to apply the waist lock once again and this time there are no ropes to stop him. Ana fights Jackson's grip with everything she has. She finally breaks free! She drops back down to one knee, and looks up at the Champion. She cocks her fist back and unleashes a deadly low blow uppercut that takes Jackson up to his tiptoes before crumbling over! The Legion cheers as Jackson clutches his groin area in pain on the concrete floor below. Sanchez issues Ana a warning.

 

Terra Skye: Wow...

 

Johnny Vegas: I guess a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do...

 

Ray Payne: I is disappointed in Miss Ana yo...

 

Terra Skye: Me too, actually. Me too.

 

Gasping for breath, Ana picks one of Jackson's ankles. She pulls Jackson's left ankle up to her chest and applies an ankle lock submission! Jackson's in a rare situation; he's in a lot of pain and now his arms are trapped underneath of his body as Ana stands up into the hold. Jackson's face comes up and he sees Sanchez right in his face asking him if he submits!

 

 

Ana twists and contorts the Champion's ankle! Jackson screams out!

 

Ray Payne: He is in a lots of pains rite nows yo!!!

 

 

Sanchez holds his arm up towards JD Mohr, he's ready to call for the bell!

 

Terra Skye: He hasn't tapped yet!!!

 

 

Ana and Jackson both scream out as she gives the ankle one final twist!!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's trying to break his ankle!!!

 

 

Jackson pushes his upper body up off of the concrete, and then rolls forward! The counter sends Ana stumbling over Jackson's body! Ana falls and hits the side of the ring steps hard face first!!!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!!

 

Johnny Vegas: She hit those steps hard.

 

What looked to be the end of the match now just looks to be the end of Ana. Jackson rolls on the floor a bit, clutching his ankle that now seems like it has been tweaked at the very least by the ankle lock submission. Jackson has to grip the ring curtain to pull himself back up, but he's even more wobbly now than before. He limps over to Ana and grabs her by her hair and pulls her up to a vertical base. Without wanting to chance it anymore, Jackson hoists Ana up just enough to get her body onto the ring apron. He shoves her underneath the bottom rope and she comes to rest on her back on the inside of the ring. Jackson, now, limps around the ring to the opposite ring steps where his trusty baseball bat is kept. Jackson is just about to reach it when, out of no where, Referee Isaac Sanchez comes swooping in to grab the bat a split second before Jackson can grab it. The Carnage Legion boos as Sanchez takes the bat away, hurrying on over to the announce table where Sanchez hands the bat off to J.D. Mohr.

 

Johnny Vegas: Keeping things fair, huh?

 

JD Mohr: Exactly. This isn't a classic carnage match.

 

Terra Skye: Well, Remember what I said about pissing him off...

 

Jackson is pissed, this isn't the first time that he's had problems with Carnage Referees. Jackson decides to take his rage out on Ana, stepping up the ring steps and re-entering the ring himself. Ana is clutching her face in pain when Jackson comes over and literally just stomps on her. For some reason, the Legion is actually cheering this development. Jackson pulls Ana up by her hair and welcomes her to the machine. Within his rage he clutches her in a windmill suplex and throws her over his head. She hits the mat hard and Jackson holds on. He pulls her back up and repeats this process two more times. Upon the third suplex, Ana hits the mat with a scream and just crumples to dead weight. He could go for the cover now, but Jackson doesn't seem to be done by a longshot.

 

Johnny Vegas: Scream number two.. Gold star number--

 

Terra Skye: Really?

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Jackson could has just pinned her rite dere yo...

 

Terra Skye: Well now he's pissed... so you think he's gonna just end the match?

 

Sanchez is back in the ring, and he's warning Jackson once more about the baseball bat. Jackson doesn't even acknowledge his existence. Jackson stalks Ana, who still hasn't gotten up from the third windmill suplex. Jackson stands over top of her and bends down, pulling Ana up with a waistlock that has Ana's limbs dangling limp beneath her. Ana doesn't even get her feet to the ground, Jackson simply pops his hips and throws Ana over with a release german suplex that simply folds Ana up like an accordion. Once again, Sanchez slides in to check on Ana's well being before issuing Jackson yet another warning. Sanchez places his hand on Ana's shoulder, trying to shake her to see if she will wake up. Jackson stands over her, applies another waist lock, hoists her up and performs a second release german suplex the same as the first.

 

Ray Payne: I does not thinks that she is even awakes yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't expect her to be... not after all that punishment.

 

This time, Jackson pulls himself back up and limps over to Ana but Sanchez is in the way. He stops Jackson from doing a third german suplex so that he can check on Ana's well being without being interrupted. Sanchez looks towards the time keepers area and then back down to Ana. Ana pulls her arm up and grips at the mat which signals that she's still awake and alert. Jackson then steps right passed Sanchez and pulls Ana up a third time for a third waist lock. This time, Ana plants her feet on the ground and she fights the hold with everything she's got. She reaches down and tries desperately to break the grip that Jackson has on her waist.

 

Terra Skye: I cannot believe that she's conscious.

 

Ray Payne: Me Eithah yo.

 

Through all the fighting, Jackson switches his grip. He throws his arms upward to wrap hers. With the new double underhook grasp applied, Jackson easily spins Ana around despite her kicking and screaming. Jackson finishes the maneuver by driving her down into the mat head first Something Wicked!! The crowd cheers as Ana's head is driven into the mat. Jackson rolls her over carelessly.

 

Johnny Vegas: The crowd was booing Jackson...

 

Terra Skye: Come to think of it... you're right..

 

Sanchez drops down and checks both of Ana's shoulders as Jackson makes the cover. Jackson hooks the far leg.

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Thr-NO!!

 

Referee Isaac Sanchez looks up just in time to see that Ana got her foot on the bottom rope!

 

Johnny Vegas: No Fucking way.

 

Jackson can't believe it. The Carnage Legion can't believe it. Somehow, someway, Ana was able to stick her foot out and catch the bottom rope. Jackson looks up at Sanchez, who is giving the signal for the count of two, which Jackson feels was a rather long count. Jackson pushes himself up off of Ana and the first thing he does is get into the new Referee's face. The Legion is buzzing as it seems like Jackson is going to attack Sanchez, but at the last moment Jackson backs away.

 

Terra Skye: I fear Jax is getting close to losing his temper with Sanchez...

 

JD Mohr: If he does that, he knows the consequences...

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, those consequences set in place by your bit-- I mean lovely fiance.

 

Ray Payne: Dere is something off here... I jus dunno whut yo.

 

Jackson goes over to the ropes and exits from the ring near the commentary table. Meanwhile Sanchez immediately goes back to Ana, shaking her by the shoulders making sure that she is still alert and able to compete in the match. Back outside, Jackson grabs the bat from the table, swiping it before Bullrush can stop him. Mohr threatens Jax not to use the bat or else, to which Jackson can only reply with a laugh and to give Bullrush the middle finger. With the bat in hand, Jackson limps back towards the ring and slides himself underneath the bottom rope. On the other side of the ring, Ana is using the aide of the ropes to get back to her feet.

 

Terra Skye: Oh shit...

 

Johnny Vegas: I think Ray is right...

 

Jackson steps towards Ana with the bat loaded, cocked, and ready to fire. Isaac Sanchez tries to get in between Jackson and Ana, but Jackson simply fakes a bat swing and Sanchez can't move out of his way fast enough. The tension inside the Du Burns arena right now is at an all time high. Jackson takes another step towards Ana, who stumbles away from the ropes a step closer to him. Jackson cocks the bat back once more, and swings for the fences!! Ana ducks!! Jackson turns around, Ana throws her foot up and catches Jackson on the button with an 'Eat This!' superkick!!

 

Ray Payne: Oh mah gawds yo!!!

 

Terra Skye: The EAT THIS!! I can't believe she did it!

 

Jackson falls over onto the mat, and Ana drops down with her body over top of his! Ana appears to be unconscious, it seems more like that she just happened to land on top of Jackson than actually pin him. Regardless, Sanchez slides in quickly for the cover!

 

 

OneTwoThree!!

 

 

Terra Skye: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

 

Jackson kicks out, at what would have been a count of two!

 

Ray Payne: HE KICKED OUT YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: That was--

 

 

Sanchez stands up, and immediately calls for the bell!!!

 

J.D. 'Bullrush' Mohr rings the bell quickly..

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Terra Skye: What in the hell?! This match should still be going!

 

Ray Payne: DA FUCK YO.

 

The Legion boos wildly!!!

 

Jackson shoots up, but Sanchez is already in the process of exiting the ring. Jackson charges at him and gets a fingertip on his ref's jersey, but Sanchez is able to escape! Meanwhile, Bullrush has grabbed the Carnage World Championship belt and he's making an exit from the ringside area as well! Jackson turns back towards Ana just in time to see Bullrush reach in and grab Ana by her arm and pull her out of the ring. Ana lands on her feet after being pulled underneath the bottom rope and immediately is escorted towards the entrance ramp and towards the back. Sanchez, Bullrush, and Ana all back up the entrance ramp slowly as they watch Jackson melt down on the inside of the ring. Bullrush hands Ana the Carnage World Championship belt and Ana appears to be in just as much shock as the Legion surrounding her.

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe this!

 

Johnny Vegas: Me either... I'm at a loss for words right now.

 

”BULL-SHIT!!!! BULL-SHIT!!!! BULL-SHIT!!!!!!

 

Beverages are tossed. But this doesn't stop Bullrush and Isaac Sanchez from holding Ana's arms up high in the air in victory. Ana doesn't quite understand what is going on, or what has happened yet.

 

CW Admin: The winner of the match, and NEW CARNAGE WORLD CHAMPION – ANA!!!!

 

“Miracle” by Paramore starts playing over the arena speakers and the moment finally sinks in to Ana that she is the new Carnage World Champion. She pulls her arms away from the two men to be able to look at the Championship title belt, but the moment is short lived when Bullrush grabs her by her shoulders and turns her to guide her towards the backstage area.

