Thirty Minutes Before the Show...

 

Kyra Mohr & William Hickerson

 

Kyra Mohr and William Hickerson stand idly by in the private parking lot behind the Carnage Arena as a stretch limousine pulls to a halt. Hickerson opens the back door of the limo and is the first to greet the occupant. The cameraman present takes a step back to show a shoe that has touched down on Baltimore pavement. Another step, panning back even further, and the figure inside of the limousine steps out to reveal that it's none other than Outsider Wrestling Federation President Chase Johnson.

 

OWF President
Chase Johnson

 

William Hickerson: So glad to have you here, Mister Johnson.

 

Chase Johnson: Good to be here. Mister Hickerson. Misses Johnson..

 

Chase lowers his sunglasses to flash a grin in Kyra's direction.

 

Chase Johnson: My apologies, Misses Mohr.

 

Kyra chuckles.

 

William Hickerson: Shall I get your bags Mister Johnson?

 

Chase Johnson: No thank you. No bags to get.

 

Hickerson closes the limo door behind Chase and the three administrators walk toward the back entrance of the Newly Renovated Carnage Arena.

 

Kyra Mohr: I'm honored that you flew all the way from Anchorage to be in attendance for the show tonight, Mister Johnson.

 

Chase Johnson: Please, just call me Chase.

 

Kyra Mohr: Absolutely.

 

Chase Johnson: And the honor is all mine. Like I've said from the beginning, this isn't just about me. The OWF's group of investors sees big things in Carnage Wrestling. They were more than pleased to hear that progress on the Network Deal went so smoothly.

 

William Hickerson: I bet you're here to check out the place. Make sure the “investment” went to the right place.

 

Chase Johnson: I wouldn't quite put it that way. But I am here to directly oversee the new crews. I want to help facilitate a quick learning curve on the production end of things. Tonight is a big night for the OWF Network, one we cannot afford to have technical difficulties on.

 

The three administrators reach the double doors. Hickerson opens the right side door and holds it for Kyra and Chase. Ever the gentleman, Chase offers Kyra Mohr to pass through first.

 

Kyra Mohr: As you'll no doubt see for yourself, most of the investment went to the “Arena” itself. But there are significant amendments for backstage talent.

 

Chase Johnson: Shall we see the arena first, then? I would like to see where we'll be seated for the show.

 

William Hickerson: Oh no no no, Mister Johnson! You'll be put up in the V.I.P. Suite backstage. You're way too important to put out in harms way.

 

Chase Johnson: I see.

 

William Hickerson: No offense, Mister Johnson. But there are a few members of the Carnage Roster that haven't proven that they can be so easily controlled.

 

Chase Johnson: Altus, and.. Ojeda.

 

Kyra Mohr: I'm impressed, Chase.

 

Chase Johnson: I do my homework. Speaking of uncontrollable: Has Glitterati arrived yet this evening?

 

William Hickerson: Why?

 

Chase Johnson: Nevermind. I have a feeling that you may find out for yourselves tonight.

 

The three administrators walk further into the depths of the backstage area.

 

Kyra Mohr: Now over here, you'll see the brand new locker room area-

 

 

 

 

Mayday! Mayday!
The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling
They're all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors

 

Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay)
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away)
Save me if I become
My demons

 

I cannot stop this sickness taking over
It takes control and drags me into nowhere
I need your help, I can't fight this forever
I know you're watching,
I can feel you out there

 

Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay)
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away)
Save me if I become
My demons

 

Take me over the walls below
Fly forever
Don't let me go
I need a savior to heal my pain
When I become my worst enemy
The enemy

 

Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay)
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away)
Save me if I become
My demons

 

 

 


One Year Anniversary Show
May 15th, 2016
The Carnage Arena - Beautiful Baltimore, Maryland
Tonight's Attendance: 1,600 (New CW Attendance Record!)

 

Exclusively on the

 

 

Loud cheers from the Carnage Legion fill the SOLD OUT Carnage Arena in Baltimore Maryland as Carnage Wrestling takes to the airwaves for the very first time on the OWF Network! The trained cameramen of the Network pan around the crowd that has worked itself up into a frenzy in anticipation for this very night! "My Demons" by Starset continues to play over the new, louder, and clearer Carnage Arena PA System. The size of the renovations on the Arena are apparent in the first few seconds: there's wall to wall seating, real bleachers on three sides behind the floor seats, and a second deck area with seating above that! Pyrotechnic blasts shoot off at the top of the brand new entrance ramp and light up the backstage curtain and the much larger Carnagetron Screen! The energy level is absolutely remarkable to start off the show. With that, the camera feed immediately switches to a cameraman shooting in front of the commentary team.

 

Ray Payne, Terra Skye, and Johnny Vegas - sitting at the Commentary Table in that order - are all dressed to the 9s in their Sunday best. There's a tear in Ray Payne's eye as he looks around at the Carnage Arena, and the Legion surrounding him. Johnny Vegas has a huge grin on his face as he peers into the camera. Terra Skye has control of the backstage headset; she holds her hands in her lap rigidly and appears to be both nervous and excited for the show. A "Johnny Vegas" chant begins in the crowd, which boosts Johnny's ego even further. He waves to the crowd to acknowledge them. Soon, a "Payne" chant takes over and Ray now has to dab the tears away from his face, acknowledging how moved he is. Finally, the Legion finishes with a "Skye" chant, making Terra turn and wave to them, which draws even more cheers.

 

There's not a soul that isn't standing in front of their seat. The concessions are all empty, even the vendors want to be among the crowd to witness a part of Wrestling History. The Cameraman in front of the Greatest Announce Team in Professional Wrestling gives them a long awaited cue...

 

Welcome back home, to UNDERGROUND!!!!!

 

 

Underground: Survival Ringside Staff

 

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

 

Senior Referee Referees
White Rey Ref Jeff Silent Cal Ed Hawkersby

 

 

 

Terra Skye: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME HOME TO UNDERGROUND!!!! I am your host, Terra Skye! I am seated alongside the greatest commentary team in the history of professional wrestling, sorry Nick and Bobby – I'm talking about the incomparable “Hardcore Gambler” Johnny Vegas and Professional Boxing Sensation Ray Payne!

 

Johnny Vegas: Hello.

 

Ray Payne: It'z an honor, Mizz Terra!

 

Terra Skye: ...and if you're an OWF Fan viewing us for the first time, don't adjust your television sets. You are at the right place, as this is Carnage Wrestling's first televised show; all thanks to Mister Chase Johnson and the Investors over at the Outsider Wrestling Federation! All of us here at Carnage Wrestling are proud to bring our product to you, LIVE! Starting tonight, with Underground, our one year anniversary show, and moving forward with bi-weekly episodes of Chaos Live!

 

Johnny Vegas: What some of the newbs tuning in tonight might not realize is that, this is Carnage Wrestling's first anniversary show, and that's a really big deal. We've had two 'Underground' shows prior to tonight: one in 2010 and one in 2015, both at our opening and re-opening, respectively.

 

Ray Payne: Callin' dis show Survival yo, a year afta Reborn, and it makes senze. A lotta hard work 'n determinations went inta makin' dis show possible. Dat starts from da bottom up, yo. From da guy sweepin' the floors; Mista AGOS, all da way up to Mizz Kyra Mohr. Tank you, yos. Tanks from da bottom of my heart...

 

Terra Skye: Aww, Ray! Don't cry!

 

Johnny Vegas: It's alright, Skye. Let him be a big baby if he wants.

 

Terra Skye: Hey!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm gonna be honest right now, like I always am, and say this: I respect that man sitting on the other side of you, for his tears of joy. Just like I respect the one thousand, six-hundred members of the Carnage Legion strong that have packed this brand new renovated Carnage Arena right to maximum capacity and then some! I wouldn't be surprised if a C-Dub chant got the building to fall apart here tonight – and with the matches we have on the card, we may all die in a structural collapse!

 

Terra Skye: Don't be ridiculous, Johnny. Every red cent of the Outsider Wrestling Federation's investment in us went straight into the Carnage Arena. From the outside, you can't tell anything's different...

 

Ray Payne: But from da inside, yo... it'z a brand new buildin!

 

Terra Skye: Exactly. There's going to be nothing to worry about – this building has been built strong enough to contain the energy that we're going to see from the Legion tonight, though perhaps just barely so. The roof has been reinforced and raised, which is great because the Legion just might blow it off tonight with their cheers!

 

Ray Payne: We'z got a great show planned fer dem, from top ta bottom, yo. We'z gonna have four title matches here tonights with two new championshipz beins on da lines. We'z also got a big tree way for da UltraViolent Championshipz wif Mista Stone, Mista Sabiru 'n Mizz Dazi; 'n we also got big Mista Jackson puttin' da big belt on da line against Mizz Melly - this is gunna be huge, yo! History weel be made both der, and in da brand new Hall of Legends exhibit dats inside dis buildin, yo! We even get to see Johnny's new favorite wressler, da Soundtown Kid in actions tonight! How 'bout dat!!

 

Johnny Vegas: UGH!

 

Terra Skye: It's Sandtown Kid, Ray, and yes! You're right! Two brand new championships and a brand new member of the Hall of Legends in Sinc Mercier! It's a great way to bring the past and the present together, something that was a theme of Underground: Reborn and continues tonight! ..and our opening bout will start with the potential future of Carnage Wrestling: Lucas Silva taking on Magdalena instead of Kaitlyn Bligh.

 

Johnny Vegas: Lucas Silva is not my favorite! I've made that perfectly clear!

 

Terra Skye: What are your thoughts on the match?

 

Johnny Vegas: My thoughts are that the Sandtown Kid is going to get his ass kicked! I would say later on, but that match is just moments away. I'm glad that we've got someone like Magdalena on board that's ready to expose the kid for what he really is – and that's a forty five year old veteran dressed in an eighteen year olds body!

 

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ, Johnny. I thought he was 33 two weeks ago.

 

Ray Payne: Apparently he haz aged, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: I happen to know that Nathan Cristion's Lady Magdalena feels completely under appreciated, just like me! She'll be hunting for Lucas Silva's head, and she won't make the same mistakes that Marisol Hawkes made in underestimating him.

 

Terra Skye: That's right, it always gets a bit more difficult after the debut because you're a known commodity at that point: everyone's had the chance to witness you in action and now have tape to study.

 

Ray Payne: Mista Kid has gotta step up hiz game if he wantz ta keep his roll goins, yo. He'z gunna have ta keep bringin' out sometin' new ta keep winnins. Dat's all I gotta say about dat.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, it's a good thing that the OWF money is kicking in. None of us have to do ring announcing or time keeping here tonight.

 

Terra Skye: It's a great thing that Boy is back at the Timekeepers table!

 

Johnny Vegas: No, it isn't.

 

Boy: Hamburglar!

 

Johnny Vegas: ...see?

 

Ray Payne: ...and in da first of our big returnz, yo. I'd like ta persunally welcomes back Mista M.C. Wylde to Carnage Wrasslin' ta take back hiz Ring Announcin' duties, yo!

 

Terra Skye: That's Matt Wylde, now. But yes, he's back, apparently, for good!

 

Johnny Vegas: He's the first of a number of returns you'll see tonight on Underground. Let's take it down to Matt Wylde, as he does Ring Announcing for the first time since 2011. CJ's druggy little brother, take it away!

 

Terra Skye: Hey!

 

Matt Wylde steps confidently into the center of the ring, a wide smile upon his face as the Carnage Legion greets him with cheers. He places the microphone up to his mouth, and his voice comes out crisp and clear over the new speaker system.

 

Matt Wylde: Welcome everyone, to UNDERGROUND: SURVIVAL!

 

The crowd erupts once again.

 

Matt Wylde: Tonight marks one year since Carnage Wrestling opened its doors in this very arena, and tonight we celebrate this momentous occasion by hosting this show in the NEWLY renovated Carnage Arena!!! This show also marks the very first nationally televised show for Carnage Wrestling on the OWF Network!!!!

 

Wylde points to the multiple cameras stationed around the arena.

 

Matt Wylde: So do your worst Legion, cheer to your hearts content, Boo until you can't boo anymore! Lets get this show started, what do you say?!

 

Ray Payne: WAHHOOOO YOOO!!!!

 

 

 

Opening Match: "Sandtown Kid" Lucas Silva vs. Magdalena

Matt Wylde: This first match is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under standard match rules!!!

 

Being the first competitor to enter through the brand new curtain, “Stillborn” by Black Label Society blares over the Carnage Arena PA right before 'Magdalena' steps out on stage. The Carnage Legion boos the former member of Bad Intentions as she makes her first appearance in a good while. She's wearing an all-black, skin-tight leather body suit, her long red hair is pulled behind her in a ponytail. She steps two steps out onto the new entrance ramp before she draws a microphone up to her lips. She makes a cutthroat motion to silence her entrance music.

 

Magdalena

 

Magdalena: Cut my music!

 

The Carnage Legion boos loudly.

 

Terra Skye: It sounds like Magdalena has something to say...

 

Johnny Vegas: Shut up and let her speak!

 

She continues to walk down the ramp as she speaks. Her entrance music now cut, she only has the boos of the Legion to contend with. The loud PA system being a huge advantage for her in being able to be heard over the masses.

 

Magdalena: What a difference a year makes, huh?! Don't answer that. One year ago, My man, Nathan Cristion and I, were on this very show. One called Underground: Reborn, for those of you that remember. Except I wasn't Magdalena then. I was the weak, inferior, frail member of Bad Intentions known as Lily Parker. And my tag-team partner, Ana, whom I've proven to be better than – by the way, was carried by me in a victory over the Masked Debaters. But that's not the point of why I brought a microphone out to the ring with me tonight.

 

Parker pulls herself up the ring steps with the aide of the ring post. She steps over the bottom rope and into the ring.

 

Magdalena: No. One year ago, I would like to remind everyone here tonight of something that someone else said. On May 31st of last year, in this very arena that we're standing in today, Kyra Johnson came on the Carnage Wrestling tron screen and had an important message for you fans. I'd like to play that back for you tonight. So please, if you would turn your attention to the screen-

 

The Carnagetron screen lights up with footage taken directly from last year's Underground:

 

 

Kyra Johnson: Wow. I never thought I'd see the day that the dump that is Carnage Wrestling would reopen! It's amazing, really. I wish I were sorry that I wasn't there, but in all seriousness I've got much better things to be doing.

 

The crowd starts booing again, much louder this time!

 

Kyra Johnson: Don't boo me... You people don't know what my life's been like since that piece of shit federation closed nearly 4 years ago. I'm a Baltimore girl, don't get me wrong. And I guess I am proud of the things I accomplished while I was in Carnage Wrestling... Proud of getting into a relationship with an abusive alcoholic piece of shit, losing almost every match I was in... and not to mention getting suspended.. Yup. Those are totally things to be proud of. I was never happier to be away from you people, and that... place. That place is a dead end...

 

Johnny Vegas: Wow. What a Bitch... but she does make a point.

 

Ray Payne: Wow.. Miss Kyra iz not bein nice yo.

 

Kyra Johnson: So how about you pieces of shit leave me alone and never fucking contact me again. If you want to contact somebody, why don't you get a hold of Jake.. get him out of here before I fucking kill him. Anyway. I have a match to prepare for. No time to be screwing around with the scum of Baltimore. Im out.

 

 

The old footage being shown on the Carnagetron screen fades out to a CW logo. We quickly switch over to the ringside camera feed, focused on Magdalena's face as she is seen snickering inside of the ring. The sold-out crowd here in the Carnage Arena is booing Magdalena loudly.

 

Terra Skye: This is a new low for Lily Parker.

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't call her that! It's Magdalena!

 

Ray Payne: Mizz Maggy ain't nice, yo.

 

Magdalena stops laughing long enough to continue her speech.

 

Magdalena: Don't boo me! You know it's true! Kyra Mohr doesn't care about you! So don't let her patronize you by telling you that she cares about this place! The only thing that she cares about is the bottom dollar... and that's why kids like Lucas Silva are given opportunities in the first place! She feels like the hometown hero will draw big bucks to-

 

Suddenly, Magdalena's mic is cut off with Sandtown Kid's music hitting over the Arena PA!

 

Terra Skye: Thank GOD.

 

Johnny Vegas: How rude!

 

The upbeat punk rock lyrics of Baltimore local band All Time Low playing 'Reckless and the Brave' begin hammering out over the PA as the Sandtown Kid explodes through the curtains, pausing for a moment at the top of the ramp and looking out over the newly renovated Carnage Arena for the first time, jam packed with a capacity crowd. Sporting an open Orioles jersey over the top of a Carnage Wrestling shirt, he shakes his head, almost headbanging his mop of unruly hair along with the music for a moment, before beginning the long trek down towards the ring. While the Kid draws close to ringside, the music transitions into the chorus of 'Do It For Baltimore' and the Sandtown Kid grabs hold of the bottom rope, pulling himself up onto the apron and rolling under the ropes before springing back to his feet in the ring. Thrusting a hand up over his head and pointing out over the crowd, he shouts to the audience.

 

Lucas Silva - "The Sandtown Kid"

 

The Sandtown Kid: Hello, Baltimore!

 

The audience cheers. The Kid strides back and forth, pacing the ring while waiting out the cheers. From ringside, Sandtown Kid is thrown a microphone so he can speak to the entire arena.

 

The Sandtown Kid: Welcome you, the Carnage Legion, to Underground.

 

Johnny Vegas: Been there, done that... Get on with it!

 

Cheers again. The Kid pauses for a moment, then speaks over the top of them.

 

The Sandtown Kid: And welcome Carnage Wrestling.. back HOME!

 

Johnny Vegas: Again, been there... done that...

 

The crowd explodes. The Kid laughs, nodding his head, his wild mop of hair moving of it's own accord.

 

The Sandtown Kid: Now that Carnage is back home, we've made some new friends. We're on the OWF Network now, so the whole world has their eyes on Baltimore. Exactly the way it damn well should be!

 

The cheers raise again and the Kid smirks, clapping his hands slowly while still half-way holding the microphone.

 

The Sandtown Kid: So all you new people out their in TV-land, buckle up because you are in for one hell of a ride. This is Underground. This is Survival. And this if freaking Baltimore!

 

The roar of the crowd raises again as Baltimore shows the world what real fans are like. The Kid leans back against the turnbuckle, crossing his ankles and folding his arms casually.

 

The Sandtown Kid: Oh. And one more thing. Welcome to Sandtown.

 

The Sandtown Kid chucks the microphone over his head, sending it bouncing over the floor at ringside as he turns his attention towards Magdelena, stripping out of his Orioles jersey and rolling his shoulders, looking ready for an old fashion brawl.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz kindah rude of Mistah Soundtown tah throw da brand new microphonez around yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Like I said, this kid is nothing but a punk.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny? Please shut up.

 

Matt Wylde: First, on this side of the ring...

 

He points to Magdalena.

 

Matt Wylde: Standing in at five feet, six inches and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds; she is one half of the House of the Holy... MAGDALENAAAA!!!!!

 

Wylde steps forward and points towards Lucas Silva.

 

Matt Wylde: And in this corner, standing in at five foot, eleven inches and weighing one hundred and eighty five pounds, he is Lucas Silva... THE SANDTOWN KIDDD!!!!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Definitely a size discrepancy between Silva and Magdalena.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, that's going to be a theme going through our show tonight, Terra. You should know as well as anyone that size doesn't always matter.

 

Ray Payne: I thought dat wuz you, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Good one Ray! Looks like Wylde is stepping out of the ring, and in steps one of Carnage Wrestling's new referees!

 

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't wanna mess with that guy...

 

Terra Skye: His name is Ed Hawkersby, and he's a Baltimore native. Word has it he's an old friend of our Senior Referee, White Rey.

 

Ray Payne: We haz anothah new referees dat we will meet latah tonite yo. But fur now, it looks like Mistah Hakersbye iz ready tah get dis match undahway...

 

Boy: The burning candles of your soul!!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Mista Silva wuz impressives two weeks ago at da Chaos eighteenz. But Soundtown has gotta be even more impressives tonight if he wants ta stand a chance, yo.

 

Terra Skye: The Sandtown Kid is quickly becoming a local favorite here in Baltimore.

 

Johnny Vegas: I call bullshit on that.

 

Terra Skye: We're being watched from all over the nation, tonight! I hear even in Alaska! That's where the OWF is currently on tour.

 

Ray Payne: Some of dem flew all da way out from Alaska ta be here tonights, yo! Dem OWF guys!

 

Terra Skye: But yes, Ray is right. Sandtown is going to have to step it up against Magdalena. She looks as determined now as ever to score a key victory and get her career back on track.

 

New CW Referee Ed Hawkersby moves from the side of the ring and comes to the middle between Magdalena and Lucas. The two wrestlers keep their distance from one another while the referee explains the rules to the Standard Match for the opening bout of the evening. The Legion is cackling with anticipation and excitement over being back home in the Carnage Arena admit a Pay Per View that could potentially take the company to the next level, especially with the OWF deal taking place on top of it.

 

Stepping back towards the ropes, Ref Hawkersby signals to the Boy to ring the bell, calling the start of the match.

 

DING DING!!!

 

With a scream that cuts through the underlying choruses of side conversations, the fans become quiet as the match is underway. As Magdalena closes the distance with Silva, Lucas pushes against the ropes and dodges to the side. Magdalena comes into a baseball slide that brings her underneath the bottom rope. Catching said rope with a free arm, she clamors across the ringside while springing to the top rope. Silva is caught off guard as he turns around just as Magdalena leaps from the middle rope and takes to the air. Magdalena catches Lucas in the face with a Flying Armbar. Magdalena rolls across the canvas while Silva comes crashing down into the same ropes the woman just used as a springboard.

 

Ray Payne: Talk 'bout beins blindsided, yo. Mizz Maggy openin' up da match early wif her quickness advantage, takin' Soundtown downs.

 

Terra Skye: They wasted no time in giving the Legion high-flying action here tonight for Underground!

 

Ray Payne: It bay-lances out the violences, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: ...what?

 

Magdalena stays on the offensive as she rolls back to her feet and closes the distance with Silva. Lucas starts reaches for the ropes to get back up to his feet as the woman comes to take hold of him by the head and shoulders. Hoisting him back up to his feet, Magdalena pushes him into the ropes and snaps backwards to send Silva flying across the canvas and ring. As Lucas collides with the opposite ropes, he pushes against them and starts backpedaling just as Magdalena is rushing towards him. Spinning around three-hundred and sixty degrees, Lucas connects with a fierce punch that lays Magdalena out against the canvas near one of the corners of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Silva’s developing quite the repertoire in the ring, which is important for a new kid.

 

Johnny Vegas: He’s increasing his skills. We've touched on that like, a million times already.

 

Terra Skye: I know. But it's important for him to keep pushing forward in his development. A lot of kids that get their first win early fall victim to their own success.

 

Ray Payne: But not Soundtown, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: It's not Soundtown, Ray! It's Clowntown! Hahaha!

 

Ray Payne: Dat's not nice, Johnny.

 

Silva springs across the canvas and bounces on the heels of his shoes in the opposite corner of the ring. Meanwhile, Magdalena uses the turnbuckles behind her to right herself back up to her feet. She taunts Silva, motioning for the man to bring it on. Lucas obliges her as he takes off across the ring. As he closes the distance, Magdalena draws forth and drops to the canvas, sweeping Silva off his feet with a Leg Sweep that sends him face-first into the middle turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. His arms fall slack over the ring ropes as Magdalena turns and takes hold of Silva by his shoulders. Taking him away from the corner, Magdalena spins around to irish whip Lucas back into the corner of the ring. Silva suddenly catches the middle ropes with both of his feet and runs up to the top rope. Twisting around, he comes crashing down into the canvas with a Bulldog that plants Magdalena hard into the middle of the ring. Pushing the woman over onto her back, he covers her up for the first pin attempt of the evening. Ref Hawkersby falls to the canvas for the first pin count of the evening.

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

With a piercing scream Magdalena kicks out of the pin attempt and sends Lucas flying back towards the adjacent ropes.

 

Terra Skye: Not so near fall by Silva, there!

 

Johnny Vegas: I think he just pissed Lady Magdalena off, more than anything.

 

Terra Skye: Gee, ya think?

 

Ray Payne: Neva piss a womans off, yo. Dat's one rules dat all men should live by.

 

Terra Skye: I completely agree!

 

Johnny Vegas: ..it's a rule that CrimeLord Kid should know all too well, considering he's actually fifty-seven!

 

Terra Skye: Johnny! Seriously?!

 

As Ref Ed steps back, Magdalena snaps from the canvas directly back up to her feet, a look of madness and murder beginning to paint her face. Silva draws a breath and shakes his head, knowing it’s going to take much more to put his opponent down on a night like tonight. This time Lucas is the one doing the taunting. Magdalena pushes against the canvas and launches into the air looking to connect with a Superkick. Silva sees the move coming and ducks underneath Magdalena. Catching Magdalena from behind by her head and shoulders, Lucas snaps backwards with a Suplex that plants Magdalena onto her stomach. Lucas rolls around and immediately locks up Magdalena with a Headlock, looking to slow down the speed of the match as he tries to figure out a strategy to defeat Magdalena. Ref Ed moves to the side and comes to his knees, checking the hold and seeing if Magdalena seeks to quit or continue on.

 

Ray Payne: Mista Silva looking to slow down the speed of the match, yo.

 

Terra Skye: It does seem that way, Ray. If it's true, it's a very veteran move from the young upstart... which makes me believe that it's not as intended as it seems.

 

Johnny Vegas: I think he's just afraid that Magdalena is about to go batshit crazy on him, and this is his way of wearing her down before she kills him.

 

Terra Skye: I’d love to see you call Lily 'batshit crazy' to her face.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh? Well, I'd at least have the respect enough to not call her Lily.

 

Terra Skye: ...but that's her real name.

 

Johnny Vegas: No it isn't!

 

Ray Payne: Mista Silva tryin' ta keepz in control of dis match, yo!

 

Another ear-piercing roar escapes from the lips of Magdalena as she looks to break out of the Headlock that is steadily seeping away at the oxygen that is going to her brain. Silva continues to apply the hold while Magdalena pushes against the canvas, dragging the two of their bodies slowly towards the nearest ropes. Finally managing to take hold of the bottom rope, Silva breaks the hold and rolls away through the same bottom rope to the outside of the ring. More cheers than jeers welcome The Sandtown Kid as the Carnage Legion seems to be getting behind the hometown hero. Ref Ed moves towards the ropes and begins to issue a Ten Count.

 

One!

 

Silva avoids getting distracted at soaking up the attention from the fans as he brings his focus back to Magdalena. Magdalena has rolled towards the opposite side of the ring, looking to put distance between the two of them. Lucas springs up to the outside edge of the ring, taking hold of the top rope. As he slips through to enter the ring, Magdalena comes rushing across the ring and connects with a forearm shiv that completely upends Lucas. Silva lands on his back with a dull thud in the middle of the ring. Magdalena falls to the canvas while covering up her opponent for the second pin attempt of the evening. Ref Ed sidesteps to one knee in order to make the pin count.

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

Two!!

 

Silva easily kicks out before the third pin fall.

 

Johnny Vegas: I thought Magdalena had Silva for a second there with that thunderous forearm smash!

 

Ray Payne: The Sandtown Kid refuses to say die, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It doesn't matter what Cracktown says!

 

Terra Skye: It does if he has the strength to kick out!

