The Journey has been long, the battles hard fought. Carnage Wrestling, and all those that take solace within the four walls of the Carnage Arena, have found themselves cast out of their home state. For the first time ever, in the history of Carnage Wrestling, the blood spilled and the tears shed will not fall upon Baltimore soil. The familiar sound of bodies slamming down upon the canvas, or the concrete, will not echo through out the halls of our home.

 

The bureaucrats pushed us away. Cast us aside. They did not want our violence; the essence of that which we are oh so passionate about. They said that they want a new product, a safe product for a new age. They don't want to see our limits breached; but their attempts to silence us only achieved the strengthening of our resolve.

 

When all is lost to you inside
When all the darkness takes the light
The ritual warning has begun
And now you tear away from everyone

 

A heavy switch is flipped in the corners of a darkened warehouse. The overhead halogen lights go on, albeit very slowly. As those massive bucket lights warm up to a soft glow, they begin illuminating the darkness.

 

Disconnected so alone
Severed ties from all you know

 

Footage is played from the DuBurns Arena, at Carnage Wrestling's last iPPV – Act of Defiance of Ana and Jackson fighting tooth and nail in a World Championship Match. Brand new referee Isaac Sanchez watches on as Jackson decimates his opponent; the way that he always does. Bullrush sits anxiously at the commentary table, watching as Ana not only struggles to fight for the victory, but to survive the onslaught. In a flash, Ana is able to throw her foot up into the air, catching Jackson flush across the jaw. Jackson down, Ana falls over him for a cover. Isaac Sanchez issues a fast count. Onetwothree. Bullrush jumps up and rings the bell and Ana is declared the winner and new Carnage Champion.

 

Isolation
Brings you to the end
Until you love again
Isolation
If you could only see
What will come to be?

 

Now we see we're in the 2300 Arena, seated in the South section of the city of Brotherly Love. Inside this historic venue, resting in the center, is a wrestling ring – with the CW “Skull” Logo imprinted dead center on its canvas. The ring rests centered within the building, waiting for the Carnage that it will surely play host to later on tonight. Because if there's two things Philadelphia is known for: it's Cheesesteaks and Hardcore Wrestling. Brotherly Love dies the moment we cross through the threshold.

 

Justify you waste away
You dare to dream but still you're too afraid
And now you're broken and deceived
Lost to live this cruel reality

 

Now we cut back to the DuBurns arena, at Act of Defiance. The Main Event of the Evening – the Baltimore City Brawl – is in full swing. It doesn't take long for the action to break out of the ring and into the crowd. We see fighting in the bleacher section, glass being broken, and blood everywhere. They fight in the bathroom, the fight near the concessions, and pretty soon, Vivian Lee, SynnStarr Saint, Matt Stone and Samuel Amos are seen fighting out the front door. Bullrush jumps in, and throws Amos into the road, causing a minor car accident that nearly clips Amos and ends his life. Bullrush ends his attack by Powerbombing Amos into the ice-cold Baltimore Harbor. Matt Stone finishes off the match with an impressive Combo Breaker – winning himself the match and a shot at the UltraViolent championship.

 

You're disconnected so alone
Severed ties from all you know

 

From the backstage area, nameless backstage workers begin carrying out the large sections of metal frames with fencing, the four sides of the cage. In moments staying in sync with the beats of the song, the four sides appear along the ring one at a time, and in a flash, the cage is complete.

 

Isolation
Brings you to the end
Until you love again
Isolation
If you could only see
What will come to be?

 

Events from recent episodes of Chaos now play over the music as well. Arrivals of new talent, such as Sabiru, Wrath, Sokaris, Nick Perry, Robbie Future and Melody Lennox – all hitting signature moves at key moments in match-ups. Long standing members such as Marisol Hawkes, Ana, Zane Levins, the Carnage UltraViolent Champion Dazi Miyashita and the Carnage World Champion Jackson all respond with shots of their own. We cut quickly to the scene of CW's Owner and President Kyra Johnson assaulting two members of her own roster inside her own private office when they came to check on her.

 

Maybe you'll stand
Maybe you'll give and break to find another way
And makes things better

 

There's a look on Kyra Johnson's face as she walks out of her office, and then out of the Carnage Arena. Leaving a Chaos with nearly half of the show left to go. The fallout of 'doing the right thing' and voiding the World Championship Match at Act of Defiance is in full swing. Jackson is Champ once again; and Ana's moment is stricken from the record books. But at what price?

 

Maybe you'll find
A you can live and learn to love along the way
And make things better
And make things better

 

Back at the 2300 Arena, the camera pans around the caged ring. In the moments that it passes from one side of the ring to the other, the arena goes from being completely empty to being filled to the brim with a roaring Philadelphia crowd. The Carnage Legion is strong here tonight, apparently at full force regardless of being hundreds of miles away from home. One can only imagine how many made the trek from Maryland north on I-95 to Pennsylvania; and how much of the crowd on hand is seeing Carnage Wrestling Live for the first time. What wasn't planned for the company ends up being a huge step forward for the promotion..

 

Isolation
Brings you to the end
Until you love again
Isolation
If you could only see
What will come to be?

 

But that brings us to tonight. The cage is up, and it's ready for human flesh and blood. The cage doesn't care – it keeps the violence in and the interference out, which is exactly what is needed tonight. The cage hurts, the cage leaves scars, and the cage could possibly take lives in the rarest of circumstances; certainly not outside of the realm of possibility. With tonight being such a historic, momentous occasion, it's not only the stakes that seem high. A twenty foot high box structure of steel and chain link fence surround all that's meant to be destroyed. The only hope to win – or survive – is to escape..

 

Isolation
Brings you to the end
Until you love again
Isolation
If you could only see
What will come to be?

 

When you're isolated inside the Steel Cage, there is no turning back. The opening bell will ring, and there will be no disputes. Bring everything that you have, anything less will leave you a mess. Pieces of who you used to be can stain the canvas. Or you can soar to new heights – the choice is yours. Tonight, careers can be made and can be ended. But that's what's so true about Isolation – it's an opportunity that few ever get to experience in their lives. Your back is against the wall; your opponent staring across from you feeling the exact same thing. Only one of you is going to seize the moment, climb to new heights, and escape the grasp of defeat.

 

You're disconnected so alone
What will come to be?
You're disconnected so alone

 

That's the only way you'll find the light, tonight. By yourself.

 

Welcome to Isolation

 

 

 


Brought to you by:

Carnage Wrestling Presents: ISOLATION 2016 - LIVE
Tonight's Venue: The 2300 Arena - South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Tonight's Attendance: 1,350 (New Carnage Attendance Record)

 

AGOS sits behind the hard camera that's positioned on the elevated platform at the top of the stairs and flicks the LiveStream Feed on for the first time. He pans around the Historic 2300 Arena to capture the thirteen-hundred plus members of the Carnage Legion as they pile in from the entrance. They immediately head towards the concessions that surround the seating on all sides. Cheesesteak Subs, or Hoagies as some might call them, are selling great along with beer, blister twister energy drinks and everyone's absolute favorite: Mama Winn's Wieners from the hot dog stand. Shirts are flying off of the shelves, as well as DVD copies of Act of Defiance that have just been released to the public. Members of the Legion cannot wait to rip off their old shirts and to slap on a CW Logo T-Shirt, a Melody Lennox 'Make Love & War' T-Shirt, or a John Ojeda 'Feel my Wrath' Blood Splatter Tank Top!

 

Younger fans bring signs into the 2300 Arena - "Fight Altus, you'll be missin' Tooths!" and "Nick Perry Perry-lized Me!" are just a few examples of some of the more clever signs that were allowed into the arena tonight. On a more somber note, a few signs reading "Rest in Peace - A true Hardcore Legend - Axl4Ever" keep the gravity of how important these moments are in check. With the opening bell not too far off, the more-than-eager fans that indeed have come from Pennsylvania, Maryland, and every neighboring state, surprise us by making it to their seats early. With the Caged ring surrounded, it's now time for one of the biggest CW iPPVs of the year, and the last one leading into UNDERGROUND.

 

Taking a moment from smacking their gums on cheesesteaks, the Carnage Legion cheers as the faithful ringside crew emerges from the backstage curtain area. Ray Payne, Terra Skye, and the indelible Johnny Vegas coming marching out in tune with "Isolation" from Alter Bridge. Ref Jeff, Boy, and the former CW Admin William Hickerson follow along behind.

 

 

Isolation Ringside Staff
    
Commentators
Johnny Vegas, Ray Payne, Terra Skye
Ring Announcer
William Hickerson
  
Referees
Ref Jeff, White Rey
Time Keeper
Boy

 

 

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

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

A shower of sparks flies at the top of the ramp as Carnage Wrestling's second iPPV from 2016 - Isolation - is officially underway! The Legion roars as the Arena PA struggles to match their volume while continuing to play our theme song from Alter Bridge tonight. The Lights overhead are slightly dimmed, and the brand new lighting rig that's held up just a mere ten feet from the top of the cage shines down from all directions on the ring itself, making it seem to glow. As Hickerson pulls himself through the ropes and into the ring, it's apparent that he no longer casts a shadow as there's too much light directed on him from every angle to do so. This makes the inside of the ring feel twenty degrees warmer; beads of sweat already forming on Mr. Hickerson's brow. With the microphone held firmly in his hand, he raises it up to his lips.

 

William Hickerson: WELCOME CARNAGE LEGION... TO THE HISTORIC TWENTY-THREE HUNDRED ARENA.. FOR A NIGHT THAT NONE OF US WILL SOON FORGET. WELCOME LEGION, TO THE BIRTHPLACE OF HARDCORE. PHILADELPHIA, P.A!!! THIS.. IS... IIIISSSSOOOOOO.. LLLLLLLAAAATTTTTTIIIIOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

 

Loud cheers are drawn from the crowd with the energy that Hickerson brings to the stick. With that, we switch feeds down to one of the Camera Men at ringside where we get a great view of the commentary table. Terra Skye, Ray Payne, and Johnny Vegas, seated from right to left respectively, work to place their headsets on to prepare for the action. They look just as pumped as the Legion to get this thing started here tonight!

 

Terra Skye: You can really tell it's ISOLATION TIME.. Doesn't that Cage look beautiful boys?

 

Johnny Vegas: It's a fucking steel cage around the same shitty ring that we always have.

 

Ray Payne: I thinks it looks likes a guud time, Miss Terra.

 

Terra Skye: This is going to be a great show, I can just feel it.

 

Ray Payne: I does thinks so too, Miss Terra!

 

Johnny Vegas: WELCOME ASSHOLES TO ISOLATION!!!!

 

The crowd cheers as Johnny stands up from his spot at the commentary table and raises his arms in the air!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz unexpecteds yo.

 

Terra Skye: They even love being called Assholes in Pennsylvania.

 

Johnny Vegas: What do you expect? Look at the football teams this place has.

 

Terra Skye: Point taken.

 

Ray Payne: Yeah, I thinks dat we needs tah reminds everyone dat is nots heres tonites dat we is not at da DuBurns Arena fur dis show!

 

Terra Skye: That's right, Ray... We are at the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Our first show OUTSIDE of Maryland!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I just wish they would have picked a better city.

 

Ray Payne: But dis city, dis place is like da hometown of hardcore, yo. Dis place is like perfects fur Carnage yo.

 

Terra Skye: I have to agree with Ray, unfortunately.

 

Johnny Vegas: Philly is known as the City of Brotherly Love.

 

Terra Skye: But, it's also known as the Hotbed of Hardcore Wrestling.

 

Ray Payne: We are happies tah be here tonites yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Wrong. We are happy that this place is allowing us to have our show here, considering that the DuBurns Arena no longer wants Carnage Wrestling back there after what happened at Act of Defiance.

 

Terra Skye: Why do you always have to find the negatives in everything?

 

Johnny Vegas: It's what I do.

 

Ray Payne: You does it well, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Why, thank you Ray. You're looking rather... dapper tonight.

 

Ray Payne looks down at his navy blue suit and orange striped tie and grins.

 

Ray Payne: Thanks yah Johnny! You looks very nice tonite too!

 

Terra Skye: * AHEM *

 

Both men look over at Terra, who is clad in a black pencil skirt and a bright pink button down top.

 

Ray Payne: You looks beauties like ususals yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: You put a horse in a dress... that's exactly what it is... a horse in a dress.

 

Ray Payne: JOHNNY!!!

 

Terra Skye: Thank you Ray... Fuck you Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: You wish.

 

Terra Skye: Definitely Not.

 

Johnny Vegas: Definitely Yes.

 

Terra Skye: No.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes.

 

Terra Skye: NO!

 

Johnny Vegas: YE--

 

Ray Payne: GUYS!! Stops it! Sheesh.

 

Terra Skye: Fine, fine. We have quite the show in line for tonight, and every match is going to be a Cage match!

 

Ray Payne: Six matches overalls yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: FUN FOR EVERYONE!!!

 

Terra Skye: What is wrong with you?

 

Ray Payne: Dere is lots wrong wif him yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Most of my problems revolve around YOU!

 

Johnny points at Terra.

 

Terra Skye: I don't know how, considering we only work together once every two weeks.... Oh wait.. does that mean you Like me, Johnny?

 

Ray Payne: Johnny haz a crushes yo!!

 

Johnny Vegas: No, I most certainly do Not.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny loves me.. He wants to kiss me.. he wants to hold me...

 

Johnny Vegas: Please, I'm going to throw up.

 

Ray Payne: Jus admits it yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: There is nothing to admit! Please, lets just get back to the show.

 

Terra Skye: You mean... you want to do your job?

 

Johnny Vegas: So... The two most nauseatingly nice people in Carnage Wrestling are going head to head tonight, inside a cage. That should be interesting.

 

Terra Skye: It's adorable how you changed subjects.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Melly versuses Mistah Perry is gunna be a guud match yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It should be, they're both talented wrestlers, even though they'd both do great with a change of attitude.

 

Terra Skye: I'm looking forward to seeing Gary Altus and John Ojeda go at it. These two have faced each other many, many times in their careers but this will be the first time here in Carnage.

 

Ray Payne: Dems boths is Ultraviolent, jus likes Mistah Tweedah, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Just what we need... Boy is going to have a conniption fit.

 

Everyone looks over at Boy, who has been sitting at his timekeepers table quietly this entire time. He doesn't even look over at the rest of the commentary team, he just continues staring out towards the ring.

 

Ray Payne: I wundah whut is wrongs wif Boy, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: We've been trying to figure it out for the past two shows now...

 

Terra Skye: Maybe he's just got some things going on that he doesn't want to talk about.

 

Johnny Vegas: We wouldn't be able to understand him anyway.

 

Ray Payne: Dat is not nices yo.

 

Terra Skye: But... it's true.

 

Johnny Vegas: We've got a triple threat match between Marisol Hawkes, Sabiru and Zane Levins happening tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Zaney looks readies yo.

 

Terra Skye: That one is a hard one to judge. All three of them are fierce competitors.

 

Johnny Vegas: But one of them is at a distinct disadvantage... one of them got attacked by the owner of Carnage Wrestling at the last show.

 

Terra Skye: Oh please... lets not get started on that.

 

Johnny Vegas: Why in the hell not?

 

Ray Payne: We does not has all nites yo.

 

Terra Skye: Kyra apologized. Jesus.

 

Johnny Vegas: Because an apology makes everything better. Yeah, right.

 

Ray Payne: While we is on the topic of Miss Kyra yo, she is gunna be refereeing da main event of da evening... Mistah Jackson Versuses Miss Ana yo.

 

Terra Skye: The match that should have happened at Act of Defiance, the match that got ruined by Isaac Sanchez and JD--

 

Johnny Vegas: Leave JD out of this, he's not even here tonight to defend himself.

 

Ray Payne: Rumor haz it yo, dat him and Miss Kyra hasn't spokens since da night she gaved da belt back tah Mistah Jackson yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: As it should be.

 

Terra Skye: Regardless of their relationship status, I think Kyra will referee a clean match between Jackson and Ana. Both wrestlers deserve that much.

 

Ray Payne: Agreeds yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Whatever.

 

Terra Skye: Also we finally get to see Matt Stone go up against the Ultraviolent Champ, Dazi Miyashita for the Ultraviolent title!

 

Ray Payne: Dem two has been arguings a lots yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: My man has got this one in the bag.

 

Terra Skye: I wouldn't count Dazi out, she's a badass inside that ring.

 

Ray Payne: I agrees yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: But what I'm really looking forward to seeing is SynnStarr hotpants taking out that super cunt, Vivian Lee.

 

Terra Skye: All because she thinks you're too ugly to live?

 

Johnny Vegas: Precisely...wait a minute... BITCH!

 

Terra Skye: HAHAHAHA!!!

 

Ray Payne: She gots you, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Vivian doesn't know what a good looking man is... Look at who she's been hanging around with.. that Sam Amos guy.. fuck him by the way.. and that Luke Frank..whatever in the hell his name is. Looks like a fucking puppy on heroin. She couldn't handle a man like me.

 

Terra Skye: Please, don't make me laugh too much, Johnny.

 

Ray Payne: Looks! It's Mistah CW Admin, yo. Looks like Isolations is about readies to begins yo!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Thank god.

 

 

Opening Match - Triple Threat Cage Match - Marisol Hawkes vs. Zane Levins vs. Sabiru
CW Admin takes his spot in the center of the ring as the crowd cheers for the beginning of ISOLATION!!!!! He smirks as he walks around the ring for a few moments, before putting the microphone up to his mouth!

 

William Hickerson: Hello Carnage Legion, and WELCOME to ISOLATION!!!!! EVERY Match will be a CAGE match tonight!!! Lets get down to the fighting, Shall we?

 

The crowd roars back at him with massive approval!

 

William Hickerson: This first match, is scheduled for one fall, and is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!!!! In order to win, you must ESCAPE the cage before your opponents.. BOTH FEET must touch the ground to secure victory!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: He acts like none of us have ever seen a cage match before.

 

Terra Skye: Quit being a dick.

 

Ray Payne: He cannots helps it yo.

 

The quiet, unassuming guitar riff opening of "Devil's in the Details" by Walter Sickert and The Army of Broken Toys signifies the beginning of Sabiru's entrance. As the hypnotic, rhythmic beat joins the song, members of the Carnage Wrestling crowd clap their hands and stomp in time with the beat - with this quickly spreading through the remainder of the crowd.

 

Terra Skye: This is quite hypnotic, if I do say so myself.

 

Ray Payne: I feels like dancins slows yo.

 

William Hickerson: First the the ring, Standing in at five foot, eleven inches and weighing one hundred and ninety seven pounds... he is SABIRUUUU!!!!

 

Sabiru

 

As if summoned, Sabiru walks out on to the entrance ramp - his head bowed. He kneels and lifts his head, staring out among the crowd with a blank, unreadable expression on his face. Seemingly satisfied, he then stands and walks purposefully down the ramp - ignoring any distractions from the crowd. He climbs into the cage without theatrics and walks around the ring, awaiting his opponents.

 

Johnny Vegas: Ref Jeff is not worthy of a handshake. He's a terrible referee.

 

Terra Skye: You know, Johnny.. what you think isn't always right. Just saying.

 

Johnny Vegas: Up your ass, Bitch.

 

As Sabiru waits in the far corner of the ring, “You Can't Stop Me” By Andy Mineo hits the arena's speakers, and the crowd jumps up and cheers as Zane Levins runs out onto the stage with a giant smile on his face! He makes the sign of the cross on his chest, but before he can begin his sprint down to the ring, his girlfriend Ana steps out onto the ramp behind him and grabs his arm, pulling him into a kiss! After a few seconds, they pull back from one another, and the smile on Zane's face is even bigger.

 

Zane Levins & Ana

 

Johnny Vegas: YUCK!

 

Terra Skye: It's sweet!

 

William Hickerson: Next to the ring, standing in at six feet even, and weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds... he is ZANE LEVINSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

 

Ana says something to him, before he turns and sprints down the ramp, running up the ring steps and climbing into the cage. He takes a few moments to examine the cage, and his opponent, walking over and extending a hand to Sabiru while they both await the final participant in this match.

 

Ray Payne: GO ZANEY!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't shake his hand!!! He's got Jesus on it!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god...

 

"Liar Liar" by Kamelot hits the speakers as Marisol Hawkes walks out on the ramp in her black and purple leather attire. A wild smirk crosses her lips as she glares around the arena at the fans, and then into the ring at her two opponents. She stands atop the stage for a few moments before starting her slow decent towards the ring.

 

William Hickerson: And their opponent, standing in at five foot five inches, and weighing one hundred and twenty six pounds... she is MARISOL HAWKESSSS!!!!!

 

Marisol Hawkes

 

Johnny Vegas: She's going to be at a distinct disadvantage going into this one, up against two men who are virtually equal in size to one another.

 

Terra Skye: You go from the most insensitive comment you could have ever made, to actually comparing the competitors?

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, and?

 

She walks to ringside, and looks inside the cage, before confidently ascending the steps and climbing into the cage with the two men. She glances between the two of them and while Sabiru turns his attention to shake hands with the referee, Hawkes blindsides him from behind, clubbing down over Sabiru's head and shoulders with a double axehandle. The bell sounds with the action already under way!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Marisol getting a cheap hit in yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: That's because she's a badass.

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Marisol uses her tactic to her benefit as she locks Sabiru into a full nelson, pivoting his body at the hips to apply additional pressure, leveraging Sabiru from side to side. Levins approaches Hawkes from behind, then thinks twice and takes straight to the cage wall, starting the climb while his opponents are engaged in the hold. Before Levins is even four feet beyond the canvas, Hawkes hears the clattering of the cage fencing and goes to releases Sabiru, but Sabiru already has plans of countering the hold as he breaks one arm free and drops Marisol down to the mat with a modified snapmare. Sabiru is quick to make it to the cage afterward, turning his attention toward Levins who now has one foot up on the top rope. Levins drops back down to the mat willingly as Hawkes approaches with a head of steam, but sidestepping the powerful and brutal competitor, Levins ducks a thunderous clothesline and scissors Hawkes at the ankles with a drop toe hold which leaves her coming down over the middle rope and the top of her head colliding with the cage wall.

 

Terra Skye: This match is already starting out exactly as I thought it would. Three intense competitors, going all out.

 

Johnny Vegas: Shit, they've only done like three things.

 

Ray Payne: Three more things den you have, Johnny.

 

Sabiru leaps up to deliver a stomp down over Marisol's back, and serves as a launching platform for a an unexpected high knee to Levins face. The ex-con now christian stumbles backwards but retains his footing, retaliating with a bevy of alternating kicks to Sabiru's sides, barraging him about the hips and thighs. With the third kick, Sabiru is prepared for the pattern, this time catching Levins by the ankle and pinning his leg against his side to hold him upright and off-balance. Levins springs from the ground with his free leg, flipping over with an enzuguri, but Sabiru ducks his head below the kick, leaving Levins landing on one leg with his back now towards his opponent. Sabiru takes Levins to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip, keeping hold of Levins ankle and scissoring him into a leg grapevine.

 

Ray Payne: Dem guyz is showins how evenly matcheded dem is yo.

 

Terra Skye: Captain Obvious everyone!

 

Ray Payne: Oh gawds yo...

 

Johnny Vegas: She's in a mood folks. Prepare for one helluva night.

 

Hawkes delivers a hard boot to the back of Sabiru's skull, both breaking the hold and dazing the grappler. Then, grabbing Sabiru by the ankles, Hawkes wishbones his legs apart and delivers a powerful stomp between the legs. Levins scrambles back to his feet, while the blue haired bombshell discards Sabiru and turns her attention to Zane. Levins surprises her with a snap toe kick, forcing Hawkes back a step to avoid the brunt of the blow. Zane thinks he has the upper hand, and comes in to take Hawkes by the head; but Marisol isn't having any of that. She regains her bearings quicker than Levins expected, then, with a lightning fast roundhouse, Hawkes forces Levins to quickly duck and rethink his strategies; her speed and agility making her difficult to approach. Hawkes snaps forward with a standing side kick, and Levins takes it to the side, accepting the blow as he lunges forward instead of falling back, he spears into Hawkes with a running shoulder block. Levins goes to stand up, but Sabiru makes his presence felt once again when he grabs Zane by the back of his neck and literally launches him over the top rope so that he goes crashing into the side of the cage. The Carnage Legion reacts loudly when the cage is used as a weapon for the first time tonight!

 

Ray Payne: Dere it is yo. We knowed it wuz gunna happen.

 

Johnny Vegas: No shit. A show full of CAGE matches... DUH.

 

Terra Skye: Seriously though. I think the Cage is going to decide more matches than anyone thinks.

 

Sabiru then turns his attention to Marisol, who is just now getting back to her feet, and he wastes little to no time at all hoisting her up over one shoulder, turning towards the cage wall and throwing Hawkes like a dart, head first into the chain link fence. Hawkes crumples on impact, tumbling down the side of the cage wall and landing between the cage and the ropes; yet, while Sabiru momentarily admires his handiwork, Levins is back up and he approaches him from behind. Zane comes in with a double ax handle smash, hitting Sabiru in the back of the neck, sending him down to his knees! With Sabiru's back now exposed, Levins hits a swift kick to Sabiru's kidneys, causing him to grimace in pain! Gripping Sabiru by the sides of his head, Levins takes Sabiru the rest of the way to the mat with a Low-reverse Russian leg sweep!

 

Johnny Vegas: I gotta say, Sabiru is a badass motherfucker.

 

Ray Payne: I think Zaney is more den enough of a match fur Sabby.

 

Terra Skye: Sabby?

 

The Carnage Legion is behind Zane now as he heads straight to the cage wall and starts the climb. Levins makes it about halfway up the cage wall before Sabiru is back on his feet. Stepping onto the bottom rope to give him the extra height needed, Sabiru grabs hold of Levins by the ankle and tugs, pulling Levins back down to his level! The two men start fighting it out but Sabiru pushes Levins off of the rope, and Zane falls to the mat. Sabiru grips the cage wall tightly, and begins his ascent, but within seconds Levins is back on him, hanging against his legs while Sabiru tries to support himself with his hands, bicycle kicking his free leg rapidly and trying to shed the unwanted passenger, but when Levins steps down from the bottom rope, his feet not quite touching the canvas and his full body weight hanging from Sabiru, the desert dwellers fingers are pulled backward through the cage wall like a cheese grater and the flesh on his hands flays open spilling blood down the side of the cage. Bracing his feet against the side of the cage, Levins makes a powerful tug and Sabiru tears free, arcing through the air and crashing down on the canvas, just in time for Hawkes to hurdle over the top of him and deliver a double foot drop kick to Levins chest which drives him backward into the cage wall. Hawkes takes Levins by his head and jerks his head backwards, slamming it into the wall of the cage. Then again. The third time Hawkes goes to bounce his head off of the cage, Levins puts his arm up and blocks the attempt! Hawkes gets frustrated by this and shows it by hitting Levins with a wicked right hand!

