Preshow: The Champ is Here
Backstage at the 2300 arena, we see a stretch limo pull up and immediately two men in security garb walk to the door and open it, backing away to allow for the Ultraviolent champion, Matt Stone, to walk out of the car, looking around the area. He nods his head to the trunk and one of the men nods and walks around to retrieve his bag, Matt being more interested in the camera that’s there, now.

 

Matt Stone

 

Matt Stone: Hello Carnage, are you excited to see me? You should be, this is the night where I ascend to Legendary status. I’ve been oppressed since the first day I walked through these doors but now? Now I’m doing things my way. The Showman in me is just begging to get out and later on tonight, I’ve got a special treat for you all in preparation for my match.

 

The man comes back with his bag and Stone instructs him to open the front pouch and pull out the contents, soon being handed a bag of M&Ms. Matt pours some of the contents in his hand, showing they’re all red.

 

Matt Stone: You see this? No one in Carnage could figure out how to do this, but it’s really not that hard. You think I ever cared about this?

 

He asks, popping the candy into his mouth, taking a moment to savor the flavors before speaking again.

 

Matt Stone: You see, this was never about candy, it was about seeing if anyone cared here about me and you know what? They don’t. I don’t fit their mold here but they’re desperate. Desperate to have the star power that I bring, desperate to have someone like me that this new network can feature, the OWF network, they like me, I remind of them of a wrestler, funnily enough while the rest of these people, these rejects, they’re street trash compared to me.

 

Matt finishes the candy and starts walking, being followed by the two men.

 

Matt Stone: Tonight, I change that. On a night where Tweeder attempts to resurrect the fragments of a career he once had against Dazi to see who’s next on my victims list and a night were our cute little champion steps into the ring with a mad man looking to destroy her I’m here to steal the show. No one will remember the House of the Holy or the Shovelheads after tonight, no one will be talking about Baltimore City championship, if anyone is anyway, tonight is all about me and you’ll all see exactly what I’m talking about a little later, but for now, I’m off to get ready. Chop chop, guys!

 

Matt walks past the camera now, his men close behind, bumping the camera so it cuts out in the process.

 

 

 

Preshow: Controversy Returns
The lights were shining bright at the 2300 Arena as a black Challenger pulled into the last of the front parking spots that were available. As the lights were turned off and the car became silent, a man in all black got out of the passenger side of the car. With a smirk on his face, he made his was around the car to the driver side door and as he opened it, he held out his hand.

 

Aaron Mercer: My dear Marisol. Welcome to the start of your rise to the top.

 

Marisol Hawkes & Aaron Mercer

 

Marisol Hawkes made her way out of the driver seat and smirked as she stepped to the side of the gentleman. The gentleman popped the trunk and Marisol made her way to the back of the car. The driver side door was shut and the man made his way to the back trunk.

 

Marisol Hawkes: With you by my side Aaron Mercer, nothing is going to stop the order of controversy from rising to power.

 

Aaron quickly removed two bags from the trunk of the car and sat them on the ground. Aaron then quickly shut the trunk and picked up the bags. Marisol just chuckled as the pair started to make their way into the arena. Marisol wrapped her arm around Aaron's waist and chuckled.

 

Aaron Mercer: So what is your plan tonight? It is a standard rules match after all....

 

Marisol Hawkes: Standard rules or not Aaron, I meant what I said to you on the plane. The order of controversy will rise to power by any means necessary. I will do whatever it takes to win this match, even if I have to get dirty to do so.

 

Aaron chuckled as he sat a bag down and held the door open for Marisol. Marisol walked into the building and Aaron picked up the back and quickly followed suit. The fans saw Marisol and pictures were being taken as the two made their way to the locker room area.

 

Aaron Mercer: Are the fans this crazy sometimes?

 

Marisol Hawkes: Depends upon who the legion likes the most. Sometimes the fans are that way for me. I was in the ultraviolent division when I first started. Nearly won the belt as well.

 

Aaron Mercer: Who won the belt in that match?"

 

Marisol turned the corner and slowed down her walking just a slight bit. She looked to the left and the right and found the locker room area. Aaron looked at her with a confused look on his face as Marisol leaned against the wall near the locker room.

 

Marisol Hawkes: Dazi won that match. She has been a main stay and one where the fans adore her the most. As my manager, you need to know one thing Aaron. These fans come for blood and the action that makes Carnage Wrestling what it is today. Tonight....there is going to be blood that is spilled and names that are forged in the anals of history. Are you prepared to walk with me on that journey to make a name for myself like Tweeder?

 

Aaron walked up to Marisol and smiled. He nodded his head yes and the pair just laughed and evil laugh as they walked into the locker room to prepare for the night.

 

 

 

Preshow: Robby Black Vs. Garbage Fence
We are brought into a live shot of the 2300 Arena in South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Electricity cackles throughout the renovated “Bingo Hall” as the fans are chomping at the bit to get Ascension underway. The OWF Network crew are working tirelessly to apply the finishing touches, calibrating all of their equipment to go live in a few minutes.

 

Johnny Vegas: Can you feel the electricity in the city, tonight!?

 

Ray Payne: I'z feelz sumthin, yo. Dat pre-game activitiez undah da purkin garagez wuz bananahz, yo!

 

Terra Skye: Oh God, what were you two doing?

 

Johnny Vegas: Hey now, don't judge us.. It's Philly baby.

 

Ray Payne: Dey Knowed hows tah parties, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my God, you both are drunk, aren't you!? I expect this kind of crap from you, Johnny. But not you, Ray!

 

Ray Payne: Johnnie iz mah friendz, Miss Terra--

 

Johnny Vegas: I'm not his friend.

 

Ray Payne: B-b-but J-Johnny, dat's-

 

Johnny Vegas: Mwhahahaha I'm not nice, either!

 

Terra Skye: Johnny I--

 

The screams of children shatter the silence, and interrupt Terra as the echo throughout the arena. After what feels like forever, the arena goes silent. A short figure dressed in a white robe steps out from the back.

 

Johnny Vegas: Talk about a buzz kill.

 

Ghost Boy: He's got the whole world...in his hand...He's go the whole wide world...in his hand. He's got the whole...world in his hand. He's got the whole world in his...hand.

 

The Ghostly child begins to walk down the ramp and is followed by multiple other children hidden in white robes. All the kids except Ghost Boy begin to line up on each side of the ramp.

 

Ghost Choir: He's got the pretty little baby...in his hand...He's go the pretty little baby...in his hand. He's got the pretty little baby in his hand...He's got the whole world in his hand.

 

As the choir sings, An adult figure walks out from the back covered in a black robe. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, his face covered by the hood. He gets to the end and grabs the second rope. He proceeds to pull himself up and enters the ring. The man stands in the middle of the ring and slowly removes the belt that held his robe closed. He proceeds to drop the robe, revealing his face to the world. Robby had a smile that made even the bravest souls uncomfortable. The Choir makes their way up the ramp, back stage leaving Robby, and Ghost Boy alone.

 

Robby Black

 

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ.. Big thank you to that Ghost Boy thing for scaring the bejeezus out of me again.

 

Johnny Vegas: Why in the hell is he coming out now, though?

 

Ray Payne: Maybah he wunts tah comuh out earlies, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'm getting word that this match has been moved to the preshow.

 

Johnny Vegas: Does this mean that we're not recording right now on the Network?

 

Terra Skye: Frankly I don't know what it means.

 

“Beer is Good” by Pyschostick begins to pound throughout the arena’s Sound System as the fans are on their feet as Garbage Fence, one of the Masked Debaters, appears at the entrance to the arena.

 

Garbage Fence

 

Terra Skye: Black reminds me of the Grim Reaper.

 

Johnny Vegas: Why, is he here?

 

Terra Skye: What?

 

Johnny Vegas: No lie. A dude used to wrestle for us back in the day dressed up as the Grim Reaper-

 

Terra Skye: No way.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yes way. He bought one of those faceless hoods from a Halloween store and wore it to the ring!

 

Terra Skye: No way! Get the hell out...

 

Johnny Vegas: Totally serious! Scythe and everything.

 

Ray Payne: Speekin' of scythes yo, I foundz a Scyther back in da bafrooms...

 

Johnny Vegas: GET THE FUCK OUT!

 

Ray Payne: Yeah, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER YOU PRICK?!?!

 

Ray Payne: Cuz we ain't friends, John-

 

Johnny Vegas: WHEN IT COMES TO POKEMON GO, WE'RE FUCKING FRIENDS, OKAY?!?!

 

Fence looks around as if he has no idea what's going on before a backstage worker comes out and begins laying pieces of trash along the entrance ramp; leading down to the ring. Garbage Fence immediately comes to life, screaming 'COLLLECTIONS!' As he heads towards the ring, he grabs up every single piece of trash that is laid in front of him, including the discarded cups and bottles from the fans along the way.

 

Terra Skye: This is just pitiful.

 

Johnny Vegas: No, what's pitiful is that I've done more walking than I've done in my life for this damn game, and RAY here doesn't fucking tell me that there was a God damned Scyther in the bathroom.

 

Robby Black remains in the opposite corner of the ring as Garbage Fence makes his way into the ring, his arms now full of garbage. Matt Wylde emerges from outside the ring and comes to stand between the two competitors.

 

Matt Wylde: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ascension Pre-Show! Tonight’s warm-up bout features an up and coming rookie looking for his first victory and a blast from the past. In the corner to my left, weighting two-hundred and thirty pounds and hailing from “Your Child’s Worse Nightmare” . . . Robby Black!!

 

Terra Skye: Child’s worse nightmare? I think Robby needs a new gimmick.

 

Ray Payne: I mean Mistah Reapah culd alwayz be anothah Masked Debatah, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I’m sure you’d give him pointers on that, Ray.

 

Johnny Vegas: OoOo, burn!

 

Ray Payne: Speakin of da burns, yo. I foundz a charmandah back on I-95...

 

Johnny Vegas: YOU SON OF A-

 

Matt Wylde: And standing the corner to my right, he hails from the dumpster in the back behind Carnage Arena and weighs the approximate estimate of a collection…..Garbage Fence!

 

Garbage Fence looks around at the cheering crowd, holding his Collection in his arms, keeping it from any harm. Matt Wylde steps back and climbs out of the ring as Ref Jeff comes to stand between both competitors to explain the rules of the match, which are bare minimum to begin with. As Jeff steps back and signals to Boy at ringside, that familiar sound radiates throughout the 2300 Arena.

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Finally! It’s time for some action!

 

Vegas pulls out a whiskey bottle and slams it down on the table.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, is that a bottle of whiskey?

 

Johnny Vegas: Nope. It's just a figment of your imagination, child...

 

Terra Skye: I think we need to talk to Management about your drinking problem.

 

Johnny Vegas: What drinking problem? This is the preshow! This is my free time!

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: I’ll share!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wurks fur me, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I didn't mean I'd share with YOU - PokeMASTER!

 

As Ref Jeff moves to the side, Robby Black is the first to launch himself across the ring towards Garbage. Fence deftly sidesteps as Robby comes charging towards him, spinning completely around in order to protect his collection from Black. Black once again dives for Fence, but Fence slams Robby down onto the canvas and then rolls backwards towards the ropes, dropping a few pieces of trash along the way. Fence panics and grabs them up as the crowd isn't really sure what to do in this match up.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Fences needs tah focuses, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: He IS focused... on his collection.

 

Fence pushes away from the ropes and turns to face his opponent, only to be completely caught off guard by a European Uppercut from Robby that sends Fence reeling into the ropes, and the lot of his 'collection' falling all around his feet. Black doesn't let Fence have a chance to grab any of the trash surrounding them, he grabs hold of Garbage by his shoulders and slings him back towards the middle of the ring with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Fence smacks off the canvas as Black is quick to follow up by locking in a Dragon Sleeper that effectively slows down the spastic Masked Debater.

 

Johnny Vegas: That’s one way to slow down this match that nobody cares about.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny!

 

Johnny Vegas: It's true though. I think we're all thinking it's time for these two to just, go away for good.

 

Terra Skye: That's unjust. At any moment, we could see some spark from either one of these two men. Okay, perhaps not Garbage Fence. I think management set up this match to see if Robby Black really had what it took to be in Carnage Wrestling. If Robby doesn't win tonight, it could be a pink slip.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Black haz gottah show dat he haz whut it takes, yo.. He gots tah--

 

Garbage Fence lets loose with a muffled roar of pain through his mask as Robby Black continues to apply the Dragon Sleeper. In all reality though, it looks like Fence really isn't concerned with the pain of the hold, but with the fact that Black is keeping him from the garbage that is strewn about in front of him. Ref Jeff slips across the canvas towards the two competitors to check the hold and see if Fence wishes to submit.

 

Garbage Fence: Collections!!!!! EHEHEHEHE!!!!

 

The competitor yells while reaching up with both of his hands to grab a hold of Robby by his hair once more. Fence then pushes against the canvas with his boots and starts to stand up while Robby continues to apply the Dragon Sleeper. Garbage then falls back down to the ground while driving the top of his head directly into the jaw of Robby. Black tumbles away onto the canvas while releasing Garbage who is also reeling from the impact of the desperation move.

 

Johnny Vegas: And that’s one way to break out of a Dragon Sleeper.

 

Terra Skye: Pretty sure that wasn't meant to be a wrestling move... he just wants to get to his collection.

 

Fence clamors towards the closest piece of trash, and grabs it up into his hands, his head nodding like he's the happiest debater on the plant earth. While Fence is busy collecting the remainder of his treasures, Robby is up to one knee while rolling his jaw around to alleviate the pain radiating through hit. Fence pivots around on the heels of his wrestling boots as Robby is leaning against the ropes to the opposite side of the ring. Garbage Fence looks down at his collection, and then across the ring at Black and in a moment of sheer aggression, he tears off towards Black across the ring and collides directly into him, sending the two men toppling over the top ropes to the outside of the ring, and garbage slowly drifts down to the ground around them.

 

Johnny Vegas: And they go over the top!

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Fences jus wunts tah protectz hiz collecties, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I'm actually shocked that he did that, because now it's all on the ground once again. I'm sure he's not going to be happy to realize that that's the case once again.

 

Robby Black collides into the adjacent barricade after toppling over the ropes while Garbage Fence managed to roll away through the impact of landing outside the ring. Moving back towards Robby, Fence snaps off a Chop that catches Robby directly across his pectorals. Black groans and tries to push against the barricade to gain leverage but Garbage retaliates with another Chop that echoes throughout the entire arena.

 

Johnny Vegas: GET PISSED! WOO!

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe this.

 

Garbage tries to take hold of Robby by his hair but his opponent is ready this time around. Reaching forth with both of his hands he rakes the eyes of fence, which is especially interesting considering the man is wearing a mask. Fence roars, seemingly selling the move as he spins around and collides into the outside edge of the ring. Garbage pushes against the edge of the ring but is only rewarded with a European Uppercut from Robby that knocks Fence off his feet and down onto the ground by ringside. Robby reaches down to Fence and takes hold of the man by his head and shoulders. Black pulls Garbage back up to his feet and then spins around, delivering an Irish Whip to his opponent. Fence collides into the unforgiving steel of the ring post and then falls to the ground once more.

 

Johnny Vegas: Robby may have just broken Garbage Fence’s shoulder.

 

Ray Payne: Dats jus not nices, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I just don't even know anymore.

 

As Garbage tries to get back up to his feet by reaching out to the nearby steps, Robby reaches down and takes hold of the man’s hand to apply an Armbar. Meanwhile Ref Jeff snaps back into reality and approaches the nearby ropes that face the two competitors at ringside.

 

Ref Jeff: One!

 

Robby Black continues to hold the Armbar despite the two men being outside the ring. Fence pushes against Black and the hold, struggling to gain the upper hand as the two men tumble towards the nearest barricade.

 

Ref Jeff: Two!!

 

Garbage Fence miraculously breaks out of the Armbar by simply driving his left knee directly into the groin of Robby. Black releases the hold and relents backwards while damn near kneeling over. Robby manages to find some relief as he leans against a barricade to the northern side of the ring while Fence dashes towards the edge of the ring, leaps up to the edge and springboards off the ring, crash landing in a pile of garbage – totally missing Robby Black in the process!

 

Johnny Vegas: So much for Garbage Fence actually wrestling... hmm?

 

Ray Payne: He didz guud, yo.

 

Terra Skye: His need for the Collection, it took over.

 

Black takes notice of Fence as Garbage closes the distance between the two of them, very obviously distracted, however. As the two get closer, Robby Black fires off a Standing Sidekick that catches Fence in the throat and lays him out on the unforgiving ground beneath the two of them.

 

Ref Jeff: Four!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz a noice kick by mistah Black, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god, was that Key and Peele?

 

Ray Payne: Wherez, yo? I gotstah buys more pokeballs tah catch dem!

 

Johnny Vegas: And not tell me, right?!

 

Robby Black huffs air into his lungs trying to get fired up once more as he takes hold of Garbage Fence and Irish Whips him towards the edge of the ring. Fence manages to catch the ring skirt with his foot before running straight into it. Visually frustrated, Black runs up and takes hold, locking up with Fence, Robby falls backwards and sends Fence into the outside barricade with a Belly-To-Back Suplex that lays both men out once more. Fortunately the barely padded concrete took most of Black’s impact – unfortunately for Garbage, the unforgiving barricade broke most of his fall.

 

Ray Payne: I dink Mistah Black tooked out da trashes, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Oh.. My God...

 

Johnny Vegas: Hahahaha!! Ray, you're hilariously dumb.

 

Ray Payne: Yo shut yur mouf, Johnny, or I iz not tellin' ya where da squirtle iz at-

 

Johnny Vegas: I already have a squirtle you Bastard!!

 

Ref Jeff looks over the ropes to the broken body of Fence and throws his hands up questioning what should happen next. So, he continues the ten Count while Robby sits up slowly outside the ring once more.

 

Ref Jeff: Five!!!

 

Garbage Fence is slow to show signs of life as he remains crumbled against the barricade that barely seems capable of containing the madness and energy already overtaking the fans in attendance tonight. Finally getting back up to his feet, Robby moves over to Fence and hoists the man back up to his feet. Garbage fights back as the two men struggle towards the side of the ring once more, the announce table behind the two competitors at the moment.

 

Ref Jeff: Six!!!

 

Catching Black in the sternum with a punch, Robby doubles over as the wind is knocked out of him. Fence grabs Robby by his arms and spins around with the man, launching him directly into the front of the announce table.

 

Terra Skye: Already?!

 

Johnny Vegas: You two better watch yourselves!

 

Ref Jeff: Seven!!!

 

The table manages to hold against the weight of Robby. Garbage fence walks away from Black for a moment, and picks up a few items, bringing them back to Black.

 

Garbage Fence: COLLECTIONS!

 

Fence lays into Black with a hard right hand, as he holds onto his trash with the other hand. With Robby still seeing stars, Garbage climbs onto the announce table, most likely stepping on everyone in the process.

 

Johnny Vegas: Hey, hey.. HEY! What are you DOING?!

 

Ray Payne: Yo, he'z standin' on a machop, yo!

 

Garbage Fence: Collections.. EHEHEHEEEEE!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: There's a machop on the announce table?!?!

 

Garbage Fence: MY MACHOP!!! MY COLLECTION!!! EHEHEHEHEH!!!

 

Turning back to face Robby Black after conferring with the announce team, Garbage leaps off the announce table and comes down onto Black with a Body Splash that sends a resounding thump that nearby fans can feel in their chests.

 

Ref Jeff: Eight!!!

 

Fence steps back as Robby is slow to get back up to his feet once more. Finally having enough jawing with Ref Jeff, Garbage brings his attention back towards his opponent. As Fence closes the distance and leans forward to grab hold of Robby, Black springs up suddenly from the canvas and grabs hold of Fence, slamming him back down into the middle of the concrete with a Side Effect. Robby wastes no time in covering up Fence for a pin attempt. Ref Jeff doesn't count the pin because it's happening outside of the ring.

 

Ref Jeff: Nine!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: That numbnuts tried to pin him outside the ring!

 

Terra Skye: It's a standard match.. but this match has been anything but standard.

 

Ray Payne: It's all aboutah man an his treasurah, yo.

 

Garbage Fence kicks out, but only because he spotted a discarded soda cup nearby, and he turns himself over on his stomach underneath Robby Black, crawling to get to the cup. Black stands up, shaking his head and goes to grab Fence by the head, but Fence pulls away!

 

Ref Jeff: Ten!!!

 

Ref Jeff motions for the bell, signaling a double count out!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Ray Payne: Well dere you haz it yo.

 

Terra Skye: Wow.

 

Johnny Vegas: Did you guys really expect this to go anyother way? Honestly?

 

Black goes to grab Garbage Fence to roll him back into the ring, but it's too late as both men have been counted out. Black looks up at Ref Jeff absolutely infuriated, but he turned his back too soon as Fence leaps into the air and latches onto Black from behind! Black falls backwards with both of Garbage Fence's knees buried into his back for a vicious backstabber right in front of the announce table!! Black flips over and onto his stomach as Garbage Fence rolls over as well into an applied crossface submission!

 

Matt Wylde: Ladies and Gentlemen, Ref Jeff has declared a double-countout! Therefore this match is a draw!

 

Garbage Fence: EHEHEHEHE!!!!

 

Terra Skye: Garbage Fence with a huge maneuver there - but the match is already over! He needs to let go!

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't think that Garbage Fence really cares about the match.

 

Ray Payne: He cares about hiz collections, yo.

 

DING DING DING DING DING!

 

Garbage Fence rips backward on Robby Black's head and neck as Robby screams out in excruciating pain. Black begins tapping on the concrete but there is no help. Ref Jeff hops down from the ring apron to try to pull Garbage Fence away - but Fence lunges at him, instead! Like a feral animal, Fence guards the body of Robby Black as if it were a fresh meal. Security begin to head down from the entrance ramp.

 

Terra Skye: Oh, thank god Security has finally arrived! God knows the ring bell isn't working!

 

Boy: Ever work, ring bell does not. Behold! Trash man and the darkness that is he - undone by no man he is not!

 

Garbage Fence scoops up the body of Robby Black and hops over the barricade with it! Garbage Fence, with a human being draped over his shoulder, is seen running towards the exit screaming 'COLLECTIONS' with a horde of security chasing him. Ref Jeff is left standing right in front of the announce table. He shrugs his shoulders before turning to head his way on back toward the backstage area.

 

Terra Skye: So, uhm, I guess, that was a kidnapping?

 

Johnny Vegas: Clearly, Garbage Fence just added to his collection right there.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz no kidnappins' yo. Dat wuz da beginnin's of Cee Dubbya ASCENSIONS!!!

 

 

 

 

 

I was there on the day truth died
Blood on my hands throw 'em up in the sky
I was the number one sinner, no less
My life was a lie, and my wish was a death
I fell in love with the ways of the world
Money, the fame, the booze, the girls
But I couldn't stay faithful, if tried
I turned in to a devil, you could see it in my eyes
I blacked out, told you everything I ever did
I couldn't take all the lies I was living with
I broke your heart, woke up the next day
My bags outside, yelling, "Get the hell away!
You're not a husband, not a father, just a pig
And you can't never change all the things that you did!"
That's when I knew it, it wouldn't last
You never get away, when you're running from the past.

 

(I will fly) Fly into outer space
I float away, but you're my gravity
(I will die) Die to love another day
We rise again and lose our gravity

 

I'm a broken man, I'm full of sin
I'm sick of all this hell that I'm living in
And I can't escape it, this is how it feels
When you try to numb the pain with a thousand pills
You tore me down, wished that I was dead
Said you wanna sleep alone in another bed
But when I push away, you only pull me closer
It's only over when we both wanna say it's over
I gotta change this is not who I am
I wanna start over wanna try this again
You're everything I need, everything I'm not
So pull the trigger, give me one more shot

 

(I will fly) Fly into outer space
I float away, but you're my gravity
(I will die) Die to love another day
We rise again and lose our gravity

 

You love me, you hate me, you kiss me, you break me
You lifted me up just to watch as you broke me
You promised me, looked me straight in the eyes
No matter what you say, I don't know truth from the lies
I helped you up, like I always do
I forgave you for your sins and I carried you through them
No matter how hard we fought, we always knew
You will bleed for me, and I will bleed for you

 

Fly into outer space
I float away, but you're my gravity
Die to love another day
We rise again and lose our gravity.

 

(I will fly) Fly into outer space
I float away, but you're my gravity
(I will die) Die to love another day
We rise again and lose our gravity.

 

(I will fly) Fly into outer space
I float away, but you're my gravity
(I will die) die to love another day
We rise again and lose our gravity.

 

Baby, we can float away

 

 

 



July 10th, 2016
The 2300 Arena - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Tonight's Attendance: 1,300 (But Officially, it's closer to 1,400 - Shhhh! Don't tell anyone!)

 

Exclusively on the

 

 

The Carnage Legion here in South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania are still murmuring as the excitement from the apparent kidnapping dies down slowly. The OWF Network™ feed is Live - so there's no time to waste in the sold out 2300 Arena as we officially kick off the festivities of chaos and mayhem here this evening! "Gravity" by Papa Roach grows louder over the Arena PA Speakers to draw the crowd's attention back towards the ring. The Hard-camera pans around the old bingo hall to see standing room only, along with a thousand steel folding chairs that may not be used at all this evening for seating purposes. Fathers and Mothers hold their children up on their shoulders for a better view - huge banners portraying the "Ascension" logo are draped along the top of each of the four walls in this old warehouse's structure. The hard camera pans across the crowd and comes to focus on one of the Ascension posters featuring CW World Champion Melody Lennox & CW UltraViolent Champion Matt Stone.

 

"So pull the trigger, give me one more shot..."

 

We rise again at the announce table where we see Johnny, Ray, Terra, Boy & the infamous bottle of whiskey. Terra waves to the Carnage Legion watching on the OWF Network at home. Johnny is pouring himself a drink. Ray is busy playing Pokemon: Go! on his mobile phone, an app that may or may not be the primary cause for a sixteen car pileup on I-95 a few hours ago. Boy is leaning over Ray's shoulder, pointing to one of the cartoon monsters that appears as if it's standing on the announce table itself. The thought of a tiny cartoon monster standing on the announce table is enough for Boy to throw his body underneath the timekeeper's table in fear... an act that almost spills Johnny Vegas's drink.