 

Magdalena moves back to her feet and reaches down to take hold of Silva by his afro. Hoisting the man back up to his feet, she grapples with the man and attempts to place him into the beginnings of a DDT. Despite being almost completely bent at a ninety-degree angle, Silva quickly brings both of his arms around the waist of Magdalena and snaps backwards with a Suplex. Bending his back and lifting his body up off of the canvas, Lucas pins Magdalena into the canvas with a sudden pin attempt. Referee Hawkersby easily keeps up with the action of the match as he moves for another pin count.

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

Two!!

 

 

 

Thre- No! Magdalena kicks out right before Ref Ed’s hand hits the canvas for the third pin fall!

 

Terra Skye: So close for the Sandtown Kid!

 

Johnny Vegas: I thought Silva was going to steal victory with that speedy reversal. Way to go Magdalena – don't let this seventy year old poser take the victory that rightfully belongs to you!

 

Ray Payne: He moved faster dan me when I'z bein' accused of tings by hookers in da hotel rooms, yo. But Mizz Maggy wuzn't haven nones of it. She kicks out at almost da count of tree, but we'z moves on.

 

Terra Skye: Ugh, oh god.

 

Ray Payne: Hey, wez all haz needs, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: At least you're honest, Ray. Honest like Magdalena. Not like Terra and Sandtown Old Man.

 

Lucas rolls back towards the closest corner of the ring while Magdalena frustratingly is back up to her feet despite being caught off guard by Silva. The Legion is eating up the high-speed, counter-for-counter action that was unfolding as the competitors are once more at opposite ends of the ring.

 

THIS IS AWESOME!

 

*CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*

 

THIS IS AWESOME!

 

Ray Payne: This yearz Underground is going to put us on the map, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Easy, Ray, the night’s still young.

 

Ray Payne: Glassez half fulls, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'd like to agree!

 

The two opponents come rushing towards one another while the Legion is on their feet cheering both of them on. They collide directly in the middle of the ring as Ref Ed moves away towards the ropes to avoid becoming collateral damage. Lucas catches Magdalena with a left punch but she shows no signs of reeling as she fires off her own right punch in retaliation. The match quickly breaks down as the two of them resort to punches, hooks and jabs as neither competitor appears to be gaining the upper ground. Both opponents give and take – Magdalena lands a fierce left jab that catches Silva in the jaw just as Lucas is retaliating with his own vicious hook. Both strikes land at the same time, leaving both opponents staggering in a daze in opposite corners of the ring.

 

C DUB! C DUB!! C DUB!!!

 

Ray Payne: Diz feels like a boxing match and a MMA fight hadz a baby, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It’s getting harder to keep up with all this action, Ray. But I know that this is exactly what the Carnage Legion paid for here tonight. I can only hope the newbs on the OWF Network are following all of this!

 

Terra Skye: You’ve always had a problem keeping it up, Johnny.

 

Ray Payne: Dat'z not nice, Mizz Terra!

 

Referee Hawkersby motions to both opponents; a look of frustration and anger comes across Magdalena’s face as she focus on Lucas once more. Silva leans against the ropes and then pushes away, taking to the middle of the ring once more. Magdalena smirk and kicks away from the ropes, running towards Silva. Lucas attempts to snap off a Standing Sidekick but Magdalena catches the man by his ankle and then grapples up with him. Slamming her forehead directly into Silva, the man is seeing starts as Magdalena Irish Whips him with a spin back into the same turnbuckle he was leaning within. Magdalena comes over to Silva and snaps off a painful Chop that catches Lucas across the collarbones.

 

WOOOOOOOO!!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Dat sounded likez a wet noodle, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh, you mean like your brain?

 

Ray Payne: No, Johnny. Likez a noodle dat wuz wet.

 

Lucas is reeling from the impact of the Chop. Magdalena steps back and sizes up Silva for repeat. As she reels back with her hand, Silva explodes out from the corner of the ring while driving left knee into the sternum of Magdalena. Magdalena doubles over as Lucas catches the woman by her hair and throws her directly into the corner turnbuckle. Magdalena’s neck and shoulder crashes into the middle turnbuckle as Magdalena goes slack in the corner of the ring. Silva grabs her and hoists Magdalena back up, placing her back against the pads of the turnbuckles. Snapping off his own fierce Chop, the crowd goes wild as the sound of flesh on flesh echoes throughout the arena.

 

WoOoOoOo!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Would that legally be considered groping?

 

Terra Skye: Calling you a legal mind is like calling Donald Trump a healthy presidential candidate.

 

Johnny Vegas: Stop bringing the outside world into this!

 

Terra Skye: What?

 

Johnny Vegas: Carnage Wrestling is our escape away from all of that crap! Keep the politics on the other side of those double doors!

 

Terra Skye: It was only a metaphor!

 

Ray Payne: I tought it was a similies, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Ugh. Whatever. Pay attention to the damn match!

 

Magdalena falls down to the canvas while sitting back in the corner of the ring. Lucas springs across the canvas to the opposite corner of the ring. Climbing the ropes to the top turnbuckle, Silva turns to face the gap between him and Magdalena. Exhaling with a bit of trepidation, Silva shakes his head as if to say “why not?” and leaps off the top turnbuckle. Flying across the ring, Lucas drives both of his feet into the upper body of Magdalena who is wedged against the turnbuckles. As Magdalena fall slack against the ring, Silva pounds the canvas with his fist while rolling back up to his knees. Taking hold of Magdalena by the heels of her wrestling boots, he drags the woman away from the corner of the ring and turnbuckles towards the middle of the ring. The fans are completely losing their minds from the Spot as Silva covers up Magdalena for another pin attempt. Ref Jeff can’t believe what’s happening as he falls to the canvas for the pin count.

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

Two!!

 

 

 

Thre- NO! Magdalena kicks out at the last second! Lucas rolls off his opponent and leans back on his knees, completely shocked that he wasn’t able to capitalize on the move.

 

Johnny Vegas: Another near fall!

 

Ray Payne: Mizz Maggy iz showin' real heart, yo! We'z hasn't seen dis from her in a longs times!

 

Terra Skye: Agreed!

 

Ref Ed checks on the condition of Magdalena as she is moving but slow to get back up to her feet. Lucas uses the ropes to spring back up to his feet as he moves towards the legs of Magdalena. Taking hold of his opponent once more, Magdalena bends both of her knees and then pushes into Lucas, sending him barreling backwards into the ropes. As he springs back towards Magdalena, Magdalena jumps back up to her feet and driver her knee into the face of Lucas with a Shining Wizard. Silva tumbles down face-first onto the canvas as Magdalena catches her breath while leaning against the opposite ropes. Lucas grips down into the canvas, looking for the strength to get back up to his feet.

 

Johnny Vegas: Both competitors are digging deep in an attempt to gain the upper hand.

 

Ray Payne: Something’s gotta give, yo.

 

Twisting away from the ropes, Silva suddenly springs up from the canvas with a bellowing cry as he rushes at Magdalena. Colliding into her with a Clothesline, the two of them spill over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Ref Ed moves towards the edge of the ring to check on the condition of both opponents. Lucas and Magdalena are both splayed out across the padded concrete to the floor outside the ring. Rabid fans try to reach out over the barricade in an attempt to press flesh but there are Security Guards at every side of the ring holding the fans at bay.

 

Ray Payne: What’s with all the security tonight, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Have you not been paying attention since the arrival of SHKM.

 

Ray Payne: Shikum? Sounds like a nasty drink.

 

Terra Skye: He was referring to the Shovel Headed Kill Machine, Ray.

 

Ray Payne: Oh, yeah, yo.

 

One!

 

Johnny Vegas: Or as Magdalena called them, 'Fifty Shades of Lame'.

 

Terra Skye: Shovel Headed Kill Machine hasn't made any friends since their arrival in Carnage Wrestling.

 

Ray Payne: Dey'z not tryins ta make friends, yo. But Sandtown Kidz is makin fans!

 

Lucas presses at the padding which provides just enough safety from the unforgiving concrete floor to the newly renovated Carnage Arena. Pushing up to his feet, he pushes one of the Security Guards aside and comes to lean against the barricade that separates the fans from the action. Taking hold of a lucky fan’s hand, Lucas springs himself up to the top of the barricade and precariously turns himself around to face Magdalena, who is now moving up to one knee. Lucas leaps off the barricade looking for a Flying Clothesline. As he comes back down to the floor, Magdalena snaps off a throat thrust that lands directly home, knocking the wind out of Lucas as she steps to the side and watches Silva crash onto the floor and land against the ring skirt.

 

Two!!

 

Ray Payne: Helluva time to choke, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Something Magdalena would never do.

 

Johnny Vegas: I bet Nathan Cristion would say otherw-

 

Terra Skye: Shut up, Johnny.

 

Moving towards the same barricade, Magdalena trades a few insults with the more thirsty males in attendance before returning her attention to Lucas. Silva is half-hidden under the ring skirt but showing signs of life.

 

Three!!!

 

Magdalena pushes away from the barricade and Security Guards, leaning down to grab Silva by his feet. Dragging the man across the unforgiving floor, she pulls him out from the ring skirt and Lucas is seen grasping onto a steel chair. Referee Hawkersby yells at Lucas to lose the chair, as this is a Standard Match and there is no room for weapons or dirty tactics. Lucas releases the chair and decides to focus on the problem at hand. As Magdalena picks Silva back up from the floor, the two of them grapple up once more. Magdalena twists around and locks Silva’s right arm into an armbar, looking to weaken the man’s primary throwing hand.

 

Four!!!!

 

Ray Payne: They better bes gettin back into the rings soon, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I’m sure Magdalena knows how to count to ten.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes, but can Ray count to ten?

 

Ray Payne: Tenz, yo.

 

Terra Skye: These two competitors are giving everything they have to open Underground!

 

Five!!!!

 

Looking up to Ref Ed as she wrenches on the armlock even further, Silva yells out as he struggles to break the hold. Magdalena relents on the pressure and then tosses Lucas underneath the bottom rope to get the man back into the ring. Reaching down to the unforgiving floor, Magdalena picks up the steel chair that Silva had found underneath the ring. As she comes into the ring with the chair, Referee Hawkersby gets into the females face and threatens to disqualify her if she uses the steel chair. Magdalena trades a few choice words with the new referee before dropping the steel chair into one of the adjacent corners of the ring.

 

Ray Payne: Diz new referee ain’t taking any crap, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: He’s obviously well qualified to help quell the escalation in violence that has been gripping the company. How's that for college lingo, Terra?

 

Terra Skye: He looks like the type that fights violence with violence, Johnny. I wouldn't want to cross Ed Hawkersby!

 

Lucas pushes himself up from the canvas as Magdalena approaches him once more. Attempting to grapple with the man, Silva grabs Magdalena by her hair and launches into a vicious series of elbows while pummeling the woman towards the ropes that were behind the two of them. Magdalena connects with a European Uppercut that launches Silva back towards the nearest corner of the ring. Magdalena stalks Silva towards the corner of the ring and follows up with a second Uppercut that knocks the man completely back into the turnbuckle and the ring ropes. Silva grabs hold of the middle ropes with both of his head and kicks off the canvas, connecting with a dropkick that sends Magdalena staggering back to the middle of the ring. Springing away from the corner, Lucas comes up from the side and wraps his arms around the neck and shoulders of Magdalena. The two of them come crashing down hard into the middle of the ring with a move reminiscent of a Diamond Cutter or RKO. Both Silva and Magdalena flop out across the canvas as the two of them are both digging into their reserves and almost running on empty.

 

THIS IS AWESOME!!!

 

CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: It’s anybody’s match to win at this point. Huge advantage to whomever gets back to their feet first. Go Magdalena!

 

Ray Payne: It all depends on who screws up first, yo. Da next big mistake loses!

 

Terra Skye: I know there's no such thing as a moral victory, but neither of these two should feel ashamed of walking out of Underground with a loss here, tonight! It's just a shame that one of them does!

 

Ref Ed stands to the side of Lucas and Magdalena as they both work to use canvas and ring ropes to get back up to their feet. As Lucas turns to face Magdalena, Magdalena suddenly roars with intensity and tries to come at Silva with all her might. Seeing an opening as Magdalena tries a Superkick, Lucas ducks down and grabs the woman by her leg. Twisting her around completely, the outside of her boot accidentally catches Referee Hawkersby’s jaw and sends him flying into the closest turnbuckle pads. Ref Ed is seeing stars as Magdalena and Silva are standing near the steel chair the femme had brought into the ring. Seeing an opening to capitalize on, Magdalena reaches down for the chair to use on her opponent. She hoists it high above her head, but Silva counters by driving his boot into the stomach of Magdalena! Magdalena drops the steel folding chair and doubles over in pain. Grappling up with Magdalena, Silva hoists her up into the air and drives her down on top of the canvas with the Safe Haven Drop!! The sound of flesh and bone crashing into the ring canvas echoes throughout the arena as Magdalena goes limp. Quickly rushing over to Ref Hawkersby, Silva shakes the man awake before diving back onto Magdalena for the pin attempt. Groggily, Referee Hawkersby follows in to attempt a pin count. The Carnage Legion counts along as Hawkersby smacks the mat with his hand!

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

Two!!

 

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: GOD.. DAMNIT!

 

Matt Wylde: The winner of your match, The Sandtown Kid - Lucas Silva!!!

 

Ray Payne: That was a helluva opening match, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Magdalena took Silva to his limits in this match, but unfortunately comes up just a tad bit short. Maybe if she wouldn't have tried to use the steel folding chair late in the match, then who knows? It's a disappointment for sure, but on the opposite end of that specrtum, Sandtown Kid has a lot to be proud of!

 

Johnny Vegas: It's a shame that Magdalena tried to use the steel folding chair for sure. But as far as Sandtown Kid is concerned, for once, I actually agree with you.

 

Ray Payne: Wow, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: For someone who pretends to be eighteen years old, and an underqualified wrestler, he sure should be proud of how well he has everyone fooled. I hate that guy!

 

Terra Skye: I should have known. Geesh.

 

Completely beside himself with excitement, the Sandtown Kid springs off Magdalena and is greeted by Referee Ed Hawkersby. After having his hand raised, the Sandtown Kid rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and turns towards the ramp, but then hesitates, doubling back to ringside and lingering near the timekeeper table. He pats Boy on the back and shakes his hand, welcoming him back to Carnage Wrestling and seeming to carry on an inaudible conversation while the commentator team moves forward.

 

Terra Skye: Aww, look! Silva is being a great sport to Boy, who does indeed deserve praise for making it back to Carnage tonight!

 

Boy: Beach, Oceanfront. And the moon!

 

Johnny Vegas: Poundtown is just a suck-up. Go back to wherever you came from, Silva! We don't want you here anymore!

 

Ray Payne: But Johnny...

 

Johnny Vegas: Yea?

 

Ray Payne: He'z from here.

 

Terra Skye: Anyway! Great opening bout for Underground: Survival! Sandtown Kid victorious – now let's cut backstage for a few words, with none other than the Shovel Headed Kill Machine!

 

Ray Payne: Uh ohs. Here'z we goes, yo!

 

 

Backstage: A Leisurely Stroll
The Carnagetron lights up, revealing the backstage area of the newly renovated Carnage Arena in Baltimore, Maryland. The hustle and bustle of active roster members along with the numerous behind-the-scene workers that keep the company thriving is at an all-time high due to the publicity and hype surrounding the Underground Pay Per View. As the camera pans backwards to show a larger shot of one of the back hallways to the Carnage Arena, Gary Altus and John Ojeda can be seen walking down the hallway and coming onto the camera.

 

Gary Altus & John Ojeda

 

Gary Altus: So I said to the broad “Hey, this isn’t my first rodeo, but that’s always been a one way road.”

 

John Ojeda: Welp, everyone has their kinks, man, and sometimes if you oblige the woman in question, she’ll in turn let you defile her like a Catholic school girl.

 

Gary Altus: Damn, man, like I don’t have enough reasons to worry about when I get to those pearly gates and St. Peter looks down upon me.

 

John Ojeda: Right, like that’s where you’re going to end up after all the shit we’ve pulled over the years. I’ll make sure to keep a seat safe for you down at Lucifer’s Bar.

 

Gary Altus: Not if I get there first, brother.

 

Suddenly Greg Ace and one of the newly-hired camera men come walking from off-screen towards the Shovel Headed Kill Machine. Ace’s face had been buried in the screen of his cell phone as he narrowly runs into the two men. Looking up from the screen, his eyes suddenly go wide as he screams like a girl and flails his arms. As his cell phone goes flying out of his hands and crashing into the ceiling above the four men, Ojeda and Altus can’t help but chuckle at the gross incompetence of Carnage Wrestling’s Backstage Interviewer.

 

Greg Ace

 

John Ojeda: Damn, Greg, I think you might need to see someone for that.

 

Gary Altus: No, that’s his “I just shit myself” scream – I’ve heard it before.

 

Greg Ace: He knows that’s my “I shit myself” scream? Good thing I packed extra underwear. I, I, I, I.

 

John Ojeda: I – I – I – take the dick out of your mouth and try to make sense for once, Greg.

 

Gary Altus: Doesn’t matter, he’s still going to choke on the balls in this throat.

 

Greg Ace: Balls...

 

Gary Altus: Don’t we have an interview here to conduct, or are we all going to play circle jerk for the next five minutes?

 

Greg Ace: Ah! Sorry Mr. Ojeda and Mr. Altus, don’t kill me! Fuck fuck fuck fuck duck duck fuck.

 

John Ojeda: Calm the fuck down, we’re not going to kill you, Ace. Not yet, at least.

 

Gary Altus: If we keep putting staff into the hospital we’re going to have to start running this place.

 

John Ojeda: Well, shit, that’s not a bad idea, actually.

 

Gary Altus: Baby steps, brother. Baby steps.

 

Greg Ace: What the hell are these two talking about? I could really go for some tacos right now.

 

Gary Altus: I was always a bigger fan of burritos. More bang for your buck, yanno?

 

Greg Ace: Stop doing that!

 

Ojeda blinks, looking from Greg, to Altus, and then back to Greg once more.

 

John Ojeda: Oooh, he’s doing that head voodoo shit again. Have fun with that, Greg.  Regardless, let’s get to the fucking issue at hand.

 

Gary Altus: Indeed – Management in their infinite wisdom, and more than likely as a punitive move for our actions over the last months, has decided to place the Shoveled Headed Kill Machine in an Elimination, Fatal-Four-Way Tag match as a means for awarding the inaugural Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Champions. And who the fuck is Bill Hickerson anyway?

 

John Ojeda: Some douchebag? Who the fuck cares? They honestly think that three other teams are going to stop the two of us from taking what is rightfully ours. Hell, you can smell the desperation in their actions when they decided to add the Tag Team Champions from OWF into the mix.

 

Greg Ace: I thought that was a brilliant decision, it’s helping bring publicity and an entirely new fan-base into the organization.

 

Gary Altus: Like we fucking care how many people are purchasing Pay Per Views or the latest Greg Ace butt-plug device. Bring all the companies into the mix for all we care. The Glitterati are going to end up the same way that Frost and Lee along with Preacher Boy and Fell-From Grace Bitch are going to end up. Paved into the canvas and broken into a million pieces by the Shovel Headed Kill Machine. After tonight – after we secure those titles, the real fun begins.

 

Greg Ace: Real fun? Oh, fuck me sideways.

 

John Ojeda: Fucking right – we’ve noticed that Kyra Mohr and the motards who run this place along with her have decided to introduce even more gold into the company on top of the Ultraviolent and Heavyweight Titles. Why wouldn’t the two of us want to add more gold to our burgeoning collection?

 

Greg Ace: I think Mr. Stone and Mr. Jackson would have something to say about that, assuming they retain their titles tonight.

 

Gary Altus: I don’t give a flying-fuck who is holding onto the gold after tonight, Greg. Whether it’s Matt Stone, Jackson, Anna, Melody Lennox, Dazi Miyashita or the rest of the Carnage Roster….it doesn’t fucking matter. The competition in this division has been lackluster at best, and eventually the two of us are going to get bored of maiming the same people week in and week out. This company is going to be put on notice after tonight. The Shovel Headed Kill Machine is going to be coming for all the gold, and nothing is going to stop the relentless killing machine.

 

John Ojeda: So, Greg, there’s only one thing left for you and your cameraman to do tonight.

 

Greg Ace: What’s that? I hope he doesn’t say to shine his shoes.

 

Gary Altus: Simple. Kneel. And. Die.

 

Ojeda and Altus smile to one another as they turn and disappear down the hallway and towards the staging area that connects directly to the entrance to ringside at the Carnage Arena. The camera cuts to a live shot of the very same ring as the fans are filled with anticipation and excitement for the upcoming match.

 

 

 

Match Two: Baltimore City Championship Match - Marisol Hawkes Vs. Robbie Future Vs. Cecily Bell

Terra Skye: Those two have been a problem since they arrived here in Carnage Wrestling.

 

Johnny Vegas: I saw over Twitter the other day, Kyra Mohr arguing with Mr. Altus. She isn't happy with their shenanigans.

 

Ray Payne: I does nots blames her yo.

 

Terra Skye: It's going to end up pushing talented people out of this promotion, and honestly I cannot blame them. We're here to wrestle, not be mangled and mutilated by these crazies.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not to mention the risk to the staff... It's not very safe around here.

 

Ray Payne: Lets hope dat dey find a solution tah dis problems yo.

 

Matt Wylde steps back into the ring, ready to announce the next match.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under Triple Threat Rules!! It is to determine the FIRST BALTIMORE CITY CHAMPION!!!!!

 


CW Baltimore City Championship

 

Triple Threat Match
(No Time Limit, First Pinfall or Submission Wins.)

 

 

Terra Skye: I got a glimpse of the Baltimore City Championship earlier today, it's a beautiful belt. Whoever gets their name on that nameplate at the end of the night is one lucky person.

 

Johnny Vegas: I remember the old Baltimore City Championship. I seem to remember a certain former Carnage Champion of ours held that belt all those years ago.

 

Ray Payne: You musts be talkin bouts Mistah Strykah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I most certainly am. And look where he ended up! Could we be seeing a future Carnage Champion out of one of these three competing here tonight!?

 

Terra Skye: Anything is possible, Johnny.

 

The opening beats of “Die Motherfucker Die” by Dope begin playing over the PA system, and Robbie Future immediately busts out from behind the curtain. He has a crazed look in his eyes as he stops atop the stage and glares out at the capacity crowd. The crowd half cheers and half boos this man with “sick” written on his forehead.

 

Robbie Future

 

Johnny Vegas: This guy is a special kind of crazy.

 

Ray Payne: I does not knows why he writes dat on his foreheads yo.

 

Terra Skye: Ray, Sweetie... he only has one forehead.

 

Matt Wylde: First, to the ring – Standing tall at Six foot, three inches and weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds; he is ROBBIE FUTUREEEE!!!!!!!

 

Future walks quickly to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He pops back up to his feet quickly and begins walking around the ring in a circle; awaiting his opponents. “Die Motherfucker Die” begins to fade out, and is quickly replaced by the dark beat of “Going to Hell” by The Pretty Reckless. The moment the song starts, the lights in the arena go out; until the lyrics start. It is then that a spotlight on the stage shines, and there stands Cecily Bell. She wastes little time as she ignores any reaction that the crowd has as she moves towards the ring.

 

Cecily Bell

 

Matt Wylde: Next, to the ring – Standing in at Five foot, eight inches and weighing one hundred and twenty five pounds; she is CECILY BELLLLL!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Lets see if Cecily can have a better showing than she did at Chaos Eighteen.

 

Terra Skye: She even admits it herself, she wasn't in the mindset that she should have been. She wasn't taking her place here in Carnage seriously.

 

Ray Payne: Well I hopes dat Miss Bell finds whut she iz lookin fur yo.

 

Terra Skye: This Baltimore City Championship might be just the thing.

 

Bell moves to the ring steps, and ascends them quickly. She climbs in the ring and moves to the corner farthest from Future, and sits down; awaiting her last opponent. As the lights come back up, and the grungy sounds of the Pretty Reckless fade out of the arena, they're quickly replaced with the beat of “Liar Liar” by Kamelot. Marisol Hawkes struts out onto the stage, dressed in her black and purple leather ring attire. She stops atop the stage as the music surges through the arena. A smirk crosses her lips as she glares around the arena at the capacity crowd.

 

Marisol Hawkes

 

Matt Wylde: Lastly, their opponent – She stands in at five foot, five inches and weighs one hundred and twenty six pounds... she is MARISOL HAWKESSSS!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh, my blue haired vixen.

 

Terra Skye: Marisol took a tough loss to Lucas Silva at Chaos eighteen. She really needs a win tonight to turn it around. Having that Baltimore City Championship around her waist would really change things.

 

Ray Payne: Well.. Miss Marisolz saids it herselfs yo... she losted out on da Ultraviolence titles to Miss Dazi, and now she does nots wunts tah lose out on dis opportunities yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not a doubt in my mind that she'll take these other two to their limits, and more.

 

Hawkes begins the walk down to ringside, a look of confidence in her eyes. She quickly ascends the ring steps, and climbs into the ring with her opponents in one fluid motion. She looks out upon the Legion and smiles as her music begins to fade out as Matt Wylde steps out of the ring, and the second new referee, Silent Cal steps in.

 

Ray Payne: Dere he is yo! Silent Cal!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Are you fucking kidding me?

 

Terra Skye: Wasn't he a former wrestler?

 

Ray Payne: Dat he wuz yo.. Back in 2010. Mistah Cal does nots talks yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jesus... How in the hell is he going to officiate a match? What is Kyra thinking?!?!

 

Silent Cal moves around the ring, silently checking each competitor for foreign objects/weapons. Once he's satisfied he walks across the ring and signals to Boy for the bell!

 

DING DING!!

 

Ray Payne: Here we goes, Yo!

 

The match begins with a bit of a do-si-do as Marisol Hawkes looks off to Robbie Future who has left his corner to circle off to his right, turning his attention to Cecily Bell. It shows the apprehensiveness of the competitors until Robbie comes rushing in trying to get the match started with a high kick that Hawkes sees coming a mile away. As she ducks down under it she ends up wandering into striking distance of Cecily who plants her left foot to the mat in order to swing her extended right leg up towards the head of Marisol; who somersaults along the canvas to pull herself from harm's way. She removes herself from the situation when Robbie Future comes in from behind on Bell to grab her by the shoulders, spinning her around so she can be facing towards him but all he does is give her the momentum to leave her feet to connect with a leaping twisting kick to the side of his head.

 

Terra Skye: Started off slow, but things are picking up rather quickly here for our three competitors.

 

Ray Payne: All three of dem has dere heads on strait tonites yo, it seems.

 

Johnny Vegas: The only one that matters is that beauty in blue.

 

Ray Payne: She is wearin purples, yo.

 

Future is staggered off towards the corner of the ring he started the match from as Cecily Bell scrambles to a standing position after hitting that offensive kick but before she can even fully enjoy it she's grabbed up into a front face lock from Marisol Hawkes who makes sure to get herself right back into things as soon as she can. Bell refuses to just lay back and take this as she swings herself around to evade the grasp of her opponent, eventually turning around so they can engage in a collar and elbow tie-up as Marisol and Cecily jockey for position. Before either can make any headway with the other both Bell and Hawkes are turned off to the side, to Cecily's right and Marisol's left, as Robbie comes back into the picture to leave his feet to complete a double front dropkick to the chest of his two opponents; dedicating a foot to each one of them.

