Redeeming... (O2A)

[newstar]

After some commercials had faded out, the picture viewed back to the ring of the Red, White & Bruised PPV. Inside the ring was one Mike Adams, who had lost his debut match on the previous Full Throttle. Adams was sitting in the middle of the ring, relaxed on a steel chair whilst his entrance theme, "Days of Deliverance" by Anterior was finishing off. It seemed that Adams made his way down to the ring during the commercials. As the music died down, there was a humble silence. Not many people had seen him, so knowing how to react to this unknown individual was widespread. After a couple of seconds, with a microphone in hand, Adams raised it close to his mouth, ready to speak to the paying crowd.

"Now, as quite a few of you know, I debuted at the previous Full Throttle, sadly losing to the man known as Jason Arielle..."

Adams was cut off by the sudden burst of cheers for the guy. Angered slightly by this, Adams snapped back at the audience.

"Shut the hell up!"

This immediately led to an upmost reaction of boos and jeers. Not caring at all what those in the crowd thought of him, Adams continued on.

"Now, you will all wonder why the hell I am sitting firmly in the middle of this ring. Well, I shall tell you. I am challenging anyone backstage there to a match, which shall be my redemption of my previous failure. To make sure that I gain the match I deserve, I will not be moving from this spot at all, until I obtain a worthy or worthless challenger."

This little speech angered the crowd slightly, knowing that Adams would be wasting valuable time just to get a match he craved for. Lowering the microphone, Adams folded his arms and stared at the stage area, awaiting a person or persons to step out onto the stage and challenge him.

[carnage]

Ironman plays as Carnage comes out from backstage. Carnage obviously still in a good mood with how his matches have turned out. The crowd cheers as he makes his way down to the ring. Once in the ring he grabs a mic and raises it when the crowd quiets down.

So you're not moving from that spot until someone answers your challenge. Well you can move from that spot since I'm out here to accept. I see that you didn't have the most successful debut but then again you did take on Jason. He's considered one of APW's better guys. Me however I'm not. Not yet anyways. So what do you say we have ourselves a match.

I mean it's simple. I let you choose the match type. You choose it. Later we both come down to this ring. I kick your ass. I walk backstage and enjoy another victory moving closer to being at the top of the food chain. So pick the match. I'd suggest keep it simple with a normal match up but that's only my opinion.

[newstar]

Whilst satisfied that someone eventually took the courage to accept his challenge, Adams was slightly disillusioned by who had challenged him. What the **** is he wearing!?

"Let me ask you this... is it Carnage? Yeah, it is. Anyway, let me ask you this. Were you an awful fashion designer in a previous life?"

People in the audience immediately caught on to what Adams was doing and immediately booed. Insulting others was not a good way to appease the crowd either.

"Nevermind, don't answer that. So you proposed that I choose the match, eh? Well, I don't prefer those kinds of matches where you can end up giving your opponent a nasty bloodbath, and I'm sure you don't want it to happen to you, so... a single 1v1 match it is."

[carnage]

Carnage laughs. So this guy was going to insult him because of what he wore.

Dude, I don't even know why you bother insulting how I dress. I mean it's not like my clothes are going to wrestle you or they'll affect whether I win. You should be more concerned with whether you'll be able to beat me. I mean so far it looks more like I would beat you. And if insulting my clothes is the best you can come up with, I suggest you find someone to help you with your insults since that was just pathetic. but you got it mixed up. I don't want to be responsible for costing APW one of their superstars. That's why I don't want a special match. Might upset one of the Angels if I was responsible for an injury to you.

[newstar]

"...Injure me?"

Did this guy just threaten me with an injury!? Carnage's last comment was enough to force Adams to remove himself from the steel chair he occupied. Taking a few steps forward, a rough estimate would say that there was a two-foot distance between Adams and Carnage. Raising the microphone once again, Adams spoke with a more serious tone.