 

On the Carnagetron 20 screen, we see shots of the current Carnage Wrestling champions - The Shovel Headed Kill Machine, Robbie Future, Matt Stone, and Melody Lennox; each of them holding their championship gold and posing while positioned at the top of the ladder. Then, the challengers for said championships, Magdalena and Charity Jones, Cynder Hendricks, "The Sandtown Kid" Lucas Silva, and Sabiru; all of them shown climbing the ladder as if pulling themselves up to a new height. Marisol Hawkes and Nina Stokes are shown both standing on the same ladder, on opposite sides. Dazi Miyashita and Tweeder shown after them. The final shot is the entire CW roster standing at the bottom of the ladder, with Melody Lennox straddling the top with the Carnage Championship clutched in her hands.

 

"We rise again and lose our gravity"

 

With the lights dimmed, the camera pans back around the crowd as amber-colored spotlight beams dance in the venue. The eight evenly spaced beams swirl about for the length of the chorus until each of them point themselves at the center of the ring... illuminating a twelve-foot ladder in an a sparkling gold hue. Terra, Ray, and Johnny - all dressed in their Sunday best - begin to speak as the camera stays focused on the ladder in the center of the ring.

 

 

Ascension: 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: That was nice segway, Ray.

 

Ray Payne: Danks yah Miss Terra!

 

Johnny Vegas: Are we live?! I think we're live!

 

Terra Skye: Oh, Shit! Welcome, Everyone To ASCENSION!!!!

 

Ray Payne: Welcomez, Yo! I iz Ray Payne, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: And I'm Johnny Vegas! The greatest comm--

 

Terra Skye: No, Johnny.. You're the drunkest commentator. Hello folks, I'm Terra Skye, and we're here tonight from the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!

 

Ray Payne: We already hadz one match, yo. On da preshows.

 

Johnny Vegas: Which ended in an apparent kidnapping.

 

Terra Skye: Robby Black became a part of Garbage Fence's collection...

 

Ray Payne: Unfortunates fur Mistah Black, but supah fortunate fur Mistah Fences, yo!

 

Terra Skye: That's looking at things positively, Ray.

 

Johnny Vegas: But we can't worry about that now! I'm sure freak boy will find his way away from Garbage Fence... He can't be that dangerous!

 

Ray Payne: Dats rite yo! We gotz a huge show fur you's all tonite, yo!

 

Terra Skye: As if nothing ever happened... Anyway. We've got six matches on tap for tonight, with every title on the line!

 

Johnny Vegas: The lovely Marisol Hawkes is going up against Nina Stokes in just a few minutes... Once we're done telling you all about this night. Why do we do this anyway... I mean really?

 

Terra Skye: We do it because that's what you do when you're on a wrestling show.

 

Ray Payne: Dats rite, I iz lookin furwardz tah seein whut Miss Mari an Miss Nine brings tah dis match, yo. Dey bof respects une anothah, yo. I sees it on da Tweetah ding dat I haz on mah phones, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Why they ever let you have a Twitter, I'll never know.

 

Terra Skye: It is true though, these two ladies respect one another, it's going to be interesting to see how this plays out, considering we don't get too many matches here in Carnage where someone doesn't hate their opponent.

 

Johnny Vegas: BORING!

 

Terra Skye: And I suppose you're just itching to get to the Ultraviolent Championship match, where--

 

Johnny Vegas: HELL YES! Gonna watch Matt Stone whoop some Sandtown ASS!

 

Ray Payne: You iz undahestimatin Mistah Soundtown, yo. Jus saysin.

 

Terra Skye: Of course he is, that's what he does.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh, Please. Matt Stone is a fucking beast. Ain't no one going to tell me otherwise.

 

Terra Skye: Until he loses that precious championship of his.

 

Johnny Vegas: HOW DARE YOU!

 

Ray Payne: I fur one iz luukin furwurds tah Mistah Tweedah Versus Miss Dazi, yo. Dat iz gunna be a guud match, yo.

 

Terra Skye: The Ultraviolent Icon, against she who some call the Female Tweeder. It's going to be a good one, no doubt filled with a lot of violence, and a lot of blood.

 

Johnny Vegas: You sure you're gonna be able to handle that, after how you reacted at Chaos 21?

 

Terra Skye: You're never going to let me live that one down, are you?

 

Ray Payne: Yah wuz kindah sicks yo. I wuz worriedz.

 

Johnny Vegas: I was more annoyed.

 

Terra Skye: I'm fine. Jesus. Lets move on, shall we.

 

Ray Payne: Mistah Shovel an Mistah Headeds is gunna go up againsts Miss Maggie an Miss Charity, yo. Cuz.. wells, ya knowz..

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, Nathan Cristion is a Veggie tale.

 

Terra Skye: JOHNNY!

 

Ray Payne: He is rite, yo... He's worse off den Boy iz.

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy Shit!

 

Boy: Almost dead in the daytime, throwing dead carcass at the wall where the snowball hit. Mail.

 

Terra Skye: Alrighty then. Anyway, Indeed Charity Jones will be replacing Nathan Cristion in this Tag Title Ladder match.. It's going to be interesting to see how these four competitors fare in a match like this. We know already that Ojeda and Altus know how to fight hardcore, but can they ascend?

 

Johnny Vegas: If we're lucky one of them will fall through the ring, and into the tenth dimension or some shit like that.

 

Ray Payne: Yo.. Datz a guud ideas, yo. I wundah if dey haz any pokermons ovah dere, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know Ray.. why don't you go there and find out.

 

Terra Skye: Children.. Calm yourselves. We've also got Cynder Hendricks going up against Robbie Future in an Ultraviolent match for the Baltimore City Championship. Ladders are the only legal weapon in this match up.

 

Johnny Vegas: REAL original Hickerson... Sheesh.

 

Ray Payne: I thoughted it wuz an originallyies idea, yo.

 

Terra Skye: This is Ascension, Johnny. Everything has to involve heights in some way... well most everything.

 

Johnny Vegas: Gimmicks.. gimmicks.. Blah Blah Blah.

 

Terra Skye: UGH. Nevermind. Cynder is the trainee of John Ojeda, as we've said many times before, and here she is on the verge of her first singles title here in Carnage Wrestling...

 

Ray Payne: I dink she iz gunna gets it yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, I mean come on... how much has Future honestly done since he won the belt at Underground? NOTHING. He's a fucking paper champion.

 

Terra Skye: I can't really disagree. But someone who hasn't been a paper champ, Melody Lennox.. Hmm?

 

Ray Payne: MISS MELLIE YO!

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, well this is her first defense... and she's going up against Sabiru in what was supposed to be her rematch with Jackson. She's got her work cut out for her tonight.

 

Terra Skye: Mighty Mellie has taken down everyone that they've put in front of her. This'll be no different.

 

Johnny Vegas: Now it's you who's underestimating. The man only known as Sabiru is only here to hurt Miss Lennox. Ain't no one gonna be able to save her in that steel cage tonight, where pinfalls and submissions DON'T count.

 

Ray Payne: Dats rite, yo.. yah haz tah touches da floors ta win, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I have faith in our champ.

 

Johnny Vegas: I guess we'll find out. Say is it time to get this shit underway yet?

 

Ray Payne: Yo, Johnny can I haz a drink, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Why should I? You fucked me out of some great pokemon.

 

Ray Payne: I iz sorries. I's promises dat I will tells yah next times, yo. I jus did nots knows dat when it comes tah pokermons, dat we is friendz, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Jesus... You two are beyond saving. Anyway, looks like we're headed backstage before the first match of the night!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAT? We never do--

 

 

 

Backstage: Ready to Shock and Awe
The camera fades in as we see Nina Stokes standing backstage near a promotional poster. She turns to her right a bit and glances at the poster for for a couple of moments. Nina gently strokes her chin.

 

Nina Stokes

 

Nina Stokes: That’s a pretty sweet poster, am I right? You got a nice shot of Melody up there; can’t be mad at that. Although, it could use some Stokes—that always spices things up.

 

She turn back towards the camera.

 

Nina Stokes: Aye, but enough joking around. Let’s down to business, shall we?

 

Nina nods just a bit.

 

Nina Stokes: A couple of weeks ago, I made my glorious Carnage debut. I’m not going to lie, I was thoroughly excited. I was pumped up. Therefore, I went out there and had a really good match with my opponent…

 

She pauses for a second or two.

 

Nina Stokes: You see, I did have good match. Hell, I probably gave Robby the best match he’s ever had. But you see, matches like the one I had with Robby Black don’t satisfy me. What you’ve got to understand is, I’m a woman who loves challenge. And while Mr. Black did tag me a couple of times, ultimately, he wasn’t much of threat.

 

She shrugs her shoulder.

 

Nina Stokes: That’s probably sounds blunt. But, it is what it is.

 

Nina pauses once more.

 

Nina Stokes: However, that’s where you come in, Marisol.

 

Nina smirks just a bit.

 

Nina Stokes: Truth be told, I’ve wanted to challenge you for a long time now. The only thing stopping that is that we’ve never really been in the same place at the same time—but now we are.

 

Nina nods.

 

Nina Stokes: This match has been building for long time now. And, I don’t know about you, dear, but I’m feeling frisky. Melody and Sabiru is scheduled as the main event, as it should be. But will it be the best match on the card?

 

She smirks again.

 

Nina Stokes: Not if I’ve got anything to say about.

 

Nina shrugs.

 

Nina Stokes: Now, I could keep on rambling, but no one wants to hear that. So, Marisol, I’ll see you soon boo. Be ready to shock and awe out there, aite?

 

The feed fades out.

 

 

 

Match One: Nina Stokes Vs. Marisol Hawkes
As the madness from Ascension’s opening pre-show match continues to wind down, ringside employees can be seen scurrying around to prepare for the upcoming match. The camera pans back from a view of the 2300 Arena to focus onto the Carnage Wrestling Announce Team once more.

 

Terra Skye: Nina Stokes showing everyone how confident she is going into this one. She looks ready to get this one started between she and Marisol.

 

Johnny Vegas: Considering how GREAT the Preshow was, I can't wait for this match!!!

 

Terra Skye: Are you being serious, Johnny?

 

Johnny Vegas: ABSOLUTELY! I must've had two or three shots during that piece of crap alone!

 

Terra Skye: Oh. I should've known. That and no one really cares anymore that Robby Black got--

 

Ray Payne: He gots collectedz, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: EHHHHEEEEE!!!

 

Terra Skye: UGH. I can't believe you two. Can we just talk about the upcoming match.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Hawkes and Miss Stokes are going to tear it up, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It’s about time we saw some real talent in the middle of the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Johnny!

 

Ray Payne: Hey yo, Mista Fence wuz funny, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Jesus Terra, I was saying that these two are going to be more talented than what we saw on the preshow! Sheesh!

 

Boy: POKEMAN in the capture, has I! TABLE SAFETY; RED EUROPEAN WAISTBANDS!

 

Matt Wylde steps into the ring, microphone in hand.

 

Matt Wylde: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Carnage Legion.. WELCOME to ASCENSION!!!! This first match is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under normal rules!!!!

 

"Liar Liar" by Kamelot hits the speakers as Marisol Hawkes walks out on the ramp in her black and purple leather attire. She smirks as she glares around the 2300 Arena at the Carnage Legion. She stands atop the stage for a few moments, taking in the feeling upon this, her return to Carnage Wrestling.

 

Marisol Hawkes

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada by way of Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing 126 pounds……Marisol Hawkes!!!

 

Terra Skye: Gotta remember here, this is Marisol's return match here to Carnage Wrestling.

 

Ray Payne: She'z been gones fur a lil whiles, yo.

 

She then proceeds down the ramp and quickly up to the ring steps. She smiles at the crowd again as she gets in the ring and then looks back up the ramp. Marisol stretches and paces the ring, settling into one of the corners of the ring as Ref Jeff and Matt Wylde can be seen standing in the middle of the canvas.

 

Ray Payne: Miss Hawkes is looking to make an impact tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: Marisol can make an impact on me, anytime.

 

Terra Skye: Both those women in this match could kick your ancient drunk ass, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: And I’d enjoy every moment of that.

 

Ray Payne: Yo!

 

Terra Skye: Disgusting. You make me sick.

 

The lights in the 2300 Arena dim a bit. There is silence for a few moments. After about ten seconds or so, the beginning rifts of Dir En Grey’s “Ruten no Tō” begins to play over the speakers. Kyo, the lead singer, belts out the song’s bridge as Nina slowly comes out from the back. She has her head down.

 

Terra Skye: Love this.

 

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

 

Nina Stokes

 

Matt Wylde: And her opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida via Seattle, Washington, weighing 136 pounds…..Nina Stokes!

 

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

 

Terra Skye: Nina made quite the impact a few weeks ago with her debut victory over Robby Black, who may be anywhere in the tri-state area by now. Tonight, though, this match is about two friends who are trying to steal the show.

 

Ray Payne: It shouldz be funz to see these two ladies compete, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You gotta love some girl on girl action!

 

Terra Skye: I heard there was a monkeymon backstage somewhere, Johnny...

 

Johnny Vegas: Nice try, Terra- there's no Monkeymon!

 

Ray Payne: If dat'z true Johnny, den why doez I have one in my pokedexes?

 

Johnny Vegas: LIAR!

 

Matt Wylde slides through the bottom ropes to the outside of the ring, coming to sit down in a chair next to the Timekeeper, Boy. Strumming his guitar, he takes notice of Referee Silent Cal calling for the bell and smacks the bell with his guitar.

 

DING!

 

Ray Payne: Jus one dingy, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Boy is in a mood. Leave him alone.

 

Referee Silent Cal moves from the middle of the ring towards ringside as Nina and Marisol stare one another down from the opposite corners of the ring. Several tense moments pass between the two women as the fans begin a slow clap that builds up in momentum. It is obvious that the Legion has seen the build up to this match for these two, and they're hungry for it to begin! Finally, Marisol and Nina launch out of their respective corners and come at one another. Coming at odds directly in the middle of the ring, Nina opens up with a Shoot kick directly aimed at Marisol’s collarbones. Marisol catches Nina by her boot and attempts to toss the woman over her head and shoulders. Stokes backflips and breaks out of the hold, coming to land back on her feet just as Hawkes fires off a vicious Chop that catches Stokes across her own collarbones. Nina staggers backwards towards the ropes as Marisol pushes forward, grappling with Stokes as she leans into the ropes for leverage. As Marisol steps back to Irish Whip Nina across the ring to the opposite side, Stokes comes around and catches Hawkes from behind with a Cobra Clutch. With a roar of determination Nina launches backwards and slams Marisol down onto the canvas with a Cobra Clutch Suplex. As Hawkes splays out across the canvas, Nina sits up and takes a moment to catch her breath while reveling in the cheers from the Legion.

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn, that was a helluva an opening.

 

Terra Skye: I'm surprised you were watching, but yes. These two promised a show stealer, and it's looking like they might deliver it early in this one.

 

Ray Payne: Bof of dems wunts tah wins, yo.

 

Spinning around to come back standing on her feet, Nina plays off to the crowds as she raises both of her arms tauntingly above her head. Marisol uses the nearby ropes to right herself and sets her eyes upon Stokes once more. Charging across the ring just as Nina is turning to face her, Marisol catches Stokes by the left wrist and then cinches in an Armbar. Stokes reels in pain while trying to break out of the hold, backpedaling towards one of the corners of the ring as Hawkes manages to keep the Armbar applied. Nina collides with the corner of the ring as Marisol breaks the Armbar only to launch into a vicious assault of punches and kicks that sends Nina crashing down to the canvas and bottom turnbuckle. Stepping away from Stokes, Marisol subconsciously brushes her bangs out of her eyes while she moves towards the opposite corner of the ring facing Nina. Sizing up her opponent, Hawkes takes off back towards her opponent and leaps into the air, looking for a Missile Dropkick that will pancake Stokes directly into the unforgiving turnbuckle behind her. At the last second Nina rolls away from the corner of the ring, causing Marisol to crash into the hardened steel feet first.

 

Terra Skye: These two are definitely keeping it fast paced. It's a joy to watch, considering the trainwreck we were witness to earlier.

 

Ray Payne: I loves trains, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Says our resident trainwreck. Listen, we knew this match was going to be like this. We knew that they were both gonna fucking bring it. That's what this place is about, RIGHT?! RIGHT?!

 

Terra Skye: Johnny, Shut up and drink your whiskey.

 

Nina moves back up to her own feet as Marisol is a crumbled mess in the corner of the ring. Stokes closes the distance and reaches down to grab hold of her opponent’s colorful mane of hair. Dragging Hawkes away from the corner of the ring, she drops the woman by her hair in the middle of the canvas and then quickly covers up her opponent for the first pin attempt of the match. Referee Silent Cal blinks in surprise and moves down to the canvas to make the pin count.

 

 

One!

 

Marisol easily kicks out of the pin attempt despite crashing into the corner of the ring. Nina sits back and inches towards the ropes behind the two women. Leaning into them, she leaps into the air looking for a Senton Splash. Hawkes deftly rolls towards the opposite side of the ring, causing Stokes to come crashing down into the same spot she had just tried to pin Marisol at. Hawkes continues rolling away from Nina until she comes underneath the ropes and comes to stand outside of the ring. After a moment of checking on Stokes, Ref Cal takes notices of Marisol moving outside the ring and comes over to the ropes to issue a Ten Count.

 

Silent Cal: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: What the fuck is this shit?

 

Terra Skye: He could at least give us a hand motion or something, to tell us what number he's at.

 

Ray Payne: I does not be surpriseded dat da action moved outta da ring, yo. Dats jus whut happens when See-Dubbayah iz in da house, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Jesus. Why'd they hire a fucking Mute? At least Boy could issue a ten count.

 

Boy: SEVEN ORANGES AT NIGHT!

 

Johnny Vegas: See?

 

Stokes moves back up to one foot while brushing hair out of her own eyes. Taking notice of Marisol standing outside the ring, Nina smirks mischievously as she stands and takes off running towards the ropes. Leaping from the canvas to the top rope, Stokes launches into the sky using leverage from the ropes. Marisol looks up at the last second just to barely catch Nina as she comes crashing down on top of her opponent with a Top Rope Splash. Both competitors are laid out across the unforgiving ground on the outside of the ring.

 

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

 

Silent Cal: ... (Two)

 

Terra Skye: Damn, taking risks early in this one!

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, that's what you gotta do if you want match of the night around here.

 

Ray Payne: Is Mistah Cow still countin, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Mister Cow? WHAT?

 

Terra Skye: Yes, Ray.. he's still counting. We just have NO clue what number he's on.

 

Nina manages to push against the unforgiving surface below her body while using the adjacent barricade to right herself and move back up to her feet. Marisol is reeling from the impact of the high-risk move as both women appear to be hurting from that impact. Stokes clamors over towards Marisol and once more reaches down to grab hold of the femme by her colorful hair. Hawkes snaps back and sits up while firing off an Uppercut that catches Nina across the jaw. Nina stumbles backwards outside the ring and comes to lean against the barricade that faces Hawkes in the opposite direction. Stokes huffs in frustration and kicks against the barricade, launching herself towards Marisol.

 

Ray Payne: Heah comes da pain, yo! Gets it? Da Pain...

 

Johnny Vegas: Here. Take a drink. For us.

 

Silent Cal: ... (Three)

 

Hawkes is finally back up to her feet once more as the fans are going wild. As Nina comes at Marisol and looks for a Clothesline, Hawkes catches Stokes by her left arm and spins her around to apply a Headlock to effectively slow down the pace of the match and potentially wrestle control of it back to her.

 

Silent Cal: ... (Four)

 

Johnny Vegas: Does it seem like Cal is counting kinda slow? Or is it just me?

 

Terra Skye: Shit, the man could be at nine, and we wouldn't know it.

 

Boy: FIFTY FIVE ORANGES AT NIGHT!

 

Ray Payne: Uh... I does nots knowz, yo. But I dink he likes dis match, yo. I jus donts knowz why it wuz nots ah ultraviolents matches, yo.. cuz dey is alreadies outsides da ring..

 

Silent Cal: ... (Five)

 

Marisol continues to apply the Headlock while slowly sapping away the oxygen from Nina. Taking notice of Silent Cal at the ropes, Marisol releases the hold and their fiercely Irish Whips Stokes underneath the bottom ropes and back into the ring. Pandering to the fans for a moment before taking to the steps that would lead her to the corner turnbuckle, Hawkes quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle while Nina is pushing herself up from the canvas towards the middle of the ring. Hawkes kneels down towards the top turnbuckle while waiting for Stokes to get back up to her feet. As Nina is finally upright once more, she turns away from the opposite side of the ring and comes to face Marisol. As she does so, Hawkes leaps from the corner and takes to the sky, connecting with a Missile Dropkick that plants both women in the middle of the ring. Silent Cal moves to the side, content to get the action back into the ring once more. Hawkes rolls out of the impact of the dropkick and quickly covers up Nina for another pin attempt. Silent Cal slides down and smacks the mat to count the pin.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

Nina Stokes kicks out at two!! Marisol sits up, obviously frustrated; and looks over to Silent Cal while giving him a piece of her mind.

 

Terra Skye: Marisol is looking to come out on top here in her return. She was close, but Nina isn't going to go down that easily.

 

Johnny Vegas: She should've given herself sometime to kick off the ring rust, if there is any, before stepping into a match like this one. But then again, who am I kidding? Look at her.

 

Ray Payne: I dink dey bof is jus lovelies, yo.

 

Marisol shakes her head in frustration before turning back to Stokes who is attempting to push against the canvas and get back up to her feet. As Nina moves back up to her feet Hawkes comes up from behind and looks to grapple with her opponent. Stokes suddenly explodes out of the grapple and pivots around Marisol so that she can fiercely drive her knee into the woman’s sternum with a Kitchen Sink. As all of the air is expelled from Hawkes’ lungs due to the sudden impact, she doubles over as Nina nods in satisfaction while sizing Marisol up. Following up with a High Roundhouse Kick, Nina knocks Marisol down to the canvas with an explosion of energy and speed.

 

Johnny Vegas: Looks like Stokes found her second wind.

 

Terra Skye: You're right about that, Johnny!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz an impressives kick by miss Nine, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's NINA, you idiot.

 

Stokes continues the assault as she moves around Marisol towards her head and shoulders. Reaching down to take hold of her opponent, Stokes deftly applies a Triangle Choke to Marisol, effectively wrestling control of the match back into her hands while looking to make the woman submit and give into the pain. While verbally sounding off in pain and looking to break the hold, Marisol struggles against Stokes while Ref Cal moves to the side to see if Hawkes wishes to submit. Her response is quick, dirty and terse and causes Cal to shrug his shoulders and step back, letting the two women continue to struggle against one another.

 

Ray Payne: You does not haz tah be such a meanie, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Obviously I do.

 

Terra Skye: Shut up and get back to the match! Marisol is in a bad way here! But she obviously doesn't want to give up!

 

Ray Payne: Who wunts tah gives up, yo? I does not dink dat anyones wunts tah gives up.

 

Marisol firmly plants both of her feet down against the canvas while bending her knees, attempting to push her upper body up while gaining leverage on her slightly heavier opponent. Despite the size difference, Marisol manages to hoist Nina up into the air onto her back and shoulders while Stokes continues to apply the Triangle Choke. Shaking her head in disbelief, Stokes holds on for dear life now as Marisol falls backwards with Nina while driving her down headfirst into the canvas of the ring with a variation of a Vertical Drop DDT. The Legion pops at the counter and damn near rips the roof off the 2300 Arena with their cheers and applause.

 

Johnny Vegas: Where did Marisol find the strength to do that!?

 

Ray Payne: Miss Mari iz provin dat she wunts dis, yo. Dat wuz a pretty countah, yo.

 

Terra Skye: But I wouldn't count Nina out, because she wants this just as much as Marisol wants this, maybe even more.

 

Despite the taxing nature of the Triangle Choke and the strain it took to break out of the hold, Marisol seems to be a woman possessed as she rolls around and comes to once more cover up Nina Stokes for a pin attempt!

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thre - - - NINA STOKES KICKS OUT OF THE PIN ATTEMPT!!!

 

Ray Payne: Holy sheet, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Wait, did you just censor yourself?

 

Ray Payne: Just tryings ta be considerates, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, be considerate while you pour me another shot of whiskey, ya Bastard!

 

Ray Payne: Why dont'z ya get Samdown Keed ta dooze it, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: That little ingrate comes near my drink, I'll... I'LL punch him!

 

Marisol can’t believe she wasn’t able to put Nina away as she moves backwards towards the ropes. Taking a moment to catch her breath and plan her next move, it’s obvious now that the match is starting to wear both of the competitors down. Taking hold of the middle ropes to right herself, Stokes is show to slow signs of movement as she is still reeling from that dangerous counter that Hawkes managed to pull off. As Nina begins to stand back up to her feet once more, Marisol pushes away from the ropes and comes at Stokes. As Marisol looks for a grapple from the front, Nina catches hold of her opponent by the left wrist and suddenly launches her into the air with a Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex. Both Nina and Marisol are laid out from the impact of the move in the middle of the ring. The fans are still on their feet cheering for more while Silent Cal glances to both women and figures out what his next move is.

 

Terra Skye: Holy Bejeezus! This is crazy!

 

Johnny Vegas: And this is only the first official match of the night!

 

Ray Payne: I does nots knows who iz gunna come outta dis one wif da dubbayah, yo.

 

Terra Skye: At this point, no one does, Ray!

 

Marisol and Nina both show signs of life despite giving everything they have for this match. Stokes is the first of the two to get back up to her feet and she is painted with a look of murderous intent across her face. Just as Hawkes is pushing herself up from the canvas, Nina reels backwards into the ropes behind her and uses them to bounce forward with added momentum. Lunging forward, Nina dives down towards the canvas while driving her right forearm directly into the face of Marisol.

 

Terra Skye: Ode to Dreams! I don't know how Marisol couldn't be knocked out after that!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Mari will nots go down so easies, yo. Yah shuld knows dis, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: That's right Ray. No nighty night for the lovely Miss Hawkes.

 

Terra Skye: She won't sleep with you, Johnny. You can just get that shit out of your head right now. No one is willing to stoop THAT low.

 

Nina rolls forwards towards the other side of the ring while avoiding the pin attempt. The look on her face remains as the femme intends to leave an impression upon her opponent. Despite having all the cobwebs knocked out of her brain from Nina’s forearm, Marisol still shows signs of life as she once more begins to push against the canvas. Nina spurns the woman on, taunting Hawkes to stand back up to her feet. Just as Marisol is back up to one knee, Stokes steps forward while spinning around three hundred and sixty degrees to drive her right foot directly into the jawline of Marisol.

