It's been a while since the seven foot tall four hundred pound walking wall of muscle has been heard from. CaRnAgE was long ago injured in a car wreck that left his back and his arm mangled so he's been biding his time sitting and waiting for his body to heel. Watching week after week as the other superstars take the front seats in being the best. CaRnAgE was excited to see his friends The Badd Boy and Degenerate get back in the ring and be very successful. While doing so when released to wrestle on a limited basis CaRnAgE did some indy leaguing and some japan touring with wrestler friends Chaotic and Destruction as they held their touring stable Chaotic, Carnage, and Destruction. He did well and was sure to get rid of ring rust and he was ready to return only to see the week prior that his friend The Badd Boy turned on Degenerate and also the fans. CaRnAgE came back one week ago as if to side with The Badd Boy but in a surprise move he picked Degenerate up and helped him to attack The Badd Boy. Now CaRnAgE makes his big come back move as he takes on Victor in a one on one match and you can be sure that the big man is going to bring the pain and leave nothing but Total CaRnAgE!
*The EMF arena is silent at a house show as the fans sit ready for the upcoming action. Vendors walking around selling what they can to the fans who are careless with their money at the shows. The arena is kept cools as the air cirulates throughout the large building. Ring crews are walking around being sure everything is set in just the perfect way for the rest of the night. Every now and then a drunk fan yells for a particular superstar of his liking or disliking. The day has passed and turned into a dark chilly evening. A clear sky with the moon shining bright and numerous stars in the sky, but noone would know as they sit on the inside on their seats waiting for the entertainment to be brought to them, but little did they know it was only moments away as...*
*"Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit the all but forgotten them of CaRnAgE is heard as he walks out from behind the curtain. A number of fans stand up and start cheering. CaRnAgE is walking down the rampway wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top shirt. He steps up onto the ring apron and then high steps over the ropes. He stands near the ropes facing the camera and throws his hand into the air. The crowd gives a pop as CaRnAgE walks over to the side of the ring and reaches out for a microphone as one is quickly handed to him. CaRnAgE goes back to the middle of the ring and stands in the middle with the microphone raised to his lips. The music cuts out and the fans die down a bit. CaRnAgE begins to speak.*
CaRnAgE: I want to start off by saying it feels d@mn good to be back. As I am sure many of you remember after that well known car crash some time ago my back and my arm got messed up pretty bad, but it has heeled to one hundred percent. I am ready to get back in the ring and kick some major @$$! I've been lying low for a little while, I've been healthy for a few months now so I did some indy league touring, and spent a month in Japan. But now that the ring rust is off I am ready to be back in the ring here in the Extreme Measures Federation, and I have my first match back against Victor. I am stuck with some pussy little punk. Listen here Victor I saw you make your little entrance, and in your mind you probably thought you were making some ground breaking impact that would catch the eyes of the superstars and fans around here. Let me give you a little insight into this game, and believe me I know my sh!t, because I've been in the game for a long time. Noone around here gave a d@mn what kind of entrance you made. Listen, you are a nobody, a rookie, you don't even deserve to be licking the dirt off of our boots yet. You are making your entrance with the young blood relative rookies of the EMF therefore people just will not give a d@mn. I also know that people will care to tune in to watch me beat the ever loving hell out of you. I've been dying to crack some skulls and I have had to wait a long time to crack those skulls where the right people are watching so be prepared for a lot of pent up frustration to be coming out on you. I don't know if you consider yourself a pretty boy or not, but if you do be ready to look like quasimoto, and if you don't consider yourself to be then I'm just going to do a few rearrangements and actually make some improvements on you. Just consider it a little plastic surgery free of charge. My favorite sound when I am in that ring is the sickening snap of a bone, the crunch sound you hear when you bust someone's nose in or break their jaw. To hear the screams and agony of the pain lets me know that I'm doing my job the way I should be. Maybe we don't share the same ideas of entertainment, but then again maybe we do and it will be a matter of who is bigger and badder. Rest assured I am the biggest baddest son of a b!tch in the business today. Seven foot tall, four hundred pounds, you don't stand a chance when my fist meets your face. You know there are a lot of people that will stand back after punching someone and hold their hands because the pain surgers through their body to with the impact on hard bone in the face, but I have never once known that feeling of the hurt. I've been born to love and thrive on it. So be ready for when we get into the ring, because it's not going to be wrestlefest two thousand and three, oh no it's going to be more like me stomping on your @$$ fest. Victor, I hate when new guys come in and step into the ring and are ready to run their mouth but aren't ready to back up what they are saying. Flapping your gums doesn't do you a whole hell of a lot of good. Son, it's all about the mudhole stomping you can do in the ring, and I don't just stomp the mudholes, hell no son I walk those sons of b!tches dry. Call your doctor and have him on standby...this is going to be your personal hell. The worst thing that I had to do was to sit back and watch everyone being able to wrestle in the ring while I had to stand back and just watch everything happen from the perspective of someone no better than a fan not able to actually get in there and do the fighting myself was hard as hell. It made me want to do better, and now that I have made it back I look to surpass how good I was doing before. I am much better than I ever was, it's just too bad that you are the poor suckered fool that had to be put in the ring for my return. Victor your name is part of victory, but it isn't complete, it lacks the end which in our match is where you will fall in the end when I lift you up onto my shoulders, throw you high into the air, and slam your face straight into the ground from about nine feet in the air. When it is all said and done, when the match is over and I have been declared the winner, you can be guaranteed that you son will be left a total mess, and it will look like TOTAL CARNAGE!