 

Terra Skye: Marisol isn't going down without a fight though.

 

Johnny Vegas: None of them are, really.

 

Ray Payne: You dids not has nothings means tah says yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh.. Uh.. Fuck you Ray.

 

Ray Payne: Dats bettah yo.

 

“Miss Controversy” now in the driver's seat, Hawkes scales the turnbuckle, but doesn't continue up the cage wall. Instead, she turns back around and leaps through the air, crashing down over Levins with a hard senton backsplash. The Legion cheers for the maneuver, as this high-flying action and cage violence are really setting the bar high for the rest of this evening! Somersaulting back to her feet, Hawkes flips her attention to Sabiru just in time to catch him standing, hooking him by the air and rolling around him with a floatover DDT, only to have Sabiru pivot with her momentum and flip her backwards in a northern lights suplex. It's a great counter that shows the prowess of the wily wrestling veteran. Now pulling Hawkes back up to her knees, Sabiru cinches her down into a dragon sleeper, wrenching her backwards cutting off circulation, trying to put her out of commission, which would make this match a one on one for the time being. That plan almost succeeds until Levins delivers a running big boot to Sabiru's face that sends both Sabiru and Hawkes sprawling backwards across the canvas in the break of the hold. Levins drags Sabiru back to his feet, scooping him up and approaching the corner, throwing Sabiru upside-down with a powerslam that drives his back over the top turnbuckle and contorts his body awkwardly, Sabiru's ankle tangling in the turnbuckle as he slides down, leaving him hanging in the tree of woe.

 

Terra Skye: Sabiru isn't in a good position here.

 

Johnny Vegas: No shit sherlock.

 

Ray Payne: No ones haz lets no ones gets too fars aheads in dis one yo.

 

Hawkes sprints at Levins from behind, leaping onto his shoulders and spinning around before flipping over with a hurricanrana which sends Levins head first into Sabiru, a collision which takes as much out of both men. Seeing her opening, Hawkes takes back to the cage wall, climbing in a mad scramble for the top, while Levins shakes the cobwebs free. Levins leaps for Hawkes, but she's already out of his reach, and he has little choice but to climb after her, his longer arms and powerful upper body strength allowing him to gain on her as they scale the cage wall. Hawkes reaches the top and kicks one leg over, using her agility to her advantage; the lead nearly sufficient, but Levins catches her by the foot, jerking down and crotching her over the top of the metal cage. Hawkes is stunned for a brief moment, and Levins continues to climb and tugs Hawkes from the top, trying to tip her back into the ring, but Hawkes grasps the top of the cage, hanging on while Levins pulls himself to the top. Levins slings a leg up over the top, when Hawkes rakes her nails across his face, stunning him before he can begin his descent. Levins retaliates by delivering a punch to the throat that has Hawkes choking and coughing up blood, and in a moment of desperation, Hawkes makes the only play she can to stop him, grabbing Levins around the head and then tugging him from the top, both of them tumbling through the air and back into the ring as Hawkes drops Levins with a bulldog from twenty feet up. The mat echoes with the crash of impact and the walls of the cage shake, Sabiru falling free of the tree of woe, and all three flounder and struggle for a moment, slow to their feet and looking hurt and disorientated.

 

Terra Skye: Holy fucking shit!

 

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

 

Sabiru recovers quicker than the others, not having taken the horrendous fall, though as he hobbles across the ring towards his opponents, he is clearly favoring one leg. Hawkes is only barely to her hands and knees when Sabiru reaches them and throws his entire body forward into a haymaker that drills her across the side of the skull, sending Hawkes rolling across the canvas while Sabiru drops to his knees. From flat on his back, Levins kicks forward, catching Sabiru in the midsection and doubling him over, though Levins remains laying flat on his back, breathing hard and reeling in pain. Hawkes takes hold of the ropes and slowly pulls herself back to her feet, while Sabiru raises back to his knees. Levins claps a hand over Sabiru's shoulder, using his own opponent to help himself pull back to his feet. Sabiru's legs wobble beneath him as he reaches his feet, with he and Levins locked into a loose collar and elbow tie-up. Sabiru buries a knee into Levins midsection, buckling him over. Levins responds with an elbow to Sabiru's jaw, cinching him around the waist and flipping him over with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Hawkes staggers over to the corner, pulling the laces from the top turnbuckle pad and tossing the cushion aside. Levins lumbers over towards her next, grabbing her by the sides of her head and jerking her backwards. Hawkes surprises him by dropping to her knees, tugging Levins forward into a jawbreaker. Levins is jarred upright, staggering backwards. Levins throws a big right hand, and Hawkes sidesteps, grabbing him by the wrist and the back of the head, bringing Levins forward face first into the exposed turnbuckle bolt, splitting him wide open. Blood flows freely from a wide gash over his left eye, staggering backwards but still keeping his footing. Hawkes hoists herself up onto the turnbuckle and leaps forward at Levins with a crossbody block, but Levins catches her against his chest, struggling to keep his footing, and then with a sharp turn, Levins throws her overhead with a fallaway slam that bounces Hawkes off the cage wall with another crash.

 

Ray Payne: Zaney is splits opens yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: But I have to give it to him, he gave it right back to Hawkes. Holy shit.

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe you're actually giving Zane Levins props.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm sure he'd tell you, miracles happen. Look at the hot chick he landed...

 

Ray Payne: Miss Ana is more den a hot chick yo.

 

Sabiru crawls back to his feet, greeting Levins as he starts to rally and pulling him to his feet. Twisting him into an abdominal stretch, wrenching him to the side with his continued systematic breakdown to remove their ability to climb. Hawkes pulls herself up with the assistance of the ropes, stepping onto the middle rope and springboarding forward with a missile drop kick which drives a boot to the chest of both men, taking them both to the canvas. Blood fades from a split in her scalp where the cage busted her open, the crimson mixing with the blue of her hair until streaks are matted purple. Levins rolls to his side, clawing his way back up, face to face with the bloodied woman, and grabs hold of her in a tie-up, sending her crashing into the exposed turnbuckle with an irish whip. Then racing in after her, he delivers a shoulder block which crushes her backward against the steel again. Levins pulls Hawkes into a rear choke, strangling her down, trying to put her out before the climb, until Hawkes clamps down over his forearm, biting like she's trying to take a chunk of his flesh away. Levins howls in pain, staggering backwards releases the hold, having no other choice in the matter. With Levins sufficiently stunned, Marisol turns and kicks Levins in the gut before pulling his head underneath her arm. Marisol spins her body and drills Levins with a Twist of Fate!

 

Terra Skye: Divine Intervention!!!

 

Ray Payne: Holy Shizz yo. I cannots believes dat dis is da first match of da nite.

 

Johnny Vegas: If this is any indication of what the rest of this night will be like... Damn.

 

Marisol is not even fully back to her feet before Sabiru grabs her by the back of her neck and her belt and launches her through the gap between the top and middle ropes so that she goes crashing head first into the chain link side of the steel cage! The Legion 'Oohs' loudly as Marisol comes staggering back, clutching her forehead in pain which gives Sabiru the perfect opportunity to place his head underneath Marisol's arm and attempt to hoist her up with a back suplex, but Marisol somehow finds the toughness to flip backwards and land on her feet. Sabiru snaps off with a quick backflip of his own and catches Hawkes squarely in the center of her forehead with a pele kick! Marisol stumbles backwards from the blast, twisting her body until her back is facing her two opponents and she has no choice but to fall down to one knee. Sabiru is in pursuit now but he has no idea that Zane is stalking him from behind. Sabiru grabs Hawkes and twists her back around to set her up into vertical suplex positioning, but as Marisol spins she's ready with a strong elbow strike that catches Sabiru in the gut. Sabiru isn't even aware of what's happening when Zane grabs him by the shoulders and spins him around to hit him with a devastating facebuster in the center of the ring!

 

Ray Payne: I forgets whut he calls dat yo.

 

Terra Skye: You were close, Ray. It's called the 'Forget you'.. and it was beautiful yet devastating.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hahahaha.. Ray forgot what the forget you was called. That's classic.

 

The Legion is cheering wildly as the crowd favorite from New Orleans hits one of his biggest moves, which in a normal stipulated match may secure him a victory. But now he has to try to escape the cage to achieve a winners check here tonight and he immediately calls out to Ref Jeff to open the cage door. Levins turns and starts to stagger towards the cage door, even getting as far as to place his foot over the middle rope. He's blindsided by Hawkes who comes barreling in with a high double ax handle smash which seems to be a very effective attack for her tonight; it stops Zane in his tracks and has most of the Legion booing.

 

Ray Payne: I thinks da Legion wants Zaney to win yo.

 

Terra Skye: He's always been a fan favorite.

 

She grabs Zane by the sides of his head and tries to pull him back in to the cage, but this is something that Zane obviously does not want to allow Marisol to do. It takes Marisol three straight forearm shots to persuade Zane to give up on exiting the cage, for now. Zane steps back into the ring, which is enough for Ref Jeff to start to close the door back up again. Marisol goes for a spin kick, which misses when Levins ducks, and Levins instinctively grabs Marisol by the tights while falling to send her shoulder first into the ring post right by the cage door! Marisol screams out in pain as her shoulder makes contact, but she immediately grabs the cage door and tries to push it back open! It startles Ref Jeff as he immediately backs away as Marisol has a hold of the free-swinging door, trying to pull herself to an escape!

 

Johnny Vegas: Marisol trying to pull a fast one on the boys here. God I love her hair.

 

Terra Skye: You were doing so good. SO GOOD. If you would have just left it at that.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm a man sweetie. Men have needs.

 

Ray Payne: Your hand handles most of dem, right?

 

Johnny Vegas: FUUUUUUU!!!

 

All members of the Legion are on their feet now as Levins turns and in that split-second he grabs Hawkes' ankle and it's the only thing saving this triple threat match. Marisol kicks wildly with her free leg, the door opening and slamming shut each time her weight shifts until one foot really catches Zane Levins good. Marisol shoves the door open and slides over the middle rope as she's a mere few feet from victory!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT! She's going to--

 

But Sabiru's up! He's got Marisol by her other ankle now! Levins is back, and he decides to help Sabiru – Both men each having an ankle of Marisol as she continues to hang onto the door! No matter how hard they tug, they cannot break her grip! Levins and Sabiru both realize this and they determine to move forward; they know they have to break her vice-grip like hand hold on the door if they want to stop her from escaping. This is the mistake that Marisol has been waiting for, though, as she senses that both of her opponents are leaning over the middle rope with their heads sticking through the threshold of the cage door. That's when Marisol unexpectedly slides herself back in, but with that double armed grip she has on the door, she slams the door shut and into the faces of both of her opponents!

 

“C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!”

 

Johnny Vegas: That woman is a fucking genius.

 

Ray Payne: I does has tah say, dat wuz a pretty smarts moves by miss marisol yo.

 

Sabiru and Levins go stumbling backwards, each taking a devastating concussive blast from the cage door that neither one of them can handle. They both fall backwards onto the mat, clutching their heads and necks in sheer agony in what might be some of the worst pain they've ever felt in their careers! Marisol's momentum carries her back underneath the bottom rope, towards the center of the ring, and now Ref Jeff re-closes the cage door and makes sure that it is sealed fully this time. Marisol crawls her way over to the bottom rope, looking absolutely exhausted, but her attention is turned upwards at the twenty foot climb in front of her. With whatever strength she has left, Marisol begins to climb the cage. Slowly, and one hand hold at a time, she ascends in two feet increments. The climb takes almost an entire minute, but she's got both hands on the trussing and both of her opponents are still down. Marisol uses what's left of her strength to swing her body up on the trussing. Both Levins and Sabiru are STILL down – both laying on their backs and parallel with the side of the cage that Marisol is now at the top of. The Legion, who is still on their feet, are nearly dead silent as they believe they're about to witness Marisol come down the cage and take the sure victory. But as Marisol turns and sees the two men laying down there, there's a definite gleam in her eye and something just doesn't seem right about her.

 

Johnny Vegas: You've got it! Just GO!!!

 

Ray Payne: Whut is she gunna does yo?

 

Terra Skye: Oh lord..

 

Instead of lowering herself on the outside of the cage, Marisol places the ball of her foot onto one of the bars of the trussing, and then very slowly and carefully, she stands herself upright. When she first reaches a full vertical base, she sways a bit, which causes the sold out crowd here in Philadelphia to 'Oooh' as they feared she would fall. She looks down at her two opponents and then back up at the crowd, before making an arm motion signaling that this will be the end regardless of what is to happen.

 

Terra Skye: HOLYYYYY---

 

Marisol leaps off of the top of the cage with a SWANTON BOMB!!! But Levins and Sabiru both move out of the way!!!!

 

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

 

“C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!”

 

“THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!!”

 

Marisol Hawkes comes up empty and now her body lies broken in the center of the ring as Sabiru and Levins both get to one knee with their eyes wide in amazement. Levins immediately scoots over on his knees to check on the well-being of Hawkes, being the good Christian that he is. Sabiru takes this moment to do the unthinkable! Sabiru steps forward with a shuffling side step and Superkicks Zane Levins straight in the face!!! The Legion ERRUPTS with boos!!!! Levins goes tumbling backwards, onto his back at first, but he somehow uses the momentum from the superkick to roll through and back onto his feet! Angered, he charges Sabiru with everything he's got left, but Sabiru counters with a running knee to the face!

 

Terra Skye: Sabiru calls that the Fear no Evil!

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe this shit!

 

Levins hits the mat and he's out cold; the damage has certainly been done but the Legion has taken great exception to how Sabiru got the upper hand. They rain boos down on him that are so loud that they fill every crack and crevice of the 2300 Arena; and Sabiru definitely does not feel any Brotherly Love as he staggers back to his feet. Sabiru stumbles towards the cage door and signals for Ref Jeff to open it, which he does. It's all academic now as Sabiru, who's showing no balance at all, stumbles through the middle and the top rope and finds his body next to the cage door opening. Sabiru allows his legs to roll out, briefly trying to catch his balance as he takes one last look back at the carnage left inside the ring. Sabiru then allows his body weight to shift so that he stumbles forward and down the ring steps; both his feet touching the floor. This only makes the extremely loud boos even louder than before.

 

William Hickerson: The winner of the triple threat cage match.. SABBBBIIIIRRRRUUU!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow.

 

Terra Skye: Marisol had it won.

 

Johnny Vegas: Marisol is a fucking badass like I said. If she would have hit that on those two men, they'd both STILL be out right now, and she'd of waltzed right out the cage door.

 

Ray Payne: Dis wuz da bestest furst match I'ds evah seened yo.

 

Terra Skye: All three of these wrestlers deserve to win, for the performance they all put on tonight, but Sabiru is the one who walks out of here with the victory. A hard fought one at that.

 

Ray Payne: I does nots agrees wif how he treated Zaney yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Every man for himself... Zane shouldn't have checked on Marisol... that's what costed him.

 

Ray Payne: Zaney iz a guud man, yo. Nuthin is gunna change dat yo.

 

The EMT's come down to ringside to check on Zane and Marisol who are still laying in the center of the ring, both bleeding onto the Mat. Sabiru stops halfway up the ramp and turns around, taking one final look at the cage, and his downed opponents and then turns and leaves the arena, limping, but satisfied.

 

 

Backstage - Intentions Declared (Multiple Personalities are Fun!!)
The cameras cut away from the ring and the aftermath of the latest cage match to show the backstage area. Gary Altus is seen leaning against a large storage container on wheels. He is dressed in his wrestling gear in anticipation of his match against John Ojeda. Greg Ace suddenly appears in a ruffled mess.

 

Gary Altus & Greg Ace

 

Greg Ace: Shit, I knew I should have brought the Desitin with me. Altus is going to tear me a new butthole. Greg Ace here with the latest and greatest upcomer in Carnage Wrestling, Gary Altus!

 

Gary Altus: Is this walking mental institution really trying to pander to me? Oh, this is going to be fun. Hello there, Ace, how’s that brain of yours holding up?

 

Greg Ace: Oh, shit, he knows about my pills? Who the fuck is this guy? I, I, I have no idea what you are talking about, Gary. You’re coming off an impressive debut against Zane Levins. Now, tonight at Isolation you are tasked with facing what some people consider your wrestling equal, if not superior in this industry, John Ojeda. Oh please don’t tear me a new butthole, I can’t even cough without worrying about shitting my drawers right now.

 

Gary Altus: Such words as equal and superior mean little to me, Greg. Why the hell did Kyra book me against him already? John and I go way back in this industry, he helped me get trained and he’s the person that convinced me to join Carnage Wrestling. There is no trash-talk and berating at this point, Greg. The two of us simply need to move past this match so the two of us can continue our path of destruction and ascension within this company. Because it’s only a matter of time before we both have gold around our waists.

 

Greg Ace: You sure sound confident for a greenhorn, kid. Oh, shit, you didn’t hear that!

 

Altus chuckles and pushes away from the storage container he was leaning against. Turning to face Greg Ace, a look of pure intimidation and murder forms upon the face of Altus. As Greg starts to shiver in his slacks a shit-eating grin forms upon the face of Gary Altus as he reaches forward and snatches the microphone out of the grips of Greg Ace.

 

Greg Ace: Sweet jesus I think I just shit my pants!

 

Gary Altus: Maybe you should invest in adult diapers, I hear they’re all the rage with motards like yourself.

 

Greg Ace: Wait, are your inner voices talking to my inner voices again? Ah!!!

 

Gary Altus: Greg, lay off the coke and shut the fuck up for five seconds. After tonight John Ojeda and I will resume our warpath in this company. Kyra Johnson may think that booking the two of us against one another may slow down our pace, but this is only throwing fuel onto a growing fire, Kyra. The two of us are going to burn this company to the ground like a forest being purged by a wildfire. After the two of us are done with this company all the fat and chaff will be rendered away, leaving only the crème of the crop. Jackson and Dazi better make sure to hold onto those titles tight, because nothing is going to stand in the way of us…last I heard there was a house for sale down the road, did you hear how much it’s going for?

 

Greg Ace: Wait, what the heck are you talking about? I didn’t know Gary was a Real Estate agent…

 

Gary Altus: A simple nod to the past, Ace, and a warning as well. Ojeda and I aren’t going to kill each other for the sake of this company, but we sure as hell will show this company what true ultraviolence is all about. Sticking the two of us in a cage is like sticking two feral monsters behind bars, it’s only a matter of time before we break out and bring our wrath down upon the masses. Wrath and I have been doing this since Betty White was young. Hell, the Dead Sea was still healthy when Wrath and I started kicking the shit out of one another. It’s gotten rather old at this point….but what the hell, what’s one more night of blatant destruction and mayhem, right?

 

Greg Ace: Oh, man, the insurance payouts are going to be bananas after Isolation. Mmm, bananas..

 

Gary Altus: Take that banana and shove it right up your can…..er, mon……god dammit, ass! Fuck!

 

Greg Ace: Now, now Gary, we wouldn’t want the company to be sued for stealing someone’s gimmick, eh?

 

Gary Altus: Oh no, because gimmicks have never been stolen in professional wrestling before. What a douche-nozzle. How many amphetamines can you stuff into a nose that big?

 

Greg Ace: Hey, those were the eighties, man! We were all partying our faces off back then! All jokes aside, who will be the victor tonight between you and Ojeda?

 

Gary Altus: Victors? Losers? Winners? Those words are just that, Ace. Words. No, a message is going to be sent tonight to Kyra Johnson. Change is coming to Carnage Wrestling. Ultraviolent bloodshed will be wrought from this night forward and all those who stand in my way will be reaped like corn and set aside for the harvest. John Ojeda and Gary Altus won’t be turned and made to destroy one another so that fuckwads like Jackson and Dazi can continue to precariously hold onto the gold they so cherish and value. Keep those belts warm, because Ojeda and I are coming for them.

 

Gary Altus drops the microphone down onto the concrete which causes feedback to reverberate over the public address system. Greg Ace goes to lean over to pick the microphone up and watches Gary Altus leave from the backstage area. The camera pans away and the scene cuts back to ringside at the 2300 Arena where fans are anticipating the next match of the evening.

 

 

 

Match Two - John Ojeda Vs. Gary Altus

Terra Skye: This match is bound to be interesting.

 

Ray Payne: I woulds takes him seriously yo...

 

Johnny Vegas: Yet another person who can't understand what's going through the head of that stupid bitch that's running this--

 

Terra Skye: OKAY! We get it! For Fucks sake.

 

William Hickerson again enters the cage and prepares to announce this second match of the night.

 

William Hickerson: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is an Ultraviolent Cage Match!!! Again, in order to win, BOTH feet have to touch the ground outside the cage!!!

 

The lights in the arena darken as the crowd comes to a tepid quiet while they build in anticipation of the upcoming match. The opening beat of “Beyond the Pale” by Exodus begins playing in the Arena as Anubis Starscream emerges from behind the curtains. His sole focus is the ring before him as he wastes no time to shake hands and slap flesh with the fans equally cheering him on and razzing him at the same time.

 

William Hickerson: First, to the ring... Standing tall at Six foot, two inches and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... he is GARYY ALTUSSSS!!!!!!!

 

Gary Altus

 

Ray Payne: He is huge and scary is more likes it yo.

 

Terra Skye: Agreed.

 

Approaching the ring, Anubis walks to the ring steps and stops.

 

Ray Payne: Whut is he doings yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know... Hmmm...

 

As Altus leans against the outside of the cage, “Shovel headed kill machine” by Exodus hits the PA System and John “Wrath” Ojeda steps out into the arena. Like his opponent before him, he wastes little time playing to the crowd as he stalks down to the ring, with a knowing smile on his face.

 

William Hickerson: And his opponent, Standing tall at six foot, two inches and weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds... he is JOHNN OJEDAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

 

John Ojeda

 

Terra Skye: These two men are virtually equal in stats.

 

Johnny Vegas: And apparently they've also fought each other so much that they're both obviously bored with this match before it even starts.

 

Ray Payne: Well yo.. dey shuld jus be happies dat dey get to be at Isolations yo!

 

Ojeda approaches his opponent and the two men smirk at one another.

 

Terra Skye: This is just odd.

 

Before the bell can even ring and the men can enter the cage, the two of them charge at each other, starting to throw hands at one another with very little hesitation. Sokaris takes the upper hand and dips a punch and then smashes Wrath’s head into the cage that surrounds the ring. Wrath bounces off the cage and stumbles back into the guard railing. Sokaris takes off towards Wrath and attempts to level him with a yakuza kick. Wrath moves and Sokaris crotches himself on the top of the guard railing. Wrath turns and starts to unload a series of punches on Sokaris. Wrath ends his flurry with a nasty right hand that puts Sokaris into the first two rows of fans. Wrath quickly hops the railing and grabs a chair. As Sokaris tries to get up, Wrath swings the chair full force to Sokaris’ head and drops him right back on the concrete.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is already shaping up to be a wild one Ray, they’re going full tilt from the word go. The bell hasn’t even rang.

 

Ray Payne: That was a fucked up chair to the head yo! He gon’ need an asprin or like fifteen.

 

Wrath opens up the chair and sets it down on it’s legs; turning his attention so Sokaris, he scoops him off the ground. Wrath hooks Sokaris for a suplex onto the chair, but when he lifts, Sokaris reverse and spins them around. Sokaris takes Wrath over in a smooth motion and drives him through the chair with a nasty snap suplex. Wrath crushes the chair under his weight and immediately clutches his back where he went through the chair. Wrath tries to get up, but is greeted with a chair being thrown full force at his face. The chair bounces off Wrath’s head and goes flying, and Sokaris picks up another one. Sokaris launches another chair, and then another, as fans line up to hand over chairs. Sokaris begins to launch chair after chair at Wrath, burying him under a mound of twisted steel.

 

Johnny Vegas: The fans here in Philadelphia get to get into the action here as well.

 

Ray Payne: Yo, I should run over there and join in yo! Throw a chair at someone’s head, yo.

 

Sokaris digs Wrath out of the pile of chairs and picks him up, hitting him with a body slam on the pile of chairs. Wrath rolls out of them and tries to get up but Sokaris is on him and whips him towards the tables with all of the t-shirts on top of it. Wrath hits the table and puts on the brakes. Sokaris comes charging in and takes a back elbow. Wrath turns around and delivers a series of forearm shots and then whips Sokaris into the brick wall. Sokaris bounces off the wall and stumbles onto one of the tables. Wrath bashes Sokaris’ head into the table repeated. Sokaris drops to his knees and Wrath grabs him by the hair, dragging him towards the stairs that lead up into the crow’s nest over the front door. As he does, security scrambles and starts to set up a group of tables. Wrath and Sokaris start to deliver punches back and forth as they head towards the top of the stairs. Wrath gets the upper hand when he hits Sokaris with a super stiff right hand that topples him and leaves him slumped over the edge of the crow’s nest. Wrath grabs Sokaris, and Sokaris battles back, throwing a flurry of punches at Wrath. Sokaris attempts a lariat, but Wrath ducks under it. Sokaris turns around and comes back, only to be caught with a big 80s style hip toss that sends him off the crows nest and crashing through the tables.

 

Johnny Vegas: They’re going all over the building. They just took out our merchandise.

 

Ray Payne: This is fucking crazy, yo! Where they going?! They going way the fuck up there yo!

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

Wrath takes his time climbing back down from the crow’s nest, using the opportunity to gather up some strength. Wrath gets down to the bottom, just as Sokaris starts to move. Sokaris starts to get up and Wrath helps him up by his hair. Wrath drags Sokaris towards the front doors of the building and whips him towards the glass. Sokaris reverses and sends Wrath into the door, causing him to smash through the glass. Sokaris follows after him quickly and kicks open the door. Wrath starts to get up, but Sokaris kicks him down the ramp that leads into the building. Wrath starts to get up at the bottom and Sokaris follows after him. Sokaris drags Wrath out into the street and whips him into on coming traffic. Wrath can’t move out of the way fast enough and ends up planted on the hood of the car, getting hit by the car. Sokaris follows Wrath right up onto the hood of the car, picking him up and powerbombing him through the windshield. The fans have flooded out into the streets of Philadelphia at this point.

 

Johnny Vegas: How the hell are either of them still standing after this shit already?

 

Ray Payne: They ain’t even start the match yet yo. They just brawling!

 

Johnny Vegas: They are in the streets of south Philadelphia and Wrath just got hit by a car!

 

Ray Payne: This is crazy yo!

