The first life Carnage Wilson took was that of her own mother while being born on the back of her father's tour bus. Carnage was shunned by her drug and alcohol addicted father, Brian Wilson. With no mother, she was forced to raise herself on the hippie filled streets of California. As she saw her father and half-sisters become hugely famous and successful, her heart grew cold.

It became increasingly difficult to "hold on for one more day" until one sunny day in November; while dumpster diving in a North Hollywood alley, she came across a pair of old skates. Armed with eight wheels and an avid hate for all humanity, she skated her way across the USA killing anyone who dared cross her path and leaving a trail of blood in her wake.

With the feds hot on her heels, she knew she needed to find a place where she would be safe and under their radar. She also needed a place where she could continue to rough some bitches up. After holding up a Cicero convenience store, she ducked into the middle of a WCR bout to hide. The moment she saw The Fury skate their way to victory, she knew she had found her haven. Now whenever you see a pile of injured and bloody skaters on the track, you know the wrath of Carnage Wilson has been there.