Salvation 152 (05.09.21)

[Donnie]

Preshow

Emily Simms vs Felicity Day
Independent wrestler, Felicity Day, made her debut for Redemption on a pay per appearance deal. She had a good showing, but ultimately, Simms dominated the match, finishing off Day with an avalanche neckbreaker to get the three count.

Power House vs Seven Levels of Payne
Power House got off to a strong, early start in the match, but ultimately the combination of the power of Seven and the speed of Scarlett proved to be too much. In the end, Seven and Scarlett hit Seven Star Adrenaline Rush to finish off Power House and pick up the win.

Cash Money Segment
Cash Money cut a backstage segment saying they want to be in the mix for the tag titles. The crowd really got into this fun promo.

Draco Dragotta vs Izzy High
Draco dominated the friend of Johnny Payne to a fairly easy win, that saw him win by submission when Izzy tapped out to Dragotta Method

The Filibuster

Lights in the arena flash. “Champion” by Grinspoon begins to play over the sound system, and the words “Good Enough isn’t - Perfect Is!” flashes onto the big screen. The crowd lets out a deafening boo.

Stephen Rawlings quickly enters and makes his way to the ring. He snatches the microphone from the Ring Announcer, and then climbs into the ring.

Stephen Rawlings: Go ahead…. Boo…. Boo like you saw your fat ugly significant other who you are no longer happy with and wish you could fuck ANYONE else in the world so you don’t have to touch them ever again, shitting after Chipotle. Let it out….

The boos continue.

Stephen Rawlings: It doesn’t bother me one bit. I have all night. I have nothing to do tonight. I am perfectly OK with standing in this ring so you guys have to sit in those beer drenched seats all night and not see some mediocre at best wrestling tonight.

The boos start to fade.

Stephen Rawlings: But mediocre booking is the best Commish La Chance can do. Mediocre is the best talent she can find to put in the ring with yours truly… And the Commish is the exact reason I am out here tonight. She has committed three horrendous crimes, and I am out here tonight ready to make her pay for them… Crime number one.... She was born. She is a grotesque, horrible, freak of nature… Boring, ugly, and dumb as a rock. The fact that she wasn’t smothered in her sleep as a child was a disservice to her by her parents. She is a waste of earth’s limited space and I, for one, would pay out of pocket to send her in a rocket to space, so she can stop sucking up valuable air that the rest of us could breathe.

The crowd breaks into boos again.

Stephen Rawlings: OH COME ON! You can’t all be on her side! What has she done that any of you would care about? She’s not a wrestler, she's a waste of space, and she's not even a good Commissioner! Which is her number two crime. Last week, when an emergency stopped the show, she was not in her office, nor anywhere to be found. A commissioner should be there for her employees. She was out getting her weekly bikini wax or some other equally stupid woman thing… Not here when it counts. She needs to be stripped of her duties immediately… Not that she does them anyway… That’s her third crime I am charging her with tonight…. And it is the most atrocious one yet. This is the third Goddamn week of Redemption restarting and the fucking bitch still hasn’t booked me in a match. You can believe that? Me… The greatest wrestler this company has ever seen. Me, the greatest Redemption champion…. And you have all been cheated out of your 120 dollar annual fees. By the lack of me. The lack of seeing my greatness in this ring. The greatness that is single handedly responsible for the most recent spike is Amazon Prime subscriptions… I am glad you all recognize how irresistible I am and signed up for it. Now, if this horrid, horrible woman would just do her damn job and give you all what you want, there’d be no more problems… Well have no fear… I can fix this… I am not a cop, nor a judge… That was a different wrestling team a long, long time ago… What I am is persistent… And I will not leave this ring tonight until someone comes out and wrestles me. So someone...Anyone… Get your ass down here and give this crowd what they want… Me kicking your ass!

He motions for the ref.

Stephen Rawlings: Get your ass in here. You got a job to do.

The ref reluctantly slides into the ring.

Stephen Rawlings: I’m waiting! Fuck, I can do this all night if I need to.

Stephen slides out of the ring and pushes an audience member off their chair and then steals it. He slides it into the ring, and then sits on it in the center of the ring.

Stephen Rawlings: Really? No one has the balls to come out here and fight me? Fine… What? Do I need to follow filibuster rules or something? ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA… To Be or Not to be… That is the question…. Twinkle twinkle little star…. Now I wonder where ANYONE FUCKING IS?!

He stands up and kicks the chair away.

Stephen Rawlings: Jesus Christ … This is a fucking wrestling company… Why does no one want to fucking wrestle?! I don’t fucking care who right now! I’ll even take a girl at this point! You don’t fucking understand what this not wrestling is doing to my reputation. I haven’t been able to show how great I am… And I am not in the Power Rankings. Me… Who should realistically be number one every week, isn’t even on the list but that fucking cunt won’t book me… But I’m booked right now SO someone fucking come and lose to me already!

There is a murmur in the crowd as Lyric is seen moving towards the ring. She quietly slips in and grabs Stephen from behind.

Stephen Rawlings: What the hell?

She rolls him up for a quick pin. The ref drops down to count….1….2….3!!!!

He motions for the bell, and it rings. Stephen forces himself out of the pin, forcing Lyric off of him, He gets to his feet to try and grab her, but she slides out before he can. She starts backing up the ramp, staring at Stephen with a smile. Livid, Stephen naturally grabs the mic again.

Stephen Rawlings: What the fuck, Lyric! I asked for a Goddamn match, not a cheap trick pin… What the fuck does that prove to anyone? Why the fuck are YOU getting involved anyway? This has nothing to do with you! Teresa is my target here, not you… Well… You weren’t. Now you are…

She continues to smile as she walks up the ramp, her eyes never leaving his.

Stephen Rawlings: Go to the back and prepare to lose your precious title… I hate the fact you have to lose it to a girl because the title should belong to a real competitor, a real wrestler…. But anyone is better than your schizophrenic ass. And I promise you…. I guarandamntee I will make sure of it too… That is a Stephen Rawlings promise and I never break a promise.

He drops his mic and the two stare as the camera fades.

One True Champion

Cutting away from Rawlings, the scene shifts seamlessly to the dressing room of Christian Dement. The former World Champion is seated in a plush black leather high back chair. He’s got on a navy blue shirt with a black leather jacket on over it. In his hand is the Redemption World Championship belt he took from Jason Sandman the week before. As the camera pulls in tight on Dement, he starts to speak.

Christian Dement: Last week, after I again got the better of Sandman, I took this for myself. I’ve seen the talk on the dirt sheets, listened to the podcasts, and noticed the feed onTwitter. It’s being referred to as “The Heist”. How the hell is it a heist, and how stupid are all of you? This belt that I was never defeated for, I was stripped of the belt. I wasn’t stripped because I violated any rules or refused to defend the belt. I wasn’t injured. I was stripped over fucking money, nothing less and nothing more.

Dement knocks on the plate of the championship.

Christian Dement: This belt is still rightfully mine. On paper and paper only, Sandman is a champion. Reality of it is, I’m still the rightful World Champion, and until Sandman beats me, that’s just the way things are. So I’m sure he’s gonna give some heart to heart about my theft of “his” belt. Do I look like I care? If Jason Sandman wants this belt, this belt right here.

Dement holds up the belt.

Christian Dement: Then there’s one way he can get it back, and one way only. He can either pin me or make me tap out in the ring. Anything less is unacceptable. And who are we kidding? This is Jason Sandman and unless he can bring barbed wire or spikes to the ring, he can’t pin me or submit me. So his crowning achievement is null and void. So Redemption, meet your one true champion.

Dement arrogantly smiles at the camera as it pulls back and then cuts away.

Proactive

The cameras cut to a dark room. There are a few candles emitting light. The camera pans around a little when Jake Mason steps out from the shadows and begins to speak.

Jake Mason: There comes a time when we have to decide what our goals should be. Are they obtainable? Is it worth it to even try and obtain them. In the case of Casey Holliday, I can safely say that no, it is not worth it. You see, when one seeks revenge, they have already lost. One must be proactive. One must find success. You were chosen by the master, Casey, because quite frankly, you just aren’t proactive. You wait until your back is against the wall before you react. When you do react, it is already too late. You tried to take me out last week. You hit your beloved Stock Plunge, but you let your pride get the better of you and you didn’t pay attention to who else was around. Now you have another failure. A failure that I get to live in. Live in and feel the accolades of The Master. We will have our time in the ring, Casey. You will have another chance to get your sweet revenge, but tonight. Tonight is a moment that has been in my focus since I appeared in this timeline. Tonight, the champion falls.

Jake Mason stares directly into the camera.

Jake Mason: From what I can understand, Jason Sandman has always been a man who feels that he can do as he wishes. As I have tried to teach, that is not the case. Free will is, but an illusion you are taught to keep you from finding one's true self. Jason Sandman, I am sure you will sit back and tell me how you will inflict pain on me, but that means little to nothing to me. Do your worst and I shall just return to my time and come back to this primitive land anew. I will have Christian Dement at ringside with me. The man who has twice proven your unworthiness. Tonight I will complete your destruction. You will fall, Jason. You will fall.

With that Jake Mason disappears into the darkness.

Azurine Vebbins vs. Tiffany Dixie

The show transitions into the Redemption studio for the first match of the night. Adam Lowe, the Salvation host, is standing next to the 4K monitor. The blonde headed man flashes that million dollar smile at the camera.