 

Sokaris grabs Wrath and drags him off the car, pulling him towards the front door. Wrath swings at Sokaris’ gut, but Sokaris just continues to drag him towards the doors. Sokaris whips Wrath in through the doors and into the security gate. Wrath topples over the gate and Sokaris follows him in quickly. Sokaris picks him up and whips him back into the crowd, where Wrath rolls into row of open chairs and skids across the floor. Sokaris follows in as Wrath gets up. Wrath grabs a chair as Sokaris comes in and swings for the fences. The chair dents around Sokaris’ head but he only wobbles. Wrath winds back and hits Sokaris with a second sickening shot. Sokaris knees get weak but he refuses to go down. Wrath swings again and again and again, but Sokaris refuses to drop. Wrath winds back and takes one more mighty swing and Sokaris drops like a sack of shit and is gushing from a gash in his head.

 

Johnny Vegas: Wrath is still fighting somehow. He just destroyed Sokaris with a series of chair shots that would make Mick Foley blush.

 

Ray Payne: Sokaris is gushing blood yo! Like bad bad yo!

 

Wrath picks up Sokaris and whips him towards the ringside area. Sokaris hits the guard railing and flips over it. Wrath follows him over it and picks him up. Wrath bounces Sokaris off the cage a few times and rubs his head into the outside of it to open up the wound more and make Wrath bleed. As he does, Sokaris reaches through the cage and grabs a little pouch. Sokaris opens the pouch, grabs a little wooden skewer and jams it back into Wrath’s head. Wrath turns and drops to his knees. Sokaris grabs his head and the pouch of wooden skewers and starts to stick them into Wrath’s forehead, opening him up and causing him to bleed. Sokaris sticks the skewers by the bushel into Wrath’s head and leaves them there flopping around for everyone to see.

 

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck is wrong with these two!? They’re doing things to each other we’ve never seen and the match hasn’t even started.

 

Ray Payne: They both want that win bad yo! So bad they ain’t even get there yet! It’s like a fight at the weigh in yo!

 

Sokaris picks up Wrath and hits him with a few stiff forearms and then whips him into the outside of the cage. Sokaris rakes Wrath’s head along towards the cage door. Sokaris gets to the cage door with Wrath by the head and opens the door. Wrath stops him and swings the door at his head. Sokaris goes down and rolls into the cage. Wrath follows him into the ring where all of the ultraviolent weapons are laying. Wrath climbs in and the ref shuts the door behind them. At this point, the bell finally rings, signaling the start of the match.

 

Ray Payne: They finally in the cage yo! Finally!

 

Johnny Vegas: The match is finally under way!

 

Sokaris gets up and Wrath looks at him. The two hear the bell and smile at each other in a sick way, as their faces have already become the crimson masks. Wrath reaches a hand out towards Sokaris and Sokaris shakes his hand. They stand in the center of the ring, talking for a minute with smiles on their faces. They both make a very visible shrug as they don't know what to do next. Sokaris and Wrath both move towards the cage door on the lower corner of the cage. A sinister smile creeps across the face of Wrath as he approaches the door to the cage and kicks it wide open. The door damn near flies off the hinges as the two men approach the exit of the cage. Each of them taking turns, they step through the ropes nonchalantly and Sokaris follows Wrath as they step out the door. Each man now standing on the steps on the outside of the cage, They both put one foot down on the floor. Wrath begins counting.. 1..2..3! And on three both men place their second foot down on the floor at the exact same time! Ref Jeff looks on stunned for a moment before calling for the bell!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Commotion rings out inside the 2300 Arena as Jeff has to pass his decision along to William Hickerson. Hickerson nods and brings the microphone up to his mouth.

 

William Hickerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, Ref Jeff has just informed me that the decision of this match is a.. DRAW!

 

The Legion is a mix reaction of boos and cheers as most are pissed off that a match with so much hype attached to it came with both men being slapped with a No Decision.

 

 

Ringside - Making a Mess

Johnny Vegas: The Legion is in an uproar!

 

Ray Payne: They wanted to see a war between Wrath and Sokaris, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Screw this; I’m getting the hell out of here.

 

John Ojeda & Gary Altus

 

Wrath is the first to climb out of the cage as Terra Skye pushes away from the announce table and takes off across outside of the ring. Ojeda is quick to catch the woman by her hair while Altus comes out of the steel cage and stands outside the ring to the side of Wrath. Terra tries to plead with the man while her body is visibly shaking with fear. John snarls and tosses Skye with an Irish Whip back towards the announce table while Altus is quick to follow Wrath towards the announce table. Terra crashes across the edge of the table and is racked with fear.

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit!

 

Ray Payne: Mizz Terra! Iz you okay yo?

 

Ray stands up and quickly moves around the announce table to come to Terra's aide. Terra seems to be okay, just a bit shaken up, but all three of them agree that it's not safe to stay. Ray and Johnny still having their headsets on, we can hear exactly what they say.

 

Ray Payne: Time to bounce, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: For once, I agree with you!

 

As Johnny and Ray try to vacate the announce table they are helped by Boy who steps up from the time keepers area like the wrestler that he once used to be. Altus takes hold of Boy and slams him into the barrier between the outside of the ring and the fans. Boy hits the barricade so hard that it immediately stuns him. He tries to flee in the other direction. He is abruptly stopped as a left fist from Wrath comes crashing into his cheek and jaw. Boy is completely upended and crashes onto the concrete off to the side while Altus looks over to AGOS who is guarding the hard camera. Glancing over to Wrath, he motions with both of his thumbs up towards the roof of the 2300 Arena. Wrath nods and goes up to grab AGOS from behind the hard camera by his shoulders. Taking hold of AGOS by the throat, Altus lays his hands over Wrath as the two men hoist AGOS up and then drive AGOS through the announce table with a Double Choke Slam. The table explodes as the broken body of AGOS sprawls out across the debris and concrete floor.

 

Holy shit! Holy shit!! Holy shit!!!

 

The fans up in the bleachers are completely losing their minds while the fans on the floor are now standing on their feet and beginning to give some distance from the barricade and the two men who seem hell-bent on destroying everything in their path. Altus picks up Boy from the concrete and hoists the man over his right shoulder. Walking away from the announce table, Gary heads over in the direction of the Concession Stand and tosses Boy over the barricade. Altus and Wrath then both climb over the barricades as some fans turn to run while others stay to cheer on the two men.

 

Fat-Fuck Fan #1: Wrath! You the man!

 

Wrath turns in the direction of the cheer and quickly delivers a fierce head-butt to the fan’s forehead. Bones are heard snapping and cracking as blood goes flying. It’s quickly apparent that no one is safe. On the other side of the arena Altus can be seen laying out fans left and right with a series of punches, chops and head-butts. Those with half a brain are quick to flee to the edges of the 2300 Arena, if not attempting to vacate the arena entirely. Altus once more takes hold of Boy and chops him across the chest with his left hand. Boy stumbles back towards the Concession Stand. Altus comes flying at the man with a Clothesline that knocks him over the serving line into the kitchen area of the Concession Stand.

 

Remaining members of the Legion: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

 

Meanwhile, Wrath enters the crowd and begins to lay out fans with his trademark, face breaking punches. One of the less-than-humans takes hold of a chair and hits Wrath across his back and shoulders. The man barely flinches as he turns around, takes hold of the chair from the fan and breaks it in half over his head and neck. The unlucky fool slumps down half-lifelessly to the pavement while Wrath once more stalks AGOS. The remaining fans cut in half like the Red Sea while Ojeda grabs hold of AGOS from the pieces of the announce table and takes him towards the main entrance of the 2300 Arena. As the two men disappear behind a wall and stairwell, the remaining fans are completely losing their minds as the two men appear now standing on the second floor to the stairwell of the main entrance.

 

Those addicted to Ultraviolence: THIS IS AWESOME!! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*

 

Wrath is now standing with AGOS in his grasp on the second floor of the stairwell adjacent to the main entrance to the Arena. The bleachers next to the entrance have been completely cleared out by this point. One sadistic fan managed to set up a table stretched across two of the rows of the bleachers at a forty-five degree angle. Wrath takes notice of this and a terrifying smile creeps across his face.

 

John Ojeda: Time to die – punk bitch!

 

Delivering a punch to AGOS' gut, the man doubles over and Ojeda locks the man up into the beginnings of a Powerbomb. Approaching the edge of the balcony, Wrath hoists AGOS up towards his shoulders and then drives him down over the edge of the balcony. He releases the man at the last second which causes AGOS to come crashing down into both the wooden table and metal bleachers.

 

Fat Fuck Fan #2 on the first floor: BAW MAH GAWD, HE KILLED AGOS!!!!

 

Wrath comes flying off the balcony and connects with a Clothesline that lays said fan out on the concrete while Ojeda uses the body of the victim to break his fall.

 

Meanwhile, over in the Concession Stand Gary Altus has taken hold of the douchebag who had been serving beer all night.

 

Gary Altus: I clearly remember Wrath and I saying all the beer was free tonight. Well, time to pay the piper!

 

Gary tosses the concession worker onto the adjacent flattop grill. The sound of sizzling, burning flesh follows while the man screams out in pain and bloody murder. The rest of the concession stand crew has already fled out and headed towards the door of the 2300 Arena. Boy is laid out across the nonslip floor with blood pouring out of several cuts on his face and underneath his clothes. Altus rips the beer man off the flat top and tosses him over the countertop of the concession stand back into the crowd. Turning to take hold of Boy, he hoists the man up and over his shoulders. Pivoting, Gary slams Boy down onto an adjacent stainless still tabletop covered in diced peppers with the Funeral Hymn. Boy probably would be screaming out in pain as the juices of the peppers seep into his wounds, but the man slumps over unconscious within the concession stand.

 

Walking past the broken body of Boy, Altus takes a moment to fill up two red Solo cups with Yuengling Ale. As he walks out of the concession stand he looks across the arena as Wrath is once more tearing through the remaining fans with vicious punches and head-butts. Taking hold of a metal chair from the floor, Wrath folds it up, spins around quickly and tees off on a fan that was trying to run and escape the arena. Neither men nor women, only children are spared as Wrath wages a warpath towards the concession stand. Despite the fact that he is bleeding from his own face, the man seems possessed by a demon.

 

Terra Skye: STOP IT!

 

The voice of Terra Skye is heard as the man is seen standing at the ramp to the inner workings of the arena. He is flanked on both sides by several security guards as the man is no fool to recognize the complete bedlam and pandemonium that has unfolded within the 2300 Arena. Altus laughs sadistically while emptying his cup of beer. Setting Wrath’s down on the concession stand countertop, Altus reaches over, grabs a slice of cardboard pizza and slaps an adjacent fleeing fan in the face. The fan goes ass over tea-kettle and smashes into a group of trash cans filled to the brim with dregs of trash from the evening.

 

Gary Altus: Stop? We’ve only just begun..

 

Wrath finally makes it over to the concession stand and takes a moment to both catch his breath and wipe the blood out of his eyes. Altus reaches back over to the concession stand and then hands the filled cup over towards John. Ojeda quickly and greedily downs the lager and only seems to be further invigorated. Altus begins to laugh once more as Wrath comes over and head-butts the man. Wrath starts laughing as well as Altus laughs and chop blocks Wrath. The two men are coming off as two boys in a playground who have laid waste to lesser beings. Altus, now bloody as well, climbs back into the concession stand to refill their beers.

 

Terra Skye: You can't just go and assault the fans! Let alone the Staff! If you don't stop, I'm going to have to call the police!

 

John Ojeda: Hear that, Sokaris? She’s going to have us arrested.

 

Gary Altus: I’ll make sure to pick up a dozen donuts and cheesesteaks for the boys, we haven’t visited the precinct in ages!

 

Wrath laughs as Altus emerges from the concession stand with two more beers. The men quickly down both of them while looking towards the stage and entrance to the ring.

 

Terra Skye: You both are going to be fired if you don’t stop this insanity right now!

 

John Ojeda: Come on, Sokaris, I think it’s time we took this to the backstage and continue the lesson is violence.

 

Gary Altus: Kneel and Die. Kneel. And. Die.

 

Ojeda and Wrath toss their empty red Solo cups aside and begin to make their way towards the entrance to ringside. Wrath is first to climb over the barricade towards the ramp while Altus is right on his heel. Both men’s faces are now covered in blood which only adds to their menacing nature.

 

Four security guards come moving towards Wrath and Sokaris. Wrath lays out the first guard completely with a left hook that clearly breaks the man’s jaw and probably several brain cells. As a second guard comes swinging with a baton, Altus catches the man by his forearm and delivers a palm strike to the guards elbow. The security guard screams out in pain as his arm breaks in half the wrong way while bone breaks flesh and meat while blood quickly pours out onto the entrance ramp. Altus tosses the guard down onto the pavement below while a third security guard produces a taser.

 

As the security guard hesitates for a second and squeezes the trigger, Wrath quickly dips and ducks to the side while the electrified barbs go flying. Being of an older design, cords run towards the barbs to supply them with the electricity needed to shock the intended perpetrator. Wrath catches the cords and wraps them around the neck of the guard. Stabbing the barbs into the guard’s neck, the man’s body begins to convulse with electricity while Wrath tosses him off the entrance ramp to the concrete below. The last guard tries to turn and run but is grabbed by the scruff of his neck by Gary. Altus spins the man around and delivers a forearm to his abdomen, causing him to double over. Wrath quickly wraps the man up, hoists him into the air and slams him down into the unforgiving steel of the entrance ramp with the Soul Eraser. Flipping back up to his feet all too quickly for a man his size, Ojeda looks towards Altus.

 

John Ojeda: So much for the warm-up. Now the real fun begins.

 

Gary Altus: Never turning back – forward to the death.

 

John Ojeda: Jawohl. Let’s go have some real fun…

 

Snickering to Altus, Gary begins to laugh maniacally as the two men walk through the entrance to ringside and disappear into the inner workings of the 2300 Arena.

 

Terra Skye sits back down at the commentary table beside her comrades, her face as pale as a ghost.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Terra, you coulds has gotten hurted yo.

 

Terra Skye: Someone had to stand up to them... atleast they're not out here anymore.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, but God knows what in the fuck they're going to do backstage now.

 

Ray Payne: Dis is bads yo.

 

Terra Skye: Boy, Agos... They could've gotten us.

 

Johnny Vegas: You standing up there like an idiot could have gotten us all wasted.

 

Terra Skye: I had to do SOMETHING.

 

Ray Payne: I does nots wants anythings tah happens tah yous Miss Terra.

 

Johnny Vegas: Speak for yourself.

 

The fans finally calm down after the commotion, some people getting medical attention for their injuries. But the show must go on.

 

 

Match Three - Melody Lennox Vs. Nick Perry
It takes a little while for everything to calm down again here the 2300 Arena, but after a little while, the crowd is ready to continue the night, and try to forget the attacks from a few moments ago.

 

William Hickerson: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a standard cage match in which BOTH feet have to touch the ground outside the cage in order to secure the win!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Is he going to say that for every match tonight?

 

Terra Skye: It's his job, shut up.

 

Ray Payne: Yeah, yo. Sheesh Johnny. All you does is whines yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Quit sucking up to Terra, she doesn't like you tonight.

 

The upbeat bubblegum pop music starts, combined with pink and yellow flickering strobes across the front of the stage, and the music of Katy Perry's "Roar" comes across the PA, to the cheers of anyone under sixteen. It begins with the chorus, and by the time the words have sung "I've got the eye of the tiger", it is clearly worse than originally anticipated. It's not Katy Perry, but actually the cast of Glee performing a cover of the song.

 

Johnny Vegas: This rendition of this song makes me want to claw my ear drums out of my head.

 

Terra Skye: Get used to it... UGH.

 

A confetti canon explodes with glitter as Nick Perry bounds through the curtains, throwing his arms open wide, as if he were going to give the entire arena a hug. He wears a broad, toothy smile, and bounces on the balls of his feet while he walks.

 

William Hickerson: First to the ring, standing tall at six foot, he weighs two hundred and twelve pounds. He is NICK PERRYYYYY!!!!!!

 

Nick Perry

 

Pausing for a few moments at ringside, Nick peels off his Carnage Wrestling t-shirt and tosses it to the youngest fan he sees within the first three rows. Standing bare-chested and sporting his ridiculous tiger striped mask, points his finger out over the crowd, shouting out 'thank yous' to the audience for attending that can't quite be picked up on camera, then turns his attention back to the ring. Approaching the door that leads into the cage, Nick enters the ring rather flamboyantly and showboats to the crowd while awaiting his opponent.

 

Johnny Vegas: He's looking overly confident.

 

Ray Payne: Ifs you gots it, yous flaunts it, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh lord, please stop talking like you were dropped on your head as a child.

 

Johnny Vegas: He can't. It's impossible. Throught you'd of figured this out after all these months.

 

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

 

William Hickerson: And his opponent, standing in at five foot, and weighing in at one hundred pounds... She is MELODY LENNNNNNNOOOOOOX!

 

Melody Lennox

 

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

 

Ray Payne: We gots steel cage action, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Perry and Melody have a lot to prove tonight, especially in front of this crowd.

 

Terra Skye: What, half of these jackasses are too busy stuffing their faces with cheesesteaks to give a damn about the match.

 

Johnny Vegas: *muffled sounds of a cheesesteak being devoured*

 

The crowd is amped up and ready for the opening bell! Standing at the ready on the outside, Ref Jeff secures the cage door shut with a slide bolt. Leaving both competitors isolated inside the twenty foot high structure of Pennsylvania steel and chain link fence, he signals over to Terra to ring the opening bell!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Stepping backwards towards the ropes and steel cage, Melody and Perry immediately lock up with one another in the middle of the ring. Little time is wasted as Perry immediately turns a collar and elbow tieup into an armbar in his favor. With a quick grab of the wrist and a spin, Perry takes the upper hand early, wrenching her arm around to the small of her back – successfully transitioning into a hammerlock. Submissions won't help here, but Melody has other plans this early in the match up anyway. Lennox takes off to the ropes and bounces against them. The force of the bounce causes her and Perry both to roll backwards toward the middle of the canvas. Perry is forced to break the hammerlock so that he can successfully roll through the counter and back to his feet. Melody, now free from the hold, rolls through and back to her feet as well. A few feet apart, both competitors square up for the moment, but neither of them have the upper hand.

 

Ray Payne: Looks like we’re gonna have high-flying antics, ya hear?

 

Johnny Vegas: Lennox and Perry both rely on speed and high-flying moves – the steel cage is the true x factor in this match.

 

Terra Skye: Wow, you’re actually analyzing this match; I think I’m going to have a heart attack.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not before this cheesesteak does me in. Damn, this is good!

 

Ray Payne: Where’s mine, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Uhm….I ate it already.

 

Terra Skye: Fatass.

 

The Carnage Legion is cheering both Lennox and Perry on as they begin to circle the ring once more. Both Melody and Nick Perry step towards each other and lock up in the middle a second time. Ref Jeff stands outside patiently by the door as Perry breaks the hold and Irish Whips Melody towards the ropes. Bounding across the canvas and into the ropes, Lennox turns her back to them and launches off the ropes to come back towards Nick with a full head of steam and momentum on her side. Perry throws an odd looking a Spinning Heel Kick but Melody performs her signature one-handed cartwheel off to the side to avoid whatever impact might have been. The forward momentum carries Nick across the canvas and into the ropes while Melody turns to face her opponent. Perry becomes entangled in the ropes just long enough that his back remains turned to his opponent. Melody Lennox senses this and springs forward to Perry. Catching him from behind, Melody slams Perry down ferociously into the adjacent canvas with a Reverse Swinging Neckbreaker.

 

Ray Payne: Dwamn, I coulds hardly keeps up with that, ya hear?

 

Johnny Vegas: Why are you saying 'ya hear'?

 

Ray Payne: I is tryins sumthins new, ya heah?

 

Terra Skye: I'd rather you say yo eight million fucking times. Ya hear?

 

With Perry sprawled out across the canvas, Melody turns her attention towards the closest turnbuckle. Ascending to the top rope with the corner of the steel cage pinned against her back and shoulders, she sizes Nick Perry up. This early in the match, Perry is showing some life on the canvas, already attempting to reach for the ropes to assist himself back to his own feet. Upon her opponent regaining a vertical base, Melody leaps off the turnbuckle and flies through the air with a Diving Crossbody. As gravity brings her down to the canvas, Nick Perry catches the lighter Lennox at the last minute. Perry looks to transition the fallaway slam positioning he has on his opponent into some sort of slam, but for some reason chooses not to. Uncomfortable with where his hands are placed, he quickly lowers Lennox's feet back to the canvas and takes a step back; raising his arms up high in the air. Perry is seen apologizing, which is confusing to both Lennox and the Carnage Legion here in Philadelphia; it seems that in the fall away slam positioning Perry had a hand on Melody's hind quarters. Melody smiles and reassures Nick that there was no harm in what he had done, as he did not grab or squeeze her in any way that seemed inappropriate. Nick smiles, but that's when Melody decides to try to surprise him with a toe kick. Perry, very quick himself, catches the foot. Melody pushes off with her opposite leg, leaping up and twisting her body to throw as much torque as she can into an enzugiri counter, but Perry has it well scouted. He ducks down beneath the enzugiri attempt while maintaining a hold on Melody's left leg. He rolls around with her on the canvas to apply a Half Boston Crab.

 

Terra Skye: He calls that the Perry-lizer!

 

Johnny Vegas: That's one way to slow Lennox down.

 

Terra Skye: I feel like these two are going to have to practically kill one another to get out of this cage. They're very evenly matched.

 

Johnny Vegas: How are they going to kill each other exactly.. out nicing one another?!

 

Ray Payne: Still waiting on my cheesesteak, yo.

 

Melody screams out in pain as the Carnage Legion murmurs, trying to figure out Perry's strategy here by going for the legs. Nick Perry continues to wrench and sit down into the Half Boston Crab. Finally, after a few moments of causing damage with the Perry-lizer, he releases the hold of his own volition. Melody immediately clutches the left knee when the hold is released, cradling it and pulling it in closer to her chest. Perry looks down for a moment, attempting to size up the seriousness of Lennox's injury before deciding what his next move is going to be. After mulling it over for a few moments, Nick turns towards the ring ropes and the cage itself, and very soon his intentions are very clear and well known. With one more look back at Lennox, who is still on the mat, Perry turns and begins to scale the side of the cage with his hands in the chain link and his foot on the bottom rope. Holding onto the chain link fence, he's able to step right up to the middle rope and pull himself upward. Melody sees this, and this is just the shot of adrenaline she needed to get back into this match up. Willing herself back to her feet, she quickly makes her way over to where Perry is scaling the cage and grabs him by the back of his trunks. She yanks him down with one fluent motion. Perry naturally lands on his feet, almost expecting to be pulled down at this early stage of the game. Lennox immediately tries to grab Nick with a waistlock, but Perry keeps the pace rolling with a quick standing switch that has him with the one holding Lennox by the waist. He shoves her off towards the ropes, where she hits them chest first and catches herself. Perry charges in, but Lennox dips herself down and pulls the top rope down with her! Perry's leap was timed perfectly – for Lennox that is – as he finds crashing into the chain link face first before stumbling around upon his return to the canvas. The Legion reacts loudly to one of the hardest impacts of the cage tonight, and it most certainly won't be the last. Perry staggers towards the center of the ring, taking steps while being completely unaware of his surroundings as he clutches his face through the fabric of the mask. Lennox finds herself behind Perry, putting her in the perfect spot for a game changing maneuver. Leaping into the air towards Perry, Lennox catches him with a Reverse Headscissors Takedown and drives him down into the canvas in the middle of the ring. Clamoring around her opponent, Lennox quickly wraps her hands around the head and neck of Perry to lock in a Camel Clutch.

 

Ray Payne: Sandhorse Clutch, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh my god...

 

Ray Payne: Dats da desert horsie wif da humps on its backs yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's a fucking Camel you dumbass.. Jesus god help us now.

 

Ray Payne: Dats da cigarettes yo.. dem is bads fur you.

 

Terra Skye: No you idiot! It's a camel clutch! CAMEL CLUTCH!!!

 

Lennox continues to apply the hold while Perry roars in pain and attempts to get out of the submission. Grabbing her opponent by his shoulders, Lennox hoists Nick back up to his feet and quickly launches into an assault of Forearm Smashes. Pushing Perry towards the ropes it’s apparent the woman is overextending herself. Waiting for an opening, Nick catches Melody by her arm and pivots to launch her over the ropes and into the wall of the steel cage. The sound of metal crashing into flesh echoes across the 2300 Arena as the Legion comes to their feet.

 

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

 

Johnny Vegas: The steel cage finally comes into this match in a big way. Both bimbo and what's his name have used it now-

 

Terra Skye: You've got to be kidding me, Johnny! It's Melody Lennox and Nick Perry!

 

Johnny Vegas: I said that!

 

Terra Skye: No you didn't!

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes I did!

 

Ray Payne: Guys..?

 

Terra Skye: They're world class wrestlers and performers! Plying their craft on one of the biggest stages here in the historic 2300 arena! And they don't need you-

 

Johnny Vegas: Blah blah blah..

 

Ray Payne: Ey yo, guys.

 

Terra Skye: ..they don't need you screwing up their..

 

Johnny Vegas: Blah blah fucking blah!

 

Ray Payne: Yo! Guyz!

 

Terra Skye & Johnny Vegas: WHAT?!

 

Ray Payne: I tink Mizz Melody is bleedins, yo.

 

As Melody collapses to the canvas with blood trickling down from a cut across her forehead, Perry rushes over immediately to help. He pulls Melody up to a seated position so that he can get a clean look at her head. He uses his wrist tape to wipe off the blood and applies pressure on the wound in question. It doesn't look like that things are too bad on Melody's forehead, but it's her face that tells a different story as she is absolutely shocked that her opponent would stop in mid match to check on her condition, let alone having her best interests in heart. With Perry now secure that he's closed the wound, having looked out for Melody's well-being, he makes his way back to his feet. He grabs Lennox by the sides of her head, as if nothing ever happened, and attempts to use this grip to twist Melody back to a vertical base by force. Melody makes it back to one knee before she decides to take advantage of the situation, throwing forearm shivs into the midsection of Perry repeatedly, each one lessening the grip that he has on her head. Melody stands up just long enough to place the top of her head beneath Perry's jaw before locking her arms around his head and dropping down with a painful jawbreaker.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz a jawbreaker, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Congratulations, it only took you like twenty shows, but you've finally gotten a move right.

 

Ray Payne: Tanks Mizz Terra!

 

Johnny Vegas: She was being sarcastic, you moron!