 

 

 

Backstage - Trust is Earned

 


Kyra Johnson

 

The scene opens backstage as Kyra Johnson is seen walking down the crowded hallway, just after the Carnage Championship match ended. Her eyes dart around the hall, obviously looking around for someone, but no one knows who. Her heels click loudly on the cement floor, almost louder than the voices of the backstage personnel and other staff busy preparing for the Main Event. As Kyra rounds the corner she comes face to face with her assistant, Cherie Von Allen, but before Cherie can speak one word, Kyra pushes her out of the way.

 


Cherie Von Allen

 

Kyra Johnson: Not now.

 

Kyra leaves Cherie behind her, as she continues scanning the people backstage, her expression growing more frustrated as she walks to the door of her office, and pushes the door open. Her face drops as she crosses the threshold of the office, only to find her fiance, JD Mohr, and her new Carnage Champion Ana hugging. She barely hears JD say something to Ana, as the two embrace, not noticing Kyra at all for the moment, until she clears her throat and the two turn their heads to see Kyra standing in the doorway, arms crossed, staring a hole through her fiance.

 


JD Mohr & Ana

 

Ana smiles sweetly as Kyra walks up to Ana and looks down at the Carnage Championship on her shoulder. A small smile crosses Kyra's face, even though she's not exactly in the mood to be anything but pissed.

 

Kyra Johnson: Congratulations, Ana...

 

Ana's smile grows as she looks to JD, who is busy glancing between the two women; and then at Kyra.

 

Ana: Thank you Kyra! I couldn't have done it without the two of you! I am just so--

 

Kyra cuts her off as her eyes move away from Ana, and she locks eyes with JD.

 

Kyra Johnson: Listen, I need to talk to JD... would you mind?

 

JD's face is unchanging as Ana's looks a little sad. Ana nods her head as she moves towards the door, noticing the tension in the room, since Kyra entered.

 

Ana: Yeah, sure... I'll just... Talk to you later.

 

It was unsure which person she was referring to, but as Ana walked out the door, Kyra followed her and proceeded to slam the door behind Ana. Kyra leaned her head against the door for a few moments, trying to stay calm even though she could feel her heart about to beat out of her chest. A few moments later, she turned back toward JD.

 

Kyra Johnson: What in the hell was THAT?

 

JD Mohr: I was about to ask you the same thing? What's .....what? Why didn't you show some more love to Ana? What the heck's that all about? She was ready to throw her arms around you too. She's super excited and she should be! Now, she's out there wondering what she did wrong instead of celebrating the biggest moment of her life.

 

Bullrush holds out his hand.

 

JD Mohr: What's wrong baby?

 

Kyra shakes her head as she doesn't extend her arm to take his hand.

 

Kyra Johnson: You know damn well what's wrong. That count... it was fast JD.

 

Bull stands up, turns his back to Kyra and chuckles. After standing there for a second, he clears his throat and walks to the end of the desk and sits on the top. Sitting right in front of her, he looks in her eyes and replies.

 

JD Mohr: The count was clean. I don't care what anyone says. Isaac might have a different style from what everyone is used to, but the count was clean. You need to go ahead and accept that, so we can move on. I don't care what anyone says or what anyone claims to know; the count was clean ....end of story.

 

This only served to anger Kyra more. Hearing him chuckle as he turned away, and then seeing the smug look on his face as he sat in front of her and spouted out that garbage, she just stood there for a few seconds, looking into his eyes, trying her hardest to keep her temper in check.

 

Kyra Johnson: Bullshit, JD.

 

She says, as calmly as she can as his expression remains unchanged.

 

Kyra Johnson: You told me that Isaac was 'Your Boy'... and I seem to remember a little conversation that we had in the car the other day. I thought you dropped it. But after what just happened, I can see that you went behind my back and--

 

JD interrupts her.

 

JD Mohr: I'm not subjecting myself to this, Kyra.

 

He stands up and walks behind the desk, grabbing a couple of items.

 

JD Mohr: I told you I dropped that and moved on and that's EXACTLY what I did. I was drunk that night.

 

He stops and looks at her once again.

 

JD Mohr: I thought you trusted me. I told you it was a clean count and you really shouldn't question me. Ana is our champ and that's final. This is not a perfect science, anyway. Things happen, but I'm fully confident Isaac did his best and was NOTHING but fair.

 

Her eyes start tearing up as she watches him. But when he looks into her eyes, she breaks down.

 

Kyra Johnson: I thought I could trust you! But you've proven that you're more interested in Ana being champ than caring about what the woman you LOVE wants! Come on... It's all right there for everyone to see, you sitting at ringside, dismissing Boy, and the moment your 'Boy' hit his hand on the mat the third time YOU rushed the ring and grabbed Ana and left...

 

She shakes her head and runs her hands through her hair, feeling crazy at this point as the tears continue running down her face.

 

Kyra Johnson: And then, what do I find? You and her, behind closed doors... hugging? Couldn't wait to get her by herself, hmm? Had to get her away from Jackson because you KNEW... You fucking knew. Does she know? Or is she in on it too?

 

She says pointing to the door. Bull's head drops in disappoint and a look of disbelief comes over him.

 

JD Mohr: Really Kyra.... really?

 

He walks over toward the door and looks back at her.

 

JD Mohr: I thought you were going to be able to handle the whole Ana thing? Clearly, it's fucked with your head. Ana knows exactly what happened. She knows she fucked both of us like a champ, then she went and beat the Carnage champ and now her boss is hating on her. I'm pretty sure, she knows what's up.

 

She starts to talk again, but JD isn't finished.

 

JD Mohr: There was no foul play and I don't want Ana to myself. I actually enjoyed sharing her with you, but I can see you weren't ready for that.

 

She starts again, but JD keeps talking

 

JD Mohr: It's sad really, we have everything going for us and you just can't be happy. Can You?! Shit Kyra, maybe you should've just stayed with Darius. I'm not sure, I can make you happy. After everything I've done for you..... I expected more. I expected you to have my back!

 

The looks of shock, rage and sadness own Kyra as she struggles for words.

 

Kyra Johnson: You're lying to me, JD! So instead of being straight up with me....you try and make me feel guilty?! And bring up, Darius?! Of all fucking things to bring up, you go there?! That's fucked up JD, you're the one that left me. You knew I was at my weakest point and you left, you left me AND Darius. No, John! You can't just ....

 

As Kyra re-positions herself to go off, she notices JD moving. Seconds later, he's gone.

 

Kyra Johnson: JD?!

 

The door shuts and Kyra is left stunned. Not knowing what to do, she sits on the edge of the desk as a tears stream down her cheeks.

 

Kyra Johnson: No....no, we have to ....

 

Johnson gets up, opens the door, walks out of the room and looks around for JD. Instead of finding him, she looks down and sees the keys to their car and home. It didn't appear they were left by mistake. She leans down and picks them up, looking at them for a few moments as the tears drip from her face and into her palm. Her hands start shaking as she slowly realizes what this means...

 

Kyra Johnson: GAHHHHHH!!!!!

 

She screams out, throwing the keys as hard as she possibly can into the far wall of her office, watching them fall into pieces, and land unceremoniously on the cold floor of the office. She slams her office door again, and loud crying can be heard from behind the door.

 

 

 

Main Event: THE BALTIMORE CITY BRAWL

Terra Skye: Wow....

 

Ray Payne: I cannots believes dis yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I just have one thing to say about all of this...

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, please don't say you told us so...

 

Johnny Vegas: That's what I WANT to say... but some tiny part of me actually feels bad for Kyra.

 

Ray Payne: I has da feels bads fur all of dem yo.

 

Terra Skye: What an ass. What a god damned ass.

 

Ray Payne: Whut abouts da wedding?

 

Johnny Vegas: You're more concerned with the wedding than the very FABRIC of Carnage Wrestling?

 

Terra Skye: I think what Ray means is that Kyra loves him...

 

Johnny Vegas: How do you love a liar... honestly.

 

Ray Payne: How does you love plastic filled wif air yo?

 

Terra Skye: Ray makes a point, Johnny. Let it go guys.. It's time for the main event...

 

Johnny Vegas: The Baltimore City Brawl...

 

CW Admin steps uncomfortably back into the ring, and tries to quiet the crowd down after what they had just witnessed. After a few moments, they quiet down enough to allow Mister Admin to take the floor.

 

CW Admin: It's time for the Main Event of the Evening..... THE BALTIMOREEEE CITYYYY BRAWLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The crowd pops for the match that they've been waiting all night to be a witness to!

 

CW Admin: This match will be an Elimination style, Last man Standing match!!!

 

Terra Skye: Which means, Much like the match at Ultimate Carnage between Kyra and Sinc Mercier... If you're knocked out for a 10 count... you're out of the match.

 

Johnny Vegas: Leaving the other competitors to fight until it's down to One.

 

Ray Payne: And dat last one lefted... Wins!

 

The opening chords of Bon Jovi's “Bad Medicine” start playing over the PA system, and Vivian Lee comes strutting out onto the stage to a chorus of cheers!

 


Vivian Lee

 

She strikes a seductive pose at the top of the ramp before starting down towards the ring. She's all smiles as she gets to ringside; stopping at the announce table and blowing a kiss directly at Johnny Vegas!!! She giggles and sashays over towards the ring, hopping up on the apron and quickly getting into the ring.

 

Johnny Vegas: I want to hate her...

 

Terra Skye: I love her, personally.

 

She poses for the crowd inside the ring as CW Admin does his job.

 

CW Admin: First to the ring, Standing in at five foot, eight inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds... she is one half of S&V..... VIIVIAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The crowd cheers her as she dances around the ring as "Whoa is Me" by Down With Webster hits the speakers and the crowd immediately turns their attention towards the entrance.

 

Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
See me decked out from my head to my toe
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Everywhere I go I'm a one man show

 


Matt Stone

 

Matt Stone comes out from the back and onto the entrance stage. The crowd watches him intently as he walks down the ramp towards the ring, showing off his vintage “Shut me up” T-shirt, talking a bit of shit to the fans as he walks. Stone stops about halfway down the ramp and holds up his arms, but when the crowd doesn't react, he shakes his head and mutters something under his breath as he walks towards the steps.

 

Ray Payne: Dis is da same guy dat told Miss Kyra dat she wuz unorganized.

 

Johnny Vegas: The man only told the truth. Gotta respect that.

