CaRnAgE the former joke of the extreme measures federation. Now he's out there making a name for himself and rather quickly. He recently defeated the hall of famer Punisher for the right to become the number one contendor for the intercontinental championship. A title held by one of the most dispicable men in the emf. CaRnAgE from that point went to battle in a main event match against Jarred and Angelus Archer alongside his one time partner Blindside. Blindside still calling CaRnAgE a mid-card loser, but in that match CaRnAgE proved to be the tougher of the two even though that gruesome match up ended up being thrown out. Blindside never answered CaRnAgE back about the challenge, but that following week CaRnAgE stepped in the ring against Wasabi. The true EMF joke that noone seems to be taking a liking to because he acts as if he's drinking, smoking, and doing acid at the same time, yet barely squeeks by with championships he himself doesn't deserve, and the referee of the match was Angelus Archer the supposed Slayer of Life. A man that said if anyone from the BWO or the wWo interfered he would cut their spleen out with a spoon, but that made either team laugh more than anything. Needless to say there was an I quit match, a last man standing match, and a death cell fight back to back to back in the three stages of hell match that was for the intercontinental championship. CaRnAgE pulled through on that and earned his right to intercontinental gold as he came yet another step closer to making a name for himself. Primetime the fallen world champion defeated the lowest of all life forms only equaled by one un-named man. Justin Franchize, one of the two or three most hated men in the Extreme Measures Federation. Primetime defeated him as many have as of late, and earned a right to become the intercontinental championship number one contendor. So as Wasabi still cries over his loss, CaRnAgE gets ready to prove to another person who may almost be a legend of the sport Primetime, just who he is. This match up will not be for the weak of heart.
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 10, 2002
*Wes and CaRnAgE are working in the basement of the Badd Boy and Ashlee's house. They are trying to put together a small area in the corner that has a camera in case any feed needs to be sent from the house to the production truck. They seem to have everything set up.*
Wes: Try it out, sit down in the chair and pretend like you're saying something to Primetime.
CaRnAgE: If I refuse?
Wes: We just need to see and make sure everything is working ok.
CaRnAgE: For once in your life you have a point, now if I get carried away just stop me when you've made sure everything is ok, and be sure you aren't filming the whole thing just when it is needed to check the camera.
Wes: You got it big man.
*CaRnAgE sits down in the chair and stares into the camera.*
CaRnAgE: Make a name for myself, that's something I've been trying to do quite a bit as of late. So far so good it's been successful, but as I go about my business kicking @$$ and not worrying about taking names each challenge seems to be getting tougher and tougher. From Punisher, to Angelus Archer, to Jarred, to the Three Stages of Hell IC match with Wasabi, to you Primetime. A work load that would have made even some of the strongest of men cower in a corner like little children. Matches and fights that many of the mid-carders will never even get a chance to take a shot at. Opponents that would crush any other man, but I'm not just any other man, that's why I'm here doing what I'm doing. Making the name CaRnAgE a feared name. If you talked to any of my previous opponents then you would know that though they do not like me in any way shape or form they do have that sense of fear at the sound of the name. The name that is now doing what it should have so long ago. It's being put into the main events of the cards, and the lists of the winners. A streak that has started and now the question is quickly becoming can it be stopped? Well Primey, I guess that's a question that only you and I can answer, because I would be willing enough to venture and say that no, not yet, not for a while. You on the other hand would probably think different. Then again it doesn't really seem to matter what you think about it, because sometimes in life you have to come to situations that you just have no control over. Falling further and further down the ladder is something you just have no control over. Maybe boy you should stick to fighting the likes of Justin Franchize and Angelus Archer. You do however need to remember that the age of the formers and the has beens is dying out that means you. There is a newer set of wrestlers, that are coming in and taking over. We've been around long enough to get our experience in the ring, but not too old for the ring. Much like the position you were in before you became a world champion. That's it it's over for you prime time. The name of the man that most people were writing off not too long ago and were expecting to see in the dark matches. Well there are no more dark matches for me. The jokes ended so long ago, and the laughing has stopped. Not enough people took notice when I went out there and became a tag team champion, but was attacked in the match that it was lost in. I will extract my revenge for that one day but that's neither here nor there. What is here is you Primey boy. The fact of the matter is that it's me and you, and it's me kicking your @$$. That's right primetime you can't write me off like you probably once thought you could, because it's just not that simple. No prime time this is a fight. Why are you called Prime time anyway? Your prime has passed and now you are just waisting time. None of the fans seem to care anymore, you aren't exciting to them. Maybe it's time you considered going into hall of fame. You will probably be there some day so immortalize your name then disappear to make it better for anyone else. You really would be doing a huge favor to everyone. Hell I guess to get to that point you might as well finish out your downfall and keeping plummeting to the bottom until you yourself are the one in the dark matches. Or maybe until you have to stoop to fighting the joke champions, Wasabi, Raptor, or Edge and Christian. Maybe go one step above them and take on Phantom or Breaker or even go to the lengths of taking on An Arkie and become assasssinated. Those are a lot of options for you, but what you choose to do is your choice, the only problem is no matter what you do it won't help you the fact that you will lose this match-up and the name of CaRnAgE will mark one more for the record books.
