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Champions Carnival Rumble
Two rings, 50 competitors (25 each), one survivor!

A rumble where all vacant singles titles are on the line by order of elimination, every elimination occurs when a competitor goes over the top rope and hits the floor. The sole survivor earns themselves the top-level championship on the line.
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Brandy Danielle
Jessi Sinclair
Micah
Kenzi
KD Feigel
Adam Kaos
Jonathan Kaos
Drake Nygma
Orphius Marius

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"The Kaos Effect"

A Roleplay for the Champions Carnival Rumble

[Scene opens inside the Kaos Dojo – a private gym in Orlando, Florida.]

The gym isn’t the flashy, polished kind. No, this place is a battleground. The faint scent of sweat and leather lingers in the air, the walls adorned with posters of classic wrestling moments, including Kid Kaos' own legendary death-defying stunts. In the center of the ring stands Kid Kaos (KD Feigel)—the anarchic high-flyer, the man who defies gravity for fun, pacing like a caged animal.

On the apron sit Jonathan and Adam Kaos, the Kaos Twins—two mirror images of destruction, their arms folded as they listen intently. At ringside, their ever-calculating manager, Abbie Kaos, leans against the ropes, her clipboard in hand, adjusting her glasses as she studies notes.

The Champions Carnival Rumble. Fifty competitors. One winner. March 17th in Boston.

KD Feigel (Kid Kaos):

“Alright, listen up, ya little lunatics. This ain't just any ol' match. This is THE Champions Carnival Rumble. Fifty bodies in that ring, and only one of 'em gets to stand tall at the end. Now, I know what you're thinkin’—‘Kaos runs through our veins, we were born for this kinda fight.’ And you ain’t wrong. But this ain't about just surviving, this is about owning that damn ring. You hear me?”

Jonathan Kaos:

“Loud and clear, KD.” [Cracks his knuckles, a wicked grin forming.] “We cause Kaos everywhere we go. But fifty guys? That’s a lot of bodies to toss out.”

Adam Kaos:

“Yeah, but who cares? The more, the better. We thrive in chaos.” [Laughs, rolling his shoulders.] “Besides, with three of us in there, we’ve got better odds than most.”

Abbie Kaos:

“Exactly, and that’s what I wanted to discuss.” [She flips a page on her clipboard, her eyes sharp behind her glasses.] “Numbers don’t lie. Statistically speaking, a wrestler’s chances of winning a battle royal increase significantly when they have allies. But here’s the catch: only one of you can win. So the question is, how do we handle that when the time comes?”

Kid Kaos:

“Oh, we’ll get to that. But first, let’s talk about how we even get to that point. ‘Cause let’s be real—forty-seven other dudes are gonna be tryin’ to dump our asses over that top rope. We gotta work together until it’s just us.”

THE STRATEGY

Abbie Kaos:

“Exactly. So here’s the breakdown.” [Adjusts her glasses, tapping her clipboard.] “First off, spacing. You two—” [Points at Jonathan and Adam.] “—stick close. No separating unless it’s absolutely necessary. KD, you’re different. You move too fast, and you’re unpredictable. That works to your advantage, but it also makes you a target. So, we use that.”

Kid Kaos:

“Ahhh, you want me to be the bait?” [Smirks, tapping his chest.] “The ol’ ‘distract ‘em with my aerial insanity while the Twins clean house’ routine, huh?”

Abbie Kaos:

“Precisely.” [Smirks.] “No one expects a guy who spends more time in the air than on the ground to last in a Rumble. But that’s where you prove ‘em wrong. Dodge, weave, make ‘em waste their energy trying to get you. Meanwhile, the Twins play wrecking crew.”

Jonathan Kaos:

“So we’re the muscle, you’re the distraction. I like it.”

Adam Kaos:

“And when it comes down to just us?”

Kid Kaos:

“Then we fight. No holdin’ back. No bullsht. We settle it the way it should be—Kaos style.”

THE THREATS

Abbie Kaos:

“I like the confidence, but let’s not ignore the competition.” [Flips a page.] “We’ve got some serious threats in this thing. I’m talking former world champions, deathmatch psychos, powerhouse brawlers, and even a few sneaky little weasels who’ll stab you in the back the second they can.”

Jonathan Kaos:

“Names.”

Abbie Kaos:

“Alright. First, the big one—Damien Kostich. Former two-time world champion elsewhere. over seven feet, built like a tank. If we don’t team up to get him out early, he’ll be a nightmare in the final stretch.”

Adam Kaos:

“Easy. We chop the tree down. Hit him low, wear him out.”

Abbie Kaos:

“Then there’s Eric Herrera—lucha legend. Fast as hell, just like KD, but sneakier. He’ll be looking to use momentum to his advantage. Watch for him.”

Kid Kaos:

“Pfft, I invented flipping off things recklessly. He can try, but he won’t out-air me.”

Abbie Kaos:

“And then there’s the wildcard—Mike Dimter. No alliances, no morals. He’ll throw his own mother out if it means he wins.”

Jonathan Kaos:

“So he dies first.” [Grins darkly.]

Kid Kaos:

“See, that’s the spirit! Ain’t nobody gonna stop Kaos when we’re in sync.”

THE ENDGAME

Abbie Kaos:

“Alright, so let’s say we get past all these obstacles. Let’s say it’s just the three of you in the final three. What happens then?”

Kid Kaos:

“Then we do what we do best.” [Cracks his neck, grinning.] “We let Kaos decide.”

Jonathan Kaos:

“No holding back?”

Kid Kaos:

“Nope. No alliances. No brotherhood. Just pure, unfiltered Kaos.”

Adam Kaos:

“Now that… that sounds fun.”

Abbie Kaos:

“As long as you three understand that, I have no problem with it.” [Adjusts her glasses.] “But no matter what, one of us is walking out of Boston with that victory. That’s the mission.”

Kid Kaos:

“Damn right. March 17th, we turn that Rumble into a Kaos playground. And when the dust settles, one of us—one of us—is gonna be standing tall. The world better be ready.”

FADE TO BLACK.

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