 

Terra Skye: Also told her that her fiance showing her affection was degrading to her.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well... look at them now. Wasn't he right?

 

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner. He mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands as he shakes his head to their non reaction. “You don't deserve to see me!” He shouts out, getting down and taking off his shirt. Matt loosens up as he eyes Vivian Lee up and down and prepares for the rest of his opponents.

 

CW Admin: Next to the ring, Standing tall at Six feet and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... He is MATTTTTTTTTT STOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

 

He and Vivian look at one another as “Odyssey 2001” begins playing over the speakers, and a single spotlight shines on the stage. SynnStarr Saint walks out and into the spotlight, wearing a red robe with gold glitter; and her name written in fancy lettering across the back.

 


SynnStarr Saint

 

She stops atop the ramp, and looks out upon the Carnage Legion, who are still learning about the new competitors in the promotion. She smirks as she starts walking down the ramp, the spotlight following her the entire way until she makes it to ringside.

 

Johnny Vegas: Wish I had a spotlight follow me everywhere.

 

Terra Skye: Oh, so you want everyone to see how butt ugly you are constantly?

 

She walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the apron before she steps into the ring confidently. Once she's in the ring, her music begins fading out as she walks around and eyes up her opponents that are already standing in the ring, awaiting the brawl to begin.

 

CW Admin: Next, Standing tall at Six foot, Two inches and weighing in at two hundred pounds... she is SYNNNNNSTARRRRRRRRRRRRR SAAAAIINNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

 

The crowd begins cheering as the three competitors already in the ring begin jawing to each other. "Rush" by Poisonblack begins playing as the three wrestlers turn their attention towards the entrance as Devon Cole walks out onto the stage.

 


Devon Cole

 

He stops for a mere moment at the top of the ramp, making eye contact with each of his opponents in the ring; before beginning to walk towards them.

 

Johnny Vegas: I've just lately gotten back into the twitter, and I do have to say, watching some of these people interact has been pretty funny.

 

Ray Payne: I knows rights?

 

Terra Skye: I do know that Devon Cole bet Matt Stone his last name if he won... But Stone turned him down.

 

Johnny Vegas: Who would want the last name 'Stone'? Just saying.

 

Cole makes his way to ringside, and ascends the ring steps, ready to get this match underway. He climbs through the ropes and circles the ring, taking note of his opponents as his music fades out.

 

CW Admin: Next, Standing tall at Six foot, two inches and weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, He is DEVOOOOOONNNNNNN COOOLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

 

With four competitors in the ring now, space is getting a little scarce. The four people competing for the prize talk amongst themselves as the crowd awaits the next opponent. A blast of pyro shoots off as "You Wear a Crown But You're No King" by blessthefall blasts through the arena. The fans get on their feet, erupting in cheers mainly because no one has used pyro for their entrances until now.

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit, I didn't know we had Pyro.

 

Johnny Vegas: Me either.. Whoa.

 

Ray Payne: I did nots thinks dat da Duburns arena peoples liked da pyros bein useded yo.

 


Gordon Fury

 

Gordon Fury walks from behind the curtain and stands on the stage with his head down, his hood up covering his face. As the vocals kick in he walks down the ramp, extending his hands for the fans, while still keeping his focus on the ring. When he makes it to the bottom of the ramp, he takes a few seconds to look out at the crowd, before climbing the ring steps, leaping over the top rope to land on the second turnbuckle. He pulls back his hoodie and throws a fist in the air, the fans still cheering his entrance as he urges them on, before taking off his hoodie and throwing it into the crowd, and dropping back down to the mat, to face his opponents.

 

CW Admin: Next, he stands in at Five foot, eleven inches and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds... He is GOOORDAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN FUUUUUURRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

 

The crowd cheers as the five people in the ring all stand, facing the entrance, knowing that the next person is the last, and then finally this brawl can start. “Your Betrayl” by Bullet for my Valentine starts playing over the speakers, and Samuel Amos wastes little time as he steps out into the arena much to the delight of the crowd.

 


Samuel Amos

 

Terra Skye: The Carnage Wrestling Head of Security, and the opponent for Bullrush at Chaos 13 wanted to throw his hat into the Brawl this evening.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, with the way his life is going, why the hell not?

 

Ray Payne: Dat is not nices yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: But it's true. His wife is a slut. Say, maybe he and Kyra need to get together and compare notes.

 

Terra Skye: Shut up.

 

Samuel eyes up everyone in the ring as he walks slowly, methodically towards the ring, purposefully making everyone inside, and in the Legion, wait for the Main event to start. He eventually gets to ringside, and he jumps up onto the apron and climbs between the top and second ropes to enter the ring. He walks around his opponents like a vulture, before turning out to the crowd, and elliciting their cheers! His music begins to fade out as CW Admin steps around the six people occupying the ring, and does his thing.

 

CW Admin: And Last, their opponent, standing in at six foot, two inches and weighing two hundred and twenty pounds... he is SAAAMMMUELLLLLLLLLLL AMMMOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The crowd cheers loudly as all six competitors are finally in the ring, and they all look ready for a fight.

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on, lets get this shit going!

 

Ray Payne: Well, Boy is not back out heah yo...

 

Terra Skye: Well, one of us will just have to ring the bell. No big deal.

 

Johnny Vegas: Or we could just get Bullrush back out here... He seemed to enjoy the job.

 

Ray Payne: Stops it Johnny...

 

DING DING!!

 

The opening bell rings to the cheers of the Carnage Legion. Senior Referee White Rey stands back and allows the Carnage to manifest in the center of the ring. Stone and Lee square off, Cole and Fury come to blows, and Saint and Amos are left to battle with each other. All six competitors start out a midst the cheers of the Carnage Legion, who have stuck through the battles tonight and all of the things that have changed the very fabric of Carnage Wrestling moving forward.

 

Matt Stone gets the upper hand on Vivian Lee, backing her into a corner with a series of kicks and punches that mainly has Lee on the defensive. She puts her arms up to block some of the shots, but regardless, a few of them do get through. Stone grabs the top rope to brace himself so that he can throw some kicks in on Vivian Lee a bit harder, he's quickly stopped dead in his tracks however when Lee counters with a simple rake of the eyes. With Stone clutching his face in pain, Lee simply grabs him by the shoulders and switches positions with him, placing his back in the corner. She grabs the top rope and starts laying boot after boot to Stone's midsection that quickly has him doubling over and slinking down in the corner. With Stone now seated in the corner, Vivian Lee places her knee against Stone's throat and uses the ropes to begin choking him. Within the UltraViolent rules of this six person matchup, there is no competition rope break to save Stone as he desperately tries to fight his way out of the choke. Devon Cole and Gordon Fury choose not to lock up. Instead, closed fist right hand shots are being exchanged between the two. Devon punches first, then Gordon retaliates. After three rounds of punches, Gordon Fury gets the upper hand. Fury punches Cole in the face three more times in succession without any retaliating blasts.. this is enough to back Cole up to the ropes. Fury grabs Cole by the wrist and attempts an irish whip, but this is quickly countered by Cole who simply jump steps and reverses the whip, sending Fury running towards the far side ropes. Upon bouncing back, Cole drops down in an attempt to trip up Fury, but Fury simply leaps over him. Fury continues running back to the first side and chooses to bounce off of the ropes again, in an effort to keep his momentum and possibly use it for offense. Upon his return to the center of the ring, however, Devon Cole is prepared and hits a very nice dropkick right to the button of Fury. Cole showing off his agility and athleticism early. Amos and Saint lock up in a standard collar and elbow tieup. It doesn't take Saint long to clutch Amos' wrist and spin underneath his grasp, immediately applying a very technically sound hammerlock. Amos grabs for the ropes for a break, but realizes almost instantly that this match doesn't have rope breaks and therefore this tactic will not work. SynnStar pulls Amos back and away from the ropes. Samuel Amos now has to look for an alternate means of escape. First he checks downward and between legs, and then attempts a back elbow. Each time, SynnStar is in the perfect position not to allow these simple counters to happen. Saint then switches up into a standing side headlock. It doesn't take Saint long to transition the headlock into a headlock takedown which places Amos on the mat beneath her. She kicks her legs up high in the air before driving them back down into Amos' shoulder area. Three succeeding knee strikes like this has Amos reeling to start the matchup.

 

Terra Skye: Everyone is looking really good early in this one.

 

Ray Payne: Alots is goings on yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Duh, you nimwit... there's six of them... do you expect them to take turns?!

 

Terra Skye: Be nice.. oh wait, nevermind. I know who I'm talking to.

 

Lee walks over and grabs Cole by the back of his head and simply tosses him over the top rope to send him crashing down to the floor. Devon Cole was taken by complete surprise but at the very least this buys Matt Stone an out and a bit of a breather to boot. SynnStar Saint stands up after the third knee strike and backs into Vivian Lee. The two competitors quickly spin around and they square off. Vivian throws her knee up into the breadbasket of Saint who gets the full force of it and nearly falls backwards onto Amos. Lee grabs Saint by her hair and spins her around to a nearby corner, but Saint is quick on the rebound with a toe kick that doubles Lee over. Saint locks Lee into a front chancery but looks up just in time to eat a clothesline from Matt Stone. Stone then grabs Lee by the back of her head and sends her through the ring ropes to go crashing out to the floor next to where Cole is now standing.

 

Terra Skye: Ray makes a good point though.. there is so much going on that I can't barely keep track of it all.

 

Johnny Vegas: Get over it. Jesus, I'd hate to see you during a thirty man battle royal.

 

Terra Skye: Fuck you.

 

Ray Payne: Not nows yo... gots tah watch da match!!!