 

Nick Perry rolls around on the mat, clutching his jaw. This gives Melody the perfect opportunity to show off her agility as she turns her back towards her downed opponent and wows the Carnage Legion with a picture perfect backflip splash. Her midsection collides with Perry's stomach and drives the wind out of him, but at a small cost to herself as well. With Melody now up, it is her turn to try to scale the cage. Or is it? Melody looks towards the doorway, and begins to walk to the cage door where Ref Jeff is waiting to open it. Melody signals to Jeff to open up the door and the Carnage Legion grows louder in anticipation. With Lennox's back turned to her opponent, Perry has the time to regather himself and he rolls over onto his stomach. Perry sees Lennox making her way towards the door and he shoots up to his feet. He pulls himself behind her and grabs a waist lock and pops off a quick release german suplex that drops Melody right on her shoulders and the back of her neck in the center of the ring. Ref Jeff closes the door once more. Perry now up, he looks towards the northern wall of the steel cage, Perry clamors over to the ropes and springs up to the steel cage. While Lennox is slow to get up to her feet while wiping her eyes, Nick Perry begins to climb up the wall of the steel cage in an attempt to escape the cage and win the match.

 

Ray Payne: Perry is trying to escape, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I think this is going to backfire on cat boy... small chick isn't out of this... Not even after that RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, I'm impressed!

 

Johnny Vegas: Stuff it! I'm not half a sped like Ray is!

 

Ray Payne: Wuts a sped, yo?

 

As Nick Perry gets roughly half-way up the wall of the steel cage, Melody springs back up to her feet. Rushing towards the ropes and the wall Nick is climbing, Lennox leaps onto the middle rope and uses the momentum to catch Nick Perry and wrap her arms around his upper body. Pushing against the wall of the steel cage, Lennox flips completely around and smashes Perry down into the canvas from half-way up the steel cage wall.

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

 

Terra Skye: The Melody Lennox with the Final Serenade from half-way up the steel cage!

 

Ray Payne: I think he’s dead, yo!

 

Terra Skye: Way to be observant. Melody Lennox is proving she can hang with the boys tonight.

 

Ref Jeff moves towards the scene of impact as both Melody and Perry are laid out across the canvas. Nick Perry is now also bleeding from a cut across his forehead as both competitors are shedding small drops of blood and sweat in an attempt to gain victory in the match. Melody rolls around onto her stomach and pushes against the canvas to get back up to her feet. Perry suddenly rolls away from the middle of the ring and comes to rest against the opposite turnbuckle. He uses the ropes to quickly spring back up to his feet as Lennox comes rushing towards him. Launching out from the turnbuckle as Lennox comes towards him, Nick uses the ropes to gain momentum as he collides with Melody and hits a Neckbreaker that lays the two of them back out in the middle of the ring. Rolling and coming to stand back up to his feet, Perry eyes up the closest steel cage wall while wiping some of the blood and sweat out of his eyes.

 

Ray Payne: Seems like neither one of them can gain the upper hand, ya heah, yo?

 

Terra Skye: Will you ever end a sentence properly?

 

Ray Payne: Nos I can’t, my momma droppeded me on my head as a baby, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Ugh…my brain cells.

 

Johnny Vegas: Look! The kitten is MEOW trying to escape the cage!

 

Terra Skye: …..

 

Approaching the southern wall of the steel cage, Nick once more climbs up onto the ropes and then takes hold of the unforgiving metal. As he starts to climb up the wall, Melody rolls back up to her feet and takes notice of her opponent attempting to escape the steel cage. As Nick is almost a third of the way up the wall, Lennox rushes towards the ropes and uses them to spring up onto the cage. Paralleling Nick Perry as she climbs up the metal, the woman seems like a fire has been lit under her ass as she closes the distance with her opponent showing a much greater climbing speed than Perry. Taking notice of Lennox, Perry tries to kick at the woman with his left leg to knock her off the wall. Despite the impact of the kicks, Lennox is able to hold onto the cage as she chops at the man’s head and shoulders while holding onto the cage with her opposite hand.

 

Johnny Vegas: This could end horribly for either of them.... YES!

 

Ray Payne: Someone better call 911s, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Miss Psycho Bitch does have a few ambulances lined up in the back, just in case. I'll give her that.

 

Terra Skye: YOU? Giving Kyra props for something?! Holy shit, say it ain't so!!!

 

Despite the chops from Lennox, Perry reaches over to Melody and grips the back of her neck. He wrenches Lennox back and then slams her face into the sturdy metal of the steel cage wall, being the only real offensive option that Perry has left. Lennox falls back for a moment and almost falls away from the wall, hanging on by the threads of her left fingertips. Perry takes a breath and decides to attempt to keep climbing the wall, knowing he needs to capitalize on this moment in order to win. As he climbs up towards the top of the wall, Melody reaches up and grabs hold of heel of Perry’s left boot. Wrenching him down, the metal of the steel wall cuts into Perry’s body as he comes down parallel to Melody once more. As he starts to fall away from the wall, Lennox leaps across the wall of the cage and drives her knee right into the face of Nick Perry. Perry and Lennox both come crashing down into the canvas of the ring once more.

 

HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

 

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

 

Ray Payne: Dey is putting is alls on da line yo.

 

Terra Skye: The Legion loves it!

 

Ref Jeff calls into both Lennox and Perry from the outside asking them if they both can continue on with the match. Lennox looks up and lightly nods her head as she moves to stand back up to her feet. Nick Perry is stirring as well, he's just not sure which part of his body hurts the most by now.

 

Johnny Vegas: I wonder which one is going to get up first

 

Ray Payne: I bets its one of da peoples in da ring yo.

 

Terra Skye: I knew I should have brought the whiskey.

 

Looking over to the western wall of the steel cage, Melody knows she needs to capitalize on this recent development if she is going to utilize her best chance so far of escaping the steel cage. Walking towards the ropes with what energy she has left, Melody uses the turnbuckle to climb up towards the corner of the steel cage. Taking hold of the chain link wall, she begins to ascend towards the top of the cage. Nick Perry takes notice of this as he rolls up onto his feet and comes to stand on the canvas. Rushing towards the corner of the cage as Melody is about half-way up, Perry uses the turnbuckles to gain a height advantage as he takes hold of Melody’s boots and wrenches her away from the wall. He releases her mid-toss and slams the woman down into the ring with a Powerbomb from half-way up the steel cage! Perry then climbs up against the corner of the steel cage wall and pushes away, flying through the air to come crashing down on top of Melody with a hard mid-air twist frog splash!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn!

 

Ray Payne: That had to hurt, yo.

 

“C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!”

 

Both competitors are down, clutching their midsections and coughing and rolling around. Perry has to find a way to push himself back up to his feet, to somehow fight through the pain and to keep the pace of the match exactly where he and his father want it to be. Perry does a half-push up, just enough to be able to step his foot through underneath of himself so that he can get back to a vertical base. He eyes up Melody who is still down in the center of the ring and he's got thoughts of going to the air once more. Perry heads towards the westerly ropes and springboards off of the middle of the three – back flipping through the air effortlessly with a Lionsault! But Melody somehow finds it deep down inside of her to roll out of the way! Perry lands on his feet! Melody spins herself around and back up to one knee at the same moment that Perry has to take a backwards step to regain his balance. Melody pushes off of her knee and charges right at Perry; Nick sidesteps and places his hand right between Lennox's shoulder blades to add velocity to her run as she heads very quickly towards the eastern side of the ring. Melody has too much speed to springboard, so all she can do is turn her back quickly to the ropes to bound off of them. Perry knows she is coming and throws a hard spinning heel kick that Melody rolls underneath of in a flash. Melody immediately rolls back to a vertical base at the same time that Perry decides to charge towards the east ropes to do a lightning fast springboard. Perry spins in mid air with an attempted springboard senton but he's caught hard in the midsection with a dropkick counter!

 

Terra Skye: Damn, these two are giving it their all!

 

Ray Payne: Dats whut dey says dey would does yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I still think they're going to kill each other with niceness. Just my opinion though.

 

The Legion is cheering the action as Lennox and Perry both hit the mat feeling the effects of this match – a feeling that grows even greater as the seconds tick on. Melody is the first back to her feet, but she's got her left arm cradling her mid-section; but Perry is not too far behind and mimicking that same defensive posture himself. Melody does a stutter step before leaping onto the ropes, both her feet landing on the middle rope as she reaches up with both arms to begin climbing the cage. The Carnage Legion starts to cheer as the fan favorite makes her way about two thirds up the cage before Nick Perry copies her stutter step maneuver; except he's able to get one foot on the top rope as well which immediately cuts the gap between them almost to nothing. Melody is aware of Nick's presence, but Perry is able to stop her right when she gets both of her hands on the trussing above her. Perry simply grips the back of Lennox's tights and uses his weight to pull Lennox back down to the top rope, where the two competitors begin exchanging knife-edge chops!

 

“Woooo!”

 

Terra Skye: Damn, she almost made it to the trussing.

 

Johnny Vegas: Almost isn't close enough! Mwahaha!

 

Perry and Melody go chop for chop; except Nick is being extra careful not to hit Melody in the low-upper chest area while he's doing his. This evens out any strength advantage that Perry might have had – and with each successive chop the two wrestler's single-hand hold on the chain link grows weaker upon impact. Perry throws his arms up to the trussing and kicks his legs backwards, before swinging himself forward and nailing Melody in the gut with a modified front-double dropkick! Melody immediately drops her hands from the cage, though she's able to keep her balance on the top rope with her back leaning up against the chain link. Nick panders to the crowd a moment, which draws some of the first cheers he's heard from the Legion as he then attempts the unthinkable. He swings himself around so that he's got Melody trapped between his body and the chain link wall of the fence, his two feet perched on the outside of her two on the middle of this top rope. Perry's using strong grips of the cage to manipulate his body so that he can duck his head down low enough and place it between Lennox's legs. The crowd stands on their feet as Perry pops his hips and shoots his head up, giving Melody a super back body drop off of the top rope!!! Perry's left leg swings out, and he loses grip with his right hand, but one hand and one foot are enough for him to stay up on the top rope and do a fist pump for what he was just able to achieve right there!

 

Johnny Vegas: DAMN! That was impressive!

 

Terra Skye: He calls that the Perry-Dox!!

 

Johnny Vegas: These names though.

 

Nick's got the advantage now as Melody lays mostly prone near the center of the ring, there's absolutely nothing stopping him now. Nick begins to climb the cage, still pumping his fists in excitement for the highlight reel maneuver that he was just able to deliver on one of Carnage Wrestling's best right there. Nick pulls himself up to waist-height on the trussing and rolls his legs over, so now his stomach is pressed flat against the top. Nick carefully pushes himself up and he looks over to the crowd who show somewhat of a mixed reaction; perhaps eighty percent of the Philadelphia audience wanting Melody Lennox to get back up somehow and get herself back into this match-up. This bothers Perry, if nothing else. And for a moment he sits in a position on all fours on top of the trussing and watches as the fans pump energy and life into the blonde haired acrobat. Nick Perry fans are urging him to descend the cage and accept the win; but that is not all that Nick Perry has come here to do tonight. Nick crawls his way towards the south-east corner of the top of the cage! Melody crawls her way towards where Nick is, but also struggling mightily just to get back to one knee.

 

Terra Skye: Come on Melody!

 

Ray Payne: Letz goes Melly!

 

Johnny Vegas: I HAVE NO ONE TO ROOT FOR!!!

 

Nick now at the corner, he's able to place his feet down carefully on the trussing and very slowly raise himself up into a standing position. It's very high; definitely a precarious position for sure, but Nick's able to keep his body still and his balance true. With one foot on the outer edge of the corner, and one foot on the inside edge, Nick wants to make sure every set of eyes in the 2300 Arena are on him. The venue falls almost deadly silent, as Nick calls out from a height that, to the audience itself, is nearly thirty full feet above their heads.

 

Terra Skye: Not again.. oh my god...

 

Nick Perry: Sorry! But you lose!!

 

Melody looks up and pushes herself up off of that one knee position.. right as Perry leaps off of the top of the cage looking for a super high ax kick!!!

 

Terra Skye: He's going for the 'Perry-Normal Activity'!!!

 

Ray Payne: BUT LOOKS YOOOOOO!!!

 

BUT MELODY STEPS INTO IT.. CATCHING PERRY'S LEGS COVERTING IT TO A SITOUT POWERBOMB!!!

 

“AAAAHHHHH OHHHHHHHH!!!”

 

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

 

Both competitors lay completely out of it in the center of the ring! Nick Perry is practically convulsing as his body does everything within its power to push itself off of his own back.. meanwhile the downward momentum of Perry DID rock Melody greatly even if most of it was channeled into that sick powerbomb!

 

“C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!”

 

“NICK'S FUCKIN DEAD!! NICK'S FUCKIN DEAD!!”

 

It's almost too much for Ref Jeff to allow this match to continue. In what is actually a very unprecedented highlight for Ref Jeff himself, he asks inward to the two competitors if either one of them are able to continue. Melody, now really favoring her lower back area, rolls over and lets out a groan towards Ref Jeff as she once again claws herself towards the bottom rope! Nick Perry's convulsions finally subsiding, Perry finds it easier for him to roll over onto his stomach to advert the pain that the pressure on his back brings. Instead of going for the door, something inside Melody has her reach up for the middle rope. She grunts out in pain and determination as she pulls herself up as if her legs did not work at all. Perry digs down deep and yet can only will himself forward one arms length at a time; each time he pushes himself forward his stomach falls back down to the mat. He reaches the bottom rope just as Melody's now wet-noodle like legs finally get high enough to swing beneath her. Perry's not going to just let Melody escape like this, however, as he summons whatever will he has left to reach with a shaking hand up to the middle rope himself. With every remaining ounce of his strength, Perry pulls himself up in the exact same way that Lennox is! The Carnage Legion can simply not believe the determination that these two competitors are showing right now! They're cheering for both of them!!

 

Terra Skye: And there you have it.

 

Johnny Vegas: I fucking told you. Killing each other with kindness... and the fucking Legion is cheering it.

 

Ray Payne: Dere is nothing wrongs wif being nices yo.

 

Lennox makes it to the point where both of her feet are on the top rope first, but she's not able to capitalize at all as there's not much strength left in her body. Perry must be moving on will, alone, as he struggles to get his upper body draped onto the top rope so that he can somehow at least match the height at which his opponent has climbed. Melody goes for a stomp, if nothing else, to slow Perry down even further – but the move isn't very effective and it causes Lennox to lose her balance. Perry shoves her to the side, and in an impressive feat of agility, Lennox is able to tiptoe herself over to the corner of the north-west top rope and cage just to keep from falling down! Perry abandons his ascent at this spot on the ropes, dropping to his feet. He clutches his ribs as he takes wobbly steps over to the north-west corner just beneath where Melody is standing. Perry grabs the top rope and begins to scale the ropes just like normal, except much much slower. Perry's only able to give a weak signal to the crowd as he reaches the top rope, this time sandwiching Melody into the corner. Perry lowers his head once more, and it looks like he's going for a second helping of the Perry-Dox! But the young man went to the well once-too-often. Melody pushes off of the ring post with her right foot, and bounds just over Perry so that she lands on his back! Melody flips off from the corner wall of the cage, driving Perry down to the mat with a TOP ROPE YOSHI TONIC!!!

 

Terra Skye: The Off-Key Symphony from the steel cage wall!

 

Ray Payne: I think Nick Perry is dead, yo.

 

OH MY GOD! OH MY GAWD!! OH MY GAWD!!!!!

 

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

 

Lennox is slow but manages to get back up to her feet, digging down deep to find whatever strength she has left to ascend the adjacent steel cage wall. Slowly but surely as she is spurned on by the Legion, the woman manages to get up towards the top of the steel cage wall. By some ungodly reason, Nick fucking Perry is actually starting to stir. He looks up as Melody reaches the top of the cage, but even he realizes it's all but too late at this point. Climbing over the wall, she gets half-way down the outside and then falls, landing on the outside with a roll as she comes to rest against the announce table. The bell is rung to signal the winner of the match as the crowd is going wild.

 

William Hickerson: And the winner of the match, MELODY LENNOXXXXXX!!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: That was one hellacious match.

 

Ray Payne: That match is going to be hard to top, yo.

 

Terra Skye: *Muffled sounds of a cheesesteak being eaten*

 

Ray Payne: Hey, that’s mine yo! Is you kiddings?!

 

Melody Lennox somehow pulls herself to her feet, and begins staggering up the ramp, obviously exhausted by the match that she just went through. On her way up the ramp, she stops and greets a few fans, as a small smile comes over her face. She slowly, but surely makes her way up the ramp, and disappears into the backstage area, leaving Ref Jeff and Nick Perry alone in the ring. Perry is obviously distraught about losing, but he tries to put on a happy face as he slowly climbs from the cage and makes his way backstage as well.

 

 

Backstage - Vivian's #ManCrush #CarnageChampEdition
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 another huge banner covered in tinsel, purple and pink glitter, large Valentine’s style graphics, and there are purple and silver mylar balloons floating around. The bubble machine is already blowing soft purple colored soap bubbles everywhere as she bounces in front of the camera, dressed in a very tight, very short white dress with tiny purple heart cutouts all over and four inch high heels!

 

Vivian Lee

 

Vivian Lee: Greetings Carnage Legion!

 

There is a huge roar of cheers and whistles as Vivian jumps up and down, shimmying in her shoes.

 

Vivian Lee: Welcome to the latest edition of Vivian’s Mancrush, where things are taking a bit more serious turn - we’ll be welcoming as promised our very own Carnage World Champion, Jackson himself!

 

As she’d already announced that it would be Jackson the last show, she smartly turns on the ball of her foot and walks with a seductive sway of her hips to where her large easel sits with it’s usual cover and simply flips the sheet off of it before she turns to wink at the camera.

 

Vivian Lee: Hi Johnny! I know, it’s still not you but bear with me, patience is a virtue!

 

Vivian blows a kiss at the camera and giggles, while Johnny raises his hand to give the finger to the hardcam next to the announcer’s table.

 

Vivian Lee: Ooh Johnny is that an offer or an insult? I can’t tell. Maybe both?

 

She lifts her hand to adjust the top of her dress and settle those amazing boobs in place before she snickers.

 

Vivian Lee: He realizes of course that attention is attention… right?

 

Vivian turns and makes a well practiced doe-eyed look towards the picture of Jackson then winks at the camera.

 

Vivian Lee: Some people think that dangerous and sexy can’t mix. They’re wrong of course. But if you write off Jackson as some bad-boy after the career he’s had well there’s just not much hope for you is there?

 

The camera pans in closer to Vivian as a shadow falls over her and she swallows, her gaze goes to the side for a moment.

 

Vivian Lee: A man like him really needs no introduction, but come on Legion and give the man some love!

 

The bloodthirsty Legionnaires chant and clap, the sounds travel easily backstage.

 

JACKSON!! JACKSON!! JACKSON!!

 

The camera pans back out from a uncharacteristically nervous looking Vivian to reveal that the shadow cast over her was in fact property of the man himself. Jackson smirks, adjusting the Carnage Championship that rests over his shoulder.

 

Jackson

 

Jackson: Careful, Vivian. Missy’s knife is sharp and I’ve got it on good authority that she’s brought it with her tonight.

 

Vivian tries to pretend she doesn’t look over her shoulder right as he says this, and she takes a breath before she smiles bright and holds her hands up like a game show hostess.

 

Vivian Lee: And here he is, the man himself! Thank you for making time to come on my little phenomenon here, and don’t worry… I certainly have no aims at making Missy angry… really I don’t.

 

The Dark Horse throws his head back, laughing.

 

Jackson: Relax. Promise you the only bitch getting bloodied tonight is gonna be Little Miss Jesus Saves herself. So…

 

He holds out his hands to the sides before slowly flexing his biceps.

 

Jackson: Like what you see, huh?

 

Vivian takes a sharp breath, she knows how to be appreciative of a man after all! She turns and does that hand frame again.

 

Vivian Lee: Now that? Prime ...well, I can’t really say bad boy, because this is Vivian’s Mancrush. How about it Jackson, do you approve of being a bad, bad man?

 

Jackson: You know it, babe. The baddest.

 

Vivian contains a nervous giggle and nods.

 

Vivian Lee: Heading into this match with Ana over your belt in a cage match… can I ask what your thoughts are right this moment? Has anything changed from your strong statements about what happened before?

 

The smile drops from Jax’s face like a switch has been thrown, all traces of good humor falling away.

 

Jackson: My thoughts? Right now? That’s what you asked me, right?

 

He stares a hole in her, waiting for a reply.

 

Vivian Lee: I… yes. If you wouldn’t mind, that is.

 

She pauses, and tries to control the nervous look that comes over her.

 

Vivian Lee: I know I’m interested in hearing what you have to say, and… I’m sure the Legion is too.

 

The Carnage Champ scoffs, shaking his head.

 

Jackson: Yeah. The Legion. You wanna know my thoughts?

 

He turns his head, staring straight into the camera.

 

Jackson: They’re dark. They’re full of violence and fear and pain, Vivian. Full of Ana’s tears and ended careers. They’re full of that beloved Legion of yours screaming for my head on a pike in the courtyard out front after what I do tonight. Is that what you wanted me to say? Hm?

 

Vivian fights not to cringe, and squares her shoulders before she replies.

 

Vivian Lee: I asked, so of course I wanted you to say whatever it was.

 

She licks her lips nervously, but then speaks again.

 

Vivian Lee: Thank you for your honesty, Jackson.

 

Jackson: I might be a lot of things, but a liar has never been one of them.

 

He pauses for a few seconds, staring at Vivian completely stone-faced.

 

Jackson: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to bathe in the blood of a virgin and make my usual offerings to the Dark Lord Satan. Can’t skip something so vitally important on a night like this.

 

Before she can say anything, he turns and starts walking away, but not before the camera catches the smirk of contained laughter on his face.

 

Vivian Lee: Well...this has certainly been an interesting edition of Vivian’s Mancrush! Back to our lovely announce team… and Johnny Vegas!

 

 

Intermission
-= Upcoming Events =-

 

 


March 27th, 2016
OWF: CAMPUS CHAOS!
Matthew Knight Arena (University of Oregon Campus) – Eugene, Oregon

 

 


April 4th, 2016
CW Presents: Monday Night Chaos - 16
The Hammermill Center in Erie, Pennsylvania

 

 


April 8th, 2016
OWF Presents: Friday Addiction
Sleep Train Arena – Sacramento, California

 

 


April 15th, 2016
OWF Presents: Friday Addiction
Oracle Arena – San Francisco, California

 

 


April 18th, 2016
CW Presents: Monday Night Chaos - 17
The Willett Hall in Farmville, Virginia

 

 


April 22nd, 2016
OWF Presents: Friday Addiction
SAP Center – San Jose, California

 

 


May 1st, 2016
OWF: QUEST FOR THE BEST!
Rose Bowl Stadium – Los Angeles, California

 

 


May 2nd, 2016
CW Presents: Monday Night Chaos - 18
Knott Arena in Emmitsburg, Maryland

 

 


May 15th, 2016
CW: UNDERGROUND “SURVIVAL”
The *Newly Renovated* CARNAGE ARENA in Beautiful Baltimore Maryland

 

 

Post Intermission - The Big Announcement!
With Intermission nearing it's end, the patrons of the 2300 Arena here tonight begin making their way back to their seats for the second half of this exciting and incredible iPPV event. They are surprised when they are greeted back to their seats by none other than CW's Play-by-play analyst Terra Skye standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in her hand. When Intermission officially ends, and the seats are once again filled to the brim, Terra is given the signal and begins to speak directly to the Carnage Legion.

 

Terra Skye

 

Terra Skye: How are ya'll doin' tonight? Are you enjoying ISOLATION thus far?!

 

The Legion: “YYEEAAAHHHH!!!”

 

Terra Skye: That's great! I'm so excited for that; it's great to be a part of Carnage Wrestling during this very special time in our company's development. We look forward to bringing you only the best in quality wrestling action as we move forward into twenty-sixteen and beyond!

 

Johnny Vegas: Look at her trying to act like half the staff wasn't murdered earlier... eh. I guess I can't really blame her.

 

Loud cheers are heard from the crowd as Terra Skye claps her hands.

 

Terra Skye: And we only have you: the loyal, faithful, most hardcore crowd of fans that one wrestling company could ever hope for. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for yourselves.. THE CARNAGE LEGION!

 

The Legion: “C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB C-DUB!!”

 

“WE ARE AWESOME!! WE ARE AWESOME!!”

 

Terra Skye: Haha. Well, I bet you all are wondering why I'm in the middle of the ring right now holding everything up. I know you all would like to get back to Isolation as soon as possible, so I'll make this quick. You guys know that I'm always on the ball with the backstage rumors and all of the happenings going on behind closed doors. Carnage Wrestling announced earlier in the week that there would be a MAJOR announcement tonight and quite frankly I'm about to drop that bombshell on you RIGHT NOW!

 

More loud cheering is heard. Terra cannot help but to smile. She's giddy as she knows something that the rest of the Legion wants to know so desperately!

 

Terra Skye: Well, it IS confirmed. At our next Pay Per View: Our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY SHOW NO LESS!! We WILL have a VERY SPECIAL HALL OF LEGENDS INDUCTION!!!!

 

The crowd here in Philadelphia pops at the big news! There's only one current member of the CW Hall of Legends: Tweeder. Who could the second member be?

 

Terra Skye: ..and yes, Legion. Those of you who guessed have guessed correctly. There's only one man that's worthy of going into the Hall next to the incomparable Tweeder. That man is none other than Tweeder's arch-nemesis - the 2010 Carnage World Heavyweight Champion – SSSIIINNNCCCC MMMEEERRRRCCCIIIEEEERRRRR!!!!!

 

There's a HUGE ovation from the mention of Sinc Mercier's name! A legend in the lore of Carnage Wrestling; the man who carried the CW Banner throughout most of 2010!

 

Terra Skye: I think, even though, Sinc tried to come back last year and drive CW into the ground with that whole ownership fiasco, that he still very much deserves this-

 

Suddenly, Terra Skye is cut off as “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix starts blaring over the 2300 Arena PA!! All eyes turn towards the entrance ramp as CW's own ring announcer, the former CW Administrator William Hickerson makes a grandiose re-entry from Intermission. But Hickerson's got a microphone in his hand, and he walks down towards the ring with a sense of purpose.

 

William Hickerson

 

William Hickerson: Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA!!

 

Terra frowns, and the Legion starts to boo the lowly ring announcer as he struts towards the ring.

 

William Hickerson: You snooped around backstage and that's the best you could come up with? That Sinc's finally going in our little Hall of Fame?