Adam Lowe: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Salvation 152. It’s time for our first match of the night. This match features two newcomers to Redemption in both of their debuts. It’s the former cheerleader turned wrestler, Tiffany Dixie, along with her manager, Jackson Bronson, as she squares off against Azurine Vebbins, housewife turned professional wrestler who has a bit of the nerd thing going her way, along with her in-ring ability.

Adam Lowe: This match had an odd start to it. Tiffany Dixie, shortly after the bell rang, stepped to the middle of the ring and started a variation of the “U-G-L-Y, YOU AIN’T GOT NO ALIBI” cheer, directing her mean girl energies at Vebbins. The crowd took this queue to quickly turn against Dixie, booing her as she brought down good heel heat, but she seemed not to care, trying to get into Vebbins’ head. Vebbins, after hearing the cheer, started to cheer herself while doing a mom dance, her cheer “SHUSH HER TUSH”. The crowd got a laugh out of these, then turning it into rival cheers, with the crowd booing the Dixie cheer, while chanting the Vebbins cheer along with her. Eventually, Dixie used this catering to her advantage, and hit a cheap shot to the eyes to actually start the match and take an early advantage. Dixie dominated the biggest portion of this match while Vebbins struggled to get her footing due to the constant distractions from Jackson Bronson everytime she gained any kind of momentum, though this all put the crowd squarely behind Vebbins as the crowd continued to turn more and more against Dixie the more she used the underhanded tactics. Given this, let’s take things down to the ring for the finish to this match.

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Dixie has Vebbins in the corner. She goes to the opposite corner and then runs at her, going for a running corner facebuster, but Vebbins moves out of the way and counters the move with a standing drop kick, as Dixie stumbles into the corner.

JJ Adams: Great awareness by the rookie Vebbins, turning Dixie’s misstep into an offensive opportunity.

Jayden Skiles: Dixie doesn’t look like she feels like cheering anymore, huh?

Vebbins backs up, then runs to the corner and hits an elbow smash to the face of Dixie, steps back, lets Dixie fall into her, then hits a crucifix DDT into a pin.

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...2
..Dixie kicks out.

JJ Adams: Kickout by Dixie!

Vebbins is hyped up now. She starts raising her arm and the hot crowd starts chanting “SHUSH HER TUSH” as she moves away from Dixie following the kick out. Vebbins moves in on Dixie, slides around her, and hits her with a half nelson suplex. Again, she goes for the pin.

...1
...2
..Bronson puts her foot on the ropes breaking the pinfall.

JJ Adams: Another save by Bronson keeps Dixie in this a little longer.

Jayden Skiles: I didn’t see him do anything, JJ. He’s just keeping her motivated, nothing wrong with that.

Johnson McConnell: Yeah, he “motivated” her by putting her foot on the ropes. This match should be over.

Vebbins glares at Bronson and steps over to the ropes. She leans over it and starts to shout at Bronson about his constant interference and breaking the last pin attempt. Bronson gives it right back while the referee tries to gain control.

As all this is going on, Dixie is able to pull herself up to her feet. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits. Bronson takes his queue once Dixie is in place and backs away. As he does, Vebbins turns around and walks towards the corner, unaware that Dixie is perched and waiting. Then Dixie leaps and hits a diving corkscrew stunner.

JJ Adams: Sonic Boom by Dixie! This could be all she wrote!

Dixie goes for the cover and the referee counts.

...1
...2
...3!!

The referee calls for the bell.

Trinity Nicole: Winner of this match, TIFFANY DIXIE!!

Dixie, now on her feet, gives a sneer of disgust at Vebbins. As Bronson climbs in the ring to celebrate with her, “Inaugural” by CFO plays. Dixie, to add insult to injury, takes her pom-poms that Bronson was holding for her during the match, and lays them on the chest of Vebbins before making her exit, leaving Vebbins laying in the middle of the ring.

[Donnie]

Hello Chicago

Following the ending to the Azurine Vebbins and Tiffany Dixie match, a short commercial for the Rise Again tour plays. After returning from the commercial, “It's My Life” by Plasmatics plays. The fans in Oklahoma jump to their feet and go nuts cheering as Rosie Sinn steps into the arena. She goes to one side of the ramp, and then the other, bobbing her head and jumping around as she works the crowd into a frenzy. Then she sprints down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope. She goes to the far turnbuckle and jumps to the top rope. She holds up the devil horns, bobs her head, then hops off and grabs the microphone from the canvas.

Rosie Sinn: Hello, Chicago, I love you!!

The crowd pops at Rosie’s gimmick of calling them the wrong city. Rosie smiles and waits for the crowd to calm down before addressing them.

Rosie Sinn: This was scheduled to be an interview backstage with Suzy Donnelly, but I had to come out here and speak directly to this great live crowd.

The crowd pops again and starts chanting “Queen of Punk”.

Rosie Sinn: You know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Though lately, your girl has been going through a lot. A couple of weeks ago, I reacted badly to a time limit draw. I disrespected Scarlett in a moment of weakness and you all still stuck with me. Last week, we had things hashed out, or thought we did anyway, but things spilled over into our match, got out of hand, and it cost our team the match. For that, I apologize to both you, the fans, and the duo of Jason Sandman and Casey Holliday. That wasn’t very punk of me.

The crowd chants “You’re For-given”.

Rosie Sinn: This is why I hate interviews. It doesn't let me have this intimate time with you. But back on track. Later tonight, Scarlett and I are having a sit down with Teresa LaChance to air out our grievances with each other and try to resolve this. All this isn’t why I’m out here tonight though. I’m out here because in the main event tonight, your girl has a chance to become the new Television Champion.

The crowd pops again.

Rosie Sinn: This moment is why I came to Redemption. This is my chance to finally transcend the tag team division in a national company, climb that mountain, and etch my name in history alongside the many great names in Redemption History. Lyric, you're a crazy bitch, you’ve had a helluva title run, one day shy of nine months. I got mad respect for ya, but this is my time. This is the Era of Punk, and my ascension. Sorry, but I’m here to take that belt off ya, and you know why?

She holds the microphone out and the crowd yells her catchphrase back at her.

Crowd: That’s punk!!!

Rosie smiles and drops the microphone. “It’s My Life” plays again. Rosie plays to the crowd as the camera transitions away.

Make No Mistake

The camera opens on an empty hallway in the arena.

Trixie Decker: [off camera] Okay. I did not expect this.

Trixie Decker looks into the camera from stage left, seemingly confused, then walks into view further. She is wearing her Dominion belt.

Trixie Decker: Seriously, I was just there to show I could work, y'know? This?! (points to belt) This wasn't s'posed to happen. Don't get me wrong. I ain't complaining. But I seriously assumed it would be on Emily's waist, not mine. Like... how?!

Trixie strokes her hair, still surprised.

Trixie Decker: Well, that's last week. This week, I'm facing Arley Kirk again, one of the lovely entities I faced last week for this gold. Let me tell you somethin'. Arley don't screw around. Every inch of her tiny frame is full of nothing but fight. Relentless, nonstop, ultra-violent fight.

A huge smile spreads across Trixie's face.

Trixie Decker: And I absolutely love every bit of it. We got to chat a little bit on Twitter this past week and, I ain't lying, Arley's my kind of crazy. Everything about her is awesome. And that's the sort of person I love fighting.

Trixie shrugs.

Trixie Decker: I know. In wrestling, you're s'posed to run your opponent down. Talk about how they're not worthy of your ring time, how everyone's below you because you're the best, an unstoppable force of sheer brutality. But I hate that crap. And Arley doesn't deserve to be talked about like that, either. She deserves respect.

Trixie steps closer to the camera.

Trixie Decker: Arley, make no mistake. I'm under no illusions that you're going to make this match easy on me. And, frankly, if I thought you were, I'd be pissed off. I expect to walk away from this ring bleeding, aching, and barely in one piece. 'Cuz that's how I plan on making you walk away, too. Now I know some of you are thinking, "Really? That's how you treat someone you like?" And I get it, I really do. It's always surprising to see someone out there that really knows how to treat a lady. Arley, I'm looking forward to our ring date. I'd say I want it to be special, but with us there, how can it be anything but?

Trixie blows a kiss as the camera fades to black.

Fakk Adversity!

The fans erupt as the camera zooms in and they see the words "FAKK ADVERSITY" spray painted in bright pink letters on the back of a spiky leather jacket on the big screen. They get even louder as AK suddenly turns on her heels with a rustling of chains.

Arley Kirk: YUH, OKLAHOMA!

Crowd: YUH, GRRRL!

The fans seem hot, yet they definitely start to respond differently when Arley bursts into high pitched maniacal laughter for zero apparent reason. She does finally compose herself. As much as AK can contain herself, that is.

Arley Kirk: Ahahaha. Unreal. Of all the things!

Arley shakes her head and "tsks" as she paces in the hall, swinging a chain which hangs from her entrance jacket as she goes.

Arley Kirk: A punch in the throat. Hahaha. Holy shiz, man. I mean, good on ya, Emily. I din't know you had it in ya! I'ma award ya top marks in treachery, but a D- at best when it comes to wisdom! I'm fakkin' bein' generous here, yo!

Arley begins to laugh uproariously once more. The crowd break out in laughter themselves as she cuts it short all of a sudden and a serious scowl crosses her face.

Arley Kirk: This ridiculous grudge you're holding on to totally got ya far, din't it? You messed me up, and Decker fakkin' pulled the rug out from under your dumb ass, becoming the inaugural Dominion champion!

The fans cheer loud for this statement. Trixie Decker is definitely quite the fan favorite.