*CaRnAgE throws the microphone down as the fans cheer and the music starts back up again. He high stops back over the ropes and hops down the arena floor. CaRnAgE walks back up the rampway and stands at the top of the stage. He turns around and throws his right arm with his hand clenched in a fist up into the air. CaRnAgE then goes back behind the curtain and heads to the locker room as all else dies down.*
*CaRnAgE just puts his hand on the door as he hears a voice.*
DGNR8: CRAE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*CaRnAgE turns around just to find DGNR8 with a gorilla mask on walking on stilts followed by a camera man.*
DGNR8: I just wanted to get a word with you.
CaRnAgE: And I thought you died out with Badd...
DGNR8: SHHHHHHH! Don't say that name, if I fall asleep from this height it wouldn't be good for my health.
CaRnAgE: Make it quick, I don't like Monkey business.
DGNR8: Funny...So you must have heard what Victor had to say about you.
CaRnAgE: Yeah so...
DGNR8: Would you like to respond?
CaRnAgE: Hmm, I would actually.
DGNR8: Well have at it, I'm just here for decoration.
CaRnAgE: Whatever. So Victor, you can flap your gums about Jarred all you want to. That boy is dumber than a box of rocks and he won't pay you any mind. So all you are doing is wasting your breath on him. He's worthless so just let him go. He turns his back on everyone, and I highly doubt someone as low as you will ever end the career of the legendary bore, or his pal the clown faced snore. Just a word for the wise...well you may not be wise but the advice will do you just as much good.
DGNR8: Focus...
CaRnAgE: Shut your mouth fool. As I was saying...First off you want to know about my name? How about you take your spiderman comic books and shove them up your @$$. Well I'll be d@mned there was a comic book character named Carnage so that MUST mean that I am along those lines paying no mind that Carnage is a word for total devastation. So am I going to wreak that on you? You d@mn right I am, for a man who hates Jar-head so much you sure do like to use his favorite insult. Talk about uncreative. You know there were a few guys named Victor throughout various comic books, so by your logic you must be a culmination of all of them. Get real and get your head out of your @$$ you stupid son of a b!tch. I also don't give a sh!t what you thought about the main event. Many people didn't see coming what happened and for your information the initial turn around was not a chokeslam, the initial one was having Degenerate above my head and giving him a little boost right over the carcus of Badd Boy. You can think what you will and f*ck off. You are right that talk is cheap, but I'm not a talker, and you'll be sorry you ever asked to see my actions speak louder than my words, because you'll be begging that I go back to just talking trash. Victor, if nothing else I think you are the one doing a whole hell of a lot of talking. I've yet to see you to do any sh!t other than talk, so let's see you back that sh!t up. Hell Insane Clown Posse, Rob Zombie, I'm sure you've been with Twizted, whatever, you bounced bigger men than me? Then go ahead and bounce me. I'm going to call your bluff, because you think you are bad enough to bring it on to me, well prove me wrong, why don't you shut my mouth for me? Let's see if you can bounce me around the ring, the fact is that it is not going to be happening, and you know it. You can act smug on the camera, but you can't back all of that up when you actually have to deal with me. I've also put down bigger men than you and I bounced some of the greatest clubs in St. Louis done with crazier mother f*ckers than yourself, but your probably don't think anyone can be as bad as you. Guess you'll be in for one hell of a surprise when I have you bouncing from one side of the ring to another and treating you like a little girl. As far as Jarred goes, he may have gotten over on me when I was just a mere rookie in the sport while he was a seasoned veteran, I'm not that guy anymore, and I noticed as I blew up he was never around. Funny, for a man that was supposed to be so big and bad he never seemed to be around. Hell you aren't going to surpass the teacher, neither of you are worth sh!t to me. I'll bury your @$$ in that ring, because yeah I man handle all of those little chumps that f*ck with me, and you think you are big enough to step up to me, but I'll knock you back down to size where you belong. You aren't going to enjoy what I'm going to bring, but I don't really care too much. You'll learn a lesson in when to run your mouth and when to back off. I'll throw you all around like you were nothing too, because noone can handle what I'm going to bring you so get used to that. You only wish that you could get me to start beggin for mercy but keep on dreaming, I haven't started doing that yet and I'm not going to start now. Smokey bars may be a good place to fight, but I've been there, done that. We have a lot in common. But one of our differences is the fact that I will treat your @$$ like a rag doll, so don't cry, I don't like other people's whiny @$$ tears on my shirt. You'll know what screaming for mercy is when your bones snap. Hell son I may even be the first notch in your belt, your first notch of many losses that you have obtained thanks to EMF talent. The key word there is talent, I have it, you...you just have a big head and not much else. You won't be proving sh!t, you won't be doing sh!t, and I will have your @$$ planted. Victor you are in my yard in that ring and you don't belong there. There's no trespassing on my property so I will have to single handedly have you removed. Don't take it personally son, it's just business. Expect it to be Chaotic, expect there to be Carnage, and expect that all that will be left of you is Destruction!
*CaRnAgE turns around and walks into his locker room slamming the door. The gust of wind from it knocks DGNR8 off balance and he falls off of the stilts landing on a stack of boxes that break his fall. He looks at the camera and calls for it to be cut. END SCENE!*
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