The seven foot four hundred pound walking wall of muscle, the monster, CaRnAgE is coming to the house show to whoop up on Ice Jones.
*The camera finds the big man known as CaRnAgE in the back area of the Extreme Measures Federation house show in Glendale, Arizona, at the Glendale arena. He picks up the card for the night to see what he has. He looks it over and laughs to himself. Already dressed in his wrestling attire he crumbles up the card and notices the camera. He throws the card away and looks into the camera and decides to give a piece of his mind out to Ice Jones.*
CaRnAgE: Ice Jones, huh? Is that supposed to be some kind of f*cking joke, I mean are you kidding me? Hell son, looks like we have another brand new face around this federation, it's a shame that I saw a picture of you in your profile and you already have one messed up eye, I guess that's one less body part for me to thrash. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to have me trash your other eye. Coming into a house show and you've got CaRnAgE in Glendale, the biggest man walking around in this federation. Seven foot tall, four hundred pounds, and if you look at me you won't find one ounce of fat. I am the walking wall of muscle, and you had better start dreaming they replace me with a brick wall, because one of those is less dangerous. You want to know what I do for fun slick? I crush people. CaRnAgE is my name, CaRnAgE is my game, I create total CaRnAgE wherever I go, locking you in every bit of pain you have never been able to experience before. It's what makes me so good at what I do. It is the reason I can't get answers from Kaedon, or from Tyrant, it's what I will do to Gravedigger if he gets in my way. When bones pop, crack, break, or just become dust, it's usually because of the work from my hands. Maybe I'm a little weird to some people for taking joy in this, I don't get off on it like some people do like Angelus Archer, but that doesn't make me love it any less. It's not just the pain I can dish out though Slick, it's the pain I can take. You can try and hurt me with your beaming eye ball, or whatever arsenal you have brought with you. I will eat it up like it's nothing. Fact is, it really is nothing. When you have thrown it all at me, and you are just looking at me in awe, that's right, I will look at you, laugh at you, then beat the ever loving hell out of you, because son I don't take time to play games around here. Games are for the kids, this is a real life @$$ whoopin'. Slick, I think you rookies are the first ones that need their @$$ handed to them, because you are walking into the Extreme Measures Federation, and you don't know who to f*ck with, and who not to. You don't know who the big dogs are, and who are the little runts that are somehow holding on. Well I am one of the big dogs, and I look for fights, so if you like getting thrashed, then I am the man you are looking for. Once this week gets over I the television show will be back on the air and I will be kicking some punk chump's @$$ looking for my television title. I hope that you have family coming with you to see your first appearance, because someone will be needed to identify the body, and you better the see the dentist, because the mess I leave usually requires dental records to fix. What more can I say, this is what I do, it's what I love. Kicking @$$es, and not worrying about the names, because they are insignificant to me, all I know is that I will create TOTAL CARNAGE!
*The camera fades out as CaRnAgE goes back to his locker room. He walks in the door and as he does he sees the Ice Jones bit that is being played out inside the arena only for those within the arena to see. He rolls his eyes. He makes a phone call to another office within the building and in only a matter of minutes a camera man comes back to see him. The camera starts rolling inside of CaRnAgE's locker room.*
CaRnAgE: Now I couldn't help but listen to you flap your d@mn little gums there Ice Jones, and I can respect that you want to be a gentleman and not just come straight out dissing things, but here's the information you need to know. You don't know my wrestling style, but here's all there is to know about it, or at least the only thing important to you. I hurt you, I pin you, I put a win over you. That's how my style is, it works for everyone. You will be no exception to my rule, and I don't need to know your style. If you like the martial arts, try your moves and see if you even put a scratch on me. If you like to brawl, I may die of laughing, if you fly, I grab you and bring you back down to reality, if you are technical, you don't have the strength it takes to screw with me, and if you are a shoot fighter, refer to martial arts! That's what you get when you are fighting with the big bad man in the ring. You get nothing but an @$$ kicking, a face busting, all for the low low price, of not a d@mned thing. It comes free with every battle against me.
*CaRnAgE starts pounding his hand with his fist.*
CaRnAgE: I also really like that you did your f*cking homework on me. I'll tell you what rook, you are impressing me, not enough to make me want to job to you to put you over, but enough for me to think you might have a future at some point around here as long as you stay away from me. Just a side note though, don't fill your speeches with things like, I'll be done talking with you in a couple of seconds, it does make it sound like you are just trying to push for extra air time, and I don't like glory hogs. As far as the patches of black ice, and a mixture of the bigger they are the harder they fall. You couldn't make me fall! With someone like me, black ice is nothin', because I would have the wait to hold traction on the black ice, and if there is danger around, I don't make stupid mistakes like som others, so you may be looking for another route around me. There's not a single thing around here I fear, not you, not your finisher, not what you think you can do, and I certainly don't have to extend you the same right that you may be a good wrestler. You know I am and that's because you are stepping onto my turf! You are walking into the big dogs yard, so when you do that you know the big dog has to have made his name big somehow. You have to prove to me you deserve to be running in my alley, so you better impress me with more than just respect and doing your homework, because researching my past and my size doesn't do you a whole lot of good, and I don't give a d@mn what my opponent has to offer, because no barracade has the power to hold me back. I'm big enough to not have to worry about ANYONE!
*CaRnAgE puts that last bit in a loud tone as the monster's eyes are towering into the camera piercing through anything that may be watching this as the anger grows. He then thinks to himself for a brief moment and starts to smile as he calms down.*
CaRnAgE: Oh, and I wouldn't bother messing with Ashlee Ikeda, because she is a woman that will tell you she's a friend of yours, but you have no idea what that means. She's dangerous, but I shouldn't be warning you, because I will have to laugh when you find out that she will turn and kick your @$$ in no time. She may have agreed to shake your hand, but she knows what she's doing, and if you really think you are in with the Ikeda boys on their side, you just wait. They don't let anyone just be "in" with them. I forewarned you, but don't worry about them, worry about ME! Come into my match, and be ready to be decimated!
*CaRnAgE drags his thumb across his throat signaling for the demise of Ice Jones as the camera fades out for the final time.*
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