 

Cole picks Lee up by her hair and gives her a strong, short arm version of the irish whip into the metal barricade. The Carnage Legion reacts. Vivian hits the metal back first and she lets out a shriek of pain. Cole is holding his back as he comes towards Vivian with the idea of inflicting even more pain upon her. He grabs her up in a front suplex position, similar to a body slam. He hoists Vivian up in the air and turns one hundred and eighty degrees until her throat hangs over top of the same barricade her back had just struck. Cole then drops down, bringing Lee down with him. The front of Vivian's throat hits the top of the barricade and it makes a sickening sound. Lee drops backward and holds her esophagus protectively and clearly in a lot of pain. Senior Referee White Rey checks on her to make sure that she is okay and able to continue the matchup. Devon Cole isn't convinced that Lee will stay down, so he holds onto the top of the barricade and begins stomping Lee ravenously. Stone watches for a moment to see that Lee landed right next to Devon Cole and decides better than to follow her outside the ring. Before he can turn around, however, he's blindsided by Amos who hits a running clubbing blow to the back of Stone's head. Stone nearly topples over and through the ropes, but instead the ropes catch him. Amos grabs a rear waistlock and pulls Stone out towards the center of the ring. He throws Matt Stone's arm up over his head and neck and hoists Stone up into the air. When Stone's back becomes level with the mat, Amos drops down and slams Matt Stone with a picture perfect back suplex. Stone clutches his own head and neck and rolls over to his right side defensively. Amos stands up to see SynnStar Saint just now getting back to her feet. Gordon Fury grabs Saint from behind unexpectedly and throws her right over his head with a sick german suplex right into the nearby turnbuckles. The Legion lets out a collective 'Oooh' when they see Saint's head and neck fold up, but they cheer even louder when Fury goes bouncing off of the far ropes and comes in with a huge hesitation dropkick!!

 

Ray Payne: I hopes Miss Lee is okays yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Serves her right for making fun of my tie...and my shoes.

 

Terra Skye: You don't really believe that. But what about Sam Amos and his skill?

 

Ray Payne: Miss Starr was showing some nices stuffs too yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I've gotta like Stone... even though I don't like his name.

 

Terra Skye: Lets not forget Devon Cole... and Gordon Fury who just garnered a lot of favor with the Legion just now. Impressive German suplex!!!

 

Fury looks around at the Carnage Legion who are now chanting his name.

 

“Fury! Fury! Fury! Fury!”

 

Fury pumps his fist and seems pumped. It doesn't take long for Amos to spoil the fun, though, once again striking an opponent from behind while they were not looking. Fury tumbles forward onto the middle rope, hanging with his arms and neck draped over it while Amos continues to stalk from behind. Amos looks down at the action going on with Devon Cole pulling Vivian Lee back to her feet. Amos looks around the ring to make sure that no one will interfere with him, and then in that moment decides to go for it. Amos turns and runs as fast as he can, bouncing himself off of the far ropes. He comes running towards where Fury is still downed on the middle rope. Amos leaps, and stomps both feet down on Gordon Fury's back! Amos uses Fury as a springboard to leap over the top rope with a springboard senton suicide dive that takes out both Cole and Lee on the floor below! The Legion erupts!

 

“C-DUB! C-DUB! C-DUB! C-DUB!”

 

All three competitors on the floor seem to be shaken up from that big suicide dive, as well as Fury who got hung by that middle rope pretty good. Matt Stone is back up and he's singled out SynnStarr as he picks her up from the corner and pulls her back to her feet. With a quick kick to the midsection, he follows up on her with a sharp DDT that spikes her head into the mat. The Legion boos a bit when Stone stands back up and starts taunting them. He makes a fist and kisses it before dropping down on Saint with it – a strong fist drop that catches Saint squarely on her forehead. Saint sits up instinctively which puts her right in place for Gordon Fury to come flying in with a springboard shining wizard kick, making a loud crack as his boot connects with the back of Saint's skull. Saint remains in a seated position long enough for Fury to finish the Double Tap off with a loud buzzsaw kick, both kicks eliciting a response from the crowd.

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn!

 

Terra Skye: Stone and Fury double teaming Saint...

 

Ray Payne: I is sure dat wills not lasts long dough.

 

Outside the ring, Amos is the first back to his feet followed by Devon Cole. Amos grabs Cole by the wrist and attempts an Irish whip, but Cole reverses it and drills Amos on the concrete floor with a spine buster. Amos screams out in pain when the small of his back makes hard contact with the unforgiving floor. Cole now back in control, he turns towards Lee, who is just getting up herself. Cole grabs Lee into a belly to belly suplex position, but this gives Lee the opportunity to jam her thumbs into Cole's eyes. Cole screams out as he releases the waist lock. Inside the ring, Fury turns to meet Stone face to face. Stone extends an outstretched hand. A symbol of peace and partnership within the match. Fury thinks about it for a second, the Carnage Legion yelling at him not to form an alliance with 'The Abominable Showman'. It appears as if the Legion won't get their way though, when Fury extends his hand to shake Stones. Stone grins from ear to ear when his hand shakes Fury's. The Legion boos, but they boo even louder when Stone unexpectedly pulls Fury right into a Katahajime! Fury fights quickly to break free of the hold, spins, and drills Stone with a Flash Kick instead! Stone drops to the mat in a heap.

 

Terra Skye: This Stone guy is a dick.

 

Johnny Vegas: I LOVE HIM.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes dat Fury hurts him yo.

 

Terra Skye: Agreed.

 

Vivian Lee takes a step back and slaps Cole as hard as she can across his face! The Legion 'Oohs' in reaction! Lee doesn't disappoint, however, as she cocks her arm backwards on the follow through and comes in again with a vicious backhand strike! The Front Hand, Back Hand has Cole stumbling backwards so hard that he trips over Amos on his way back and falls flat on his ass. Amos starting to get back up, clutching his lower back as he does so. Lee approaches him and grabs him by the head to secure him as he transitions to a standing position. Lee simply takes Amos by the arm and pulls him in to a short arm clothesline, no! Amos ducks the clothesline and spins right around Lee into a rear waist lock. Amos hoists Lee up into the air with a back suplex and lines her up so that she lands back first on the top of the metal barricade! Lee screams as her back bounces off of the metal and she flops down to a seated position against the railing itself. Amos takes a step back to charge at her with a running knee strike but Lee rolls herself out of the way at the last second! Amos crashes into the barrier running full force and flips right over the railing and into the crowd! Lee stands up but she instantly turns and takes a vicious Superkick from Devon Cole!! Gordon Fury pulls Matt Stone up from the ground using Stone's hair to do so. He realizes that time is of the essence so he pushes it a bit to get Stone in position. With Matt Stone now standing, Fury pulls Stone into a vertical suplex setup. He throws Stone's arm over his head and neck and hoists Stone high in the air. Fury walks Stone towards the center of the ring and drills him with the Fury Driver!!! The Legion surrounding the ring react with cheers when they see Matt Stone's head driven down into the mat. Instantly, and perhaps by muscle memory alone, Stone begins rolling himself towards the bottom rope and under it, just allowing his body to fall flat to the concrete floor below. Senior Referee White Rey runs over to where Stone lands to see if he is able to continue the match. Fury walks over to the ropes to peer down to see White Rey's decision on Matt Stone. Fury has no way to brace himself when he hears SynnStarr Saint charging at him from a distance. He turns, but in doing so he only places himself in a better position. Saint throws all of her bodyweight into a huge clothesline that takes both her and Fury tumbling over the top rope and to the floor below. They land dangerously close to White Rey as he continues checking on Matt Stone. Now with three competitors down near him, White Rey has to start a ten count to see if they reach it!!

 

Johnny Vegas: First count of the night!

 

Terra Skye: I'm surprised Lee isn't down there with them!

 

Ray Payne: She hases takens quites da beatings too yo!

 

White Rey begins the count on Matt Stone, Gordon Fury and SynnStar Saint, all at the same time!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

SynnStar Saint begins to stir, putting her arms down on the concrete to push herself up.

 

Three!

 

SynnStar Saint back up to one knee.

 

Four!

 

Gordon Fury beginning to stir now. Devon Cole walks over from the other side of the ring and pulls Saint back up to her feet just long enough to break her ten count. Saint is clear to continue, however, Cole turns her and drills her on the concrete floor with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep!! The Legion 'Ooohs!' Loudly at this.

 

Five!

 

Fury reaches for the Ring Apron and uses it to pull himself back to one knee. Matt Stone beginning to stir now.

 

Six!

 

Fury pulls himself up to both feet. This breaks the count for him.

 

Seven!

 

Stone's moving slowly, having a hard time rolling over to his side. He's able to get himself up to both knees though.

 

Eight!

 

Stone summons some inner strength to push himself up to one knee. Fury decides Stone will beat the ten count and pulls Stone back to his feet. This breaks the count for Stone!!!

 

Terra Skye: They're all back up!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: GO STONE!

 

Vivian Lee hops over the barricade in pursuit of Sam Amos. She finds him trying to get back to his feet. Amos is up to a vertical base but his left knee is obviously bothering him – it must have come into some sort of bad contact with the metal barricade during the impact and the subsequent tumble. Lee comes charging in and dives with a chop block that has Amos screaming into the faces of the Legion directly. Amos crumbles down where the barrier wall is located. That barrier wall is used for indoor soccer games. It's the only thing that separates the floor seats from the main bleacher section, and the Carnage Legion is loving that Vivian Lee is choosing to take the action that way. She doesn't care that Amos is in a lot of pain, she decides to use the awkward footing of the bleachers to her advantage. White Rey sees out of the corner of his eye, Lee attempt to pick Amos up for an Electric Chair Drop attempt – perhaps going for the Bad Medicine on the bleachers!! But Amos' knee won't allow him to stand up long enough for Lee to even get Amos in position, so instead she has to settle for something else. The crowd cools down when Lee spins Amos back around for a different maneuver, but the fire quickly picks right back up when she grunts while hoisting Amos up in a Samoan Drop position! With his body on her shoulders, she shows an impressive display of strength as she begins walking up the bleachers one step at a time! Cole gets up to his knees as he looks down upon SynnStarr Saint and the destruction that he just caused. That front-falling Russian Leg Sweep sent her face crashing into the concrete, and may have knocked her out cold. After the first ten count went with all three competitors making their way back to their feet, White Rey must start over after checking SynnStarr a second time.

 

One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!

 

Devon Cole looks confident that he may have the first elimination to his name.

 

Six!

 

Out of the corner of White Rey's eye, he sees something happening between Amos and Lee. He cannot stop them from whatever it is they are trying to do. He's obligated to finish the count on Saint.

 

Seven!