 

Ray Payne: Da big fats Killz, yo. Dat might be it's, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I thought it was the called 'Amidst the Shadows of Sorrow II'?

 

Terra Skye: Wow. I can't believe you two are arguing over the names of moves. I thought that was my department. It's actually called 'Amidst the Shadows of Sorrow II'. Sorry Ray. You almost had it.

 

Ray Payne: Dats okies, yo. I's gets it next times, yo.

 

As Hawkes falls limp down on the canvas from the combined assault to her head and face, Stokes closes the distance and rolls the woman over onto her back for the pin attempt. Ref Cal drops to make the pin count.

 

 

One!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Three!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Matt Wylde: And your winner, NINA STOKESSS!!!!

 

Stokes sits back and is obviously ecstatic to win the match, but she is certainly hurting from the punishment endured to secure victory. Glancing over to Hawkes, Stokes takes a moment to catch her breath as she watches her opponent stirring after the assault she just took.

 

Johnny Vegas: Now, what's going on here.

 

Terra Skye: These two women are friends.

 

Marisol slowly gets back to her knees, and when she looks up, she sees Stokes standing in front of her, just like she said she would be. Stokes extends her hand to her friend, and after a few seconds, Marisol takes it, and Stokes pulls Hawkes back to her feet, where the Legion applauds the show of respect between these two women.

 

Ray Payne: Dats sweets, yo.

 

The two women shake hands, before a few words are exchanged, and an exhausted Marisol Hawkes rolls out of the ring, and heads for the backstage, leaving Nina Stokes to celebrate her win here tonight.

 

Johnny Vegas: Not something you see often around these parts. Especially not with people like Tweeder and Ojeda and Altus around.

 

Terra Skye: True, but it is possible, as shown by these two fierce competitors here tonight. Marisol might have lost, but this isn't the end. She's a talented wrestler, and she's going to go far.

 

Ray Payne: An Miss Stokes, yo. She haz a brights futuah heah in See-Dubbayah too, yo! I is excitedz.

 

Terra Skye: Looks like we're heading backstage once again!

 

Johnny Vegas: I wonder what it's going to be this time.

 

 

 

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Backstage: Welcome to Ultraviolence
Rumors have circulated around the Carnage Wrestling circle that at every Carnage Wrestling event there is a ball pit. No one has ever been able to find it, however. The camera's open on an unknown location within the 2300 Arena we find the Ultraviolent Icon, Tweeder laying in the middle of the ball pit. He extends his arms out with a smile on his face as he addresses the camera.

 

Tweeder

 

Johnny Vegas: How in the Hell..

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe there's a ball pit here at the 2300 Arena.

 

Ray Payne: I cannots believes dat it's not buttah, yo.

 

Tweeder: Don't worry folks, I made sure the Masked Debaters didn't leave any... remnants before I climbed in here. Clean as a whistle.

 

He positions his arms behind his head as his expression grows serious.

 

Tweeder: Coming up after Ascension on the corporate OWF Network, it is movies for boys and girls who like movies. Starring Ian Ziering, a washed up teeny bopper icon who now makes a name for himself in straight to DVD movies. Also appearing will be no name hacks who are trying to make a buck. You can see Ziering and others in Sharknado right after Carnage Wrestling’s PPV, Ascension. The talk of salvation. The tale of redemption. The tale of romance. What more could anyone want?

 

He shakes his head.

 

Tweeder: Apparently there have been some complaints over my actions and attitude since Underground Reborn. That is because what I have been saying and doing has not been easy to understand because of my excessively large vocabulary, apparent lack of respect, and my high level of diction. Well, tonight I will put what I have to say in terms so clear that everyone, even those of limited intelligence will know exactly what I mean. Hell, Matt Stone might finally understand he is getting branded tonight and it won’t be the type he thinks it is. Maybe the front office will say I am being disrespectful of their rules and will try to get me kicked out of the OWF Pool of Blood. Well for those in the front office who might be listening, let me spell it out for you... * BEEP * OFF. Wait, did I just get censored? What the * BEEP BEEP * Mickey Mouse type of * BEEP * is this? Are you * BEEPING * kidding me? Did * BEEP * Matt Stone put you little * BEEP * up to this * BEEP * corporate * BEEP *? Unbelievable.

 

Tweeder sighs and throws his arms up into the air, letting his hands fall down into the pit.

 

Tweeder: Dazi, I want you to pay close attention because you should understand my problems. Hell you know them better than anyone else. The feeling how even after you do so much to help someone out and then they spit in your face saying you don’t deserve anything. You bust your ass and yet you get overlooked because you might not have the Barbie and Ken look that the media plasters in your face. I might not be top model material, but what I am is someone who deserves and demands respect. Dazi, you let Matt Stone disrespect you and he knows you. He disrespected me and he doesn’t even know me. It is almost like he is a member of the Toronto Maple Leafs fan base who likes to blame the players when it is the front office they need to blame. Lord Stanley is avoiding them like the plague just like Matthew is avoiding me. Now Dazi, no one can avoid me or what I am going to do.

 

The camera zooms into his face, and his eyes narrow as he glares into the camera.

 

Tweeder: I am your judge. I am your jury. I am your executioner. Welcome to Ultra Violence.

 

 

 

Match Two: Dazi Miyashita Vs. Tweeder

Johnny Vegas: I'm still in shock that there's actually a ball pit here somewhere.

 

Terra Skye: It makes me wonder if Kyra knows...

 

Ray Payne: Makez me wunna plays!

 

Johnny Vegas: Of course Kyra knows, I'm sure she paid for it.

 

Terra Skye: … But why?

 

Matt Wylde steps into the ring.

 

Matt Wylde: This next contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under Ultraviolent Rules and will be to determine the Number one contender to the Ultraviolent Championship!!!

 

“It's All About Me” hits the arena's PA system, and a few moments later Dazi Miyashita walks out into the arena. She stops just after crossing the threshold of the curtain, taking in the environment on this night, the night she gets to face a legend in this business, but more importantly, a legend of Carnage Wrestling. She smirks, as she glares out at the crowd.

 

Dazi Miyashita

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, Hailing from New York City, and weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds... she is DAZI MIYASHITA!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Am I right in saying that Dazi is returning after a couple weeks off too?

 

Terra Skye: You are right, and in her first match back she's going up against Tweeder of all people.

 

Ray Payne: Dat iz quites a matches, yo.

 

She begins walking towards the ring, her smirk growing as the fans try to garner her attention. She nods to a few of them as she approaches ringside, her smile growing by the second. She hops up on the apron, and into one of her trademark splits, before rolling into the ring underneath the bottom rope, and hopping up to her feet – Immediately posing for the crowd as her music fades out and she moves to the far corner to await her opponent.

 

Terra Skye: She looks confident.

 

Johnny Vegas: She should be, honestly. I mean, Tweeder is no easy opponent, but I think she can take him to his limit.

 

'Walk' by Pantera fires up over the PA and Tweeder steps through the curtains, pausing for a moment at the top of the stage. Tweeder has a weed wacker in one hand, casually propped over his shoulder, and a six-pack of beer in the other, while puffing away at a cigarette pressed firmly between his lips. Slowly, Tweeder takes his stride down the ramp, while the audience booes and heckles, his approach.

 

Tweeder

 

Terra Skye: That's terrible.

 

Johnny Vegas: Now now, Terra... Are you really going to judge the man because he has a few vices? Hmm? Is that really necessary! HEY TWEEDAH!!!

 

Tweeder looks over at the commentary table, as Johnny Vegas holds up his bottle of Whiskey! Tweeder nods his head, and takes in a puff of his cigarette as he approaches the table where Johnny is still standing proudly. Tweeder motions for Johnny to give him the bottle, and Johnny does so without hesistation and Tweeder downs a couple gulps of the bottle before handing it back to Vegas and moving towards the ring steps.

 

Matt Wylde: And her opponent, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland.. and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the Ultraviolent Icon... TWEEDER!!!!!!!!

 

Tweeder set down the weed wacker at ringside, propping it against the steps, and removes the cigarette from his mouth only long enough to crack a beer and chug it down, the briny liquid also spilling over his cheeks in the process. Then, crushing the beer can in one hand and throwing it into the ring so that Dazi had to step aside to avoid being hit by the little, Tweeder scales the steps and ducks through the ropes, tossing his cigarette down to the canvas and stamping it out, only to strike up a fresh one while standing in his corner.

 

Boy: DIE!! DIEEE!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Now Boy... Calm down.

 

Boy: HATE TWEEVER. TRASH IN THE PIECE THAT HE IS.

 

Terra Skye: Chill the hell out, okay?

 

Ray Payne: Dis iz okies, Boy. Alls iz guud, yo. We promises.

 

Tweeder glances out of the ring for a split second as Referee Ed Hawkersby steps into the ring for this match up, and gives Boy a wink; further enraging him.

 

Terra Skye: Come on Tweeder! We've gotta deal with him like this! Let him alone!

 

Boy: DYLAN STANDS NOT! MOTHER THROW SNOWBALL THROUGH KETUNNEN TYPE!

 

Johnny Vegas: This is gonna be fun...

 

Hawkersby motions to Boy for the bell to get this Ultraviolent match underway, but Boy refuses.

 

Ray Payne: Awh, comes on Boy.. Yah gots tah ring da bell.

 

Boy: DEATH TO TWEEVER. BELLS NOT TOLLING.

 

Johnny Vegas: Seriously, we can't kill him. Just ring the bell, okay?

 

Terra Skye: Oh Jesus Christ... I'll do it.... motherfucking stupid pieces of--

 

DING DING!!!

 

The match starts out as Miyashita approaches Tweeder in the corner. Tweeder greets her by smugly blowing smoke in her face, an overconfident act that gives Miyashita the opportunity to swing in with a close fist punch for his face. Tweeder is prepared and catches Miyashita by the wrist, blocking the punch, but is still caught off guard as she follows in with a left knee that catches him square in the midsection and wipes a bit of the overconfidence from his face. Hooking Tweeder around the head, Miyashita sends him flipping through the air and spilling to the mat with a snapmare. Miyashita follows up with a stomp for Tweeder's head, but Tweeder rolls to the side, narrowly evading the blow, and then swings his arm across her ankles, sweeping Dazi's feet out from under her.

 

Terra Skye: First off, I'm not happy that we now have a raging finnish man because of SOMEONE that's in the ring right now.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well that someone is being shown that his opponent isn't one to be fucked around with.

 

Ray Payne: We iz talkin about Mistah Tweedah, rite?

 

Johnny Vegas: Dear Lord, help me. End my suffering.

 

Punching his forearm behind the crook of her knee, Tweeder wrenches her leg closed, prying her knee apart in the process, but Miyashita only rolls with him to place herself on her back, and then begins to deliver stunning kicks with her heel to the side of Tweeder's head until he loses his grip. With a backward roll, Miyashita was back on her feet, and she didn't let up, snapping forward with a spinning heel kick while Tweeder tried to regain his footing, a move that caused Tweeder to have to step backward against the ropes in order to avoid another blow to the head.

 

Terra Skye: It's true, Miyashita is showing Tweeder right off the bat that she's not to be taken lightly. That whole blowing smoke in her face as if she isn't a threat, that's not going over too well with Miyashita, considering she was ecstatic for this match. I mean Tweeder, he's a legend.

 

Ray Payne: He mightz be a legund, yo. But dat doezn't makes it okies fur him tah be a meanie headed abouted it, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: All I know is that this one just started, it really could go anywhere from here, and judging by the expression on Boy's face right now, I think he'd prefer for Tweeder to fall into a raging inferno right now.

 

Boy: I would like them as much, and burn him. My mother died, and she is too!

 

Ray Payne: He'z stills deals wif da deaf of his muddah, yo. Maybe dat iz it! Mistah Tweedah remindz Mistah Boy of his Muddah!

 

Terra Skye: Jesus Christ.

 

Miyashita did not miss a step, following in with a leap and colliding against Tweeder with a big body splash that kept him trapped against the ropes. Tweeder delivered a stiff forearm shot across Miyashita's face, only to be answered with a knee to the crotch.

 

Johnny Vegas: FUCK!

 

Miyashita clubbed down over Tweeder's shoulders with a double axe handle, only for Tweeder to brace his head underneath her arm and lift Miyashita off the canvas, dumping her unceremoniously over the top rope and down to the canvas. Miyashita landed in a scramble, recovering quickly to her knees, but taking a few moments to clear the cobwebs before she could stand. She stands up, and something grabs her attention in the audience, and she does a double take, seeing someone that she didn't expect to see. That momentary distraction was all that it took for Tweeder.

 

???

 

Terra Skye: Who is that?

 

Johnny Vegas: I recognize him... I just can't place who he is.

 

Ray Payne: Oh! He da guy she'z be talkin tah on Tweetah, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: OH! Yeah, you're right Ray!

 

Terra Skye: Well, he's got her distracted.

 

Hooking the middle rope in his hands, Tweeder rolled over the top, snapping himself forward with a somersault back drop that brought him down over top of Miyashita in a collision that seemed to take its toll on both competitors. Tweeder was the first to his feet, bracing himself against the apron while Miyashita rolled over onto her stomach and used the security railing near the crowd to assist herself up. Making strides around the ring, Tweeder walked with purpose, taking hold of the weed wacker and hoisting it up overhead. Gasps and howls came from the crowd as Tweeder circled around the ring back towards Dazi, weed wacker in hand, and paused behind her to jerk the cord that would fire it up.

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't know why they're shocked... the man brought the damned thing out to the ring with him. What did they fucking think he was going to trim hedges during the match? People are stupid.

 

Terra Skye: This really doesn't look good for Dazi. That man, whoever he is, really got her distracted, and now she might be at Tweeder's mercy.

 

Ray Payne: Dere iz no Mercies when Mistah Tweedah iz involvedied, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, he's fucking Tweeder, what do you expect?

 

The weed wacker sputtered and started to come to life, until Miyashita whipped around revealing that she had been playing possum. With a stiff kick to the motor of the weed wacker, Miyashita drove the cumbersome mess of metal backwards into Tweeder's midsection, stunning him enough that his gripped loosened, and that was all the opportunity Miyashita seemed to need to take control. Grabbing the neck of the weed wacker in one hand, a series of bright red welts almost immediately appearing over her forearm, Miyashita wrenched the weed wacker to the side as she stepped around Tweeder, locking in as she seemed to wrest possession out of his hands and now had the long metal bar across his throat, choking him with it from behind.

 

Terra Skye: That sneaky lil woman! She was faking!

 

Johnny Vegas: She isn't faking those welts on her arm though, GOD DAMN. There ain't no fucking way. Nope.

 

Ray Payne: I's sticks tah usin onah dem fur mah yahrd wurk, yo.

 

Terra Skye: They let you use yard equipment? Seriosuly? That's like letting Boy run an fucking airplane.

 

Boy: I would like children to hell.

 

Ray Payne: Alrighties den, yo.

 

Tweeder delivered a hard back elbow to Miyashita's midsection, but she refused to release her grip, pressing her shoulder forward against the center of his back to increase the pressure and threatening to choke him out with his own weapon. Tweeder doubled himself forward, lifting Miyashita off the ground and costing the woman her footing as she rode on his back trying to maintain her grip, but then Tweeder jolted forward with a lunge and spilled the two of them over the security railing and into the front row of the crowd, with Tweeder landing on top of Miyashita in the process and finally catching a much needed gasp of air.

 

Johnny Vegas: He finally got that things off of his windpipe!

 

Terra Skye: I bet he's none to happy to have had his own weapon used against him!

 

Ray Payne: Well dats da name uf da gamez, yo.

 

Tweeder rolled over onto his hands and knees, hacking and coughing as he recovered from the extended choke, while Miyashita lay on her back, awkwardly using the weed wacker as a brace to help her back to her feet. The audience seemed to part ways, giving both competitors a wide enough berth to get to their feet, Tweeder snapped shut a metal folding chair from the front row and raised it overhead, delivering a broadarm shot across Miyashita's back that echoed through the arena with a sickening smack. Tweeder raised the chair a second time, this time driving it down edge first between her shoulderblades. Miyashita reeled a second time, flipping over onto her back and looking up at Tweeder as he towered over her.

 

Terra Skye: The man is nearly double her size, and with the force that he can put behind a hit like that... I don't know how much she can take.

 

Johnny Vegas: I know of quite a few ladies that can take a helluva beating. Our esteemed owner being one of them.

 

Terra Skye: Esteemed? Hmm.. Sounds like you're trying to suck up to Kyra.. but I agree. Kyra, Dazi, even Ana.. they are all women who can hang in there with the best of them – and Tweeder is one of the best at UltraViolent.

 

Ray Payne: I's remembahs when Miss Kyra faced Mistah Tweedah.. dat shiz wuz brutals, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I do too, but Dazi is certainly giving him a run for his money right now. I'm impressed.

 

Tweeder unfolded the chair back into it's seated position, and braced two of the chair legs over Dazi's ribs, settling himself down into the seat while the metal pushed and grinded against her bones, Tweeder's full weight focused on the narrow shaft of metal. Striking up a cigarette and taking a long drag, as if this were a casual break, Tweeder relaxed and enjoyed himself for a moment, until Miyashita braced her arm underneath the seat and jolted her body to one side, toppling the chair and Tweeder over and finally breaking herself free. As Miyashita regained her footing, she could be seen to be holding one hand over the side of her ribs in pain, Tweeder's unorthodox brand of punishment having taken it's toll.

 

Johnny Vegas: See? She just keeps finding ways of countering him.

 

Ray Payne: Datz whut a guud wrastlah does, yo. Alwayz on da lookoutz fur countahs and othah dings, yo.

 

Terra Skye: What other things?

 

Ray Payne: Well, Uh... Dings, ya knowz... like dings.

 

Johnny Vegas: Really enlightening, Ray. Thanks for that.

 

Tweeder delivered a short-arm clothesline that sent Miyashita spill back over the security railing and into the ringside area. Then, picking the weed wacker back up, Tweeder raised it overhead and swung it downward with a clubbing blow. Miyashita threw herself to the floor, allowing the security railing to take the force of Tweeder's blow instead, a collision which bent the weed wacker in half and left it kinked in the middle. Back to her feet in an instant, Dazi seized hold of the broken weed wacker, pulling it from Tweeder's grip and whipping it around over her head, sending it sailing over the ropes and spilling out over the canvas in the ring and a gradually growing pool of oil and gasoline. Tweeder kicked the security railing stiffly and sent it smashing forward into Miyashita's midsection, then lept over the railing, grabbing Dazi by the hair driving her into the cement with a hairpull bulldog.

 

Terra Skye: As a chick, I can say having your hair pulled like that is NOT fun.

 

Johnny Vegas: Unless..

 

Terra Skye: Don't you say it.

 

Johnny Vegas: You're in the--

 

Ray Payne: But Mistah Tweedah haz long hairs too, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Way to ruin it, Ray.

 

Tweeder drags Miyashita back to her feet and sends her racing with an Irish whip, colliding into the steel ring steps with a crash of metal. Tweeder followed in after her with a racing shoulder block, but Miyashita, took hold of the bottom rope and hoisted her body up, clearing over Tweeder's head and leaving him to smash solo into the metal stairs, this time knocking them ajar from the ring. Miyashita dropped back to the floor, taking hold of Tweeder by the hair, and drilled him down over the metal ring steps with a facebuster.

 

Ray Payne: I bet dat wuz a satisfyingz dunk when Mistah Tweedah's face hitted da steps, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Of course, but she's gotta stay on top of him.

 

Johnny Vegas: * Snickers *

 

Terra Skye: Oh come on, you're like a fucking kid!

 

Tweeder rebounds away, blood spilling freely from a gash across his face, as he rolls to his knees and uses the ring skirting to raise back to his feet, but reaching under the bottom ropes, his hand finds what he is looking for and he is waiting for Miyashita as she approaches to follow up. With a powerful backhanded swing, Tweeder whips around the remaining five cans of beer of his six pack, the metal smashing against her face in an explosion of white foam. Dazi staggers backwards, a cut under her right eye already beginning to swell, and her top soaked in beer. Tweeder kicks Miyashita squarely in the stomach, then drives her skull first into the concrete with a ddt. Tweeder unfastens one of the leaking cans of beer and opens, pouring down over his mouth and face in a rapid guzzle before crushing the can in his hand and spiking it down over Miyashita's back. Looking shaky on her hands and knees, Dazi's hand rests over the empty can of beer, and then in a single motion she tears the crushed aluminum can in two, creating a sheer edge of sharp metal, and drives the metal shiv into Tweeder's thigh with a spike of her hand. Tweeder reels backward, hobbling on one leg and howling out in pain.

 

Terra Skye: OUCH!

 

Johnny Vegas: ALCOHOL ABUSE!

 

Ray Payne: I dink da beah iz not feelinz it, yo. But I dink dat Mistah Tweedah an Miss Dazi iz feelins it a lots.

 

Miyashita came back to her feet, grabbing hold of Tweeder from behind the head and sending him face first crashing into the metal turnbuckle post. Then, catching him on the rebound, Dazi rolled Tweeder onto the apron and under the bottom rope, scaling back into the ring herself and following him in. Ignoring Tweeder for a moment, Miyashita turned to the corner, where she rapidly stripped the top turnbuckle pad away and exposed the cold steel bolt. Miyashita then takes Tweeder by the arm, pulling him up to his feet, and swinging him around with an irish whip towards the exposed steel, but Tweeder swings through, reversing it and sending Miyashita racing towards the corner. Miyashita throws on a burst of speed, taking a hop-step up the turnbuckles to perch herself on top and then flipping backwards with a textbook moonsault which collides with Tweeder and brings him down to the canvas. Hooking a leg, Miyashita cranks back on him for the pinfall.

 

Boy: They should have die!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

Tweeder kicks out, powering his way out of Dazi's grip and breaking away from her at a scramble.

 

Johnny Vegas: Tweeder better watch out, she almost got him there.

 

Terra Skye: She's not kidding around.

 

Both competitors are back to their feet, visible worse for wear, and feeling each other out at sparring distance. Tweeder leads in with a big right hand. Miyashita sidesteps and whips around through with a roundhouse kick. Tweeder takes it to the side, catching hold of Dazi's leg in the process, and jerks her down to the canvas with a dragon screw. Tweeder drives himself down over Miyashita's back with a standing elbow drop, then starts to lock up on her from behind, tying her into a crossface armbar submission with Miyashita trapped in the center of the ring. The referee gets into position while Tweeder cranks back on her head, but Miyashita doesn't budge. Instead, she opens her mouth and clamps down with a deep bite into Tweeder's forearm, drawing blood before he's willing to break the hold.

 

Ray Payne: I hopes she doez nots haz da rabies yo!

 

Terra Skye: Good God!

 

Johnny Vegas: Ewwww! What in the fuck?!

 

Tweeder recoils, clapping a hand over the bloody wound and backing away, then exploding forward with a big boot to the chin as Miyashita stands, driving her backwards into the turnbuckle and against the exposed steel. Tweeder races in after her, battering his body against hers with a big body splash while clapping his arms together and boxing her ears in the process. Miyashita slumps down, her arms hooks over the top rope, and Tweeder tugs her by the hair, pulling her out of the corner and hooking her up in a gutwrench position. Tweeder jerks her up, slamming Miyashita down with a powerbomb over the exposed turnbuckle bolt that rebounds Miyashita backwards allowing Tweeder to then flip her over his head and drive her face first to the canvas with a reverse electric chair drop. Miyashita crashes to the canvas in a heap while Tweeder takes a seat on the turnbuckle and strikes up a cigarette.

 

Terra Skye: Come on! Really?! Don't stop and smoke now! Haven't you realized that she's WAY more of a threat than you thought she was?!

 

Johnny Vegas: I have a bad feeling about this...

 

Ray Payne: Dat iz not guud fur yah Mistah Tweedah. I knows we alreadies talked about dis, but smokin iz nots guud fur yah.

 

Terra Skye: I don't think he's worried about that right now, Ray.

 

Miyashita stirs, crawling forward until her hands settle over the broken weed wacker, then she rises to her feet, brandishing the hunk of metal as a club and shuffling forward towards Tweeder. Tweeder takes a final drag off his cigarette, then flicks it over her head and as the lit cigarette strikes the mat, it rolls into the puddle of gasoline and oil from the broken weed wacker, erupting into a three foot cone of flame. The roar behind her takes Dazi's attention off of Tweeder for a split second, but a split second is all he needs. Tweeder stands to his full height on the turnbuckle, leaping off with a kick that drives the broken weed wacker motor backward into Dazi's face. Metal Isn't Dead! Throwing himself over top of Miyashita, Tweeder makes the lateral press for a cover.

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

Thr-- NO!!! Miyashita pulls her shoulder up only a fraction of a second before the referees hand touches the mat, and the referee shakes his head, motion to Tweeder that it's still not over.

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't believe she kicked out of that!

 

Terra Skye: Back to the point we made earlier; she's a tough woman!

 

Ray Payne: Fo Sheezy yo!

 

Tweeder raises back to his feet, favoring the one leg, and pulls Miyashita up by the hair. Miyashita now has a steady flow of blood from her nose, painting a line down her face and spotting over the front of her shirt. Tweeder gutwrenches Miyashita up and over with a tilt-a-whirl slam that shakes the mat. Then stepping back, Tweeder looks out over the crowd, pointing at Dazi and then at the puddle of flames.

 

Terra Skye: Oh dear God no!

 

Johnny Vegas: Fuck it, we haven't seen flame warfare yet tonight! Lets do this!

 

Terra Skye: Jesus!

 

Ray Payne: I does nots knows yo! Dis does nots smellz rite!

 

Johnny Vegas: Like you're mom!

 

Dragging Miyashita up again, Tweeder hoists her overhead into powerbomb position and turns towards the flames, spiking her downward only to have Miyashita transition into a spinning headscissors that swoops her out of the path of the fire and takes Tweeder back to the mat. Getting back to her feet and wiping the blood from her nose, Dazi stands back, measuring Tweeder up as he raises and stamping her foot as if loading her boot. Tweeder stands and turns to face Miyashita, and she swings through with a spinning heel kick.

 

Terra Skye: ALTERNATE REALITY!!! She's got him!

 

Ray Payne: Dat lookedz like dat hit him flushes yo!

 

Her heel collides with the side of Tweeder's skull and Tweeder drops to his knees, reeling for a moment. Grabbing a handful of Tweeder's hair, Miyashita turns him towards the open flames, raising him upright, and then spikes him face first into the fire with a forward Russian leg sweep.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's coming down to it now! She's hitting her second wind!

