Carson Vs Dwight (Submission Match)

[Nicholas Carson]

After Jimmy Pate and Gay Ray finish their hype up of Total Carnage's stacked card, Lizzie Morna takes center stage in a elegant red dress that fits oh-so-nice in all the right places. Despite having to announce the name of a man she despises, she wears a smile, even if it is a fake one. She must maintain a professional attitude.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, EVPW welcomes you to TOTAL CARNAGE! Our opening contest for the night is a Submissions match!"



"Feel A Fear" blares over the shoddy sound system and the fans unleash heat at the man to come.

"Introducing first. He hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in tonight at 275 pounds. He is the former EVPW Imperial Champion. A former GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion. And is the 4 time winner of the Chair Swinger of the Year award. He is Nicholas Carson!"

The imposing sight of the Maniac Mauler storming out from behind the curtain sends Lizzie out of the ring in a fast retreat. He is clad in his usual black tactical attire that is similar to what the Shield wears, but has added a sleeveless throw-over shirt that sports the Miller Lite Ice logo. The shirt, a direct fuck you to the actual sponsor of the pay per view, is sure to ruffle some feathers in a few offices but Carson could give less than a damn. The Agent of Chaos trots down the isle slowly in a John Wayne type swagger; as if time itself revolves around him and nobody else. The fans treat him to some food and drinks, non of which are remotely hospitable, as he passes them by without regard.

"Here is he folks. One of the most dangerous and unpredictable men this industry has ever known. Last week he tortured Kyrptops before finally ending the match and now he is going to be treated to a lamb that is being led right to him."
"Yeah Dwight Lights must have pissed someone off backstage. In only his second match in EVPW he's got to face off against Nicky Boy. Talk about drawing the short end of the stick."
"The silver lining to all of this is the fact that it's a submission match, which should swing some momentum to Dwight's side, but will it be enough?"
"I don't think Nicky knows the difference between a wristwatch and a wrist-lock, but he'll clobber the shit out of you until you willingly submit."
"You hit the nail right on the head with that one and you better not turn that into a sexual comment. And, fans, as you can see Nicholas Carson is without the Decimator title around his waist. That's because the disgraceful son of a bitch tossed it in a garbage can backstage earlier and luckily a maintenance man saw it, pulled it out, and gave it back to its rightful owner."
"Whatever. It looked better in the trash can than it does on Envy."

Once near the ring Nicky Pooh rips the shirt off and tosses it away before entering the squared hell. His music dies out but the hate given to him from the fans does not.

TBC Dwight Lights

[Ozzy]

And now for something completely different, as the erratic train-wreck of music that introduces Nicholas Carson dies an Electric Funeral



The introductory chords of ‘Electric Funeral’ by Black Sabbath fill the gymnasium, receiving a small pop from the Ozzy fans in attendance. After a prolonged and deliberate lack of Dwight, which only agitates “The Manic Mauler” into a pace, the curtain parts around Dwight Lights in a dramatic fashion as “The Most Brilliant Man In Wrestling” steps out onto the concrete, bronzed and carved, rocking the white trunks and kneepads, his fists already raised high above his head. Remaining poised there for shameless self-promoting purposes just that long enough to piss the crowd off, the villainous Australian finally lowering his arms and stepping toward the ring under his own terms, one boot after another.

"And his opponent, from Brighton, South Australia, making his pay per view debut!! Weighing in earlier tonight at 240 pounds, he is DWIGHT… LIGHTS!!!!"

"Well this is going to be interesting, what do we know about this young man here?"
"Not a great deal, actually. All we know for sure is that Dwight Lights is obsessed with power, as in light-bulbs and whatnot! Dwight has to be one of the most unusual EVPW superstars on the roster right now, and that is saying a lot"
"Well light-bulbs or not, it certainly wasn’t a bright idea for Dwight Lights to be competing against Nicholas Carson this evening, that’s for sure! "
"I see what you did there!"

Swatting and backhanding any hands that reach out to him, Dwight Lights travels toward the ring with his head dipped slightly, staring ahead through his brow, drawing to a stop only to glare back at the self-proclaimed "Agent Of Chaos" and smirk an amused smirk, beginning to turn toward the steel steps only to spin on a dime and bolt inside the ring, wasting no time in clobbering Carson, trying to catch his opponent off guard, but surprising his much larger is not an easy task as Carson grabs hold of him and flattens him with a barbaric shove as every fabric in his destructive mentality snaps…

DING DING DING!!!

[Nicholas Carson]

Go ahead and post an action post first. Doesn't look like I will get the chance to post until Sunday or Monday'ish thanks to my boss suddenly getting fired and replaced by a guy who he replaced last year, whom sucks considerably more than the boss that just got fired. So, yeah, everything is screwed up right now and working weird routes/schedules. Thanks nignog.

