CaRnAgE is coming off of a surprising loss to Tyrant, and is now fighting Insane Michael Wilts for the right to get another shot at the television championship. The big man goes into this match fearless confident that he will be reclaiming his gold.
*The camera finds a hummer H2 in gun metal color fly into the parking lot. It whips around into a spot, and after a moment the door opens. A rather large leg steps out and is then followed by the rest of the body of a very large man. He is easily recognized as the walking wall of muscle, CaRnAgE. Dressed in camoflauge pants and a sleeveless black shirt he slams the door behind him and walks into the arena. The big nasty beast walks in the door of the arena feeling an icy breeze from the inside that is kept cool. He walks down the hallway looking at the tech crew scrambling around trying to get everything taken care of. Wires are being stretched and wrapped up and down the hallway. Equipment such as lights and parts of entrance sets are being moved around. Some guys have the Shockwave set that hasn't been set up yet, and others carrying in the last pieces of the ring that needs to be assembled. CaRnAgE keeps a close eye on how quick they get to setting things up, but feels almost ignored by the crew, because to them he is just another one fo the workers in the back that they get to see week in and week out. CaRnAgE has had a lot on his mind in the past months. Showing The Badd Boy his once best friend that he didn't agree with his actions in a harsh way. He also hasn't sided with the opposite end of the spectrum with Degenerate. Stuck as kind of an in-between guy between his friends he just avoids the problems all together. CaRnAgE knows that inside of his mind he must stick to the task he has at hand. Re-establishing his dominance in the ring and showing everyone that he is one tough son of a b!tch that does not want to be messed with. He has only intentions of giving out some beat downs. Knowing that not so insane Michael Wilts is his opponent this week CaRnAgE is only focused on this matching knowing it will get him back to the television title that he shouldn't have let slip away in the first place, but he didn't keep on his A game and he was out done on a rare occassion that will not repeat itself. CaRnAgE makes it to the entrance ramp just behind the curtain and waits there untl he gets word from the crew that they are set the wait was not long and he got the okay to come down.*
*"Break Stuff" plays by Limp Bizkit as CaRnAgE walks down the rampway. He steps up onto the ring apron then climbs over the ropes. He is handed a microphone as the camera stays focused in the big man's head.*
CaRnAgE: Listen up Michael Wilts, I don't like to tell people twice. I sure hope to God that Mick Foley still has some gas left in his tank to teach anything, because drilling it into your thick head is quite the job I am sure. It would take a lot of patience. I have a hard time believing that you are as hardcore as you think you are or that your name deserves to be engraved on the title. You want to know why? It is quite simple, I look at you and you call yourself insane, but the most insane thing about you is probably when you dipped a f*cking french fry in the mustard instead of the ketchup. You probably don't even know what the name of hardcore is other than you hear a lot of people claiming that they are hardcore. You are just another kid in this world who thinks he'll be big some day using stolen catch phrases and a weak @$$ gimmick. Let me tell you what insane is, insane is when I throw you eight feet in the air then slam your face down into mat and watch your energetic body fall limp and go lifeless. Insane is the amount of pain that you will feel as your bones crumble under the pressure of of my hands. Kicking your @$$ will be a pleasure of mine, because you were here once and you were nothing above a jobber, and now that you are back you will find that your fate is the same. You even got beat by a kid named Wes. Now that's the funniest sh!t I've seen in a long time. Then you go around talking about how you ought to have your name engraved into the television title already? Why don't you go buy one of those foam belts and scratch your name in there. That's the closest you will be getting to the Television title and that's a guarantee I will make you. The television championship is just waiting for me to reclaim it and take my place. Which won't take anytime at all really. Once you are out of my way I will show Tyrant who the f*ck I am. So don't worry so much about Foley, worry more about your health and whether or not I feel like leaving you with any usable limbs in your body!