 

SynnStarr begins to stir, which gains cheers from the Carnage Legion!

 

Eight!

 

Saint reaches for the ring apron to help pull herself up. She's up to one knee now!

 

Nine!

 

She grits her teeth and fights through the pain!

 

Te-No! Saint back up to both feet!

 

White Rey signals that SynnStar Saint can continue!

Fury pulls Stone up and he's got the same thing in mind. This time, though, he's going to nail the Fury Driver on the concrete floor and finish off Matt Stone for good. Stone is too far gone within the pain of the first Fury Driver to stop Gordon from easily manipulating him. Fury does as he did before, throwing Stone's arm up over his head and neck so that he can hoist the Showman up high in the air. He gets up all the way up in the vertical suplex position, but Stone somehow has the wherewithal to allow himself to flip forward and land on his feet on the concrete floor. Fury quickly turns but in doing so he runs right into a Matt Stone S-T-Owned!! Fury not only hits the concrete floor back first, but there's a whiplash effect when the back of his head hits the ground as well. Fury looks to be out cold, except, White Rey has already started a ten count on SynnStar Saint. Stone looks up to see Rey counting down someone else, and he throws his arms up in a show of frustration. Instead of arguing, though, Stone takes the moment to roll over and catch a bit of a breather. Stone wraps his arms up over his head and neck and lays in a defensive position next to Fury, perhaps to keep other competitors from rushing in and trying to pick him off in this vulnerable state. After listening and hearing the crowd react, Stone looks up to see that Vivian Lee is actively carrying Samuel Amos up the stairs of the bleachers, one step at a time. He thinks for a moment, looking around at the Carnage surrounding him. He decides to pull himself back up to his feet and move to hop over the barricade. Stone pursues Lee as she gets Amos to the very top of the bleachers.

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit Vivian Lee is showing why she's so damned good.

 

Johnny Vegas: Forget her... Stone is gonna take care of her quick.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes dat Mistah Fury gets up yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Someone's gotta go sometime, Ray. Might as well be Fury.

 

Terra Skye: SynnStarr is also showing that just because she's a woman in this match, that she is just as tough as the rest of them.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Cole is showing dat he's quite da toughie too yo.

 

Vivian Lee reaches the very top of the bleachers with Amos on her back. All eyes in the Du Burns Arena turns towards whatever Lee is about to do next. She looks down along the sides of the bleachers and notices a sheer drop of about twenty feet on either side. Amos sees this, too, and he begins fighting his way off of Lee's back. Stone, now working his way through the floor seats of the crowd, reaches over and steals one of the steel folding chairs along the way. He folds it up and then starts ascending the bleachers where Amos and Lee are. Lee's running out of strength, though, and the repeated blasts of Amos' elbow to the side of her head nearly force her to give in and set Amos back down on his feet. Instead, though, she decides to just spin Amos around and drill him with the Samoan Driver right at the top bleacher seat!!

 

“Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!”

 

The Amos' head comes in direct contact with the bare metal of the bleacher seat and his body falls over the top two rows of seating in a complete heap. Lee stands up to look over her own brand of Carnage but as soon as she does she is drilled in the back with a vicious chairshot from behind!

 

“Ooooohhhh!!!”

 

Vivian drops down to her knees, her upper body propped up by the top bleacher seat, itself. Stone cocks the chair back and swings it strongly over his head, slamming it down with a conchairto style shot that smashes Lee's head between the two metallic objects!!

 

“OHHHHHHHH!!!!”

 

“C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!”

 

Johnny Vegas: There is NO way that Lee is gonna recover from that.

 

Terra Skye: She's done it before.

 

White Rey pushes past Devon Cole to go hop the barricade and make his way up to where Vivian Lee and Samuel Amos are down. This draws Devon Cole's attention away from continuing to stomp SynnStarr saint back down to the floor and now he decides to go hop the barricade as well. He follows the Senior Referee through the crowd and it takes them a while just to get to the steps and to climb them. SynnStarr uses the apron once more to pull herself back to her feet and she notices Gordon Fury doing so as well. SynnStarr turns and snatches Fury up into a front face lock, spinning him around to throw his legs up onto the ring apron. With Fury's legs suspended on the ring apron, SynnStarr pulls Fury out and into position and then drops him down with a Synn Special on the concrete floor! The maneuver seemed to have hurt SynnStarr, too.. but adrenaline is starting to flow again and Saint wants to get back into this matchup. She pulls herself up with a deep groan and leaves Fury behind. She sees that most of the action is now happening at the top of the bleachers and she decides to go join in the fun.

 

Ray Payne: Looks like everyone iz headings toward da bleachahs yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah except Fury, who is WAY behind.

 

Senior Referee Rey at the top of the bleacher steps, he checks on Amos, who is now stirring, and Vivian Lee, who isn't. He begins the count on both competitors as they lay among the Carnage Legion.

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

Matt Stone is standing above Rey holding the Steel Chair in hand. He doesn't realize that Devon Cole is ascending the stairs behind him.

 

Three!

 

Amos reaches out for something, anything to help him back to his feet. A member of the audience takes his hand.

 

Four!

 

Stone's grinning, but not for long. Cole grabs Stone from behind, capturing him in a quick waistlock and simply release German Suplexing him into the crowd on the other side of the aisleway of the bleachers!

 

Five!

 

Amos uses help from the Audience to get back to his feet. Amos is able to continue.

 

Six!

 

Devon Cole stands back up and he's proud that he's knocked over about ten people with Matt Stone's body.

 

Seven!

 

Vivian Lee just now beginning to stir.

 

Eight!

 

Amos stands up on the bleacher, still favoring his knee. He charges, attempting to leap over Vivian Lee and catch Devon Cole with a flying cross body! The jump fails, though, and he lands right into the clutches of Cole instead. Cole transitions Amos' momentum into a wicked overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Amos crashing right into Matt Stone!

 

Nine!

 

SynnStarr is up to grab Cole from behind.. but Vivian Lee is able to grab SynnStarr's trunks in passing. She uses SynnStarr's momentum to jar her own self back up to a vertical position right before the count of ten!

 

Senior Referee White Rey Acknowledges that Vivian Lee remains in the match!

 

Terra Skye: Told you, asshole!!

 

Johnny Vegas: SHIT!

 

Ray Payne: Da crowd iz really lovings dis yo.

 

 

Lee crumbles right back down to the bleacher seat, though, clutching her head in pain. SynnStar turns her attention to Lee, stepping up onto the bleacher and then raising her right boot high in the air above Vivian's head. Saint stomps straight down on the back of Lee's head, smashing her once more into that very same spot in the bleacher seating. This time, Lee decides to fall backwards for her own protection. White Rey calls for the nearby Legion to please keep a distance while Saint grabs Lee by the back of her neck to help force her back to a vertical base. Now at the very top of the bleachers, there's a six foot wide concrete walkway that leads to the bathrooms and the concessions area at ground level here in the Du Burns Arena. Saint walks Lee over to a glass partition that separates this concourse from the bleachers. Saint takes one look at the glass pane and then back at Lee. She pulls Lee in close and goes for a suplex through the glass!! Vivian Lee then desperately throws forearm after forearm, somehow managing to break free from Saint's grasp. Lee takes a couple steps backwards, and then handstands up to get a modified headscissors hold on Saint, and then finishes the maneuver by flipping Saint over with a Handstand Headscissors Takedown! Saint flips over Vivian, and hits the edge of the bleacher steps where she begins tumbling all the way back down to the ring-level floor!

 

“C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!”

 

Lee stands herself back up to watch Saint tumble down the long flight of metallic steps all the way down with a grin. The blissful moment is short-lived.

Amos flies right into Stone which only serves to knock down even more of the Carnage Legion surrounding them! There's a large commotion as the crowd now actively trying to clear the way for these wrestlers to compete, there's really no where for anyone to go at the top of these bleachers. Cole grabs Amos first and pulls him back up to his feet, but Amos takes advantage of this by sweeping Cole's legs out with a double leg takedown before Cole can perform any real offense. Amos holds Cole in a slingshot position now, looking backward to see where Stone is in relation to the two of them. Amos launches Cole in the direction of Stone, but now Stone is waiting with a MLG 360 No Scope Cutter in between two bleacher seats! Both Stone and Cole land at an awkward angle. Stone's the first back up and he notices Senior Referee White Rey making honest yet desperate attempts to clear the audience out of the way. Stone sees that Rey is in no position to make the count on Cole, so he begins to lift Cole back up to his feet. Amos, however, comes running in off of the higher bleacher seat and manages to jump into a seated position on Matt Stone's shoulders! For a moment, it appears as if Stone is going to counter Amos' offense with a powerbomb, but Amos transitions the jump into a spike hurricanrana.. the InfAMOS!!!

 

“C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!”

 

Both Amos and Stone are out and they're lying on the floor between bleacher seats. Cole pulls himself up to shake off the cobwebs and survey the damage around him. He looks up to see Vivian Lee standing on the concourse walkway.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god!

 

Johnny Vegas: There's nothing more satisfying than watching someone tumble down a set of stairs.

 

Ray Payne: You is sick, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh stop it... I'm flattered.

 

Terra Skye: And what about that InfAMOS by Samuel Amos?!

 

Johnny Vegas: I've seen better.

 

Ray Payne: Bullshits Johnny.

 

Cole sneakily climbs over the bleacher seats to stand on the very top bleacher. He notices that Vivian Lee isn't watching him at all. He runs forward, and leaps from the bleacher seating to a nearby handrailing. He uses the handrailing to vault himself forward and right at Vivian Lee – catching her squarely in the chest with a huge missle dropkick!!

 

Lee goes flying backwards, into the glass partition!! There's a loud sound of Glass Shattering when Vivian Lee's body flies right through the glass wall!!!

 

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

 

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Didn't see that coming, not one bit!

 

Ray Payne: I don't thinks dat Miss Kyra iz gunna be happies to finds out dat she haz tah pay fur dat glass wall now...