 

Terra Skye: INTO THE FIRE! DEAR CHRIST!

 

Boy: Seventy Nine Sandwiches at Three Thirty!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAT?!

 

Miyashita backs away as Tweeder rolls into the flames, but Tweeder recoils backwards, scrambling out, wisps of smoke and cinders glowing from the tips of his hair and beard. But Tweeder stands fast, voluntarily keeping one foot in the flames as his boot begins to melt and the fire slowly appears to spread to his foot. Miyashita keeps herself at arm's length, watching Tweeder as he refuses to fully step out of the flames. Then she stamps, loading up the boot for a second round of Alternate Reality. Tweeder beckons her forward tauntingly with the 'bring it' gesture. Miyashita swings through with the spinning heel kick for Tweeder's head. Tweeder toe kicks forward with his flaming boot, catching Miyashita squarely in the midsection and her alcohol soaked top is set ablaze. Doubling over and clapping her arms to her body to extinguish the flames, Miyashita leaves herself open for a split second, and Tweeder hooks her around the head, driving her skull to the canvas with the Ruck Over!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: HE GOT HER WITH THE RUCK OVER!

 

Terra Skye: She was on fire!

 

Ray Payne: COVAH YO!

 

 

One!!!

 

 

Two!!!!

 

 

Three!!!!!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Matt Wylde: And your Winner, and NEW number one contender for the ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP.... TWEEEEEDERRRRR!!!!!!

 

The referee steps forward to raise Tweeder's hand, but he seems more concerned with removing his still smouldering boot, taking off the shoe and then spiking it out into the crowd, an act that causes a moment of panic. Still visibly limping, Tweeder rolls out under the bottom rope, striking up another cigarette as he begins to make his way back up the ramp, leaving his opponent bloodied and beaten in the ring.

 

Terra Skye: Jesus. There you have it. He said he was coming for his belt, and he wasn't kidding.

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt Stone is going to have a helluva fight on his hands.

 

Ray Payne: Dat iz if Mistah Stoney keeps hiz belt latah tonite, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: SHUT UP!

 

Boy: RABBLEGARG!

 

Terra Skye: I don't think Boy is very pleased that Tweeder won. Look at his face.

 

Boy's face is growing redder by the second.

 

Johnny Vegas: HE'S GONNA BLOW!!!!

 

Terra Skye: We'll be right back folks, looks like we're heading backstage once again.

 

 

 

Backstage: Insurance Policy
We cut backstage to a camera crew standing by with Wyatt Hendrix. The hulking giant of a man that was introduced at Chaos Twenty-One. The imposing man keeps his eyes on a monitor nearby. Glancing at the camera, he nodded.

 

Wyatt Hendrix

 

Wyatt Hendrix: At Chaos Twenty-One, Gary Altus showed his true colors.

 

His eyes turned back to the monitor, scoping the situation. Protectively, he pulled his focus off of it.

 

Wyatt Hendrix: He gave a lady his word, then went back on it. If he had his way, he and Ojeda would have trampled her into dust. Had I not been here, it likely would have happened. But, I'm here now. Not as a bodyguard to the champion, not as some protector of her or anyone else... but as an insurance policy to the Carnage Legion.

 

His arms folded beneath his massive chest, a nasty glare aimed at the camera.

 

Wyatt Hendrix: I've watched innocent people be manhandled by those brutes. People who pay their good money to sit in the crowd and watch a wrestling show, not to be unwillingly involved in one. I've watched people who try to make an honest living be punished just for trying to do that. Because men like YOU see fit to destroy, rather than create. No longer! No longer will sitting idly by be acceptable. Tonight, I'm here to see to it that things go how they should go... one way, or the other, without interference from the Shovel-Headed Kill Machine.

 

The camera backs away, capturing just the scope of his huge frame.

 

Wyatt Hendrix: And if my new mates take issue to it... well, I'm not a difficult man to find.

 

Hendrix pocketed his hands in his hoodie, turning his attention back to the screen. The "insurance policy" keeping an eye on the screen as we transition out.

 

 

 

Backstage: A Chance Encounter
As the camera cuts away from another area of the backstage, we are brought to a shot of an exterior Locker Room door. On the placard across the front of the door reads “Gary Altus & John Ojeda – CW Tag Champions.” The hustle and bustle backstage at the 2300 Arena is rampant with Carnage Wrestling being in attendance for one of their largest Pay Per Views to date. Being in the City of Brotherly Love had made the hype exponentially larger and grander in scale. The Shovel Headed Kill Machine was set to finally defend their Tag Titles against The House of the Holy on their home turf. It was obvious that Gary Altus and John Ojeda were preparing to make a statement tonight.

 

As the camera pans away from the door it just so happens to swing open and to the outside of the hallway instead of the inside of the room – John Ojeda is the first to emerge dressed in his wrestling attire with one of the CW Tag Titles draped over his broad shoulder. Glancing to the camera with a menacing stare, the man turns around to face his tag partner as Gary Altus emerges from the room towards the doorway.

 

John Ojeda & Gary Altus

 

John Ojeda: I’ll see you at the curtains in twenty. Got someone to see before the match – don’t forget to bring yours to the match.

 

Gary nods as he shifts his Tag Title from his right shoulder to his left. The wound had healed tremendously and rehabilitation and training had finally given him one hundred percent strength and range of motion back to his arm.

 

Gary Altus: I’ve kept it in safe keeping since the last time they came out of the shadows. It won’t be a problem, brother.

 

Ojeda nods reassuringly to Altus knowing that he is asking the man to do something that couldn’t be taken lightly. Reaching out with his left hand to shake Gary’s free shoulder reassuringly, it’s almost strange to see the camaraderie between the two men when they spend most of the time making people bleed in the middle of the ring. Ojeda turns away with his belt in hand and takes off down the long hallway riddled with locker rooms, private offices and storage areas. The crowds part to the sides like the Red Sea as the man makes his way through. Gary pivots on the heels of his own wrestling boots and decides to head in the opposite direction. They still had some time to kill before their match and the man was ready to explode with nervous energy. He needed something to calm his nerves down, or at least a momentary distraction. As he continues walking through the hallway and becomes increasingly lost in his own thoughts, the man suddenly slams into someone from behind. Coming to the sudden stop, Altus snaps out of his haze just as Greg Ace, the infamous Backstage Interviewer for Carnage Wrestling comes to face the man. He immediately freezes when he sees Gary Altus. The two men had developed quite the relationship since Altus and Ojeda signed with Carnage Wrestling.

 

Greg Ace

 

Greg Ace: Oh you have to be kidding me. Why do I have the shittiest luck in the world!? Ointment. M..m….m…..Mr. Altus, so happy to see you!

 

Altus flashes a shit-eating grin as he looks directly into the eyes of the Backstage Interviewer.

 

Gary Altus: Listen, Greg, I’m in no mood and I have a title defense on my mind tonight. So, I’m going to keep this short and sweet. The House of the Holy has no chance against The Shovel Headed Kill Machine. The only reason they got a shot is because Management is having difficulties finding worthy tag teams. Hell, even finding dependable tag teams seems to be a problem. So, once Ojeda and I cut through the chaff tonight we’re going to rip the roof off this place and celebrate Philly style.

 

Greg Ace: B….b…but you were told by Management after the last incident in Philadelphia to backpedal before disciplinarian actions would be taken.

 

Gary Altus laughs out loud boisterously.

 

Gary Altus: Right, Kyra Mohr ran off to go have her baby and left some hillbilly fatass in charge of the company. Funny how you haven’t heard much about him while SHKM has been all over social media since arriving in Carnage Wrestling. The fans crave the violence and action we bring to the ring and aren’t going to stop craving it anytime soon. So, get the fuck out of my way so I can go get myself a beer and unwind before my match.

 

Greg Ace: I sure could use some liquid courage right now. Moisture. Drinking before a match? Isn’t that against the rules?

 

Gary Altus: I only have two rules which I regard as principles of conduct – first, have no rules and second, be independent of the opinion of others.

 

Greg Ace is shocked at the intelligent statement uttered in his direction. Altus shakes his head and pushes past Ace and the camera man, heading towards one of the backstage doors that would give him access to the inside of the arena while there is a momentary break between matches to clean up and re-secure the ring. Security immediately moves to flank the man from the fans despite Gary receiving more cheers than boos with him being on home turf. Gary doesn’t have the time to waste right now, so he lets the guards continue to flank him while moving through the fans towards the infamous Concession Stand and recently added Bar area which added further ambiance to the arena and was certainly boosting liquor and beer sales. A local bar from South Street was working the show tonight, one he had grown familiar with while living in the city. As he approaches the line the fans immediately step out of the way and move out of their places in line, allowing the CW Tag Champion all the space he needed to order his beer. Security remains in place as they are hesitant of someone starting shit with one-half of one of the most dangerous Tag Teams in the industry.

 

Looking up from the floor towards the counter top to the bar area, the man is suddenly awe-struck as he notices one of the female tenders behind the bar. Raven locks cascaded against the material of a black Carnage Wrestling Ascension 2016 t-shirt that hugged an ample bosom perfectly. Yet, it was the sleeves on her arms he couldn’t help but stare at. The man had always been a fan of tattoos and ink, but tattoos on a woman was something that simple drove him wild. As she approaches him to take his order, the man finds himself momentarily without words.

 

The woman steps up to the counter and places her arms up on the metal surface, palms down and leans in towards the man, a bright smile on her face as her bright blue eyes scan his demeanor.

 

???

 

???: Hi, Can I help you?

 

Typically the man would have had something smooth or smart to say right off the bat – it had always been his natural way to break the ice with a woman. Yet, this girl, with her strikingly intense hues and the sleeves of ink upon her flesh left Gary tongue-tied. Moving the CW Title strap from his right shoulder to left shoulder, the man uses the moment to compose himself. He didn’t recognize her, but then again, a lot had changed at the 2300 Arena over the last couple of years and the employees working on a big show like tonight were often temps hired from local businesses around the arena.

 

Gary Altus: Yeah, could I get a bottle of lager, Miss?

 

The boisterous, arrogant asshole he played for the company had completely melted away. He was like a kid in Middle School discovering girls all over again. Who was this woman? What was her name? Did she work for the arena or did she work for one of the company’s contracted out to handle all the business inundating the arena tonight with Carnage Wrestling in town. He tried his best to remain calm and in character, but Altus was finding it increasingly difficult around this femme. He needed to get his beer and get back to his locker room for the sake of losing face around the fans who were already clamoring around him in hopes of getting pictures, signatures and general flesh-pressing.

 

???: O-of course...

 

The woman nods her head and turns away, grabbing a cold one from the cooler. She had noticed the way he'd looked at her, and she wasn't sure of how to feel about that. He was a good looking man, but she was here working. She popped the top on the bottle, and turned back, her eyes once again meeting his – and this time, seeing the intensity in his eyes, it was she who was at a loss for words.

 

???: H-here you g-go.. T-that's--

 

She blushes and turns away once again, that is until another woman walks up beside her – placing her hand on the young woman's shoulder and turning her back towards Altus.

 

Samantha: Don't charge this man, sweetie... He's a friend. Nice to see you Gary.

 

She nudges the raven haired woman before smiling back at Altus.

 

Samantha: Told you. Cute ain't he?

 

The womans face blushed even redder; if that were even possible.

 

???: N-nice to m-meet you.

 

Keeping up appearances was paramount in this company as character’s credibilities could hinge on a single break of the fourth wall. Noticing the Senior Bartender from his favorite local dive, he accepts the plastic bottle while reaching into his back pocket. Dropping a twenty dollar bill into the tip jar, he then draws the bottle to his lips and downs some Liquid Courage. Intense opals focus upon the bashful femme who had completely peaked his interests.

 

Gary Altus: You too, honey. What’s your name?

 

Altus asks with a shit-eating grin as his massive frame towers over most of the fans standing a few feet away trying to get the attention of one of the hottest Heels currently in the company. Bringing the bottle back up to his lips, it was taking everything he had not to break character. Outside of these hallowed walls he probably would have been drooling like someone shot him with a needle of novacaine while humping a tree like a rabid dog in the heat of a July summer.

 

Her eyes widened as it felt like all the attention was suddenly on her.

 

???: A-Amylia.

 

She managed to stammer out while her coworker practically held her prisoner. Apparently she'd noticed the look in the mans eyes as he looked at Amylia.

 

Gary Altus: Amylia? Well, that’s a pretty name for a beautiful set of……eyes.

 

His shit-eating grin intensifies. Humor had always been his biggest disarming feature when it came to flirting with women. Yet, the tightness in his stomach and the pang in his chest told the man there was something much more to this woman that just a hump and dump. Taking another pull from the bottle of lager, he would need his wits about him, but a single bottle of beer could be a bottle of water to a man of his size. Remembering something suddenly, he reaches into the back pocket of his wrestling shorts and grabs out a Backstage All Access pass for the 2300 Arena. Extending his hand out to Ami, he holds the pass out for her.

 

Gary Altus: This should get you into pretty much any place around here, Amylia. My match is coming up soon, but if you get a chance to come backstage on one of your breaks, just tell them you’re looking for Gary Altus, one-half of the still reigning Carnage Wrestling Tag Champions.

 

The man oozed confidence out of his body like most men oozed sweat, and that had been something inscribed into him since his days in the Marines and the SEALs. Polishing off the bottle of beer with his third healthy swig, he tosses the bottle into an adjacent recycle can with the precision of Doctor Julius Irving. Most of the time it just happened to be an M-79 Fragmentation Grenade, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. He then glances back to Samantha, and then to Ami, his intense opals straddling the line between his strength and a capacity for companionship that had been stifled due to betrayal and responsibilities that simply didn’t allow the man to experience an honest and healthy relationship.

 

She reached out and gently took the pass from him, a small smile forming on her mostly terrified face.

 

Amylia O'Connor: T-thank you.. Good luck in your match.

 

She offers up her well wishes, as she eyes him up – his confidence, and his swagger; it interested her. Once a woman who socialized with nearly anyone without an issue, that confidence was something she was slowly working towards having once again. Maybe tonight is a starting point, who knows.

 

Gary Altus: Thanks for the beer, darlin’, and enjoy the show.

 

Gary nods to Ami and Samantha before turning away to be inundated fans looking for fifteen seconds of fame for Social Media. The camera pans away from the side-action within the 2300 Arena and returns to a ringside shot of the Announce Team.

 

 

 

Match Three: Cynder Hendricks Vs. Robbie Future

Terra Skye: First we hear from Wyatt Hendrix; the friend of Melody Lennox. The man is huge, and I think that The Shovel Headed Kill Machine have finally found their match.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well if you're referring to the fact that he came out and laid waste to both of them once they came out and attacked Melody at Chaos twenty one... then I'd say you're right. Dude is fucking huge.

 

Ray Payne: Dat iz a big man, yo. I wuld not wunt tah mess wif him, yo.

 

Terra Skye: How about Altus though? Big Ol' softie. I'm a chick, and I totally see what--

 

Ray Payne: Whut?

 

Johnny Vegas: Please, don't even start with that bullshit. That was a man, getting a beer. Nothing more. Don't even act like he was even remotely attracted to that insanely hot chick.

 

Terra Skye: Oh whatever. I know I'm right.

 

Ray Payne: Stops fighten's yo. Let Mistah Shovel does whut he wunts tah does, yo.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the BALTIMORE CITY CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!! This is an Ultraviolent match, where LADDERS are the ONLY LEGAL Weapon!!!!

 

The house lights blacken out and the scratching riff breaks into a into a scream where the house lights come on again to find Cynder in the crowd from the second tier seating. The steady drum percussion while the screams come from not only the music but the crowd as well whom thrusts fist up at every scream given in some with the drum beat and guitar riff raging. She makes her way through the crowd as they all start to move out of her way but as well touch her while the lyrics come:

 

Cynder Hendricks

 

This grave of life, I give to you
Ignore what was, you know it's true
Realms of fear, they speak the truth
What has past, I hand to you

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, the challenger – hailing from Kingsbridge Heights, Bronx, NY, and weighing one hundred and twenty two pounds, CYNDERR HENDRICKSSS!!!!!!

 

When she reaches the ring she slides over the metal rail and goes towards a folded tan chair in the nearest corner, climbing it with the help of fans to stand on the top of the rail as the chorus bleeds out and her mouth moves with the words while her arms are put out to the sides in a crucifixion pose as her head goes back to close her eyes and take in the pop for her, good or bad.

 

Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through
Bleed for me, I've bled for you….

 

Johnny Vegas: It's kind of crazy to have a match where it's ultraviolent rules, but ladders are the only weapon allowed to be used...

 

Terra Skye: Welcome to CW.

 

Ray Payne: We haz alreadies been heah, yo. But danks yah Miss Terra.

 

The screams in the song sound again with fists being thrust up again with her doing the same with the crowd. She hops down to slide into the ring and rush into the opposite ropes back first, flipping her blonde braids back and locking her arms over the top rope to lean lazily into and bounce her head to the song fade out.

 

Terra Skye: Cynder Hendricks is a beast in the ring. She beat Charity Jones in her debut, and then she beat SynnStarr Saint in only her second match. And now, here she is, with a shot at the Baltimore City Championship.

 

Johnny Vegas: She obviously deserves it.

 

Ray Payne: She lookz mean, yo.

 

The Arena lights dim out once again, as “Die Motherfucker Die” by Dope begins playing over the PA system. Robbie Future comes out from behind the curtain with a crazed look in his eyes, wearing the Baltimore City Championship around his waist. He points at his forehead, which has the word 'Sick' written across it as he stands atop the stage glaring down into the ring at his opponent, who looks ready.

 

Robbie Future

 

Matt Wylde: And her opponent, hailing from New York, New York.. and weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds.. he is the Baltimore City Champion... ROBBBIE FUTUREEE!!!!!!!

 

Future wastes little time moving towards the ring, where Cynder is already standing inside urging him to hurry up. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops up to his feet, where he's met by his opponent being held back by Ref Jeff before this match can even begin!

 

Johnny Vegas: AWW Come on!!! No Fair!

 

Ray Payne: He's gottah calls fur da bell furst, yo. Dats da rulez.

 

Terra Skye: He makes a point, Johnny. Even though this is an Ultraviolent match, there is no match until that bell rings. You gonna ring it this time, Boy?

 

Boy: Decided Has I not.

 

Terra Skye: Okay then.

 

One Ref Jeff gets them separated, he calls out to Boy for the bell to get this one underway!

 

 


CW Baltimore City Championship

 

Ultraviolent Match
(No Time Limit, Ladders are the ONLY Legal weapon. First Pinfall or Submission Wins.)

 

 

 

DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: Baltimore City Championship action underway!

 

Johnny Vegas: Whiskey drinking action underway!

 

Ray Payne: Let's go like pokemans go, yo!

 

The match opens up with Hendricks and Future meeting in the center of the ring. Future extends his hand, but Hendricks slaps it away and shoots in with a quick leg kick. Future winces at it, and Hendricks unloads one on the inside of Future's thigh. Future's leg buckles and he drops to one knee. Hendricks charges and goes for a shining wizard, but Future rolls out of the way. Hendricks charges for Future as he gets up. Future catches Hendricks and reverses her into the ropes. Hendricks comes back and ducks under a big clothesline. Hendricks hits the ropes, jumps on the second rope, and springs backwards. She catches Future by the head with her arm and spins around, driving Future into the mat with a tornado DDT.

 

Terra Skye: Absolutely no respect shown by 'Cat-toon-ya' here, but can you blame her? There's gold on the line!

 

Ray Payne: I always toughts it wuz Kat tongue, yo.

 

Terra Skye: No, Ray. Johnny, do you have anything to add to this?

 

Johnny Vegas: If it doesn't get me killed, yeah.

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: I've always liked Hendricks' look and style. The fact that she slapped Future's hand away and then kicked him so hard his grandmother felt it to start the match was awesome. That Tornado DDT, too. Agility, versatility..

 

Hendricks pops up and hits the ropes quickly. Future gets up and Hendricks comes back and jumps up, twisting in the air. Hendricks feet hook Future in a head scissors and spin him around, causing the Baltimore City Champion to flip over. Future hits the mat hard and allows his momentum to carry him forward as he opts to just slide out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Hendricks gets up quickly and runs across the ring. Future tries to climb back in, but gets splattered in his guts and knocked back to the floor with a vicious baseball slide from the challenger. Hendricks gets up quickly and hits the ropes again, bouncing off of the far ropes to maximize her momentum so that she can utilize her speed. Future gets back up to a vertical base and Hendricks goes flying over the top rope! Hendricks hits Future with a quick tope suicida that takes both competitors down! As Hendricks pop up, the fans start to scream and cheer.

 

CAR-NAGE WRESTLING! *clap clap, clap clap clap clap* CAR-NAGE WRESTLING!

 

Ray Payne: Dat's a new cheer from da Carnage Leegions, yo.

 

Terra Skye: So far, Kattunge appears to be firing on all cylinders. Robbie Future has yet to get out of the starting gate!

 

Johnny Vegas: This match isn't out of hand, but it could get that way fairly quickly if Future doesn't do something to shift momentum his way.

 

Ray Payne: You'z can say'z Mista Future's Future be lookin' bleaks, yo!

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: ...

 

Ray Payne: I'z jes gunna go back ta catchin' pokemans.

 

Hendricks grabs Future and whips him down the aisle. Future hits the barricade and hangs there. Hendricks charges, but Future ducks down and launches Hendricks over the guard railing! Hendricks crashes into the first two rows and topples a bunch of steel chairs with her.

 

Terra Skye: Speak it and it happens... That's exactly what Future needed!

 

Johnny Vegas: Absolutely. Big time back body for sure, for sure.

 

Terra Skye: Did you really think so, Johnny?

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh yeah. What I appreciate more is how Ref Jeff doesn't seem to care that my girl Hendricks just got launched into the third row apparently! Come on, Jeff! Get your head outta your ass!

 

Terra Skye: Wait a minute! Hold on!

 

Johnny Vegas: What?

 

Terra Skye: So she's your girl now?

 

Future climbs over the guard railing and chases after her. Future grabs Hendricks and hits her with a few forearm smashes to the back.

 

Johnny Vegas: Someone get that little weazely bozo off of her!

 

Ray Payne: Dat's our Baltimore City Champions, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: He's a weasel!

 

Future grabs Hendricks and picks her up for a suplex. Hendricks rolls out the back of the suplex attempt, and when Future turns around, she goes for a headkick. Future ducks the head kick and gets behind Hendricks, hooking her for a german suplex instead. Future goes for the German and launches her overhead. Hendricks backflips over the guard railing and lands on her feet on the other side of the guard railing, causing a reaction from the crowd as she displays her acrobatics. Future turns around and sees her on her feet. Future charges and jumps up on the guard railing, diving off and hitting her with a flying clothesline.

 

Terra Skye: What a clothesline!

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on kitty, get up, you can beat this weasel!

 

Ray Payne: Iz he catchables, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: Yeah, sure. Waste a couple of your pokenuts tryin' to capture a level two turd!

 

Ray Payne: Ey!

 

Johnny Vegas: What?

 

Ray Payne: Dat's not nice, Johnny.

 

Terra Skye: It's like you say that every show, Ray.

 

Future gets up and grabs a ladder and slides it into the ring. Ref Jeff is well aware of the stipulations of the match and doesn't say or do anything to get in the Baltimore City Champion's way. Future walks back to Hendricks and picks her up by her hair. Future rolls Hendricks back into the ring and starts to climb back in. Future grabs Hendricks by the hair and starts to pick her up, only to be cut short by a vicious low blow. The Carnage Legion groans as Future topples over. Hendricks pops up, grabbing Future. Hendricks twists around and hits Future with a spinning neck breaker. Hendricks pops up and grabs the ladder, walking it over to the corner and setting it up. Hendricks walks back and grabs Future, whipping him into the ladder. Hendricks charges in and hits Future with a clothesline. Future slumps against the ladder. Hendricks climbs to the top rope behind the ladder. Hendricks jumps off, bulldogging Future and the ladder into the mat.

 

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

 

Ray Payne: That wuz no Ascensions, yo! Dat wuz a decensions!

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Ray Payne: Miss Kittyungah wif da decensions bulldogs!

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: That's it!

 

Terra Skye: What now, Johnny?

 

Johnny Vegas: I vote we put him down.

 

Terra Skye: Ugh! Kattunge with a beautiful bulldog using the ladder to aide in delivering a whole heaping pile of misery - but you've got to wonder - how much did she take out of herself by performing that move?

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on, Cynder! You've got this! I know you can do it!

 

Ray Payne: You'z tha Cynder Hendricks cheerin' section, yo!

 

Hendricks gets up as Future tries to pull himself out of the wreckage. Hendricks walks over to Future and picks him up. Hendricks steps over and lines him up with the ladder and wraps her arm around him. Hendricks dumps Future backwards with a side russian legsweep right on the ladder. The loud crack of the impact of the back of Future's skull on the ladder draws another solid reaction from the Carnage Legion here in South Philly. Future goes down hard and Hendricks rolls over, looking for the pin. Ref Jeff is quick to move over, using his foot to tap the mat to count the pinfall!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

The Baltimore City Champion somehow manages to kick out!

 

Terra Skye: Future kicks out! Somehow!

 

Johnny Vegas: Damn! I really thought that side-russian legsweep onto the ladder would have done him in!

 

Terra Skye: Me too, actually. But Future is a tough competitor and he knows what is at stake here tonight!

 

Ray Payne: Dis is a hotly contested match fer da B.C.'s championships, yo! Dis is wut you like ta sees!

 

Hendricks gets up, and argues with Ref Jeff at the slow count. It gives Future a chance to get back to his feet. When Hendricks turns around, she walks into a leg kick. Future throws another one, and then another one. Future gets Hendricks to a knee and then goes for a buzzsaw kick. Hendricks ducks under it and pops up, hitting Future with a quick dropkick. Future backs up into the corner. Hendricks gets up and grabs the ladder. Hendricks charges with the top of the ladder, smacking Future in the face with it. Future takes the stiff shot and hits the mat hard. Hendricks drops the ladder off to the side and climbs to the top rope. Future tries to start getting up, but Hendricks dives off the top and stomps Future's head into the mat with a wicked flying double stomp. Hendricks takes a couple of seconds to crawl over and pin Future.

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

THR-Future kicks out again!

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe this! Another kickout from Robbie Future!