Arley Kirk: I wanted that title, you betch. I had the damn thing WON. I am far from finished with you, Emily Simms. You'd best believe it.

Arley points to the camera with authority. Her eyes narrow and the scowl deepens, but all of a sudden? Thumbs up and classic AK goofy grin!

Arley Kirk: Nuh. Nuff bout choo! There's more pressing matters at hand. Like...HEYLO, Trixeh!!

Another pop from the crowd as AK grins sideways and raises an eyebrow.

Arley Kirk: How good of you to have me as your very first attempt at keepin' that luscious lookin' hardware! I'm actually kinda honored, y'know?

AK makes with the heart hands real quick before continuing.

Arley Kirk: Now, while the body of this match is promising to be fakkin' BERSERK in the name of BERSERK, I ain't all on the up and up on what ya poison is, exactly. But hey, it don't matter when I'ma just snatch the beaker and pour it back down ya throat, aye!

Arley chuckles and holds up her hands as she receives a 'woooahh' response..

Arley Kirk: Hey, hey. It's just my nature, y'all. This be what I do. Y'all gon' find out tonight exactly why I'm the Michigan Miracle! The Angel faced assassin! The fakkin' Suicide Blonde!

Arley seemingly effortlessly runs up the wall and backflips to her feet with an ominous rattle from her jacket, and there's another pop as AK runs up the other wall and nails a twisting cartwheel/moonsault combination and then turns back to the camera, chest heaving in and out with exhilaration.

J.J: Kirk really does have more energy than she seems to know what to do with!

Arley Kirk: Trixie. I like ya. But you got something I want, woman. This ain't personal. This is just the crazy Coyote fillin' her void. Literally can't contain myself no longer, so I'ma amscray y'all!

Arley marches down the hall with her arms spread out wide. "FAKK ADVERSITY" is ever more poignant from this angle.

Arley Kirk (after a coyote howl): C'MON REDEMPTION WRASSLIN', LET'S GET TO THIS GOTDANG MATCH ALREADY!!

The camera swipes and cuts back to the desk amidst much fanfare.

J.J: AK really pumped this place up! Trixie Decker! Arley Kirk! Dominion title on the line, and we're gonna catch it SOON!

Bonkers for Burberry

We are opened to a view of a teahouse that has slowly become very familiar over the past few weeks of Redemption programming, and it doesn’t take too long for the two men who form the tag team of Henhouse Slaughter to appear in the view. The brawn of the team, Eddie Penbrook, and the brains, Rupert E. Fox. The pair are seated in a corner table, with Penbrook attempting to keep the animated Fox at bay.

Eddie: C’mon Rupert mate, I know the bloody yanks screwed us, but taking it out on the general public isn’t the right thing to do. We got them right where we wanted, and now at Salvation 152, you got the smaller guy one on one. And trust me when I say this mate, the tosser ain’t got jack shit on you.

Fantastic Mister Fox was less than fantastic figitating in the booth, his eyes darting about, spit flying as he spoke up.

Rupert: If you hadn’t taken my mobile, I would have told the bloody social media just what I think of Lord X and his antics! I would have made sure the bloody world knew that cheats like that are the very foundation of this corrupt country called United States of America and--

With a somewhat gentle smirk, Penbrook chuckled.

Eddie: And that, Rupert my lad, is why I took the phone. You don’t need to breach the terms of service and get banned on a global social media platform like Twitter, and over what? A bloody match, not worth it, mate.

Fox snarls at his friend.

Rupert: Easy for you to say, you weren’t the one taking the loss. These tossers can go out there bragging about beating us after making me look like a bastard pillock, I will do a bit more than beat Lord X, I will beat, pummel, stomp and downright kill the bugger in that ring!

Penbrook shakes his head a bit, glancing to his side as if noticing the camera for the first time. He smirks and shifts his posture a bit to face it.

Eddie: Hear that, Tiny X? You had a swell time grabbing my partner here by the tights. Ya bloody tosser really think that’s gonna work twice? Thus far I’ve been making sure my mate doesn’t over-extend himself in his… let’s say enthusiasm. But not Lord X? The bets are off and the laddies are out to play. What you pulled off at Salvation 151 was a cheeky, bloody move mate. But ever heard the old saying? “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me?” Well, I can tell you this much… back home in Slaughter, you learn from your mistakes or else. So while Rupert here will be kicking your ass from Paris to Berlin, I’ll be on the ringside herding your oversized troll of a partner like he was a sheep back home. I can guarantee that you’re gonna be on your own over there, Mr. X… You think you got what it takes?

Fox shakes his head chuckling.

Rupert: Ya know Edward. I should have known better. I should have bloody known better. It’s not enough to fly over to this country to “wrassle” with the locals, but of course they cheat, of course they bloody do, this whole country was founded by cheats, by criminals, by traitors, no wonder they left Empire’s embrace to be left to their own devices.

We see a cheeky grin from Penbrook.

Eddie: Easy there, Young Master Fox, it’s not like they are bloody Australians, are they?

Fox scoffs.

Rupert: No good, kangaroo fuckin’, boomerang sucking’, diddegrydoo-divin..’

Penbrook realizes this won’t end well and slams his meaty palm over Fox’s face to muffle the rest of the tirade.

Eddie: The views expressed are solely those of Lord Rupert. E. Fox and none of the United Kingdom’s or it’s commonwealths, especially her majesty, the Queen Lizzie.

He pulls his palm away and Fox glares at him with disgust.

Rupert: How dare you lay that mit on me!?

Eddie: Rupert, next time will be a punch. You can guarantee that it will be a one shot knockout too.

Grumbling, Fox glares at the camera.

Rupert: Lord X, you are a cheeky bugger, I don’t like you. I don’t like the expensive bloody suits you wear or that bloody Burberry scarf you wrap around your neck. It disgusts me so much that if you wear that around me and I get an opening, I will wrap it around your neck so bloody tight that I will choke you out with it and stuff it down your gullet. So to say that this match of ours will be a fair and honest contest between gentlemen, would be a bold faced lie. I am not looking to just win a match over you. I am looking to settle a score, that’s not just an idle threat sunshine, that is a bloody promise and unlike you yank cunts, we the English are true to our word.

He glares at the camera.

Rupert: What are you still doing here, mate? Looking for a snog or something, bugger off!

With that we cut off harshly.

Rupert E Fox vs Xander Maxwell

Adam Lowe is in the studio about to introduce the second match of the night, while the 4K monitor follows along with his commentary.

Adam Lowe: Our next match of the night is Rupert E Fox of Henhouse Slaughter facing off against Xander Maxwell of 2X. Last week, these two teams faced off against each other in a tag team match, as both made their in-ring debuts. That match saw 2X steal one away when Xander Maxwell held Fox’s tights for extra leverage, a move that went unnoticed by the Redemption referee.

Adam Lowe: This match saw, as you would expect, both men come out with their prospective tag team partners. While Fox spoke with his partner, Penbrook, to game plan, Maxwell started this match off by attacking Fox from behind with a club to the back of the neck. This underhanded move led to an early control of the match, Throughout the match, it seemed like Fox was always fighting from behind. Every time he’d mount some offense, some cheating tactic would give control back to Maxwell, the most common used move being Cross making an obvious case of trying to get involved to draw the attention of the referee, then Maxwell using everything at his disposal to use that distraction to his advantage. As the match started down the home stretch, Fox finally posted his big comeback, and this is where we take you to the action.

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Maxwell tries to recover from the dropkick. He gets back to a base and goes for a clothesline, but misses when Fox dodges it. Then Fox hits a flying forearm.

JJ Adams: Good counter by Fox.

Johnson McConnell: Someone’s definitely lit a fire under his ass in there. Amazing what happens when Maxwell can’t find a way to cheat.

Jayden Skiles: Hey, I maintain that if you’re not cheating, you’re not trying.

Johnson McConnell: That's one way to look at it.

Fox waits for his moment, then lands a jumping DDT.

JJ Adams: Fox is going to try to end it here, can he get the three count?

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...2
..Kickout.

JJ Adams: Maxwell just barely gets the shoulder up.

Fox isn’t deterred. He gets back up to his feet. Maxwell gets back up too, and pokes Fox in the eye. Then he hits a series of rights, backing him up into the corner. Maxwell starts to taunt the crowd, but then he gets slammed on the bridge of the nose from a headbutt at the hands of Fox.

JJ Adams: Maxwell’s own arrogance cost him there.

Johnson McConnell: It did. He chose to play to the crowd, and let a red-hot Fox take advantage of it.

Jayden Skiles: It was still entertaining though, and that’s what we want, is entertainment. Maxwell gets that.

Fox doesn’t waste a moment; he follows up the headbutt with a tilt a whirl facebreaker.

JJ Adams: See? Stars and Stripes.

Johnson McConnell: He does that move in such an impressive manner. I’ve seen that done a few times in my career, but never quite like Fox does it. I love it.

JJ Adams: Fox is going for the pin.

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...2
..Cross puts his foot on the ropes.

JJ Adams: Fox has his pin broke up from the outside.

Jayden Skiles: That’s called teamwork. These two men are like well-oiled machines out there and work well in harmony.

JJ Adams: Well-oiled or not, Penbrook doesn’t look happy.

Johnson McConnell: He wanted to let Fox do it on his own, but a man can only watch his partner go through so much before he has to throw down.

Penbrook, growing tired of the antics, goes at Cross, but the referee drops out of the apron and gets between the two men. An angry Eddie Penbrook argues with the referee, airing out all his grievances over the tactics used in the match.