[Ozzy]

Having been planted on his ass by the power of Nicholas Carson, the eyes of Dwight Lights gaze back at the mountain of a man in astonishment, before Dwight shuffles backwards on his palms as The Manic Mauler stomps toward him. Unfortunately for Dwight, the behemoth snatches the not quite quick enough Australian and heaves him to his feet like a rag doll, slinging him into the corner behind him. Carson shows no remorse in pummelling the midsection of his cornered foe with a barrage of ballistic punches before blasting Dwight’s face with a back elbow, retiring from his assault to edge back a generous distance, snorting through flared nostrils like a wild bull and charging toward Dwight, only Lights is able to duck around the man from Parts Unknown and assist in driving him into the turnbuckles with his own momentum, immediately setting upon the legs of Carson with quick kicks, causing Nicholas to practically hop back toward the centre of the ring behind every strike and having progressively hacked at the big man, Dwight bounces back from the ropes behind him and swoops in with a chop block and the redwood collapses.

"TIMBERRRRR!. "

"Dwight Lights taking Carson down with a chop-block, he really has no choice but to go for the legs here…"

"Not necessarily, Jimmy, Dwight Lights is only some thirty pounds lighter than Nicholas Carson, he’s far from a paperweight, although it is smart to keep Nicky Boy off his feet as often as possible. "

Dwight Lights grimaces momentarily as he clasps his beaten abdomen, before pushing himself to his feet with a scowl. Swiping his hand down his stubbled jawline, wondering where to attack next, Dwight snatches Nicholas by both legs, flirting with the idea of a Boston Crab however Carson bucks, flinging Dwight backward with his lower body strength, to the delight of the fans as Carson begins finding his feet however Dwight Lights bounces back from the ropes behind him to catch Carson with a stiff kick to the face, keeping his larger foe on one knee, before splitting his face in with a HHH-esque Facebreaker and Carson, lifted to his feet in the impact, tumbles backward against the ropes, Dwight measuring Carson up now for a clothesline to finish the job however Nicholas ducks, doing what he can in his daze and dumping Dwight over the top rope and onto the apron! Dwight Lights, looks for a shoulder thrust, thinking quickly, Nicholas shuffles backwards and responds with a knee to the face, reaching over the ropes to scoop Dwight around the waist, heave him into the air and POWERBOMB him across the gymnasium floor behind him!

"POWERBOMB!!! POWERBOMB!! POWERBOMB!!! Nicholas Carson just powerbombed Dwight Lights from the ring apron!"

"He may have decimated every bone in Dwight’s body with that one, Jimmy! That was absolutely amazing!!. "

"Dwight Lights isn’t moving… he isn’t moving at all, this could be a very quick match!"

NICKY POOH! NICKY POOH!! NICKY POOH!!!

The fans begin to cheer Nicholas Carson out of bloodlust, as Nicholas steps over the ropes and drops down from the apron, looming over the decimated Dwight Lights casting his shadow like a dark colossus, before raising both arms into the air and roaring intensely, peeling Dwight Lights upright from the mat into an immediate BEARHUG, beginning to thrash him left and right but Dwight Lights, knowing he’d have almost zero defense in little time, stabs him in the eye with the thumb, scurries for the hills, or in this case, the into the ring, flabbergasted as he nearly collapses with every desperate step, a distraught mess of a man, grimacing as Nicholas Carson only grins back at him from the ringside, and steals inside the ring on his gut only Dwight quickly levels Carson with a low altitude dropkick to the head, knocking Carson senseless and Nicholas rolls back and forth in pain leaving Dwight to leech onto him with a front Facelock… wrenching away.

"Here I was about to persecute the man for running into the ring of all places, Jimmy… what can I say, Dwight Lights is brilliant. I honestly thought he was done for. "

"Dwight isn’t looking to let go of that Front Facelock anytime soon, that hold is the only thing keeping him from Nicholas Carson’s rage. I will say this, he may not be showing it but that Powerbomb would have done a LOT of damage, if Carson can come out of this facelock, Dwight’s in trouble !"

The crowd begin to grow restless as Dwight Lights continues to apply the pressure, glaring at the referee and demanding he “ASK HIM?!!” repeatedly, Dwight taking his time with the prolonged hold in the centre of the ring under the gymnasium lights…

TBC: Carson. Not the longest post but figured it was something?

[Nicholas Carson]

Knowing that the veteran would soon figure out a way to escape the Front Chancery, Brighton's Brightest slams a knee against the inside of Nicky's right leg, the same leg he'd chop blocked earlier, which causes the Mauler to drop to one knee. As he does so, the Most Brilliant Man Alive lives up to his name sake by dropping with him and wrapping his legs around the madman's waist. He squeezes his legs together and clamps down tight, like a anaconda does its prey, causing Nicky's breathing to become troublesome by the second. The Lord of Lunacy works his hands toward his opponent's face in an effort to gouge the eyes or anything, but the rookie proves proficient in his craft and shifts his head out of range as each mad swipe draws nigh.

"Dwight may have something going for him here. I don't think Nicky Boy was expecting such a fluent transition. This kid looks like he knows what he's doing."
"If you throw enough shit on a wall, some of it will stick. He's manged to get this to stick but it'll only last until Carson stops dick dancing around in there and gets serious."
"He is serious, Ray, he's in a serious predicament."
"Oh listen to you, Jimmy. I see what you did there."