*CaRnAgE has enough of the in ring talk as he throws the microphone down. Deep inside angers builds within him, because anytime he thinks about his opponent or the stupid remarks he made it makes the big man think about all the rookies in this business you expect to be stars, and all of the has beens that come around thinking they will always be welcomed. CaRnAgE walks to the back, but he decides that he's not done and won't let Wilts get away with just that. He stops in front of the interview back drop and the camera man stops behind him then sets the camera into position giving him the cue to go ahead.*
CaRnAgE: You know what Wilts? You put everything you have within you into an old washed up has been who only wishes he still had what it takes to compete in the ring. In return you expect to be made into something that you can't be. You might as well forget about it Wilts, because old man Foley doesn't know what he's doing anymore, he's senile, and you don't have any talent that could be molded into anything. You can make as many changes as Jarred Carthallion does in a three month span of time, but it wouldn't do you any good, because no matter what changes you make, you are still 'Sane' Michael Wilts, and you are still the next man that will be crushed by me. I will stomp a mudhole in you then walk it dry. If you were even worth being able to lick my boots I would be amazed Michael. Bring me whatever you have, and watch your dreams get romped on. Let me show you something.
*CaRnAgE begins walking down the hallway and the camera man just blindly continues to follow on down. CaRnAgE steps into the elevator inside of the arena and pushes the button for the top floor. The elevator goes up to the top level and CaRnAgE steps out. CaRnAgE's face shows no expression, he doesn't want to let out a smile or let out a look of disgust. He likes keeping that face, because it's like playing poker it is hard for anyone to figure you out if you don't give them any details. He has no problem with that, because he wants the only person to know what's on his mind is himself. CaRnAgE knows his capabilities in the ring, and he has no problems displaying them. He doesn't display what he has for those watching, but only for the opponent so that the opponent doesn't know what he's in for prior to the match, but learns during the match that CaRnAgE is not a man to screw with. One by one he hopes that many will pay. Why pay? For many reasons, almost everyone in wrestling has done something to deserve to have the sh!t kicked out of them and CaRnAgE is aware of that, and he might as well be the person who does the job. CaRnAgE himself walks up to the window that is near where they got out of the elevator at. CaRnAgE looks down and the camera sets up to see what the large man is looking at. A busy street with cars filling up all of the lanes and a mass of fans waiting outside of the building holding up their signs. CaRnAgE begins to speak.*
CaRnAgE: Wilts, you are looking out of the window now at all of the people waiting outside of the arena trying to get tickets and others waiting in line for the doors to fly open so that they can come in and get to their seat to watch the real insanity. All of these people are a lot like you, there are a number in this crowd that think if they step into the ring that they will be able to be real competition. I laugh at them, because just like you they would get slapped around. How do I know you are no better then the guys out there, because for one you have a very important match against me this Shockwave, and you barely spoke but a few words to me. It makes me thing that you don't have any focus on me, like you aren't bothered that you have an opponent. You should always worry about who you are facing, because your next opponent could be your last. You also think that anyone wants to hire you to "beat people up"? How old are you? Like twelve again? Around here if you can't beat others down, then you might as well leave, because wrestling is all about being able to beat your opponents, and you brag about your size and weight. Not many people match me in height like you do, but I out weight you. I am four hundred pounds even, and I have a very low body fat meaning every bit of my weight is muscle. So brag about your size little man, but there will always be someone bigger, much like myself, and I don't need to pay fifty cents a pound to beat anyone up. I do it myself free of charge! If anyone pays you to touch me, they'll be waisting their money then I drag your body back to them and say sorry, it didn't quite work out. So prepare yourself Wilts, your fake insantiy front doesn't scare me, you are smaller than me, and I am no rookie. I'll see you in the ring, I will pound you, then I will move on for the television championship. Prepare for Total CaRnAgE to be created on you!
*CaRnAgE pushes past the camera and starts off down the hallway. The camera man resets up his camera to pan out into the crowd down in the streets below to end the scene. CaRnAgE heads back down to his locker room to be sure he is set on his match and only his match. Not allowing anything to interfere, CaRnAgE is ready to be a champion again, feeling cheated by his self he intends on proving to everyone that the largest man in the ring is here to lay the pain down on everyone and prove his name sake holds true for what he does.*
OOC: I missed that I was on the PPV lol.