Johnson McConnell: Oh no, this doesn’t look good.

JJ Adams: Cross has gotten into the ring.

With the referee arguing with Penbrook, Cross has climbed into the ring. Maxwell holds Fox by the arms. Cross charges at him, but at the last-minute Fox breaks loose and moves, and Cross levels his own partner with a clothesline. Then Cross looks confused when Fox hits him with a dropkick, the momentum taking Cross outside the ring.

JJ Adams: That seemed to have backfired on 2X. Let’s see if Fox can capitalize on it.

Penbrook, seeing what’s happening, finally walks away from the referee. The referee slides back into the ring. As he does, Maxwell is getting up, but Fox is ready. Fox catches him with a tiger driver.

JJ Adams: The Stripes Delight!! All that should be left is the counting!

Fox goes for the pin. As he does, Penbrook spears Cross on the outside to keep him from interfering in the pinfall. The referee counts.

…1
...2
...3!

JJ Adams: That’s it, this match is over.

Jayden Skiles: This is nonsense. How could those two tea and crumpet guys come away with this one. I mean, they don’t even know what real football is.

As the bell rings, the ring announcer announces the winner.

Trinity Nicole: The winner of this match, RUPER T E FOX!!!

The crowd pops. Fox and Penbrook back up the ramp together while 2X recover in the ring, angry, as the scene cuts away.

[Donnie]

Baby Carrot

The camera cuts to the backstage area of the Chesapeake Energy Arena. An angry Hungry Jack stomps through the halls. People scatter to avoid crossing the path of the walking man mountain.

Hungry Jack: Where's Chance Field?

As he continues storming through the backstage area, he grabs one of the crew by the shirt.

Hungry Jack: Chance Field, where is he?

The worker shakes his head letting Jack know he has no clue.

Hungry Jack: I know you're here somewhere, baby carrot!

He continues on his path, pushing open doors. His patience is being tested.

Hungry Jack: Coward!

As the search continues, Jack is approached by Toby Keller.

Toby Keller: You're looking for Chance Field right?

Hungry Jack: Where is he?

Toby Keller: I don't know, but I thought maybe you'd like to give him a message.

Jack grabs the microphone from the interviewer's hand.

Hungry Jack: I've competed most of my life. In all that time, I've played by the rules. Last week, I beat Chance Field fair and square. Instead of taking defeat like a man, Field showed he's nothing but a child.

The arena crowd gets behind his words.

Hungry Jack: I bet you're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you? I bet you and your boy have been having a good old time at my expense. But look at me Chance, I'm not laughing.

Jack stares directly into the camera.

Hungry Jack: I don't know if you think your name makes you invincible, or if you're just stupid. What I do know is you've pissed off the wrong guy! You can only hide for so long. One way or another, I'm going to get my hands on you. I don't care what I have to do. We ain't through yet!

He shoves the microphone back at Keller and continues his search.

Mounting Frustration

The scene cuts in on Casey Holliday and she is not in a good mood at all. The cameras are rolling and she’s very much aware of this. Still, this doesn’t deter her from saying what she needs to say to someone that is off screen.

Casey Holliday: I never, ever imagined that things would ever get so bad…

Casey lets out a sigh, certainly showing some signs of discouragement at this point.

Casey Holliday: Everything was going so well! I was right where I felt like I deserved to be. And then… it just… it fell apart. I thought that I’d be over it by now, but for whatever reason, it’s stuck to my brain like super glue. It’s unbelievable! Redemption Wrestling has been good to me so far, but my frustrations are getting worse. I had a chance to make that big impact right out of the gate and then Jake Mason screwed that up. Then last week with that eight person tag… I just don’t want to talk about it. It seems like ever since the calendar turned to 2021, I just can’t catch a break. I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s like I suddenly forgot to be the Casey Holliday that I know I can be and there’s no explanation for it…

The scene pans revealing a slightly older woman and a familiar face as far as Casey is concerned. Those that watched her last venture are familiar with her as well.

Casey Holliday: Sydney, you saw first hand more than anyone else everything that happened.

Sydney Holliday, Casey’s older sister, definitely looks concerned for her.

Sydney Holliday: You haven’t forgotten how to be the Casey Holliday that you can be.

This surprises Casey, who was not expecting to hear that from her sister.

Sydney Holliday: Just because things didn’t work out the way you expected them to or wanted them to and suddenly, you’re not the same wrestler anymore? That’s a load of crap to me. What happened before wasn’t your fault and you know that. What’s happened to you in Redemption Wrestling wasn’t your fault at all and I know that you know that. You need to quit beating yourself up for this crap. The previous venture was never destined to be the destination to begin with. That being said, what you’re going through is mainly awful luck… and you and I both know that not only CAN it turn around in a heartbeat, but as far as you’re concerned, it HAS turned around in a heartbeat before. That doesn’t mean that it can’t turn around again. It’s just sheer dumb, luck holding you down… that and letting past experiences fester. It’s time to move on from that and focus on the future. I promise you that when you do, things are going to go so much better for you.

Casey nods. Though she’s still a little bit glum, she’s at least beginning to come around a little bit. She knows that Sydney is right in the grand scheme of things. With that, a he’s at least able to take a deep breath and reset herself mentally.

Casey Holliday: You’re right. It’s time to move on from that. A bad experience should never be allowed to define me… and that being said, I’ve got to focus on what matters and what really matters is being out there for Jason Sandman just to be sure that he doesn’t get screwed over and just to make sure no funny business goes on. I swear on my god damn career that the next time I step into a Redemption ring and compete in a match, that the turnaround is going to begin. Rock bottom is over for me sis… and I’m DONE being a victim!

Freshly motivated, Casey departs the scene to take care of the task at hand regarding the match she's about to be at ringside for.

You Got Me

The crowd seems amped up for the next match. The lights go down in the arena. Spotlights flash around the arena as the crowd can be seen looking around, wondering what is happening. Finally, all the spotlights point dead center of the ring and Jason Sandman is just sitting Indian style. He just stares straight ahead without a single blink. A microphone hits Sandman in the leg as it was tossed in the ring. Jason continues staring forward as he picks up the microphone and speaks.

Jason Sandman: You got me, Dement. What else is there to say? You got me. You too, Dragotta. You got me. Better yet, I should say your son did. Though it is hard to find loyalty like that. A son who’s willing to take a bullet for his father. It’s impressive. I haven’t had something like that in a long time.

Jason Sandman rubs his face in frustration.

Jason Sandman: Humility is something that I don’t come by easily. I’ve always been the...the monster. The being who just walked into the ring and dominated. I said last week that maybe this new generation might finally have the answer for how to bring me down. Turns out, it’s called punching me in the dick. Kit, Dragotta, the two of you have enough to deal with when it comes to my fellow pot aficionado, Johnny Payne. Here’s the thing with him. He’s the lazy kind of stoner who is only focused on the now, and what he needs to get done. I am patient. I dwell on what I am owed. You both owe me a debt. A debt I intend to collect at my convenience. Don’t bother looking over your shoulder and waiting for it. It won’t help. You two like to be sneaky with how you do things. I can play that game. May god have mercy on your soul, for what I do unto you will have you begging for judgement day.

Jason Sandman gets a little more comfortable as he continues to sit with his legs crossed.

Jason Sandman: But we’ve gotten sidetracked. Let’s get back to the bastard at hand, and what needs to happen. Dement, you felt it necessary to take my belt. For some reason, you think that by you holding the gold, you are the champion. You think it’s your right, as the bullied and the oppressed, that you get to claim rank. Go ahead. Believe that you are a champion. Have a parade in your honor. Run an ad in the local paper. Call Hollywood and have a made for television movie made about your struggle. Just don’t let them film the final scene until you have the perfect setting. I can see it now. A grassy hill, those nearest and dearest to you gathered around, and a hole in the ground. Dug just deep enough to drop a carcass in. No need for a casket. The departed isn’t worth the money. That’s an Oscar award winning shot. I can make it a reality, Christian. All you have to do is keep trying to test me. I feel like I’ve been a good sport about everything you’ve tried to pull. Keep tugging on the dog’stail though, and the mutt forgets what being docile means. I can be the man I’m meant to be, or I can beat you to death with your own wrestling boot. The choice is yours. I don’t really care which one you pick. Now though. Now I face a man who just doesn’t seem to get the big picture. Claims it’s his destiny to beat me. If he doesn’t, then he can just fade away. Well Mr. future man, allow me to help you get back home. Come on out. I got a whole week’s worth of pissed off to take out on your sorry ass.

Jason Sandman gets up to his feet as his music begins to play, and Trinity Nicole gets in the ring.

Main Event Hour One
Jason Sandman vs. Jake Mason

Everything moves to Adam Lowe, who stands behind his desk. Adam Lowe doesn’t waste any time speaking as the camera zooms in on him.

Adam Lowe: Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to apologize for it even cutting back to me. Jason Sandman made his statement and told Jake Mason to come out to the ring. I don’t personally believe that Jason Sandman even cared about Jake Mason being his opponent. He wanted Christian Dement to come down to ringside, as Dement was in the corner of Jake Mason. Casey Holliday made her way down to the ring, wondering why Sandman didn’t wait for her before he came to the ring. These four will meet in a tag match at Mile High Brawl. Tonight though, it is the true World champion, Jason Sandman facing off against the mysterious Jake Mason.

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JJ Adams: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. Everyone has gotten to ringside and we are ready to get underway.

Johnson McConnell: Jason Sandman looked like he has found a new focus in his mission to continue as champion.