 

Ray Payne: Da keed is toughs, yo. He showds that when he wons da B.C.s championships. Now he wuntz ta keep hees titles.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, I don't care how tough he is! If he doesn't start putting together some real offense against the lovely, talented, Miss Kattunge, he's gonna stay down for the three sooner or later!

 

Terra Skye: For once, you make a good point, Johnny. Being tough is only good if you plan on hitting your opponent back!

 

Hendricks gets up and slides out of the ring, grabbing the incredibly big orange ladder that's resting on the ringside floor and slides it into the ring. Hendricks climbs back in the ring just as Future gets up. Hendricks walks over to Future and kicks him in the gut. Hendricks hooks Future for a DDT, but Future reverses and hits her with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex. Future holds the bridge for a pin attempt!

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

Hendricks kicks out with authority!

 

Johnny Vegas: Whew!

 

Ray Payne: Mista Futua must be heerin' wut we'z sayins yo, cuz every time wez tell him ta do sumthin, he doezez!

 

Johnny Vegas: Well quit telling him to do things then!

 

Terra Skye: You don't honestly think that-

 

Johnny Vegas: Just stay down you WEASEL!!!

 

Future gets up just as Hendricks does. Future hooks Hendricks' head and starts to line her up with the ladder. Future goes for a vertical suplex, but Hendricks blocks it. Future tries again, and again, Hendricks blocks it. Future tries again and Hendricks spins with it, turning both of them around. Hendricks breaks Future's hands away and grabs his head, dropping out with a face buster into the ladder. Future hits the ladder hard and rolls around clutching his face.

 

Terra Skye: Oh my god!

 

Johnny Vegas: Hells yeah!

 

Ray Payne: I tink Mista Futon iz in a lots of painz, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I think Mister Future is in more than just a lot of pain, Ray. I bet he's bleeding... or missing teeth!

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't you see now why Carnage Wrestling can never go to being 'just' a regular wrestling company?

 

Terra Skye: Because Plastic Surgeons in the South Philly/Baltimore area would sue us for taking away half of their business?

 

Johnny Vegas: Never really thought about it like that, before.

 

Hendricks gets up and stalks around Future as he gets up. Future turns around and walks righht into a kick to the gut. Hendricks quickly hits Future with an Implant DDT and then jumps up, hitting a high angle corkscrew moonsault, landing the Acid Sunshine. Hendricks goes immediately for the pin.

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

THREE- NO!!! FUTURE KICKS OUT!!

 

Terra Skye: HOW IN THE WORLD?!

 

Ray Payne: Dat Mista Futara is one impressive bein, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh my god! PLEASE stay down!!! You're a damned weasel! You have no business in the ring with the GREAT Cynder Hendricks!

 

Terra Skye: You couldn't suck up to her any more, could you?!

 

Johnny Vegas: I'd like to try!

 

Terra Skye: Sick!

 

Hendricks gets up angrily and grabs the large ladder. She sets it near the center of the ring and drags Future over by his foot. Hendricks opens up the ladder, leaving the bottom rung over Future's neck and his feet. Hendricks climbs to the top of the ladder as the crowd buzzes. She jumps up and grabs the rafters of the roof and walks hand over hand across it. The crowd starts to go nuts as she lines up over Future. Hendricks lets go of the rafters and starts the twenty five foot drop to the ring. Both of her feet land squarely on Future's head with a flying double stomp. Hendricks knocks over the ladder real quick and pins Future as he twitches.

 

 

One!!

 

 

Two!!

 

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: She did it!

 

Johnny Vegas: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! WOOOOO!!!

 

Matt Wylde: The winner of the match, and NEEEWWWW Carnage Wrestling BALTIMORE CITY CHAMPION - CCCYYYYNNNNDDDDEEERRRRR HHHHEEENNNNDDDRRRIIICCCKKKKSSSSSS!!!

 

Cynder Hendricks sits up on her knees and brushes the hair away from her face. She almost cannot believe it as Ref Jeff walks over to her with the Baltimore City Championship belt. Jeff hands the shiny gold down to her where she spends a moment clutching it to her chest. The Carnage Legion claps and cheers for one hell of a match, which came off to them as a dominant performance, as she without a doubt earned the right to be called champion here tonight. Kattunge stands up with the championship belt and Ref Jeff holds her free arm high letting the crowd cheer for her. She then takes the belt over to the ropes where she holds her championship high in the air for even more cheers.

 

Terra Skye: What an incredible match! Oh, and by the way, Carnage Wrestling now has another female champion! WOO!!

 

Johnny Vegas: If all of our femme champs are going to look this pretty, then I don't mind!

 

Ray Payne: It jes' goesta show da peepel out in da leegin dat anyone can be champ if dey work hards enough, yo.

 

Terra Skye: I think it speaks volumes to the level of competition we have in what really is a very small place, relatively.

 

Johnny Vegas: I will admit. I have my problems with management, but when I look in the ring and see people like Kattunge Hendricks, I almost start to think that they're doing the right things.

 

Terra Skye: Almost? I don't know, Johnny. I think the whiskey is getting to you. Anyway, it's time to head backstage for another break!

 

Cynder plays to the crowd one more time before heading on out of the ring. A team of EMTs comes down to attend to Robbie Future as Cynder Hendricks backs her way up the entrance ramp with her new championship belt draped over her shoulder, as the camera shot heads backstage.

 

 

 

OWF Presents: BLOODBATH

 

 


OWF

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW -- SUNDAY AUGUST 7th, 2016!
FROM THE TOKYO DOME IN BUNKYO, TOKYO, JAPAN!

FEATURING...


THIS MATCH WILL TAKE PLACE ON A PLEXIGLASS PLATFORM, THE SIZE OF AN OWF RING, HUNG FIFTEEN FEET ABOVE THE ARENA FLOOR. UNDER THIS SET UP, WHERE A RING WOULD BE, OPEN CONTAINERS FILLED WITH BLOOD, PIG GUTS AND VARIOUS ENTRAILS OF ANIMALS ARE SITUATED. THE OBJECT OF THIS MATCH IS TO THROW YOUR OPPONENTS OFF THE PLATFORM INTO THE "POOLS OF BLOOD". THE LAST WRESTLER ELIMINATED FROM THIS MATCH WILL RECEIVE A SHOT AT THE OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP AT THE SEPTEMBER PAY PER VIEW OWF RISE OR FALL ON SEPTEMBER 11TH! THE LAST TWO COMPETITORS REMAINING ON THE PLATFORM WILL RECEIVE A SHOT AT THE OWF WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES AT THE SEPTEMBER PAY PER VIEW, OWF RISE OR FALL, ON SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2016!

JESSE JAMESTER
(OWF)
ZODIAC
(OWF)
CHAOS
(UGWC)
SABIRU
(CW)
TWEEDER
(CW)
AMY JO SMYTH
(LAW)
..PLUS MANY MORE!

-


 

 

 

 

Backstage: The beginning of the end of all things to come
The camera comes on backstage, showing a blank shot of the catering area. As the camera pans around, it catches John Ojeda walking down the hallway towards the gorilla position. Ojeda shifts the Tag Team title from one shoulder to the other. Ojeda stops when he sees the cameras and immediately gets into the lens aggressively.

 

John “Wrath” Ojeda

 

John "Wrath" Ojeda: Carnage Wrestling! You think you're fucking safe. You think that the games ended when I got this piece of gold on my shoulder. Bullshit. All the chaos, all the violence up until this point was just the fucking warning shot. I don't give a shit what two women you put out there in front of me. I'm going to do this shit like an after school special and beat them like they stole something. Call it domestic violence. Call it brutality. Call it whatever you want. I'm calling it a fucking murder.

 

Wrath pauses and takes a step back, glaring at the cameras.

 

John "Wrath" Ojeda: You fuckers put the House of the Holy in front of us. Never mind the fact that Nathan Cristion is damn near dead. Never mind the fact that you couldn't find suitable replacements for that team. So no, we do this half assed shit again. Well since you all want to go half assed. Since you all want to holy roll and act like the word of god means something around here... then wish granted. The word of the lord means a whole lot to me too. And you're not going to like when I bring the word of god to the ring.

 

Wrath starts to walk away, but stops and looks back at the cameras.

 

John "Wrath" Ojeda: This jealous god is going to show you what remains of your hopes and dreams. Let the trumpets sound. Let the seals break. The beginning of the end of all things to come starts now.

 

Wrath walks away and the camera fades back to the announce team.

 

 

 

Match Four: The House of the Holy Vs. Shovel Headed Kill Machine

 

Ray Payne: Lookz like Mistah Tweedah is gunna be in da Ohh-Dubbayah-Eff Bloody Bath matches, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Indeed! It's looking like he and Sabiru are going to be heading over to OWF to take part in this match.. which looks absolutely grotesque.

 

Johnny Vegas: Well... it's their choice, now isn't it. I saw that OWF President Chase Johnson formally invited our tag team champs to come over for the event too, but they've yet to make a decision.

 

Terra Skye: That's their choice, I suppose. Speaking of our tag champs, those were some strong words from John Ojeda.

 

Ray Payne: He iz jus a meanie head, yo. Da Goldz doez means sumthin, yo. I doez not dink dat he appreciatesed it, yo.

 

Terra Skye: He might not, but who knows?

 

Johnny Vegas: Well, It is time for his match, so I guess we're going find out if he's all talk. But I think we all already know that he's not.

 

Terra Skye: You're right.

 

Johnny Vegas: I'd also like to reiterate how impressed I am with Cynder Hendricks in her title win tonight.

 

Ray Payne: If yah dink she not gunna be jus like Mistah Headed.. den i dink yah is wrongz, yo.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is a ladder match, and it is for the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! First team to ascend the ladder and pull down the title belts WINS!!!

 

“Attack” by Conway hits the speakers as Charity Jones walks out onto the stage. The former Carnage Champion holds her arms high in the air as she poses at the top of the steel entrance ramp, taking in the mixed reaction of the crowd!

 

Terra Skye: The Legion seems pretty split on Charity right now.

 

Johnny Vegas: Who can blame them? Out of these two teams, there really isn't anyone to cheer for.. is there?

 

Ray Payne: Dats a guud point, Johnnie.

 

Charity remains at the top of the entrance ramp as her music fades out. As quickly as her music fades, “Stillborn” by the Black Label Society begins playing and a red spotlight lights up the stage. Magdalena walks out onto the stage and quickly joins her partner atop the entrance ramp. The two women begin walking down to the ring together, as the music continues playing.

 

Charity Jones & Magdalena

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring, The challengers... First, hailing from Green Bay Wisconscin, and weighing one hundred and twenty seven pounds – CHARITY JONESSS!!! And Second, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighing one hundred and fourteen pounds – MAGDALENA!!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: If this isn't a team I thought that I'd never see again.

 

Terra Skye: From what I heard, Magdalena had to practically beg Charity to be her partner.

 

Ray Payne: I does not sees dis as a bad ding, yo. Mistah Nathan turneded Miss Maggie tah da bad sides, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: And you think Jones can turn her back.. HAH! Where's our Bible buddies?!

 

Terra Skye: JOHNNY!

 

The two women make it to the ring, and they barely get up the steps before the music grinds to a halt and “Shovel Headed Kill Machine” by Exodus begins blaring over the speakers! The two women are disgusted that their opponents couldn't even let them finish their entrances. But before anything can be said, Gary Altus and John Ojeda stomp out onto the stage to a mixed reaction! The hoist their Tag Team titles high in the air for all to see, before they begin walking down towards the ring.

 

The Shovel Headed Kill Machine

 

Matt Wylde: And their opponents, First, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds... GARY ALTUS!!!! Second, hailing from Charleston West Virginia by way of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... and weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... JOHNN OJEDAAA!!!!! Together, they are the CW Tag Team Champions.. THE SHOVEL-HEADED KILL MACHINEEEE!!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I mean, they aren't all booing.

 

Terra Skye: That's because this is their hometown crowd. These are the people they speak of when they say the people want the blood guts and gore.

 

Ray Payne: Dat seems about rite, yo. I jus worries about da ladiez, yo.

 

The two men make it to ringside, and climb the ring steps, before getting into the ring, where they again hoist their title belts up in the air as their music fades out, and only the reactions of the jam packed crowd can be heard! Senior Referee White Rey steps inside the ring, and explains the rules of the Ladder match. He then takes the tag titles from Altus and Ojeda, and attaches them to a hook that then gets raised fifteen feet above the ring!

 

Ray Payne: Dat iz a long way up dere, yo.

 

Terra Skye: These matches are so dangerous.

 

Johnny Vegas: Now this is my kind of party. Lets see who can fly up in this motherfucker.

 

White Rey climbs from the ring, and motions over to Boy for the opening bell.

 

Boy: GRAVES.

 

 


CW Tag Team Championships

 

Tag Team Ladder Match
(No Time Limit, First team to pull the title belts down wins.)

 

 

 

DING DING!!!

 

The opening bell rings and the two members of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine make an immediate mad charge towards the two members of the reunited Bad Intentions team! Altus and Charity Jones end up squaring off with Sokaris taking an early advantage with a headlock. Meanwhile Ojeda lunges at Magdalena with the 'Stiffest Right in the Biz'! Only for Magdalena Lockheart to duck and jam a thumb into Wrath's eye! Wrath stumbles backward towards the ropes and Magdalena charges forward and drills him with a front double leg dropkick that catches Ojeda in the midsection that sends him through the ropes and to the floor! Sokaris wrenches in the headlock; Charity Jones delivers forearm shots to Altus's kidney area to try to break up the headlock. Altus weathers the flurry for the moment, but that is only until Magdalena comes in from a blind side and kicks Altus squarely between the legs! Half of the Carnage Legion cheers this tactic, while the other half boo, but no matter. Magdalena pulls the bottom rope down as Charity pushes Altus from behind and the two work together to dump him over the top rope as well.

 

Terra Skye: Well I'll be damned. Look at those two, Half their size, but they're in control--

 

Johnny Vegas: For now.

 

Ray Payne: Why yah gots tah be a negativity nancy reagan.. yo.

 

Terra Skye: Negativity Nancy Reagan? What in the fuck are you talking about?

 

Ray Payne: Yah, knowz... Dat wuz a nice team efforts frum da ladiez, yo. Wuz it nots?

 

Johnny Vegas: I think you've drank too much, Ray.

 

Charity and Magdalena share a moment in the middle of the ring where they both look at each other and then up at the Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championships hanging high above them – fifteen feet above the center of the ring. With all available ladders on the outside, Charity looks towards the nothern side of the ring floor to see the two members of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine making their way back to a vertical base. Charity runs and bounds off of the south ropes and leaps through them with a suicide dive – but Ojeda and Altus catch her! They hold the former Carnage Champion across their bodies as if they will perform a double fallaway slam on her, but they look up to see Magdalena vaulting herself over the rope with a plancha! The impact takes out all four wrestlers as they all hit the ground! The Legion cheers the action.

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy Shit! I guess we're seeing who can fly early in this one! Magdalena showing just how versatile she really is!

 

Terra Skye: That shocked me as well, Johnny! Look at these ladies taking it to the kill machine tonight, I love it!

 

Johnny Vegas: Of course you do. Now shut your face while I try to enjoy this.

 

Magdalena is the first back to her feet as she takes a moment to notice the audience cheering her for the first time in her career. She's taken aback by the reaction, and then quickly moves to bring Altus to his feet. Unfortunately for Magdalena, though, Wrath is already up and is angry from the thumb to the eye from earlier, and uses the advantage to thrust his entire body weight inbetween Magdalena Lockheart's shoulder blades which sends her forehead first into the ring post! The post rings out with a sickening thud as Magdalena quickly slumps over and falls face first to the lightly-padded concrete.

 

Ray Payne: Aaaand dere goes dat controlz, yo. Dat looked like it hurted, yo...

 

Johnny Vegas: How'd you like to have your face smashed into that ring post? HMMM? God Ray.

 

Terra Skye: Someone is a little testy.

 

Johnny Vegas: AM NOT!

 

Ray Payne: Yah knowz. I used tah be a boxah, yo and--

 

Johnny Vegas: And now you're a retard. Got it.

 

Wrath stalks the now downed Magdalena Lockheart, but just as he is about to pick her up, Charity Jones rushes from behind and lands a clothesline to the back of Wrath's head that sends him stumbling towards and bounding over the metal barricade! The Carnage Legion cheers as the big man tumbles over the metal barricade, but soon Altus follows up with a big boot the moment Charity Jones turns around. Charity hits the padding like a ton of bricks. Sokaris immediately turns his attention towards Lockheart who is just now getting back to her feet. Magdalena turns with blood trickling down her forehead only to be caught under the chin with a vicious superkick by Altus!

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz uncalled fur, y--

 

Terra Skye: Magdalena is already bleeding in this one! Brutal superkick from Gary Altus! Maybe you were right, Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Maybe he isn't such a big softie? Yeah, told you.

 

Ray Payne: Dat still mighted not be trues, yo... I mean...

 

Terra Skye: Shut up, Ray. Watch the match.

 

Altus grabs a ladder and slides it underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Charity Jones is stirring, so is Wrath on the outside of the metal barricade. Jones uses the barricade to pull herself back to her feet, and walks towards Altus. Wrath grabs Charity Jones by the hair from behind and yanks backward sending her falling with the back of her head cracking against the top of the metal barricade. The entire Carnage Legion winces in pain for the former Carnage Champion who is on the ground clutching her head in serious pain. Altus slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and begins going to work setting the ladder up.

 

Johnny Vegas: That had to hurt. Probably not as much as the forehead into the ring post, but I'm sure it hurt plenty.

 

Terra Skye: Altus and Ojeda are just brutal individuals, and this isn't even the worst we've ever seen.

 

Ray Payne: I does not wunt tah see da wurst, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh, I'm sure it's coming. Knowing these two.

 

Altus gets the ladder positioned and centered underneath the tag team championships and begins his ascent on the side facing the northern ring ropes. He takes about two steps up the ladder, exciting the Philadelphia crowd, when somehow Magdalena slides herself underneath the bottom rope and grabs Altus by the ankle. Altus hops down off of the ladder and stomps Magdalena to dislodge her as Wrath steps over the barricade to re-enter the ringside area. Wrath stomps on Charity Jones as he makes his way over her towards the ring steps to ascend them. Altus pulls Magdalena up by her hair and clutches her in the back suplex position. He hoists her up and places her legs in the rungs of the ladder and then allows her to fall into the tree of woe position – tied up on the ladder itself. Wrath takes the opportunity to bound off the northern ropes at full force, spin his body with full force and to drill Magdalena in the face upside down with a roaring elbow!!!

 

Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!!

 

Terra Skye: See? There.. that was vicious! She couldn't go anywhere!

 

Johnny Vegas: There's a man that'll never need a bitches companionship.. I mean come on.

 

Ray Payne: Everyone needs loves, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Is that what you tell your hand?

 

Magdalena hangs lifeless from the ladder as Wrath grabs her by her hair. He holds her up so that she's dangling now parallel yet above the canvas as Altus makes his way towards the ropes. Scaling the northwestern turnbuckles, Altus turns back towards his opponent where he's holding Magdalena up. Altus wastes no time at all, launching himself off of the top rope to come down with both of his feet stomping downward onto Magdalena's face!!! Magdalena is shot swinging downward and cracks the back of her skull on the ladder before she completes a backflip landing face first on the mat!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD! If she's not knocked out, I'd be shocked!

 

Johnny Vegas: That was Altus' 'Beyond the Pale'

 

Ray Payne: Listens to da crowds, yo. Dey loves it.

 

Terra Skye: Hometown guy.. big spot. Of course they're gonna love it.

 

Johnny Vegas: Apparently Altus can fly too.. I'm genuinely shocked by this development. Hmmm.. Maybe Ojeda can fly off a building or something.. that would be nice.

 

Wrath is there to pull Altus back to his feet and to check on his partner. With Gary Altus being okay, the two men go towards the ladder that is already set up in the center of the ring for them. The Carnage Legion boos loudly as Altus takes one side of the ladder, Wrath the other, and they both scale their side at the same speed and at the same time. Both members of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine are three-quarters the way up the ladder and can nearly touch the belts before they notice something beginning to stir beneath them. Altus and Ojeda have their fingertips touching the leather straps when all of a sudden the ladder beneath them begins to tilt away from the belts! They look down to see Charity Jones pushing the ladder towards the west ropes – the ladder tilts and then gravity takes over the rest – both members of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine end up falling crotched on the top rope! With both Altus and Ojeda singing soprano for the moment, Jones takes a second to fold up the ladder and to pull the ladder up to her chest. Using the ladder as a weapon, Jones charges and takes out herself and both members of the Shovel Headed Kill Machine at the same time with a top rope double ladder clothesline!!!

 

Terra Skye: CHARITY JONES WITH THE SAVE!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: GOD DAMN THAT LOOKS PAINFUL!!!

 

Ray Payne: Which part, yo?

 

Johnny Vegas: ALL OF It, but mostly whole dick and balls hitting the top rope like that.. God damn, I can't even think about that pain.

 

C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!! C-Dub!!

 

Inside the ring, Magdalena is left all alone and is somehow beginning to stir even though she has blood trickling from her forehead and from the back of her head. She seems dazed as she makes her way back to her feet only to stumble right back towards the east ropes. Magdalena Lockheart notices that she's alone in the ring and quickly rolls herself out towards the announce table to grab another ladder. She finds a ten-foot ladder and folds it up just long enough to send it back into the ring. Back inside, Magdalena looks over the west-side ropes to see Charity Jones and the Shovel Headed Kill Machine all just beginning to stir. Magdalena quickly sets up the ladder, which causes the Carnage Legion here in South Philadelphia to grow in volume which brings the three wrestlers on the outside back into things a bit quicker. Magdalena climbs the ladder near the east side of the ropes and the crowd is really behind the underdogs here. She gets half way up the ladder and looks up at the belts. She also looks down at ringside where Wrath and Altus and Jones are all just making their way back to their feet.

 

Terra Skye: If Magdalena wants to pull of the upset here, she'd better fucking hurry!

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't even know if hurrying would help!

 

Ray Payne: Looks yo! Miss Charity tryin tah keeps dem distractedz, yo!

 

Terra Skye: Now, this is the Charity Jones we remember. This is the woman that took out Phoenix Matsuda all those years ago.

 

Johnny Vegas: Wrong. That woman was a crazed psychopath who kidnapped Matsuda's girlfriend and held her until she got her match.

 

Ray Payne: Dat culd be her now, yo.

 

Jones swings and hits Wrath with a knife edge chop, but Sokaris catches her with a blindside headbutt that nearly knocks her out cold. Wrath pulls Charity's head down into a standing headscissors and shouts out instructions for his tag team partner to move out of the way. Magdalena sees this from inside the ring, two rungs away from the tag belts. Sokaris moves away from the barricade, but in turn notices Magdalena near the belts at the top of a ladder and quickly slides himself underneath the bottom rope. Wrath yanks Charity Jones up into a powerbomb position, and runs towards the open barricade with Jones on his shoulders. Inside the ring, Altus grabs the ladder and pulls it towards him, tilting Magdalena away from the title belts! Magdalena uses the tilted ladder to her advantage, and leaps off of it, over the top rope, diving to take out Wrath before he can powerbomb her partner into the barricade!

 

Terra Skye: This is INSANE!

 

Johnny Vegas: I've never seen Magdalena wrestle like this! She's a totally different woman!

 

Ray Payne: But willz it be enoughes, yo?

 

Terra Skye: I don't know, but she just layed herself out right there to save Charity. That's gotta say something.

 

Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!!

 

Inside the ring, Altus looks on as he cannot believe Magdalena just gave up her own body to try to take out his tag team partner! Altus takes the ladder in his hands and folds it up. He places the top of the ladder against the top rope and then runs back towards the western ring ropes. He waits for Magdalena to pull Charity Jones to her feet and then he runs off – Sokaris leaps and uses the ladder itself as a springboard to send himself in a front-flip over the top rope where he lands hitting both members of Bad Intentions!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Altus is really surprising me tonight! Dear God!

 

Terra Skye: That modified Deathamphetamine was brutal! Taking out both women at the same time!

 

Ray Payne: Da way he used da laddah, yo.. dat wuz innovaties.

 

Terra Skye: I think you meant innovative.

 

Boy: INCAPACITATE.

 

Johnny Vegas: Aaaand, there's Boy.

 

The bent ladder remains perched on the west side ropes facing the ramp where all four competitors are laid out. Altus is the first to begin to stir, followed closely by his tag team partner and Charity Jones, who took the least of the impact. Sokaris headbutts Charity, cracking her so hard that she spins around one hundred and eighty degrees to face Wrath. Wrath raises his right arm to the sky and then lowers his fist as if he were cocking a gun. Ojeda unleases with the Stiffest Right in the Business, but Jones drops to one knee and Wrath catches Altus instead!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD! He caught his partner!

 

Johnny Vegas: HOLY SHIT!

 

Altus falls backward to the entrance ramp below before Jones comes upward with a low blow uppercut on Ojeda himself, buckling him over in pain. Jones, kneeling, doesn't even notice when her partner comes up from behind, and uses her shoulders as a launch pad to throw herself high in the air to come down along the back of Ojeda's neck with a scissors kick!! The Carnage Legion cheers out when Wrath's face is driven into the steel of the entrance ramp from the impact of that massive kick – but Magdalena took her own self out, too – with that maneuver! Jones, startled, pulls herself back up to her feet to notice that she's the only one up. She looks towards the ring, and sees a ladder still inside it! She limps over towards the ring apron, and pulls herself up inside the ring.

 

Ray Payne: Heah is da chances yo! Go fur it Miss Charity!

 

Terra Skye: She's the only one up. Everyone else just took a helluva beating. I mean Ojeda accidentally hit his own partner with the stiffest right in the biz, and then Magdalena hit Ojeda with a brutal scissors kick, just after Jones hit him with a low blow uppercut right to the nuts.... Damn.

 

Johnny Vegas: With all these low blows, you'd think there'd be a happy ending in there somewhere. Fuck.

 

Charity Jones grabs the bent ten foot ladder and drags it to the center of the ring. She works to set the ladder up, but it's badly damaged from earlier. Still, she gets the ladder upright enough that she's able to begin scaling the sides. On the outside of the ring, Sokaris and Magdalena both stir alongside each other, but it's Altus that has the will to push himself up first and to stumble over towards the ring. On the inside of the ring, Charity carefully scales another rung of the bent ladder, but it's extremely wobbly at best.

 

Johnny Vegas: That ladder isn't going to hold her up long enough for her to get up to the belts!

 

Terra Skye: She's gotta try, because here comes Altus!