 

Johnny Vegas: Future, that crazy bastard!

 

Terra Skye: Very creative use of his legs, using one of them for each of his opponents.

 

Johnny Vegas: It really wasn't that creative, Terra. He has two legs, and two opponents. Even Ray over here could figure that shit out.

 

Ray Payne: EY YO.

 

After Robbie hits the mat he pushes himself up to his feet to look to the crowd who give him a decidedly mixed reaction considering how well-liked his opponent's are, turning his attention off to Cecily so he can grab her up on the sides of the head to peel her off to the lone neutral corner of the ring. Once there he isolates Bell from the rest of the ring so he can begin to lay into her chest and abdomen with rapid fire shin kicks that he dishes out from random angles, all in the hopes of weakening his opponent as best as he can. Even though Cecily Bell is dealt a lot of damage to her midsection that doesn't stop her from using both of her arms to shove Future away, causing him to perform a reverse somersault to avoid tripping up over his own feet.

 

Terra Skye: I didn't realize that Robbie Future was so athletic. Beautiful somersault there to avoid falling flat on his face.

 

Ray Payne: I jus wants tah say, dat Johnny... you is not very nice.

 

Johnny Vegas: Shut up and talk about the match. We're on TV now, you know. Have some fucking dignity.

 

As Robbie Future stands himself up in the center of the ring he jumps up onto the balls of his feet getting ready to rush at Bell as she remains in the corner but he's grabbed from behind by Marisol Hawkes who performs an O'Connor roll that allows her to get back up to the soles of her feet to sit down upon the back of Robbie's thighs. The pinfall is counted as soon as the referee can get himself into position.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Cecily comes running out of her corner and leaves her feet to complete a dropkick to Marisol's face which breaks up the pinfall she had on Future.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Cecily wif da save!

 

Johnny Vegas: The match isn't going to end this quickly. Not with these three wanting to be the first Baltimore City Champion.

 

Terra Skye: That's right. There's no way that any of these three is going to go down without a serious fight.

 

Now seeing that Hawkes is down for a bit Cecily looks off to see Future getting him to his feet and she cuts him off at the pass, hitting him with a stern kick to the stomach that stops him dead in his tracks. Moving as quickly as she can Bell tethers her right arm around Robbie's head and neck, wasting no time in rushing off forward with a hold of her opponent like this so she can sit out and drive him face-first into the canvas with a textbook bulldog; giving Bell the chance to roll Robbie over onto his back while moving herself up to her feet. Showing she's not messing around Cecily Bell walks off to the nearest corner so she can begin to climb the ropes there, heading up to the top rope as soon as she's able to get her body up there. The crowd here in Baltimore, Maryland gets loud as Bell lines Robbie Future up for a moonsault of the top one last time but before she can take off Marisol Hawkes makes his presence known as she comes at Cecily from behind to grab her by the legs!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Marisols makin herselfs knowned yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: I told you, this woman is gorgeous! She's beautiful! She's--

 

Terra Skye: Just watch the damn match Johnny!

 

A second later Hawkes manages to pull her down into a seat on her shoulders in an electric chair hold, walking straight away from the corner while Bell begins sending open handed strikes down upon the brow of Marisol's head. This takes Hawke's focus away from her positioning and Robbie Future takes advantage of this by getting to his feet and rushing in to leave his feet, completing a spinning wheel kick straight upon the face of Marisol which prompts her to lose her footing in that instant; crashing down to her back which brings Cecily Bell back-first to the mat as an unintended victim of an electric chair drop. Again Future moves himself quite swimmingly to return upright so he can gawk at the fans, trying to get them to show some more life for his successful bits of offense.

 

Terra Skye: Damn! Future taking out both of his opponents there. He's not taking any prisioners this time around, and he certainly looks like he doesn't intend upon letting Cecily get the best of him again.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll give the little bastard credit where credit is due... he's definitely bringing it tonight.

 

Ray Payne: Well, it's like I sayz in boxins yo... whoevah tries da hardest...

 

Regardless if they do or not, with some of the fans in the Carnage Arena rewarding him for his effort, Robbie has his mind set on what he wants to do next as he approaches Marisol Hawkes since she's the closest of his two opponent's at the moment. As he grabs her by the sides of the head he sets his eyes on Cecily as she just now rolls herself onto her hands and knees, leading Robbie to work a lot faster in bringing Hawkes to her feet. As soon as he's done that Robbie leans her forward so he can be trapped in a front face lock that easily makes way for a suplex hold as Future plants his feet into the mat, whipping Marisol over onto her back with a harsh snap suplex that delivers her flush to her back. As Future begins his ascent back up to his feet he finds Cecily up on her hands and knees trying to make an effort to get to her feet and Robbie makes sure to lay a firm stomp upon the back of her head to delay her progress a bit more than she had hoped.

 

Terra Skye: Robbie future firmly in control her--

 

Ray Payne: Miss Terra... I wuz nots done yet.

 

Johnny Vegas: YEAH TERRA... CHRIST.

 

Terra Skye: Oh, I'm sorry...

 

Ray Payne: Whoevah tries da hardest... can still loses.

 

Terra Skye: That's it? Really?

 

That little detour brings Robbie Future a bit more off his path than he had anticipated so he loops back around intending to catch back up with Marisol Hawkes, but he has no chance of doing so as he finds her up on her feet; leaping from them to take to the air. Hawkes wraps both of her legs around Robbie's head and swiftly swings herself backwards to complete a beautiful hurricanrana that deals her opponent head and shoulders first down to the mat as she reaches back with both arms to hook his two legs; keeping herself seated on his chest to make the pinfall official with the fans cheering out because of it.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Robbie kicks his legs free from the hold that Marisol had upon them, breaking himself out from under his opponent so that he doesn't fall victim to the pinfall.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Futuah wif da kickouts yo. He iz definites not gunna let dem get one ovah on him tonites yo. He does believes dat dis title belts is fur him, yo.

 

Terra Skye: It's true. But Marisol, and Cecily both want this just as much as Future does. It's just going to be a matter of who can out smart, and outlast the other two.

 

Johnny Vegas: Whoever does is going to be the first Baltimore City Champion, and that's not something to scoff at.

 

Hawkes swiftly gets herself up to her feet knowing that the hurricanrana isn't a big power move and that Future will be standing soon enough, but as she gets to her feet she's forced to confront Cecily Bell who gets herself back into the picture with a rushing side kick to the stomach that catches her opponent off guard. With Marisol bent over Cecily moves off to her left side which is when she sees Robbie Future getting himself together, starting to push himself forward now that he's gotten himself up to his feet without issue. He approaches the right side of Marisol Hawke's body which allows Bell to roll herself over the back of Hawke's body, like in a martial arts movie, so she can kick both of her feet around the sides of Future's head; whipping her body down to the mat to flip Robbie to his back with a beautiful assisted headscissors takedown that sends Future sliding along the canvas until he slips out of the ring. He's seen dropping down to his knees out there before the cameras cut back inside of the ring as we see Cecily and Hawkes make the final arrangements to get themselves standing nice and tall on their feet engaged in a stare down; just separated by about three feet of distance in the middle of the squared circle.

 

Terra Skye: With Future out of the way, for now... what are these two ladies going to do?

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know but it's been a hell of a fight so far. I can't wait to see how my blue haired beauty is going to wow me this time.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my God... Stop it. She isn't going to stoop down and sleep with you. You might as well stop.

 

Ray Payne: It's true, yo. Miss Mari haz standardses yo.

 

Like a bomb goes off Cecily Bell runs at Marisol as fast as she can but Hawkes sidesteps her advances, spinning around as Bell passes by her to shove her from behind in the direction of the ring ropes she's already headed off to. Cecily manages to swing her body around to take those ring cables back-first, sending her running out towards Hawkes who in an instant jumps high into the air to complete a standing leapfrog which Bell passes all the way under; with Marisol dropping down to her feet thinking her opponent has kept on running. Problem is that Cecily has stopped herself right where she's at to spin around, waiting for the exact moment Marisol does so she can shove her upon her chest; resulting in a backpedal from Marisol Hawkes that brings her back-first against the ring ropes with so much power that she can't stop herself from rushing off of them straight towards her opponent. Bell makes it easy on her as she drops face-down to the mat, forcing Marisol to skip over her to keep from being tripped up along her sprint which she is able to keep on with to spring off the opposite set of ring cables now. On her way back to the middle of the ring she watches Bell get up to her feet and leap into the air which is when Hawkes puts on the brakes, allowing gravity to carry Cecily straight down over her shoulders in a standing firemans carry hold. Unfortunately that counter doesn't last long as Cecily bashes away at the left side of Marisol's head with her right elbow, forcing Hawkes to release Cecily straight down to her feet as Robbie Future slides himself back into the ring; without either of the two women realizing this at the moment.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll give it to them both.. they're putting on a fucking clinic in there. Beautiful form.

 

Terra Skye: I cannot believe that you're actually complimenting both competitors.. Good for you Johnny.

 

Ray Payne: Don't looks now, yo... but Mistah Futuah is back in da game yo!!!

 

Cecily allows Hawkes to get herself settled and comfortable after the elbow shots but Future has no such inclincation, making himself seen as he again runs head-on towards both of his opponents as he leaves his feet to go for a second front dropkick. Both Bell and Hawkes have him scouted as Cecily jumps off to her right and Marisol to her left to allow Robbie to crash down back-first on the mat as a result of his failed dropkick. Without warning Cecily Bell takes to the air to complete a front flipping senton splash across the body of Future, as he has all the wind knocked out of his body upon that maneuver as she walks herself out of position. Not even a second later Marisol Hawkes walks up to the left side of her opponent's body so she can turn her back to him, leaving her feet to execute a standing moonsault that lands her horizontally across the already damaged abdomen of Robbie Future as the fans cheer out nice and loud for this bit of unintended teamwork here. From out of nowhere Cecily pulls herself back into the picture as Hawkes steps out of it so she can attain a lateral press on her opponent, getting a pinfall going that the referee makes the count on; which Marisol takes note of.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Marisol Hawkes comes into pull Cecily Bell off of Robbie to break the count up for her, with the fans voicing their differing opinions on this matter as loud as they can.

 

Terra Skye: Cecily should've known that pinning Robbie in front of Marisol wasn't going to end any other way than this.

 

Johnny Vegas: That's because Marisol Hawkes is a motherfucking beast. She's not going to let Little miss Cecily take her title away from her!

 

Marisol never lets go of Cecily as she brings her all the way to a standing position, trying to gather her up into a reverse waist lock but before she can Bell throws her right arm backwards to catch Hawkes flush upon the right side of her skull. That causes her to lose any hold of Cecily Bell that she had and Bell uses that to her advantage as she sprints off towards the set of ropes she's facing, vaulting herself over onto her hands so her legs can spring off the ropes with a ton of momentum; using the back handspring to connect with a backflipping kick upon the crown of Hawkes' skull which instantly takes her down to her back.

 

Terra Skye: That was a BEAUTIFUL backflip kick from Bell! Marisol looks like she's a bit out of it.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not for long, I assure you.

 

Ray Payne: I is moreso watchins Mistah Robbies yo. I thinks dat he is not dones by a longs shot, yo.

 

As she lands it she's dropped down to her hands and knees, needing a lot of energy to move herself up to her feet and that's when Bell is latched onto by the two arms of Robbie Future as he gets himself back into the match to whip Cecily right up to her feet; shrugging off the pain he feels so he can get an advantage here. With Cecily settled exactly where he wants Robbie unloads a series of three straight high kicks to the head which he follows with a massive headbutt, knocking Bell straight off her feet with the signature combination he calls the Sickness. Looking to capitalize on that Future drops down and crawls up over the body of his opponent, unable to hook a leg by the time the referee can get himself back involved.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Cecily kicks out and Future doesn't like that one bit, at first turning his attention to the referee while moving up to his feet trying to figure out why he didn't get the three.

 

Terra Skye: Quit arguing with the ref, and get back on it Future!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: That's where a lot of these younger stars go wrong, and even some of the older ones, they think arguing with the referee is going to get them somewhere.

 

Ray Payne: Uh.. Johnny... you gets upsets wif da refs too sometimes.

 

Johnny Vegas: That's DIFFERENT!!!

 

This leaves Bell on her back and Robbie Future is able to soon pull himself out of this funk so he can focus his attention on the side of the ring nearest to him, running off towards it so he can leave his feet and get a sturdy stance on the middle ring rope before shooting himself back off of it. He does everything right on the picture perfect springboard moonsault except for keep Marisol Hawkes in mind as she appears out of nowhere to step right over the body of Cecily Bell. As Robbie completes his full flip he's suddenly surprised when he lands over Hawkes' shoulders, which puts a lot of strain on her body no doubt, as she catches him and then deposits him back-first across the abdomen of Cecily Bell with a textbook death valley driver that does damage to both of her opponents. The crowd is loud as they watch her sort Robbie down flat to his back at the side of Bell after hitting him with the maneuver she calls Divine Grace, laying her body over his to get the referee involved to count this pinfall for her.

 

Johnny Vegas: Divine Grace into a Pin!!!

 

Terra Skye: She might have it here!!!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Future is able to get his shoulder up by a hair before the three, pushing Hawkes off to his side as all three competitors remain down on the mat with the fans enjoying what they are seeing.

 

Ray Payne: Dese three is definites settin da bar fur da rest of da title matches here tonites yo.

 

Marisol Hawkes sits up on her heels and she clutches her forehead with her hands. She cannot believe that Robbie Future kicked out! She surveys the ring around her and sees Cecily Bell still rolling around in pain, clutching her abdomen from the vicious impact of that Divine Grace. Hawkes pulls herself back up to her feet and makes a choice, grabbing Robbie Future by the head thinking that he is the weaker of her two opponents. She hoists him back up onto her shoulders for a second Divine Grace, but Future somehow manages to find the strength to fight off, sliding himself down behind Marisol! Marisol counters Robbie's counter and catches him with a hard back elbow smash that sends Future staggering towards the ropes! Hawkes turns to capitalize on Future's misstep but Cecily grabs Marisol's arm from behind. She spins her around and drops with her foot against Marisol's face! HIGH HEELS!!!

 

Marisol drops down to the mat in a heap! Cecily Bell goes for the cover, but Robbie Future shoves her from behind, sending her tumbling through the ropes! Future with the pin!!!

 

 

 

One!

 

 

 

Two!!

 

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Terra Skye: Future wins it!!!

 

The Carnage Legion is on their feet in cheers! They can't believe it! ..and as Robbie Future sits up on his heels, he can't believe it, either! The Referee walks over to him with the brand new Carnage Wrestling Baltimore City Championship Belt and hands it to him. Future jumps up to his feet and immediately grabs the championship! Referee Silent Cal holds Robbie Future's arm high in the air as "Die Motherfucker Die" begins to play over the Arena PA speakers! Future moves to the corner of the ring to take to the turnbuckles to pose. Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Cecily Bell is pounding her fist against the mat because she cannot believe that Future stole the pin from her on her own finishing maneuver!

 

Johnny Vegas: That little thief has the audacity to be excited over winning with such cheap tactics?!

 

Terra Skye: You've got to be kidding me...

 

Ray Payne: It wuz a triple threats, yo. Anythin' can happen in der!

 

Johnny Vegas: Once again, screwy C-Dubbya, I swear. Cecily Bell does all the hard work, and one quick shove is the difference between Bell taking home her rightful championship and Robbie Future as our undeserving first champion. This is just great!

 

Ray Payne: I taught youz liked Mizz Marasols, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Changed my mind. Cecily Bell is now the new awesome. Woo!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god, just shut up! Robbie Future just outlasted two of the toughest competitors Carnage Wrestling has to offer to win that championship, and in my mind, we have a great first Baltimore City Champion. Robbie Future should be proud! He's a champion that the Legion can be proud of, that's for sure!

 

Future holds the CW Baltimore City Belt high in the air for a great crowd reaction, and then hops back down to see Cecily Bell back in the ring. Bell looks furious, but she's got her hand extended out to shake Futures. Future has to think about it for a second, but in good faith, he decides to shake Cecily Bell's hand. The two end up shaking hands and the crowd cheers even louder. Future turns to head back towards the rope, but Bell keeps a grip on Future's hand.. she spins him around and DRILLS HIM WITH THE HIGH HEELS, TOO!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god!

 

Ray Payne: Dat, wuz not nice at alls..

 

Terra Skye: Just when I thought Cecily Bell was going to show an ounce of respect, she goes and does that! Deplorable!

 

Ray Payne: So not nice, Mizz CiCi's.

 

Johnny Vegas: You go Cecily Bell! You show that little jackrabbit who the REAL Baltimore Champ is!

 

The crowd boos loudly as Cecily Bell picks up the CW Baltimore City Championship Belt and holds it high above her head. They boo her loudly as she pulls the belt down, takes one look at it, and decides to keep it. Bell rolls out of the ring with the Baltimore City Championship Belt over her shoulder, as if she had just won it! The Legion boos loudly as she makes her way back up the entrance ramp with Robbie Future's belt!

 

Terra Skye: She can't just take the belt! It isn't hers!

 

Ray Payne: Security needsta do sumthin about dis, yo. We can't let Mizz CiCi's be stealin' belts around here and stuff.

 

Johnny Vegas: For once someone has the balls to stand up for themselves and do what is right! This time, it's the lovely TRUE Baltimore City Champion, Cecily Bell!

 

Terra Skye: She is NOT the true champion, Robbie Future is!

 

Johnny Vegas: But she did all of the work!

 

Future begins to stir soon enough to see Bell at the top of the entrance ramp holding the Baltimore City Championship. He clutches his jaw and pounds his fist against the mat as Bell blows him a kiss and leaves with the strap.

 

Terra Skye: Well, that is absolutely not fair for Robbie Future, and I'm sure Kyra Mohr will do everything in her power to get her belt back from Cecily Bell to hand over to Robbie Future; but by the time anyone catches up with Miss Bell she will have probably already dipped out. I don't know what else to say.

 

Ray Payne: I wuntz ta give a shoutout to Mizz Marasol, tew. Anudda great match from hers, yo. I know she iz gunna turn da cornas evnetually. Perhaps be a Baltimore City Champs herself in da Future.

 

Johnny Vegas: No way she beats Bell for the belt!

 

Terra Skye: UGH! Anyway, I'm getting word there's something really important going on backstage, we have to cut right awa-

 

 

Backstage: The Sandtown... Bellboy?

 

Greg Jackson

 

Greg Jackson strides through the backstage corridor, an oversized duffle bag hanging over one shoulder, almost dragging on the ground. Jackson is dressed in an expensive pair of sunglasses, along with his flamboyantly pink Glitterati attire and custom Superior Kicks. He catches sight of someone further down the hall and drops his duffle bag in a heap, shouting an pointing.

 

Greg Jackson: Hey! Hey, you. Take this down to the Glitterati private dressing room.

 

Lucas Silva

 

The Sandtown Kid: Excuse me?

 

The Sandtown Kid turns around, looking back at Jackson and approaches slowly.

 

Greg Jackson: You heard me, kid. Chop chop.

 

Jackson snaps his fingers to accentuate the order.

 

The Sandtown Kid: You must have me mistaken for somebody else.

 

Greg Jackson: You don't work here? Fine. Carry my bags and I'll cut you an autograph. Well, not a real autograph, but Chrimeny has gotten pretty good with my signature, so your friends will never be able to tell the difference.

 

The Sandtown Kid: No. I mean, I do work here-

 

Greg Jackson: Then get a move on it, roadie. For crying out loud; it's not rocket science. Just carry the damn bags.

 

The Kid looks at the duffle bag, then back at Jackson, seeming increasingly disturbed.

 

The Sandtown Kid: I work here. As. A. Wrestler.

 

The Kid emphasizes the words, trying to get through to Jackson, who looks utterly baffled.

 

Greg Jackson: Wait. You're telling me you actually compete here?

 

The Sandtown Kid: I opened the show tonight.

 

Greg Jackson: But you're black. I think. Half-black? Or are you just really tan?

 

The Kid groans.

 

The Sandtown Kid: What's the big deal? You're black.

 

Greg Jackson: Well, yeah. But this is the OWF Network. There are only ever two black men allowed at a time. And last I heard, DeMarco was still plugging away.

 

The Sandtown Kid: Well, here I am. I break all the rules.

 

Greg Jackson: Are you, like, DeMarco's kid or something?

 

The Kid shrugs.

 

The Sandtown Kid: To tell you the truth, I don't know who my old man was. My folks dumped me as a kid, and I grew up the hard way. But I tell you what, there's someone around here who knows something, and I'm going to beat it out of them. I'm gonna find my Dad, one way or another.

 

Greg Jackson: Man, that's totally brutal. I remember when my own half-black boy got kidnapped. Took me about a year to get him back. But I tell you what, now that we're together, I treasure every day. As long as it doesn't get in the way of work. I mean, you gotta put yourself first, am I right?

 

The Kid looks horrified.

 

The Sandtown Kid: What? No. What kind of.. I mean, that's the same messed up thinking that left me abandoned at the Fire Station.

 

Jackson places an arm over the Kid's shoulder, pulling him in close and giving him some friendly advice.

 

Greg Jackson: Listen, Kid. I like you. You remind me a lot of a younger version of myself, all full of grit and determination. So let me be real with you. This business, it is just full of broads who want to hook up with the talent. Groupies are everywhere. Even most of the female wrestlers are kind of sluts. So you aren't ever going to figure out who your Dad was just stabbing around blindly in the wrestling biz.

 

The Sandtown Kid: No way. I've already got a lead. It's all coming together.

 

Greg Jackson: Do you know what it's like out there? I mean, in the big leagues. You got your little Baltimore thing here, and that's great, but once you're really on the road, there is tail everywhere. I mean, probably before you were even born, I was doing the circuit with my brother. I was only his manager back then, because like I said, there's only allowed to be two black wrestlers at the same time, but still! I was nailing chicks in New York, LA, heck, I probably boned like six chicks right here in Baltimore. I never knew their names, and I never saw them again. When it's that easy, your old man could be anyone.

 

The Kid grimaces, reflecting sourly on what Jackson has just said.

 

The Sandtown Kid: So you really think it could be anyone?

 

Jackson nods apologetically.

 

Greg Jackson: I mean, you're sort of black-ish, so I guess that narrows it down a little. There's never more than two black guys in the business. But DeMarco isn't even thirty yet. To have a kid like you, he'd have to be around my age.

 

The Kid shakes his head, refusing to accept it.

 

The Sandtown Kid: I don't care. If I've got climb my way up the ladder until I'm the biggest thing on television, sooner or later he's going to show his face.

 

Greg Jackson: Well, I hope you find him someday.

 

Jackson gives the Kid a one armed hug, pulling the boy against his side.

 

Greg Jackson: Now come on. I've got a very important match coming up very soon, be a brother and carry my bags.

 

The Sandtown Kid: Fine.

 

The Kid scoops up the oversized duffle bag and follows Jackson down the hall, lugging Jackson's excessive amount of travel gear for him along the way.

 

 

 

Upcoming OWF Network™ Shows! + Affiliates
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May 20th, 2016
OWF Presents: Friday Addiction
Alaska Airlines Arena – Anchorage, Alaska

 

 

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May 29th, 2016
OWF Presents: Power Hour - A Tribute to Glitterati
Stan Sheriff Arena in Honolulu, Hawaii

 

 

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May 30th, 2016
CW Presents: Chaos LIVE! - 19
The Carnage Arena in Baltimore, Maryland

 

 

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Check out the Card for NLW Rebirth 2!!!

 

 

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Match Three: CW Tag Team Championship Match: S&V vs. Zane & Ana vs. Glitterati vs. SHKM

Terra Skye: A lot of excitement coming up for the OWF Network!

 

Johnny Vegas: The OWF gets to go from the depths of Alaska to fucking Hawaii for their next Pay Per View, Powerhour... A Tribute to the Glitterati.

 

Ray Payne: Hey, is not dat da peoples dat are--

 

Terra Skye: Yes Ray! The Glitterati are wrestling tonight, actually in the next match, which is for the New Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championships!

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, and Ray's got a crush on that Chrimeny Christmas chick...

 

Terra Skye: Awwww really Ray?

 

Ray Payne: I... Uh... well.....

 

Johnny Vegas: See?

 

Matt Wylde steps into the ring, Microphone in hand.

 

Matt Wylde: Are you folks ready for the next match?!

 

The crowd cheers in response.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is an Elimination Style – Four way Tag team match to determine the FIRST CARNAGE WRESTLING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!

 


CW Tag Team Championships

 

Fatal Fourway Tag Team Match
(No Time Limit, Elimination Style, Last Team Standing Wins.)

 

 

"Rock the Casbah" by The Clash begins to play as pink and purple lights illuminate the stage area. The fans begin to boo loudly as they see Greg Jackson and Moxie Roxie, representing the Glitterati, who are holding hands as they emerge from the back.

 

The Glitterati

 

Johnny Vegas: Awww, Ray... don't look disappointed, I'm sure she's here.. somewhere.

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, They are the OWF Tag Team Champions, here tonight representing the Outsider Wrestling Federation.... The Team of Greg Jackson and Moxie Roxie... THE GLITTERATIIIII!!!!!!!!!

 

They stroll down the ramp like this as we see Greg and Moxie in the middle of a conversation among themselves, completely ignoring the negative reaction they're receiving. When they get to the ringside area we see the lovebirds let go of each others hands so that Moxie Roxie can approach the steel ring steps, followed closely by Greg Jackson.

 

Terra Skye: These two defeated Shaun Stewart and Lucy Wylde back at Campus Chaos to obtain the OWF Tag Team titles.

 

Johnny Vegas: Say, isn't that--

 

Terra Skye: YES! Lucy Wylde is Kyra Mohr's sister. I heard that she's in attendance tonight!

 

Ray Payne: Ohh! Dats so excitings yo.

 

Moxie ascends the stairs first and gets to the ring apron, turning around on the apron to watch as Jackson comes up right behind her to face her. Greg Jackson then picks up Moxie Roxie in his arms and plants a kiss on her, before gently setting her down over the ropes and inside the ring. Greg joins Moxie inside right after, as the duo poses for their sickened audience as the music fades out. As the Glitterati stand, unamused inside the ring; the sound of a woman laughing in near hysterics shatters the silence in the arena before the sound shifts into a grungy guitar riff. All eyes turn to the ramp, where a slim goddess with blonde hair stands atop the ramp, a blue spotlight shining behind her.

 

Shirlea Frost

 

Johnny Vegas: This woman knows how to move her hips, I'll tell you that right now.

 

Terra Skye: That's all you're worried about. Shirlea Frost is a talented wrestler in her own right, she's even stepped into the ring with our own Kyra Mohr.

 

She begins swaying her hips, dancing slowly and seductively to the beat of “Beautiful Dangerous”. She turns around, a sly grin on her face as she makes her way down the ramp, stopping halfway to the ring, and continuing to dance as her music fades into the beginning chords of “Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi. Shirlea Frost turns around and peers back at the entrance ramp, along with everyone in the arena as Vivian Lee struts out into the packed Carange Arena to a chorus of cheers!

 

Vivian Lee

 

Ray Payne: Yo! It's Miss Viv yo!!! Everyones lovins on Miss Viv... she's jus da bestest yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: * Mumbles * She's not so bad.

 

Terra Skye: Excuse me? What was that?!

 

Johnny Vegas: Nothing.