Jayden Skiles: He should have kept his old focus. He was kinda cute then...but none of that matters now as our True Champion, Christian Dement stands ringside with his belt, and before you say anything McConnell, possession is nine-tenths by law.

Jason Sandman and Jake Mason stand in the center of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Jake Mason moves in quickly and throws leg shots to the slower moving Jason Sandman. Mason then gets around behind Sandman and lands a dropkick that stumbles him. Thinking quickly, Mason goes to the top ropes and comes off with another drop kick that is able to drop Sandman to a knee. Mason responds with a superkick that fully takes Sandman down.

Jayden Skiles: And Mason is laying down strikes. Where’s your weapons at now Sandman? Dement’s right. You are useless without them.

Johnson McConnell: The match just started, Jayden, and we all know how much abuse Sandman can take. This is far from over.

JJ Adams: Jake Mason feels his moment coming and quickly throws Sandman into the corner before coming in with a huge European uppercut.

Jake Mason starts laying boots into the face of Sandman. The referee pulls Mason out of the corner and admonishes him for his actions as Christian Dement takes this opportunity to choke Sandman. The referee turns around and sees nothing from Dement. The referee does notice Casey Holliday heading around the ring towards Dement, tells her to get back to her corner or he will remove her from ringside.

Jayden Skiles: Glad to see the referee actually doing his job.

Johnson McConnell: I got nothing.

Jason Sandman gets up to his feet and Jake Mason again looks ready to charge in, but Sandman is quick to react and plants Mason into the mat with a move he calls A Spin Around Hell. Sandman makes the cover.

1…
2..

The referee stops the count as Christian Dement is up on the apron yelling about how Mason’s foot is under the ropes. The referee gets up from the mat and starts yelling at Dement for probably moving the foot. Before the referee can tell Dement to get down though, Casey Holliday is running across the ring and spears Dement through the ropes and both go crashing down to the floor. The referee tells security to get both of them away from ringside.

JJ Adams: The referee doing what he can to get some order in this match.

Johnson McConnell: Christian Dement broke up what could have been some vindication for Sandman. What an idiot.

Jayden Skiles: No, he’s a bloody genius. With the referee distracted, Jake Mason has his cane and looks ready to lay Sandman out.

Jake Mason has his cane and takes a swing at Sandman who is able to block the shot and deliver a Kiss The Demon to Mason. Sandman kicks the cane out of the ring and yells for the referee as Sandman plants Mason on his neck with Death Awaits You holding for the bridged pin.

1…
2…
3

Jason Sandman rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp looking for Christian Dement.

[Donnie]

Games of the Mind

The second hour of Redemption opens up. Returning from an advertisement for Mile High Brawl, “They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haa” fills the public address system in the Chesapeake Energy Arena. The fans pop as Lucky Keenan pulls the curtain aside and walks down the ramp, a microphone already in hand. He slides under the bottom rope and walks to a corner opposite the hard camera and takes a seat on the top rope. When the crowd calms down, he taps the head of the microphone then talks.

Lucky Keenan: We came out here tonight because something’s bothering us.

He knocks on his own head.

Lucky Keenan: Jinx is trying to live up here. She’s trying to occupy space in our head. We hate to break it to the Lady in White, but five’s a crowd. So try as you may, there’s just not enough room for you up here. Asking us to join. Putting the masked nameless against us. Stalking the rafters then disappearing. Having your own beaten for the world to see. We aren’t stupid. We know what you’re trying to do and we won’t allow it.

Lucky takes a pause as he pulls the microphone away from himself. He talks to himself for a few seconds then pulls the microphone back toward himself.

Lucky Keenan: We’ve discussed this to no end for the past week. We’ve gone over the options, pathways to take, and we came to a conclusion. We want to end this and end this quickly. Jinxy, if you’re listening, and we know you are, fight us at Mile High Brawl. Let’s just do this and get it over with.

“Cry Little Sister” by Marilyn Manson begins to play as the lights go low, switching from white to red and fog rolls across the ramp. Two lines of masked Nameless come out and line the sides of the ramp as the massive, muscular Bael steps out. He moves to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, as the diminutive form rises from below. A spotlight focuses on her, showing Jinx in a long, flowing white gown that hugs her curves and a silver shroud over her head. Her gown is cinched with a silver girdle and there’s visible red handprints on the bottom.

She lifts the shroud as the music fades out, a silver sigil painted on her forehead. Bael steps next to her, extending his arm for her to take. She grips his bicep and the pair step closer to the edge of the ramp as she lifts a microphone to her ebony lips.

Jinx: Lucky, Lucky, Lucky, why’re you in such a rush? I mean, our game has just begun.

Every masked Nameless snaps forward, their attention solely on Keenan.

Jinx: I have seen what lies ahead for you and believe me, my child, I wouldn’t be so anxious for the conclusion if I were you. As far as Mile High Brawl goes, I hate to be the Harbinger of such disappointing tidings, but it’s not our time yet. So, to answer your inquiry, the answer is unequivocally no.

Lucky laughs manically.

Lucky Keenan: We never took you for a coward. You want to play these mind games with us, but then too much of a coward to climb in the ring with us. We must say, you’re much smarter than your nameless look. How are they feeling after the dominant performance we had over them? Ready to trade them in for something better yet?

She smirks and looks up at Bael.

Jinx: Can you believe how short-sighted he is? Do I seem a coward to you?

Bael’s chest rumbles with laughter as he shakes his head.

Bael: Absolutely not, my Priestess. What he fails to understand is that the path he’s on is not a short one.

He gives her a smirk of his own.

Bael: I think he’s under the impression that he has a choice in the matter.

Jinx begins to laugh, nodding in agreement before turning back to Lucky.

Jinx: I believe Bael has a point. Have you ever witnessed a “mind game” that unfolds this quickly? Of course you haven’t, my child. My resistance has nothing to do with cowardice and everything to do with my decree. What I have in store for you will be all the more exquisite with each and every drop of pain I wring from you.

Bael leans over and whispers in her ear, drawing a sadistic smile across her lips.

Jinx: You do make a wonderful point, but -

Her body stiffens and her dark eyes go ghostly white for several moments. When they return to their natural color, she addresses Lucky again.

Jinx: It seems to me that you were unhappy with just facing my Nameless. That’s what you’re saying? I have another idea that I’m sure will appease all of us. Instead of facing me at Mile High Brawl, you will be facing none other than my second - Bael. That should slake everyone’s thirst, don’t you think?

Lucky smiles like a maniac.

Lucky Keenan: Why wait?!

Lucky charges at Bael. Jinx gives a slight shake of her head, indicating that the Nameless shouldn’t interfere. Bael catches him with a big boot to the face and drops Lucky like dead weight. Then he gorilla presses him over his head, carries him over to the side of the stage, and tosses Lucky off of it, sending him crashing fifteen feet down and through a black stage prop that crumbles underneath the body of Lucky.

Jinx smiles down at his crumpled body.

Jinx: I knew that was coming...just like we’re coming for you.

She raises her hands and the lights go out as the scene fades away.

Beef Tips

The camera is following the team of Xavier Cross of 2X backstage. Xavier is leaving catering with a handful of beef tips and a protein shake. He makes a left down one hall, a right down the next, walks past three doors, pauses, backs up two doors and walks through it as he pops a beef tip in his mouth.

Xander Maxwell: What are you doing?

Xavier looks like a deer in headlights, confused.

Xavier Cross: I’m getting my protein. You know how hard it is to look like this? I have to keep a lot of protein in me while avoiding carbs.

Xander Maxwell: Not now as in this very moment. As in out there.

Xander points out the door agitated.

Xavier Cross: Oh, that. I passed our door.

He shrugs his shoulders like it’s not a big deal.

Xavier Cross: It happens. I was thinking about how I wanted to work out on arm day tomorrow and walked by the door.

Xander Maxwell: No! You hit me!

Xavier pops a handful of beef tips I’m his mouth, chews quickly, gulps his protein shake.

Xavier Cross: You like it when I hit you. You like to bottom.

Xander takes a deep breath trying not to completely lose his temper. He clinches his fists open and close a handful of times. Xavier notices this tick and it’s suddenly as if a light bulb went off.

Xavier Cross: Ohhh. You mean your match. ‘Bout that, I’m sorry. The intent was to hit him, not you. Unfortunately I missed, then that asshat Penbrook pulled me off the apron before I could rectilefy the situation.

Xander Maxwell: Rectify.

Xavier Cross: That’s what I said. Rectilefy. Either way, it was an accident. A risk we took. Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get another chance at ‘em. Those Scots don’t stand a chance against us. We’re the best tag team in this company.

Xander Maxwell: Brits.

Xavier Cross: No, BRATS aren’t better than us. Don’t let the loss kill your confidence. Even when the chips are down we can always use your wit to cheat to a win.

Xander Maxwell: No, they are Brits…oh never mind. Let’s just get out of this city and quickly. The smell of inbreeding in Oklahoma makes me sick to my stomach. I think it’s that nauseating feel is why I couldn’t put Foxie away…

Baby Carrot Part 2

Cutting away from 2X, the show cuts in on Chance Field, who is with his bodyguard and muscle, Ares Bones. Chance stops at a corner, and looks to Ares.

Chance Field: Check first and make sure the coast is clear.

Ares peers around the corner, As he does, someone approaches Chance from behind, startling Field. Field grabs his chest and then finally lets out a sigh of relief when it registers that it’s just Toby Keller.