 

White Rey doesn't quite know where to turn next. All six competitors are hurting and are now showing extended periods of downtime. Cole is down even though he hit the huge dropkick that sent Lee flying through the glass; Amos is just now stirring after hitting Matt Stone with the InfAMOS. Gordon Fury is just now falling over the barricade and he's got eyes on SynnStarr Saint who's still laying at the bottom of the bleacher steps. Rey focuses his attention onto Amos who wills himself back to his feet and takes the few steps up to the walkway where Devon Cole is still laying. Cole must've bounced his head off of the concrete trying to perform the devastating maneuver on Lee. Amos slowly pulls Cole back up to his feet and drills Cole with a few knife edge chops that he knew would get the crowd 'Woo!'ing. Cole stumbles backwards through the hole where the glass wall used to be, the pieces of broken glass crunching underneath his wrestling boots.

 

Terra Skye: I don't think any of them are going to give up, no matter how beaten up they are.

 

Ray Payne: Who evah wins dis yo.. Miss Dazi will has a fight comins fur her yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Truth. Considering what they've done already in this match...

 

White Rey checks on Stone and considers starting a count on him, yet for some ungodly reason Stone has actually started stirring after the InfAMOS on the Bleachers. Stone can't quite get his feet underneath of himself, but he slides along the bleacher seating nicely as he drags himself closer to the steps. At the bottom of the steps, Gordon Fury has grabbed SynnStarr Saint by her hair and has forced her back to her feet, and is taking her right back up the same flight of steps she just tumbled down minutes ago. Saint tries to fight Fury off with a few clubbing blows to Fury's midsection, but Fury retaliates with a front kick that catches Saint right in the face and nearly knocks a few of Saint's teeth out.

 

Amos grabs Cole by the head and drags him towards the t-shirt table where Bertha is still trying to shill Carnage Wrestling merchandise. Amos slams Devon Cole into the table face first, which causes Cole to stumble forward and away from Amos at the same time. Amos goes to follow Cole, but Cole grabs a ketchup bottle from the Hot Dog cart and squirts some right into Sam's face! Amos seems more angered by this than hindered, but it's just enough time for Cole to duck Amos next haymaker attempt and to drop Amos where he stands with a huge neckbreaker on the concrete floor below. Members of the Legion have now abandoned their seats and are following Amos and Cole as they fight near the front door of the Arena. Cole seemed to take a lot out of himself as well with that neckbreaker, and he instinctively goes for a cover in a match where there is none. With the pain being so intense, no one questions the tactics of either competitor right now.

 

Cole is the first one back to his feet, but he's really holding his lower back now. He turns around to see Amos struggling on the ground, who is clutching his head and neck area. Cole pulls Amos back to his feet and Amos is almost deadweight by this point. Cole turns Amos towards the front door and irish whips him towards it! Amos hits the door hard and the door gives way; Amos' momentum carries him all the way outside to the front steps of the Du Burns Arena! Cole steps out to follow him, and it's clear how cold it is outside with the blizzard conditions and the fact that Amos and Cole can both see their own breath. CW chants start rolling now as members of the Carnage Legion follow the two men outside of the front door and out into the streets of Baltimore. With traffic driving by slowly on nearby Boston Street, Cole runs forward and nearly slips while delivering a punt kick to Amos' rib cage on the slippery front steps. Amos goes rolling all the way down to ground level. 'This is Awesome' chants begin from the crowd that is now growing in numbers as more members of the Legion race outside to witness the action first hand.

Stone pulls himself off of the bleacher seat and falls down to the bleacher floor a few steps below the concession level concourse. He has to use the railings to pull himself back to his feet, and he nearly stumbles when he tries to take his first step or two. Stone wills himself up to the spot of the broken glass; he too steps through the hole where Lee's body went through the glass wall. Upon reaching the other side, he sees Lee trying to push herself to her feet, and she's battered and very bloody. The glass left many cuts along her arms and body, and this doesn't bode well for Vivian Lee's chances going forward. Stone grabs Lee up by her head and pieces of glass fall from her body as she's forced back to a vertical base. Stone doesn't even change his grip; with his hand on the back of Vivian Lee's head he begins to run and forces her to run along with him. Lee tries to put on the brakes, but she can't stop Stone nor break his grip. Stone appears to be aiming for another section of the glass wall, but at the last second he turns and slams Vivian Lee face first into the Men's Bathroom Door!! Lee puts her hands up in time, regardless, she smashes into the door and falls forward into the Men's Bathroom anyway. Stone follows her inside the bathroom, but he's instantly met with a kick to the gut that forces him right back out into the hallway.

 

Vivian Lee is back up and she bursts through the Men's Bathroom Door and she doesn't seem too pleased. She grabs Matt Stone by his head and neck and pulls him back to his feet, only to throw him headfirst into the Women's Bathroom Door!! Stone goes tumbling inside the room, managing to keep his feet beneath him as he grabs a hold of a sink to steady himself. Screams from women using the restroom are heard when they see Stone enter, but they are only doubled when blood-covered Vivian Lee enters the restroom behind Stone and smashes his face into a mirror! The mirror breaks upon impact, and Stone stumbles backwards right into an open stall! Lee holds onto the threshold of the stall as she lifts her boot up and begins to mudhole stomp Matt Stone as he's seated upon the toilet!

Gordon Fury has SynnStar Saint by the hair again and he brings her up to where all of the action is happening. Fury, now, has an eye for that twenty foot drop that's waiting on either side of the bleacher seating and he's got the prospect of ending SynnStar's chances in mind. He starts dragging her through the aisle of the bleachers, passing members of the Carnage Legion as they move towards the precarious edge. Twenty feet down the row, they reach the spot where there's only a metal handrail between them and certain injury below. Fury peers over the railing once before grabbing SynnStar Saint up and placing her in Vertical Suplex position. Fury couldn't possibly be looking for a Fury Driver from this height, could he? Fury attempts to lift Saint up, but Saint kicks her legs to keep Fury from being able to lift her up all of the way. Saint drops down to her feet and manages to catch Fury with a stunning blow – a knee to the temple. Fury grips his head and stands upright. Saint clutches him from down low and hoists him up into a quick Firemans carry position! She's going for the That's Synntastic 2!!! The Legion can't believe what they're seeing as Fury manages to grab a hold of the railing and hold on for dear life! At the very last moment, a well placed elbow from Fury manages to get his feet back safely down on the bleachers.

 

Fury decides to push himself away from Saint and get distance, walking all the way back down the row to the steps and making the hard right turn instead of the left. Fury hops up the steps and decides step right through the hole that Vivian's body left in the glass wall. Saint isn't too far behind, though, and Fury can tell this when he hears the crunching of glass beneath Saint's wrestling boots. Fury turns and tries to sneak attack SynnStarr with a clothesline, but Saint counters with a quick kick to the gut. Saint grabs Fury into a front face lock and drills him with a DDT onto the broken glass shards!!

 

Terra Skye: Well, they've officially made it outside...

 

Ray Payne: And intah da Bathrooms yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: And right up there! Hah.

 

Terra Skye: The Du-Burns Arena will never be the same after this fight.

 

Johnny Vegas: We might not even be allowed back here after this...

 

White Rey is standing over Gordon Fury who's clutching his face in pain, and SynnStarr Saint who had probably gathered a few shards of glass as well. He looks over to the front door where Amos and Cole exited the Arena and then over to the Women's Bathroom Area where Lee is dragging Stone out by his wrist. Stone's head and upper body are soaking wet, as well as the seat of his pants. White Rey doesn't know where to begin, or who to count. He starts counting for Saint and Fury.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

Three!

 

Saint's stirring, up to one knee. She's checking her arms for cuts now.

 

Four!

 

Vivian Lee kicks Saint right in the gut, knocking her back down. This, however, breaks Saint's count. She's free to continue.

 

Five!

 

Gordon Fury places his hands down on the broken glass, immediately pulling the palm of his hand back up to pull a shard of glass out.

 

Six!

 

Fury rolls over onto his side, and finds a clear spot where he can push himself back up to one knee. His face is bleeding, as well as the palms of his hands.

 

Seven!

 

Fury is back up to both feet. But he can barely see. White Rey signals that all competitors made it back to their feet in time!

 

Johnny Vegas: And still.. No one is eliminated!

 

Terra Skye: They are showing what Carnage is all about, that's for damn sure.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes some of dese guys sticks around Carnage yo...

 

Terra Skye: Me too, Ray.

 

Vivian Lee notices that Gordon Fury is blinded, and she takes the opportunity to grab him from behind and shove him full force towards the hot dog cart! Fury crashes face and shoulder first into the cart, knocking it completely over and sending him and it tumbling! Gordon ends up laying in a pool of scolding hot water and hot dogs and he's screaming in sheer agony as the result. Lee only gets a moment to enjoy her handywork as Stone is back up and decides to pay her back for the toilet incident. Stone places his shoulder against Lee's back and he just starts running with all of his might, pushing Lee towards the front doorway where she slams face first into a door once again, this time though the door doesn't give way and she feels the full brunt of the force that sent her there. Stone then kicks the door open so that Vivian falls through the threshold and out to the blizzard conditions in the front of the building. The amassed Legion cheer when they see a Bloody Vivian Lee and Matt Stone follow Amos and Cole out to the outside of the arena.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's cold out there guys!

 

Terra Skye: Don't think they really care, Johnny.

 

Ray Payne: Dey wills yo.

 

It doesn't take SynnStar Saint long to grab up Gordon Fury and pull him towards the front door as well. The Carnage Tron 20 screen is doing a great job of keeping up with the Wrestlers as they take the Brawl literally out to the streets of Baltimore in front of the Du Burns Arena itself. Amos and Devon Cole are exchanging weakly thrown right hand shots and each time they gasp for air, a large plume of body heat exhales visibly – draining their energy even more than before. SynnStarr tries to drag Gordon Fury a bit further, but now on the front steps, Fury is able to grab a handrailing and refuse to be manipulated any further. Saint turns and tries to lay the boot to Fury, but Fury responds with a strong chop that has the Baltimore crowd screaming 'Woo!' in response! Fury runs forward with a huge lariat attempt, except SynnStar Saint throws her arm out as well, and the two end up clotheslining each other down to the cold brick below!

 

Johnny Vegas: Ouch.

 

Terra Skye: I see your point, Ray.

 

Ray Payne: Exactlies yo.