 

Ray Payne: But Miss Maggie is not far behindz!

 

Johnny Vegas: And I can guarantee, Ojeda isn't out of this yet!

 

Altus grabs a twelve foot ladder from the floor next to him, and with whatever strength he has left, he hoists it up to the ring apron and shoves it in. Magdalena attacks him from behind with a clubbing blow that sends him stumbling forward, unfortunately for Bad Intentions, however, the Shovel Headed Kill Machine member has the wherewithal to use this momentum to carry himself into the ring. Magdalena tries to recover, but it's a swift kick from behind that catches her in the small of the back – this time from Wrath – that sends her down onto her hands and knees allowing Altus a free shot at her tag team partner. Charity Jones is nearly at the next to top rung now of this ten foot ladder, and she reaches up to grab the CW Tag Team Championship belts! Altus straightens himself up and kicks the already bent ladder, shattering one of the legs and having it crumble out from underneath Jones!

 

Terra Skye: Oh Dear God!

 

Ray Payne: SHIZZZ!!!!

 

Jones hangs helplessly from the championship belts! She tries to jerk her body around, kicking and flailing, to somehow pull the straps down! Altus watches on in wait – Jones grip is failing!

 

Terra Skye: PULL EM DOWN!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Holy Fuck nuts! So God damned close!

 

Jones makes one last attempt at grabbing the belts, but her hands slip! Altus catches her on the way down and powerbombs her onto upright sides of the broken ladder!

 

Ray Payne: Oh... Mah gawdz, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: That was one of the worst powerbombs I think I've ever seen.

 

Terra Skye: Come on, With Jones falling – that was added momentum for Altus to carry into that broken ladder. She hit right on that broken side... She could be seriously hurt here. Internal injuries even.

 

Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!!

 

Charity Jones may very well be broken in half!!! She screams out in agony!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I can't even listen to her scream. Dear God.

 

Wrath pulls himself up to the ring apron, but as he does, the face of a twelve-footer connects with his and drills him!!! Magdalena used whatever bit of energy she had left to take the ladder that was available to take out John Ojeda!! The Twelve footer now leaning on the west ropes much in the same way the ten foot one was earlier, Magdalena takes too long to survey the damage that she's caused as Altus stalks her from behind. Altus grabs her by the hair and spins her around quickly into a standing headscissors! Magdalena kicks and squirms, but Altus is able to lift her up easily into position as he eyes up the ladder!!!

 

Terra Skye: He's going for the Funeral Hymn!

 

Johnny Vegas: If he hits this, it might very well be her funeral!

 

Altus lunges forward and throws Magdalena downward, but Magdalena is able to shove herself off at the last moment and send herself outward for a powerbomb instead! She hits the top of the ladder, which levers the bottom of the ladder in a shooting upright, uppercut motion that catches Altus right under the jaw!!! Altus's head snaps backwards and Sokaris falls to the mat out cold!!! Meanwhile, Magdalena somehow holds onto the ropes and manages to land herself on the ring apron instead of falling all the way to the floor. She looks around and she's the only one up. She steps through the ropes and has a twelve-foot ladder at her disposal – the Carnage Legion is going absolutely insane!

 

Ray Payne: I cannotz believe dis yo!

 

Terra Skye: You, me.. and the rest of the Legion here tonight, and everyone watching LIVE on the OWF network!

 

Johnny Vegas: Had to get that plug in there, didn't you?!

 

Magdalena grips the back of her head and drags the large ladder over to the center of the ring. She sets it up slowly. She's looking up at the Tag Belts and there's nothing to stop her now. With a crimson mask covering the femme's face, she starts to climb up the ladder with her back towards the west side ropes. One rung, two rung, three rungs and four. She reaches up for the belts but only her fingertips are able to touch them enough to start them swaying above her. Magdalena drags herself painfully up another rung to be able to reach the belts – all she needs to do now is wait for them to swing back her way-

 

Terra Skye: She's almost got them!

 

Johnny Vegas: We're mere inches away from NEW tag champs!

 

Ray Payne: NO! LOOKZ!

 

Wrath Ojeda in the ring! He comes up from behind Magdalena and pulls himself up the first two rungs! He places his head between her legs as he steps up on the third rung, and now Magdalena reaches out for the title belts while being on Wrath's shoulders in an electric chair drop position! She's got the belts – NO!!! Wrath leans away from the championships!!! He steps up another rung, the fourth now, placing Magdalena ever closer to the belts as well. Both competitors reach out for the title belts! Wrath has one! Magdalena has the other! They both jerk the championships trying to pull them off. Wrath reaches up and grabs Magdalena by the head, he turns, and LEAPS OFF OF THE LADDER DRILLING MAGDALENA IN THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH A JOKER DRIVER!!!!

 

Terra Skye: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's gotta be dead!

 

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

 

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

 

The carnage in the center of the ring is absolutely devastating for these two teams as the ladder sways but somehow manages to stay upright. Altus begins to stir now, being the only one left who can really do anything at this point. He pulls himself by the strength of his arms over to the ladder and begins to pull himself upwards as well. One rung, two, three, four. The Carnage Legion is booing loudly as Altus is shaking off the cobwebs as he has no opposition whatsoever. Altus climbs the fifth rung, when all of a sudden, Charity Jones is seen on the east side ring apron clutching her back in severe pain!

 

Ray Payne: Miss Jonez iz up yo!

 

Terra Skye: How is she continuing to get up! She's suffered from back injuries before, and this very well could be another one!

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't even fucking know anymore!

 

Jones fights through the pain to leap up, springboarding off of the rope to land on the fourth rung on the opposite side of the ladder from Altus! She quickly steps up to the fifth rung and lunges upward for the belts!!! SHE HAS HER HANDS ON THEM!!! ALTUS LOOKS UP – JONES YANKS THEM-

 

Johnny Vegas: COULD IT BE--

 

ALTUS COCKS HIS LEFT HAND BACK – STIFFEST LEFT IN THE BUSINESS?!?!?

 

Terra Skye: He cold cocked her!

 

The identical punch to his tag team partner, except from the opposite side! Jones immediately goes stiff as a board and falls flat down to the canvas from ten feet up! Altus reaches up and grabs the Carnage Tag Team Championships as the Legion boos loudly! Altus yanks at the two belts until they both come undone from the hook. Altus, with both belts clutched tightly to his chest, falls down to the mat below.

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Matt Wylde: The winners of the match, and STILL- Carnage Wrestling Tag Team Championsssss... THE SHOVEL HEADED KKKKIIIIILLLLLLLLLL MMMMMAAAACCCCHHHHIIINNNNEEEEEE!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: What a fucking match.

 

“Shovel Headed Kill Machine” begins to play over the Arena PA speakers as the Legion's initial boos quickly turn into an applause for the ladder match that they had just witnessed. EMT teams come rushing down the entrance ramp to check on all four competitors that are in the match. Wrath pulls Altus back to his feet and the two men share an embrace in the center of the ring as they had just been through a war and had come out victorious. Wrath takes one of the Tag Team Championship belts and the two members of SHKM place them on display by holding them high above their heads.

 

Terra Skye: What a fucking fight.

 

Ray Payne: Dat wuz a brootal match, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I need a drink after that. Watching that shit sobered me right up. Damn, you can't say that Ojeda and Altus didn't fight for that one though.

 

Terra Skye: You also can't say that Jones and Magdalena didn't give it their all either. That was the best effort I've seen out of either of them for a long time.

 

They refuse medical attention from the EMTs, opting instead to head on out of the ring leaving the EMTs to attend to the members of Bad Intentions. Both Charity Jones and Magdalena Lockheart are just beginning to stir, but neither of them have the energy to fight off the EMT's advances to get them placed onto stretchers. Charity Jones is heard telling the EMTs that she is fine – meanwhile Magdalena Lockheart is being fitted with a neckbrace as they prepare to place her on the hardboard. Jones crawls over to her tag team partner as they begin strapping her down to the board, but the EMTs stop her from interfering with their efforts.

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe Charity is telling the EMT's that she's okay. She needs to get that back checked out.

 

Johnny Vegas: I think they both have a laundry list of things they need to get checked out after this one.

 

Ray Payne: Dats troo, yo.

 

Terra Skye: Looks like we're heading backstage while the ring gets cleaned up and prepared for the next match of the night!

 

 

 

OWF Friday Night Addiction!

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Friday, July 15th 2016
Ariake Coliseum
Koto, Tokyo, Japan


* MAIN EVENT *

NORMAL MATCH

JC
VS
SEBASTIAN STEEL


* FEATURE MATCHES *

NORMAL MATCH

CASSANDRA CARMICHAEL
VS
ELIAS T. AZUL


NORMAL MATCH

JESSE JAMESTER
VS
KEM DYNAMO


 

 

Backstage: Drop the Beat
We cut backstage where we find Greg Ace standing eagerly in front of the camera, looking no worse for wear after his run in earlier. He’s nervously holding a microphone in his hand and starts addressing the Legion.

 

Greg Ace

 

Greg Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve got something promised to us tonight from my guest at this time and I just can’t wait to see what it is, Medallians! So without any further...uhh, waiting, here he is now, the UltraViolent champion, Matt Stone!

 

The champ walks on screen sans his title belt, which has already been taken down to the ring to be attached to the device to suspend it above the ring. He is followed by several men though, no doubt his own security team.

 

Matt Stone

 

Greg Ace: Now before we get to your surprise, I wanted to ask...what’s with all of these guys? Aren’t you tough? Scissors! Run with Scissors!

 

Stone just looks at him for a moment and snatches the microphone out of his hand.

 

Matt Stone: Good news, I’ve now got two surprises for everyone, the first one being that Greg Ace no longer has to waste all of our time by standing here, go, go on, get!

 

Two of them men start approaching the man and he walks off without a fuss, leaving Stone to shake his head and address the camera.

 

Matt Stone: Am I not tough, what a stupid question. I’m the toughest man in this building, but when you’re put in a dangerous situation against a former criminal, you have to be worried about being shanked walking down the hallways here. I’ve been attacked from behind so many times, it only made sense to have these men around me. If I’m going to fight, and boy am I ready for a fight, it’ll be in the ring, not back here. That’s just not safe for all of our staff, so for their benefit, I have this deterrent.

 

Matt just shakes his head, unable to believe that he had to take the time to explain that.

 

Matt Stone: Now that we have that covered, we can get to my special surprise for you all. You see Legion, I’m not just the best wrestler here, I’m not just the biggest star this company has ever seen, but I’m also a Showman. I like to give you all a little something special to remember this night by and that’s what I have planned here tonight. In order to speak your language and get my point across to you all, because I know sometimes you can’t keep up with things like logic and reason, I’ve created a special communication rap so you can understand, or a C-RAP for short. I can spit lyrics with the best of them, I assure you, all I need is a beat.

 

Matt looks around, picking out one of the guards.

 

Matt Stone: Hey Dasher, give me a beat.

 

Yes, his eight security guards are all named after reindeer. The man brings his hand up to his mouth and starts beatboxing for Stone, if you can imagine. Stone clears his throat ready to drop some sick beats when we hear in the background 'Reckless and the Brave' by All-Time Low and the crowd start cheering. Stone looks furious as Dasher stops.

 

Matt Stone: He’s interrupting me? OH HELL NO! This is my night, damn it! Not his! Let’s go!

 

Stone starts making a beeline for the ring, still holding the microphone in his hand as the camera tries to follow, but can’t keep up.

 

 

 

Match Five: Lucas Silva Vs. Matt Stone

 

 

The PA begins hammering out the upbeat punk rock rhythm of 'Reckless and the Brave' by Baltimore local band All-Time Low, the curtains parting with flourish as the Sandtown Kid takes the stage, sporting the bright red Sandtown tee.

 

Sandtown Kid

 

Johnny Vegas: You don't just interrupt THE Ultraviolent Champion when he's about to beat box.

 

Pockets of red in the audience suggest support from the crowd even outside of Baltimore, though unlike previous appearances, the Sandtown Kid is holding a large American flag on a poll, waving it from side to side slowly before he takes off down the ramp at a march. The Sandtown Kid slaps fives to the crowd on the left side of the aisle, offering up an energetic display of appreciation before reaching ringside where he pauses for a moment at the timekeeper's table, shaking hands with Boy and handing off the flag to Boy, while Boy hands off a microphone to the vocal youth. Then grabbing hold of the middle rope, STK chin-ups himself onto the apron and rolls under the ropes, taking his feet in the middle of the ring.

 

Sandtown Kid: Well hello, Philly! How you folks doing tonight?

 

Johnny Vegas: Terrible, now that you're here.

 

Boy: NOTHING SAYS TOWN LIKE THE SANDS OF TIME!

 

Terra Skye: You'd better lay off of Silva, Johnny. I don't think Boy likes it.

 

The crowd cheers in appreciation. The Kid pauses and lets them die down naturally, rather than interrupting.

 

Sandtown Kid: Hell of a show so far. I just wanted to go on the record and tell Tweeder good job. I'd wish you luck against Matt Stone, but I'm about to punk that bitch out myself, so it looks like you're stuck with an ass beating from none other than yours truly. If you ever had a shot at being UltraViolent Champion, that ship has sailed.

 

The crowd Oooos with the cutting and overconfident words displayed by the Sandtown Kid, who only grins more eagerly as he begins to pace the ring.

 

Sandtown Kid: I've never been to Philly before. Heck, until a couple months ago, I'd never even left Baltimore. So I bussed up yesterday and took the chance to see the sights. You would not believe all the crazy stuff I learned. Did you know that Philadelphia used to be the capital of America? Dude, right here is where America gave England the finger and said 'Screw you, we're doing this on our own!'

 

The crowd cheers again at the patriotic, if somewhat inaccurate assessment, of independence. The Sandtown Kid grins and throws a fist up over his head to punctuate his comment.

 

Sandtown Kid: That's what the founding fathers figured out that dumbasses like Matt Stone can't seem to wrap their brain around. There is a time to follow the rules, and then there is a time.. to KICK SOME ASS.

 

STK holds up his hand, staring at his palm, almost as if reading something.

 

Sandtown Kid: Because at some times, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to dis.. dis.. to destroy some moron who thinks that his way is the right way, and who wants to preach to all the rest of us some sort of high and mighty crap-

 

Sandtown Kid's speech is cut short as 'Whoa Is Me' by Down With Webster begins thumping out over the arena speakers, Matt Stone appearing center stage surrounded by his security team, staring down the aisle at the Sandtown Kid. Microphone in hand, Stone begins the march towards the ring, shaking his head in disapproval as the audience greets him with an overwhelming chorus of boos.

 

Matt Stone

 

Johnny Vegas: HAH! Told you!

 

Ray Payne: Dis iz nots guud, yo.

 

Matt Stone: That's the American way, isn't it? If you don't agree with the rules, just break them. Probably why you ended up behind bars, right? Do whatever you want, whenever you want, whatever is convenient. Well let me tell you a little story you might not have heard in the selective education of your public schools. A story about a little fight called the War of 1812. Your President, James Madison, declared war and invaded Canada. He said he'd conquer my home in Ontario, and take the Great Lakes for a trade route, and whatever else asinine self-entitled garbage you Americans felt like doing. Except he didn't count on one thing.

 

Stone dips to the side to avoid a cup of soda that sails from the crowd and narrowly misses him. Reaching ringside, Stone scales the steps, slipping through the ropes and staring across the ring at the Sandtown Kid, waving his security to go around the ring to ensure no one else runs in.

 

Matt Stone: He didn't count on the fact that people in Canada are smarter, stronger, more talented, and generally superior to Americans in every way. Even outnumbered, we beat you back over and over again. And then, when you were too dumb to know when you lost, we just marched ourselves all the way down to Washington DC and burnt your White House to the ground.

 

Sandtown Kid: That's a lie.

 

Matt Stone: Crack a book, Kid. You guys called it a 'ceasefire' and a 'declaration of truce'. But the truth was, you invaded, you tried to take what was ours, and in the end, the borders stayed exactly the same. And now here you are, with your stupid hair, trying to take something that will never belong to you.

 

Stone points up to the sky, where his UltraViolent championship comfortably rests in preparation for the match.

 

Terra Skye: This is personal now..

 

Johnny Vegas: What are you talking about, It's BEEN personal!

 

Matt Stone: So while in the past when we were in your base, killing your dudes and you all tucked your tail and ran, tonight when there are no rules to break, it’s the War of 2016 and I’m burning you to the ground.

 

Sandtown Kid responds by exploding forward in a football tackle that takes both men to the mat, and the White Rey quickly signals for Boy to ring the bell and start the match!

 

 


CW UltraViolent Championship

 

Ascension X Match
(No Time Limit, No DQ, First person to ascend the ladder and grab the Title from between the scaffolds, wins.)

 

 

 

DING DING!!!

 

The Legion is already getting on their feet in the 2300 Arena! The action and insanity had already been at a fever pitch at the start of the evening and the wave was only continuing to build in intensity. The fans were hungry for blood and hoping that these two men gave them what they crave. The two men roll around on the ring canvas, each vying for position, before Senior Referee White Rey breaks them up when they roll over the burned spots. Both men back to their feet, Stone is first to bat as he drives his forehead into the brow of Lucas. The impact of skull against skull is felt by the fans in the front row as Silva stumbles backwards against the ropes. Stone pursues his opponent towards the ropes and fires off a Chop that collides against Lucas’ collarbones. Grappling with Silva, Stone spins around and Irish Whips Lucas towards the middle of the ring. Silva spins around through the hold and smashes his left arm across the chest of Matt with a clothesline. Both men come crashing down to the canvas as Rey lets the two men have at it.

 

Terra Skye: I have a bad feeling about this match!

 

Johnny Vegas: Why?!

 

Terra Skye: Isn't it obvious how heated things have gotten between Sandtown Kid and Stone lately?

 

Ray Payne: Der's no needsta worry Mizz Terra. Da rules of diz match are simples, yo. One of dem Mistas has ta climb ups onta one of dem tables yo and get dey hands on da U.Vee's Title. yo.

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Ray Payne: Den, dey needz ta figa out da fastest way back downz, yo, to da ring. Only den weel Mista White Rey declares one of dems Mistas the winner, yo.

 

Terra Skye: That's great, Ray. But you do realize that they've probably already figured out the fastest way back down, right?

 

Ray Payne: Needar of dem wouldz eva trow da udda Mista off da tables, yo. Dat'z not nice.

 

Johnny Vegas: They're gonna try to kill each other! LETS GO STONE!!!

 

Shaking the cobwebs from his head, Silva reaches down with both hands and pushes against the canvas. Leaping back up to his feet, Silva plays to the fans in attendance. The Sandtown Kid’s popularity within the company was only increasing and a victory tonight would launch the rookie into the stratosphere. Stone manages to roll up to one knee as Lucas comes trotting towards the man. Matt launches up from the canvas with blinding speed and snaps off a European Uppercut that connects directly with the jaw of Silva. Lucas pops up into the sky and flies backwards, landing like a rag doll on the canvas nearby the western ring ropes. Stone moves back up to both feet while taking a moment jaw with a few of the more verbal fans in attendance this evening.

 

Terra Skye: I'm not sure exactly when this.. disdain.. borderline hatred between these two men started, but it might actually have been when Sandtown Kid tried to save Matt Stone!

 

Johnny Vegas: BLASPHEMY!

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt Stone doesn't need to be saved! NOT NOW! NOT EVER!

 

Terra Skye: Geesh!

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt Stone has EVERY RIGHT to be pissed. Smackdown Kid, who I might add is really thirty five years old-

 

Terra Skye: Oh not this shit again-

 

Johnny Vegas: SCRAMROUND SKID has NO RIGHT to even PRETEND that he could help the true UltraViolent Champion Matt Stone in any way! What that preposterous liar did was an OUTRAGE! YOU TELL 'EM BOY!

 

Boy: RAGE AGAINST THE SAND! KID NOT, HE HAS BUT HE IS NOT! DEATH TO TWEEVER!

 

Instead of closing the distance, Stone decides to walk to the southern ring ropes, sliding through the middle set as he comes to stand on his feet outside of the ring. Reaching down, the man comes to stand back up with an eight foot wooden ladder suspended between both of his hands. Turning back to face the ring, he slides the ladder underneath the bottom ropes and towards the middle of the ring. Springing back up to his feet as he comes to stand on the outside edge of the ring, Silva is showing signs of life once more inside of the ring. Matt steps back into the ring just as Lucas is rolling from his back onto his stomach. Pushing against the canvas, Silva springs up into the air while launching forwards. Coming back onto his hands as Stone is running forward, Lucas presses against the canvas and launches with all his might into a Bicycle Kick that sends Matt Stone flying onto the very wooden ladder he had just slid into the ring. The sound of flesh and bone crunching against unforgiving wood fills the ringside but is drowned out by the thousands in attendance tonight losing their minds.

 

HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

 

C-DUB!! C-DUB!!

 

Terra Skye: What a bicycle kick!

 

Ray Payne: Mista Kid is old enuff ta rides a bike, yo?

 

Terra Skye: Seriously..?

 

Johnny Vegas: RING THE BELL!! THAT THIRTY FIVE YEAR OLD VETERAN CHEATED!!!

 

Terra Skye: ..at least now I know why Carnage needs three commentators.

 

Taking hold of the middle rope to get back up to his feet, Lucas grabs hold of the wooden ladder and comes towards the middle of the ring where the four wooden tables come to intersect and leave a hole. This is the same hole where the Ultraviolent Title can be seen suspended – yet the eight foot ladder falls just short of said gold. Either man either needed to erect a taller ladder or take their life into their hands in an attempt to either remain or become the Ultraviolent Champion. As Lucas turns away from the ladder towards his opponent he is blindsided as Stone comes out of the blue and catches Lucas with a Running DDT. Both men come crashing down onto the canvas as the wooden ladder remains standing underneath the gold.

 

Johnny Vegas: SICK running DDT from the TRUE champion! That move is so awesome, it should be one of his signature maneuvers!

 

Ray Payne: Uhm, okays Johnny.

 

Johnny Vegas: Quick! Think of a name for it, idiot!

 

Terra Skye: I don't think you get to decide whose moves are what, Johnny. It may not be a Matt Stone signature maneuver, but it was very nicely executed.

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh you shut up! Quick Ray, I need a brilliant name for it!

 

Ray Payne: Dee, uhm, daa, Seriez fours Deatomizer, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: SERIES FOUR DEATOMIZER BY MATT STONE!!! BY GOD RAMSCROUND BRID IS DEAD!!! SCALE THAT LADDER STONE!!!

 

Stone rolls up from one foot and comes to grab Silva by his ankles. Matt starts dragging Silva back towards the ladder and the middle of the ring, letting go of his opponent as he comes to stand by the wooden eight foot ladder. Coming to stand on the bottom rung, Stone springs up half way to the middle of the ladder and then smugly comes to fall away from the ladder, looking for an Elbow Drop. Just as he comes down to the canvas, Silva manages to roll away from the middle of the ring underneath the ropes to the outside of the ring. Beings that the match can only end when one of the men gets the belt, White Rey sees no reason to issue a Ten Count. Stone collides with the unforgiving canvas and flops towards the opposite ropes from Silva. Meanwhile Lucas manages to find a fiberglass ten foot ladder underneath the nearby ring skirt. As Stone uses the ropes to get himself back up to his feet, Silva is able to erect the ten foot wooden ladder outside facing the ring. He takes notice of Stone and quickly gauges if he will be able to leap back into the ring. With reckless abandon he begins climbing up the fiberglass ladder to the top rung while Matt Stones starts running towards Lucas. As Silva makes it to the top rung of the ladder, Matt grabs hold of the middle ropes and uses them to spring onto the top ropes. Lucas Silva leaps forward from the top of the ladder and catches Matt Stone mid-air. The two men come flying back into the ring as Silva manages to spin around and drives Stone down into the canvas with a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam!

 

Johnny Vegas: The Blandround Slam from off a ladder!

 

Terra Skye: Outside the ring, into the ring! Holy-!

 

Johnny Vegas: WHAT A CHEATER!

 

Ray Payne: Mista Stonez coulds be deadz, yo.

 

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

 

Senior Referee Rey is completely beside himself as both men are laid out upon the canvas in the middle of the ring. Both men are starting to show signs of life after the impact of that dangerous and amazing move. Silva is the first to sit up from the canvas as he manages to reoriented himself into the direction of Matt Stone. Standing up to his feet, the Sandtown kid takes notice of the Ultraviolent Title that is still suspended in the middle of the ring. Reaching over to the ladder that had been toppled over from the impact of both men, Silva manages to set the ladder upright once more while making sure the top rung is directly underneath the opening in the middle of the four suspended tables. Believing that Stone is out for the count, Lucas takes to climbing the ladder with the gold in his sight. Stone suddenly sits upright, the flesh upon his face beat red as the man seems to be possessed with fury. Pressing against the canvas in the corner of the ring, Stone springs forward and connects with a Big Boot that finds the same ladder Lucas Silva is standing upon. Silva falls away towards the corner of the ring as he comes crashing down shoulder-first onto the top turnbuckle. The Sandtown Kid is a crumbled mess in corner of the ring as Stone nods in satisfaction before taking hold of the same ladder Lucas was just standing on. Stepping to the side, he opens the ladder and stands it up.

 

Johnny Vegas: Great wherewithal from the CHAMP! WOOO!!!

 

Terra Skye: Would you please at least pretend not to be as biased as you are?

 

Ray Payne: Yeah, yoz.

 

Johnny Vegas: Life's too short - why pretend to be something your not?

 

Ray Payne: True.

 

Terra Skye: Fair enough.

 

Johnny Vegas: See? That's great advice. And maybe if skid didn't pretend to be a kid, and tell the entire world he's only 18 or something-

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD, SHUT UP.

 

Matt Stone sets his attention upon the ten foot ladder outside the ring that Silva launched himself upon. Sliding outside the ring as Referee Rey checks on the condition of Silva, Stone collapses the ladder and turns to slide it under the bottoms ropes back into the ring. Stepping towards the side of the ring with the announce table, Stone grabs hold of a wooden six foot ladder and climbs with this one by stepping over the top ropes directly back into the ring. Lucas is verbally conferring with Rey while now sitting back in the corner he had just splatted into. Stone first takes hold of the ten foot ladder and opens it to face the eight foot wooden ladder. He then takes hold of the six foot wooden ladder and sticks it into both open ladders to form a bridge.

 

Terra Skye: In this first-ever Ascension-X match, just about everything with ladders is legal!