Chance Field: Keller, it’s just you. Don’t go sneaking up on people like that. It’s a good way to get hurt.

Toby Keller: I just wanted to get a word with you.

Chance Field: I don’t have time for this. I got an uber waiting in the parking garage for me.

Toby Keller: Either way, we are live, so you want to run from an interview, or entertain the fans on the other side of the curtain who are watching on the ringside tron?

The crowd on the other side watching start to chant.

“Baby Carrot”
“Baby Carrot”
“Baby Carrot”

Chance looks perturbed.

Chance Field: Really? Now we’re resorting to colorism.

Toby Keller: Colorism?

Chance Field: Yeah, colorism. You know, judging me and discriminating against me because of the color of my hair. That creates a hostile work environment. Where do they get this crap at? Did you put them up to it, Keller?

Toby Keller: Actually, I think it’s Hungry Jack.

Chance takes pause and starts to look around.

Chance Field: Where?

Toby Keller: Not where. It was Hungry Jack who first referred to you as Baby Carrot. You do know he’s looking for you, right?

Chance Field: Do I look like an idiot to you? Of course I know he’s looking for me. Why do you think I’m leaving?

Toby Keller: So you’re running?

Chance Field: Running? No. But it’s unsafe. That fat ass has two hundred pounds on me. Someone big and sloppy like that, he’s one screw up from ending my career prematurely and it’s not worth the risk. I’m the future of this business and the soon-to-be face of this company. I’m not risking that against someone who can’t get up from the table long enough to learn to wrestle properly.

Toby Keller: For someone not able to wrestle properly, he beat you last week.

Chance Field: You know what Keller, we’re done. I suggest you walk away before the two of us make sure you’re unable to walk...away.

Keller looks at Ares, then starts to back away, meanwhile Chance restarts his pursuit of the parking garage.

Is There Enough Time

The camera pans to Emily’s dressing room where she appears to be getting ready to leave. Her best friend and manager Eric Winters is opening the dressing room door. Emily is dressed in her street clothes, a pair of well worn jeans, pink high top sneakers, and a black tank top with a sweater tied around her waist.

Eric: Where are you going?

Emily: I was hoping to catch Trixie before her match with Arley. We haven’t talked much this week other than on Twitter and that was only a few tweets. I called her the other night but she seemed preoccupied, probably about her match tonight. I know Trixie is gonna kick it tonight and kick Arley’s ass but, she’s had kind of a weird and crappy week. I want to let her know I’m there for her because I am there for her Eric, and then I have to try and find Kit. We said over twitter this week that we were going to talk backstage tonight.

Eric: Well if you want to catch her, she’s probably heading for the gorilla position if she’s not already there.

Emily: You’re right! I better hurry, hold this.

Emily shoves the bag into Eric’s arms and she sprints out the door and through the hall to try an get to the gorilla position before Trixie’s match starts. Emily does in fact make it in time, albeit out of breath in time to talk to her best friend.

Trixie: Emily! What are you doing here?

Emily: I wanted to talk to you before your match.

Trixie: About this past week, it’s been really weird for me. I’ve missed talking to you.

Emily: Me too Trixie, it’s been quite a week for the both of us. I’ve missed you

Trixie: I’ve missed you too Emmy. I want to make sure you get a shot at this title.

Emily: I know I will against you Trixie and it will be an amazing match when it does happen. Go get ‘em girl!

Emily and Trixie hug and then Emily gives her a peck on each cheek.

The screen fades to black as Emily can be seen walking away from Trixie

Arley Kirk vs. Trixie Decker

The scene cuts back to the studio where show host Adam Lowe is standing by next to the 4K monitor to introduce the next match.

Adam Lowe: Our first match of hour two features the reigning Dominion Champion, Trixie Decker, who won the belt last week in her Redemption debut, facing off against Arely Kirk, who was a participant in the four-way last week when Decker won after making AK tap out, albeit a throat punch from Emily Simms was very much a factor in that submission win.

Adam Lowe: These two, after a back and forth on twitter over the weekend, shook hands as the bell rang. As the match got underway and was quick paced out the gate, both bringing a high octane offense. AK focused more on her high flying, lucha-inspired offense, going often to the top rope and hitting a flurry of gravity defying kicks while Trixie countered this with a quick-hitting but more traditional style. Despite the clash of styles, the match was so quickly paced that it barely gave the fans any time to catch their breath between the various series of moves. These two women traded control back and forth, neither ever able to fully take the ball and run with it. It was at about the eight minute mark that things took an interesting turn, and this is where we’ll take you to the action.

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Trixie whips AK into the corner turnbuckle. Then she runs behind her, trying to connect with a clothesline, but AK uses the top turnbuckle as leverage and leaps over Trixie. When Trixie turns, she’s met with a pelee kick and drops to the mat.

AK goes to the top rope and plays to the crowd. Before she can take to the air, Trixie gets to her feet and lunges at the top rope, shaking it just enough that AK falls to a sitting position on the top rope.

JJ Adams: Desperation lunge by Trixie saved her from AK’s aerial assault.

Jayden Skiles: That wasn’t desperation, JJ, that was strategy.

Trixie mounts the second rope and starts to bring down punches on AK as the crowd counts them off. Once the crowd gets to nine, she pauses, plays to the crowd, who cheer loudly for Trixie. This brief moment gives AK the moment she needs, grabbing the band of Trixie’s wrestling pants and hits a sitdown powerbomb.

AK rolls to the side, catching her breath while Trixie rolls to the other side to catch her breath. The referee starts his ten count, but as he gets to eight, it’s Trixie that’s up first.

Johnson McConnell: AK’s sitdown powerbomb took a lot out of both ladies.

JJ Adams: Unfortunately for AK, Trixieis the first to her feet.

Trixie pulls AK to her feet. Then she hits an atomic drop and follows it up with a stunner. Trixie goes for the pin.

...1
...2
..AK kicks out.

JJ Adams: Kickout by AK!

It’s about that time that “Natural Born Killaz” starts to play.

Johnson McConnell: That’s Anthony Cross’s entrance music. What the hell is the reason for this?

Jayden Skiles: It wouldn’t have anything to do with last week and the way they ganged up on him, right? I mean, c’mon Johnson, use your head for a second. Duh.

Everyone looks to the ramp, but nothing. Then the crowd begins to murmur as Cross makes his way through them and hops the guard rail with a chair in hand, still looking rough from the week prior. First, he slams the chair into the back of AK and she crumbles. Trixie turns, but when she does, she’s crowned on the head from Cross.

JJ Adams: I hate to admit it, but Jayden’s right. Cross definitely looks pissed

Johnson McConnell: Just call her Captain Obvious, JJ. Those are some vicious chair shots for sure.

The referee calls for the bell, calling the match a no contest, while the fans boo Cross. Cross turns his attention to the Dominion Champion, and starts jabbing the chair into her midsection over and over again.

The crowd suddenly pops as Emily Simms comes sprinting down the ramp. She rolls into the ring with a chair of her own. She goes to hit Cross with it, but Cross ducks away and instead she crowns AK, who had just gotten to her feet.

JJ Adams: After her actions last week, one has to wonder if Simms is really out here to make the save…

Emily turns back to Cross with what could possibly be a smile on her face. Cross slams the chair into the gut of Emily Simms, then as she doubles over, he slams it into her back as she falls belly first to the canvas.

Johnson McConnell: Either way, I don’t think Cross cares why she’s out here.

Cross turns his attention back to Trixie. He hits her one more time with the chair before laying the chair down in the middle of the ring. Then he yanks Trixie up by the hair, kicks her in the gut, and hits a modified DDT, spiking Trixie head first into the chair.

JJ Adams: Death Penalty onto the steel chair! We need medics out here now!

Johnson McConnell: Trixie may be seriously hurt after that.

Cross sits there and looks at the carnage while the crowd jeer him. Finally he rolls out of the ring and backs up the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Trixie the whole way.

[Donnie]

Roots

The scene opens on an old deserted substation. The concrete walls are covered in graffiti. What can be seen of the tracks are eroded, looking like they haven’t been used in over a decade. The rugged ground is littered in trash and stained blood. As the camera pulls back, Jupiter and Zeus are standing there.

Jupiter: This is where it all started for the both of us. A couple of orphan runaways from Queens, living on the streets, scavenging for food, living in an abandoned school bus under an underpass. We fought and scraped for everything we had. I’ll never forget the day it all started to change. A moment as simple as Zeus and I getting caught stealing a loaf of bread and a pound and ham - that’s when our lives changed forever. We were picked up by Officer Liles, but Officer Liles didn’t take us to the lock up. Instead, he brought us here, to this place.

Jupiter waves his hands around the area to make his point.

Jupiter: “The Sub-Fights” was what they called it. The homeless, the illegals, the ex-cons, and any other type of undesirable that had been discarded by society were brought here to fight and entertain while New York’s elite placed their bets.

Zeus: I loved it. The violence of it. The feel of bone crunching against my fist. It made me happy. It still does.

Jupiter: We were good at what we did. No one could stand against Zeus and I. We made the rich richer, and in return, they threw us scraps, just enough for us to get by. Looking back, I understand how much we were exploited, but it shaped us into who we are today, and without it, we would have most likely starved. Then it all came crashing down. In an attempt to tilt the odds I’m sure, a ploy to add interest, Jupiter and I were put into a four on two fight, one that ended with one of our opponents having his nasal bone driven through his brain, killing the man. I won’t say who did it, it doesn’t matter. We both took the fall, and we both did the time over it.