As a matter of fact Primetime, I intend on having a lot of fun with you in the ring boy. Old man I don't think you are ready for the butt kicking you are going to get. You may think to yourself that you are all that and a bag of chips, but old man, I will beat your sorry @$$ like there's no tomorrow. As for you, there just might not be. Now I may not get my rocks off like Angelus when it comes to cracking skulls, but bashing heads is like a national past time for me. It is all I've done my whole life, and I've made one helluva life out of it. You ought to considering trying it, but then again you might break a hip and I know we can't have any of that. I have been looking forward to this opportunity though. The chance to beat the crap out of someone who could be considered a legend of this sport especially in this federation. You'll probably go and pull up one of your little announcer buddies and talk to them like you are going to make some huge un-expected come back. Please boy, why don't you get yourself a life? Go retire and enjoy the rest of your years golfing or something. But if you insist I won't stop you from climbing your your butt in the ring and going toe to toe with the biggest man in the sport. You see I don't hold true to the old saying "the bigger they are the harder they fall". That just doesn't work for me, I prefer "the bigger they are the more likely they are to hurt you". That sounds real good to me, just hurting every bone in your body and draining from you every bit and ounce of respect, of energy, of everything from you. Jarred Carthallion for ninety nine point nine percent of the time either doesn't make sense or says things that he probably should have juts kept his mouth shut on, but he did bring up one point. A new era is upon us. The era of his wannabe legendary @$$? Not quite. The new primetime era? Not even close. More like one Badd era of creating Total CaRnAgE. Do you really think you are ready for that Primey boy? Do you think you can live up to the expectations of a new era of superstars that will rule this federation? Your little alliance won't save you in this match. As a matter of fact nothing will help you in any way shape or form. This is pretty much it I whip your sorry old @$$, and you go down the drain hopefully for good, because everyone is sick of you boy. I am surprised you haven gotten sick of yourself. Then again there's no time like prime time, or is it there is no more time for prime time. The time to step up to the challenge the only challenge left that may save yourself. This match would benefit either of us, you could spare what little you have left for this business, but I could take the final step I need to take into superstardom. Not to be star struck, but I would be given a whole new set of people to break in half. Oh that would be quite enjoyable. To break in half the names of the people who would consider themselves greats in their own minds. All of that is possible and available to me once you are out of the way. You see this intercontinental championship? It is nice isn't it? I enjoy it, and I intend on keeping it for some time. If anyone else especially you Primey wants it they can come and try and get it. One by one every challenge will fall. You've had all of the gold you are going to get Primetime, you just stick to the tv championship. There you might have some better luck, but the intercontinental division, you don't have a snowball's chance in hell. Come hell or highwater it is me you have to go through and that's not some simple easy task. You probably believe that it is, but you keep thinking that while all of the little yellow birdies spin and fly around in your head. You will be lifted eight feet in the air then slammed flat on your face and un-conscious, then one, two, three. Goodnight Primetime I will be seeing you at Shockwave when I whip your @$$ in Total CaRnAgE fashion!