 

Matt Wylde: Next to the ring, The Team of Shirlea Frost and Vivian Lee... S AND V!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Lee strikes a pose at the peak of the ramp, before sashaying down the ramp and towards her partner. The two women meet up in the entryway and walk together to the ring. It's a this point that Shirlea selects one man at random along the barrier and stops in front of him, planting a very lewd kiss on him before slapping him playfully across the face. Vivian smiles as Shirlea rejoins her and the two approach ringside. Vivian hops up on the apron, doing a full split as she looks over at the announce table, and blows Ray Payne a kiss before rolling under the bottom rope and hopping back up to her feet, while her partner ascends the ring steps and climbs into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes.

 

Ray Payne: Oh, Miss Viv, she is jus so sweets yo.

 

Terra Skye: Both she and Frost have proven to be a force to be reckoned with here in Carnage Wrestling, and I don't expect tonight to be any different. Their methods might not be legal... but they most certainly are creative.

 

Johnny Vegas: Creative is a great word for it, Terra.

 

As Frost and Lee walk around the ring, taking notice of their OWF opponents on the far side of the ring, “Miracle” by Paramore begins playing over the PA System. The crowd shifts their attention back towards the curtain, as Ana steps confidently out onto the stage. She stands there, motionless for a few moments before moving to the far left of the stage, and pumping the crowd up a bit. Once the crowd is in a frenzy on the left, she moves to the right side of the stage, doing the same thing!! The smile on her face grows as she approaches the center of the stage and begins walking down the ramp, as her music fades out.

 

Ana

 

Johnny Vegas: Ana here, she's had a rough couple of weeks.

 

Terra Skye: You aren't kidding, Johnny. It all honestly started when she was thrown right into the middle of the JD/Kyra fiasco that encompassed the entire Carnage Championship picture.

 

Ray Payne: Dat time in histories is jus like da big ol bad spot in da apple of Carnage wrestlings yo...

 

Johnny Vegas: ….What?

 

Terra Skye: Quick, Johnny... Say something insensitive!

 

Johnny Vegas: I... uh.. You can't put me on the spot damnit!!!

 

The music no longer fades out, before the beginning beat of “You can't stop me” by Andy Mineo begins playing loud and clear over the speakers! Ana turns around just as Zane Levins busts through the curtain, decked out in his wrestling gear, and his trademark hoodie. He makes a beeline for Ana, grabbing her up in his arms, and planting a kiss on her lips, before turning out to the crowd and screaming!

 

Zane Levins

 

Matt Wylde: And their opponents, they are the team of ZANE LEVINS and ANAAAA!!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: THE BIBLE BUDDIES!!!

 

Terra Skye: Took you long enough.

 

Ray Payne: Dat name is kinda catchy doe. I kinda wishes dat dey would adopteds dat name fur dere team, yo.

 

The crowd roars back with cheers as Ana locks her arm with Zane's and the two make their way to ringside. Zane climbs the ringside steps first, and like the gentleman that he is; he holds the ropes open for Ana to step through. Within seconds, the pair are inside the ring, and faced with four of their opponents. The music fades out, and the six competitors all look around at one another, as they await the last of their opponents for this evening. “I’m An American” By La Coka Nostra begins to play over the loud speakers. The crowd gets hushed and doesn’t quite understand what’s going on.

 

Terra Skye: Well, we certainly know who we're expecting to come out, but I wonder why they've changed their music.

 

Johnny Vegas: Who in the hell knows.

 

I’m a product of America, youth psychotic from narcotics
Born consumers and STD’s, yeah I got it
A victim of a media machine, violence and lust
Top to bottom and greedy in between
I’m a menace with big dreams
And no morals to stop me from nuttin'
I gotta get mine, that’s why I went and copped me a gun
Police would put me in a cage if they could lock me in one
These dudes would kill me out of jealousy; they’d pop me and run
Shit, I’m bloodthirsty too-- we were raised with foul ways
It’s in everything we watch and listen to nowadays
And the younger kids are way more depraved
With a hunger for beef, some’ll run around the neighborhood crazed
Land of the free, home of the brave-- my world is a morgue
One day I’ll lay alone in a grave, still my dome is enslaved
In the haze of the power I crave
I can’t help it, this is how I was raised
(I'm an American)

 

As the words of the first man stop, Gary Altus and John Ojeda rip through the curtain. Wrath has a bottle of Grey Goose in his hand. The two of them stop and John bends the bottle back and takes a couple of huge gulps from the bottle. Wrath hands the bottle to Sokaris and he downs another big shot from the bottle. The boos are deafening as the two men stand in the center of the stage. Wrath and Sokaris start down the ramp as the lights begin to come up.

 

The Shovel Headed Kill Machine

 

Ray Payne: Dey is nots supposeded tah be drinkins yo.

 

Terra Skye: As with every other time we've seen Ojeda and Altus, they just do what they want. It makes me wonder what in the world Kyra is going to do with these two.

 

Johnny Vegas: My money is on a hitman... oh shit, did I say that outloud? Oooops.

 

My synergy’s a conspiracy, I hit the scene like spinning guillotines
Villains creep through your village deep while idiots sleep
I’m awake, dominate, annihilate, I violate
Obliterate, incinerate, exterminate, I’m an American
Murder, hate, violence and war, tyrants galore
Riots and more, a violent uproar, the rise of the poor, we monitor all
Everybody signed at the door
So walk out now or you may never survive at all
We murder capitals, turn hometowns to homicides
TNT tinted Econolines
My take on society’s beyond the fabrications that they prophesized
Colonize through modern lies
Economize and sodomize
Humanity everyday, vanity scrape
Gravity take hold of your sanity, wait
This is not an exercise, this is real life
Salvage your fate, contaminated planet of hate
The children sing a passage of faith
Lavish taste was a trait of Alexander the Great
Savage grace gravitate to mathematics & space
Like Dr. Malachi when the hidden cameras invade
Get shafted and played like the others these cannibals ate
(I’m an American)

 

Sokaris and Wrath stop at the bottom of the ramp and turn and start to circle the ring as they look at their opponents in the ring. Wrath takes another big gulp from the bottle of Grey Goose. Wrath walks around the ring until he sees a beautiful tattooed blonde girl dressed in SHKM gear, holding a sign that says “I’m a member of the Atrocity Exhibition”. Wrath walks up to the girl and she tilts her head back. Wrath dumps a big shot of the Grey Goose in her mouth. She gulps it down and then jumps up and hugs Wrath. Wrath leans down and kisses her quickly and then breaks away.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well holy shit, the douche bag does have a heart... I would'a never known.

 

Terra Skye: Oh whatever. Skank looks as crazy as he does.

 

America! America! God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea

 

I need a blowjob and a pizza
I’m an American

 

Ay yo, my gluttonous nature is imperialistic
I’m completely irrational, I’m unrealistic
Got the right to talk shit, got the right to bear arms
I bring disease, I bring famine with some guns and some bombs
Got my four-horse squad, my lightning rod
I’m in a beef with the Devil, not a fight for God
I’m from the Highland clans, I’m on some stolen lands
The crown jewel in the New World Order plans
Get your quarter cam, place your order, man
Step up right this way to slaughter, lamb
While every one of y’all's freedoms got emancipated
You just surfed on the net and you masturbated
We got hoes, we got thugs, we got sex, we got drugs
We got laws, we got all the right people to break ‘em
We got blood, you got oil, you got land we can spoil
We got bigger, better guns, yo I know we can take ‘em

 

The two monsters walk around the ring, eyeballing their opponents angrily. They both climb up on the apron in unison. Wrath downs some more alcohol, tosses the bottle to Sokaris, who does the same. Both men climb up on the top turnbuckles opposite from each other, beat their chests, rear their heads back, and spit their alcohol into the air as the music fades to silence.

 

Matt Wylde: And their opponents; They are the Team of Gary Altus and John Ojeda.. THE SHOVEL HEADED KILL MACHINEEEE!!!!!

 

The two men hop down from the turnbuckles and turn towards their opponents. The bad blood between most of them is apparent as the shit talking begins.

 

Johnny Vegas: I just want to say this right here, right now... this is not going to end well. I can feel it.

 

Terra Skye: I'm seriously hoping that no one gets injured tonight, because we all know that at least four of these competitors are sick and tired of being put at risk by stepping foot in the ring with Altus and Ojeda.

 

Ray Payne: Well, I thinks dat half da staff... Okies, maybe all of da staff is tireds of bein scaredz when dese two come into views.

 

Terra Skye: Lets not overlook the immense talent that's standing in that ring though, Ana, Zane, Shirlea and Vivian; all amazing talents, who have exactly what it takes to walk out of here with that Tag Team gold tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: And the spoilers in The Glitterati, those who are only here to prove to Carnage Wrestling that their new big brother, the OWF is the better of the two promotions, and that we shouldn't have our own Tag titles.

 

Ray Payne: I think dat is means yo.

 

Ref Jeff doesn't waste much time, as all four teams are growing restless. He quickly calls for the bell, getting this insane match underway!!!

 

Boy: Black holes are in the daytime!!!!!

 

DING DING!!!

 

The match starts off with John Ojeda of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine taking point against Ana of Zane and Ana. The two competitors circle around the ring as everyone else takes to one of the four corners assigned to their team. Ana fakes going in for a collar and elbow tie up and she gets Wrath to bite on it, Ojeda lunges forward but catches nothing but air. He spins quickly to square up with his opponent, but Ana lands a stiff shin kick to the back of Ojeda's left leg that immediately has the Carnage Legion cheering and Ojeda backing up.

 

Terra Skye: Ana means business early in this one.

 

Johnny Vegas: She'd better watch herself though, she of all people know what that bastard is capable of after Chaos eighteen.

 

Ojeda continues around in his circle but he takes successive shin kicks for a second and third time before he reaches the north side ring cables. Ana comes in a bit too strong too early, and Ojeda counters a fourth shin kick with a well placed knee lift that catches Ana in the abdomen. Ojeda irish whips Ana towards the south side ring ropes and drops down for a body trip, but Ana manages to hop over the huge 6'2”, 245 pound frame with no problem. Ana bounces a second time off of the ropes and this time Ojeda telegraphs a back body drop a bit too soon; it's countered with a toe kick that catches Ojeda squarely on the shoulder, however it only pops him right up so that he can throw a short lariat that takes Ana right down.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Ana is a talentedz performah in her owns right, yo. I does nots wunt peoples tah forgets dat, yo.

 

Terra Skye: She's definitely been in her fair share of battles. Most notably her match with Alexandra Kelly to determine the first Ultraviolent champion here in CW. And we can't forget the multiple matches against our Carnage Champion, Jackson. She's stood up against the best, unfortunately it hasn't resulted in many victories for her, but that could change tonight.

 

Ojeda pulls Ana back to her feet and executes a standing switch, taking a rear waist lock. Wrath attempts to pop off a german suplex, but Ana uses her leg to key up the knee of Ojeda. She uses the moment she's bought herself to smash the point of her elbow into Ojeda's grip, breaking it. She bounces off of the east ropes between S&V on the northern side and her partner Zane on the south side, and flies in with a double-leg dropkick. The impact has Ojeda stumbling backwards, all the way to the west side ropes, but not enough to take him off of his feet. Ana charges forward for a clothesline over the top rope, but Ojeda wisely counters with a back body drop that sends Ana over instead. Ana holds onto the top rope and lands on the ring apron, but she turns and is drilled from Gary Altus from the North-West corner and she falls to the padded floor below.

 

Johnny Vegas: And so it begins. Where's Jesus Boy when you need him?!

 

Ray Payne: Johnny, dey wills be fines, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'd watch out if I were them… everyone has seen what Altus and Ojeda can do when they're on the same page.

 

Ref Jeff immediately loses the handle on the match-up when Zane Levins drops down from his side of the ring apron to hustle over to check on Ana. Both Gary Altus and John Ojeda are down on the floor stalking Ana when Zane Levins comes from behind and smashes Altus between the shoulder blades. The impact shoves Sokaris into Wrath and the two butt heads as a result of the blow. Both Shirlea Frost and Vivian Lee hop down from their corner of the ring and take right to the Shovel Headed Kill Machine. The Carnage Legion cheers loudly when both Zane and Ana plus Lee and Frost each double team a member of SHKM, all while OWF's Glitterati gleefully watches on from their corner. Jeff drops down to the ring floor and tries his best to get between the three teams that are going at it tooth-and-nail!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll be damned, never thought I'd see the day when the four of them work together towards a common goal.

 

Terra Skye: They understand that taking Ojeda and Altus out of contention early is better for them than the alternatives.

 

Ray Payne: Alsos.. da Glitters, dem is stayin outtah it, yo. Dey must know dis is Carnage Businesses, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oooor…. They simply don't want to get their hands dirty.

 

Johnny Vegas: Gonna have to agree with Terra. Those two could care less about ‘Carnage Business’. They just don't want to exert themselves anymore than they have to.

 

Altus manages to shove both Ana and Zane off, long enough to charge forward and shove Vivian Lee full force, Lee flies back first into the steel barricade. Now only singled up, Wrath takes a hard knife edge chop from Shirlea Frost. Wrath backs up just enough from the blast for Frost to handspring off of the floor into a modified frankensteiner that flips Wrath over into a different section of the barricade, and the fans cheer. Ana and Zane grab Gary Altus from behind as he stalks Lee, and the two of them throw him over the barricade and into the first row of fans! Lee turns and hops up onto the barricade, and leaps off with a flying forearm smash that catches Sokaris in the face as he looks up. The Legion clears out a space for them as they continue to brawl on the floor!

 

Terra Skye: I'm honestly loving this! It's about time those two lowlifes find out what it's like to be ganged up on!

 

Johnny Vegas: Vivian Lee and Shirlea Frost really showing their toughness here.

 

Ray Payne: Wow.. you wuz nices tah dem yo. Dat is unlikes yous, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, well don't get used to it.

 

Terra Skye: You are right though, Johnny. Vivian and Shirlea have got to be the most solid team we have here in Carnage Wrestling. I know SHKM would beg to differ, however Shirlea and Vivian just have that ‘it’ factor when you see them in the ring together.

 

Jeff issues warning after warning, meanwhile, the Glitterati wait patiently in their corner of the ring. Greg Jackson and Moxie Roxie motion to the crowd that they are bored; with Greg Jackson signaling that the other three tag teams should be counted out! Soon, Referee Hawkersby and Ref Silent Cal come running down the ramp from the backstage area and they immediately immerse themselves in the crowd section of the brawl, doing their best to work Altus and Lee back into the ringside area, but Lee is too busy laying the boots to Altus. Shirlea Frost hops the barricade to join her tag team partner, and soon, Ana and Zane follow. Wrath pulls himself up from the barricade with an angry look on his face. He goes to step over the barricade when Greg Jackson hops down from the apron behind him.

 

Ray Payne: I wundah whut Mistah Gerg is gunna does, yo.

 

Jackson grabs Wrath on his shoulder from behind and turns him back towards the ring. Wrath spins around and is the recipient of a huge Superior Kick!!! Moxie Roxie drops down and the two members of the Glitterati work hard to pull Wrath up and to roll him back into the ring. Moxie slides back in, and she's watches as Wrath pushes against gravity to pull himself back to his feet. Moxie bounces off of the south side ropes and comes in with a devastating ax kick to the back of Wrath's head – Sparkling Priestess!!! Moxie drops down on top of John Ojeda for the cover, but there's no referee!

 

Johnny Vegas: Smart fuckers these Glitterati folk are. Waiting until everyone else is totally and utterly distracted, THEN go in for the kill! It's a genius plan, honestly.

 

Ray Payne: Cepts dat dere is no referees tah count da pinfallz, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Exactly, my mentally challenged companion.

 

Meanwhile, on the north-west side of the arena, among the crowd, the trio of Carnage Refs work to separate the two and a half teams from each other as two teams continue to gang up on Altus. Ana pulls Lee away from Altus so that she can stomp some on Sokaris, too. However, S&V take offense to that. Ana and Lee get into a shoving match as Shirlea Frost and Zane Levins watch on from behind; but this ends quickly as Shirlea Frost takes a cheap forearm shot at Zane that catches him square and sends him staggering in a backward direction. Frost follows up with a cartwheel kick to the face, but Zane is at least able to partially block it.

 

Terra Skye: Should've known the teamwork wouldn't last long.

 

Johnny Vegas: I mean they all hate Altus and Wrath, they all want to beat the ever living fuck out of them… so yeah, them working together was only going to last for so long.

 

Ray Payne: It has da pities, yo.

 

Meanwhile Lee and Ana have a strong grip on each others' hair and it allows Sokaris the opportunity to drop them both with a hard double-clothesline. Sokaris takes a moment to shake off the pain that he's been subjected to, but he looks up to find both Ref Jeff and Ref Silent Cal trying to guide him back to the ringside area, and he shoves both of them off. Up in the ring, Greg Jackson is calling out loudly for a referee to come into the ring. Referee Ed Hawkersby comes charging, flying over the barricade and sliding underneath the bottom rope to quickly check Wrath's shoulders! This is it for the Shovel Headed Kill Machine early!!! The Carnage Legion members yell out with each hit of the mat!

 

Terra Skye: COULD IT BE?!

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THRE-NO!!!!! WRATH KICKS OUT!!!

 

Terra Skye: NO WAY! No fucking way!

 

Ref Ed Hawkersby signals to Boy that it was only a two count and the entire Carnage Legion is shocked, as well as Moxie Roxie as John Ojeda manages to get his shoulder up after looking like he was out cold just moments ago.

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe it, John Ojeda just kicked out of two finishers from the two of the best wrestlers in the sport today in Glitterati!

 

Ray Payne: Ey yo, I gotsta give props ta heem, yo. Dat wuz imprezzive, even from da shovel head.

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn it. Ojeda was out cold for at least a minute there before Ed Whatserby came running up to make the pinfall. Have a referee right there, or have that happen later on in this match, and I'll be damned if he doesn't stay down.

 

Terra Skye: But are the Glitterati even legal? Who's the legal two teams?

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't even know anymore. I thought it was Ana and Ojeda.

 

Ray Payne: I thinkz yah iz rites, yo.

 

Altus sees what's going on in the ring and it doesn't take him long to abandon the fracas in the crowd and to rejoin the ringside action. Sokaris slides himself underneath the bottom rope and immediately goes after Moxie Roxie, cornering her by surprise and driving his knee into her solarplexus. Greg Jackson attempts to sneak up behind Altus to gain an upperhand, but Ref Hawkersby stops him and forces him back onto the ring apron with the threat of disqualification which seems less and less likely to happen as this brawl goes on.

 

Johnny Vegas: Threatening to disqualify HIM, when every fucking body else is outside the ring doing God knows what?!

 

Ray Payne: Dey is fightinz, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Jesus.. I just can't believe how quickly this match went awry. I mean, I really shouldn't be surprised, considering how many pissed off people we have involved.

 

In the crowd, Frost continues her assault on Zane Levins, who manages to block a forearm and retaliate with one of his own. Frost moves back towards the barricade, hopping over it, and waiting for Levins to follow. Levins steps over the barricade, and that's when Frost turns and spin kicks Zane in the chest. Ana and Vivian Lee both pull themselves back up to one knee, and before they can even stand they begin throwing kneeling punches at each other. Ref Jeff and Ref Silent Cal get between the two female wrestlers to break up their assault, hoping to finally regain some measure of order in the contest. In the background, Frost goes for another spin kick but Levins ducks it and moves off of the barricade. He grabs Frost from behind and hoists her up in the air for a back suplex, but drops her spine first down along the top of the railing!

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn! Jesus Boy is looking pretty ruthless tonight! Could this be a new Zane Levins we're seeing?!

 

Terra Skye: Zane Levins isn't going to sacrifice his morals just to get some gold here tonight. He really is a class act, which is why he and Ana make such a great team.

 

Johnny Vegas: In all honesty, I do respect Zane's wrestling ability. He's one of the few people I can sit here and watch, and not get bored. I guess that says something.

 

Ray Payne: Yeah, it sayz dat you actuallyz doez has a heartz yo!!!!

 

Inside the ring, Wrath has rolled himself underneath the bottom rope on the northern side of the ring as Ref Ed Hawkersby works to get Altus out of the corner. 1..2..3..4.. just before the count of five, Altus allows Moxie a clean break from the corner, which she immediately takes advantage of, jamming her thumb into the eye of Sokaris while Hawkersby is stuck in between them. Altus takes a couple steps backwards and it puts him in the perfect position for Moxie to drill him with a rope assisted jumping roundhouse kick. The Carnage Legion responds to the impressive display of agility that took Altus down and immediately Moxie goes for another cover..

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Gary Altus of SHKM is able to kick out right after the count of two!

 

Johnny Vegas: Another thing that I respect though, is the balls that it takes to come into another promotion, and tell everyone that you're the best, and that you're going to take their tag titles... but not only does that take an immense amount of guts, it takes an insane amount of talent to actually come out here and almost do it... TWICE!

 

Terra Skye: Well, lets not forget that Greg Jackson just competed in the Quest for the Best tournament, Winning the entire thing!! So I'm sure he's not at one hundred percent after all that he went through at the pay per view back on May 1st.

 

Ray Payne: CONGRATZ YO!!!

 

Roxie takes Altus by the head as she drags him over to Glitterati's corner. Moxie tags Greg and Hawkersby acknowledges the legal tag even though order still has yet to have been fully restored. Altus shoves Moxie's hands off of him, but not in time to stop the 2016 Quest for the Best winner from charging in with a front kick that catches him in the abdomen. Greg Jackson is looking sharp as he continues his assault all the way to the east ropes where he has Altus backed up. Greg Jackson grabs Gary Altus by the wrist and attempts an irish whip only to have it countered and used against him. Jackson bounds off of the west ropes and comes in at full speed only to take a shoulder tackle rather hard. Greg Jackson hits the mat and it's immediately apparent that he's still hurting from wrestling three full matches at the OWF Quest PPV two weeks ago. Altus takes advantage with an elbow drop that connects and he turns right into a pin attempt-

 

 

One!

 

 

Greg Jackson kicks out by rolling his shoulder up quickly!

 

Terra Skye: Altus trying to take advantage, but he doesn't realize that the Glitterati haven't really done a whole lot since this match started, so trying to pin any of them at this point just seems kind of silly.

 

Sokaris continues his assault on the Quest Winner with a huge open handed palm strike on Greg Jackson's back which causes him to scream out. Altus back to his feet and pulls G-Jax up with him; Altus hooks Greg for a vertical suplex and gets him part of the way up before Greg is able to counter. Greg drives his knee into the forehead of Sokaris, while upside down, causing Sokaris to drop Greg Jackson back down onto the soles of his boots. Greg turns the suplex clutch inward as he drops down with a conversion to an inside cradle, getting Altus' shoulders down on the mat!

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Gerg wif da pin yo!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I get the feeling that they're not going to like you calling him Gerg.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Altus just barely able to break out of the inside cradle!

 

Terra Skye: It's still anyone's game at this point, No one is giving up that easily. Who is going to be the first eliminated?!

 

Both men stand up from the inside cradle, and unfortunately have the same thing in mind as they drop each other with a hard clothesline.

 

Johnny Vegas: Great minds?

 

Ray Payne: Great mindz does whut, yo?

 

Terra Skye: Jesus... I can't even sometimes.

 

Meanwhile, Vivian Lee checks on Shirlea Frost on the outside of the ring. Zane and Ana have both reunited and move back to their corner on the southeast corner. Ref Jeff slides back into the ring and takes the point back from Hawkersby, Ref Jeff signaling that Glitterati is not one of the two legal teams that started the match-up. Zane Levins slides in quickly and attempts a pin on Greg Jackson first, but Ref Jeff refuses to count the pin. Levins then moves over to Gary Altus and attempts to pin him instead.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Sokaris kicks out at two again!

 

Terra Skye: This is a mess! How do they even know who is supposed to be legal here?!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm assuming that Zane and Altus are.. but I really don't know.

 

Zane Levins is quick to pull Sokaris up and place him in a rear chinlock submission. Wrath is still down and out on the ring apron, so Altus has no help coming from him. Ref Jeff checks the submission while Ref Silent Cal helps to make sure that Greg Jackson exits the ring and retakes his position in Glitterati's corner. Moxie Roxie is far less than pleased with Ref Jeff's interpretations of which teams are legal, but Greg Jackson doesn't seem to mind the breather. Shirlea Frost and Vivian Lee finally make their way back up to their corner to watch Zane Levins convert the rear chinlock into a sleeper hold on Sokaris. Ref Jeff asks Altus if he wants to quit but Altus flat out refuses any offer of the kind.

 

Ray Payne: Of coursez Mistah Alty iz nots gunna gives up yo. Dat wuld be sillies.

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, well.. Altus is all by his lonesome with his partner still out cold on the ring apron.

 

Gary pushes his way back up to one knee, and then another, finally regaining his vertical base with Levins practically hanging off of the back of him. Altus backs Levins into the closest corner he can find from instinct alone, using the turnbuckles as a weapon to smash Zane enough to get him to break the sleeper hold. Unfortunately, he had incidentally chosen S&V's corner and Vivian Lee makes a legal tag in on Zane Levins.

 

Terra Skye: Vivian Lee with the Tag on Zane Levins!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh, I certainly can't wait to see what she does now. She is one of my favorite wrestlers after all.

 

Ray Payne: Now I knowz dat is a lies, yo. You wuz alwayz saysing how muches you hatedz Miss Viv.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hate her as a person, yes. Hate her as a competitor? No. She's tough as nails, and you can just see that fire burning deep down inside of her. She's a wildcat, and she's dangerous. No one should underestimate Vivian.

 

Altus believes he's broken free, and clutches his neck for a moment to suck in precious oxygen, but he has no idea that Lee has perched herself onto the middle turnbuckle. She leaps off and catches the back of Altus' head with a one-armed bulldog that drops him face first in the center of the ring! She shoots a quick half-nelson on Gary Altus for the cover!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thre-NO! Gary Altus rolls his shoulder up at 2 & 7/8ths!

 

Terra Skye: FUCK!!! Vivian Lee had almost just eliminated the Shovel Headed Kill Machine!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: That would have been a huge relief to the rest of the teams here tonight, I'll tell you that much.

 

C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!

 

Vivian Lee is shocked as she looks up at Ref Jeff and pleads her case but an instant replay on the Carnagetron clearly shows that Altus barely rolled the shoulder up in time, so Shovel Headed Kill Machine lives on. Lee takes out her frustrations with mounted forearm smashes that catch Altus flush; Sokaris not able to do too much to block them at this stage in the match. Lee pulls Altus back to his feet and positions him in the center of the ring. Vivian Lee slaps Sokaris across the face hard, drawing an 'Oooh' from the Legion on hand here at Underground tonight before spinning around to attempt the second half of 'front hand, back hand'. But Altus somehow finds the wherewithal to duck the backhand, and to shove Lee from behind. Lee falls forward into her own corner where Shirlea Frost tags herself in. Altus falls backwards into Glitterati's corner where Moxie Roxie tags herself in!

 

Ray Payne: OH SHIZZ YO!!! Miss Shirleah and Miss Moxie is in da match now!!

 

Terra Skye: Be prepared for some fast paced action, I can't wait to see these two go at it!!!