Zeus: It was unfortunate, but it all comes with the territory. Besides, it was fun, and it was entertaining. I still have dreams about that night, and when I do I wake up in a weird moment of bliss.

Jupiter: Point is, we both know what it takes. We can do what must be done. We’ve dealt with the worst that life has to offer, and now we’re coming to Redemption to make a brand for ourselves. No longer will we fight, bleed, and break so the rich can prosper. Now, we take our destinies into our own hands and we prosper for ourselves with these talents that we’ve been blessed with. If you happen to be entertained along the way, great. If not, we don’t give a fuck. No matter, Redemption is our playground, and no one person is safe.

Both men give twisted smiles while the camera zooms in, then fades to black.

Face To Face

The shot is of a conference room backstage at the Oklahoma City arena. Around the oak table is Rosie Sinn at one side, already in her ring gear for her match later in the night. Her gear consists of a black halter top that shows her midriff. The top has an RS logo patch on one side that’s stylized in the form of an anarchy symbol while the other side has a patch that says “Queen of Punk”. Across the table from her is Scarlett Payne, who’s slouched down in her seat looking more like a petulant child than her normal bubbly self. Her long, blonde locks are pulled up in a loose top bun, curls hanging strategically around her face. She’s wearing an emerald green half shirt with “Blonde Bombshell” written in metallic gold script paired with metallic gold running shorts that set off her sun-kissed skin to perfection.

At the head of the table is Teresa LaChance. The Redemption commissioner and niece of Derek Daughtery is wearing an elegant and fashionable purple dress that fits her curves without being too tight, with thin straps holding it up, exposing her petite shoulders.

Teresa LaChance: Alright, ladies, we need to figure this out. You two obviously have this respect for each other, I’ve seen hints of it here. I’ve seen hints of it in the past. I’ve seen the Paynes work together with Omaha Hardcore before. But this is going too far. Last week, you two messed up a well thought out main event and left your partners to fend for themselves. So let’s sort this out.

Scarlett crosses her arms under her bosom and rolls her eyes.

Scarlett Payne: What’s to sort out, T? I’ve been tryin’ ta make it work. She’s the one who keeps harshing my mellow. Talk ta her.

Rosie Sinn: Me? As memory serves me, I apologized for not shaking hands. Then it was you who superkicked me last week in the jaw. So there’s plenty of blame to go around here. This don’t all fall on my shoulders.

Scarlett blows a rather loud raspberry and shakes her head.

Scarlett Payne; You KNOW I didn’t do that on purpose! But did it ever occur ta you ta even consider that?! No, ya didn’t! Ya think ya’d get that accidents happen - especially in a tag team match. I mean, c’mon bro.

Rosie Sinn: You’re a tag team wrestler with Seven and Johnny. Just the same as I was with Flip. You know as well as I do that you don’t hit moves like that while you’re right up the corner. It was a blind disregard. Look, I lost my temper. But so did you. Don’t play like you didn’t.

Scarlett Payne: I’ve never had a problem with that before. I don’t think it was blind disregard just because it’s the damn corner. But I’m not sayin’ I didn’t lose my temper. I’m just sayin’, don’t hit me and expect me ta back down like a bitch either.

Scarlett closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Scarlett Payne: Look, we both know how these things can get outta hand and that’s just not - damn it, I’m not gonna say I was anymore wrong than you were. Alright?!

Teresa chimes in.

Teresa LaChance: So you were both wrong. You both used to be friends, are still friends, or whatever. You two obviously wanted me to mediate this between you two to help you squash this. From what I see, you two are just too competitive with anger and let emotions take over. So here’s how we'll end this. Mile High Brawl; Rosie Sinn versus Scarlett Payne; no time limit and there must be a clear cut winner. Sound fair enough?

Rosie Sinn: I’m good with that. Leave it all in the ring.

Scarlett nods her head and smiles for the first time.

Scarlett Payne: Good with me. Nothin’ personal. Still buds?

Teresa LaChance: You guys can get all Gaga with the bud thing after this meeting. I'm putting two of my biggest fan favorites in the ring together, I’m making assurances. Between now and then, if you two get physical, you're both fined. And just to make things interesting, next week, I think the Dalmon siblings will make their in ring debut against you two in a tag match. Now if you’ll excuse me, I can’t stay in one place too long. Rawlings will find me.

Teresa makes a hasty exit, leaving the two alone. Rosie watches as Teresa closes the door then looks back to Scarlett.

Rosie Sinn: Buds, yeah. But let’s put that on hold until after the match. If not we’ll never get this out of our system.

Scarlett Payne: Ya got a point. I mean, unless ya pull some Rawlings-level douchery, we’ll be good. And who knows? Ya take that title, there might be more on the line.

As both women stand up, the scene fades out.

Major Announcement

Backstage, owner Derek Daughtery is shown standing with a Redemption: Salvation backdrop behind him. The Redemption owner has a multi-plated belt draped over his right shoulder, and two identical three-plated belts over the left shoulder. Standing next to him is Suzy Donnelly.

Suzy Donnelly: Derek, you called me here for a big announcement you wanted to make?

Derek Daughtery: I do. As you can see, I have three belts with me. These two over here..

He nods to his left shoulder.

Derek Daughtery: Our Redemption fans will recognize. These are the Redemption Tag Team belts. At Mile High Brawl, the tag titles will be put on the line in a tag team battle royal. The rules of the tag team battle royal are pretty simple. It’s an open invitation battle royal, that will take place in side by side rings that touch one another so we can spread out the action a little bit. When one member of a team is eliminated by going over the top rope and both feet touching the floor, BOTH members of the team are eliminated from the match. The last team left standing will be crowned the new Redemption Tag Team Champions.

Then Derek nods to the other belt.

Derek Daughtery: This is the belt that isn’t a belt. This isn’t as much a sanctioned championship as it is a chip that can be cashed in. This is the Belt of Ascension. Whoever carries this belt, will carry a lot of power. If our World Champion were to ever become injured or stripped of the title, the holder of the Belt of Ascension becomes the World Champion. Furthermore, the belt can be cashed in and vacated at any time in place of a World Championship match, with the sole rule being the match must be announced at least a week ahead of time to allow for proper promotion. Along the way, the belt can and will be defended. At Mile High Brawl I’ll be carefully watching, and whoever I see as the MVP of Mile High Brawl will be the first winner of the Belt of Ascension. So I’ll see you at Mile High Brawl!

Suzy smiles and looks back to the camera.

Suzy Donnelly: There you have it. At Mile High Brawl, Redemption will not only crown the new Tag Team Champions, but we will get a show MVP who becomes the first holder of the Belt of Ascension. Mile High Brawl is shaping up to be an important night for Redemption Wrestling….

With those parting words the scene shifts away.

An “Appetizing” Interview

The scene transitions to the back halls of the Chesapeake Energy Arena where we find the reigning Television champion, Lyric, standing by with backstage interviewer, Susie Donnelly. Lyric is decked out in her metallic red and blue ring gear along with a white half shirt that has “My Demon Loves To Snuggle” emblazoned on it in metallic red script outlined in black. Her long, blonde hair is pulled up in high pigtails, the left tipped in blue, the right tipped in red.She has her championship belt laid over her shoulder, with one hand laying over it protectively while the other rests on her hip.

Susie gives her a welcoming smile before turning her attention to the camera.

Susie Donnelly: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. It’s my pleasure to introduce the current reigning Television champion, Lyric.

She turns to Lyric once more, holding the microphone between them.

Susie Donnelly: Lyric, you’re moments away from squaring off against Rosie Sinn, a woman you first became acquainted with back in Payne Project, and you’re only one day away from a very impressive nine month reign. How are you feeling?

Lyric begins to answer but she stops abruptly, cocking her head to the side, listening.

Lyric: There’s no way I’m telling her THAT! That’s just - ewww, Xaxis!

She gives Susie an apologetic smile.

Lyric: Xaxis wanted me to tell you that he thinks you’re...very pretty. But anyway, honestly I’m excited about tonight. I’ve known Rosie for a while now and there’s no one I can think of that deserves the shot more than her. (She pauses again, listening) No, I don’t plan on just handing my title over to her, Xaxis. Just ‘cause I respect her doesn’t mean I plan on taking it easy on her. (Looks to Susie, smiling) Like you said Susie, I’ve held this for almost nine months, there’s no way I’m gonna go down without a fight.

Susie smiles as she nods her head, a look of curiosity crossing her features briefly.

Susie Donnelly: That’s not really what “he” said, is it?

Lyric covers her mouth, giggling.

Lyric: No, it wasn’t. I thought the word “appetizing” would freak you out too much.

Susie Donnelly: Anyway, do think Stephen Rawlings will be a factor tonight? Especially after your quick defeat of him earlier in the night, I doubt he’ll be able to resist the temptation.

Lyric shakes her head at the mention of Rawlings.

Lyric: That smug, little worm got exactly what he deserved tonight. I showed him that women can hold their own against him. You’re probably right though, he won’t be able to keep his nose outta my match after I humiliated him. I guess I’ll just have to keep my guard up, won’t I?

Lyric cocks her head to the side, listening to the unheard voice.

Lyric: You may have a point, Xaxis. It may be time to summon Abby - I mean, three heads are better than one, right?

Lyric drifts away from Susie, continuing the silent conversation as Susie watches in confusion as the scene fades out.

Johnny Payne vs. Kit Kobold

Zooming in on Adam Lowe, the Salvation host segues into the next match while the 4K screen next to him follows along with his narrative with highlights and clips.