 

Cole begins to get the upper hand on Amos, but that's when Matt Stone comes in from behind with a double axe handle that smashes Devon Cole across his back. Cole stumbles forward, falling into a snow drift about ten feet away from the road. Stone nearly stumbles himself, the ground still having patches of snow, and now ice that has frozen over now that the sun is down. Stone begins to stalk Cole as he moves to pull him out of the drift, but Amos comes running forward with a front double-leg dropkick that sends Matt Stone flying into the snow next to Devon Cole!!!

 

Terra Skye: God damn!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I wish Stone would just win this and get it over with!

 

Ray Payne: I think dat he is tryins ta win yo.. But I thinks dat Mistah Amos iz gunna win.

 

Terra Skye: I don't know... They all have a really good chance, as far as they've taken it so far.

 

Amos hit the ground hard in order to perform that maneuver. Suddenly, there's a commotion from the crowd that's surrounding the action outside. White Rey is trying very hard to keep the crowd inside the building and away from the action; he doesn't even see his boss J.D. Mohr go running right by him to go grab Samuel Amos!! There's loud boos when Bullrush charges right down the front steps of the Du Burns arena, and right when Samuel Amos is just about to get back to his feet he turns and eats a huge SPEAR from Bullrush!!!

 

Terra Skye: Seriously?

 

Johnny Vegas: I've gotta give it to him, he's on a roll tonight...

 

Terra Skye: SERIOUSLY?!?!

 

Bullrush is not done. He pulls Amos up to his feet and throws him clean out into Boston street! A nearby car lays on the horn and the brakes as it starts to slide in an attempt to miss hitting Samuel Amos! The sedan is just barely able to turn enough that it plows into a snow drift alongside Amos instead of running him down, but that doesn't stop Bullrush at all. Bullrush steps out into the road and grabs Amos by the back of the head and he drags him clear across to the other side of the street. When Mohr looks up, all he sees is the water from the Baltimore Inner Harbor.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Kyra is not gunna be happies yo...

 

Terra Skye: She's probably gonna get sued because of all this!

 

Johnny Vegas: This has been one of the BEST pay per views I've ever seen.

 

Terra Skye: You'd think so... Jesus.

 

Bullrush pulls Amos into a standing headscissors position, he hoists Amos up onto his shoulders and he drills him down onto the sidewalk with a huge SPINAL TAP!! Amos bounces off of the sidewalk and he's out cold in more ways than one. The Legion is booing loudly, and now that Senior Referee White Rey sees that Amos is being attacked by the boss, he now scurries across Boston Street the best he can without getting hit by cars to check on Amos and offer aide.

 

Terra Skye: This is disgusting.

 

Ray Payne: Agreeds yo.

 

Before Rey can reach Amos, though, Bullrush pulls Amos back to his feet. Bullrush lifts the lifeless Amos high onto his shoulders once more, turning himself towards the water, and delivering another SPINAL TAP into the INNER HARBOR!!! There's a huge splash of the ice cold water when Amos gets hurled in by Mohr!!! White Rey immediately stops dead in his tracks, and turns back to rush towards the Du Burns arena to call for Medical Help right away. Bullrush is seen laughing as he slowly crosses the street back to the arena side, not giving a damn if any traffic is coming or not.

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit.

 

Ray Payne: It's not times fur da Polah Bear plunge yets yo!

 

Terra Skye: He's a sick man...

 

White Rey is frantically scrambling for help. EMTs and Trainers come running out the front doors and they rush across Boston Street to aide Samuel Amos. There's an absolute shock that falls over the Carnage Legion! Not a single voice from the Legion either outside nor still in the building watching the action unfold on the Carnage Tron screen. Bullrush calmly walks over to White Rey, who is absolutely beside himself in anger. Bullrush tells White Rey to signal Samuel Amos' elimination from the match.

 

Terra Skye: What a bastard!!!

 

With extreme behest, and begrudgingly so, Rey throws his arm up to signal that a competitor has been eliminated. He makes the hand gesture that signals that it's Samuel Amos who has been eliminated from the match.

 

CW Admin: Samuel Amos has been eliminated.

 

The EMTs and Training Staff are having extreme difficulty just locating Amos at this time, a couple members have even dove right into the water exposing themselves to the crippling low temperatures in an attempt to save a mans life. Bullrush steps right over SynnStar Saint and Gordon Fury as the two of them are working their way back to their feet. Somehow White Rey has got to gather himself and finish his duties for the rest of the match. With Bullrush disappearing off into the parking lot of the Du burns Arena, it seems that five competitors are left in this Brawl which has now spilled onto the streets of Baltimore.

 

Ray Payne: It's jus not dat fun anymores yo...

 

Terra Skye: I don't know what Kyra saw in him.

 

Johnny Vegas: She should've groveled at his fucking feet for christs sake! Now she's lost the BEST man she could ever have found... that actually wanted her ugly ass.

 

SynnStar and Gordon Fury are both back to their feet at the same time, both of them standing on the middle stoop of the steps. SynnStarr throws a strong right hand that Gordon Fury ducks, and then Fury unloads with a furious flurry of punches and kicks that have SynnStarr reeling as a result. His spirit will not be broken, he charges at Saint with every last bit of energy he has but Vivian Lee appears from nowhere to shove Saint clear out of Fury's path! Fury, unable to stop his own momentum, goes traveling off and down the steps and ends up crashing on the bricks below.

 

Terra Skye: It seems that none of them know what has happened..

 

Ray Payne: We gots ta finish callin da match, Miss Terra.

 

Cole and Stone pull themselves out of the snow, each man shivering as they first take a few moments to brush the access snow off of themselves before continuing. Cole grabs Stone first, and drags him over to where the car had crashed in the snow bank and slams Stone's face down on the hood of the car! The driver, now standing on the side of the road, yells at the two men as Cole begins to ascend the car and drag Stone up on the hood along with him. Cole calls for the end as he stands Matt Stone upright and clutches him for a Mayhem Spike on the hood of the car.. he delivers it!! Stone goes bouncing off of the hood of the automobile after receiving the MAYHEM SPIKE!! He lands prone in Boston Street!

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't hit my boy!!!

 

Terra Skye: I hate you so much.

 

Ray Payne: Now, now Miss Terra..

 

Terra Skye: SHUT UP!

 

Referee White Rey doesn't notice that Stone is down, though, and Cole is upset by this. Cole sees that White Rey is checking on Gordon Fury, who is trying to work his way back to his feet but seems to be having real difficulties putting any weight on the right leg – Fury's clutching the knee area. Vivian Lee suddenly appears right beside White Rey. She pulls Gordon Fury back up to his feet, which in and of itself is extremely agonizing for him. Just then, SynnStarr Saint enters the fray with a running big boot that nearly takes Vivian Lee's head off! Saint immediately grabs Fury and folds his head under into a standing headscissors. Fury tries to fight out of it, but the cuts on the palms of his hands keep him from being able to push SynnStarr away. She grabs a hold of Fury's waist and pulls him up into piledriver position. She hits That's Synntastic!! on the brick sidewalk!!

 

Ray Payne: YO!

 

White Rey immediately drops to check on Gordon Fury. Fury isn't moving at all. Neither is Vivian Lee who's still down from the boot. White Rey begins a count.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

Three!

 

Devon Cole hops off of the car hood, he's making his way over to where White Rey is.

 

Four!

 

Five!

 

Six!

 

Vivian Lee just barely beginning to stir. The blood loss has really affected her.

 

Seven!

 

Eight!

 

Gordon Fury begins to stir. Vivian Lee reaches her arm up into the sky, just managing to grab one of the railings from the steps.

 

Nine!

 

Lee is able to pull herself up and throw her feet beneath her. Fury's arm reaches to the sky, but goes limp.

 

Ten!

 

White Rey makes a signal towards the arena. He raises his hand and makes a gesture, pointing towards Gordon Fury. The Legion, both outside and inside, boo this development.

 

CW Admin: Gordon Fury has been eliminated.

 

Ray Payne: Oh no...

 

Johnny Vegas: YES! YES I SAY!

 

Devon Cole grabs White Rey from behind and spins him around, pointing over to where Matt Stone is just now stirring out in Boston Street. White Rey immediately runs over to where Stone is. Meanwhile, Cole takes a vicious shot – a lariat straight to the back of his head from SynnStar Saint. Cole drops down to both knees and then faceplants himself in some snow while grasping the back of his head. Now he's down and Saint looks to see where White Rey is. Saint grabs Cole out of the snow and starts to drag him across the bricks to where White Rey is, but Rey is a good fifty feet away at this point.

 

Johnny Vegas: Devon Cole... Bane of my existance.

 

Terra Skye: Because he's tryin to get 'your boy' out of this match?

 

Johnny Vegas: Precicsly

 

Ray Payne: Or maybes Mistah Cole is da bettah Wrestlah.

 

Johnny Vegas: You shut your mouth right now.

 

Vivian Lee is back up and she's got the advantage with Saint's back turned towards her. Vivian scours the front area of the Du Burns arena for something to use.. a weapon or anything really. Her attention is soon called by a member of the Carnage Legion who is holding a bottle of hairspray. As Vivian approaches this mystery woman, the woman hands over the can of hairspray and then shrouds herself quickly, attempting to disappear back into the crowd. It becomes very obvious that the mystery woman was, in fact, Vivian's tag team partner Shirlea Frost!

 

Johnny Vegas: OH SHIT.

 

Terra Skye: One is never far from the other.

 

Armed with the can of spray, she now stalks Saint as Saint continues to drag Cole towards White Rey. Off in the distance, Matt Stone is visibly stirring and White Rey is checking up on him. Vivian Lee sneaks up behind Saint and taps her on the shoulder. Saint drops Cole and swings around with a massive clubbing backhand that would have taken Vivian's head off if she had not have ducked before hand. She aims the spray right into SynnStarr's eyes and hits her mark perfectly. SynnStarr screams out as she stumbles backwards clutching her eyes which are now burning from the spray. Lee drops the spray and grabs Saint by the back of her head and starts charging with her towards the disabled car. Lee grunts loudly as she throws Saint with all of her might face first into the passenger side window of the car, shattering it upon impact!