The Agent of Chaos hears the demands of surrender from his enemy and such audaciousness will not go unpunished. Before the third wheel in the match can present his inquiry to Carson, the mastodon rises to his feet with a warrior's cry, blanketing everyone, including his dogged opponent, with a sense of awe. Someone more experienced would abandon their plan here and now, but Dwight is still wet behind the ears despite being a 6 time world champion of an organization still left in mystery, and refuses to cease on his wrenching and squeezing. The former Imperial Champion plods forward with canvas consuming strides and sandwiches Dwight into the nearest corner, finally breaking the hold upon him that caused a bit of a scare. Nicholas back pedals and shakes his head, then listens to the loudest voice inside his head, the one yelling KILL KILL DESTROY! The Narcotic Necromancer obeys and thunders forward like a bull out of a chute, but he stops just shy of the upturned boot that was to greet him upon the end of his voyage. Carson isn't fooled by such chicanery and quickly grabs hold of the foot and pulls him out of the corner despite the man's efforts to hug the ropes.

He drags the Aussie with the light bulb fetish to the middle of the ring, sweeps him onto the mat, and hikes up both his legs, leaving his entire torso and no man's land unprotected. The Maniac Mauler brings his size 14 clodhopper down on Dwight's breast plate, then his stomach, and finally his dick and balls just for his own sick amusement. A ridiculously evil smiles swims across Nicky's repulsive features as he basks in the sight of the youngster wallowing in misery. The Brightest Man in Wrestling settles into a fetal position, his cheeks puffed out to give credence to his affliction, while his eyes scream out at the referee to do something about the Lord of Lunacy's flagrant rule breaking. The arbiter is unmoved by the competitor's unspoken but duly noted plea and his inaction brings swift revelation to the rookie - this was indeed a submissions only match - anything goes. As soon as that fact registers so to does another stomp, and another, then another, and once again his legs are hiked in the air. This time the Artist of Atrocities has other plans; ones that will once and for all put to bed the myth that he is just a mindless brute. Nicholas harkens back to the slew of instructional videos he watched on YouTube the night before, the ones detailing how to apply various cool looking submission holds, and commences his interpretation of them. As you would expect, it is instant fail. Carson becomes confused quickly, his mind putting together different parts of different holds from completely different videos, finally culminating in him making an ass out of himself.

"Hahaha what a fucking idiot. I don't know what the hell he is trying to do, but I hope I get to see this on YouTube after tonight."
"You should be ashamed of yourself. The man clearly has mental troubles and you mock him!"

Ah, but ole Nicky Boy, like all evil geniuses, has a contingency plan in place. He pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pants pocket, unfolds it, then places it on the mat and examines the data studiously while he cluelessly fumbles with Dwight's legs. It's a "how to" step-by-step drawing on how to implement a Figure Four, a poor drawing at that. The cameraman lets everyone in on what is happening and the fans roar with laughter. Nicky Boy becomes red faced from embarrassment and discards his plans, but too much time has lapsed and has allowed the South Australian to formulate a plan of his own. A up-kick to the chin later and Carson is back on the defensive, timbering against the ropes in a stupor. Dwight ambles to his vertical base and makes a mad dash at his foe but Nick snaps back to life and makes a run at him as well. The 31 year old rookie won't be denied this time and takes his spoil by the waist, low and base, and spikes him on the mat with a Spine Buster that rattles the ring and shakes the ropes.

Brighton's Brightest immediately takes to the outside in a fit, intending to use the rules (or lack thereof) to his advantage. He makes a run at Lizzie Morna who, having seen this same scenario a million times before, has already stood up and folded the chair for him to use. She hands it to him and he returns to find the Mauler up and about. WHACK! A warm jolt of pain shoots up Nicky's back from the shot. It doesn't have the desired effect though. Slowly, Carson turns toward the weak chair swinger, his face quiet and a curious look in his eyes, eyes like the timeless eyes of a statue. Nicky seems almost offended at the lack of effort in the swing of chair. Dwight inches over his own thoughts like a measuring worm and decides to take another crack at it. WHACK! This time he goes low with it, ripping the Mauler's base out from under him with a nasty shot to the knee. A multitude of shots come after it, each one targeting a different area of the anatomy and more furious and devastating than the previous, Dwight's eyes looking like lamps blaring up just before the oil is gone. Something dawns on him suddenly; he was sinking to Carson's level. Refusing to subject himself to that, the Aussie casts the mangled chair asunder and looks down at Nick Boy then looks around the ring. An epiphany pops into his head upon seeing one of the steel trees that helps hold the ring together.

He exits the ring whilst keeping Carson inside and busies himself pulling Nicky's body ribs first against the post. From there he secures him under the chin and by the legs and drops down.

"Dwight just wore Carson out with that chair and now has him in a Bow and Arrow type hold with the ring post."
"I'll give him points on his creativity but it's going to take more than that to topple Nicholas."

TBCB Dwight