 

Johnny Vegas: Let us not forget that Matt Stone won the first ever Baltimore City Brawl - Matt Stone excels in first-time matches!

 

Terra Skye: 'Let us not forget ANYTHING you have good to say about Matt Stone'. But yeah, Stone is innovative, as he is showing here.

 

Ray Payne: I tink maybe Mista Stone iz tryin' ta hurt Mista Silva, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: YOU DON'T SAY?

 

The ten foot fiberglass ladder is tall enough so that the men would be standing over the wooden tables suspended over the ring. The bridge formed between both opened ladders is now directly underneath the hole that the Ultraviolent Title is being suspended over. Stone nods in satisfaction of his contraption before bringing his attention back towards the Sandtown Kid. White Rey steps away as Lucas Silva is finally using the corner of the ring to get back up to his feet. Despite a bump that probably should have killed him, the up-and-coming rookie had a never-say-die attitude that was reflective of the tough neighborhood that he hailed from in West Baltimore. Stone closes the distance with Lucas just as Silva is back on his feet in the corner of the ring. Opening with an assault of punches, Silva manages to parry a punch and then fires off with his own Right Hook that catches Stone directly against his own jaw. Stone stumbles backwards towards the middle of the ring and the ladder bridge as Lucas advances out of the corner of the ring. Firing off two more right hooks that land on the face and jawline of Stone, Matt staggers in the middle of the ring next to the wooden ladder that forms the bridge. Numerous cheers from the fans spurn the Sandtown kid on as Lucas grabs hold of Stone and pivots around to slam Matt down onto the wooden bridge with a Spinebuster. Lucas pops out of the move and spins around to play to the fans cheering his name while Stone writhes in agony.

 

Terra Skye: Look at Sandtown Kid go!

 

Johnny Vegas: BLEH!

 

Terra Skye: -an absolutely BEAUTIFUL spinebuster from Lucas Silva there, onto that wooden ladder!

 

Johnny Vegas: Shut up!

 

Terra Skye: You know what, Ray?

 

Ray Payne: Wut, Mizz Terra?

 

Terra Skye: That spinebuster looked SOOOO GOOD, that perhaps we should name it and call it an S.T.K. signature maneuver! What do you think?!

 

Ray Payne: Dat sounds goods, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: OH MY GOD. SHUT. UP!

 

Terra Skye: Hmm. I think we're going to call that "The Baltimore Skyline"! A Beautiful Baltimore Skyline by the challenger on the champion! A few more of those and we won't be calling him the challenger any longer! Teehee!

 

Lucas once more looks up to the gold hanging above the two men and knows that he needs to take advantage of this opening. He is feeling the pain from that punishing impact into the corner of the ring but he refuses to give up on all the fans cheering his name and spurring him on. Stepping away from Stone who has just managed to roll off the ladder and onto the canvas, Lucas comes to the ten foot fiberglass ladder whose top rung is parallel to the tabletops of the wooden tables suspended from the ceiling. Silva once more takes hold of the ladder and begins climbing up the rungs. Meanwhile Stone is holding his lower back in pain as he pushes against the matting of the squared circle to get back up to his feet. Tasting gold in his mouth, Lucas pays no attention to Matt as he only has the Ultraviolent Title on his eyes. Lucas is quickly approaching the top of the ladder and needs only to stand at the top rung and reach out towards the gold. Matt Stone is seen coming out of the blue suddenly as he quickly climbs up towards the eight foot ladder at the opposite end of the bridge. Coming towards the top rung, Stone explodes with pure adrenaline as he leaps off the eight foot ladder and grabs hold of Silva. Both men come flying and crash back down into the ring dangerously close towards the southern ring ropes. The ladder bridge collapses onto both men as White Rey is barely able to escape the frey.

 

Johnny Vegas: OH MY GOD!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!

 

Ray Payne: Pancakes, yo.

 

THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!*

 

THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!*

 

Terra Skye: Matt Stone just SPEARED STK out of the damn air!

 

Johnny Vegas: You're damn right he did! Stone's willing to do whatever it takes to keep that title belt exactly where it belongs!

 

Ray Payne: I don'tz wantz ta sees a deaf, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Get over it, ya baby! This is Philadelphia! The city of mutual hatred!

 

Lucas Silva and Matt Stone are both spent having endured spots and moves that would have caused most Referees to end the match. Yet, the Legion wants to see a winner, and White Rey isn’t the type of man to stop one of these men from tasting gold. Stone manages to sit back up while tossing aside the wooden eight foot ladder and six foot ladder that formed two-thirds of the bridge. The fiberglass ladder is still open but now sitting on its side. Lucas is starting to show signs of life as Stone turns his attention once more to his opponent with murderous intent in his eyes. Coming towards Lucas, Stone leans down and grabs hold of Silva by the scruff of his hair. Hoisting Lucas back up and onto his feet, Stone turns so that the two men are standing inside the opening of the ten foot ladder on its side. Silva suddenly senses danger as he snaps out of it. Lucas smashes his forehead into Stone’s and causes Matt to stagger backwards. As he steps back and then back towards Silva, Lucas grabs hold of Matt and turns to smash him onto the open side of the ten foot ladder with a Belly to Back Suplex. The cross-support pieces crumble under the weight of Stone while effectively taking the tallest ladder in the ring out of the game. Silva manages to step out of the mess of flesh and aluminum while looking once more up to the wooden tables and Ultraviolent Title suspended from the ceiling.

 

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

 

Terra Skye: I had never seen this side of STK before! Silva just literally grabbed Matt Stone's body and drove him through that side of the ladder!

 

Johnny Vegas: This isn't the work of no kid from Baltimore! He's forty-nine and he's in the prime of his career! He clearly baited Matt Stone into this match so that he could dupe him and STEAL the UltraViolent Championship - just like he steals everything else on the streets of Baltimore!

 

Terra Skye: OH WOULD YOU PLEASE-

 

Ray Payne: Diz match iz in tents, yo!

 

Terra Skye: No, Ray, it's in the 2300 Arena...

 

Matt Stone is crumbled up between the two sides of the fiberglass ladder. Silva grabs hold of the eight foot ladder remaining in the ring knowing that it is barely tall enough for either man to use to grab hold of the gold suspended over the two of them. Stepping away from the impact zone, Silva manages to erect the wooden ladder once more. It seems that the eight footer has survived the madness of the match better than the fiberglass ladder. Lucas glances over to Stone who is beginning to try and move out of the broken aluminum and fiberglass around his body. Lucas is caught between putting the man down for good or trying to get up the ladder and desperately risk hurting himself to get his hands on the Ultraviolent Title. As the fans are still on their feet and begging for more, Lucas grabs hold of the wooden six foot ladder that also seemed to survive the impact of both men falling from the bridge of ladders. Silva turns to face the wooden ladder he has already erected – carefully sliding the top rung of the six foot ladder into one of the rungs of the eight foot ladder. Creating a dangerously painful angle with the six foot ladder over the middle of the ring and underneath the gold, Silva turns his attention back to Stone. Matt has now taken hold of the middle ropes facing the newly erected ladder device. Looking to the wooden tables above the two of them, Stone hoists himself back up to his feet as Lucas comes over towards him. Pushing into the ropes, Stone launches forward and launches into a set of punches and kicks. The two men begin to once more trade blows with one another as Stone pushes the relenting Silva back towards the middle of the ring and both ladders he had just setup.

 

Johnny Vegas: Come on Stone! You can do this! Fight back! FIGHT BACK!

 

Terra Skye: We're going to be lucky if both of these men walk out of this match here this evening- the X shaped scaffold hasn't even come into play yet and nearly both of them are out on their feet!

 

Ray Payne: I don't tink dat dem tablez is as sturdys as dey looks, yo.

 

As Lucas is pushed back towards the middle of the rings adjacent to both ladders, Stone suddenly closes the distance and grapples up with Silva. Pivoting with his hips, Stone snaps Silva over with a German Suplex that plants Lucas down onto the wooden six foot ladder. The sound of wood snapping and breaking follows but the ladders remains secured within the taller eight foot ladder as Lucas rolls away onto the canvas bellowing in pain and agony.

 

OHHHHH!!!

 

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

 

Johnny Vegas: WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!

 

Terra Skye: He killed him!

 

Stone turns away from his opponent and looks up to the Ultraviolent Title that is surrounded by wooden tables. Looking towards the eight foot ladder, Stone decides that it is time for him to take his shot at getting his hands around the title that is rightfully his in his own mind. Taking to the side of the ladder that faces the Ultraviolent Title, Stone once more mounts the device with his brazen confidence as he plays to the crowd thinking the broken Silva has nothing left in his tank. Matt comes to the middle of the ladder and looks to the top as Lucas is seemingly showing signs of life despite all odds. He literally seems to be feeding on the energy from the fans in attendance as the Sandtown kid has seemingly taken up the mantle of Underdog in this match. As Stone is getting perilously close to the top of the ladder and within reaching distance of the Ultraviolent Title, Lucas Silva now springs to his feet like a demon possessed.

 

Terra Skye: Silva!! SILVA!!!

 

Ray Payne: I can'tz believez he's back up, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: WATCH OUT STONE!!!

 

As Matt Stone comes to the top of the eight foot ladder he has taken all of his attention away from his opponent. With the Ultraviolent Title mere inches from his fingertips the man has no notice of Lucas Silva. Stone finds himself just inches shy, but with no more rungs to climb. With no other choice, he slides himself up onto one of the suspended tables, one of the ones forming the x that are only held above the ring by cables that come down from the ceiling. The moment that Stone's body weight reaches the table, The ladders beneath him once more topples over to the opposite side away from the two men, landing on top of the ring ropes. Stone realizes that there's no real chance that Silva has to catch up to him now as all he needs to do is stand himself up and reach out for the belt. Stone looks down through the hole at the center of the ring to see Silva back to his feet, so he decides to hurry - reaching quickly for one of the cables holding his table up in order to use it to pull himself to his feet.

 

Johnny Vegas: This is all but over now! Long live Matt Stone!

 

Terra Skye: Be quiet - I'm trying to watch-

 

STK is back up and he's shaking off the cobwebs, but before he can it's already too late. He sees Stone standing on one of the 'X' tables, though it's awfully wobbly. Stone's taking shuffle steps towards the center where his belt is hanging. Out of desperation, STK grabs one of the wooden ladders. He tries to set it up quickly but it's too short and too difficult to scale with Stone moving around up there anyway. The Carnage Legion is watching as Stone waves goodbye to Silva and reaches out for his championship belt. In a last ditch effort, STK pulls the ladder up and swings it upward at the table!! THE BACK SUPPORT CABLES FROM THE TABLE SLIDE OFF - MATT STONE FALLS BACKWARD AND STRAIGHT DOWN LIKE A POWERBOMB FROM THE TABLE!!! THE TABLE SWINGS FORWARD ON ITS FRONT SUPPORT CABLES AND DRILLS SANDTOWN KID IN THE FACE AT THE SAME TIME!!!

 

OHHHHHHHH!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: MY GOD NO!

 

Terra Skye: OHHHH!!!

 

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

 

Terra Skye: JESUS CHRIST - HE KILLED HIM!! SANDTOWN KID JUST KILLED MATT STONE!!!

 

Ray Payne: Oh my gods, yo...

 

Stone is laying prone on the mat and isn't moving. STK is lying prone on the other side of the mat and isn't moving as well. Three tables still fully suspended, the fourth hanging down the middle of the ring.

 

Ray Payne: We needz ta sees an instant re-paynez of dat, yo...

 

Johnny Vegas: NO - WE DON'T!!!

 

Terra Skye: I have no idea how that happened!!!

 

Upon replay, it appears as if STK's desperation swing with the ladder caught the cable on the back end of the table that Stone was standing on, just as he was reaching out for the UltraViolent Championship belt. Somehow, the steel cable catches a lip of the wooden ladder and gets pushed out from underneath of the table it was holding up. With the back half of the table giving way, Stone's gravity immediately takes hold and he goes falling backward on a trajectory that is mostly straight downward. Reaching for the title belt may have been the only thing that saved him from severe injury as it appears he landed perfectly flat on his back, narrowly missing pieces of broken ladder on the mat below.

 

On STK's end, The wooden ladder pushes the cable away at a point where his arms are fully extended. STK doesn't seem to be expecting the table to come swinging down at him, but Stone's downward momentum seems to have thrust the table forward at the speed of a fastball. The table barrels up and smashes straight through STK's face as it knocks him out on his way down to the mat. STK flies back about five feet. Somehow, the unaffected cable is still holding the table vertically above the center of the ring. But with both men down there are now only three tables left for them to climb up on to retrieve the UltraViolent Championship.

 

Terra Skye: Even watching the replays - this crowd here in South Philadelphia is on their feet! Neither of our two competitors have moved!

 

Johnny Vegas: Stupid Referee White Rey has just allowed and sanctioned the MURDER of Matt Stone!

 

Ray Payne: Dey'z hadz a gudz match yo-

 

Sandtown Kid begins to stir as White Rey checks on him.

 

Terra Skye: Hey look!

 

Johnny Vegas: Look at Stone!

 

Kid is using White Rey's pants leg to pull himself back up to his kness. White Rey is trying to pull away, but Lucas Silva manages to pull his feet underneath of himself to try to find a vertical base. Silva moves towards the lone remaining wood ladder, but as he does, he steps over a groggy Matt Stone who is barely sitting up and reaching out for STK's ankle. Stone refusing to say die! The Legion here in the 2300 Arena are absolutely stunned as Silva stumbles back towards the center of the ring with the short wooden ladder in tow as he places it against the center of the three remaining ladders. Stone rolls himself over onto his stomach and grunts loudly as he pushes himself up slowly, his arms shaking the entire time. Silva's legs shake as he pushes himself up the first two rungs of the wooden ladder carefully - his shaking making the table shake above him, further slowing the process. Stone back up to one knee, he reaches up to the swinging table that he had just fallen from; Stone pulls the table backward and thrusts it forward so that it slams into Lucas Silva's exposed back!!!

 

Terra Skye: I can't believe he's up! Matt Stone is up and using the swinging table as a weapon!

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt Stone doesn't use weapons! He seizes opportunities!

 

STK has a crazed look in his eyes as he fights through the pain, pushing himself farther up the ladder! Stone abandons using the swinging table after three solid shots come up unsuccessful at deterring the challenger! STK reaches the top of the ladder and Stone quickly gives chase. Stone reaches up for STK's ankle but misses it the moment that STK reaches the table opposite of the one Stone fell from earlier. Sandtown Kid crawls along to the center of the table on all fours, looking for one of the cables to help pull himself upright. Stone, like a man possessed, hurries himself up the ladder and places his hands on the edge of the table. STK pulls himself up to a vertical base. Stone begins to shake the table! But he's shaking the ladder he's standing on as well! STK steps forward and grabs Stone by his head and pulls him up onto the table!

 

Johnny Vegas: Oh my god, don't do it!

 

Terra Skye: I can't watch!

 

Ray Payne: Me neederz, yo!

 

The Carnage Legion here in South Philadelphia is absolutely rioting at this point. STK peers out among the crowd as he gestures that this may be the end of Matt Stone for good. Stone wiggles and tries to fight with whatever energy he has left, but Silva has a solid grasp on his head at this point. STONE POPS UP AND THROWS A LEFT FIST AT SILVA!! SILVA DUCKS UNDER AND HOISTS UP STONE FOR THE SAFE HAVEN DROP!!! MATT STONE KICKS HIS LEGS, THE TABLE SWAYS!!! STONE RAKES THE EYES OF SILVA!!! STONE SLIDES DOWN OFF OF SILVA'S SHOULDERS BEHIND HIM!!! BUT STONE NEARLY FALLS OFF OF THE BACK EDGE OF THE TABLE!!!

 

Terra Skye: Oooooohhh!!! Be careful!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: They're not going to BE careful!!!

 

Stone somehow manages to grab onto the back cables at the last second, keeping himself from falling! Silva turns towards Stone for another attack, Stone leaps, grabbing STK by the head and pulling him down - C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER ON THE TABLE!!!! NO!!! SILVA GRABS THE CABLES AT THE LAST MOMENT!! STONE HITS THE TABLE AND IT'S A MIRACLE IT DOESN'T BREAK!!! THE FORCE SENDS THE TABLE SWAYING - SILVA LOSES HIS BALANCE!!! HE'S STAGGERING BACKWARDS TOWARDS THE HOLE IN THE CENTER OF THE TABLES!!! STONE PULLS HIMSELF UP WITH AIDE FROM THE CABLES AND LEAPS OVER SILVA TO REACH OUT FOR THE ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! STONE GETS HIS HANDS ON THE BELT - BUT SILVA CATCHES HIM!!!

 

Terra Skye: I can't!! I can't!! I can't!!

 

Ray Payne: Dey'z both gunna diez, yo!

 

MATT STONE HAS BOTH HANDS ON THE TITLE BELT!!! SILVA HAS STONE IN THE SAFE HAVEN DROP POSITION!!! STONE PULLS AWAY A FREE ARM TO ELBOW SILVA IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!! AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!! SILVA'S LEGS GROW WEAK!!!! SILVA NEARLY FALLS AS HE REACHES OUT AND GRIPS THE BELT WITH HIS FREE HAND AS WELL!!! THE TABLE'S SUPPORT CABLE BREAKS AWAY!!! MATT STONE AND LUCAS SILVA HANG TWELVE FEET ABOVE THE RING BOTH HOLDING ONTO THE ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: A second table broke away! The second fucking table broke away from the ceiling!

 

Terra Skye: Now these two competitors are literally HANGING by the UltraViolent Championship belt!! Who's it gonna be!!!

 

STONE HEADBUTTS SILVA!!! SILVA HEADBUTTS STONE!!! STONE HEADBUTTS SILVA!!! SILVA HEADBUTTS STONE!!! BOTH MEN HAVE ONLY FINGERTIPS ON THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!! STONE TAKES AN ARM AND GRABS SILVA BY THE HAIR, PULLING HIS KNEE UP TO SILVA'S FACE!!! THE TITLE BELT BREAKS AWAY FROM THE HOOK - THE TWO MEN FALL STRAIGHT DOWN AS MATT STONE COMBOBREAKERS SILVA!!!

 

THE IMPACT OF THE SUPER COMBOBREAKER SNAPS SILVA BACK AWAY FROM STONE - BUT SILVAS GRIP ON THE BELT STAYS STRONG! THE FORCE OF THE COMBOBREAKER SENDS SILVA FLYING BACKWARDS WITH THE ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPIONSHIP STILL IN HIS HANDS!!! THE 2300 ARENA STARTS SCREAMING!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! HE DID IT!!! HE DID IT!!!

 

Matt Wylde: The winner of the match, and NNNEEEWWWW CARNAGE WRESTLING ULTRAVIOLENT CHAMPION, THE SANDTOWN KID - LLLUUUCCCAAAASSSSS SSSSSIIIIILLLLLVVVVVVAAAAAA!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: NOOOOO!!!

 

Terra Skye: The crowd is ERUPTING!!

 

Matt Stone lands flat on his back for the second fall of the evening, but even he is aware of what has happened. Stone has both of his fists clutched tightly to his face as he begins pounding the mat at his sides. On the other side of the ring, amidst all of the Carnage, Sandtown Kid lies prone and out cold from that vicious super combobreaker, but with the UltraViolent Championship title belt still clenched in his fists and draped across his chest. Senior Referee White Rey as well as a horde of EMTs who had just come rushing in from the back all flood the ring at the same time and immediately go to work on the Sandtown Kid, who has not moved or has shown any measure of responsiveness since landing face first on Matt Stone's knee.

 

Terra Skye: We have a new UltraViolent Champion!! We have a new-

 

Johnny Vegas: Would you PLEASE SHUT UP!?!?

 

Terra Skye: That entire match was INCREDIBLE!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: MADSKROWN SKID CHEATED!!! THAT PIECE OF SHIT SON OF A BITCH CHEATED!!!

 

Ray Payne: JOHNNY!!

 

Matt Stone is fighting off every EMT that wants to check him, and is working his way back up to a vertical base through sheer power of adrenaline alone. His knee is very obviously bothering him; but what's bothering him worse is that his ultimate plan backfired in the worst way possible. Stone is screaming at White Rey, whom he confronts first, saying that he had the championship in his hands and was the first to touch the ground. White Rey shakes his head. Stone DRILLS WHITE REY WITH A COMBOBREAKER!!! STONE IS LIVID!!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD!!!

 

DING DING DING DING DING!!!

 

Stone pulls himself back up and begins attacking the swarms of EMTs one at a time! Punching them! Kicking them! Tossing them over the top rope and out of the ring!!!

 

DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: STOP THIS!! YOU LOST!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: DON'T LISTEN TO HER!!!

 

Terra Skye: STOP THIS NOW!!!

 

Stone isn't done as he grabs Sandtown Kid by his hair and pulls him back to his feet. Sandtown Kid can barely stand on his own at this point, still seeming to be mostly out of it. Stone slaps Sandtown Kid in the face as hard as he can before thrusting his knee upward and drilling him AGAIN with a C-C-COMBOBREAKER in the center of the ring!!!!

 

DING DING DING DING DING!!!

 

Stone stands back up and now security are rushing the ring! The Carnage Legion is booing the hell out of Matt Stone, tossing trash into the ring! Stone looks out among the crowd - his veins popping out of the sides of his neck and forehead - and he looks completely incensed. Stone holds off the security guards long enough to grab Lucas Silva by his hair once again! Stone tries to drag his limp body back up to his feet, but Security manages to rush themselves underneath the bottom rope to tackle Matt Stone before he can deliver a third Combobreaker. Finally, six men pull Stone back up to his feet so that he can really soak in the absolute hatred that the Carnage Legion is throwing his way at this point.

 

Terra Skye: The Former UV Champion Matt Stone has absolutely LOST IT! GET HIM OUTTA HERE!

 

Johnny Vegas: This is an OUTRAGE!

 

Terra Skye: Bull-fucking-shit!

 

Ray Payne: Guyz...

 

Johnny Vegas: Matt Stone had that match won! It's a stupid match anyway! I hope Scramround loves what happened to him 'cuz that's all he's gunna get from now on!

 

Ray Payne: GUYZ...

 

Terra Skye: Sandtown Kid did his best to hold onto that championship belt and THAT is why he won this match tonight, Johnny!

 

Johnny Vegas: MATT STONE IS A BETTER WRESTLER. PERIOD!!!

 

Ray Payne: Uhm, I guezzes wez just goz to'z commercials, yo...

 

Terra Skye: WELL HE DIDN'T BEAT SILVA TONIGHT, HUH?!?

 

Johnny Vegas: SCREW YOU!!!

 

 

 

Backstage: The first, (hopefully) not the last
We cut backstage to the Carnage World Champion, Melody Lennox, stretching. She has her title perched on a crate in her line of sight, her blue eyes hopeful and optimistic, locked on the title. Uncrossing her arms and giving them a swing to loosen them up, she lowered her gaze long enough to collect her thoughts in silent contemplation and quick prayer. Lifting her head, the California-born blonde grabbed her title and placed it around her waist, cupping her hands together.

 

Melody Lennox

 

Terra Skye: There is not a longer walk that Melody Lennox will ever take than a walk down the aisle to her first championship title defense! The deck's pretty stacked.

 

Johnny Vegas: She should just be thankful that she'll never have to do it again.

 

Ray Payne: Whyz? Cause this is ha firzts title defensez, yo?

 

Terra Skye: No, Ray. Because he's a fucking asshole, that's why. Mighty Mellie is going to do what she does. She's going to make believers out of everyone who says she can't do something.

 

Melody reached the stairs that led to 'gorilla position.' Eyeing her title and giving the plate a gentle pat, she crossed her fingers behind her back for luck as she awaits her music to play.

 

 

 

Upcoming: WE ARE RELENTLESS

 

 

 

 

Main Event: Sabiru Vs. Melody Lennox

Terra Skye: Taking a quick peek at our next pay per view, We Are Relentless, as well as taking an intimate look at our Carnage Champions preparations for her first title defense.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's a big night for Lennox, no doubt.

 

Ray Payne: Mightie Mellie tah da rescuez!

 

Johnny Vegas: She's got a hell of an opponent in Sabiru.

 

Terra Skye: You aren't kidding.

 

Matt Wylde: This next match is an ASCENSION CAGE MATCH, and it is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is for the CARNAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! The first competitor to ASCEND the steel cage, and touch the ground outside the cage will win!

 

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

 

Sabiru

 

Matt Wylde: First to the ring is the challenger - hailing from Tombstone, Arizona and weighing one hundred and ninety seven pounds, He is SABIRUUU!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: The man who doesn't even want the belt.

 

Terra Skye: It's a pity really. Think about it, there are so many more people who want this shot, maybe even some who might feel they deserve it more than this man, but here he is.

 

Ray Payne: Jus wuntin tah hurts da peoples, yo.

 

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 steel cage without theatrics and offers his hand to Senior Referee White Rey, who shakes it. Sabiru then heads into the corner where he awaits his opponent, and the bell.

 

Terra Skye: I know I say this like everytime I see this man in the ring, but he's just so calm when he's waiting, and he's so calm when he's beating the life out of people.. it's eerie. It really is.

 

Johnny Vegas: Couldn't really agree with you more, and here he is with the possibility to be the face of this company. Something that he's been openly admitting that he doesn't want to be.

 

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 and the carnage championship over her right shoulder. 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, as she re-positions the belt along the way to do so.

 

Terra Skye: Here she comes!

 

Melody Lennox

 

Matt Wylde: Making her way to the ring, from Huntington Beach, California - weighing in at 100 pounds... She's the CARNAGE CHAMPION..... MELODY LENNNNNNNOOOOOOX!

 

Johnny Vegas: You know, I might not be admitting this if I wasn't drinking like a fish all night long, but She's not all that bad. Really.

 

Terra Skye: Whoa, really?

 

Ray Payne: Dat cannots be Johnnie talkinz, yo. He nevah sayz stuffs like dat, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: It's like you two don't even listen to me.

 

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 cage, undoing the furl in her arms and ascending the turnbuckles on the inside of the ring. Posing on the post, she then lifts the carnage championship high into the air, much to the pleasure of the crowd. She then takes 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, and she glances over at her opponent.

 

Senior Referee White Rey steps in between the competitors and explains the rules of the match. No pinfalls, no submissions, they can only win by climbing the cage and touching ground on the outside of the cage before their opponent. Once he's satisfied that both competitors know the rules, he takes the Carnage Championship from Lennox and takes it out of the ring with him, closing and locking the cage behind him.