 

Ref Jeff signals for Moxie to enter the match, but Greg Jackson steps through the ropes instead. There's an immediate commotion from Ref Jeff to fix the error, but Shirlea Frost charges Greg Jackson anyway. The two meet in the center of the ring where Greg Jackson lunges forward with another Superior Kick, but Frost manages to duck it! Frost behind Jackson, she leaps into the air and clutches Jackson for a double knee backstabber known as the Ice Breaker! But somehow Greg Jackson manages to grab a hold of the top rope on the west side of the ring and his grip keeps him from following Frost down to the mat!

 

Johnny Vegas: So Greg Jackson is the legal man?

 

Terra Skye: I guess so. But damn, those two are pretty evenly matched, don't you say? I hope the Glitterati think twice before downplaying the Carnage Wrestling superstars after this!

 

Frost rolls back up to her feet, but as she does, Moxie Roxie comes flipping off of the south side ropes with an Asai DDT known as the Tickled Pink!! NO!!! Shirlea Frost somehow manages to block the impact and roll her head out of the DDT clutch! Frost spins Roxie's arm around in an armbar before pulling half of the OWF Tag Team Champions in for a Beautiful, Dangerous kiss! The Carnage Legion is in a full uproar as Moxie Roxie flails her arms about as Shirlea Frost kisses her lewdly, only allowing Moxie to pull away so that she can deliver a Beautifully Dangerous roundhouse kick! No! Moxie ducks, and Greg Jackson comes over top of Moxie's back with a SUPERIOR KICK!!!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! Superior Kick out of nowhere!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: What? Oh, sorry... I was reliving that moment... Shirlea.. Moxie... Girl on Girl... Oh god.

 

Ray Payne: Hey.. uh... Whut?

 

Johnny Vegas: Nothing! Don't you worry about it until you get a little older!!

 

Referee Silent Cal has to enter the ring to pull Greg Jackson back to his corner! Greg Jackson goes back to his corner without much of a fuss. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Vivian Lee tries to step through the ropes, but NO!!! Greg Jackson is on the floor, and has somehow grabbed a hold of her ankle! Lee tries to kick G-Jax off, but inside the ring, Moxie Roxie goes for the cover on Frost!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

Matt Wylde: S&V have been eliminated!

 

Johnny Vegas: This can't be!!

 

Terra Skye: In an absolutely shocking turn of events, Greg Jackson kept Vivian Lee from getting into the ring to save her partner... and Boom, just like that S&V is eliminated from contention for the CW Tag Team titles.

 

Ray Payne: Dat is sadz yo. Whut a mean thing fur Mistah Gerg tah do. I guesses dat is why da peoplez ovah in da Ohh Dubbyah Effff does notz likez da glitters, yo.

 

Vivian Lee finally makes her way into the ring, but it's too late. Greg Jackson pulls himself up onto the ring apron, and waves goodbye directed at Vivian Lee. Lee has a few choice words for Ref Jeff and for the craziness that he has allowed since the opening bell and she's obviously very frustrated and upset. Moxie stands up long enough to mock Lee, which backfires big time. Vivian catches Moxie with a hard backhand smash that sends Moxie spinning around. Lee drops her head down and hoists Roxie up into an electric chair drop position before dropping her with the Bad Medicine!

 

Johnny Vegas: Vivian Lee isn't the Bitch that you want to mock, Miss Moxie!!! How'd that Medicine taste??!?!?! BAD?!?!?!

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, no. Just no.

 

Once more, the Carnage Legion finds it in their hearts to cheer for S&V, even though the trio of referees are now back in the ring to sort this mess out once more. Lee helping up Frost; Jackson helping up Roxie, and in the far corner Ana has stepped into the ring. Ref Jeff allows Greg Jackson to switch out with Moxie Roxie on the fly as Shirlea Frost and Vivian Lee make their exit from the ring. The two women eliminated first receiving a standing ovation from the Carnage Legion as Lee helps Frost up the ramp and to the backstage area, followed by Referee Silent Cal and Referee Ed Hawkersby.

 

S&V!!!! S&V!!!!! S&V!!!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Da Legionz is givin Miss Shirlea an Miss Viv some lovinz as dey leave tonite.

 

Terra Skye: Normally this duo is booed for their tactics, but tonight I think the legion saw what these two ladies are really made of. That and I am absolutely sure that they enjoyed the shit out of watching them beat the hell out of Altus and Ojeda... I know I did.

 

Greg Jackson turns his attention back towards the center of the ring, but the moment he does, he's drilled between the legs with a low blow kick by Ana! Ref Jeff never saw it, and Greg immediately drops down clutching the little jacksons! Ana's screaming in Greg Jackson's face and it draws Zane Levins in to pull Ana off of Greg!

 

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT!

 

Terra Skye: What would possess her to do such a thing?!?!

 

Ray Payne: Dat looked da painfulz yo.

 

Wrath is down. Moxie is down. Greg Jackson is now down inside the middle of the ring and now Zane has a reverse bear hug on Ana, practically dragging her back to their corner. Ana damn near throws back elbows at her own partner to break free so that she can come sliding down on both of her knees at Greg Jackson's head to throw closed fists! 1..2..3..4.. both Zane and Ref Jeff have to pull Ana off this time!

 

Terra Skye: She's like a woman possessed. Something has been off about her lately, but no one really knows what. I sure hope that it's not some kind of head injury that's gone unchecked, because I know that Ana sure has taken a lot of blows to the head as of lately.

 

Johnny Vegas: As far as I know, she's passed every single test that they've administered. This seems like it's something more than just simple aggravation.

 

Ana fights her way through, again, but this time she's more apt to pull Greg Jackson back to his feet so that she can deliver more punishment in a more legal way. Zane exits the ring to take the corner as Ana shoves Greg against the west side ropes, using them to springboard Greg's body back towards her in a slower motion so that she can drill him with a forearm shiv. Greg ducks, though, and when Ana tries to recover, Greg snaps off a good Nothern Lights Suplex that gives him the time that he so desperately needs to recover from the low blow shot moments earlier!

 

Ray Payne: Ey yo, dat wuz um, a good.. uhh.. chokeslams by Mista Gerg, yo!

 

Terra Skye: That was not a chokeslam.

 

Ray Payne: Uh huhs, yo. It sayz here right on Mista Gerg Jacksons biographies!

 

Johnny Vegas: Let me see that!

 

Terra Skye: Don't snatch it from Ray, that's rude! ...but let me see too!

 

Johnny Vegas: Uh huh. Says so right here. Northern Lights Suplex – please call it a chokeslam.

 

Terra Skye: That doesn't make it a chokeslam, though...

 

Ray Payne: He saids pleeze!

 

Greg is hurting and he inches, or in his case, pulls himself centimeter by centimeter over towards his corner where Moxie Roxie is still recovering from Lee's Bad Medicine. Greg Jackson lifts his arm up and out to reach Roxie's hand, but he feels a jerk on his leg as Ana is back up and has a pick on his ankle, and drags him back to the center of the ring! Ana looks like a woman possessed, and Greg appears like he's fighting for his life as he does everything he can to kick Ana away. Finally, Greg pulls both of his legs in and shoves Ana off with full force, which sends Ana colliding head to head with Ref Jeff!

 

Ray Payne: Oh noez! Mista Jeff is downs, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: This is never good. Some shit is about to go down, unless those other two dipshits come back out to help again.

 

Ana is on the ground clutching her head in pain, as the effects of recent concussions resurface very quickly. The Legion is on their feet as both Zane Levins and Moxie Roxie make their way into the ring now that the singular referee is down and out, Zane immediately going to check on Ana. Moxie moves toward the ropes where she takes something from her pocket and moments later she returns to the center of the ring. Zane stands up and turns, sensing Moxie's presence, but it's too late. Moxie spits a pink mist into Zane Levin's face! The Legion boos loudly as Zane drops down to the mat and clutches his eyes in obvious pain!

 

Terra Skye: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!?

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell was that?!

 

Ray Payne: I sure hopez dat Mistah Zaney is okies yo!

 

Greg Jackson is up and he pulls Zane Levins to his feet only to unceremoniously dump Zane over the top rope. Levins hits the floor hard but that's the least of his worries. The two members of Glitterati take advantage knowing that Ref Jeff is down and they turn their sights on Ana. Moxie Roxie pulls Ana back to her feet. There's a commotion in the crowd, but it's too hard to tell as everyone inside the Carnage Arena tonight is on their feet and booing the OWF invaders. Moxie stands Ana in position and Greg absolutely drills her with a Superior Kick!!! The Boos are deafening.

 

Johnny Vegas: And now you see why they acted the way they did at the beginning of this contest. They let everyone else wear themselves out, and now they're just picking at the scraps. They already eliminated Shirlea and Vivian... And now, with Zane out of it, and Ana's head practically decapitated from her body... I'd say that Zane and Ana are the next to be eliminated.

 

Terra Skye: I hope that you're wrong... but things aren't looking very good right now.

 

Moxie moves to revive Ref Jeff. Suddenly, a figure hops over the barricade on the south side of the ring. He slides into the ring and shoves Moxie from behind so hard that she tumbles through the ropes and out to the ringside floor below! Greg Jackson can't believe his eyes – it's

 

J.C.

 

Johnny Vegas: Who in the FUCK is THAT?!?!?!?!

 

Terra Skye: That's JC, another OWF superstar!

 

Ray Payne: Whut iz he gunna does yo?!

 

Greg Jackson readies himself for another Superior Kick, but he's quickly swept up by the much fresher JC as if he's not even a problem. JC spins around in the center of the ring and DRILLS Greg Jackson with a Solitaire Unraveling!!! The Carnage Legion is going absolutely nuts!

 

Johnny Vegas: They LOVE this guy!!!

 

Terra Skye: Well, to be honest, the Legion doesn't know JC, but they DO know the Glitterati, and the deplorable things that they've been saying about our beloved Carnage Wrestling...

 

JC grabs Ana and places her on top of Greg Jackson! He pulls Ref Jeff up by the back of his pants and sets him right into position to make the pinfall, before hopping back out of the ring. JC drills Moxie Roxie with a Big Boot of Death on the outside!!! This is unreal!

 

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

 

Ref Jeff slowly comes to, with Ana Leigh Clark out cold laying over-top of the Quest for the Best Winner Greg Jackson, who is also out cold! Ref Jeff slowly raises his hand up to smack the mat, the Legion screaming along with each count!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

Matt Wylde: The Glitterati has been eliminated!!!

 

Terra Skye: There you have it folks!!!

 

JC stays just long enough to admire his handywork, and he exits through the crowd just as quickly as he came.

 

Johnny Vegas: Comes in, saves the day.. and leaves. My kind of guy. I think I might have to tune into the OWF Network from now on... Gotta get to know some of these characters.

 

Ray Payne: Me's too's yo.

 

Ref Jeff shakes off the cobwebs, or attempts to, and has trouble getting back to his own two feet let alone check on the two competitors that are out cold in the center of the ring. Ana is the first up in a daze, but she's still clutching her head as the impact from a brutal superior kick has only made her splitting migraine that much worse. She sits up on her heels absolutely unaware of what had just happened, meanwhile Chrimeny Christmas and Elias T. Azul come running down the ramp, to ringside to collect their stablemates.

 

Ray Payne: Oh... mah... gawsh... Dere she is, yo.

 

Terra Skye: She's not concerned with you right now, Ray...

 

Ray Payne: She is jus so pretties, yo... I can'ts helps it.

 

Chrimeny slides in long enough to grab Greg Jackson and pull him out of the ring. Greg slides out to the floor, clutching his ribs and back, and he's well aware of what JC had just done to him and Moxie. Christmas aides Jackson as Elias T. Azul helps Moxie as the Glitterati make their way back up to the ramp. Greg reaches over to check on Moxie's face as all four members of the Glitterati can be heard talking about how they will get their revenge on JC. Meanwhile, Ana slowly stands up, looking around an empty ring that only contains her and Ref Jeff. She's left to wonder where Zane went.

 

Terra Skye: Well, we're down to two teams. Zane Levins and Ana... versus--

 

Ana turns around, but there she is met with the STIFFEST RIGHT IN THE BUSINESS!!! It's Ojeda! Wrath is back up after all this time! Ana goes down in a heap!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD...

 

Johnny Vegas: I.. I think we know who they're up against. Jesus that was a brutal hit.

 

Wrath drops down and goes for a cover on Ana! The roof is being blown off of this place in boos!

 

 

One!!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

ThreeeeeNO!!!! Ana kicks out!!! Wrath can't believe it!!!

 

Ray Payne: Dis roof iz gunna blow off da joint yo! No one canz believez dat Miss Ana jus kickeded out of dat hard right handz yo!!

 

Johnny Vegas: This just goes to show how fucking tough this chick is. She might be a bible buddy... but at least for tonight, she's alright in my book.

 

It's like the roof has been blown off of the place! Wrath clutches his forehead with both of his hands as he has no idea how Ana kicked out of the Stiffest Right in the Biz! Wrath begins to pummel Ana with mounted punches that Ana has barely no energy or consciousness to block.. which only draws louder boos. Ref Jeff slowly starts to warn Ojeda.. 1..2..3..4..5.. but Ojeda doesn't immediately stop the assault. Jeff reaches out to grab Ojeda's right arm to stop him from punching Ana, but Ojeda simply shoves Ref Jeff away!

 

Terra Skye: And there he is, showing why he's one of the biggest dickheads in this federation. Can't just get back on the offensive, NO.. he's gotta assault everyone in his path.

 

Johnny Vegas: These two are monsters. Plain and simple... and even I don't like them, so that tells you something, don't it?

 

With all of the action that has gone on, Jeff allows the match to continue, but he's screaming in Ojeda's face to play it by the rules or else. It takes everything Wrath has not to destroy this referee right here, right now, but somehow John Ojeda is able to turn his attention back to the match at hand. Ojeda stands and pulls Ana back to her feet by her hair, and makes a cutthroat signal out to the crowd. Ojeda screams at Ana to Kneel and Die for him, but Ana slaps Ojeda across the face!

 

Terra Skye: You bitch slap that asshole honey!!! YESSS!!!!

 

The crowd goes absolutely nuts!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: This action is intense!! Come on! Get him again!!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Ana! You can does this yo!!!!!!!!

 

Ojeda grins and cocks his right hand back for a second Stiffest Right in the Biz, but Ana takes a quick side step back. She throws her foot up for the EAT THIS! Ojeda ducks! The superkick travels through and catches a lurking Gary Altus square in the jaw, instead! Gary goes tumbling back towards the ropes where Zane Levins pulls the top rope down, causing Sokaris to crash and burn on the floor below! The Legion are on their feet!

 

Ray Payne: SHE GOTS MISTAH ALTI YO!!! SHE GOTS HIM!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Unfortunately that's the wrong Asshole!!!

 

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

 

Ana turns to square up with Ojeda once more, but Ojeda shoves Ana causing her to slam back first into Zane Levins, knocking him off of the apron! Ana stumbles forward, where Ojeda kicks her in the midsection. Ojeda hoists Ana up onto his shoulders and powerbombs her onto the ropes, catching her on the downswing with a knee to the face! Narrow Grave!!! Ojeda rolls Ana over for the cover, hooking both legs as he digs his feet into the canvas!

 

Terra Skye: Narrow Grave into a Pin!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Is this it?!?!

 

 

One!!!

 

 

Two!!!!

 

 

Three!!!!!

 

DING DING DING!!

 

Matt Wylde: Ladies and Gentlemen, Zane and Ana have been eliminated! Therefore, your winners, and NNNNNEEEEEWWWWWWW CARNAGE WRESTLING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSSSSS, THE SHOVEL HEADED KILL MACHINEEEEE!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Indeed it is...

 

Terra Skye: Ana and Zane almost had it. Hell, all of the teams tonight really had a hell of a shot at being the first Carnage Wrestling Tag Champs... but unfortunately the Shovel Headed Kill Machine comes out on top.

 

Ray Payne: Unfortunatez iz da undahstatements of da centuries yo.

 

John Ojeda sits up on his heels and he almost cannot believe in this moment. This tag team match was an absolute clusterfuck and SHKM survived. Gary Altus and Zane Levins both struggle on the outside to pull themselves back into the ring, but it's all a moot point as CW Trainers and EMTs come rushing down the entrance ramp to survey the carnage. A groggy Ref Jeff reaches through the ropes and hands Wrath one of the two brand new CW Tag Team Championship Belts while he hands the other to Altus who is slow to roll himself into the ring. The two members of Shovel Headed Kill Machine share an embrace as they are crowned the first ever CW Tag Team Champions!

 

Terra Skye: Those belts are far too beautiful to be held by such... heathens.

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't really disagree with you there.

 

Ray Payne: It wouldah been nice fur Miss Ana and Mistah Zaney to has been walkinz outta dis match wif dose belts... it wouldah been redempties fur all da heartachies dat she been throughz wif da wurld titlez yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's true Ray. Winning these tag belts would have eased a lot of hurt that she's gone through in the last few months. But this isn't the end, I'm sure of it.

 

Zane Levins rolls in the ring, his face still covered in pink paint, and he's there at the same time that EMTs begin to work on Ana, who is unconscious but breathing; and they work to stabilize her neck with a brace. Shovel Headed Kill Machine look like they are interested in causing even more harm, but Kyra Mohr and other members of staff, and a truckload of security make their way down the ramp as well to make sure that Ana of all people is taken care of.

 

Terra Skye: There's security, and even Kyra is out here; making sure that her new champs don't ruin anything else.

 

Johnny Vegas: She'd better be careful.

 

Terra Skye: What?

 

SHKM think twice and roll out of the ring with their new championship belts in hand as “I'm an American” begins blaring over the Carnage Arena PA just loud enough to be heard over the boos. They back up the entrance ramp slowly to survey the damage, but to also hold their championship belts high in the air. The Legion pepper them with balls of trash – mostly hot dog wrappers – as SHKM make a detour from the curtain and head through the crowd. They work their way over to concessions where they steal a few beers and begin to chug them much to the chagrin of the crowd.

 

Johnny Vegas: Classy, as always.

 

Terra Skye: A new era in Carnage Wrestling has just begun... I'm afraid.

 

Inside the ring, Zane Levins looks up at SHKM furiously as they celebrate while Ana is being loaded onto a stretcher. Ana appears to be awake now and moving her extremities. Zane turns her attention back towards her. The entire Carnage Legion, and those watching on the OWF Network at home, watch as Shovel Headed Kill Machine choose to make their exit from the Carnage Arena through the front door with what appears to be a case full of pillaged beer and the CW Tag Team Championship straps.

 

Ray Payne: Thanks gawd dat iz ovah, yo.

 

 

 

HALL OF LEGENDS INDUCTION - SINC MERCIER

Johnny Vegas: Here comes the part of the evening that I've been waiting for.

 

Ray Payne: Da Matt Stones match isn't until latah yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: No you idiot! Of course, I am looking forward to watching my man, Matt Stone take care of business in a little while, but I was referring to the induction of one Mister Sinc Mercier into the Carnage Wrestling Hall of Legends!!!

 

Terra Skye: Indeed this is a big night for Carnage Wrestling, First, at Ascension – We inducted the Ultraviolent Icon, Tweeder into the Hall of Legends.. and tonight, we induct another Carnage Wrestling original...

 

Ray Payne: A real bigs asseshole yo.

 

Terra Skye: I admit, the things that Sinc did when he returned to Carnage in 2015 weren't like the Sinc we knew back in 2010... but you know it as well as I do, Ray. Without Sinc Mercier, Carnage Wrestling wouldn't be where it is today.

 

Johnny Vegas: I couldn't agree more. He was the first Carnage Champion. He and Tweeder battled it out over months upon months over that very belt. Some of those wars are still talked about to this very day. Remember Ultimate Carnage 2010?

 

Ray Payne: I remembahs dat yo. Dat wuz da show dat determined da furst evah Carnage Champ yo. Whut a nite.

 

The lights dim out a little bit, as the Carnagetron lights up and “Save me” by Burn Halo begins playing over the PA System. The crowd half boos, half cheers as the screen lights up with images of Sinc Mercier, both from his time in CW from 2010, and from the time he spent here in 2015. Videos and Still shots alternate of him in various matches and promos. A shot of he and Tweeder atop scaffolding high in the air; the two men trading punches and nearly falling as they grab onto one another. The crowd gasps as this blast from the past plays, until it cuts to another shot, this time of Sinc Mercier fighting Doctor Winn, and the crowd begins booing. The Music begins to fade, as a soft voice begins speaking.

 

??: It all started in 2010.. when Carnage Wrestling opened it's doors. A man named Doctor Winn had a dream, and his dream was for Baltimore to have a wrestling promotion like no other; not knowing that he'd draw in people like 'The Ultraviolent Icon' and 'The Arrogant Aviator'.... not knowing that those two men would change the landscape of this federation... forever.

 

Kyra Mohr steps out onto the stage, with the microphone to her mouth.

 

Kyra Mohr

 

Kyra Mohr: When you think of Carnage Wrestling, sure.. you think of Doctor Winn, you think of people like Ana, Lily Parker, The Masked Debators, Virus, Phoenix Matsuda... But most of all, you think of Tweeder...

 

A smirk crosses her lips.

 

Kyra Mohr: and Sinc Mercier. He was the first, and some will argue that he is the best. I'm not here to argue that point with all of you; no, I'm here to induct this man into the Carnage Wrestling Hall of Legends alongside his biggest adversary, his toughest enemy... Tweeder. Two men who deserve to be immortalized, who deserve to be forever remembered for their contributions to this once small promotion, struggling to make ends meet. It is thanks to these two men, that we are who we are today. It is because of Sinc Mercier that Carnage Wrestling has taken the next step in it's evolution, and will soon be known around the country.

 

The crowd slowly begins clapping as Kyra moves slowly towards the ring, where a cloth is draped over a tall item in the middle of the ring.

 

Kyra Mohr: I may not be the right person to be doing this, considering not too long ago, Sinc and I were fighting for ownership of Carnage Wrestling, but through all of that...

 

She climbs the ring steps, and manages to get herself into the ring without incident. She moves in beside the anomyous item, and places her hand upon the fabric, looking out into the camera.

 

Kyra Mohr: Through all of that, there has always been an undying respect for Sinc Mercier. I was there in 2010, I watched this man practically run this company as the World Champion. I witnessed those historic battles between he and Tweeder, he and Phoenix Matsuda; and I was honestly lucky enough to have fought my own battle with him, at Ultimate Carnage 2015. Anytime you get to witness one of the best in this business climb through these ropes and into this ring... feel privileged. Feel honored, because you never know when it'll happen again.

 

??: Listen Kyra, this is sweet and all, but I agree with you, you're not the right person to be doing this.

 

Kyra looks around, trying to identify the person behind that voice.

 

Just then, all the lights go out in the arena and ‘Joker and the Thief’ by Wolfmother starts to play over the speakers as strobe lights flicker around the arena.

 

Johnny Vegas: What in the hell was that?!

 

Terra Skye: I can't see a thing!

 

Ray Payne: Some one turns da lights on, yo!

 

Suddenly, the lights come back on, and everyone can finally see what all the commotion is about. TWEEDER is standing on the announcers table!!!

 

Tweeder

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit, it's Tweeder!!!

 

Ray Payne: YO!!! Tweedzzz!!!!

 

Tweeder looks down upon the commentary team, and puts his microphone up to his mouth.

 

Tweeder: I think you have something for me, Ray.

 

Ray nods his head and reaches down, under the announce table.

 

Terra Skye: Wait a damned minute, you knew he was going to be here?!

 

Ray Payne: Nots reallies yo... he sented me dis box, so I broughted it to undahgrownds.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is fucking surreal.

 

Ray hands Tweeder a barbedwire bat and Tweeder jumps down off of the announce table and moves to join Kyra in the ring. Kyra can only shake her head, while the Ultraviolent Icon paces around the ring in front of her, as the crowd goes absolutely insane.

 

TWEEDER!!! TWEEDER!!!

 

C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!

 

Tweeder is standing in the ring and wanting to speak, but can’t because of the crowd chanting C-DUB over and over while some people are still going bat shit crazy. Finally after giving the crowd the look that he might fuck some of them up, things finally quiet down a bit.

 

Tweeder: Now, it's finally time to get down to business. Just to refresh everyone's memory... most of you know that I retired from wrestling back in October of 2012.

 

The crowd starts booing, but a quick glance from the Ultraviolent Icon ceases that almost instantaneously.

 

Tweeder: Since then, I've had a few side projects going on. Another Carnage Wrestling alumni, Phoenix Matsuda, he was in on some of those deals, and helped me fund a few things. Life was going pretty good. Then in August of 2015, I find out that I'm being inducted into the Carnage Wrestling Hall of Legends. Funny, as I never really thought of myself as a Hall of Famer. I've always thought of myself as the Dennis Rodman of wrestling who did the shit that no one else wanted to do, but was always overlooked. I didn't always fit the image, and I know I still don't... but Carnage is one of the three places I have ever considered home... so here we are.. Underground 3.0... Survival.

 

He steps out towards the ropes, leaning upon them as the Legion cheers.

 

Tweeder: I know that we're here to talk about some wanker... but I have a few more things that I'd like to say before I get to that.

 

He pauses again, looking out upon the Carnage Legion.

 

Tweeder: Do you remember back when Carnage first opened in 2010? Do you remember how people thought that we were just going to end up just like those other promotions that had only one or two shows, and then folded? Those fuckers told us that we'd never last six weeks, let alone six months. I remember back in December of 2010; and when those same muppets got all offended because we ended up being the best up and coming wrestling federation. I remember those sectarian pandas crying like they were about to become an endangered species. I remember being kicked out of their little circle, being branded the black sheep of the wrestling world... but guess what motherfuckers? We made it a year! We proved all of you wrong. Yeah, Carnage closed. It hurt. But one year ago tonight, I get a call saying that Carnage is reopening... and here we are a year later. Still fucking standing. Where are the rest of you? I don't know about the rest of you, but all I hear is crickets.

 

The crowd roars in approval as Tweeder bashes those who told Carnage Wrestling that they'd never make it.

 

Tweeder: Now that I've got that off my chest, lets talk about what I really came here to talk about – One of the few people who helped make Carnage what it is, and helped mold the legacy that Carnage holds to this very day. Yes, I'm talking about Sinc Fucking Mercier who is a damn ignorant piece of trash!

 

Everyone within the Carnage Arena is hanging on Tweeders every word.

 

Tweeder: He and I had battles like no one had ever seen before in Carnage. Two polar opposites, and while he sucks as a comedian, he ain't too shabby of a wrestler. When he first came here, I thought he would be another Quentin Sharpe, Virus.. you get the picture. But he did alright for himself in this environment, which is better than what I can say for a few others. It's no secret that Winn struggled a bit back then, and when he needed to pay the bills... and needed a show that would bring in the money, who did he call? It wasn't Ghostbusters, I'll tell you that. No, it was Sinc and I – and we put on shows that sunk the Titantic and made those other places wish that they were like us. Ya, we might not be part of a council or a band of Knights.. but we stayed true to who we were. We always have, and we always will! So, Sinc... get your ass out here right fucking now!!! You hid behind a camera the last time we did this; so why don't you come face me like a man this time! I have a few things to say to you.

 

The crowd is amped up, wondering if Sinc Mercier is actually in the building, and if he's actually going to come out and face his old adversary, Tweeder in the middle of a Carnage Wrestling Ring again!!!

 

Terra Skye: This is insane!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't even contain my excitement, what if we get ANOTHER Sinc/Tweeder battle right here tonight, at the one year anniversary show?!?!

 

Ray Payne: Oh mah gawds yo... Dat wuld be da bomb, yo!!!