Well how was that Wes? You let me go a bit long.
Wes: Oh the camera right, I forgot to turn it off. Oops. My badd.
CaRnAgE: BOY!
*Ashlee yells down steps.*
Ashlee: You two knock it off now.
*CaRnAgE gets up and says his goodbye's to Ashlee and Wes as the basement seems completed. He leaves the house and gets in his hummer as he heads to the airport so he can catch his flight to the arena and get himself ready for Primetime.*
FRIDAY APRIL 12, 2002
*CaRnAgE walks into the arena's training room as a technition stops him.*
Tech: Hey CaRnAgE we got your live feed from Badd Boy's house. Good job.
CaRnAgE: One of these days I'll kill Wes.....
Tech: Why's that?
CaRnAgE: Oh nevermind it's nothing.
*CaRnAgE walks through the doors of the room and a camera follows him in. He goes at his punching bag as usual.*
CaRnAgE: Sometimes I think that I hang around Badd Boy too long, because I think I'm picking up on that disease he has. That one that causes some super desirable urge to get in the ring and just win. For some reason I just feel it deep down inside me that I simply can not lose this match. I simply can not allow it. Sorry to burst your bubble primetime, but I am almost sure that you felt it at one time. One day before actually winning the world championship yourself you just felt that you had to win. Well Primey that's what I have, and that is flowing through half of every vein in my entire massive seven foot four hundred pound all muscle body. In case your wondering about my other veins they all have the strenght and power and urge to beat the hell out of everyone in my path of destructivenes. I can't describe that urge to win though, the taste of blood, and the feel of gold. All of which something I enjoy quite a bit. When I got here and started pounding one face after another the taste of blood was there, and it was rather enjoyable. Many superstars hated me, because I didn't speak much. I sat in the back, and popped out every now and then. For some reason that was un-acceptable so I took a brief hiatus, but now that I have returned bigger and badder than ever. Now I'm out making myself heard and known. Now that I'm not just sitting back the superstars hate me even more and wish I would go back to the shadows, but once I beat a few down I couldn't help myself. I have to come out and destroy everyone and everything. Then after the blood flowed came the feeling of the gold. You know as well as I do primetime Gold is a very valuable item. Slap it on a leather strap, and let the titans of the sport go after it. Now I hardly consider the joke man sushi boy Wasabi a titan, but he was a tough fight, but I did defeat him, now comes a real battle of the titans when it comes down to CaRnAgE and Primetime. The man of the past versus the man of the present and the future of the Extreme Measures Federation. We are going to have some fun now aren't we? One shot to the face after another, blow after blow, a collasal match up. Many fans will be watching and paying attention, because it's a little known fact that the intercontinental champions of past have one day moved on to become world champions. You remember that don't you, it's when they go for the intercontinental a second time that it's just the fact that they are washed up and trying to re-capture glory. You see, you can't re-capture that glory, because I can't lose to you. I will go to all lengths that I need to, to be sure that I do not lose this match. It's time I put my foot down and not allow myself to lose this title, not now, maybe never lose it forever. That wouldn't be a problem for me. One day I will move on, but it will be my choice, and on my terms, but until then that is not going to happen. Especially not now, not with you Primetime, not after only two weeks. This is why I will no longer be considered a joke, because I am no longer a joke. I'm not the dark match fighting bag 'o' laughs that many would have considered me to be some time ago. I have slowly climbed the ladder silently, and only now do I feel like the people are taking notice. I hope you were taking notice primey boy, because old man, if you don't get it here you either take your champions right to a re-match at Jarred and try to win back the world championship, or you go down to the next title on the list. One by one you go for the gold and you don't get a thing. So here is your last chance Primetime. Come down to the ring, and look across it to the opposite corner. Lock eyes with the biggest man around, and prepare yourself for the largest @$$ whippin' of a life time. I will Create Total CaRnAgE!!!
*The punching bag splits in two from the last punch. CaRnAgE looks at it then shrugs and walks off as the camera fades.*
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