 

The boos grow louder as Hickerson steps up the ring steps and enters the ring by stepping through the middle and top rope.

 

William Hickerson: Sure, sure. Sinc's getting his spot. But that wasn't the BIG announcement. Ha! No way..

 

Terra Skye: Listen here, Mister. First of all, I don't appreciate the interruption. Second of all, Sinc Mercier making it into the Hall of Legends IS a big deal! Big enough that we don't need you out here ruining the momen-

 

William Hickerson: I TOLD you that Sinc's induction wasn't the big news. I am out here to tell the Carnage Legion what the real scoop is, Terra. So if you don't mind. It's my turn to talk anyway.

 

Terra Skye: Do you really think I'd believe that the ring announcer would have something more important to say?

 

Hickerson scoffs.

 

William Hickerson: Pssh. Terra, you forget. I may be stuck announcing right now, but if Sinc would have beat Kyra for full ownership of this company I would now be your boss! But I digress; you see, this isn't about you and me. This is about the fans.. the Legion if you will. They deserve the truth, regardless of which one of us it comes from.

 

Terra Skye: Oh shut up and spill it, Bill. Everyone's tired of hearing you jaw jack!

 

William Hickerson: Fine! You want the BIG NEWS? You want the story that's going to ROCK CW TO THE CORE?! What if I told you that Carnage Wrestling is in the midst of finalizing a TELEVISION DEAL!

 

Terra Skye: WHAT?!

 

The Carnage Legion roars with approval as William Hickerson nods at his own statement. Terra stands in the center of the ring slack jawed as Hickerson plays up to his own moment.

 

The Legion: “C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!”

 

Terra Skye: What?! That.. that can't be possible! If so, what? What television deal? How do you know?!

 

William Hickerson: All I can say right now is that I KNOW for a FACT that CW is getting a lucrative television deal. Carnage Wrestling's: Chaos Live! will be filmed on Monday Nights as Carnage Wrestling begins it's first tour across the country. Every Wrestler in the back is going to become an instant Superstar overnight! ..and those paychecks are going to be getting a lot fatter, I'll tell you! All of this is made possible because of me! But Season Three of Carnage Wrestling will be showing on the OWF NETWORK!!!!

 

The entire arena is stunned silent, even Terra Skye has no words for what she just heard. How can any of this be possible or true? If so, why isn't Kyra making this announcement herself?

 

William Hickerson: And if you all don't believe me, that's fine. Cause it's not just going to happen under everyone's nose. As a matter of fact, I have it on good authority that on May 15th, at Underground: Survival. OWF's World-Class President, Mister Chase Johnson, the more competent Johnson, will be there live and in attendance! So how's that for big news, Terra?!

 

Hickerson laughs as he drops the microphone down onto the canvas. Terra is left standing in the ring stunned silent.

 

 

Backstage - Sending a Message

Gary Altus & John Ojeda

 

As the cameras come on in the backstage area we can see anonymous staff members running down the hall and away from Wrath and Sokaris and their rampage. As they take off from their path of destruction some other backstage workers get in the way and get smashed into the walls for their efforts. The commotion causes Nathan Cristion to come out from the locker room and see Wrath and Sokaris.

 

Nathan Cristion

 

The laugh and Sokaris kicks him in the gut. Cristion buckles and Sokaris, bloody mess that he is picks Cristion up for a powerbomb. Sokaris turns, just as Wrath grabs a chair and swings for the fences. He wallops Cristion in the head, and Sokaris uses the momentum to drive Cristion into the ground. Cristion doesn’t get a moments rest as Wrath picks him up and tosses him onto one of the equipment boxes. Wrath grabs the same chair and wails on his back a few times. Sokaris laughs, grabs Cristions legs and flips him over, stomping on his balls for good measure. Cristion lays flat on the ground, barely moving.

 

John Ojeda: Let’s finish this cock toad off.

 

Gary Altus: You thinking what I’m thinking?

 

Sokaris picks up Cristion by the legs and starts him on the big swing. Wrath picks up the chair and swings it, clobbering Cristion in the head. Sokaris starts to spin the other way upon impact and Wrath smacks him in the head with the chair again. Sokaris reverses direction and Wrath swings again. Sokaris reverses direction on last time and starts to gain momentum the closer and closer he gets to the wall. As soon as he slams Cristion head first into the wall, Wrath follows it up with hitting his head with the chair at the same time. Cristion slumps on the floor a bloody mess and completely motionless.

 

Gary Altus: Let’s go find the boss lady and give her the message, bro.

 

Wrath and Altus continue down the hall as staff members run in terror. Wrath looks at Sokaris and peels away from him for a second, walking over to one of the road boxes. He flips it open, pulls out a bag and tosses it towards Sokaris. Sokaris laughs carries the bag with him. Wrath grabs something else and keeps it obscured from the camera as they keep marching.

 

John Ojeda: I think it’s fucking funny people around here didn’t get it. They think they make the fucking rules around here. I don’t think so.

 

Gary Altus: You tried to tell them… look what they made us go and do?

 

Both men are laughing facetiously as they march further down the hall, in search of Kyra Johnson's office. As they do, Hans and Macho Libre come into view.

 

Macho Libre & Hans OnDik

 

Macho turns his attention to Sokaris as he pulls the bag off the weed whacker and gets the engine revving. Sokaris goes after Macho with the weed whacker and nails him in the leg. Macho goes down and clutches his leg, and Sokaris uses the opportunity to dig it in and carve his chest up with the weed whacker. Macho rolls over and gets his back torn up. As he does, Wrath kicks Hans in the gut, and pulls a Sawz-all from the bag. Wrath digs the Sawz-All into Hans head and guns the trigger. The blade splays and flays Hans’ head open. Hans writhes and screams as blood starts to pour out. He struggles to get away and catches a few more lashings down the back. Hans lays motionless on the ground, pouring blood out of his head. Wrath laughs and drops the Sawz All.

 

As they continue down the hallway, they see a door marked 'Kyra Johnson' and Magdalena starting to walk towards said door.

 

Magdalena

 

She turns just in time to see Sokaris grab her by the hair and launch her towards Wrath. Wrath catches her and scoops her up on his shoulder in the crucifix position. Wrath charges towards Kyra’s office door and tosses Magdalena at it. She hits it and knocks the door down and goes tumbling into Kyra’s office. Wrath and Sokaris walk into Kyra’s office, and Wrath picks Magdalena up. Kyra looks up from her desk with an annoyed look on her face.

 

Kyra Johnson

 

Kyra Johnson: What in the fuck is going on here?

 

Kyra goes to reach for the phone and Wrath slams Magdalena’s head down on the phone . Wrath grabs the handset to the phone and whacks Magdalena in the head a few times for good measure and then yanks the phone off the desk sending it flying across the room. Kyra stands, looking at both men defiantly, appearing ready to get physical at a moments notice.

 

Gary Altus: We were told YOU were going to fire us for our actions tonight... Do we look Fired, Wrath? I don’t look fired to me.

 

John Ojeda: Nope, not fired. Bloody, mean, violent, asshole… but nope… not fired.

 

Kyra Johnson: You two are just Virus wannabes. Seriously.. get the hell out of my office... I'll handle you two later.

 

Wrath and Sokaris look at each other and pause for a moment and then bust out laughing,

 

John Ojeda: Little lady… you don’t call the shots… I do. You didn’t get the message already? You either get down…

 

Gary Altus: …or you lay down.

 

Kyra Johnson: OUT!

 

John Ojeda: Think about the rules to the game… because we’ll see you at Chaos. Even if you bring the army…

 

Both men laugh and turn and walk out of Kyra’s office, as the camera goes back to the ringside area.

 

 

Match Four - Vivian Lee Vs. SynnStarr Saint

William Hickerson: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall and is a special stipulation “Hairspray on a Pole Cage Match!!” The only way to win this match is to escape the cage, either by means of exiting through the door or by climbing over the top of the cage to reach the floor; however both feet much touch the floor of the 2300 Arena tonight to secure a victory. HOWEVER: In order for the escape of the cage to count, one MUST use the can of Hairspray attached Twenty Feet above the corner of the ring as a weapon on her opponent FIRST. So Ladies, NO Hairspray, NO leaving!

 

The Carnage Legion cheers as this oddly stipulated match is spelled out for them. It's interesting that at least one, if not both of these competitors, may be blinded before this night is over; if one of them truly wishes to secure this cage match victory over the other. It's certainly different and definitely a first here in Carnage Wrestling, but no matter who wins and who loses this match the Carnage Legion will be the real winners here tonight in the city of Brotherly Love.

 

Terra Skye: Well then.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is perfect!

 

“Odyssey 2001” plays as the house lights dim and the black satin curtain moves as a single spotlight falls upon the top of the steel ramp. SynnStarr Saint walks out onto the stage wearing her signature Red Robe adorned with gold glitter and her name 'SynnStarr Saint' written in fancy letters across the back. She turns her body, and lifts her arms in the air as the crowd reacts to her presence.

 

Johnny Vegas: That is one big bitch.

 

Terra Skye: What the fuck, Johnny?!

 

Ray Payne: She is bigs yo.. but dat does nots means dat she is not very pretties, yo.

 

William Hickerson: First to the ring, standing in at six foot two inches and weighing two hundred pounds... she is SYNNSTARRR SAINTTTTT!!!!!

 

SynnStarr Saint

 

She smirks as she begins walking down the ramp, the spotlight following her every move. She makes it to ringside, and confidently ascends the ring steps, climbing into the cage obviously very ready to get this match underway. She walks to the far side of the ring, removing her robe and throwing it down on the apron of the ring as she awaits her opponent.

 

Terra Skye: Well, SynnStarr is the one who wanted this match, I'm just not sure she wanted it to be in a steel cage.

 

Ray Payne: I would thinks dat she would wants it in da open air yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my God ray... the cage isn't enclosed.

 

Bon Jovi's “Bad Medicine” hits the speakers as Vivian Lee comes out from behind the curtain, striking a pose in the center of the stage. She is focused on the ring, as she ignores any reaction from the fans while she lets the music really rev up. She then Sashays down towards the ring, a smirk on her face and her eyes on her opponent the entire time.

 

William Hickerson: And her opponent standing in at five foot eight inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds... she is VIVIAN LEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

 

Vivian Lee

 

Ray Payne: Miss Viv is lookin guud tonite yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Fuck this Bitch. I hope SynnStarr rips her fucking head off.

 

Terra Skye: Can't you just accept that you really are that ugly?

 

As Vivian gets to ringside, she turns towards the commentary table and blows Johnny Vegas a kiss before giggling and climbing the steps to enter the cage with her opponent. Vivian walks around the ring, as her opponent looks on while her music fades out.

 

Johnny Vegas: I HATE YOU!!!!

 

The two women look up in the corner of the cage and see the hairspray can, a symbol of the dislike that SynnStarr has for Vivian, and of the opportunistic nature of Vivian Lee. Referee White Rey steps out of the ring along with William Hickerson, and he closes the door to the cage, signaling to Terra for the opening bell!

 

Terra Skye: Referee White Rey will be calling these next to contests; and then he'll give it over to Kyra for the main event.

 

Johnny Vegas: So she can fuck it up?

 

Ray Payne: Shuts it Johnny.

 

With both wrestlers inside the ring, the can of hairspray attached roughly twenty feet above their heads on the north-east corner, the opening bell is rang by Boy.

 

DING DING!!

 

Both SynnStarr and Vivian encircle each other at the center of the ring before coming in for a collar and elbow tie up. SynnStarr surprises Vivian with an unexpected forearm shiv that immediately has Vivian taking a step backward onto her heels instead of keeping her balance forward for the lockup she was hoping for. SynnStarr steps forward and delivers another forearm shiv that backs Vivian up to the east set of ropes (from the Hard-Camera side) before delivering a third shiv to maintain control. Vivian Lee shakes off the three opening shots but not before Saint grabs a hold of her left wrist and arches her back away from the ropes to build up enough leverage to send Vivian running to the far ropes on the west side of the ring. Vivian counters the Irish whip attempt by stepping through and switching places with Saint, sending her bounding against the western ropes herself. Saint takes the ropes back first and has to leap over her opponent when Lee comes flying in with a body trip that nearly takes Saint down. SynnStarr chooses to continue her momentum through to the east side ropes where she bounds off of them as well, now running at a full sprint. She comes leaping towards Vivian with a low cross body that Lee catches and rolls through with. Using SynnStarr's own momentum to roll backwards, she ends up kneeling over her opponent in a mounted position, and now it's Lee's turn to deliver stinging forearm shivs to the right side of her opponent's face. Saint takes three consecutive blasts before using her strength to shove Lee away, making her once again roll through on her back and then up to her knees.

 

Terra Skye: Both women looking strong to start out. But Vivian with the disadvantage due to SynnStarr's strength and size advantage.

 

Ray Payne: Its nots da size of da--

 

Johnny Vegas: RAY! It doesn't fucking work... so stop doing it.

 

Terra Skye: I can see Someone is going to get fired before we go to the network.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hell no, they can't fire me! I'm irreplaceable. So suck my dick.

 

Vivian uses the nearby ropes to pull herself back to her feet, and she comes stepping in quickly to her opponent who's just now back up to one knee. Vivian holds her fists high above her head to come in with a clubbing blow – a double ax handle smash – but Saint is able to avoid the impact by throwing both palms of her hands into the midsection of Lee just underneath Lee's rib cage, robbing her of some of her breath and backing her up a good two steps away. Saint takes the time to get fully back to a vertical base and comes forward once again with a strong toe kick to the midsection, in roughly the same area as her palms struck before. Lee now backing up towards the ropes once more, SynnStarr turns Lee to face chest first against them, and then wraps her arms around Lee's upper body in such a way that she uses the top rope as a weapon to choke her opponent. Senior Referee White Rey watches on from the outside near the cage door but there is nothing that he can do even if SynnStarr continues to choke Lee until she passes out.

 

Johnny Vegas: YES! DO HER IN!!!

 

Ray Payne: JOHNNY! It does nots works yo... so stop doesing it--

 

Terra Skye: You stop saying Yo, and Maybe I'll agree with you.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hahahaha! Terra thinks you're an idiot!

 

Ray Payne: Well.. Well... I uhhh... I has da... yo.

 

Terra Skye: GOD DAMNIT!!!

 

Lee throws back elbow strikes but none of them connect, SynnStarr has a high grip and all of the leverage. At what would be a count of five or six in a real match, Saint decides to let the hold go and Lee immediately drops down to her knees. Instinctively her hands reach up towards her throat which is just now allowing air to reach into her lungs once again. SynnStarr has no qualms about continuing her assault, however, as a strong knee lift catches Lee in her ribcage on the right side of her body, once more robbing her of precious oxygen. Vivian Lee uses her grip on the middle rope to help her crawl away from her opponent, though she takes a few shin kicks to the lower section of her body before she's able to sit herself out in the north-west corner of the ring. SynnStarr is quick to take full advantage of the new positioning, applying the sole of her boot to Vivian's throat once more while using the top rope for added strength. This draws some boos from the Carnage Legion as once again Vivian Lee is both choking and grasping for any option she has available.

 

Terra Skye: Is this all SynnStarr is going to do? What a waste of a match.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is SO not a waste. Watching Whores R Us getting her ass beat is a perfect way to spend my evening. MY DICK MIGHT GET HARD!!!

 

Terra Skye: That's doubtful, without an entire handful of Viagra and three hookers that have really, really strong arm muscles.

 

Ray Payne: Hah! Dat wuz funny cuz Johnny is old...

 

SynnStarr doesn't wait nearly as long this time to break the choke, though. She raises her boot up long enough to gain a good footing near the feet of her opponent before reaching down and taking Lee by the wrist. Saint steps backwards at the same time as she uses her power to pull Vivian back up to her feet from her seated position, and within the same motion yanks Lee towards her in the center of the ring. Saint immediately drops her shoulder to scoop up Vivian Lee and slam her right down to the mat with a big scoop slam. The force of the slam once more attacks the breath of her opponent and makes it that much more difficult for Lee to draw in a good breath. Saint then lowers herself so that she can begin with a barrage of knee strikes, each one of them centered to strike as solidly as they can on Vivian Lee's head. Lee does a good job of getting her arms up so that the knee strikes don't damage her or her chances too badly before Saint decides to abandon the strategy altogether as her energy gets expended.

 

Johnny Vegas: Come ON!!!

 

Terra Skye: You are pitiful.

 

Johnny Vegas: And calling me old and ugly isn't?

 

Ray Payne: No, dats da truth, yo.

 

Terra Skye: You almost had me on your side, Ray...

 

Ray Payne: But I saids yo... yo.

 

Terra Skye: UGHHHH!!!

 

Saint now pushes herself up, back to a vertical base, and it's very clear what's going on when she turns her eyes towards the north-east corner of the ring to see the can of Hairspray still zip-tied to the upper corner of the cage. The tension inside the 2300 Arena mounts as Saint steps towards the north-east set of turnbuckles and begins her quest to scale them while using the chain link sides of the cage as hand holds. Vivian Lee catches SynnStarr's quest for the can out of the corner of her eye and immediately hurries herself up in hopes of regaining a strong vertical base soon. Lee rolls herself over onto her stomach and makes it up to one knee by the time that Saint has two feet solidly on the middle rope. Saint reaches up for the hairspray, but she's a good three feet away from reaching it. She places her left boot on the top rope and once more pulls herself higher to be able to reach the spray. Once she's secure, she picks up her right boot to place it on the top rope, but she's met with a whole lot of unexpected resistance when she finds that Lee has a strong grasp on her ankle!

 

Terra Skye: HA! Vivian isn't letting Synn go that easily!

 

Ray Payne: I tolds yah dat Miss Vivian, aldough she is da smallah one.. she--

 

Johnny Vegas: Yadda Yadda Yadda... Synny Poo still has the distinct advantage on puddin pop over there.

 

Terra Skye: Puddin Pop?

 

The Legion cheers as Saint holds onto the sides of the cage tightly as she attempts to kick Lee away so that she can turn her attention back onto the spray can. After two hard kicks and then a third, shoving kick, she manages to push Lee away, making her slide back down to the mat.

 

Johnny Vegas: SEE?!

 

Saint then quickly turns her attention back towards the hairspray, reaching up with both hands to retrieve the can. She gets her fingertips on the sides of the can before Lee comes charging in, slamming her upper body against the north side ropes so that the top rope comes out from beneath SynnStarr's feet. SynnStarr looks down just a moment too late – her fingertips slide against the sides of the can as she drops straight down and gets crotched on the metal part of the top turnbuckle. Even as a female wrestler, this circumstance is not pleasant at all. The can remains in tact in it's position at the twenty foot height in that corner of the cage.

 

Terra Skye: SEE?!?

 

Johnny Vegas: Screw you Butch.

 

Ray Payne: Even wif no manly parts yo.. I'm sure dat hurted.

 

Terra Skye: No shit.

 

Lee, pushing herself through the pain and the lack of oxygen she suffered in the early match, seems to slide herself along the northern top rope using it to help her balance as she reaches that all important north-east corner where the hairspray and SynnStarr are perched. SynnStarr's starting to stir, and she's using the sides of the cage as handholds once more, but this time she's just trying to pull herself straight up to get out of her predicament. Lee stops this by doing her double-ax handle smash across the back of her opponent which immediately has Saint pulling her arms down in a reaction of the jolt that her spine had just felt. Now Lee is placing her boots on the bottom rope one at a time and using Saint's body as her hand hold. Vivian Lee places SynnStarr's left arm above and around her head and neck as she scales even higher to the second rope. SynnStarr starts to stand upright as well along with Lee's guidance. Lee places her right boot on the top rope and SynnStarr places the first of her two feet on the top turnbuckle; the Carnage Legion is sensing Lee going for a big time maneuver here.

 

Terra Skye: Oh lord, what is she going to do?!

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on SynnStarr! Don't let that skank get you down!!!

 

SynnStarr attempts to block the super back suplex by forgoing her right hand as a hold; choosing instead to use it to throw closed-fist shots at the crown of Vivian Lee's head. These two wrestlers are both excellent at fighting through the pain, as they have been through hell many times in UltraViolent Stipulation matches before, including the Baltimore City Brawl. Lee will not be denied, regardless of the right handed punches to her head as she gets a second boot up on the top rope itself. It's at this point that SynnStarr realizes the error of her choice, as when Lee pops her hips it easily breaks the grip of Saint's left hand on the chain link. SynnStarr reaches a point about twelve feet above the mat before gravity takes both competitors and they begin falling down!! The landing is loud and awkward as both competitors land on the backs of their heads and necks and bounce immediately over to their stomachs. The Super High Back Body Drop is as perfect and as successful as Lee could have hoped it would be!

 

Ray Payne: HOLY SHIZZZ YOOOOO!!!!

 

Terra Skye: That was Beautiful!!!

 

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

 

Johnny Vegas: GAHHHHHHH!!!!

 

Senior Referee White Rey tries to do his job the best that he can from the outside of the ring, but there's simply no way to really tell if either one of these two competitors are good to go unless one or both of them start to move on their own. Vivian Lee, taking the less of the evil of that super back suplex off of the top rope, is the first to stir. Amazingly, SynnStarr Saint is not too far behind her in the stirring, it's just that unknowingly both competitors chose separate paths to get back to their feet. Lee crawled towards the east side ropes, while SynnStarr Saint chose the west. Lee reaches the east side ropes first and uses them to pull herself to her feet; meanwhile, SynnStarr Saint has reached the west side but has only managed to grip the top rope. Lee is back to her feet now and stumbles through a couple of steps before regaining her true balance and is able to step over to Saint. Saint has barely made it up to one knee. Lee obtains a strong, two handed grip on both sides of Saint's head and twists so that it forces Saint to stand up whether she's ready or not. Pulling her towards the center of the ring, it only takes a split-second between the moment that Saint reaches the balls of her feet before she's quickly hoisted up onto the shoulders of Lee, where Lee takes a moment to spin around one full three hundred and sixty degree rotation. With the circular momentum built up, Lee leaps into the air as much as her legs will allow with Saint's weight added onto her, and drills Saint in the dead center of the ring with an impressive Samoan Driver!

 

Terra Skye: Vivian Lee is proving here tonight that she is a force to be reckoned with here in Carnage Wrestling.

 

Ray Payne: Anothah star dat will only improve as we moves on intah da futurah.

 

Johnny Vegas: And keep calling me ugly, right?

 

Even as Vivian Lee sits up, it still takes her a few moments to shake the cobwebs out of her own head before she spins her body around to be able to push off on her left knee to stand back up. Now Lee points at the spray can that's high above their heads, and she feels it's time to retrieve it and secure the first half of victory.

 

Terra Skye: She's going for the Hairspray!

 

Lee moves towards the ropes in the north-east corner of the ring and begins to step up them with her hands gripping the top turnbuckle. She is able to move up one step at a time as she transfers her hands from the turnbuckle to the sides of the cage. With both feet now on the top rope, SynnStarr barely begins to stir. Lee reaches up and places her fingertips around the bottom of the can and she slowly slides it out from the zip-ties that are holding it in place! Half of the Carnage Legion in attendance here tonight cheer as if Lee had just won the match, but they are the half that must not have been paying any attention earlier.

 

Johnny Vegas: Stop cheering you jackasses!! She hasn't won shit!!

 

Ray Payne: Dats rite yo. She haz tah use it as a weapons firsts. Den she can leave da cage.

 

Saint pulls herself back up to one knee with help from the south set of ropes as Lee hops down off of the top rope at the north-east side, shaking the spray can in her hand and carrying quite a large grin. She steps towards her opponent as Saint grips the top rope with both hands. Vivian aims the hairspray right at SynnStarr getting ready to spray her directly in the face; but Saint lunges forward with her feet. She connects with a rope assisted lunging front kick that catches Lee right in the sternum, and as a result Lee drops the spray can and it bounces towards the center of the ring. Saint immediately makes it back to her feet, where she bounds off running right past Vivian on her right so that she can spring off of the North side ropes. Lee turns so that she can square off with Saint but she turns right into a running big boot that drops her straight down to the mat. Saint collapses to the mat as well.

 

Johnny Vegas: Saint isn't going to let that bitch get one up on her again.

 

Terra Skye: You know, I've realized something, Johnny. You act like you don't like us, or this job... but you get awful invested in this for someone who hates it all.

 

Johnny Vegas: LIES!!! ALL LIES!!!

 

Both competitors now down, yet both of them stirring to get back to their feet. The hairspray can seemingly equidistant from both of them; and yet not too far away. Saint is the first to reach out her hand for the hairspray as she crawls towards it; but it is Vivian Lee who chooses to instead throw a chop towards her opponent that gains the upper hand. Both of them still crawling towards the can, SynnStarr now comes back at Lee with a clubbing blow from her left fist and forearm and strikes Lee squarely in the right shoulder, stopping her forward momentum for just a small moment. With both of them in striking distance, they both lunge at the same time and pounce on the can that's laying aimlessly on the canvas. The struggle is real as both of these women use whatever strength they have left in their reserves to fight off the other one for control of the spray – four hands on the can all vying to pry it away. The two wrestlers start kicking at each other with their feet because it's the only thing that's free; it even breaks down to where they roll around and on top of each other as they try to wrestle the can away. In the end, Lee's hand reaches up and presses down on the top of the can.. making it spray a bit of the hairspray. The nozzle just happened to be aimed somewhat directly at SynnStarr's forearm, which technically counts that she's been sprayed by the can. Senior Referee White Rey immediately makes a motion to the timekeepers area.

 

William Hickerson: Vivian Lee has used the hairspray as a weapon, therefore, she may now escape the cage for victory!

 

Johnny Vegas: BULLSHIT!!! She sprayed her fucking arm!!! That doesn't count!! All she did was make her arm sticky!!

 

Ray Payne: I think dat Miss Terra was rite yo.

 

Both competitors sit up when they realize there's an announcement being made. Once it's realized that she can now escape to win this match, Lee immediately releases her grip on the can and spins her shoulders towards the area of the door. Saint now has control of the spray can, but as Lee bounds up to her feet she makes a break for the doorway that could end this match right now. Saint has no choice but to drop the hairspray can and go in hot pursuit of her opponent, at least stopping her from escaping for now. Lee signals for White Rey to open the door as she begins to step through the south side ropes to make her escape. Saint barely catches up to her, with the ropes being the deciding factor. Saint, with a handful of Lee's hair, pulls her towards the center of the ring as Lee now becomes trapped between the ropes and the chain link. With no room to counter and no leverage to gain, there's nothing to stop Synnum De La Cruz as she uses her grip on Lee's hair to rake her face across the chain link cheese grater style! The Legion reacts negatively as Lee screams out in pain until Saint finally stops her vicious assault. Lee feels like she has a tiny bit of a break, but Saint only had one thing in mind. Saint runs hard against the north side ropes and comes back, leaping into the air with a front-double leg dropkick that catches Vivian squarely between her shoulder blades and drives her face even further into the fence!