 

There is absolute silence from the entrance and the Carnage Tron. The crowd isn’t too happy about it, but at the same time they seem to be understanding that Sinc and Tweeder do have a bit of history. Tweeder just pacing back and forth wanting to give Sinc the benefit of the doubt, but after a few minutes, he decides screw it and continues.

 

Tweeder: Well, I guess you aren't going to come out here.. I don't know... maybe you're out getting some egg wolls, and you are trying to remember your chopsticks... Anyway... Since you're obviously not going to show up, I'll just say it how it is. You, me, and everyone in this arena here tonight, and everyone who has ever watched a Carnage Wrestling show, knows that you and I hate each other. They also know that last time, you were just afraid that you would get the Ruck over again. I get it, but this isn't about that. Think about this, if I hated you so much, don't you think I would have made your life a living hell by now?

 

A small smirk comes across the lips of the Ultraviolent Icon, something that doesn't happen very often.

 

Tweeder: Sinc, you may still suck as a comedian, and you may still annoy the shit out of me; but there is one thing that no one can deny: You were the first Carnage World Champion, and there will only ever be one first... no one can ever take that from you. After Carnage closed, I'm sure no one expected it to reopen, let alone have THE Sinc Mercier back for the second incarnation.. and trust me, that's rare now a days. Most people would have bailed, would have talked shit about their former place of employment... Yet you didn't, and that earns some damn respect in my book. You're one of a kind man. Yes, this isn't as cool as Awesome Shit My Drill Sargent Said...but it is something damnit! I'm trying to be nice here.

 

The crowd cheers again as Tweeder takes a deep breath.

 

Tweeder: So Sinc, here it goes you sick motherfucker... I am pleased to announce that you are the SECOND Inductee into the CARNAGE WRESTLING HALL OF LEGENDSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

He turns around and looks at Kyra, who happily pulls the cloth off of the item sitting in the center of the ring, revealing the bronze plaque with Sinc Mercier's picture engraved on it, as well as his name and his other accolades!

 

 

As the crowd works themselves up into a frenzy, Tweeder hops out of the ring, and makes his way back towards the backstage area. The Legion watches his every move, and when he gets to the stage, he turns back around, glaring at Kyra Mohr, and the rest of the Legion, who can sense he has something more to say.

 

Tweeder: I haven't decided yet, but this might not be the last that you all see of me...

 

With that, he turns and exits the arena, leaving the Legion wanting more!

 

Terra Skye: That is HUGE!!! Not only is Sinc Mercier now in the Hall of Legends, but Tweeder just announced a possible return!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Possible. Not definite. I'm not going to count my chickens until they're hatched, Terra. But the possibility of it is absolutely--

 

Ray Payne: AWESOMEZZ YO!!! I cannots believez it, I jus cannots believez it.

 

 

 

Backstage: The Blonde and the Bastion
We come backstage after another spectacular Underground match to see Greg Ace, ace reporter for Carnage Wrestling standing with an excited look on his face. He raises his microphone up to his mouth and starts talking to the Legion.

 

Greg Ace

 

Greg Ace: Horseradish! Ladies and Gentlemen, we have such a great honor before us this evening and I can’t wait to see how everything turns out, and the one match that I’m looking forward to the most will see Jackson defending the Carnage World Title against, what I’m proud to say, brains! is my guest at this time. You may know her as many things, but after tonight, there’s a damn good chance that you’ll know her as the new champion! Without any further ado, allow me to introduce to you Melody Lennox! Lancaster Pennsylvania

 

The camera pans outwards, revealing the petite blonde to the side. She blushes at the grand introduction, her cheeks blazing a very heavy shade of red. Peering up at him from her gaze that had been pointed to the floor, she speaks in a tone barely above a whisper, even though there is a microphone before her.

 

Melody Lennox

 

Melody Lennox: Well… um, t-thank you…

 

The number one contender to the World Championship cupped her hands before herself, dressed in a black athletic jacket, zipped from the waist to the neck, covering her tiny, toned midsection and most of her shorts. Clunky black kneepads and black boots finish her look off.

 

Melody Lennox: It’s… it’s an honor to be here, really. Thank you for having me.

 

Greg Ace’s smile grows wider, almost a little too wide and it could be off putting if you didn’t know he was a harmless over actor.

 

Greg Ace: Thank you for letting me interview you, fish food I know there are a few others you could have...well let’s not talk about them, let’s talk about you, Melody. You’ve been on a tear since coming into Carnage Wrestling, but you’ve remained as grounded and humble as anyone here, how do you manage your success so well? Home and Garden Magazine

 

She found a small smile, the hue in her cheeks slowly starting to die down to their normal, tanned beige complexion.

 

Melody Lennox: I um, I think it’s important to not forget where you came from. You know? At one point or another, all of us were fans in the stands or watching at home. It’s important to remember your roots… b-because well, they make for strong trees, right?

 

The World Title hopeful smiled a little more widely - seemingly hopeful in her answer, rather than confident.

 

Melody Lennox: It’s important to not be conceited because at any moment… anyone could, or even would, knock me off of my perch. I… I-I don’t think I’m anything special. Just someone who is lucky enough to have an opportunity to explore their passion.

 

Greg nods along to what Melody is saying, hanging on to every word she speaks as if it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever heard, so much so that he actually forgets he’s the one interviewing and that leads to a few seconds of awkwardness before he snaps back to his professionalism.

 

Greg Ace: I completely understand what you’re saying Melody, though I for one think you’re quite special. bridges and ladders Special enough to defeat Jackson in that ring, and the best part is that we all know if you do, you’ll do it the right way. Do you have any doubts about Jackson playing this match by the rules? He’s claimed that he’d do anything to hold on to his title, afterall. Flowers

 

That smile fell. She folded her arms behind her back, a little disheartened.

 

Melody Lennox: I… hadn’t considered that…

 

She cleared her throat, not wanting to appear down for too long. After all, if there was one thing she was certain about, it was that people would be watching.

 

Melody Lennox: But, no… I-I mean, I hope not. As much as Jackson loves this title, I think he knows what it’s like to have something you’ve earned taken from you. He saw that with Ana. The crusade he went on to regain what he never lost was something just great. B-but, if Jackson is the man that I know him to be, I know he wouldn’t want to subject anyone to that… a-at least I hope not...ooh…

 

She gently chewed on the inside of her cheek, nerves beginning to settle in. Greg doesn’t pick up on any of this, of course, and just goes on like a good interviewer would, which may leave a few of our loyal viewers a little impressed.

 

Greg Ace: Glass walls, made of glass Well he hasn’t said to me anything that would lead me to believe he would do anything like that, but if you’re going to be the next Carnage champion, you’ll have to try and figure out all possible scenarios, don’t you think so?

 

Melody Lennox: Well… I-I guess, maybe? I, I’m not sure… I-I mean…

 

She frowned, definitely at a loss for words; she would have expected something like that out of Synnstarr who had been very public with her dislike for Melody, but Jackson? He was a harder book to read. She took a step back, concern and worry written across her face at the idea that Ace had planted into her head. Greg was going to ask a follow-up question but he was soon displaced as another championship match participant had come in, Carnage’s own UltraViolent champion, Matt Stone. Frequent viewers would immediately recognize his own “Shut Me Up” T-shirt he was wearing, along with his usual wrestling tights being concealed by the prettiest thing in the world, according to him, the UltraViolent championship itself.

 

Matt Stone

 

Matt Stone: Gosh Greg, read the room. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable.

 

Greg tries to reply, but the Abominable Showman puts his hand in front of his mouth.

 

Matt Stone: No, you’re done, I’ll take over.

 

Stone takes the microphone away from Ace and pushes him out of frame, leaving him with Melody.

 

Matt Stone: You know, on second thought, we’re done with you, too, Sweetheart. You have a match to prepare for, I’ll take it from here.

 

The UV champ walks away from melody, camera following him and stopping only he’s in the frame, the way he likes it.

 

Matt Stone: Now that we’ve talked about the warm-up match folks, let me talk for a bit about the main event. That’s right, it will be me taking on not one, but two challengers. Both Dazi and Sabiru want to take my title, they’ve made no delays in letting you all know that. Of course they’ll fail, and I’ve got a little something special planned for you all in just a little bit when I make my way out to the ring, but I feel like a few things need to be addressed first. Like how Dazi has apparently not seen Chaos 16 where I defended this title against...and this is going to blow her mind, Sabiru! Yeah, that’s right, I defended the title, successfully, against the third man in our match. I might not have read all thirteen thousand tweets of hers, quite impressive, but I’ve at least watched the shows for the company that I work for. Sheesh. Another little tidbit I want to address? I’m not a fluke. To quote her, duh. I am a winner through and through and after tonight, when Dazi once again loses, I’ll be through with her for good. The best part? It was her idea, she wanted this one or done stipulation and I don’t mind it at all. Out with the old and in with the new, I say.

 

A smirk crosses his lips as he continues.

 

Matt Stone: Before we get new, we have old one more time in Sabiru. Here’s a man who knows nothing of my work. I like people? I can’t name three people that I like and I’m counting myself on that list. I know people, I’ll give you that, but like? No, I’m not about that life. I keep my friends close and in this business? All of my friends are on screen right here. As for my weapons failing? I don’t need them. Guns, as you’ve chosen for your metaphor, aren’t something that I miss with. I’m the Straight Shooter for more reasons than simply because I like to talk, but for all of your talking, what did you really say? That you’ll destroy me because it’s what you do. Well I win matches Sabiru and I do it because it’s what I do. I understand you think you have this great advantage because this is your style of match, but that’s where your naivety shows, not mine. I know my strengths and I know my weaknesses, as few as they may be and if you think I’m going to be caught out of position, then you really don’t know me at all. I’ll forever be the Ultraviolent champion here and everyone best get used it. This title is mine and there isn’t a damn thing any of you can do about it. Don’t like it, good luck in shutting me up. Back to you, Johnny. The other people can talk too, I guess.

 

Stone walks off camera as we head back to ringside.

 

 

 

Match Four: UltraViolent Championship Triple Threat - Stone(c) vs. Miyashita vs. Sabiru

Johnny Vegas: I just love that guy.  He's the epitome of everything a GREAT champion should be.  Confident.  Cocky.  Obscenely Handsome.  Not to mention--

 

Terra Skye: We get it, Johnny.  You're infatuated with Matt Stone. 

 

Ray Payne: It most certainlies seemeded dat wayz yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh, so I suppose you two like someone like Melody Lennox better?  You like Miss Goodie two shoes, gonna do what Ana couldn't..

 

Terra Skye: As a matter of fact, yes.  I greatly respect Melody Lennox and her resolve to remain true to herself in this crazy world.  I mean come on, when you have a federation filled with people like John Ojeda, or Jackson... It's hard to maintain who you are amongst all of the turmoil. 

 

Ray Payne: I loves Miss Mellie yo.  She iz da mostest inspiringist ladies in da world, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Please, It's not even time for the main event yet... Don't ruin this next match for me... Because it's time to watch a real pro do what he does...

 

Matt Wylde steps back into the ring, ready to get the second half of the show underway.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is a Triple threat match for the ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 


CW UltraViolent Championship

 

Triple Threat UltraViolent Rules Match
(No Time Limit, No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere, First Pinfall or Submission wins.)

 

 

Terra Skye: The championship that was named after the man whom we just saw out here not too long ago, Tweeder. 

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Tweedz iz da original Ultraviolent superstah in CW, yo.

 

The lights in the arena dim, as “It's All About Me” begins playing over the PA System.  The crowd has a mixed reaction as Dazi steps out from behind the curtain, and out in front of the Carnage Legion!!  A smirk crosses her lips as she stands center stage, glaring out at the Legion; who are pretty split on how they feel about their former Ultraviolent Champion.

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm surprised that the crowd is so split concerning Dazi.  She's been a real fireball lately.

 

Terra Skye: More like, she's been absolutely out of control.  Blindsiding Zane Levins, and taking out Nick Perry... She's been hell bent on getting this Ultraviolent title back into her possession, and she hasn't cared who she hurt to do it.

 

Ray Payne: Honestlies, yo?  Dat soundz a lotz like Tweedah.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'll be damned, he's right.  Tweeder would be proud of this little hellion here.  Remember how many people Tweeder took out back in the day?  Dazi could be the female Ultraviolent Icon.

 

Terra Skye: Dazi Miyashita has taken the UltraViolent Championship and made it her own quest for glory. I would be surprised if we ended 2016 without another Miyashita UV Championship run, let alone this evening.

 

Ray Payne: Dat'z I haz to agreez with, yo.

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, standing in at five foot, five inches and weighing one hundred and twenty two pounds, she is DAZI MIYASHITAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

 

She begins walking to the ring, as some fans try to garner her attention.  She turns her head, and nods to a few of them, telling them that she's walking out of here with HER belt back on HER shoulder.  She smiles big as she hops up on the ring apron and does her trademark split, before rolling under the ropes and standing up and posing for the crowd!  As her music fades out, The quiet, unassuming guitar riff opening of "Devil's in the Details" by Walter Sickert and The Army of Broken Toys takes over; signifying 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.

 

Sabiru

 

Terra Skye: I just love this song. It makes me want to join in and clap with the rest of the Legion.

 

Johnny Vegas: I think he does this on purpose, to make everyone relax before he kills them.  In all seriousness though, for a dude that comes out to music like this, he's a fucking badass inside the ring.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Sabby iz nots afraidz tah use whutevah he gots tah use tah gets da jobs done, yo.  Dats whyz he wuld makes da perfectz EUUUU VEEEE champz, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh, shit.

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?!?!?!  You mean to tell me that you think THIS guy is a better Ultraviolent Champion than THE MAN HIMSELF... MATT MOTHERFUCKING STONE?!?!?! 

 

Ray Payne: Well, yah...yo... I meanz Mistah Stoney doezn't wunna use da weaponz like da stipies callz fur, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You are DEAD to me Ray Payne.  DEAD.

 

Terra Skye: Whenever Sabiru is present, you get this uneasy feeling. The guy just looks like someone who will hurt you if you look at him wrong. There are rumors that he snaps the arms of students that he spars with; but I'm not sure if there is any truth to those rumors or not.

 

Johnny Vegas: One look into Sabiru's eyes and you fall into an eternal abyss of darkness. Is Sabiru dead? Or are you dead for being that close to him? Either way, you're as dead as Ray is dead to me right now.

 

Terra Skye: ...what?

 

Johnny Vegas: So dead.

 

Matt Wylde: Next to the ring, standing in at five foot eleven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and ninety seven pounds, he is SABIRUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

As if summoned, Sabiru walks out on to the entrance ramped - 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 ring without theatrics and offers his hand to the referee, who shakes it. Sabiru then heads into the corner where he stands as the crowd quiets down, awaiting the next competitor in this match. "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

 

The Ultraviolent champion, Matt Stone comes out from the back wearing his usual wrestling attire with one exception, where his normal Shut Me Up Shirt is missing, he’s wearing a black #52 Jersey for the hometown Baltimore Ravens, the jersey of the flagship of the franchise for sixteen years, Ray Lewis. With the title predominantly shows around his waist, Stone picks up some dirt that’s on a pile near the ramp and tosses it around, not caring if it goes towards the audience and starts running around from side to side before getting in the trademark stance of his idol. He shuffles to the left, shuffles to the right and pulls his arms back, raising his front leg and screaming out triumphantly “SHUT ME UP!”

 

CW UltraViolent Champion
Matt Stone

 

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

 

Matt Wylde: Introducing the champion, standing tall at six feet, and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is the Carnage Wrestling Ultraviolent champion….the ‘Abominable Showman”’....MATT STONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I LOVE THIS GUY.

 

Terra Skye: I know you do.  Please shut up about it.  There's no doubt that Matt Stone is one of the best wrestlers in this federation, but he holds a championship that is based on Hardcore rules, and rulelessness.  Yet he clings to the title, even though he himself does not gravitate towards the Ultraviolent style of wrestling, like Sabiru and Dazi do.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's HIS belt and he can do whatever he wants with it.

 

Ray Payne: Well, yo.. I meanz Miss Terra haz da point yo... Likez I wuz saysing yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Shut up.

 

Ray Payne: I may bez deads to you right now. But I gots sumtin ta say about Mista Stone. I iz proud ta have heem as a Carnage Champion, yo. He does eet da right way, representin' da brand on da twittas. Even if he iz got tew cocky for his postitions. I still liek da swagga, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt Stone is twenty seven times the champion of any champion in any sport that ever happened in the history of ever! And the ONLY reason why Stone isn't twenty EIGHT times the champion is because he is too bored to try to be better than himself!

 

Terra Skye: Before you go and make grand claims that Stone is the greatest of all time in anything, ever, lets make sure that he walks out of Underground as the UltraViolent Champion first, mmmkay? Mmmkay.

 

Johnny Vegas: You are SUCH a hater! Twenty seven times the hater-

 

Terra Skye: SHUT. UP.

 

Stone walks down the ramp, ignoring the people’s hands who might want to grab him or clap his and get to ringside. Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner. He mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands with his title between them, shouting out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “Baltimore is my city!” He shouts out, getting down and taking off his jersey. Matt unstraps the title and looks down at it for a moment, handing it off to the referee as he prepares himself for the match, the music fading away.

 

Senior Referee White Rey takes his spot in the middle of the ring, and takes the Ultraviolent Title out of Matt Stone's hands, and holds it up for the Legion to see.  He then takes it to each competitor and shows them the belt, before handing it out of the ring to Boy and preparing to call for the bell.  In this Ultraviolent match, there are no rules, so checking each competitor is unnecessary. 

 

Johnny Vegas: Lets get on with it!!!  I'm so ready!!!

 

White Rey motions to Boy for the bell!!!

 

DING DING!!!!

 

Boy: KILL TWEEVER!!!

 

As the bell sounds, Sabiru makes his move, shooting in low for Stone's legs, but Stone maneuvers backwards, sprawling his legs and forcing Sabiru to the mat out of the takedown.

 

Ray Payne: I does nots thinkz dat Boy iz too happies bouts Mistah Tweedah beingz here tonite, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Well, Boy hates Tweeder....

 

Stone locks around Sabiru's neck with a guillotine choke, until a running big boot kick from Miyashita catches Stone in the jaw and breaks the hold, sending Stone tumbling backwards.  Miyashita lays the boots to Stone, stomping and kicking, but Sabiru laces her up in the full nelson from behind, dragging her towards the center of the ring, and flipping her overhead with a suplex into a bridge pin.  Stone is back on his feet and delivers a stiff kick to the side of Sabiru, knocking him over and breaking the pinfall before the referee can even get into position for the one count. 

 

Johnny Vegas: And there he is, showing why he's the best in this place.  The referee couldn't even get down for the pin before my man was back up and in Sabiru's face.

 

Terra Skye: Sabiru isn't one to be taken lightly, neither is Dazi.  I think you're underestimating the disadvantage Matt Stone has put himself at by refusing to use the Ultraviolent rules to his advantage.

 

Ray Payne: I guesses itz kindah respectibles of Mistah Stoney tah wunna like, uh... wrestlez insteads of breaks da rules...

 

Johnny Vegas: ABSOLUTELY.  Now SHHHHH!!!

 

Stone catches Sabiru by the wrist as he stands, sending him to the ropes with an irish whip, and on the return, Stone ducks low and flips Sabiru over with a back body drop that sends him crashing into Miyashita.  Stone measures the two of them up, then delivers a calculated stomp to the side of Miyashita's left knee, taking hold of her by the ankle and wrenching her leg into a grapevine.  Stone maintains the hold until Sabiru regains his footing, releasing Miyashita once his other opponent is in position, unwilling to leave himself vulnerable this early on.  Stone throws a toe kick at Sabiru, but Sabiru catches him by the ankle, wrenching him across the canvas with a dragon screw.  Sabiru pulls Miyashita up by the hair, until Miyashita rakes him across the eyes, blinding the other challenger and sending him staggering across the ring holding his face.

 

Terra Skye: All three of these competitors are fairly evenly matched early in this bout.  Sabiru, showing his own knowledge of wrestling and Miyashita proving why she's in this match, with her never say die attitude.

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't forget, Matt Stone and his ring awareness, and his MASSIVE wrestling knowledge; and his dashing good looks.

 

Terra Skye: Now I just think you're going a little too far.  Sabiru and Dazi are just as good as Stone, any day of the week.  That's why both of them are here tonight, fighting in that ring for that title belt.

 

Ray Payne: Wellz yo, I mean... I thinkz dat it'z too earlies heah tah really be thinkin bout all dis stuffs yo. 

 

Stone catches Sabiru mid-stagger and flips him over with a power slam, while Miyashita slides out of the ring under the bottom rope and heads to toward the commentary table.  Shoving Terra out of the way and stealing up her chair.

 

Terra Skye: Now that was fucking RUDE!!  Come back here!

 

Johnny Vegas: That was fucking epic.

 

Miyashita slides back into the ring, armed this time, while Sabiru rolls through with Stone on the mat, escaping pinfall only to lock him into an arm bar, but the hold is broken before it's fully cinched in as Miyashita delivers a stunning chair shot down over Sabiru's skull.  Stone rolls to the side, narrowly evading a second shot geared towards him, and slides out of the ring under the bottom rope in the process, putting some distance between himself and Dazi.  Miyashita instead turns her attention back towards Sabiru, slamming the chair down over his arm. 

 

Ray Payne: You can haz mah chairz Miss Terra.

 

Terra Skye: No, it's fine.  I'll just fucking stand here.  Miyashita didn't waste much time in bringing weapons into this match... via MY chair.. but anyway.  Stone has avoided taking any damage from the chair... for now.

 

Johnny Vegas: While Sabiru has already been hit twice. 

 

Sabiru writhes in pain for a moment, and Miyashita unfolds the chair, laying it down on it's side and threading Sabiru's arm through the back of the seat to be sandwiched between the closing steel.  Then, with a sadistic laugh, Miyashita scales the turnbuckle, looking down over Sabiru and pointing at the chair scissored around his arm.  Leaping from the top turnbuckle, Miyashita delivers a double-foot stomp on the seat of the chair, crushing Sabiru's arm in between.  Sabiru howls out in pain, and Miyashita makes the cover, but Stone grabs her by the foot, pulling her off of Sabiru and outside of the ring before even a one count.

 

Johnny Vegas: That's it Stone!  Let them kill each other, and then DENY them!! Your evil genius is magnificant!! 

 

Terra Skye: That arm shot could have seriously injured Sabiru, I'll be interested to see how he gets through the rest of this match, after having his arm squashed inside that chair.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Dazi is sicks, yo.  I mean holy shizz... I nevah thoughted someonez so pretties wuld be so relentlesses, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Have you been watching this show tonight?!  It's been full of raging females.  Seriously.

 

Spilling onto the outside, Miyashita scrambles back to her feet, while Stone pulls her into a side headlock.  Locking in tight, Stone delivers a headlock takedown, then wraps his legs around her waist in order to tie in a rear naked choke.  Stretching Miyashita out on the cold cement, Sabiru climbs through the ropes and stands above them on the apron, visibly favoring the one arm.  Leaping himself from apron, Sabiru crashes down over both of them with an elevated leg drop, sprawling the three of them apart at ringside.  Sabiru is the first to his feet, and he takes hold of Stone as he stands, tying him up and hoisting him overhead into a delayed vertical suplex.  Then taking the time to turn his body, Sabiru topples backwards in such a way that it brings Stone down with the small of his back colliding over the top of the security railing, viciously wrenching Stone backwards before his head snaps free of Sabiru's grip and Stone spills into the front row. 

 

Terra Skye: And this is where Sabiru is so dangerous.  He has no regard for his opponents, and that's going to serve him well in a match like this. 

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, I have to agree with you there.. as much as it pains me; but Sabiru has proven himself to be a worthy adversary to everyone here in Carnage Wrestling.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Sabby isn't tryinz tah lets dat arm gets tah him, yo.  But I can's tell dat it hurts him, yo. 

 

Sabiru stands, approaching the barricade and looking over Stone, but Miyashita takes hold of him from behind, slamming Sabiru face first into the security railing with a forward Russian leg sweep.  Miyashita hikes up the skirting of the ring and draws a folded table out from underneath, sliding it under the ropes and into the ring where it lays flat on the canvas.  Then turning back towards the crowd, Miyashita seizes a cup of hot coffee from a fan in the front row and proceeds to pour it over the top of Stone's head as he recovers from the brutal collision.

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!  That isn't even right!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Johnny... Ultraviolent Rules, sweetie.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't like it.  I don't like it one bit.  This is barbaric.  Dazi Miyashita is a piece of scum.

 

Terra Skye: No, Dazi Miyashita is an amazing talent, with a knack for Ultraviolence.  She's proven that day in and day out here in CW.  Since she and Marisol went up against one another for this very belt back at Act of Defiance earlier this year, she's proven to be one of the top hardcore fighters in Carnage.

 

Stone staggers Miyashita backwards with a European uppercut, then scales back over the railing, leaving the crowd to join his opponents at ringside.  Sabiru pulls himself up with the assistance of the railing, and catches sight of a fan in the third row with a sign that reads "Dazi's got bigger balls than Stone."  Motioning to the crowd, the sign gets passed forward, and it is revealed that the sign is mounted picket style on a long slat of wood.  Sabiru tears away the construction paper sign, but brandishes the wooden handle with satisfaction, swinging it two handed and caning Miyashita across the back.  Stone scrambles for the ring, catching hold of the bottom rope and pulling himself halfway in, before Sabiru grabs Stone by the back of the tights, holding him up and sending him spilling off the apron, halfway hung up on the bottom rope and dangling just slightly above the floor.  Measuring Stone up, Sabiru canes him with the wooden handle directly across his lower back.  Then a second time, the audience laughing and cheering as Stone is beaten. 

 

Terra Skye: Very creative use of a fan sign by Sabiru. 

 

Johnny Vegas: This is horrific.  I can't handle this. There shouldn't be hardcore matches anymore.

 

Ray Payne: You useded tah lovez da bloody stuffs, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not anymore!  It's ridiculous.

 

Stone responds by mule kicking backwards and catching Sabiru in the chin, then wrapping both legs around Sabiru's head, clenching his neck between Stone's thighs and trapping him in a head scissors lock while Stone still hangs from the bottom rope.  Sabiru drops the wooden slat and fights backwards, Stone sliding until only his hands remain on the bottom rope, clinging to the ring while Sabiru cranes against him, his head turning visibly red.  Miyashita retrieves the wooden sign handle from ringside where Sabiru had dropped it, and brings it down with a double handed overhead chop, directly over Sabiru's skull, splitting his scalp wide open and sending blood spilling down over his face.

 

OHHHHHH!!!!

 

Terra Skye: And there's the blood.  Jesus Dazi got Sabiru good with that sign post.  He's definitely going to need a few stitches for that one.

 

Ray Payne: I does nots knowz how dey keeps goin aftah sumthin likes dat, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I will say this... Matt Stone can beat these two without using shit like a stupid fan sign that pretty much calls Dazi a fucking dude.  I don't know how that is supposed to make Dazi feel any better, but I know I wouldn't feel good about myself if someone told me that I had more Vagina than Terra Skye, because, no offense Terra but you're vag is so big that--

 

Terra Skye: JOHNNY, REALLY?!