"Let me tell you a story, kiddo. Once apon a time, there was a rookie wrestler, who after winning top gold, developed a taste to keep it at all costs. During one defense, this rookie was put into a hardcore match to defend his title. Finding his weapon of choice, which turned out to be a Baseball Bat, this rookie turned into a monster of Hardcore, even going psycho enough to name the bat "Basham". Victims were left with broken legs, broken arms and broken spirits, realising the bad career move they just chose. Now, the moral of the story? Piss off the guy, deal with the beast."

Throughout that little tale, Adams developed an intense look, staring straight into the eyes of Carnage. Taking a step back, Adams picked up the steel chair he rested on and folded it back up, making it an available weapon.

"Now, I suggest you get the **** out of this ring, go backstage and prepare for our match, unless you want your taste of defeat to get worse than it already will be."

Adams was not afraid to get down and dirty if needed.

[carnage]

Carnage smirks at what Adams does. Before raising his mic, he goes over to a turnbuckle leaning against it as he lets out a yawn.

Piss off you and deal with teh beast huh? You'll break bones with a baseball bat? Well it's obvious to me that we have someone who thinks it takes talent to take someone out with a weapon. Here, why don't you lean against the turnbuckle post and give me the chair and we'll see how hard it is to injure someone with weapon.

I mean what kind of beast are we talking about here? A rabbit? I mean seriously that's all you're looking like to me right now. See those without power like to boast about power they don't have. Those with true power don't like to boast about it. And after your match with Jason I really don't see this beast you keep talking about. But hey, since I'm such a nice guy, if you're only as vicious as a rabbit I'll go easy on you. How's that sound? Sounds like a deal to me.

Carnage lowers the mic with the smirk still on his face as he waits to see what Adams says or does in response.

[newstar]

**THE FOLLOWING IS DONE WITH PERMISSION**

All this taunting done by Carnage was burning Adams' fuse very quickly. At this point, Adams wanted to tear this guy a new orifice right now, rather than later. However, an evil and malicious thought quickly spread throughout Adams mind. Once he thought of a plan, the guy would stick with it. Approaching Carnage at the turnbuckle, Adams got close enough to almost be right in Carnage's face. He then raised the microphone to mouth level again, ready to speak.

"You want to find out what the beast is? Let's see."

Taking a step back, Adams soon turns around slowly to his left, as if he was about to exit the ring. However, in a quick flash, Adams threw the chair straight at Carnage. Luckily for him, Carnage was able to catch the chair, but unfortunately he was unable to notice Adams immediately following up with a Dropkick that had serious airtime on it. Adams thrusted both of his feet into the chair. Unable to react in time, Carnage and the chair made vicious contact. As Adams dropped to the floor, he immediately got back up. The result of the attack? A highly dazed Carnage, walking away from the turnbuckle in an almost trance-like state. As forceful as the impact was, Carnage was still able to stand. Not accepting the state he's in, Adams immediately tackles Carnage to the mat, and delivers a flurry of fists to the gut and face of Carnage. Despite the punishment, one of the punches Adams threw knocked Carnage out of his daze. Using his bigger frame, Carnage was able to throw off Adams. In quick succession, Carnage mounted Adams and threw his own fury of punches. Connecting a few blows, Adams used all of his strength to push off Carnage. He succeeded in doing so. Taking the opportunity, Adams quickly rolled out of the ring and staggered back up the ramp, holding his jaw in pain. He looked on at Carnage, standing tall in the middle of the ring. Using his free hand, Adams pointed out at Carnage and shouted out one little sentence, barely audible to the audience.

"YOU'RE DEAD, CARNAGE!"

[carnage]

Carnage gets up as Adams rolls out of the ring. Carnage grabs a mic as he grabs his jaw. Damn, that guy was tricky.

You're ass is mine now. And if that was the best you can do, then you're in trouble since now you're starting to annoy me. Come our match, you'll have nowhere to run that I won't be able to get to. I'll see your ass at Red, White, and Bruised.

Ironman plays as Carnage makes his exit through the crowd occasionally grabbing his jaw.