 

Terra Skye: And there you have it, they are officially locked in the cage. No way to go but up.

 

Ray Payne: Dats a long way up yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: You've been saying that like all night damnit. Stop it!

 

White Rey motions to Boy for the bell!

 

Boy: CLOUDS.. CLOUDS.

 

 


Carnage Wrestling Championship

 

Ascension Cage Match
(No Time Limit, First competitor to climb the cage and touch the ground outside, wins.)

 

 

 

DING DING!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Clouds? Really Boy?

 

The match starts out with Melody Lennox and Sabiru eyeing up the steel cage that pens them in, fifteen feet high in the air with the only escape being over the top. Sabiru realizes his opponent is a little bit more concerned with the surroundings than him, giving him the idea to run at Melody at full-speed with his right arm cocked back behind his head. Lennox isn't as lost as everyone believes and she makes sure Sabiru finds it out with a huge front kick to the face that snaps his skull backwards, causing Sabiru to stumble backwards from his opponent. There's no time for Melody to think about what she wants to do next which is why she projects herself forward in a cartwheel motion, landing on her feet to handspring backwards and nail her opponent with a huge elbow across the face that surprises him upon impact.

 

Terra Skye: Melody coming on strong here in the beginning of this one.

 

Ray Payne: She gotz a lots on da lines, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: Little firecracker has a lot of spunk. Gotta give her credit.

 

The fans are more than thrilled to see this type of attack out of the Carnage Champion to start the match as she makes her way in to mount Sabiru, letting all her frustrations with him flow out through her arms as she batters away at his head; which the challenger soon covers up to protect himself. Melody doesn't stop her attacks as she gets all of her energy and anger out through this cathartic response, which only stops when Sabiru reaches up with both hands to grab Lennox around the head and spin her over onto her back. That gives Sabiru the chance to pick himself up off his back to start getting back to his feet, but it's not long before Melody has swarmed him again as she peppers in a series of swift kick up into his abdomen to leave her opponent very little inside of the ring to move around with.

 

Terra Skye: Melody Lennox is going off on Sabiru! She's got a lot of pent up frustrations to let out, and Sabiru is the unfortunate recipient... Wait scratch that. He's not exactly unfortunate.

 

Johnny Vegas: She'd better watch out though, she can't let what's going on with The Kill Machine get into her mind and cloud what she's doing in this match.

 

Boy: CLO--

 

Johnny Vegas: CLOUDS, we get it!

 

Sabiru is stuck against the ropes which lean him backwards against the chain link steel cage behind him as he's met with two more kicks from Melody as she stands out in front of him. She takes a second to herself and that gives Sabiru the lone chance he was hoping for, digging down deep to unleash a right elbow straight between her eyes that stops Lennox from re-assuming her last position in front of her opponent. Sabiru turns his back to his opponent in order to grab onto the cage, lifting himself up to a stance on the middle ring cable as if he's going to start climbing upwards to escape which shocks the crowd; only for them to come down to earth again as Sabiru does himself, spinning around to level Melody Lennox with a flying forearm off the ropes from his right arm.

 

Ray Payne: Ouchies, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: Told you. Sabiru, that unemotional bastard, he's not going to let her get out of this without wounds.

 

Terra Skye: It's true. He has already said that he wants to hurt her. And I'm certain he's going to do just that before tonight is out.

 

The Challenger drops down to his knees after connecting with the shot that brings his opponent down to her back, allowing Sabiru the ability to jump himself over the top of Melody's body to start rearing down massive right hands into her face; making sure to repeat them to the same spot he has pinpointed just above her right eyebrow. When he's satisfied Sabiru attaches his left arm around her head and neck to lead Melody up to her wobbily legs, pulling her around into a full-on front face lock that he turns right into a vicious DDT as he willingly collapses down to his back with authority to spike Lennox's head into the canvas at a high rate of speed.

 

Terra Skye: Damn! He's a vicious one. Trying to give her a concussion right off the bat.

 

Ray Payne: I knowz whut dey iz likes, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: We know, Ray. We ALL know. You are the fucking poster child for concussion awareness.

 

Boy: PUFFY THINGS WHITE OF THE SKY.

 

Terra Skye: Apparently Boy is our poster child for.... clouds.

 

Sabiru isn't messing around one bit as he sends his two hands down to grab Lennox by her hair, yanking her up to her knees and then up to a standing position on her feet where he alters his grasp. He does so in order to cup his right hand around the back of Melody's neck, then he bursts forward towards the furthest side of the ring so he can launch his opponent face-first into the panel of the steel cage which Melody Lennox bounces off of before crashing down to her back with both hands covering up her damaged head. The fans are booing loudly, looking at Sabiru as he punt kicks Melody upon the side of the head hard enough to register within her pain receptors as Lennox flips over onto her hands and knees; her hair leaving behind the stain of blood on the mat, which shows she has been busted open.

 

Ray Payne: OH nose! Melody is breedin yo!

 

Terra Skye: WHAT?!?!

 

Johnny Vegas: I think he meant "bleeding", Terra... Wow.

 

That acknowledgment is seen inside of the ring as Sabiru wanders in to the head of his opponent and grabs Melody's hair back behind her head to expose the wound that has opened up from the bridge of her nose up along the curve of her left eyebrow. Once again, as soon as Sabiru has his opponent up to her feet he sets his sights on the side of chain link paneling as far away from where they currently stand so he can shimmy off to square up with it before charging forward with Lennox in tow. Once again Sabiru launches his opponent into the cage panel which has a bit of give in it, but it's still steel that the Carnage Champion is coming up against as she flops down to the mat on her back with her hands again covering up her face in a failed attempt to deal with the pain. Instead of going for it a third time Sabiru comes in and targets the forehead of his opponent with a series of three stomps to the fragile skin, tearing open the cut worse than it already was before he drops to his knees at her right side. From there Sabiru wails away with right hands to her face, going at her until she no longer fights back and his right arm is covered in her blood which he seems to be very proud of as he stands himself back to his feet.

 

Terra Skye: Melody Lennox is losing a LOT of blood out there!

 

Ray Payne: It's ah mess in'dere!

 

Again the fans are quick too shout down Sabiru as he wipes the blood off on his leg, never once looking at the steel cage as anything more than a weapon; not even considering the idea of ascending it as he approaches Melody. He's concerned with grabbing her by the hair, yet again, and hoisting Lennox all the way upwards back to her feet as fast as possible. Sabiru doesn't do anything to her along the way as he places Lennox on her feet in front of him but he's taken too long as Melody Lennox is tired of this and slaps away both of her opponent's arms; making way for a surging right elbow strike against the left side of her opponent's face. That's not good enough to back Sabiru off so Melody connects with not just another single elbow but another three, totalling four shots as the Challenger is backed out in the direction of the middle of the ring in a daze. Lennox knows she won't be able to hit the ring ropes hard without taking the cage to the back so she simply leans against them, using the give to project herself forward as she leaves her feet to take Sabiru off his feet with a flying crossbody block. Once she lands on top of his body she rolls away in order to pop back up to her feet, her back to her opponent which gives Melody the ability to pitch herself off the balls of her boots to soar through the air for a beautiful standing moonsault; landing flush over Sabiru's abdomen with all of her weight which gives her an easy pass right back up to her feet.

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't look now, but Melody Lennox is making a break for it!

 

Terra Skye: That's the only way she's going to prove she's better than Sabiru; to escape!

 

Ray Payne: Dats dah onlie wayz, yo. Tah Escapes.

 

Johnny Vegas: Got it. Thanks Brainiac.

 

The commentators are right as Melody turns herself around, heading to the nearest side of the ring to grab onto the chain link fencing of the steel cage while her feet navigate the ropes to begin climbing out from inside of the ring. The fans are loud in support of Melody as she works hand over fist to make progress up the fifteen foot steel cage panel, never once looking back down inside of the ring which is why she never realizes her opponent is coming her way until it's way too late for her to do anything about it. Sabiru grabs Lennox by her two feet and pulls her straight off the cage, bringing her down to the canvas as she lands on her back directly in front of her opponent. Not even a second later Sabiru is in the air and laid out to connect with a flying senton splash that brings his back down upon Melody's body, making her pay for even thinking about trying to escape the ring like that. In the seconds following that Sabiru doesn't just get himself to a standing position, he also moves himself off to the corner of the ring he started the contest in to put his back against the padded turnbuckles to set his sights on Melody. He watches her struggle to get up off her rear end to get to a kneeling position, but even as she achieves that she knows she has to do more now that her opponent is dashing straight on in at her. The only thing she can do as she gets up to her feet is to lay out, bringing her feet forward to the left knee of Sabiru which sends him flipping over onto his back as a result of that dropkick that also saved Lennox's self.

 

Ray Payne: BOOTYFUL! I's likez that countah, yo!

 

Terra Skye: Melody Lennox has a chance to get herself back into this one...

 

Johnny Vegas: And it's up to her to develop that chance into something more; because you know Sabiru isn't going to just roll over and play dead.

 

Terra Skye: As much as I hate to say it, I agree with you there.

 

Johnny Vegas: You should agree with me more; it feels nice being right once in a while, right?

 

Terra Skye: Ugh, I knew I never should have given you any credit!

 

Melody rolls herself away from her opponent, pushing herself up to her hands and knees as she does with her head turned off in the direction of her downed opponent. She realizes that she hasn't bought herself as much time as she would have hoped which is why Melody Lennox works her body up to a standing position, and pronto at that, so she can be there as Sabiru joins her in that positioning just a moment later. She jumps the gun and comes in with a huge kick to the stomach that catches Sabiru by surprise, allowing Lennox to snap her left arm around his neck in a side headlock before jerking him forward into the running sprint she attains for herself. Melody's running bulldog is thwarted when Sabiru puts all of his might into both of his arms to push Lennox upon her back before she has a chance to sit out, sending her darting straight on towards the steel cage paneling in front of her. Luckily there's enough time for Lennox to get her right foot up onto the middle ring rope which presses up against the cage, stopping Melody from running face-first into it as the blood has begun to dry up with her wound scabbing along her face. She turns around to find her opponent in a blur that is coming in her direction way faster than she was expecting, but when Sabiru pulls his right arm back Lennox acts on instincts alone as she bends her body over; completing a back body drop that sends Sabiru flipping up against the steel cage, hitting it upside down and then collapsing head-first down to the mat between the ropes and the cage itself.

 

Johnny Vegas: OH HELL! Sabiru just got dumped with that illegal maneuver by Melody Lennox!

 

Ray Payne: What'chu gatting at? Huh!?

 

Terra Skye: Yeah, Johnny! There was no illegal move there... you're just dreaming excuses up!

 

Johnny Vegas: No way, look it up... back body drops are illegal in certain states. I'm not making this up.

 

Ray Payne: Uh huh... and I'm running fur prezidentz, yo.

 

Boy: PLATE.

 

After taking that nasty fall Sabiru slowly lays pressed up against the cage as he looks inside of the ring, seeing Melody Lennox climbing her way up the side of the cage to his left at a very rapid pace. That motivates Sabiru to start pushing himself up to his feet, staying between the ropes and the cage as he uses the cables to hoist himself up to a standing position upon the bottom rope; allowing Sabiru the chance to press onwards and upwards until he's stood on the top rope facing towards the side of the chain link pannel that Lennox is climbing up. Showing off his balance Sabiru runs along the tightrope and leaps from it as he reaches the corner to grab onto Melody from behind, falling backwards to bring her down to the mat with an insane german suplex that does a lot of damage to Melody and even Sabiru upon the landing as the fans yell out in shock at what just happened.

 

Johnny Vegas: SABIRU IS A CRAZY MAN!

 

Terra Skye: That was a HUGE german suplex!

 

Ray Payne: I's hopez Miss Mellie is alrighties, yo!

 

The fans don't know what to make of this at the moment, watching Lennox struggle to get herself up off of her back while Sabiru resides on all fours as a means to let his back recover from the fall he willingly took. He crawls off towards the nearest side of the ring so he can grab onto the ring ropes, using them to pull himself up to his feet and that's when he first takes note of his opponent's downed position. Sabiru turns to the cage panel in front of him and looks as if he's going to begin to climb his way up the fencing, but Sabiru stops himself. He turns his attention back towards the downed Champion.

 

Terra Skye: I-I don't understand what's going on here. Right now would be a perfect moment for Sabiru to try to escape...

 

Johnny Vegas: I wouldn't be too sure of that, Terra! Sabiru doesn't want to escape! He wants to punish Melody Lennox!

 

Sabiru grabs Melody Lennox by her hair and yanks her back up to her feet. He scoops her up and drills her in the center of the mat with a sitout version of a michinoku driver. Lennox now out, Sabiru quickly makes his way towards the turnbuckles, climbing them with ease as he is able to use the chainlink sides of the cage as handholds. Even though his body is in quite bad shape, Sabiru eyes up his opponent in the center of the ring, looking for a big move in an attempt to hurt her. After a moment of careful consideration, he decides to turn his back once more to scale the cage corner so that he can be even higher. Sabiru is able to make it to the top of the cage and turns his back to the fans so he can look down at Melody Lennox who is just now beginning to stir as she lays on her back.

 

Terra Skye: Sabiru could climb down the cage right now and be Carnage Champion! But he won't do it! Sabiru doesn't care about championships!! Sabiru is a madman!

 

Johnny Vegas: Melody Lennox is going to be destroyed here tonight! She needs to learn that when she carries the big gold that these are the types of people that you come across!

 

Ray Payne: OH NOOOO!

 

Sabiru jumps off the top, extending his arms and legs away from the core of his body to go for a simple splash off the fifteen foot high cage. At the very last second Melody rolls herself as fast as she can in the direction of the cage panel he just jumped from, pulling herself out of his landing point; coming up empty as his body bounces off the abrupt landing on the canvas to flip over onto his back.

 

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

 

Terra Skye: SABIRU JUST LEPT OFF OF THE FIFTEEN FOOT HIGH STEEL CAGE - AND CAME UP ABSOLUTELY EMPTY!!!

 

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

 

He's in so much pain that Sabiru sits himself up with both of his arms crossed over his midsection, left unable to breathe at this point of the contest. Lennox realizes a few of these things and it's enough for her to run her body as fast as it will go at her opponent, connecting with a huge shining wizard with the inside of her right knee coming against Sabiru's face as hard as she can do it; laying the two individuals out side-by-side as the fans applaud the CW Champion's efforts in this contest.

 

Terra Skye: That shining wizard could be exactly what Melody Lennox needed to get the win!

 

Johnny Vegas: And that's what she's going for! Sabiru needs to get up!

 

Ray Payne: Naw hee-neads to stay writewhere he is!

 

Lennox is stirring as she drags herself over towards the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Somehow, behind her, Sabiru is already moving as well. Melody Lennox pulls herself up the ropes and up the east side of the cage, right in front of the announcers. Sabiru, in pursuit, is reaching out for her ankles with each lunging grab but never seems to quite get a hold of her! Lennox entwines her fingertips with the steel mesh and pulls herself up onto the side of the cage above the top rope. Sabiru grabs onto the ropes and pulls himself up as well!

 

Terra Skye: Sabiru doesn't want to escape this cage! He just doesn't want Lennox to escape either! He wants to punish her!

 

Johnny Vegas: Don't let her get out, Sabiru! Not after all of those mean things she said about you!

 

Ray Payne: Sabiru alwayz speakz in rhymez, yo.

 

Terra Skye: ...

 

Johnny Vegas: ...

 

Terra Skye: Come on Melody!

 

Sabiru lunges up and grabs a hold of Melody's ankle, but Lennox manages to kick the challenger's hand away! Lennox reaches up for the top of the cage, and with a grunt she manages to pull herself up so that her midsection is straddled along the top. Sabiru pulls himself up higher after having his hand kicked, and reaches up to grab one of the Champion's ankles right as she attempts to throw herself over the top of the cage. The crowd jeers in disapproval, but Lennox is able to get one of her legs over the top, to straddle it, as Sabiru uses his grip to both pull himself up and to hold Lennox in position so that he can deliver a massive open palm smack across her back for good measure. Sabiru pulls himself up and he straddles the top of the cage as well! Lennox sees Sabiru sitting right in front of him and she throws a hard forearm shiv into the side of his face! Sabiru reaches out and grabs Lennox's hair and attempts to yank her back into the ring!

 

Johnny Vegas: What is this psychopath doing?!? He could have won this match ten times by now!

 

Terra Skye: I think he just wants to hurt Melody Lennox! Nothing more, nothing less!

 

Ray Payne: Mista Sabiru'z can fallz an winz da matches by accidentz, yo!

 

Johnny Vegas: That's right! FALL SABIRU - YOU BASTARD!!!

 

The defending Carnage Champion uses Sabiru's own grip against him as she headbutts him squarely in the forehead! The Carnage Legion cheers as Sabiru reels backwards and nearly falls off of the side of the cage! Lennox grabs him! She pulls him back up to a seated position, straddling the top of the cage, but she uses her grip on the back of Sabiru's head to pull his head down and to slam his face into the steel bar between them! There's a loud crack of skull on metal and Sabiru goes limp for just a moment. Lennox looks out among the Legion from a height of over twenty feet above them before glancing back down inside the ring. She carefully locks her toes into the chain link and works to stand herself up just enough that she can slide herself over Sabiru's back and straddle him instead! THE CARNAGE LEGION GOES ABSOLUTELY NUTS!!! SHE'S GOING FOR THE OFF-KEY SYMPHONY OFF OF THE TOP OF THE CAGE IN TOWARDS THE RING!!! SHE THROWS HER BODY FORWARD, BUT SABIRU GRABS THE TOP OF THE CAGE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY-

 

Johnny Vegas: NO! YES! NO! SABIRU's HOLDING ON!!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD - WHAT HANGS IN THE BALANCE?!?

 

Lennox JERKS HER BODY SEVERAL TIMES!!! EACH TIME TRYING TO FLIP SABIRU BACKWARD OFF OF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! SABIRU SOMEHOW FINDS THE STRENGTH IN HIS GRIP TO STOP THIS!!! SABIRU YELLS OUT AS HE USES EVERY LAST BIT OF STRENGTH TO PULL HIMSELF, AND LENNOX, BACK UP ALONG THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! SABIRU PUSHES HIS UPPER BODY OVER THE TOP, DANGLING MELODY PRECARIOUSLY TWENTY FEET OVER A BARELY PADDED CONCRETE FLOOR!!!

 

Terra Skye: JESUS CHRIST - HE WOULDN'T!!!

 

LENNOX HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ABANDON HER ATTEMPT FOR HER FINISHER! SHE SWINGS AROUND AND GRIPS THE SIDE OF THE CAGE. SABIRU CATCHES HER AND GRABS HER BY THE THROAT!!! HE LOOKS DOWN FOR A MOMENT AND THEN WHISPERS SOMETHING IN LENNOX'S FACE!!! HE HOISTS LENNOX UP JUST ENOUGH, AND CHOKESLAMS HER DOWN OFF OF THE TOP OF THE CAGE THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!! THERE'S A MASSIVE CRASH AS THE TABLE SHATTERS AND THE MONITORS GO FLYING!!! TERRA, RAY, AND JOHNNY ALL DUCK OUT OF THE WAY AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT RIGHT BEFORE THE WORLD CHAMPION CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! THIS MATCH IS OVER!!! BUT SABIRU SITS STRADDLED ON THE TOP OF THE CAGE GRINNING WIDE - FROM EAR TO EAR!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Terra Skye: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: -is this thing still on?!

 

Terra Skye: SABIRU JUST LAUNCHED MELODY LENNOX OFF OF THE TOP OF THE CAGE THROUGH OUR FUCKING TABLE!!! WE NEED EMTS OUT HERE!!!

 

Matt Wylde: The winner of the match, and still Carnage World Champion-

 

Terra Skye: JESUS CHRIST MATT!!! WE DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW- MELODY LENNOX IS HURT!!! MELODY LENNOX IS PROBABLY HURT BADLY!!!

 

The crowd here in South Philadelphia are absolutely stunned silent as Sabiru begins to slowly descend from the side of the cage. A team of EMTs rush down from the entrance ramp, but they do not beat Sabiru to the ground.

 

Ray Payne: Iz she'z okays, yo?!? Mizz Mellie! MIZZ MELLIE?!?

 

Terra Skye: WHAT A SICK AND DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING!!! GOD DAMN YOU SABIRU! GOD DAMN Y-

 

Sabiru turns towards Terra Skye and just the simple motion of his lunge sends Terra Skye falling over the nearside barricade. Johnny Vegas and Ray Payne keep their distance from the sick, sadistic Sabiru, whose grin had faded away and now shows absolutely nothing along his countenance. EMTs work to get to Melody Lennox, but the Legion reacts strongly when Sabiru reaches down and grabs a handful of that blonde hair to pull the down champion from all of that table wreckage. Melody isn't moving as Sabiru literally drags her by her hair along the ringside area and the crowd here is booing loudly!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: Are you okay, Terra?

 

Terra Skye: Y-ah, I -m f--e. Ar- --u -k?

 

Johnny Vegas: Your headset is breaking up...

 

Terra Skye: D--t w--ry ---ut th--, call Sec--ity!

 

Johnny Vegas: Ray are you ok?

 

Sabiru makes his way over to the cage door, throwing forearms at any EMT members who dare get in his way. Behind him, Lennox, being drug by her hair. The Legion begins tossing trash Sabiru's way as he forces the cage door open and drags Lennox back up to a kneeling position where he rolls her back into the ring!

 

Terra Skye: M- G-D!!! W- NEE- SE-C----!!!! SECUR--Y!!!

 

Johnny Vegas: I don't think Sabiru cares that this match is over.

 

Ray Payne: Someonez needs ta help Mizz Mellie!!! I'm-

 

Johnny Vegas: NO RAY!! DON'T!!!

 

Sabiru calmly walks up the ring steps and enters the ring, watching as the Carnage Champion drags herself towards the center of the ring, blood coming from one of her elbows and leaving a trail. Sabiru lies in wait for Lennox to try to pull herself back to her feet.

 

Johnny Vegas: In all my years of ever working for the wrestling business, I have never seen, heard of, or met a man like Sabiru before in my life...

 

Ray Payne: Someone'z gotsta help Mizz Mellie, yo! She's hurt-

 

Johnny Vegas: SOMEONE. NOT YOU.

 

Melody Lennox doesn't know what's up and what's down at this point, and she'd be better off staying down. Sabiru stalks her from the corner, perhaps looking to drill her with that big knee strike, the BomaYe. The Legion surrounding the ring all plead for their champion not to drag herself back up to her feet, but it's far too late. Lennox unwittingly stands and turns towards her opponent and gets drilled wtih a BomaYe so hard that the back of her head is the first thing to come in contact with the canvas.

 

Terra Skye: JES-S!!

 

Ray Payne: SOMEBODY'Z GOTTA STOP DIZ, YO!!!

 

Terra Skye: L--k!! Th-re's s----b-dy!!!

 

All eyes in the 2300 Arena immediately shoot up at the entrance ramp - expecting security - but the Arena is immediately DROWNED in boos as the Carnage Tag Team Champions Shovel Headed Kill Machine step out on stage - along with Baltimore City Champion Cynder Hendricks and Carnage Legend Tweeder!!! Each of them are sporting baseball bats as they calmly walk down towards the caged ring where Sabiru watches from inside. Sabiru moves toward the cage door, as if he's going to try to shut these four hardcore wrestlers out, but instead he opens the door wider and allows them to come right on in to the ring!

 

SHKM, Kattunge & Tweeder

 

Terra Skye: CHR-ST!!!

 

Ray Payne: I can'tz believez diz, yo.

 

Johnny Vegas: I can.

 

Terra Skye: WHA-?!?

 

Johnny Vegas: They warned us. They all warned us. Look at them, the five people that all told us that Carnage Wrestling is more about the Carnage than the Wrestling. That Carnage Wrestling needed to stay that way if it was supposed to have a bright future. And here they are, about to make Melody Lennox a martyr for her cause.

 

Ray Payne: MIZZ LENNOX AINT'S GONNA BEZ NO MARTYR, YO!!

 

The five members of Team Carnage surround the downed and broken Carnage Champion, four of them sporting baseball bats looking as if they're ready to deal extreme punishment down on Lennox. Just then, there's a massive upsurge from the Legion as Wyatt Hendrix, followed by Dazi Miyashita, followed by a heavily hurting Sandtown Kid all come rushing down the ramp!

 

Wyatt Hendrix, Dazi Miyashita & Sandtown Kid

 

Hendricks quickly moves to lock the cage door, but that doesn't stop Miyashita and Sandtown Kid from scaling the sides! Wyatt Hendrix grabs the cage door and rips it clean off of the hinges! The Shovel Headed Kill Machine stand in wait for Wyatt to enter the ring, baseball bats cocked and loaded, but STK and Miyashita use the distraction to dive off of the top of the cage to take all five members of Team Carnage out!!!

 

Tweeder and Dazi, STK and Ojeda, and Hendrix and Altus all begin to brawl in the center of the ring!!!

 

The feed starts to fade to black, we've ran out of time on the OWF Network!

 

Boy: DIE TWEEVER!

 

There's Carnage in the middle of the ring!!! Security and more superstars from the Backstage Area run out as we fade out of an all out brawl!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ASCENSION 2016 CREDITS:

 

General Posting/Editing- Kyra Johnson & CW Admin

Preshow: The Champ is Here - Matt

Preshow: Controversy Returns - Marisol Hawkes

Preshow: Robby Black Vs. Garbage Fence - Anubis, CW Admin & KJ

Opening - CW Admin & KJ

Backstage - Ready to Shock & Awe - Nina Stokes

Match 1: Nina Stokes Vs. Marisol Hawkes - Anubis, CW Admin & KJ

Backstage - Welcome to Ultraviolence - Tweedah

Match 2: BCC Match - Dazi Miyashita Vs. Tweeder - Caleb & KJ

Backstage - Insurance Policy - Wyatt Hendrix

Backstage - A Chance Encounter - Anubis & Amylia

Match 3: Cynder Hendricks Vs. Robbie Future - Wrath & CW Admin

Backstage - The Beginning of the end... - Wrath

Match 4: SHKM Vs. HOTH - CW Admin & KJ

Backstage - Drop the Beat - Matt

Match 5: Matt Stone Vs. Lucas Silva - Anubis, Caleb, Matt, & CW Admin

Backstage - The First, (Hopefully) Not the Last - Melody Lennox

Main Event: Melody Lennox Vs. Sabiru - OWFWrestling & CW Admin

 

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