 

Stone releases the hold, doing a pull-up the lifts himself back into the ring, a swing of the board from Miyashita colliding with the empty apron as he narrowly slips out of the way.  But Miyashita doesn't follow him into the ring, instead stepping behind Sabiru as he rests on his knees, and placing the board in front of his neck, pressing her hip into the back of his head while pulling the wood forward, choking Sabiru in the process.  Stone takes advantage of a few moment's reprieve, allowing his opponents to dismantle each other, but as the referee begins looming closer to Sabiru and checking for signs of a submission, Stone cannot tolerate the risk of the match finishing without him.  Bouncing himself against the far ropes, Stone returns with a head of steam, and baseball slides under the bottom ropes, delivering a double-foot kick to the face of Miyashita that breaks the hold.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Stone lookeded like a baseballz playah dere for a second.

 

Johnny Vegas: I really hate you sometimes, Ray.

 

Terra Skye: Matt is smart, he knows that the match could very well end without him involved.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, going back to that stupid fucking interview you did with him a while ago.  Of course he knows that he could lose without being involved in the result!  He's the CHAMP.  He hasn't defended that belt a multitude of times and NOT known the risks involved!!!!! I don't see you saying shit like that about Jackson!  What do you have against MATT STONE?!?! HUH?!?

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, take it easy there Buddy... My goodness. 

 

Shoving her unceremoniously to the side, Stone pulls Sabiru up, rolling the wounded competitor back into the ring with the hopes of finishing him quickly.  Stone follows Sabiru into the ring, pulling Sabiru up to his feet and leaning him backward against the ropes.  Leaping up into position for the C-C-C-Combobreaker, Stone comes down solo as Sabiru laces an arm over the top rope, holding himself back and breaking free of Stone's grip.  As Stone recovers his footing, Sabiru locks him up into a tornado ddt, spiraling around and bringing Stone's skull down on top of the table while still lays flat over one side of the canvas.  Rolling Stone over off of the table and onto the canvas, Sabiru goes for the cover!

 

 

 

One!!!

 

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Stone pulls his shoulder up, still holding fast and unwilling to lay down!!

 

Johnny Vegas: See?  Told you!  The man isn't going down without a hell of a fight... actually he's NOT going down!

 

Terra Skye: I wouldn't be so sure.  If either of them catch him in just the right way, it might just be lights out for Mister Stone. 

 

Miyashita slides into the ring behind them, hoisting the wooden slat up in both hands like a baseball bat, and waits patiently as Sabiru gets back to his feet.  As Sabiru stands, Miyashita bursts forward with a powerful swing for his head, but Sabiru interrupts her, throwing a blind standing side kick behind him, catching Miyashita in the side of the face and staggering her back against the turnbuckle while knocking the wood from her hands.  Sabiru finds one of the tables left about for this UltraViolent matchup, and quickly works to set it up and put it to good use.

 

Ta-ble! Ta-ble! Ta-ble! Ta-ble!

 

Ray Payne: Yo! It seemz like da Carnage Leegionz wants Mista Sabiru to put somewun trough-

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't even fuckin' say it, Ray!

 

Sabiru lifts one of the table, propping up a single side of it's legs before Stone grabs hold of him by the wrist and takes him to the mat with a short-arm clothesline.  Miyashita rallies at the turnbuckle, and turns around, stripping the pads from the exposed steel, while Stone hoists Sabiru back up.  Sabiru stuns Stone with a throat chop though.

 

Terra Skye: That'll shut him up!

 

Sabiru then whips Stone around so he collides back first along the erected edge of the table, crashing up over the top and then rolling down it like a ramp.  Sabiru tugs Stone back up and sends him sprawling across the canvas with a snapmare, leaving him flat on his back in the center of the ring while Sabiru scales the top turnbuckle.  Taking his position, Sabiru leaps from the top with a senton bomb, but Miyashita explodes out of the corner with a running drop kick which collides with Sabiru while he is upside-down in the air, sending him whipping around and crashing into the canvas on his head and shoulder!

 

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

 

C-DUB! C-DUB! C-DUB! C-DUB!

 

Terra Skye: The Carnage Legion packing this newly renovated warehouse here tonight is going absolutely crazy over that mid-air dropkick!!! They've never seen anything like it!!!

 

Ray Payne: How does you know dat, Mizz Terra?

 

Terra Skye: Because I haven't seen anything like it, Ray! Go Dazi!!

 

Miyashita drags Stone up and whips him towards the corner, but Stone gets his foot up against the exposed steel turnbuckle bolt, halting his approach before he collides with the raw steel.  Miyashita races in behind him with a spear, determined to drive him into the steel, but Stone turns around in time to meet her, and dropping to his back, sends her over the ropes and outside of the ring with a monkey flip.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my goodness! Is she okay?!

 

Johnny Vegas: That was a hard spill. Tough to watch, but hey, at least Dazi is out of the match now.

 

Ray Payne: Holds on, Johnny. I tink Mizz Dazi's okays.

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn it!

 

Terra Skye: No one wants to see anyone get hurt, unless it's UltraViolent rules apparently. But yeah, when Dazi's not near her two competitors, she holds a terrible chance of not being involved in the pinfall, which is a guaranteed loss. So she needs to fight to get up!

 

Sabiru crawls back to his feet, approaching Stone from behind and catching a back elbow for his trouble.  Stone hooks Sabiru's head and drives him down hard with an implant ddt.  Stone raises Sabiru into a seated position and locks him down in a bow and arrow stretch, wrenching back on both of Sabiru's arms. 

 

Johnny Vegas: TAP!!

 

Ray Payne: He can'tz taps, yo. Mista Stone has his arms helds!

 

Johnny Vegas: Do you think there's a word that can express, to the Carnage Legion, how hard I just facepalmed myself just now in this moment, Ray?

 

Terra Skye: Look! Dazi's back up!

 

Miyashita slides back into the ring, then takes a roundabout sprint, circling near the ropes.  As she reaches the half erected table, Miyashita runs up it like a ramp, leaping from the top and flipping backwards with a shooting star press which collides with both Stone and Sabiru, taking both of them out! 

 

Terra Skye: Holy shit!

 

C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!

 

Terra Skye: Running Shooting Star Press to break up the submission hold off of a table ramp you guys! I can't believe this!

 

Ray Payne: Deez three in da ring iz showin' why da OWFs wanted ta invest in getting C-dubbya a TVs deal, yo!

 

Miyashita drags Stone up, hoisting him onto the turnbuckle and sitting him in position.  Miyashita steps onto the bottom rope, hooking Stone up, and makes a cut-throat motion.  Then jerking him backwards and whirling him around, Miyashita delivers the Alternate Design tornado DDT, spinning Stone so that she drives him directly backwards into the exposed turnbuckle bolt.  Stone crumples to the canvas, blood seeping from a deep gash in his scalp, and Miyashita rolls him over onto his back.  She jumps on top of him for the cover!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: OH MY GOD!! NOOO!!!

 

Terra Skye: The Alternate Design!! On exposed steel!!! This has to be over!!! NEW CHAMPION!!!

 

Senior Referee White Rey slides down to count the three!

 

One!

 

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

 

THRE-NOO!!! Sabiru dives across the canvas, clubbing over Miyashita's back with a double axe handle and breaking up the pinfall!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHEW!

 

Terra Skye: Sabiru just saved your boys ass!

 

Ray Payne: I doubts he dids it for Mista Stone, yo! I tink he wunts ta win dis for himself!

 

Terra Skye: True.

 

Miyashita gets back to her feet, pulling Sabiru up to punish him for his interference, until Sabiru stuns her with a surprise jawbreaker.  Hooking Miyashita up, Sabiru hoists her overhead into the delayed vertical suplex, carrying her around the ring until he positions himself in front of the still only half-erected table.  Dropping Miyashita forward, Sabiru converts the suplex into an Arabian facebuster, driving Miyashita through the table in a shower of splinters.  Sabiru hooks a leg on Miyashita in the middle of the table wreckage, rolling her backwards for the pinfall. 

 

Johnny Vegas: Arabian Facebuster through the table!!! BRUTAL!!!

 

Terra Skye: But now he's going for the cover on Dazi!!

 

Johnny Vegas: NOOOO!!!

 

One!!!

 

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

 

THRE-Stone grabs hold of Sabiru by the ankle and pulls him off of Miyashita, interrupting the pin and making the save!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm going to have a heart attack!!!

 

Sabiru and Stone both get back to their feet slowly, blood coloring much of Stone's hair a dull red while Sabiru's chest and back and spotted with the smudges of his own spilt blood.  The two men tie up, muscling back and forth.  Sabiru drives a knee into Stone's midsection, doubling him over.  Hooking Stone's head between his legs, Sabiru gutwrenches Stone overhead for a powerbomb, but Stone tucks his legs in close and rolls through, converting it over to the C-C-C-Combobreaker! 

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't watch!

 

Terra Skye: Well you should watch, Stone just hit Sabiru with the Combobreaker!

 

Johnny Vegas: He did?! Oh my god, he did!!! WOOO!!!

 

Ray Payne: I wouldn'tz celebrates too soon, dough...

 

Raising up onto his knees in celebration, Stone lets out a shout of triumph, crawling over towards Sabiru's downed body, only for the mangled fragments of the shattered table to stir, Miyashita standing up out of the wreckage and clutching one of the metal table legs now freed from the splintered remains of the table.  Slamming the unyielding metal rod down over Stone's shoulder, Miyashita knocks him backwards before he can make the cover on Sabiru, then turns to table leg lengthwise and drives it into Stone's midsection with a spearing motion which doubles Stone over in pain.  Sabiru slowly stirs, raising from the canvas on shaking legs and wiping the blood from his face again.  Miyashita delivers another overhead chop with the table leg, further brutalizing Stone, while Sabiru approaches her silently from behind, seizing hold of Miyashita by the arm and sending her careening into the ropes with an irish whip.  Catching Miyashita on the return with the drop toe hold, he sends Miyashita back to the mat, her face colliding with the mess of broken table in the process.

 

Terra Skye: I've said it before but I'll probably say it again a thousand times over, that Sabiru is just absolutely brutal.

 

Johnny Vegas: You're not lying.

 

Terra Skye: Soulless. Heartless. Terrifying.

 

Johnny Vegas: Like your face.

 

Terra Skye: Or your mother.

 

Ray Payne: Neida one of youz is nice rights now.

 

Sabiru lays the boots into Miyashita, while Stone crawls over into the wreckage and retrieves the metal table leg that was just used to so savagely beat him.  Raising to his feet, Stone stands for a moment behind Sabiru, clutching the metal table leg.  Sabiru slowly turns around, finding himself face to face with the armed Matt Stone.  Stone raises the metal tube above his head... then throws it out of the ring, sending it sailing into the crowd where it initially collides with the head of a teenage girl before the crowd scrambles to claim the memento.  The crowd erupts into cheers of support and excitement as Stone discards the particularly vicious weapon, leveling the playing field once again.  Sabiru bursts forward with a running forearm shot.  Stone ducks low, catching Sabiru around the waist and hiking him up into pancake position, only for Miyashita to raise both knees and pivot herself underneath Sabiru to deliver him an even more unpleasant landing.  Stone rolls Sabiru off of Miyashita, only to have Miyashita surprise roll Stone into a small package! SHE HAS HIM!!!

 

WHITE REY DIVES INTO POSITION!!

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THRE- STONE JUST BARELY SQUEAKS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god, Dazi Miyashita was this close!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm going to need a fifth after this match, I swear to God!

 

Ray Payne: Look at Dazi's reactions, yo. She has got to be tinkin' wut dis will takes, yo!

 

Dazi sits up on her heels and buries her face in her palms, but she has no time to waste. With both Stone and Sabiru both making their way to their feet, she turns her attention to the current ultraviolent champion. She clutches his head, and motions for the Alternate Design once more. She runs towards the ropes and vaults off of them, but Stone somehow manages to block the ddt by tossing Dazi off of him! As Dazi flies through the air, Sabiru charges from underneath of her and DRILLS STONE WITH THE FEAR NO EVIL!!! STONE HITS THE MAT AND HE'S OUT COLD!!!

 

Terra Skye: DID YOU SEE THAT IMPACT!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: NOOO!!!

 

Terra Skye: Stone was bent down for just a split second, and Sabiru damn near took the UltraViolent Champions' head clean off!!!

 

Ray Payne: I gotz a feelin' he won't be da UV's champs for longs, yo.

 

Dazi lunges towards Sabiru to get at Stone, but Sabiru grabs her out of the blue. He spins her arm around behind her back and locks in a kimura lock! Dazi screams out in pain as Sabiru drags her towards the center of the ring and drops down, locking it a body scissors!!!

 

The crowd is on their feet as Senior Referee White Rey asks Dazi Miyashita if she submits!

 

Terra Skye: This is it!!! Sabiru is trying to break Miyashita's arm!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on Stone.. Come on Stone!!!

 

DAZI SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN AS SHE TRIES TO PUSH SABIRU'S SHOULDERS DOWN TO THE MAT WHILE HE WRENCHES THE KIMURA HARDER!!!

 

Terra Skye: I don't know how much longer she can hold on!

 

SABIRU KEEPS A SHOULDER UP!! HE TWISTS DAZI'S ARM TRYING TO BREAK IT!! DAZI REFUSES TO TAP!!!

 

Ray Payne: I don't wantz ta see a broken bones, yo!

 

MATT STONE LUNGES FORWARD AND PUSHES SABIRU'S SHOULDERS DOWN TO THE MAT!!!

 

WHITE REY COUNTS!!!

 

SABIRU REFUSES TO LET GO OF THE HOLD!!!

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

DAZI SCREAMS OUT!! HER HAND CLOSE TO TAPPING, BUT SHE DOESN'T!!!

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: Who won?!

 

The entire Carnage Legion is confused as Stone quickly backs himself away from the fracas going on between Sabiru and Dazi Miyashita. Sabiru twists her arm at extreme angles but Dazi still continues to fight her way away from the man from the desert! White Rey drops down and immediately goes to work pulling Sabiru's arms away from Dazi's! Members of Security rush down the ramp and slide in the ring to aide in the assist.

 

Johnny Vegas: We still don't know who won!!!

 

Finally, it takes four security guards to break Dazi free of the Kimura lock, but they get Sabiru away from her and press him hard into a corner, where he stands completely unfazed. Dazi holds her arm in considerable pain, but from the initial looks of it, the arm remains unbroken thanks to the efforts of White Rey and the quick work of the security team. White Rey heads over to the edge of the ring, and asks for the UltraViolent Championship belt. Boy hands it up to him.

 

Matt Wylde: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the UltraViolent triple threat..

 

White Rey walks over to Dazi, then moves past her, and hands the title to Matt Stone.

 

Matt Wylde: ...AND STILL ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION – MATT SSSTTTOOONNNEEE!!!

 

Terra Skye: WHAT?!

 

Johnny Vegas: YES!!!

 

Matt Stone immediately snatches the belt and dips out of the ring quicker than Dazi can catch up with him. Stone has a huge grin on his face for someone who looks like he had just been through a war in hell. Once more, the cameras pan over to Sabiru standing in the corner who is completely unfazed. If anything, the look in Sabiru's eyes seems to have Stone out to be a marked man as long as he carries the key to his Ultraviolence in Carnage Wrestling. Dazi spends a moment asking White Rey how he could have given Stone the belt when technically both wrestlers were pinning Sabiru at the same time, but Rey was noncommittal in response.

 

Terra Skye: Dazi Miyashita has a great point, if I'm reading her lips correctly. She was on top of Sabiru first!

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes, but she couldn't get Sabiru's shoulders pinned to the mat. Stone was the one who did that!

 

Terra Skye: I guess the tie goes to the champion retaining his belt, then.

 

Johnny Vegas: There is no tie!

 

Ray Payne: I feelz sorry for da ones dat gotta walks away as losers tonights, yo. But it wuz a gud match.

 

Terra Skye: Absolutely. I agree. I feel for Dazi Miyashita at least.. I'm not quite sure Sabiru gives a damn, honestly. If anything, Sabiru has all the more reason to continue to hunt Matt Stone. But Dazi, I know how much the UltraViolent championship means to her, and it's going to hurt coming this far and getting this close, yet coming up empty here tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: The best thing Miyashita can do is take a week, regroup, and to figure out a new plan of action. I will give the girl credit, I was impressed with the way she handled herself in the ring tonight, and so was the Legion. I want her to get better and to continue to show the will to improve. Just not at Matt Stone's expense.

 

Terra Skye: Tonight should be a solid warning for Matt Stone. He was just shy of losing here tonight, regardless of the rules being stacked against him. If Sabiru cared more about pinning him when the pin was available, instead of trying to break Miyashita's arm, then perhaps we could have crowned a new champion right here, right now.

 

Ray Payne: But dat'z wut iz so mysteriouses about Mista Sabiru's, yo. He duezn't care about da tings we carez about. Look at eem. Mista Stoney holds da belt up right in Mista Sabiru's face and nothin' on Mista Ru's face changez. He is like da stone of Matt Stones, yo. And if I wuz holdin' da UV belt, I'd be seein' Sabiru in my nightmares.

 

Terra Skye: Agreed. But for tonight anyway, Matt Stone gets to take the UltraViolent Championship belt back with him to lick his wounds. I'm sure that'll make the stitches he needs that much easier to bare. Anyway, it's time for another commercial break..

 

Johnny Vegas: Hey no wait! I wanna talk about how awesome Matt Stone isss-

 

 

Commercial Break: Network Announcements

 

You heard it here first: The OWF invades JAPAN!

 

Follow your favorite OWF Superstars as they embark on an 8 week tour of the Far East!
Check your local listings and www.owfwrestling.com for more information!

 

 

* * * * *

 

 


Chaos Live! - The Nineteenth Edition
May 30th, 2016
LIVE on the OWF NETWORK from the *Newly Renovated* CARNAGE ARENA in Beautiful Baltimore Maryland!!!

 

Follow Carnage Wrestling as they embark on a new season, the first season on the OWF Network!

 

Chaos Live! - 'The First of its Kind' - #19 Will be brought to you live from the Carnage Arena in Beautiful, Baltimore Maryland!
Tickets are still available! There's never been a better time to witness the Carnage first hand!

 


 

* CO-MAIN EVENT *
The Winner recieves a Future Shot at the UltraViolent Championship!

 

        

 



SynnStarr Saint

 

vs.

 

"The Sandtown Kid"
Lucas Silva

 


 


* CO-MAIN EVENT *
The Winners recieves a Future Shot at the Tag Team Championships!

 

        

 



Marisol Hawkes &
Dazi Miyashita

 

vs.

 

The House of the Holy
Nathan Cristion/Magdalena

 


 

 

 

* FEATURE MATCH - NON-TITLE *

 

        

 



UltraViolent Champion
Matt Stone

 

vs.

 

CW Tag Team Champion
John "Wrath" Ojeda

 


 

* FEATURE MATCH *

 

        

 



Melody Lennox

 

vs.

 

CW Tag Team Champion
Gary "Sokaris" Altus

 


 


 

* FEATURE MATCH *

 

        

 



Cecily Bell

 

vs.

 

Charity Jones

 


 

 

* ALSO IN ATTEDANCE *

 

 

New CW Baltimore City Champion Robbie Future will appear to collect what is his: By order of Kyra Mohr: Cecily Bell has been demanded to return the CW Baltimore City Championship belt or face the consequences!

 


 

 

 

Main Event: Carnage Championship Match: Melody Lennox Vs. Jackson

Terra Skye: Chaos Nineteen looks like it's going to be an interesting one. But how about OWF heading over to Japan for a Far East Tour?

 

Johnny Vegas: I think that every show from here on out is going to be interesting, now that we're on the OWF Network. But I suppose this rules out any OWF stars coming in and murking up the waters for at least a little while.

 

Ray Payne: I is jus honoreds dat da OWF peoples is heah tonites... Mistah Chase Johnsons, Da Glitters, Sweet Miss Chrim--

 

Johnny Vegas: YES RAY... we get it. Go talk to her or something, okay? Quit mucking up our show to talk about your little crush.

 

Terra Skye: It's harmless, Johnny. Let him have his cute little crush. Anyway, we're getting ready to head into the main event of the evening, where the Petite Pixie, Melody Lennox is taking on the Dark Horse, Jackson for the Carnage Championship!

 

Ray Payne: I has been lookinz forwards tah dis one all nites yo.

 

Terra Skye: Me too, Ray!

 

Matt Wylde steps into the ring, ready to announce the Main Event of the Evening.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is the MAIN EVENT of the evening, and is for the CARNAGE CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!!

 


Carnage Wrestling Championship

 

Singles Match
(No Time Limit.)

 

 

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

 

Melody Lennox

 

Terra Skye: Here's your potential Carnage Champion, folks.

 

Ray Payne: I jus luvs her, yo. She's so sweets.

 

Matt Wylde: Making her way to the ring, standing in at five feet, and weighing in at 100 pounds... The CHALLENGER.... MELODY LENNNNNNNOOOOOOX!

 

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

 

Johnny Vegas: She's undefeated, and that's no easy feat in this place. Tonight may very well be her night.

 

The lights dim as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. Lennox looks nervously towards the stage as 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.

 

Terra Skye: Still one of the yummiest superstars to grace the wrestling ring... I'm telling you.

 

Ray Payne: I guesses I cannots talkz about crushes... when I has one too, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You two are ridiculous. Here, let me do OUR jobs, instead of talking about how 'yummy' someone looks. Jackson has been called a lot of things, but one thing is for certain, the man has been one of the best Champions this promotion has ever seen. I'm talking Sinc Mercier level shit right here.

 

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 clenched fists and the Carnage Championship over his right shoulder, pausing for a second as he makes eye contact with the camera before letting a smirk cross his lips.

 

Jackson

 

Matt Wylde: And her opponent, standing tall at six foot, four inches and weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is the CARNAGE CHAMPION.... JACKSONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Shaking his head, he climbs into the ring and immediately points at the camera before pounding his fist against his chest. Jackson stands there, and pulls the title belt off of his shoulder and hoisting it into the air, 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: A definite size difference between the two of these amazing wrestlers.

 

Johnny Vegas: No doubt about that. Jackson's got the size advantage, and the advantage of having been in this business for a long time. Does experience win out?

 

Terra Skye: Or does heart, because Melody Lennox has enough heart for everyone in this arena. Senior Referee White Rey checks both competitors for foreign objects, before taking the Carnage Championship from the arms of Jackson and showing it to both him, and the challenger before handing it outside to Boy and calling for the bell, ready to get the main even underway!!!

 

DING DING!!

 

Terra Skye: Here we go.

 

The Carnage Legion is on their feet as the main event of Underground: Survival kicks off with the two biggest Carnage Wrestling stars of 2016 standing face-to-face and toe-to-toe. “The Dark Horse” Jackson, the champion; and Melody Lennox, who has not been stopped from the moment she debuted. Senior Referee White Rey stands back and allows the gravity of the moment to set in with the two competitors and the crowd. All that's left is the Carnage Wrestling Championship belt and the will to keep it versus the desire to take it. Soon, just as the tension in the air has reached a boiling point, Jackson shifts his body. He steps back on his right leg and cocks his right fist. Jackson launches the closed fist forward, but Melody Lennox steps into Jax's stance and delivers a forearm smash before his punch can hit! The Carnage Legion cheers on top of their lungs as Lennox follows up with a second and a third forearm smash, never letting Jackson out of the gate. She backs Jax up to the west ropes with these repeated blasts, but Jackson is no fool. The moment his back touches the top ring rope, He quickly switches with Lennox with a lightning grip on the back of her head. With Lennox against the ropes now, Jackson is able to take a step back and deliver that big right hand that he had intended for her, catching her squarely in the jaw.

 

Ray Payne: Yo, you couldz cut da tension in dis arena wif a buttah knife, yo.

 

Terra Skye: This is one of the biggest matches that this arena has ever seen, Ray; and add to that the fact that it's being aired live on the OWF network... this night has just been historic, don't you think?

 

Johnny Vegas: And it's not over yet!

 

The sixteen hundred strong boo in unison tonight as Lennox stumbles into the northwest corner after that vicious shot. Jackson is not too far behind, hitting Lennox in the jaw a second time before laying the boots to her. The boos grow even louder, but Jackson begins to get a five count from the Senior Ref.. 1..2.. Melody isn't to be counted out just yet as she grabs a Jackson stomp which has the Dark Horse hopping awkwardly. Melody throws the leg down, Jackson throws a short lariat into the corner, but comes up with nothing but air as Lennox ducks and Jackson lands in the corner instead. Lennox hits Jackson with a hard knifeedge chop.. “Woooo!” is screamed out by the beyond capacity sold-out crowd here in Baltimore, but Jackson replies with another strong right hand. Lennox stumbles backwards towards the center of the ring, where Jackson charges and hits her with a clothesline, no! Lennox counters with a snap armdrag that sends The Dark Horse tumbling end over end but ultimately rolling back to his feet. Jackson charges a second time but is caught on the button with a beautiful dropkick! Melody seems to float right into a cover, but Jackson powers out before White Rey can register that a pin attempt is even happening.

 

Johnny Vegas: I've got to say, for someone of her stature and size, Melody Lennox is keeping up with Jackson no problem. I suppose when you go through your career always being underestimated because of your size, you find ways of making sure that no one can underestimate you again.

 

Terra Skye: There'll always be haters out there, Johnny... But Melody has certainly quieted a lot of them in her career... one of them being our very own Kyra Mohr.

 

Johnny Vegas: Really? Melody and Kyra?

 

Terra Skye: Yes, down in Florida, same promotion that hosted the Kyra vs. Shirlea Frost match. Melody and Kyra faced off twice, with Melody winning in both.

 

Ray Payne: Dawmns, yo. Dats da crazy sauces.

 

Melody back to her feet first, Jackson reaches out with his left arm and trips the legs of Lennox up, causing her to hit the mat back first next to him. The two quickly roll up to one knee and regain a vertical base in no time at all, each of them squaring off in a fighting stance. Melody wipes a bit of blood from her lip onto her wrist tape, and Jackson checks his jaw. The Legion begins cheering loudly, showing their respect for both competitors!

 

C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!!

 

WOOOOO!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: What a start to this match. And listen to them... listen to the Legion, they're loving this!!

 

Jackson motions for a collar and elbow tieup, but Lennox spins around and begins to circle the ring. Jackson grins, and follows suit. Lennox throws a sweeping low kick that Jackson avoids completely, and the two circle the ring once more. This time, Jackson comes in charging. Lennox gets caught up, and backs into the southeast corner where she is immediately surrounded by The Dark Horse's imposing figure. White Rey calls for the rope break right away. 1..2..3..4.. Jackson slowly backs up with his hands high in the air to show compliance.

 

Terra Skye: Neither one of these two is letting the other get the upperhand.

 

Ray Payne: Is dat not da point, yo?

 

Lennox lowers her guard after Jackson takes a full step backward, but Jax is not one to let an opportunity go unexploited. He throws his knee into the gut of Lennox, driving the air from her lungs. Lennox screams out before she goes quiet, visibly gasping for breath as she hangs from her arms in the corner. Jackson follows up the first knee lift with a second.. 1..2..3..4..

 

Johnny Vegas: Now, there's the Jackson we know.

 

Terra Skye: We knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Come on, He's Jackson. The Dark horse... he's obviously not going to just let Melody take that strap off of his shoulder. She's going to have to EARN it if she's to have the honor of becoming the Carnage Champion.

 

Ray Payne: As it shuld be, yo. Everys belt in dis place shuld be earneded. Dats only rite.