 

“Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”

 

“C-Dub! C-Dub! C-Dub! C-Dub!”

 

White Rey is completely startled by this as SynnStar hangs half way in, half way out of the car that crashed into the snow drift on Boston Street. A blood soaked Vivian Lee pulls SynnStar Saint out from the window and now Saint is trickling blood as well. The crowd grows weary as to what Vivian Lee plans to do next. She reaches into the car and carefully unlocks the passenger door. Lee opens the door and then places SynnStarr Saint's head in the doorway of the car! Vivian Lee cocks the door back and slams it into the side of SynnStarr Saint's head!!

 

Terra Skye: I really don't want to mess with Vivian Lee after this.

 

Ray Payne: Whut is you talkins about yo? I doesn't wanna messes wif none of dese guys yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't help but to agree... This is brutal.

 

Saint falls down to the blacktop below and she's out cold. Vivian Lee stands directly over her and talks smack, not allowing White Rey to come in and even check on Saint before making the count. Vivian Lee laughs, covered in her own, and now Saint's blood, when she stands up and finally lets White Rey make the count. She backs away slowly, but Devon Cole catches her from behind, and hits her with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep that sends Lee face first onto the hood of the car!!! The Legion roars!

 

Terra Skye: They're both down now!

 

White Rey checks on both competitors. Both Saint and Lee are down. He begins a count.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

Three!

 

Devon Cole is stirring, pulling himself back up with the aide of the left front tire of the car.

 

Four!

 

Matt Stone is using the front bumper of the car, pulling himself back up as well.

 

Five!

 

Six!

 

SynnStarr Saint begins to stir. Vivian Lee is still out cold.

 

Seven!

 

Eight!

 

SynnStarr reaches over for Vivian Lee, grabbing her.

 

Nine!

 

Saint pulls herself over top of Lee, trying to use Lee's body to help herself back to her feet.

 

Ten!!

 

White Rey raises his hand up and this time raises two fingers. He points to both SynnStarr Saint and Vivian Lee. This doesn't stop Saint from mounting Vivian Lee, and begin throwing punches down to her!

 

CW Admin: SynnStarr Saint and Vivian Lee have been eliminated.

 

Johnny Vegas: I sense a feud brewing between these two...

 

Terra Skye: Uh, yeah, considering they're still fighting after being eliminated.

 

Both competitors bloody and battered, Lee begins to cover herself up from the punches. White Rey has to literally pull Saint off of Lee until EMTs and Training Staff arrive. After they do so, Rey turns his attention back to Cole and Stone, both men having made it back up onto the hood of that car.

 

Ray Payne: It's down tah Mistah Cole and Mistah Stone now, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: KNOCK HIS PRETTY BOY TEETH OUT STONE!!!

 

Terra Skye: COME ON COLE!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Really?

 

Terra Skye: You bet your sweet ass..

 

Cole and Stone trade weakly thrown punches as each man seem to want to be the first to make it up on the roof of the sedan. Cole's punches seem to carry a bit more weight, and Cole slides himself up onto the roof first. Stone isn't far behind, attempting to slide himself up the windshield to meet Devon Cole on the very top of the car. Traffic is scarce because of the blizzard condition, but still fighting out in Boston Street is just as bit as dangerous as ever. This truly has turned into the Baltimore City Brawl.

 

Terra Skye: This is insanity.

 

Devon pulls Stone back to his feet, and now both men stand facing each other on the roof of the car. Devon throws a right hand, followed by Stone who replies with a right of his own. There's seconds between each shot, as it appears that it's taking every bit of energy for either man to keep themselves from falling off of the top of the car. Cole gets the upper hand, the crowd outside cheering in the cold when Cole hits one right hand, then another, and then another. Matt Stone nearly falls off of the back of the car! He waives his arms frantically to try to keep his balance!! Cole grabs him by his tights and pulls him forward, right into a MAYHEM SPIKE!!!

 

NO!!

 

Johnny Vegas: NO!! HAHA!

 

Terra Skye: Fuck off.

 

Matt Stone pushes Cole off!!! Cole does everything he can not to fall off of the top of the car! Now it's Cole waiving his arms frantically for balance. Stone grabs him and spins him around, and goes for a C-C-Combobreaker!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: YESSS!!!

 

NO!!!

 

Terra Skye: Think again buddy!

 

Devon Cole blocks the attempt!! He drops down to the roof of the car, and rolls himself backward so that he lands on his feet in the middle of Boston Street. Stone sees this and he runs and leaps off of the car!! NO!!! Stone fakes the leap and it's enough for Cole to leap into the air with an attempted Mayhem Spike! But air is all that Cole gets and he ends up landing hard on his back on the asphalt beneath him!! Cole hits hard but spins himself right back up to one knee, looking upward to see where Matt Stone is.

 

Now Stone leaps off, he buries his knee against Devon Cole's face on the way down, and hits a HUGE C-C-COMBOBREAKER in the middle of BOSTON STREET!!!

 

Ray Payne: I bets Boston Streets nevah seen nuttin like dis yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'm surprised the police aren't here yet.

 

Johnny Vegas: Please... they know how Carnage Wrestling rolls.

 

Both competitors are lying prone in the middle of Boston Street, neither one of them moving. White Rey first checks for traffic first, but then checks both competitors and neither one of them are answering. White Rey starts a ten count on both men, even though they're the last two competitors left in the match!

 

One!

 

Two!

 

Three!

 

Both men begin stirring slowly. Matt Stone getting the early upper hand by rolling on his side.

 

Four!

 

Five!

 

Devon Cole raising his arm up to the sky, willing himself to get back up.

 

Six!

 

Seven!

 

Matt Stone tries to push himself up to one knee, but Devon Cole grabs him and keeps him from standing up!

 

Eight!

 

Devon Cole back up to one knee! Stone now trying to hold him down!

 

Nine!

 

Both men fighting to hold the other one down! But both men also trying to fight their way up at the same time!

 

TE-

 

Both competitors get back to their feet!!!!

 

Terra Skye: I cannot believe this!

 

Both men struggle with their arms wrapped firmly around each others neck! Cole knees Stone in the gut!! Stone doubles over!!! Cole leaps for the MAYHEM SPIKE!!!! STONE'S ABLE TO SHOVE COLE AWAY AGAIN!!!

 

Ray Payne: Dey is gunna fights all nite at dis point yo.

 

Cole stumbles out into the other lane of Boston Street. He looks up, and sees a car coming right for him! Cole does the only thing he can, he dives back towards Stone and towards safety!!!

 

Stone catches him with another C-C-COMBOBREAKER!!! The Legion boos wildly!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow. Either get hit by a car... or get hit by a car... Nice. I'm loving this.

 

Terra Skye: That... was....

 

Ray Payne: HOLY SHIZZZ YO.

 

White Rey's heart can't take much more of this. He bends down to check on Devon Cole, who appears to have been knocked out cold. Stone places his left arm up onto the front bumper of the disabled car as he watches White Rey begin the count.

 

One!

 

Two!

 

Three!

 

Stone hoists himself up to two wobbly feet.

 

Four!

 

Five!

 

Six!

 

Devon Cole begins to stir, somehow!

 

Seven!

 

Eight!

 

Cole rolls himself over onto his side!

 

Nine!

 

Cole gets back up to one knee!

 

Ten!!

 

Cole throws his second foot underneath of him, but immediately falls back down to the asphalt below.

 

Johnny Vegas: He didn't make it back up in time!!!

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit! No way!

 

White Rey makes the signal and calls for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

White Rey moves over to raise Matt Stone's hand. In attempting to do so, he pulls Matt away from the only thing that's holding him vertical right now. He raises Matt's hand up high in the air, but Matt immediately falls down onto the road next to Devon Cole. A rush of EMTs and Trainers then flock to the remaining two competitors, and even members of the Baltimore City Police come to secure the area and make sure everyone involved remains safe.

 

Ray Payne: Is it really ovah Yo?

 

CW Admin: Devon Cole has been eliminated. Therefore, your winner, and 2016 Baltimore City Brawl Champion: 'THE ABOMINABLE SHOWMAN' MATTTTT SSSTTTOOONNNEEEEEE!!!!

 

The Legion stand on their feet and cheer the competitors for all of the hell that they had just put themselves through. Matt Stone has won the match, but there's really no winners here tonight. None that can stand up and celebrate, anyway. For Carnage and Destruction, the fans of Baltimore believe that CW has delivered here tonight.. but at what price? Where careers shortened or ended here tonight? Will Carnage Wrestling lose their Maryland Wrestling License with the police having to respond to an automobile accident that happened during a match? Even White Rey, who has an obligation to ensure a celebration period for the winner, seems to be more concerned with everyone's well being now that this match is over. EMTs surround both Stone and Cole, pulling them both out of harms way to begin rendering aide to them along the side of a snow-covered Baltimore Street.

 

Terra Skye: I feel like again, the very fabric of Carnage Wrestling has changed forever.

 

Ray Payne: I thinks so too yo... Especially for Mistah Jackson and Miss Kyra...

 

Johnny Vegas: Not to mention The six people who competed here tonight in one of the most brutal brawls I've ever seen.

 

Terra Skye: Lets not forget that Dazi Miyashita is the NEW Ultraviolent Champion, and now Matt Stone will be coming for her...

 

Ray Payne: Or dat Miss Sinatra haz a bright future here in CW yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: What is going to happen at Chaos 13... Who in the hell knows. Tune in or come on out to the Carnage Arena to find out!

 

Terra Skye: Goodnight Folks.

 

Ray Payne: Peace out YOOOO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CW - ACT OF DEFIANCE 2016 CREDITS
General Posting/Editing- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Act of Defiance Preshow- Kyra Johnson

Act of Defiance Opening- Kyra Johnson & JD Mohr

Match 1 - Charity Jones vs. Sinatra- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage: #MANCRUSH #ActofDefianceEdition- Vivian Lee

Match 2 - UV Title Match - Dazi Miyashita Vs. Marisol Hawkes- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Intermission (Kinda)- Jackson

Match 3 - CC Match - Ana Vs. Jackson- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage: Trust is Earned- Kyra Johnson & JD Mohr

Main Event - Baltimore City Brawl- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

 

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