 

Terra Skye: SynnStarr is relentless!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's got IT goin on damnit! I keep trying to tell you.

 

Ray Payne: She's been a real guud addition tah da Carnage roster yo.

 

Lee's hurting as she drops down to the apron to be able to roll herself back into the ring; but it's a foregone conclusion that White Rey has closed the door again which means that she'll have to plan her escape a little better than before. Saint's back up, and now her problem is finding the only can of hairspray in this match that she both needs to win and had to abandon earlier. She finds that it rolled up against the side of the cage on the far north-east section of the ring, but has to spend the valuable time to retrieve it. By this time, Lee works her way back up to all fours and is at least facing her opponent enough that she can see what SynnStarr's next move might be. With the can now firmly in SynnStarr Saint's grasp, there's only one thing that Saint could possibly be doing. Saint stops a few feet before Lee and begins searching around inside of her trunks with her free hand for something, perhaps a foreign object. This gives Lee the opportunity she didn't know that she would have. She pushes herself back up to the balls of her feet and uses a swift kick to knock the spray can right out of Saint's hand!

 

Johnny Vegas: DAMNIT!!!

 

Saint is surprised as the can goes bounding along the canvas towards the western wall of the cage, but it doesn't draw her full attention. Lee spends a little bit too much time making sure that the can is out of the way, and she pays for it dearly. Saint bends down and scoops Vivian Lee up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's carry position. Lee does everything she can, throwing elbow after elbow to the side of Saint's head, but it's not enough to stop Saint from throwing Lee into the air and dropping her with a vicious F5!

 

Terra Skye: That's called the 'Synntastic 2'!! Vicious F5!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh Yeah BABY!!!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Viv is payin fur dat yo..

 

Once again Lee is down and perhaps out this time. But there is something that SynnStarr needs to do before she can legally win this match. Saint pulls herself back up to her feet, though exhaustion is really setting in at this point and is definitely taking it's toll on even the most durable of athletes. Saint regains a vertical base and is a bit slow to get over to the can; but there appears to be no real danger of Vivian Lee moving at all. There's a commotion among the crowd now as Saint bends down to grab the can that's literally resting up against the chainlink on the mat. The commotion gets even louder as Shirlea Frost hops the barricade and flies over to the western (ramp) side of the ring where she's right in Saint's view! There's nothing she can do to stop Saint, but the distraction is more than effective!

 

Shirlea Frost

 

Terra Skye: Oh my GOD!

 

Johnny Vegas: DAMNIT NO! Leave her alone you witch!!!

 

Saint and Shirlea exchange heated words for a good amount of time which allows Vivian Lee to start stirring behind Saint and very much unknowingly as well. Lee grabs the bottom rope of the south side and slides her hand along it as a guide as she makes her way towards the door. Security starts running out from the backstage area through the curtain and they immediately make their way to Shirlea Frost which actually draws boos from the crowd here in Philadelphia. Shirlea Frost is pulled away kicking and screaming as Saint smiles on as she remains isolated with her opponent on the inside of the cage. Very quietly, Lee asks for Senior Referee White Rey to open up the door while she continues to slide her way towards it while keeping her profile as low to the ground as possible. The crowd begins to stir a bit and the pitch picks up a bit as SynnStarr doesn't even notice the door being opened while she's bending down to secure the hairspray can in her hands. Lee's got her upper body at the Cage Door now and Saint is just now realizing what's really going on!

 

Johnny Vegas: GET HER!! She's getting out!!

 

Terra Skye: NO! Everythings fine over here! No one trying to get out of the cage!

 

Johnny Vegas: You're just about as big a bitch as Vivian is!!!

 

The crowd cheers as Lee gets her upper body through the door but it's a short lived cheer when SynnStarr gets a hold of her right ankle to stop her. Lee screams out as she fights with her upper body strength to pull herself free, but Saint very brightly twists the ankle with the grip she has on it, using pain to help motivate Lee to re-enter the ring. Lee kicks with her left foot, but the degree at which her right foot is being twisted does force her to give up on her attempt to escape, and she allows Saint to simply drag her back into the ring. But with one eye on the future, Lee is quick to roll over onto her back and use both of her feet to push off, sending Saint bounding backward and to hit the canvas back first!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's a conniving little asshole.

 

Terra Skye: She's great. And she makes fun of you, so that makes her even better in my book.

 

It's a race to get back to their feet first, and both competitors utilize a twisting motion that brings them directly back onto the balls of their feet even if they're sacrificing a clean view of what the other is doing. Saint continues to clutch the hairspray can in her hand, which she's about to use in the most vicious way possible. She swings her right arm back and with the full force of a heymaker she lunges with a hairspray can shot that just barely misses the target when Vivian Lee ducks! Lee passes behind Saint and ducks her head down low. With a guttural grunt, the Legion reacts with surprise as Lee shows the strength that she isn't exactly known for. She gets the solid Saint up onto her shoulders for an electric chair position this late in the match!

 

Ray Payne: I thinks dat she is goins fur da Bad Medicine Yo!

 

Terra Skye: Wow, you knew the name of her move. I think I'm rubbing off on you guys.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hopefully not too much, I don't want to catch herpes.

 

Saint swings her arms wildly, trying to break Lee's balance before she can drop her with the electric chair drop, and it works when Lee has to take a few steps towards the door of the cage to regain her balance. Right before Lee's about to drop with her signature finishing maneuver, Saint remembers that she's got the can of hairspray in her hands and decides that this is the time to use it. Saint aims the can down right into Vivian Lee's face, and with Saint on her shoulders Lee has no chance of blocking it. Saint sprays the hairspray directly into Lee's face! Lee immediately drops down afterward with the Electric Chair Drop! Though Senior Referee White Rey must signal the timekeeper that Saint is now legal to exit the cage as well.

 

William Hickerson: SynnStarr Saint is now legal to exit the cage as well! The first person to have both of their feet touch the floor will now win this match!

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on BABAY!!!!

 

With the Legion now understanding that this is back to what amounts to regular cage match rules, both competitors feel like they've gotten the upper hard out of the last exchange, though both are hurting and now Vivian Lee is struggling seeing as well. Both start crawling towards where the cage door is; both women asking Senior Referee White Rey to open up the door as well. This is when Vivian Lee realizes that SynnStarr Saint has been crawling next to her the entire time; but what she doesn't yet realize is that she had taken the wrong angle towards the door. Saint has an arm's length lead on the threshold of the door, and the members of the Carnage Legion are all standing on their feet as the race is on! SynnStarr is able to get her upperbody through the doorway first, but Vivian Lee reaches around and finds an ankle to pick! Saint uses all of the strength she has left to attempt to pull herself forward, but Lee is matching her in the strength department holding her back!

 

Ray Payne: Dayummm Miss Vivian has gots da strengthes!

 

The Legion is jumping now as Saint grips the metal portion of the doorway and is able to slide herself inches further with a well placed kick that catches Lee on the side of the head. Saint has to decide if she wants to let the hairspray can go for a better grip or to try to use it as a weapon one more time. Lee begins to crawl over SynnStarr Saint and pass in the gap between the bottom and middle ropes! Lee keeps Saint pinned to the threshold of the cage door as she attempts to slide right over her to exit the cage!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: That bitch is trying to get out on top of my Synny!!!

 

Terra Skye: She is not yours. And that's a very good move for Vivian.

 

Ray Payne: Viv is Smarts yo.

 

Saint is able to spin herself onto her back, and with Lee still blinded, she takes the spray can and bashes Vivian in the temple with it! The shot temporarily renders Vivian Lee unconscious, and she begins to slide forward by her own weight and further out of the door!

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit, she's gonna hit the ground!

 

Johnny Vegas: NOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

Saint grabs a hold of Lee's body and the two women tumble down the ringside steps and out to the floor below!!! The Legion is in shock! Senior Referee stands there for a moment, the match may be simply too close to call!

 

Ray Payne: Who winned yo?

 

Terra Skye: They both hit at the same time!

 

After a few moments considering it, Senior Referee White Rey calls for the bell!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

There's loud murmurs going on as the crowd is not sure who won this contest.

 

William Hickerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match..

 

Terra Skye: Come on... Come on....

 

Johnny Vegas: Shit! Fuck! Shitfuck!

 

Senior Referee White Rey moves over to the two women, and raises up one of their arms.

 

William Hickerson: SYNNSTARR SAINT!!!

 

There's an immediate chorus of boos that echoes out throughout the 2300 Arena as SynnStarr Saint is declared the winner! She uses Senior Referee White Rey's grip on her arm to help pull herself back up to a vertical base, but shoves him out of the way the moment that she gets back to her feet. There's an immediate commotion that follows when Saint turns her attention back to Vivian Lee as even she has begun to stir once more. Lee pulls herself back to her hands and knees but she's quickly met with a vicious series of strikes from SynnStarr Saint! The bell is rung wildly by Boy who figures doing so will regain some measure of order!

 

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: What the fuck?!?! She WON!

 

Johnny Vegas: YES YES!! OH GOD YES!!!

 

SynnStarr isn't stopping for the bell, however – and she's not done yet. She cocks the Hairspray can back once more and plans to smash Lee across the face with it, but Lee ducks the swing once more! Saint turns and gets blasted across the face with a hard slap from Lee! Immediately followed with a backhand slap as well! Lee kicks Saint in the gut and attempts to take the can of hairspray away, but Saint uses her grip to power Lee around and slam her back first into the ring apron and the bottom of the cage!

 

Ray Payne: Does they know dat da match is overs yo?

 

Terra Skye: DUH! SynnStarr is just a cunt face.

 

Johnny Vegas: She is NOT! She's just getting sweet revenge on Vivian.

 

Lee drops down to her knees and now Saint is standing over her with the hairspray can still in her grasp. Saint begins to search her trunks yet again, this time she finds what she is looking for. Saint pulls her arm out and it's immediately clear that she's brought a lighter with her to this match! This is not good!

 

Johnny Vegas: LIGHT THAT BITCH UP!

 

Terra Skye: NO! OH MY GOD! Someone stop her!

 

Lee is pulling herself back up to a vertical base, but is generally unaware of what Saint has in store for her. Saint lines up the hairspay nozzle and the oil lighter just so, flicking the sparker so that the flame ignites. The Hardcore crowd here in Philadelphia is about to get a bit more than they bargained for when suddenly, out of nowhere, Sam Amos comes flying down the ramp!

 

Sam Amos

 

 

Terra Skye: SAM AMOS!!

 

Ray Payne: OH MAH GAWDS YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: I HATE THAT GUY!!!

 

Saint isn't aware of Amos' presence, even with the cheers of the crowd dictating to her that something must be up. She's way more focused on punishing Vivian Lee; and is mere seconds away from doing so. Saint presses the top of the spray bottle nozzle down, and the highly flammable spray shoots straight at the open flame. Sam bounds the ring post and makes it there just in time to shove Vivian Lee out of the way!!! But Sam takes a fireball straight to the face!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god... She got Sam right in the face with that flame!

 

Johnny Vegas: God, this doesn't get any better than this.

 

Ray Payne: You is a dickhead Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAAAA?!

 

Saint has no idea where Sam came from and how he managed to shove Lee out of the path of the flamethrower hairspray but now it's Amos who's rolling around on the concrete floor clutching his face in pain! He's screaming that his eyes are burned! Lee immediately takes the fight to Saint, looking absolutely furious! She bounds over and throws a flying forearm so hard into Saint's face that Saint drops both the lighter and the hairspray from the shockwave alone! A massive security detail along with EMTs come bounding from the backstage area, bursting through the curtain two at a time and fifteen abreast. It takes five, six, seven security guards a piece to get between Saint and Lee to get them to stop fighting! Lee and Saint kick and scream and claw and scratch at the members of security that separate them!

 

Terra Skye: Vivian is PISSED.

 

Ray Payne: Synny jus hurted her.. uh, her.. man friend.

 

Terra Skye: It's taking nearly all of the security to separate these two!

 

Saint, the winner of the match, gets physically lifted off of her feet and taken up the ramp towards the backstage area very unceremoniously by eight Carnage Security Members! Lee chooses not to fight them as badly. Instead, when enough distance is between her and Saint, she immediately turns and places her attention back at Sam Amos, who now has four EMTs huddled over him and getting the stretcher board ready.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes he is okay yo.. Sheesh. Dis haz been a weird nite.

 

Sam continues to remark about his eyes being burned and Lee pushes herself right in to huddle over Sam. The EMTs work feverishly to get him strapped into the board and onto the gurney so that he can be rushed to a local medical facility right away. Lee looks upset, irate, even furious and like she's never just been through a hellacious fight. Her own face and eyes blood red from the hairspray, she does everything she can to comfort Sam as they begin to wheel him up the ramp and towards the backstage area.

 

 

Ringside - I want to go...
We immediately head to the backstage area, which the Legion can see from the Carnagetron Screen that's keeping them apprised of all the major happenings as they happen. It's a frantic scene as the eight security guards carrying SynnStarr Saint pass through first, literally taking her straight back to her locker room without any let up as she continues to scream, curse, and fight them at every step. Not too long after the echoes of her screams die down through the hallways do we see Kyra Johnson running towards the entrance curtain to meet Lee, the EMTs and Amos as they come through with Amos on the stretcher. KJ goes straight to Lee who hasn't yet left Amos' side. She's obviously very deeply concerned as she approaches, but the EMTs are not wasting any time as they turn right towards the corridor that leads straight to the ambulances.

 

Kyra Johnson, Sam Amos & Vivian Lee

 

Kyra Johnson: Someone talk to me, is he going to be okay?

 

Vivian Lee: I hope so.

 

Sam Amos: My eyes!!

 

Vivian Lee: Just hold still Sam, we're getting you right to the hospital!

 

Kyra Johnson: Someone talk to me!

 

EMT: We believe that Mr. Amos suffered first degree burns to his face and his eyes..

 

Sam Amos: I can't see!!!

 

Vivian Lee: Is he going to be okay?

 

EMT: We'll have to get him to the hospital to be sure.

 

In no time at all, they're at the rear doors of an ambulance that's awaiting them. The EMTs work quickly to get the head of Amos' stretcher up to the rear doors so that they can fold the wheels up and push him in.

 

Kyra Johnson: I want a full report on his condition!

 

EMT: Yes, Ma'am.

 

Vivian Lee: What are you going to do about this?

 

KJ can only look at Lee in a moment of desperation, having no real answer to give her.

 

Kyra Johnson: I.. I don't know.

 

Vivian scoffs as she is more concerned with getting her revenge on SynnStarr Saint over Amos' well-being. Kyra takes the reaction a bit personally, but she closes her eyes and pushes herself through the difficulties of the moment.

 

Vivian Lee: Well you better do-

 

Kyra Johnson: I will. You had better believe that I will; but that's not what's important right now.

 

By this time, the Ambulance has Amos all loaded up and ready to go.

 

EMT: Ladies, please, I have to shut the doors.

 

Kyra takes a step back, but in the moment, Vivian has to decide what she wants to do. She looks up into the Ambulance, and at Sam; before looking back at Kyra.

 

Vivian Lee: Is there any way that I can go with him?

 

The EMTs shake their heads at Kyra, but Kyra flat out ignores them.

 

Kyra Johnson: She's going. Let her go.

 

Kyra nods at Vivian who wastes no time at all pulling herself upward and into the ambulance to ride along.

 

Vivian Lee: Please tell Shirlea that I'm headed out to the hospital with Sam. We'll keep you posted, I-

 

Kyra watches as the EMTs pull the doors closed mid-sentence as it's imperative that Amos makes it to the hospital right away. The sirens blare as the Ambulance wastes no time at all speeding directly out of the back of the venue and off into the chilly South Philadelphia night. Kyra is left standing there, realizing that she has her fist clenched so tightly that she's left fingernail indentations in her hand. She turns on the balls of her feet and storms off in the direction of her office; definitely not pleased at all.

 

 

Match Five - Ultraviolent Title Match - Matt Stone Vs. Dazi Miyashita

Terra Skye: This night has been crazy.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's been pretty damn great.

 

Ray Payne: I cannots believes dat we is gunna be on tv's..

 

Terra Skye: I know, right. The OWF is a big name federation, for them to put us on their network, that's HUGE.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm gonna be a star. This is great.

 

William Hickerson: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be an Ultraviolent Cage Match for the ULTRAVIOLENT TITLE!!!! In order to win this match, BOTH feet have to touch the floor of the 2300 Arena before your opponents!!!

 


UltraViolent Championship

 

Steel Cage Match
(This match can only be won by escaping the cage with both feet touching the floor.)

 

 

"Whoa is Me" by Down With Webster hits the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing.

 

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

 

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, showing off his vintage “Shut me up” T-shirt, telling the crowd that he's going to be the NEW Ultraviolent Champion as the crowd shouts at him. Stone stops about halfway down the ramp and holds up his arms, only to receive more heat from the capacity crowd, causing him to shake his head and mutter something under his breath. He continues shaking his head as he gets to ringside and looks inside the steel cage that awaits him.

 

William Hickerson: First to the ring, the Challenger... Standing tall at six foot, and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... he is MATT STONEEEEEEE!!!!!!

 

Matt Stone

 

Johnny Vegas: MY MAN!!!

 

Terra Skye: I bet.

 

Matt climbs the ring steps and gets into the cage. He forgoes his usual routine in favor of walking to the far corner of the ring and impatiently begins stretching, as he awaits his opponent. As he moves around in the ring, “Its All About Me" hits the PA and out walks the Carnage Wrestling Ultraviolent Champion, Dazi Miyashita. She stands atop the stage as she looks out upon the capacity crowd, her eyes surfing the fans until they rest on her opponent standing in the ring, looking right back at her.

 

William Hickerson: And his opponent... She is the CARNAGE WRESTLING ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION... She stands in at five foot, five inches..and weighs one hundred and twenty two pounds... she is DAZI MIYASHITAAAAAA!!!!!!!

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

Terra Skye: I think Stone is underestimating Dazi's toughness.

 

Ray Payne: But Mistah Stone isn't a hardcore wrestlah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter at all.

 

Dazi starts walking slowly down towards the ring, shifting the Ultraviolent title on her shoulder as she gets closer to the ring. She doesn't hesitate when it comes time to ascend the ring steps and climb into the ominous steel cage with Matt Stone. She steps into the center of the ring, not taking her eyes off of him the entire time as she raises the title belt in the air, much to the joy of the crowd! Stone and she exchange a glare as she hands the belt over to Referee White Rey, who joins William Hickerson on the outside of the cage before closing the door of the cage and calling over to Terra to ring the opening bell!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

The Carnage Legion is pumped as the first of two title matches they've been looking forward to is officially underway. Dazi and Stone stand face to face in the center of the ring and it doesn't take long for Stone to begin jaw jacking his opponent. The Champion doesn't take too kindly to his trash talk, so it doesn't take her long to throw a closed right fist into Matt Stone's face which quiets him if only for a second as he backpedals towards the west-side ropes. Dazi throws punch after punch, making Stone back up all the way to the ropes simply to somewhat take the sting off of these opening shots. But it's Stone that, upon the moment that his back touches the ropes, sends out a toe kick in the direction of Dazi's right knee that connects and takes her right off balance. Stone immediately applies a standing side headlock so that he can drag his female opponent out to the center of the ring before pulling back with his left fist and smash Dazi across the face with it. The force of the impact drops Dazi down onto her back in the center of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Told you that Dazi isn't to be fucked with.

 

Johnny Vegas: Please, The moment that he wanted to Matt had her on her back. It's not rocket science.

 

Matt immediately takes to the easterly ropes to grab some momentum quickly by bouncing off of them, but Dazi surprises him with a lunging body trip that actually works to her advantage, making Matt hop awkwardly over her at best completely breaking his momentum. Dazi bounds right back to her feet and grabs Matt Stone by the back of his neck and turns towards the east wall of the cage. With full force she throws Matt Stone completely over the top rope, he is able to turn his body in mid air, but he crashes against the side of the cage hard making a very loud sound as his body comes in contact with the steel chain link! His pain is two fold as he falls through the small gap between the ropes and the chain link – which grates the flesh of his right arm and shoulders on the way down to the unprotected edge of the wrestling ring where he lands. The crowd cheers Miyashita on as she places both of her hands on the top rope and starts laying the boots down on her opponent who remains somewhat trapped between the bottom rope and the chain link wall of the cage.

 

Johnny Vegas: HEY! That's not fair!

 

Terra Skye: It would be totally fair if Stone was doing that to her.. right?

 

Ray Payne: I'll answer dis one fur Johnny... yes, yo.

 

Dazi reaches down and pulls Stone through from underneath the bottom rope by keeping a strong grip on his head. Miyashita in full control now, she delivers a shin kick the moment Stone makes it back to his feet to start knotting up those calves in an attempt to limit his mobility. Stone reacts by trying to gain separation, immediately going for the south-east corner of the ring, throwing himself back first into the corner and limiting the space that Miyashita can attack him in. She comes forward with a toe kick, which does catch Stone off-guard. He doubles over, but this gives Miyashita the time to take to the ropes with Stone trapped between them. With both her wrestling boots now firm on the second rope, she holds her fist up in the air to let her intentions know to the sold-out crowd here in the 2300 Arena. Miyashita starts dropping fists as the Carnage Legion counts along with them.. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9.. Miyashita winds up for the big finale at 10 but Stone completely stops her cold. He wraps his arms around both of her legs at calf-height and takes two steps forward. In what is a very scary moment for Dazi, Stone drops straight down and allows Miyashita to snap forward, catching only her chin on the top turnbuckle making her head snap back, and then every consecutive buckle on the way down as well. The snake-eyes hits to perfection and now Dazi is curled up in the corner clutching her head and neck area in obvious pain. Stone crawls away still feeling the effects of the corner-mount punches.

 

Terra Skye: Damn! Dazi had him dead to rights there for a while, but that one move sent her into a world of pain!

 

Ray Payne: I hopes she iz okays yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is an Ultraviolent match... if you can't handle it then get the fuck out!

 

Dazi hasn't moved out of the corner by the time that Stone has made it back to his feet. Stone quickly realizes that he could go for the cage door, but decides against it as Senior Referee White Rey is simply out of position while doing his job, calling in to Dazi Miyashita to see if she can physically continue the match. Like a true champion, Dazi refuses to quit, but Stone chooses to take this moment to grab Dazi by her left ankle and to drag her out of to the center of the ring, away from White Rey. The Legion here in Philadelphia puts down their cheesesteaks for a moment to boo Matt Stone as his next few stomps are purposefully directed at the back of Dazi's neck.

 

Terra Skye: Oh come on!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: All's fair in love, war and Championships... Terra.

 

Ray Payne: Dats not how it goes yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: That's how it goes in Johnny Vegas' world babay!!!

 

Miyashita has no choice but to roll over and offer her head instead as each stomp feels like they're sending waves of painful electricity up and down her spine. Stone's not pleased with the UltraViolent Champion's intention to block her neck away from attack so he decides to apply a front facelock; wrenching it in for a moment with a bit of torque just to apply more pressure onto her neck. After Dazi positions herself to lessen the pressure of the hold, Stone's wherewithal tells him to transition the submission into a means to pull her back to her feet, which he does. Now with Dazi standing, Stone knees her in the gut before shooting off with a massive European uppercut. The blast sends Dazi's head snapping backwards once again and this time she backpedals herself all the way into the south-west corner of the ring.

 

Ray Payne: Jeezy Peezy lemon Squeezy..

 

Terra Skye: Seriously? You're a moron.

 

Ray Payne: I tries yo. Sheesh Miss Terra.

 

Stone comes in and leaps right away, grabbing Dazi not only by her head and neck, but placing both of his feet onto her midsection as well. He yanks back and brings himself down to the mat, and performs a monkey flip that's to perfection other than Dazi flips completely through and back to her feet. Stone is back up and somewhat unaware of what had just happened, but that quickly changes when he turns and immediately eats a Dazi Miyashita clothesline!

 

Terra Skye: BOOM!!!

 

The impact is greater due to Stone not expecting it – which is good for Dazi as she slinks against the southern top rope using it to prop herself upright for a few moments. Stone is a bit slow to make it back to his feet, but when he does, Miyashita pops off another clothesline that's not as effective as before, but still gets the job done. The Carnage Legion getting back into the match now, Stone belays himself from getting up a third time, choosing instead to crawl into the south-west corner on his hands and knees. Dazi stalks him immediately, trying to keep the pacing of the match high, but it's a huge mistake. When she comes within arms reach of her opponent, the challenger reaches forward and takes the front of Miyashita's trunks and pulls with all of his might. Without her full balance, Dazi falls forward and smashes face first into the top turnbuckle, once more bending her head and neck backwards in a very scary way. Dazi hits the ground quickly, her arms immediately going for the neck area and with that, almost all of the energy is taken out of the crowd inside the 2300 arena once more.

 

Johnny Vegas: Shall I say it, Hmmmm?

 

Terra Skye: Shut up Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: BOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: I hate you.

 

Stone's back up and he's holding his head and neck area, still feeling the effects of that first clothesline that he just suffered a few moments ago that really took him by surprise. Now “The Abominable Showman” is living up to his name and his reputation, taking a few moments to talk smack down to the champion instead of keeping up on his assault. This doesn't work too much to a disadvantage, however, as Stone pulls Dazi back up to a vertical base by her head only to knee her in the gut and drop her closer to the center of the ring with a snap DDT that throws her body completely head over heels before driving it into the canvas. The Legion boos this as it seems like Stone has no regard whatsoever for Dazi's career, targeting the head and neck area the entire time.

 

Ray Payne: Dat is not nices yo! He is jus targetings one parts of her bodies yo.

 

Terra Skye: It's her BODY.. not her BODIES. But I will agree, he certainly has no regard for her well being.

 

Johnny Vegas: Like I said.. all is fair in love.. war and--

 

Terra Skye: LALALALA!! Not listening!!!