 

White Rey is forced to pull Jackson from the corner physically; it seems the champion is well aware that it would take an egregious rule infraction for Rey to call for the disqualification in a match this big. The break is not enough time for Lennox to recover, as the defending champion grabs her by her blonde hair and drags her back out to the center of the ring. He scoops her up as if she is nothing, and slams her down in the center of the ring with a 'typical' body slam; except a man of Jackson's strength and experience knows exactly how to make the typical wrestling maneuver hurt as much as possible. The slam only works to keep precious oxygen out of Lennox's lungs, and so too does the well placed elbow drop that follows the slam. Jackson turns his elbow drop into a quick pinfall on the challenger..

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Lennox pushes her way out, kicking her legs to be able to slide out from underneath Jackson.

 

Terra Skye: But Jackson should know, that Lennox doesn't have any intentions of giving up that easily, especially not after all she went through to get this match. I'm sure it was nerve wracking for her, to approach Jackson, but because she did – here we are.

 

Johnny Vegas: Agreed. But he's be a fool not to try to get out of this match early, we all know this. Jackson hasn't been the champion since Ultimate Carnage for nothing.

 

Ray Payne: Jackson haz been a great champ, yo. He even wented tah OWF tah represent us in dat Quest fur da bestest tourney thingie dat Mistah Gerg winned, or somethings like dat, yo.

 

Jackson pushes up on one knee and, upon standing, pulls Lennox to her feet as well, scooping her up a second time. This time, though, Melody shifts her weight while kicking her legs and she's able to slide over Jackson's shoulder and roll through with a school girl pin attempt!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Jackson shoves Melody off with his legs at the count of two!

 

Terra Skye: I think Jackson was surprised by that little maneuver by Lennox!!

 

Ray Payne: I thinkz dat Miss Mellie is full of da surprises yo. Surprises is funs!

 

Both competitors are quick back to their feet, but it's Jackson with a snapmare that takes Melody right back down. Jackson back to his feet, he stalks Lennox and clutches her the moment she returns to hers. Jackson pops his hips and throws Lennox overhead with a huge t-bone suplex that folds the challenger up upon impact. Melody rolls up to a seated position clutching her back, and it only helps Jackson get a grip on her hair once more to pull her back up. White Rey issues a warning to Jackson for pulling the hair, which goes largely ignored.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jackson's power is going to be Lennox's undoing though, if she can't string together some offense here.

 

Terra Skye: That's very true. But Lennox has speed on her side, and if she can start using that, then Jackson is going to be at a distinct disadvantage.

 

Jackson places Lennox in the tbone suplex position once more, but this time Lennox is able to throw a succession of back elbows where few hit their true mark, but its enough to break the clutch. Lennox throws one last hard back elbow, but she pays for it as Jackson ducks and turns her elbow smash into a Nothern Lights Suplex throw. Lennox is sent feet over and hard on her back once more. This time she clutches her lower back but chooses to stay laying, only rolling over onto her stomach to avoid any pinfall attempts. Jackson steps closer and stomps on Lennox's lower back as she crawls towards the bottom rope. Melody screams out in pain once again. Jackson picks an ankle, and drags Lennox back towards the center of the ring. Lennox attempts to push herself up onto all fours, but that is exactly what the Champion was hoping his challenger would do. She unwittingly pushes herself upward right into Jackson's clutches, as he takes a grip under Melody's chin and sits down over her back, locking in a camel clutch.

 

Ray Payne: I can onlies assumes how painfuls dat is, being so small like Miss Mellie! Hasing a big man like dat sittinz downz on yah, and tryin tah pull yah head off, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh, definitely Ray. But I'm absolutely sure that Melody has Jackson scouted, and is well aware of the thing that he's capable of... like this.

 

White Rey immediately begins to check on Lennox's condition, to make sure that Jackson's grip on her head and neck isn't an illegal choke hold in any way. Then, White Rey asks the challenger if she submits, which the Carnage Legion on hand here tonight in the Carnage Arena would not like to see at all. A Jackson cheering section is going crazy as they see Lennox attempt to shake her head no to answer the question, meanwhile Jackson's main focus is to wrench the hold in even tighter!

 

Johnny Vegas: Obviously the champ would love to end things right here and I'm sure he's going to do all he can to force Lennox to submit. I know I would if that mammoth was sitting on my back like that.

 

The one-hundred pound Lennox has too little power to push herself and the near two-hundred and twenty pound Jackson up with her arms alone to drag both of them towards the rope!

 

 

Lennox's hand goes up in the air!

 

 

White Rey asks again. Lennox waives her hand side to side, signaling 'no'!

 

 

Jackson pulls back tightly on Melody's head and neck! He screams out as he pulls so hard its as if he's trying to rip Lennox's head off!

 

 

Melody slides her left arm off of Jackson's leg. Lennox's hand comes up just over the mat.. she fights the hold with everything she has!

 

 

Melody reaches back and wraps her arm around Jackson's left ankle! She pulls hard to break Jackson's balance, and it works! Jackson abandons the camel clutch submission, and the Carnage Legion cheers loudly!

 

Terra Skye: I'll be damned!! She found a way!

 

Ray Payne: It wuz abouts da only way dat she wuz gunna get frees of Mistah Jackson, yo. But she's frees, and dats all dat mattahs.

 

Jackson chooses to stand straight up, and he finishes his submission hold with a straight stomp downward on the lower back of the challenger that sends her face first down to the mat once more. The Legion boos as Jackson walks around the ring for a moment, allowing his muscles to stretch out and his mind to contemplate his next move. Meanwhile, the challenger is in a world of pain in the center of the ring. Jackson stays relentless on the ever dangerous Lennox, pulling her up to her feet once more by her hair, but Lennox moves slower than before. Back to her feet, Lennox shows her fighting spirit by throwing a forearm in the direction of the Dark Horse, but she's lifted off of her feet with a huge knee lift to the midsection, which drops her back down to her knees. Lennox can no longer get one foot underneath of her before Jackson wraps his arm around her head and gives her a short, yet spike DDT. The air is sucked out of the crowd now as Lennox bounces off of the mat upon first impact and slinks over to the side. Jackson pushes her limp body over to the side and throws an arm over her chest for the cover.

 

Terra Skye: Jackson with the Pin!!!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Melody Lennox kicks out!!!

 

Mel-o-dy! Mel-o-dy!

 

Ray Payne: Listens tah dem YOOO!!! GO MISS MELLY!!!!

 

Jackson sits up, a bit frustrated, and looks up at Carnage's Senior Referee as the two of them have had documented history in the past. But a veteran the caliber of Jackson isn't deterred for long. Back to his feet, he pulls the ever-increasingly labored Lennox back to her feet and there's not nearly as much fight from the challenger as there was at the start of the matchup. Jackson goes back to the well since it has worked without fail, and drives his knee into Lennox's breadbasket once again, forcing her to double over and to spit out saliva mixed with blood on the canvas.

 

Johnny Vegas: As with a lot of Jackson's other matches, his opponent is now bleeding. Shocker.

 

Terra Skye: That's no worse than why SynnStarr tried to do to Melody... and Melody fought through that. Not to mention Teaming up with Nick Perry against The Shovel Headed Kill Machine... She's got this.

 

The Dark Horse hammerlocks one of Melody's arms, and facelocks her before snapping her over with a vicious Machine Suplex. The Legion boos out loudly, but the Jackson cheering section screams out “ONE!” No sooner than when Lennox's back comes in contact with the mat, Jackson spins his hips and turns Lennox over and pulls her back to her feet. Jackson pops his hips a second time. “TWO!” Once again, the challenger's back slams hard against the canvas with the impact of a low-speed car collision. Jackson, not done in the slightest, repeats the motion once more. He pops his hips, “THREE!” and Lennox's body is forced to bear another hard impact. Each time Jackson sways his hips to pull Lennox back to her feet, it becomes harder as the challenger seems to lose more energy with each impact. Jackson pops his hips again, “FOUR!” and the boos in the Carnage Arena are giving way to a more generalized shock and silence. Beads of sweat begin to pour down the champions forehead as he wrenches Melody Lennox up by her head and neck for a fifth time just to throw her over with a FIFTH Machine Suplex - “FIVE!”

 

Ray Payne: Holy Shizz, yo. Five of dem Machiney Suplex thingies. Miss Melly can't take much mores of dis yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is why Jackson is such a beast. Honestly. Some people come out here and they say that they're relentless, or that they're badder than the rest... but Jackson, he's the only one that truly comes out here each and every time and proves why people should be booing him.. shows everyone that he is the only truly relentless individual in Carnage Wrestling today.

 

Terra Skye: Additionally, the man has a vast knowledge of this business. He's fought in more types of matches than I'm sure we even know.

 

Jackson now becomes labored a bit, as one-hundred pounds of dead weight in the middle of a championship match becomes heavier and heavier. Still, Jackson yells out as he pops his hips and the sounds of flesh impacting with wood beams and steel ring throughout the freshly renovated arena. “SIX!” Jackson's yells becoming more guttural now. This is more about proving a point. “SEVEN!” The boos start to come back, as Jackson struggles, yet manages to move his hips enough to pull Lennox up for an eighth suplex, summoning the strength to throw her over! “EIGHT!” Jackson's legs are shaking a bit, but he has to dig his heels into the canvas to leverage Lennox's body up for the ninth suplex. “NINE!” Jackson is gasping for breath just as much as Lennox is as this point, but he pulls her limp body up just enough – just barely to be able to pop his hips and slam her down with the “TEN!” Tenth and final machine suplex! Welcome to the Machine!!! Jackson uses the hammerlock grip to spin Lennox over onto her shoulders. The Jackson cheering section is up on their feet, with the rest of the energy zapped out of the Carnage Arena here tonight! White Rey slides down and makes the inevitable cover!

 

Johnny Vegas: This might very well be it!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THRE-NOO!!!! Melody pops her shoulder up!

 

HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

 

Terra Skye: And here she is folks!! Proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that she WANTS THIS BELT!!!!

 

The Carnage Legion EXPLODES! The roof is blown off the place in the form of the loudest cheers of 2016 as Jackson peers up wide-eyed. White Rey signals to Boy and to the crowd that it was only a count of two, and Jackson peers over at Lennox's hand reaching for the sky, so he knows that Rey is telling the truth. Jackson is slow to his feet, but much quicker than his opponent. He moves over to the northern ropes, leaning onto the top rope with his elbows as he kicks the bottom rope in frustration. Jackson turns back toward White Rey and gives him a few choice words before moving back to his challenger. Jackson stands over Melody, and bends over to get a grip of the hair that's resting just over her forehead. Melody shoots up and grabs Jackson by the head and leg, and pulls him down into a surprise inside cradle! Jackson flails his arms and legs wildly!

 

Terra Skye: She's done it again!!!

 

 

One!!!

 

 

Two!!!

 

 

Thre-NO!!! Jackson just manages to power out at the last possible moment!

 

Ray Payne: Ohhh Mah Gawddddd! Dat wuz a closes one yo!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: You aren't kidding Ray... Jesus. Melody almost had him, and I can't even fathom how, considering she was just 'Welcomed' to the machine!

 

Just as quickly as it seemed like Lennox was done, Jackson almost lost his championship in even quicker fashion! Startled by the sudden burst of energy from his opponent, Jackson is the first to shoot back up to his feet with a surge of brand new adrenaline. Lennox tries to spin to her feet, but her back and midsection are too badly damaged from the ten machine suplexes, she manages to effectively stagger right into a Mandible claw! The crowd gasps in unison as everyone knows where the mandible claw leads.. and it's evident on the challengers face that she is aware as well, as wide-eyed as she has become. Jackson hoists Lennox into the air with one arm, but Lennox somehow manages to spin herself around and land on her feet behind the Champion. Out of desperation, Lennox throws a dropkick into Jackson's back that sends him bounding towards the west ropes chest first! Jackson hits the ropes and stumbles backwards. Lennox reaches deep into her bag of tricks, and once more in desperation, leaps into the air and catches Jackson's head from behind with her legs. Lennox flips herself backwards, and with her the champion, and drives him from the top of his head first down into the center of the ring canvas with a spike reverse hurricanrana! The crowd is absolutely besides themselves, minus the Jackson cheering section, who are besides themselves as well for all the wrong reasons. White Rey immediately goes to check on Jackson, who is moving, but more or less out of it. Lennox would love to capitalize, but her damage is too severe. The reverse 'rana did seem to buy her plenty of time, but with both competitors down, Senior Referee White Rey has to begin a standing ten count!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh Come on!! Don't even bother Rey!! No one wants this match to end like this!!!

 

Terra Skye: He's got to do his job, Johnny.

 

Ray Payne: Dats whut makes White Rey da bestest yo.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!

 

 

Three!

 

 

Four!

 

 

Jackson is the first to stir. His arms reach up and clutch at his head and neck area. The reverse rana has been known to break necks and shorten careers, but luckily it seems Jackson is fortunate in that regard.

 

 

Five!

 

 

Lennox is still laying prone, clutching her lower back from all of those machine suplexes!

 

 

Six!

 

 

Jackson is the first to pull his head up off of the mat. He slides himself towards the bottom rope. Still Lennox is down.

 

 

Seven!

 

 

Jackson reaches the bottom rope, and pulls himself up enough to get his left arm underneath of his upper body. Lennox just now pulls her head up off of the mat.

 

 

Eight!

 

 

The Champion uses the middle rope to get up to one knee. He looks over to see Lennox struggling, reaching for the rafters to try to will herself back up. She is almost to a seated position.

 

 

Nine!

 

 

Jackson grabs for the top rope, and wrenches himself upward with a burst of energy from unknown origin. The quick burst is just enough for White Rey to make the signal that he is back up and able to continue. Meanwhile Lennox has just barely got up to one knee-

 

 

TE-

 

 

Lennox shoots herself up onto her feet! She makes the ten count!

 

Terra Skye: Lennox is up!! Lennox is--

 

But Jackson is quick to close the gap!!! He lifts Lennox up and DRILLS HER with THERAPY!!! Jackson lands in the sitout position, and reaches for Lennox's leg to make the cover! White Rey drops down and begins to count!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY SHIT!! Where in the hell did that--

 

Johnny Vegas: COVER by JACKSON!!!!

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THREE-NOO!!! LENNOX KICKS OUT!!!

 

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!! C-DUB!!

 

Terra Skye: I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Where is she finding the strength to kick out?!?! This shit is unreal!!!!

 

Jackson lays backward onto the mat with his head clutched tightly in his hands. White Rey makes the signal of a two count only, and the building is literally shaking from the deafening screams of the crowd! The OWF Network Cameras tremble and give the impression that the Carnage Arena is experiencing an earthquake right now! The Champion slides himself out from the Challenger and he immediately makes a b-line for White Rey! The Dark Horse says nothing, but he places two hands on Rey's chest and shoves him back against the ropes. If the crowd wasn't into this match before, they're into it now; as White Rey bounces of the ropes and shoves the champion right back!

 

Ray Payne: You does nots fucks wif White Rey, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jackson is obvioulsy not pleased that that was only a two count, and it doesn't help that White Rey and Jackson have a bit of a history of issues like this... but things appear to be boiling over right now.

 

Members of the Legion begin to wonder if Jackson is attempting to get himself disqualified, but this is more than that. Jackson returns White Rey's shove with a vicious haymaker that lays White Rey out cold!!! A loud gasp is let out of every single fan here in the Carnage Arena. With Lennox still down, and no referee present, Jackson immediately rolls out of the ring, and it appears as if Jackson's going to just leave!

 

Terra Skye: What in the hell?!

 

Johnny Vegas: You can't let it end like this!! Come ON!!!

 

But no! Jackson goes to a spot on the entrance ramp side of the ring, and lifts the ring apron. A few moments later, the Dark Horse Section is going crazy while the rest of the Carnage Legion is shocked to see Brad Jackson's jet black baseball bat. With a crazed look in Jackson's eyes, he takes the bat, and slides back in the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Oh no... And White Rey is out...

 

Ray Payne: Comes on Mistah Jackson!! Nots like dis!!! NOTS LIKES DISSS!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: This is why he's the Dark Horse...

 

He pushes himself back up to his feet, and looks up to see Melody Lennox standing there! The Legion cheers loudly!

 

Terra Skye: She's UP!!!

 

Lennox stands on the east side of the ring, Jackson on the left. She's clutching the back of her head with her left arm, and her lower back with her right arm. Lennox looks incensed. She screams in Jackson's direction to use it! To hit her in the face with the bat!! Jackson cocks the bat back to smash Lennox in the face, but the challenger does not flinch at all!!! Jackson stands with the bat cocked, and Lennox stands to face him, eye-to-eye like the beginning of the match. She eggs him on further- Use it!!! USE IT!!! Jackson seems conflicted!!! He looks down at the bat, and back at Lennox, and down at the bat again! White Rey is still knocked out cold!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHOA! I've never seen Lennox so incensed! There's a different side of this timid girl, that I think I Like it!!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Whether it's tonight or not... this girl is going to hold Carnage Wrestling gold. There is no doubt in my mind.

 

Ray Payne: I cannots believes dat she is saysing tah hits her yo!!!

 

With a loud scream, Jackson throws the bat down to the mat, and soon the two competitors are going at it once again, just like the beginning of the match! Jackson throwing right hands, and Lennox following up with forearm smashes! There isn't a soul that isn't on their feet right now as these two throw haymakers, blow for blow, each one harder than the last and some of the hardest hits ever thrown! Lennox throws one forearm too many! Jackson ducks! Lennox spins forward and stops herself before she hits the west-side ropes. Jackson clutches her arms from behind! He spins her over! SOMETHING WICKED!! NO!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: She SHOVES HIM OFF!!!! HOLY SHIT SHE SHOVES HIM OFF!!!!!

 

Jackson reaches down for the bat quickly, sensing Lennox charging him from behind! Jackson swings backwards with the bat wildly! Lennox somersault rolls underneath the bat shot! Jackson spins himself back around to resquare with Lennox! Lennox kicks Jackson in the gut!!! Jax drops the bat!!! She leaps up onto Jackson's back, OFF KEY SYMPHONY!!! NOO!!!! JACKSON BLOCKS THE ATTEMPT!!! HE THROWS LENNOX'S FEET TO THE MAT. SHE LANDS WITH HER BACK TURNED TO JACKSON!!! JACKSON SPINS AND CLUTCHES HER ARMS, TWISTS HER QUICKLY, AND DROPS WITH SOMETHING WICKED!!!!

 

Terra Skye: HE HITS IT THIS TIME!!! SOMETHING WICKED!!!!

 

Ray Payne: I honestlies dids not thinks dat he wuz gunna hits it dis times yo!! But he proveded me wrongs!!!

 

It takes every bit of energy Jackson has left to roll the challenger over, but he gets Lennox onto her back. Jackson gasps for each breath as he slides his arm over her chest for a cover. White Rey slowly comes to! The crowd boos loudly! Trash is starting to be thrown!!! This is it!!! White Rey raises his arm up into the air!!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

HER SHOULDERS STILL DOWN, HE RAISES HIS ARM UP AGAIN.

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THE LEGION BOOS LOUDLY, BUT LENNOX ISN'T MOVING!!!

 

 

THREE-NOOOOO!!!

 

 

The champion looks up at White Rey, White Rey's head turned towards the ropes.

 

 

MELODY GOT HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

 

C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!! C-DUB!!!!

 

Terra Skye: I cannot believe this!! Melody Lennox... MELODY FUCKING LENNOX GOT HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: At the very last second too!

 

Ray Payne: A second latah and dis would be ovah.

 

Johnny Vegas: Thanks for the update, Captain Obvious.

 

Jackson absolutely cannot believe it!!! He pushes himself up slowly onto his knees. White Rey lays his head back down onto the mat. Lennox is out cold! Jackson stands up, and takes one more look out to the Carnage Legion. With a big gulp, he reaches down, and with whatever strength he has left, he drags the one-hundred pound challenger out and away from the ropes. In only a moment that is this big, Jackson turns towards the northwest corner of the ring. He throws his back into the corner. He pushes his legs underneath of him to the bottom rope, and hoists himself up as slowly as ever. His boots reach the middle rope, his backside seated on the top turnbuckle. Jackson slowly stands up and raises a fist up for a move that he hasn't done in a long time. Gulping once more, Jackson wipes the sweat from his brow, and with a last ditch, he leaps off with a FIST DROP!!! LENNOX MOVES!!! BUT JACKSON FAKED IT!! LANDING ON HIS FEET!!!

 

Terra Skye: OH SHIT! She doesn't realize! She doesn't realize that he's still standing!!

 

The challenger struggles to roll herself through to her feet, completely unaware that the champion is waiting for her. She staggers upward, and mistakenly squares up without being sure that the champ is standing right behind her first. He is. Melody spins herself around and is immediately clutched!! JACKSON HOISTS HER HIGH UP INTO THE AIR, VERTICAL SUPLEX POSITIONING!!! HE STALLS IT!!! JACKSON GOES FOR THE #DAMAGE!!!

 

LENNOX PUSHES OFF!!!

 

SHE SLIDES DOWN JACKSON'S BACK FOR A ROLL UP!!!

 

JACKSON ALLOWS HIS MOMENTUM TO CARRY HIMSELF THROUGH THE PIN ATTEMPT, ROLLING HIMSELF BACK ONTO HIS FEET!!!

 

BUT MELODY ROLLS UP TOO!!! SHE LEAPS UP ONTO HIS BACK!!!

 

SHE SPINS HERSELF FORWARD FOR THE OFF-KEY SYMPHONY!!!!

 

Terra Skye: OFF KEY SYMPHONY!!!! SHE HIT IT!!!!!!

 

SHE STAYS SEATED FOR THE COVER!!!!

 

WHITE REY'S COUNT IS PAINFULLY SLOW!!!

 

 

 

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

LENNOX HOLDS JACKSON'S LEGS DOWN WITH EVERY BIT OF ENERGY SHE HAS LEFT!!!

 

 

TWO!!!!!

 

 

JACKSON KICKS HIS LEGS WITH WHATEVER ENERGY HE HAS LEFT!!!

 

 

..THREE!!!!!

 

THE CROWD GOES BALLISTIC!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: OHHHHHH

 

Johnny Vegas: MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

 

Ray Payne: GAWWWWDDDDDZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!

 

Matt Wylde: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH...

 

THE CARNAGE LEGION IS SCREAMING!!!

 

Both competitors crumble flat to the mat following the final bell, but the barricades and the added security can barely contain the unprecedented energy level that the Carnage Legion is displaying right here, right now, in this historic moment! EMTs and Trainers immediately rush down the entrance ramp, but White Rey is back up and he holds them off for the time being. Rey motions for the Carnage Championship belt and Boy hands it up to him through the ropes. Rey brings it over to where Lennox is laying on the mat, just barely starting to move. Lennox looks up, just as Rey offers her a hand to help her back to her feet. She has no idea what's going on until “This Will Be The Day” blares over the Carnage Arena PA System, just above the Melody cheers from the crowd. Melody stands and the moment happens, Senior Referee White Rey passes her the Carnage World Heavyweight Championship belt and raises her arm high in the air!

 

Matt Wylde: AND NNNNEEEEEWWWWW CARNAGE WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION... MMMEEELLLOOODDDYYYY LLLLLLLEEENNNNNNOOOXXXXXX!!!!!!

 

Melody immediately drops down to her knees, clutching the title belt closely to her chest. Tears form in the corners of her eyes as she falls down with her forehead to the mat with the belt clutched with both arms. Loud bursts are heard as pyrotechnic showers of sparks happen at the Entrance way, followed by a sea of confetti that shoots out from cannons positioned at the four corners of the ring, Carnage Wrestling's Orange and Black the primary colors that shower the entire ring and the new champion. Lennox sits up on her heels and pushes her blonde hair back over her head, and its clear to see that she's crying tears of joy of what this accomplishment means to her.

 

Terra Skye: What A night! What a Match!!! We have a NEW Carnage Champion!!

 

Johnny Vegas: UN-BE-FUCKING-LIEVABLE!!!!!!

 

Meanwhile, Jackson's rolled himself underneath the bottom rope quietly. He has his bat up on his shoulder, and his head hung low. He walks through the sea of orange and black confetti, limping slightly and lethargic in his motion back to the curtain. Near the top of the ramp, he looks over his shoulder one last time, to see Lennox kneeling in the center of the ring, tears streaming from her face with the Carnage Championship belt draped over her lap. Lennox looks down at the belt, while Jackson peers at her from a distance. A small smirk appears over his face before turning and exiting through the Carnage Arena curtain.

 

Ray Payne: Where'd Mistah Jackson go, yo?

 

Terra Skye: I thought he was... Wait.. Where is he?

 

Johnny Vegas: He's letting Melody have her moment... She deserves it.

 

Terra Skye: That she does. But in this moment, a midst all this excitement, lets not forget all the things that Jackson has done for Carnage Wrestling as one one of the greatest Champions in the history of CW. No matter what anyone says, He will go down in the history books as one of the best. Period.

 

Johnny Vegas: It is bittersweet, Terra. It's exciting to see Melody Lennox emerging here victorious on this, the One year anniversary of the reopening of Carnage Wrestling.. but it's sad to end an era as well. The era that started that night at Ultimate Carnage when Jackson beat both Brian Stryker and Alexandra Kelly to earn the right to call himself a double champion. While Stryker faded out, and Kelly ran away with her tail tucked between her legs, it was Jackson who stayed here, and showed us what a true champion is. And in this moment, right here, right now... he's showing it once again by letting the new champion, the future of Carnage Wrestling.... have her moment in the spotlight.

 

Terra Skye: I couldn't have said it any better myself, Johnny.

 

It takes help from Referee White Rey, but the new Carnage World Champion makes her way back to her feet. She takes the belt over to the southeast corner, the corner closest to the hard camera. She steps up onto the middle rope, and holds the championship belt high above her head while motioning with her free hand to the members of the Legion that have supported her along the way. Orange and Black Confetti continues to fall around her as she poses in the corner. More pyrotechnic blasts emerge from the lighting rig above the ring.

 

The Carnage Wrestling and OWF Network Logos fade in on the bottom right corner of the last shot of Underground: Survival. Tonight, Melody Lennox is the Ultimate Survivor as she stands tall with the Carnage World Championship among a sea of confetti and her fans.

 

Terra Skye: And on that note, we leave you... Thank you for joining us on this historic night for Carnage Wrestling! We'll see you at Chaos Nineteen! Goodnight everybody!

 

 

 

 

 

UNDERGROUND: SURVIVAL CREDITS:

 

General Posting/Editing- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

30 Minutes Before Showtime - CW Admin

Opening - CW Admin

Match 1: Lucas Silva Vs. Magdalena - Anubis, CW Admin & Kyra Johnson

Backstage - A Leisurely Stroll - Gary Altus & John Ojeda

Match 2: BCC Match - Hawkes Vs. Future Vs. Bell - OWF Wrestling

Backstage - The Sandtown... Bellboy? - Greg Jackson & Caleb

Commercial #1

Match 3: TTC S&V Vs. Z&A Vs. Glitterati Vs. SHKM - CW Admin

Hall of Legends Induction: Sinc Mercier - Kyra Johnson & Tweeder

Backstage - The Blonde & The Bastion - Melody Lennox & Matt Stone

Match 4: UV Match - Miyashita Vs. Sabiru Vs. Stone - Caleb

Commercial #2

Main Event: CC - Lennox Vs. Jackson - CW Admin

 

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