 

Stone now looks up at the crowd, and gives them a couple choice finger gestures to tell them exactly what he thinks of them and their champion. He motions to White Rey in a very aggressive way to open the cage door; White Rey ever being the professional that he is has no problem in obliging that request. Stone wipes his feet off on the mat before he steps towards the cage door that's located on the south-west side of the ring; but in doing so he has to step over top Dazi Miyashita. This does, in fact, end up being a much bigger mistake than before, as Miyashita is able to push through the pain and find the strength within her to convert a simple grab of the ankle to a modified drop toe hold. Stone claws his way unsuccessfully towards the door but Miyashita successfully blocks any forward progress, much to the delight of the Philadelphia chapter of the Legion. Stone can only watch as White Rey closes and re-locks the cage door in front of him and it's not the sign he was hoping for. Stone immediately tries to push himself up to a vertical base, but Miyashita keeps a tight grip on that ankle. Both competitors work their way up to a vertical base at the same time, though Stone still has one leg captured by the Champ. Stone knows Dazi's weakness right now, so he leaps into the air with a stunning enzuigiri attempt, but Dazi was expecting it and ducks the attempt! Stone lands hard on his stomach and Dazi immediately jumps right onto his calves!

 

Terra Skye: And our champion isn't going down without a fight!

 

Johnny Vegas: You are acting like a five year old, you know that?

 

Terra Skye: Just acting like you, Johnny.

 

Stone screams out in pain as Miyashita stands on the challenger's calves and locks his toes behind her knees. She reaches down and smacks Stone's ribs with closed fists, forcing a reaction of him to draw his arms inwards. She grabs him by the wrists and it's academic what the champion is going for next. The Carnage Legion cheers in unison as Miyashita begins rocking backwards with her body weight, using herself as a pendulum, able to at least get Matt Stone up onto his knees while applying a modified Mexican Surfboard Stretch! Dazi reaches forward and clutches Stone with both arms just under his jaw; and now she's really wrenching back on the hold! Stone's arms are waiving about in a wild fashion just doing anything he can to try to shift his way out of this hold – but Miyashita's got it locked in good at the center of the ring. The Carnage Legion cheers her on until finally she decides to abandon the hold of her own free-will. She moves her arms away from Stone's throat and immediately places her palms right between his shoulder blades. In one motion, with both of her hands shoving forward, she snaps Stone forward so that he falls face first down to the mat with a huge amount of energy! Stone smashes against the canvas face first and immediately comes up with one hand over his mouth and nose. Dazi slowly makes her way back to her feet and now the crowd is solidly back into this contest!

 

Ray Payne: Dis crowd is lovins dis yo.

 

Terra Skye: Frankly, I don't like Matt Stone's tactics, but Johnny is right... this match is--

 

Johnny Vegas: Did I just hear you say that I was RIGHT?!?!

 

Terra Skye: This match is a championship match.. both competitors need to pull out all the stops here.

 

Johnny Vegas: YES!! She admitted it!!

 

Stone crawls towards the northern ropes, slowly, dragging his legs behind him. Meanwhile Dazi chooses to head towards the southern wall of the steel cage; and the pitch of the crowd changes completely when she reaches up for the chain link fencing separating them. Stone looks over his shoulder to see Dazi place her feet on the bottom rope as she begins to scale the south side of the cage in an attempt to retain her championship. This gets Stone moving a bit faster than usual as he feverishly tugs at the ropes to get himself back to his feet. Dazi reaches the point where she's standing on the top rope by the time that Stone is back to his feet; Stone has no choice but to charge haphazardly towards the champion in an attempt to keep her in the cage. Dazi looks back and times a back-kick perfectly.. Stone runs face-first right into the sole of Miyashita's wrestling boot. For a moment, Stone staggers until he reaches ring center, and Miyashita has a choice to make. She looks up at the top of the cage, and then back at her opponent, but then in the moment decides against going for the win. She snaps herself off of the top rope and backwards with a suicide corkscrew cross body attempt that looks absolutely perfect until the last second where Stone is able to duck out of the way just in the nick of time. Dazi hits the mat hard and comes up quickly clutching her midsection, very obviously having the wind knocked out of her. She turns to see Stone catching momentum off of the east side ropes but she doesn't catch him in time. Unintentionally squaring off with him as he lunges forward, he catches her with a HUGE STO that carries so much force that the back of her neck takes the full brunt of the maneuver!

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt calls that beautiful maneuver the “S-T-Owned”. Totally clever if you ask me.

 

Terra Skye: That corkscrew cross body was going to put him out of commission if he didn't duck out of the way though.

 

All of the life is sucked out of the crowd as Miyashita lays dormant on the mat not too far from the cage door but certainly in no way to help herself out of it. Stone could signal for the door to be opened for himself, but as he stays on his knees for a moment he realizes that he'd have to step over Miyashita once more to get to the door and that's not something he's willing to try a second time. Stone bounds back to his feet and gives Miyashita a few choice words once more before stumbling backwards and to the North-side ropes which are the only thing that kept him from falling on his backside at that moment. He turns and looks up twenty feet to the top of the cage and then back down at his opponent who still hasn't really moved since the STO. Stone decides that this is the moment and he reaches for the chain link; something that draws heavy boos from the Legion. Stone gets both boots on the bottom rope, and even one on the middle rope before Miyashita stirs at all. This certainly isn't looking good for her chances to retain here tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Comes on Miss Dazi!! Gots tah gets up yo!!

 

Stone now with both feet on the top rope, he begins to bound himself up and down to generate some bounce before leaping upward with both hands on the top of the cage. The bounce generated by the ropes throws him up to where he's got his whole body weight on his arms and he's waist high with the top of the cage, itself. Dazi's pushing herself back up to her feet, but it's very obvious that the pains in her neck are causing the wrong signals to be sent from her brain to her body, and perhaps vice-versa, as she does not appear to have any balance remaining. Stone throws his right leg over the top of the cage and now lays down flat, stomach first, on the square trussing that lines and makes up the top of the cage. He takes a few moments to catch his breath and to look down; a fall from this height on either side would definitely not be something that anyone would want to have happen here tonight. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Dazi Miyashita comes bounding in from out of no where, making her way over to the northern ropes where Stone was climbing earlier. She gets one boot on the bottom rope and one on the middle, and uses her agility to immediately springboard upward and grab Stone by his left ankle. Stone's eyes immediately widen as a cheer emanates from the Carnage Legion here in PA!

 

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck? Does this bitch have fucking springs in her boots?!

 

Terra Skye: I don't know but that was amazing. She does not want to lose that belt tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Dats da sign of a true champions yo.

 

Stone tries to kick Miyashita off, but it's not effective at all. She has a death grip on the ankle, and she tries to pull Stone back into the ring. Too much of Stone is already out of the ring, however, and he's really able to wrap his right leg around the trussing to keep himself still as he seems absolutely terrified of falling anywhere at this height. With no other choice, Miyashita begins to scale the cage herself, keeping a good grip on Stone's ankle the entire time. She does take a moment to hold her neck in pain, but she quickly uses her free hand to get a few free closed-fist rib shots on her opponent. Not wanting to let go, Stone doesn't even block them. He just yells out in pain as each concussive blast rocks his exposed ribs however hard Dazi chooses to hit them. She throws her left leg over the top to a thunderous applause, and now both competitors are straddling the northern wall of the cage, sitting on the trussing, facing each other! Dazi throws a quick forearm shiv that sits Matt Stone upright, and nearly has him falling backwards, as he uses all of the strength he has in his legs to keep from falling over!

 

Oooooohhhhhh!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's trying to kill him!

 

Ray Payne: He gots up dere himself yo! Dey both has da rite to be up dere!!!

 

Stone blocks the next forearm shiv that Miyashita tries to throw, and counters with a handful of Dazi's hair and a strong headbutt that now has her flailing backwards and nearly falling! Except Miyashita starts to lean towards the floor side of the cage which causes Stone to have to grab her just to save the match for himself! This gives Miyashita the opening to return his headbutt with one of her own which sends Stone bounding backwards! Except she doesn't give her opponent the same courtesy!

 

Johnny Vegas: NO! She has no right to try to kill him after he JUST saved her ass from falling all the way down to this floor!!!!!!

 

OOOHHHHH!!!

 

Miyashita then does the unthinkable. With Stone leaning backwards and away from her, she begins to push herself up onto the trussing so that she can stand up on it! Stone somehow manages to keep his balance, perhaps by the power of fear alone, and he pulls himself forward to apply a death grip on the trussing itself. Miyashita gets to a full standing position.. but she wobbles! But she catches herself! The Philadelphia crowd sitting in the front row on the Nothern Side of the steel cage are suddenly not feeling too great about where they are seated and begin vacating the area. Miyashita reaches down and grabs Stone in a front face lock. She's going to pull Stone to his feet regardless of whether Stone wants to or not! Stone slowly, with the grip tightening around his throat, has no choice but to carefully make it to a vertical base, somehow on this square trussing that does not even offer the safety of a platform to stand on. With Stone all the way up and with both of them at a vertical base. Miyashita does the absolute unthinkable. She spins her body completely around and attempts to go for the Alternate Reality on the top of the cage!! Stone ducks!! Dazi spins forward and begins to fall over the side of the cage!!! But Stone catches her!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD I CAN'T WATCH!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Jesus H Christ!!!

 

Ray Payne: MAMA SAY MAMA SAH MAMA MAKOOOSAHHHH!!!

 

Stone grabs Miyashita just moments before her momentum was to carry her over the edge of the trussing and send her twenty-five feet to the concrete floor below, a gesture that may have saved her career and her life! The crowd is in absolute shock, but this only doubles when Stone leaps straight up into the air, clutches Miyashita's head and neck and nails her with a C-C-Combobreaker on the top of the cage!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: HOLY FUCKING SHIT FUCK!!!!

 

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

 

Stone wails out in agony as his back slams against the metal trussing, but it's nothing compared to the impact that Dazi feels when her head comes to a complete stop against Stone's knee when his body stops cold on the unforgiving steel! The impact throws Dazi's head back violently, further damaging that neck area and Dazi appears to be out cold. Her body falls naturally backward away from Stone's post-impact, and without consciousness her legs don't reach out for solid footing to land on. Her right leg falls through a hole in the trussing as her body continues its backwards trajectory towards the concrete floor twenty-five feet below! The only thing that stops her, and stops the collective heartbeat of the Carnage Legion for a split-second is that Miyashita falls lifelessly off of the side of the cage until her wrapped up right leg snags on the trussing at the very last moment. Miyashita left dangling upside down over the edge of the cage towards the floor!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god, this is terrifying.

 

Johnny Vegas: No, this is good TV... damn if only we were on the network now.

 

Ray Payne: Dis is Miss Dazi's life we is talkings about yo... dats far more importants dan TV yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not more important than the Voice, I'll tell you that right fucking now.

 

Stone shakes the cobwebs out and then immediately turns his attention towards the floor that's twenty-five feet beneath him. He rolls his body over, left over right, making sure he has a firm grip of the trussing before he lets his body dangle over that side of the cage. The crowd boos loudly as they've taken in all that has just happened. Stone looks to be out of it as he slowly places the toes of his boots into the chain link as footholds so that he can start his descent down towards the floor. In close proximity to Dazi still, he lowers himself very slowly, one boot at a time. The boos grow ever louder and there's no response from Dazi at all at this point.

 

Terra Skye: Damnit.

 

Ray Payne: Dis does nots looks guud yo.

 

Stone's about fifteen feet from the floor, with Dazi hanging above him. Stone looks down, it's still too high to jump from this height. Stone goes to take another slow and awkward step down the cage, but suddenly Dazi's showing signs of life! She lunges down with her arms alone and grabs Stone by his head and neck! The Legion roars with approval! Dazi out of no where is suddenly keeping Stone from dropping down to the floor – saving her championship! Stone appears white as a ghost as Dazi tries everything she can to wrench Stone back upwards with whatever body strength she has left! Stone's feet slip!! She holds on!! Matt Stone dangles precariously fifteen feet above a concrete floor!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god, I think I'm going to puke!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm glad I'm over here then...

 

Stone reaches out wildly, flailing until his fingertips come to grips with the chain link sides of the cage!!! Dazi tries everything she can to pull herself down to Stone's level, but her right leg is still awkwardly locked, and stuck into the trussing that makes up the top of the cage! Stone pulls himself forward, getting his toes back into secure footholds but Dazi still has a grip on his head! Stone pulls himself backward with whatever energy he has left and slams both his face, and the back of Dazi's neck into the side of the chain link fence! Stone pulls back and he's busted wide open.. but Dazi has no choice to abandon the hold that Stone had on her as she immediately grips her neck area with both arms as she hangs upside down. Stone reaches up with his right hand and grabs a handful of Dazi's hair, and just repeatedly, slams the back of her neck against the cage over and over and over again!!! Six, seven, eight times in all! Until once again all Dazi can do is hang upside down with both of her arms holding onto her neck.

 

Terra Skye: That was uncalled for!

 

Johnny Vegas: Was it? She tried to kill him!

 

Ray Payne: Sheezus yo.

 

Stone slowly starts to make his way down the side of the cage. Senior Referee White Rey is standing right there to make the call. Stone gets down to twelve feet, and then ten feet, and then eight. At the five foot mark, Matt Stone turns and drops down and crumbles to the ground as both his feet come into contact with the concrete floor. Senior Referee White Rey immediately turns and makes the signal to Boy to end the match. Matt Stone is the winner!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

William Hickerson: The winner of the match, and NNNEEEWWW CW ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION.. MATTTTT SSSSTTTTTOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!!

 

The Carnage Legion boos loudly, some of the more inebriated here in Philadelphia even throwing trash and other things at the direction of the ring as Matt Stone pulls himself back to his feet with the aide of Senior Referee White Rey. It takes EMTs and Training Staff no time at all to rush the ring, but none of them are out here for Stone as their first priority is to get Dazi Miyashita down from her precarious position and lower her to safety. Stone reaches up to check his forehead, which is bleeding rather badly from a gash that's near his hairline; he doesn't quite have the time to process this though. Boy comes over and hands the UltraViolent Championship to White Rey, who in-turn, passes it right along to the new Champion Matt Stone. The Legion boos so loudly that's its deafening inside of the 2300 Arena here tonight.

 

Ray Payne: BOOOO!! YOU IS A BAD GUYS YOOO!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Shut up and let me Bask in this glorious moment! Finally! Something went MY WAY!!!

 

Terra Skye: You're disgusting.

 

Matt Stone immediately takes the belt and moves over to the time keepers area where he steals a microphone instead of allowing White Rey to raise his hand in victory. Stone's words come through breathy and riddled with the lingering pain that he still feels after going through such a hellacious match.

 

Matt Stone: No, don't play my entrance music just yet, I've got something to say!

 

The EMT's are scaling the cage, both from the outside and the inside, trying to figure out the best way to get Dazi down while still securing her neck just in case any long term damage was done here tonight.

 

Matt Stone: I TOLD YOU SO!! I TOLD YOU ALL SO!!!

 

The boos grow even louder and more trash is thrown. A Mama Winn's Weiner wrapper manages to pelt Stone in the side of his head, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

 

Matt Stone: I'm bringing Wrestling back to Carnage Wrestling! It starts tonight, Legion! It all starts tonight!! You CAN'T SHUT ME UP!!! NEVER!!! YOU'LL NEVER SHUT ME UP!!!!

 

Stone drops the microphone, and nearly drops to the ground himself as the blood loss and expelled energy is starting to take a toll. Finally, a trainer rushes over to check on Stone, but Stone pushes him away. “Woah is Me” by Down with Webster starts playing over the Arena PA speakers as Stone picks himself upright and places the Carnage Wrestling UltraViolent Championship belt over his right shoulder. Stone stomps off completely apathetically, but it doesn't stop Dazi Miyashita from shooting a death stare towards him from the top of the cage as the trainers struggle to keep her still. Stone marches up the entrance ramp like a man on a mission as the crowd continues to boo the events that they have just witnessed here this evening. Stone swats off a flying beer can right before reaching the curtain and exiting the ringside area completely.

 

Johnny Vegas: I love that man.

 

Ray Payne: I hope Miss Dazi is Okays yo.

 

 

Backstage - I Told you So!
The scene opens up backstage where we see Kyra Johnson, dressed in a referee’s shirt walking through the backstage area. She’s heading towards the entrance curtain, obviously on her way to referee the main event of the evening between Ana and the Carnage Champion, Jackson. The look on her face isn’t one of happiness as she avoids contact with many of the people who pass her in the hall as they try to greet her and wish her well.

 

Kyra Johnson

 

She approaches the doorway of the doctors area, where Matt Stone is currently having his forehead stitched up from his match with Dazi Miyashita. She passes the doorway, hearing the new UltraViolent champion calling out to her to enter. Stone is in rare form tonight, after having been through a grueling cage match, seeming even louder than he normally does. Upon entering the room with the deepest of sighs, Kyra sees the man looking down at his phone, frowning a bit before looking up to address the woman he bellowed at just moments ago.

 

Matt Stone

 

Matt Stone: I believe an ‘I told you so’ is in order.

 

She crosses her arms and leans on the door frame of the room, another deep sigh coming from between her lips.

 

Kyra Johnson: I’m not really feeling this right now, Matt. I have a match to referee.

 

Stone ushers the doctor away from his forehead, the glue already being applied to stop the bleeding, but the stitches yet to be applied to make it perfect fix.

 

Matt Stone: I just got a text to tell me that the person I wanted to come here couldn’t make it for some stupid scheduling issue, so you’re the only one around here to talk about, and quite frankly, you’re the one I should be talking to right now.

 

Stone reaches across the table and picks up the UltraViolent championship, holding it up.

 

Matt Stone: You see this? This needs to be changed as soon as possible. This title shouldn’t go a second longer with this hideous name on it. I can’t even pronounce this shit, it should clearly read ‘Matt Stone, best wrestler ever’ on it, or if there isn’t enough room, at least Matt Stone and not Dazi.

 

Stone shudders like Sideshow Bob had just stepped on a rake.

 

Matt Stone: And another thing, now that I’m representing your company as a champion, I think I deserve some perks around here, starting with a dressing room. Now I’m not one of those divas who needs to have everything set up perfectly, I just need the basics, a chair, preferably a recliner, a mirror to see my gorgeous face in and a bowl of red M&Ms. For every non-red M&M I find in that bowl, I’ll kill someone.

 

Kyra’s eyes widen, she can’t really believe what she’s hearing at this point; and considering the mood she’s been in lately.. That’s surprising.

 

Kyra Johnson: Jesus Christ, you just won the damn thing. You’ll have to deal with that for now, until it can be changed. As for your little ‘requests’?

 

She looks at his beady little eyes, and that infuriating expression on his face, and she knows that she can’t go off like she did at the last show. So she closes her eyes for a few seconds, taking a few deep breaths before reopening them; and glaring back into his eyes.

 

Kyra Johnson: I will do what I can.. But patience is a virtue.

 

She mentally pats herself on the back for maintaining a measure of composure in the face of a man that pisses her off more than JD has lately.

 

Matt Stone: That’s right, I won the thing, just like a champion should. And I’ll tell you this right now, if you plan on walking out there and awarding the title to someone like you did on Chaos, there’s going to be a riot so I suggest, and keep your ears open to this part because it’s important, you go show the rest of the zebra's back here what a real referee does and be invisible out there. I don’t know how important you’ll be in a cage match anyway, but don’t do anything stupid. Well, anything else, anyway.

 

He walks back over to the table and sits down, motioning for the doctor to finish stitching him up.

 

Matt Stone: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have repairs to be made, damn bitch tried to rip my face off. Who do I look like, Nicholas Cage? Get it, cage match, Nic Cage….oh you’re no fun.

 

He shakes his head at the humorless doctor, ignoring Kyra entirely now.

 

Kyra Johnson: Whatever…

 

Kyra turns away and steps back out into the hallway, heading back in the direction of the packed arena to get the main event underway.

 

 

Main Event - Carnage Championship Match - Ana Vs. Jackson

 

 

Terra Skye: We've finally made it.

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe how intense this night has been.

 

Ray Payne: Dis haz certainlies been one of da craziests nites dat we've hads here in carnage.

 

Terra Skye: Agreed. And here we are, the main event.

 

Johnny Vegas: The match that shouldn't have ever happened. Sheesh.

 

Ray Payne: Dats bull yo. You know dat referee wuznt rite yo.

 

Terra Skye: This match NEEDS to happen, and Kyra will officiate a clean match. She'll make the right calls.

 

Johnny Vegas: There's nothing to call! It's a fucking Cage match! Whatever. This is just a ploy for her to get more attention.

 

Terra Skye: SURE... She just wants attention. No. Her asshole Fiance le--

 

Johnny Vegas: We're not starting with this, because we'll argue all fucking night.

 

Ray Payne: Please no, yo.

 

William Hickerson steps inside the steel cage for the final time this evening, looking as worn out as every other staff member that has worked this event. He steps forward, confidently and prepares to announce the main event of the evening.

 

William Hickerson: This next match is your MAIN EVENT, and is For the CARNAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! As with every other match tonight, this is a CAGE MATCH, and in order to win BOTH FEET Have to touch the ground of the 2300 Arena FIRST!!!

 


Carnage Wrestling Championship

 

Steel Cage Match
(This match can only be won by escaping the cage with both feet touching the floor.)

 

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes. Yes we know!

 

William Hickerson: Introducing first, the special guest referee for this match, she's the owner of Carnage Wrestling... KYRA JOHNSONNNN!!!

 

No music hits, Kyra simply walks out onto the entrance stage as the crowd cheers her. She stops atop the stage and looks out upon the sold out crowd of the 2300 Arena, for her show, and she nods her head before heading down the entrance ramp. She looks official in her referee shirt and tight black pants as she ascends the ring steps and climbs into the ring, ready to get this next match underway.

 

Kyra Johnson

 

Terra Skye: She still doesn't look good.

 

Ray Payne: I has da worries yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh whatever. Who cares.

 

As Kyra paces the ring, looking nervous; “Miracle” By Paramore hits the PA System and the crowd has a mixed reaction as Ana steps out onto the stage. She looks calm and collected as she wastes little time in moving towards the ring. She slaps the hands of a few fans as she gets to ringside and quickly ascends the ring steps. She climbs into the cage and comes face to face with the woman who attacked her two weeks ago.

 

William Hickerson: First to the ring, The challenger.. she stands in at Five foot seven inches, and weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds... she is ANAAAAA!!!!!

 

Ana

 

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't want to be either of them right now.

 

Terra Skye: They're both mature women, and can handle their problems.

 

The two women exchange a few words as Ana's music fades out and the crowd gets quiet as they await the entrance of the Carnage Champion. 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

 

William Hickerson: And her opponent... He stands tall at six foot, four inches and weighs two hundred and seventeen pounds... he is YOUR CARNAGE CHAMPION.... JACKSONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

 

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 and the Carnage championship on his opposite shoulder, pausing for a second as he makes eye contact with the camera before letting a smirk cross his lips. Shaking his head, he climbs into the cage and immediately points at the camera before pounding his fist against his chest. He moves to the center of the ring, and holds the title belt high in the air. 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.

 

Terra Skye: He looks like he means business tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: Didn't you hear him earlier?

 

Ray Payne: Whut did he says yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: UGH. Nothing. Nothing you idiot.

 

The lights return to normal levels as Jackson and Ana make eye contact for the first time. Kyra steps in between them, and Jackson casually hands the Carnage Championship belt over to her. Kyra holds the belt in her hands, and raises it in the air, showing it to both competitors before stepping out of the cage, and closing the door behind her.

 

Kyra carries the Carnage Wrestling Championship belt over to the timekeeper's area where it will stay until a winner to this match is declared.

 

DING DING DING!!

 

The Legion cheers as the rematch, or redo of the travesty that was Ana vs. Jackson at Act of Defiance is officially and finally underway. Jackson and Ana meet at the center of the ring where the two of them not only go toe to toe, but face to face. Jackson's head angled down and Ana's angled upwards so that they meet eye to eye, the two competitors exchange words that no one can hear and no camera picks up. The two break this stare down a bit energetically, as there's a shove but it's unsure of exactly who shoved who as they both end up moving to their respective corners. Ana waits a moment before she steps towards the center of the ring again, telegraphing a collar and elbow tie-up. A rookie mistake, but Jackson decides to go with it because he's got the clear height, weight, size, and strength advantage and will easily overpower Ana regardless of whatever trick she has up her sleeve. Jackson comes in to meet her at the collar and elbow tie-up, but no! Ana ducks underneath Jackson's arms at the last moment! Jackson spins around on the balls of his feet to re-square up with Ana. Ana digs her toes into the canvas and in one fluent motion, she sends her right foot backward and absolutely drills Jackson up underneath the face with a superkick!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

 

Ray Payne: Whut da?

 

Terra Skye: An 'Eat This' Superkick this early in the match?!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll give Jesus girl her due... that was pretty fucking spectacular

 

The Legion roars as Jackson is sent stumbling backwards; backpedaling with all he has simply to remain upright as his back bounds against the ropes on the east side of the ring! The cheers are tremendous as Ana quickly turns towards the west side ropes and begins to scurry right up them as if she's fleeing for her life – the crowd fully behind her as they scream for her to get up as fast as she can! She gets both feet on the top rope, and both her hands on the truss that makes up the top edge of the cage! And just as she is about to bound herself up onto the strength of her hands alone, Jackson comes charging over and manages to grab Ana by the ankle at the very last moment! Ana goes to jump but finds no air at all; Jackson has a firm grip of the ankle and he's not letting her go. Quite frankly, Jackson looks pissed – but it only gets worse when Ana uses her grip on the trussing to her advantage, and swings her free leg out to smash the sole of her wrestling boot into the right side of Jackson's head! Jackson releases the grip on the ankle, and once again Ana's wrestling boots touch the top rope. It takes Ana a few moments to regain her balance on the top rope, but it's a moment too long as Jackson comes sweeping through with a hard clothesline that absolutely takes Ana out right at the back of her knees! Ana's grip on the trussing lets go and she goes backflipping down, the back of her head hitting the top rope on a nasty tumble that takes her and makes her a crumpled mess at Champion Jackson's feet.

 

Johnny Vegas: And boom, her momentum is gone.

 

Ray Payne: You is not kiddin yo.

 

Ohhhhhh!!!

 

With great concern for Ana, it's good to see that she's moving as she crawls into the north-western corner of the ring; but Jackson's right there and with a grip on the top rope he begins stomping Ana's midsection with no end in sight. After about eight stomps the crowd begins booing louder and at the fifteenth stomp, Jackson only stops because he's lost the will to care to continue. Jackson isn't going to end Ana's suffering with her huddled in the corner of the ring. He quickly pulls her to her feet by a strong grip on her hair so that she walks out to the center of the ring. After spinning her around by her shoulders, the much stronger Jackson locks her into the Windmill Suplex position. He pops his hips and in no time at all, he's driven Ana's head and shoulders down into the mat. The Legion 'Ooohs' with the impact as Ana is just completely folded up. But Jackson isn't done, he pulls Ana right back to her feet with the exact same grip and repeats the windmill suplex a second time. Once again, Ana lands real hard, real high and tight and it doesn't look good. Jackson keeps the grip tight and hoists Ana back up to her feet for a third time. Jackson is just about to pop his hips when Ana throws the point of her right elbow backwards and absolutely catches the champ by surprise with a clean shot to the nose.

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe she did that!

 

Johnny Vegas: I thought Jesus girl was going to suffer the same fate as Jesus boy... but she's still kickin.

 

Ray Payne: It's not nices tah calls dem jesus people yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm Johnny motherfucking Vegas and I'll do what in the fuck I want.

 

Terra Skye: Ohhh... This TV deal is going to be fun... I can see that now.

 

The fact that there's no referee to stop this match from going full force is apparent when Jackson pulls away and there's an immediate flow of blood from the the nose that's now possibly been broken. Ana turns and aims a well placed dropkick that is only partially blocked by Jackson's arms but it does manage to have him staggering backwards towards the ropes on the northern side. Ana is quick back to her feet; but the pain she's already experienced even in the early parts of this match up is apparent as she staggers towards her opponent who is hanging on to the top rope. Ana lunges forward and catches Jackson in the jaw with a forearm shiv that does little more than to anger him. Jackson retaliates with a strong grip on the back of Ana's head as he pulls her in to bury his kneecap into her abdomen. Ana yells out as all of the air escapes her. Jackson pulls her out to the center of the ring where Ana throws a wild right short arm clothesline that Jackson quickly ducks and drills her for the third time yet another high and tight windmill suplex; this time releasing her so that her body crumbles near the bottom rope.

 

Terra Skye: He's absolutely murdering her with those Windmill suplexes. I don't know how she could take another one.

 

Johnny Vegas: She shouldn't have pissed him off.

 

The Philadelphia chapter of the Legion is already on their feet as the violence in this match never seemed to slow down, even from the opening bell. Once more, Jackson uses a grip of the ropes to begin stomping down on Ana, but Ana's smart enough this time to roll away since she's not stuck in the corner. Jackson follows, pursuing the challenger, but everyone can see the deep breaths that he exhales through the nose are both labored and spray drops of blood down onto the mat. Jackson bends down and grabs a handful of Ana's hair to hoist her up, Ana screams out in pain, but Jackson is relentless. He pulls her back to one knee, but that's when Ana grabs Jackson's nose and squeezes it! Jackson screams out and immediately pulls away, breaking his grip. Ana bounds to her feet and sets up for a second superkick! This time, though, she misses her mark as Jackson side steps her – slapping her right foot away at the last possible moment. Jackson grabs Ana by the mouth and applies a mandible claw submission. The energy inside of the Arena is palpable as Ana struggles to break free, even delivering not one, but two toe kicks that hit their mark but do not stop Jackson in the slightest. Jackson plants his feet and hoists Ana up high in the air with that mandible claw grip – a feet both spectacular and painful in and of itself – and slams her down hard near the center of the ring with a vicious mandible claw chokeslam!

 

Ray Payne: Oh my gawds yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I told you, he's a fucking beast. And she SHOULDN'T HAVE PISSED HIM OFF!!!

 

Terra Skye: The way I see it, JD Mohr started all this. The bastard.

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't bring HIS good name into this!

 

For a moment, Jackson stops to catch his breath. He even checks his nose, which is still bleeding. He does not seem happy about that. Jackson eyes Ana as she lays on the ground and then pitches his gaze towards the cage door. With an emphatic motion to Kyra Johnson, Jackson calls for her to open the door to which KJ does immediately. Jackson eyes Referee Johnson from the inside of the cage as he methodically steps towards the door. The Carnage Legion is reacting to Ana as she rolls herself over onto her stomach and tries her hardest to fight through the pain. Ana needs to get to a vertical base quickly, but right now Jackson is at the south-west corner of the ring, just a set of ropes between himself and the open door. Jackson eyes KJ cautiously, who has taken a full step back away from the door, before sticking his left foot over the middle rope.

 

Terra Skye: His distrust for Kyra is obvious...

 

Johnny Vegas: Even though they seemed buddy buddy on Twitter... but then again, his blog was a totally different story.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Kyra dids nothings wrongs yo. She gaved him back his belts.

 

Jackson straddles the middle rope as his hands reach for the metal door frame of the cage when suddenly, Ana surprises him by kicking the middle rope upward for a low blow shot! The Carnage Legion actually cheers this maneuver as Jackson is it's least favorite fan – Ana pulls Jackson back through the gap between the ropes and guides him by his head away from that corner of the ring. Ana then takes advantage of the situation by wrapping Jackson's head up tight and delivering a spike DDT where she stands! Kyra Johnson determines that the action is far enough away from the cage door that she can reseal the cage without showing any favoritism.

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe that skank did that to Jackson!

 

Terra Skye: Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to keep yourself in the match.

 

Johnny Vegas: But THAT?!?!

 

The crowd is firmly behind Ana now as the DDT has taken it out of her, but perhaps a little bit more out of Jackson. She rolls over to a seated position and we see that Jackson is face down in what is now a growing pool of his own blood. Ana realizes that her arm is covered with it and wipes Jackson's blood off on her shirt. Ana's limbs shake as she pulls herself back to her feet.

 

“A-na! A-na! A-na! A-na!”

 

She seems to be feeding off of the crowd, but there are a few that start cheering Jackson as well.

 

“Let's go Jackson, Let's go!”

 

Ana makes it back to a vertical base, and for a moment, she looks around at the 2300 Arena.

 

Terra Skye: Don't take too much time here!

 

Johnny Vegas: All of these damned people should be cheering for Jackson! He was screwed!

 

Ray Payne: So wuz Miss Ana yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Bullshit! She was in on it!

 

Terra Skye: BULL.

 

Ana can waste no time here as she immediately heads towards the north side cage wall and places her two hands into the chain link. She pulls herself up the ropes, middle, and then top, as Jackson pushes himself back up to one knee. Instead of reaching for the trussing above her head, Ana carefully turns around on the top rope. She begins bouncing on it to gather as much of the spring energy as she can. The Carnage Legion cheers for her as Jackson fakes not being able to see what Ana is up to. Jackson carefully pushes himself up to a vertical base, which is the exact moment that Ana comes leaping off of the top rope towards Jackson. Jackson catches her in a spinning motion, turning the entire way down as he absolutely flattens her with a super powerslam! The male voices in the audience cheer out while the women gasp! Ana hits the ring so hard that the entire cage shakes from the impact!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY FUCK!

 

Johnny Vegas: Now THAT was beautiful!

 

“C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!”

 

Ana rolls around in pain, but that doesn't stop Jackson from dropping a knee right across her forehead for good measure. Ana sits up and she cries out but she knows better than anyone how ruthless the Dark Horse can be – especially in situations like this. Carnage Wrestling President and current Referee Kyra Johnson watches on from ringside as Jackson hoists Ana up from the ground like a rag doll and places her stomach first on his shoulder as if she were nothing. Jackson is in a different, darker state now as he runs towards the east cage wall and simply allows Ana's face to be the only thing that stops their collective momentum. Ana gets her hands up to try to block it but there's really no blocking this. The Legion and Kyra cringe from the violence as Jackson holds her suspended with her face against the cage and just runs her along the chain link fencing like a cheese grater; but even he's not done yet. Jackson turns and begins to run towards the west side of the cage itself. Gathering up as much momentum as he can with Ana still on his shoulder and a lot more vulnerable. Jackson does the exact same thing, drives Ana head first into the grating steel cage with a sickening rattling sound as the entire cage shakes again! Ana's arms hang limp as Jackson turns a quarter step and just drills her down to the mat with a traditional power slam. Some of those cheers grow louder, but there are more boos now for Jackson then there were before simply because the ruthlessness he's willing to dish out is just too much to bear for some.

 

Johnny Vegas: CHEER THIS MAN!!! He's a fucking genius!!!

 

Terra Skye: I can't really say anything, because we all know how ruthless he can be.

 

Ray Payne: Dayum yo... All of dis becuz of a crooked referee yo.

 

Jackson orders Referee Kyra Johnson to open the cage door as he bounds up off of his right knee and walks towards it nonchalantly. Jackson checks his busted nose once more and he's still not too thrilled with the prospect of it; but at least he's going to keep his championship for another good while. Kyra opens the door well in advance of Jackson's approach, but suddenly there's a commotion inside the crowd. It seems as if JD Mohr, Bullrush himself, is approaching the ringside area through the crowd!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll be damned!!!

 

Terra Skye: What in the hell is he doing?!?!!?

 

Ray Payne: Nots agains yo... Oh Jeezies.

 

Jackson's eyes widen and he immediately shoots his gaze from Mohr, to KJ, and back to Mohr again as JD Mohr walks through the crowd holding a ticket high above his head. It's very clearly a VIP front row seat ticket – not a fake. Kyra Johnson glances over at him momentarily before turning her back to him. Mohr walks right up and sits down at ring-center on the hard camera side (at the south side) of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Jackson is not happy, not one bit.

 

Ray Payne: I cannots blames him yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Mister Mohr is a PAYING customer. Just like everyone else. Shove it ya'll.

 

Terra Skye: You are so quick to turn your allegiance aren't you?

 

JD Mohr sits down but he seems desperate to call Kyra Johnson over to him. She doesn't respond.

 

Terra Skye: She's ignoring him! Good for you KJ!

 

Johnny Vegas: See? I told you that you should've just abandoned that crazy bitch! She's no good for you man!

 

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Jackson resumes walking towards the opened cage door, but the distraction was enough for Ana to slip up behind him and roll him up with a school girl! The cage match means there's no pins, which is why Ana seems to have not leveraged herself above Jackson at all. Instead she lets him roll free to the center of the ring as she now fights him in a race to be the first back to her feet. Jackson gets up to his knees but Ana's at a full vertical base. Jackson looks up right in time to see the first of several shin kicks catch him in the chest. Each time Ana roars out with a guttural yell that has the Carnage Legion counting behind her as she tries to cave in Jackson's chest! Finally she pulls her right leg all the way back, and with the approval of the crowd, she goes for the buzzsaw kick... Ooooohhh.. but Jackson ducks it! Jackson shoves Ana off! Ana hits the south side ropes and bounds back towards the champion right as Jackson gets back to his feet. Ana comes in with a low drop kick, taking out Jackson's right knee! Jackson down to one knee now! Ana spins herself back up to her feet and delivers a quick buzzsaw kick right to the back of Jackson's head! Jackson is down!

 

Terra Skye: That distraction just costed Jackson big. He's obviously not going to take too lightly to Mohr making a big scene like he just did.

 

Ray Payne: Obviouslys dere wuz a reasons fur it yo.

 

The Carnage Legion, now including J.D. Mohr, are cheering at ringside, as Ana slowly crawls on all fours towards the cage door. Kyra Johnson opens the door once more as a competitor makes a legitimate attempt to escape the cage; but Ana is moving at a pace that has the crowd begging for her to pick up. Jackson shakes out the cobwebs and rolls himself over onto his stomach, just in time to reach forward and pick Ana by the ankle. Jackson uses his strength and size advantage to simply pull Ana so hard by her ankle that she slides backwards towards the center of the ring and back at Jackson. Kyra has no choice but to shut the door once more.

 

Johnny Vegas: I tell you what... no matter what, that skanky little wench has a lot of heart.

 

Terra Skye: I think that's the sweetest thing you said all night.

 

J.D. Mohr once again tries to get Kyra's attention at ringside. He's standing up once again, which is causing a bit of a commotion as the crowd behind him cannot see the action through the large muscular man that he is. Mohr is yelling at Kyra to open the cage door, which finally does get Kyra's attention enough that she turns around to accost him. Meanwhile, Ana bicycle kicks with her free leg to try to break from Jackson's hold, and manages to get a good shot in on Jackson's grip! The Legion roars as Ana goes scrambling towards the cage door as fast as she can, catching Kyra Johnson off guard! Kyra quickly turns to the cage door to open it for Ana but Jackson recovers in time to capture Ana by the foot once more. Luckily, for KJ, Ana did not in fact have any real chance of escape during the slight distraction. Mohr starts yelling something at the Carnage president to which he receives a strong middle finger from the President with her back firmly turned away from him!

 

Terra Skye: And there's a statement! A big old F U to her fiance!

 

Johnny Vegas: Now that's just wrong.

 

“Ooooohhh!!”

 

Jackson's got Ana by the ankle, and instead of letting her kick him, he takes it to a vertical base, forcing Ana back up to the same. Ana starts bouncing on her free leg, trying to get her balance, but the moment doesn't last long as Jackson waves goodbye to Ana and spins her around so that her back is facing him. Jackson immediately takes a rear waist-lock, and in one of the scariest things the Legion has ever seen, Jackson performs an overhead release german suplex that not only sends Ana into the side of the cage! But she folds up and falls down between the cage and the ropes with her legs folded completely against her upper body! Her arms and back grate down along the chain link side of the cage until she finally hits the bottom of the mat and falls over to where the fold is finally released. Referee Kyra Johnson does her job by immediately going to the point in the cage where Ana is laying to check up on her, but Ana is in a bad way right now. Jackson stands up in the center of the ring and is showered with well deserved boos.

 

Ray Payne: She might be seriously hurts yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well deserved injury might I add.

 

Terra Skye: Oh get over yourself, Johnny.

 

Jackson calls for the end, which should be him just turning and walking out of the cage; but there's more to this than that right now as Jackson eyes up both Kyra Johnson and J.D. Mohr respectively before grabbing Ana by her blonde hair and dragging her limp body out towards the center of the ring. Jackson even points to J.D. And Kyra and wastes no time at all pulling Ana back up to her feet. Jackson holds Ana upright by her hair for a few moments just to look her in her eyes before he sets her up for his finishing maneuver. Jackson spins her around and locks her arms in a double underhook behind her, before twisting his body and hers together. With Ana locked completely in, he drops her dead center in the ring with one of the most vicious looking Killswitches that we have ever seen!

 

Terra Skye: That was a sickening 'Something Wicked' From Jackson.

 

Johnny Vegas: Looked absolutely beautiful to me.

 

Ray Payne: Sheeeezus yo.

 

Ana is out cold right now, and all Jackson can do is sit up and check his bloody nose once more. He's delighted to find that most of the worst blood loss has stopped completely. He points to KJ and to Bullrush and then back down to Ana as if to say that what happened here tonight was their fault. Jackson slowly rocks himself up and to a kneeling position. From there, he pushes himself up to a vertical base.

 

Terra Skye: I cannot believe he blame Kyra for what JD did... She did what was right and gave him his championship back, and voided Ana's reign!

 

Johnny Vegas: To a man like Jackson, she should have did that the night after it happened, not a month later.

 

Ray Payne: It wuz a tough decision yo. I'm sure it was hard fur Miss Kyra to know dat she wuz more den likely gunna lose da man she loves if she dids dat yo. Buts he didz it anyways.

 

Jackson begins to walk towards the door of the cage, and Bullrush stands up. Kyra Johnson is caught between them. She's got one eye on Jackson, as he stands in the cage. One eye on Bullrush as he looks like he could hop the barricade at any moment. Jackson eyes Bullrush as the two legends share this moment of mistrust for each other. Jackson then signals to Kyra to open up the cage door and she does. The moment that she turns her back, Bullrush shoots up, throwing one leg over the barricade starting to make his way to the ringside area! Johnson immediately runs over to stop Bullrush from climbing over any further, but JD Mohr shoves her down!

 

Terra Skye: You son of a bitch!

 

Ray Payne: I'm gunna go--

 

Ray Payne starts to stand up, but Terra pulls him back down.

 

Terra Skye: No, Ray..

 

The Legion boos out loudly as Mohr hops the barricade and makes his way over to the cage door, but as he does that while completely ignoring Johnson's wishes, he looks up only to have the cage door slammed in his face! From the inside! Jackson reached through the opening of the doorway and grabbed the door and pulled it closed himself! Bullrush tries to pull the door back open again but Jackson is holding the door shut with a huge grin on his face! Jackson mouths the words 'I knew you couldn't be trusted' through to Mohr as JD can only grit his teeth in response. From out of no where, Kyra Johnson comes flying in and shoves JD Mohr away from the cage door! The Carnage Legion roars in approval!! Bullrush stumbles backwards off of the steps and falls backwards, landing squarely on his ass!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAT THE?!

 

Terra Skye: Told you Ray.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Kyra can care fur herselfs yo... but I jus can't helps but wanna protects her yo.

 

With Bullrush down in a seated position, Kyra huffs hard as she grabs the cage door and once again opens it for Jackson, stepping aside so that he can make his way through. Jackson and Kyra share a moment of intense staring at the other.. Jackson not wanting to step through the threshold of the cage with Kyra's hand still on the door. Kyra takes a couple careful steps back and allows whatever to happen, happen. Jackson steps through the ropes but is stopped, when Ana grabs him by the back of his pants out of no where!

 

Johnny Vegas: And again! That fucking bitch!!! GAH!

 

Terra Skye: You can't even keep track of what the fuck you're rooting for anymore, can you?

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm trying, but it's hard.

 

Ray Payne: Den jus shuts up and watch da match yo.

 

Jackson, startled, stumbles backward. Backpedaling three large steps before regaining his balance. This gives Ana the chance to springboard off of the south side middle rope and connect with a nice springboard thrust kick right to the jaw! This drops Jackson right back onto his back and that's got the crowd and Ana both fired up! Ana takes a stance in the south-east corner of the ring. She looks up once at Kyra Johnson before planting her right foot down on the canvas. She smiles as she waits for Jackson to stand up so that she can make her mark. Jackson a little slow to his feet, has the misfortunes of facing the wrong corner as he reaches a vertical base. He turns around and has no idea what's coming for him as Ana shuffle steps her way forward. Her leg reaches up and connects with a second superkick!! Jackson's head and neck snap backwards!!

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe this!

 

Johnny Vegas: Me either, a second Eat this Superkick!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Ana shouldn't even be movings right nows yo.

 

Jackson stumbles backwards, backpedaling as hard as he can, just allowing himself to bound off of the east ropes so that he can stumble back towards Ana once more. Ana takes the opportunity and plants her leg into position once more! Jackson stumbles forward.. A THIRD SUPERKICK!! NO!!! Jackson is able to duck it at the very last second!! Ana turns to square up with Jackson!! Jackson scoops her up!! MICHINOKU DRIVER!!!! Jackson just pulled out a Michinoku driver out of no where!!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT THERAPY out of NO WHERE!!!!!!

 

Ray Payne: WHOAZIES!

 

Both competitors are down! Bullrush, back up to his feet, starts to move towards the cage door – but Kyra Johnson blocks him! It doesn't take long for the two to begin exchanging heated words and for a moment is appears as if things will get physical! Jackson is up first, but only up on one arm.. and just enough to shake his head from side to side. Ana still hasn't moved yet, something that Jackson realizes when he peers over his shoulder. Jackson slowly begins crawling towards the cage door.. which gets the crowd in a frenzy. He looks up to see Kyra Johnson and Bullrush arguing right at the door. Kyra has her back turned.

 

Terra Skye: KYRAAA!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: CRAZY BITCH!! OPEN THE DOOR!!!!

 

Meanwhile, Ana does begin to stir. She slowly crawls towards the south side ropes, almost completely undetectable in the crawl that she's forced to utilize. Ana grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself up – first to the middle rope, and then to the top. She grabs the chain link with her fingertips and starts to will herself even higher! The Carnage Legion is starting to cheer and really get behind this as Jackson seems at an impasse. Jackson calls out for Kyra to open the cage door, but as Kyra turns around, Bullrush pulls her right back so that she faces him! All this does is buy time for Ana to reach up and grab the trussing!

 

Terra Skye: FUCK YOU BULLRUSH! I'm going to go open that fucking door myself

 

Ray Payne: Miss Terra I doesnt wants you to gets hurt yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'll knock that fucking JD Mohr right on his god damned ass if he gets in my fucking way!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHOA!

 

The energy inside of the 2300 Arena can be cut with a knife right now as Ana straddles the top of the cage! Jackson slides himself towards the bottom of the cage door and pushes against it with all of the strength he has left – but its still locked shut! Ana throws her left leg over the side of the cage now and she's twenty-five feet away from becoming the brand new Carnage Champion! Kyra and Bullrush are going to screw Jackson over once again!!

 

Johnny Vegas: COME ON!! TURN AROUND!!!

 

Terra Skye: FUCK!!

 

Jackson calls out once more for the door to be opened!! The Carnage Legion is jumping on their feet!! Kyra tries to turn around once more, but once again JD Mohr grabs her! Kyra yells out as she turns with a balled fist and punches Mohr right in the mouth!!! Ana begins to climb down the side of the cage!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my GOD, she punched JD!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: SHE'S--

 

Ray Payne: MISS KYRAAA!!!

 

Jackson SCREAMS at Kyra to open the cage door!! Kyra turns quickly and slides open the bolt that holds the cage door shut, and as soon as she does she ducks out of the way!! Ana now only fifteen feet above her destiny on the concrete floor!!! Ana looks down!!! Jackson looks up!!!! Ana decides to let her hands go at the exact moment that Jackson throws the cage door open!!!!

 

ANA DROPS DOWN!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!!

 

CROTCHING THE CAGE DOOR!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!

 

JACKSON SCURRIES BENEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE AND SLIDES OUT TO THE FLOOR BEFORE ANA CAN FALL THE REST OF THE WAY!!!

 

JACKSON'S FEET TOUCH FIRST!!!

 

Referee Kyra Johnson calls for the bell!!!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Terra Skye: Jackson Won!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh my fucking god, I think I'm going to have a coronary.

 

Ray Payne: I thinks I already dids yo.

 

Kyra walks over and grabs the Carnage Championship from the timekeeper's table and brings it to Jackson.

 

William Hickerson: And your Winner... and STILL CARNAGE CHAMPION... JACKSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Jackson grabs the title belt from Kyra and the two stare each other down for a few seconds before she moves out of his way, and he walks away from the cage, touching his nose gingerly as he walks up the entrance ramp, ignoring the boos of the crowd as he heads to the backstage area.

 

 

Ringside - Adding Fuel to the Fire

 

Kyra Johnson & JD Mohr

 

After Jackson is gone, Kyra is getting ready to head backstage herself, looking pretty defeated and upset. She moves past the commentary table, when JD Mohr moves in behind her with a microphone in his hand, and grabs her by the arm. She jerks around, the expression on her face changing instantly to one of anger as her fiance puts the microphone up to his mouth.

 

JD Mohr: What in the fuck is wrong with you?

 

She doesn't answer him, she just tries to turn away, but he won't let her go. She starts tearing up as she obviously looks like she just wants to go backstage and get away from Mohr. But his firm grip on her arm is keeping her from doing so.

 

JD Mohr: Kyra... WHAT the fuck is--

 

This time, her temper takes over as she whips around and stands toe to toe with him, her face red with anger and tears flowing from her eyes.

 

Kyra Johnson: HOW DARE YOU ASK ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

 

The crowd cheers as Kyra stands up for herself in this moment. JD rubs his jaw where she previously struck him as his demeanor stiffens at her question.

 

JD Mohr: There ain't a damn thing wrong with me, honey. The only thing wrong here is you giving that belt back to HIM!

 

His grip tightens on her arm, and she winces in pain.

 

Kyra Johnson: You're hurting me....

 

Her voice is a bit softer now as she looks him in his eyes. As he looks at her, he can see the faint outline of a black eye, and then he notices the bandage on her right arm, right where he's holding her at. Suddenly his expression changes, and he looks more concerned than angry.

 

JD Mohr: Kyra...

 

His grip softens on her arm, and she rips it away. But instead of walking away like she originally wanted, she grabs the microphone from him and puts it up to her mouth.

 

Kyra Johnson: Don't you fucking 'Kyra' me, JD. You want to know what in the fuck is going on with me? You didn't fucking care before, so I'm not sure why you fucking care now! But if you want to know, then I'll fucking tell you.

 

She turns away from him, tears flowing freely from her eyes as she looks out on the capacity crowd, who are glued to their seats, hanging on her every word.

 

Kyra Johnson: After you left... AGAIN... you want to know what I did? I couldn't sit around our home, and think about how fucking lonely I was... I just wanted to feel something other than sadness. So I went out and found that feeling... you know, the black eyes, the nearly broken nose I was sporting? I let people do that to me! I let them kick my ass so that the physical pain would overtake the emotional pain!

 

The crowd is hushed as she continues.

 

Kyra Johnson: And this bandage on my arm? A crazy bitch stabbed me! She nearly severed the artery in my arm... I almost fucking died JD! I almost DIED. And then... to top it all off...

 

She stops, hesitating as she looks up into his eyes.

 

Kyra Johnson: I'm pregnant.

 

Her voice comes out much softer than it was previously, and the look on JD's face, and everyone in the crowd was a look of utter shock.

 

Terra Skye: What did she say?

 

Ray Payne: Oh...

 

She wipes her face off as she see's the shock in JD's eyes.

 

Kyra Johnson: I'm pregnant JD. This isn't just about you and I anymore... I just wished you actually cared enough to...

 

Her voice fades out and she drops the microphone as she starts crying harder. She looks at him for a few more seconds before turning and walking away from him. She exits through the curtain as he stumbles backwards against the ring, and falls to the ground... obviously still trying to comprehend what Kyra just told him.

 

Terra Skye: Oh.. my...

 

Johnny Vegas: God...

 

Ray Payne: Miss Kyra is..

 

Terra Skye: She's pregnant.

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow... I can't even...

 

Terra Skye: I don't even.. Uh. Well, I guess.. We're out of time.

 

Ray Payne: Whut's gunna happen at Chaos sixteens now, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy shit.. I don't even know...

 

 

 

 

 

 

CW - ISOLATION 2016 CREDITS
General Posting/Editing- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Isolation Opening- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Match 1 - Zane Levins Vs. Sabiru Vs. Marisol Hawkes- Perry, Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage: Intentions Declared - Gary Altus

Match 2 - John Ojeda Vs. Gary Altus - John Ojeda

Ringside: Making A Mess - Gary Altus & John Ojeda

Match 3 - Melody Lennox Vs. Nick Perry - Gary Altus, Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage: Vivian's #ManCrush #CarnageChampionEdition - Vivian Lee & Jackson

Intermission - CW Admin

Backstage: Sending a Message - Gary Altus & John Ojeda

Match 4 - SynnStarr Saint Vs. Vivian Lee - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage: I want to go... - Sam Amos & Vivian Lee

Match 5 - UV Title Match - Matt Stone Vs. Dazi Miyashita - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Backstage: I told you So! - Matt Stone & Kyra Johnson

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

Ringside: Adding Fuel to the Fire - Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

 

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