Adam Lowe: Our fifth match of the night is one with a story to it. At Salvation 150, Draco Dragotta completely squashed Johnny Payne in a one on one match, a match that was Draco’s debut. Payne, not satisfied with the ending, demanded a rematch, a match that was denied by Dragotta. The following week, a more focused Payne defeated Agony with ease, then demanded the rematch again. That’s when this match was made. Dragotta told Payne that if he could beat his son, Kit Kobold, this week, then he’d climb back in the ring with Payne one last time.

Adam Lowe: Much like his father, Kobold tried to start this match off before the bell rang while Payne played to the crowd, but Payne was ready this time, laying the bait, and using the overaggressiveness of Kobold to his advantage as he took an early command of the match. Payne then resorted to his deceptive power game, using a slow, methodical pace to work over the legs of the smaller Kobold. It was after a nearfall, where Kobold just barely kicked out of a double underhook backbreaker, that Kobold turned the tide. Payne, not sure about the count, stopped to question the referee. This led to a veiled low blow from Kobold, then he took control and never looked back as the pace of the match started to pick up. This led to Payne fighting from underneath and the crowd growing more and more sympathetic to Payne. This where we go to the action.

- - - -

Kobold shoots Payne into the ropes. When he rebounds back, he catches him with a clothesline. When Payne gets back up, Kobold puts him right back down with a shotgun drop kick.

JJ Adams: Kobold has taken the offense advantage with no signs of letting up.

Johnson McConnell: And by the sounds of this crowd, they’re not happy with it.

With the crowd showing their dislike for the second generation wrestler, he goes to the top turnbuckle and starts to untie it, exposing it. When he’s finished, he turns back around to find Johnny running at him, then nailing him with a running forearm smash.

Kobold almost stumbles into the exposed turnbuckle, but he’s able to catch himself with the top rope. Johnny backs up, then runs at him again, but this time Kobold meets him with a back elbow to the face.

Johnson McConnell: Payne’s momentum was short-lived there.

JJ Adams: A nasty back elbow to the face would stop anyone in their tracks, Johnson.

Jayden Skiles: Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

Kobold waits for Payne to get up and then he’s right back on him. He tries to drop toe hold Payne into the exposed turnbuckle, but Payne is able to block the move, and counters with a variation of a DDT, putting Kobold into the mat.

Johnny kips up to his feet and yells to the crowd as the adrenaline takes over. He grabs the head of Kobold to pull him up, but Kobold rolls him up and holds the tights for leverage.

...1
...2
..the referee notices the tights being held and breaks the count.

JJ Adams: Close call there for Johnny - great officiating kept Kobold from stealing one.

Jayden Skiles: It’s not great officiating, JJ. It’s called cheating.

Kobold gives the referee a small shove, but not quite enough to DQ him. Then he goes to the far corner and motions for Payne to get up. When he does, Kobold runs at him and goes for a spear, but Payne moves out of the way and Kobold crashes into the exposed turnbuckle.

Johnson McConnell: Excellent awareness by Payne saved him from a well executed spear by Kobold.

Johnny pulls Kobold out of the corner. He motions to the crowd, then he hits him with belly to back inverted mat slam.

JJ Adams:Johnny Payne Finisher! That should close the books on this one!

Jayden Skiles: C’mon Kit! Don’t let Johnny get away with this!

Payne goes for the cover and the referee counts.

...1
...2
...3!

The referee calls for the bell, giving the match to Johnny Payne.

Trinity Nicole: The winner of this match by pinfall, JOHNNY PAYNE!!!

The crowd roars as “Wannabe in LA” starts to play. Mia Hampton, Johnny’s wife, climbs in the ring and celebrates the win with her husband.

[Donnie]

Match Earned

The match over, Mia Hampton, Johnny’s manager and wife, got a microphone and brought it to Johnny in the ring as the defeated Kit Kobold rolled out of the ring. Johnny took a second to catch his breath.

Johnny Payne: Work done. Two weeks...count ‘em....two weeks and I’ve not touched a speck of pot on show day, that is, until after I win, after I win it’s time to 420...and for all your 420 needs check out Best Buds, with locations in both Huntington Beach and San Diego...

Mia nudges him.

Mia Hampton: Focus, Johnny, focus.

Johnny Payne: Right, wrestling, not promotion. I’ve jumped through the hoops, Dragon Man. I won last week, now this week, I beat junior. Time to stop hidin’, hold up to your end of the deal, and gimme my rematch I’ve been wanting.

"I Want It All'' by Queen blares over the PA system as Draco Dragotta, wearing a red robe, comes strutting out. A ringside assistant hands a microphone to Draco.

Draco Dragotta: My eyes search for you. Not just a simple connection, but a rivalry. You don't deserve to be in the same ring as me! Redemption Wrestling needs a knight in shining armor to slay the dragon but you should wait for someone else because you’re too afraid to do it yourself. There’s no use in playing brave. I’ve seen every outcome, not one in your favor. I like a success story but I prefer a guy who fucks his whole life up and does a comeback story but that won't be you. Yet I am a dragon of my word. I will hold up my end of the deal, I will give you the rematch that you wanted. But after you’ve BEATEN my SON, I am more dangerous than you could have ever imagined. I will make you regret ever wanting a rematch!

Johnny laughs.

Johnny Payne: Regrets for the fearful. I live my life in the moment and never look back. Maybe you should do the same, you’ll make it out of Mile High Brawl. If not, well, there’s no shame in losing to the one and only, Johnny Payne. See you in a few weeks. Now that’s a mic drop.

Johnny drops the microphone and the scene cuts away.

A. W. O. L.

The camera fades in on an old, dusty gym, illuminated by one single overhead light. The light is positioned over the top of a wrestling ring, and the colored ropes have faded with the passage of time. Heavy work boots make echoes all throughout the building as they cross the concrete slab, which starts to look more like an outdoor garage or pole barn. Occasional flashes of lightning and booms of thunder ripple from one end of the image to the other. The footsteps grow closer and closer, before the camera pans around, finding the unmistakable form of Slade in full view. He is dressed in a simple white and back PERMIAN PANTHERS Athletics shirt and a pair of jeans, but he has his fighting gloves on. He adjusts the gloves into position and turns away from the camera again, swinging violently into the very faded heavy bag hanging nearby.

The punches snap off, one after another, as dust kicks up with the increased activity in the unused gym. The frequency of the assault increases with every passing moment. Another flash of lightning, and a peal of thunder… Another…and another litter the night sky with activity from the oncoming storm. For a very brief moment, the light goes out as the electrical storm blasts through the area. Then, almost as fast as it started, the sky calms and the power comes back on, illuminating the entirety of the structure, leaving Slade alone in the training area, his hands on his hips.

From the right side of the frame, Slade’s long time running mate, Roxanne Spaulding, arrives wearing her own PERMIAN PANTHERS gear and a big smile on her face.

Roxanne Spaulding: That enough high drama for you, old man?

She offers a crooked grin. The massive Texan turns, an ear to ear grin on his own face.

Slade: I’d simply say that it’s true—everything’s bigger here in Texas. Even the thunderstorms, babe.

The pair chuckle as the redhead holds the heavy bag in place. She recoils in terror at the collection of dust on the bag.

Roxanne Spaulding: Jeez, is this thing from the 50’s or what?

Slade laughs for a moment.

Slade: They don’t make ‘em like they used to. They don’t make much anymore like they used to.

The Texan begins striking the bag again, while Roxanne tries to carry on a conversation with him.

Roxanne Spaulding: You could say that about a lot of things nowadays, big guy. So, this thing came in the mail today… or maybe a couple days ago, I can’t remember. Anyway, I saw it had both our names on it, so I opened it, and, as it turns out, it was an invitation to show up at a wrestling show.

Slade stops punching the bag.

Slade: Come again?

Roxanne Spaulding: I didn’t stutter. I didn’t think much of it though, on account of us being out of Redemption for almost a--

Slade: Redemption is back?

Roxanne Spaulding: Again, I didn’t—

Slade: Call ‘em. We’ll be there.

Roxy just stares at him.

Slade: What?

Roxanne Spaulding: You’re over 50, and I’m no spring chicken either-

Slade: You know better than to tell me what I can't do. Call them. Soon.

Slade returns to hitting the bag with a renewed vigor. The camera fades to black as the scene doesn't change.

Roxanne Spaulding: Well... Here we go again.

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Eye of the Storm

A vignette video plays. The background music is Otep’s “Apex Predator”. First, it shows the winds of Hurricane Katrina ravaging New Orleans. Then it shows a silhouette locking on a kokina clutch in the octagon.

Satellite imaging of Typhoon Haiyan destroying the Philippines is shown. Then it cuts away to show the same silhouette hitting a curbstomp in the ring during what looks to be a training session.

A tornado is shown shredding rural Oklahoma. The cut away shot shows the silhouette shadow boxing.

Then a countdown appears: 14 days, 23 minutes.

Words bleed into the screen: The eye of the storm is upon us all.

Fade to black.

Main Event
Television Championship
Lyric (c) vs Rosie Sinn

Adam Lowe: It’s time for the main event, and this is a match I’m excited for. Lyric, one day shy of an astounding nine month reign, puts her title on the line against Rosie Sinn, a long time tag team wrestler trying to make her breakthrough in the singles division. Both of these wrestlers got a strong reaction from the crowd, then shook hands to start the match. The match started off as a chain wrestling match, with a lot of trading holds and reversals, then it progressed to a fast paced match of pure adrenaline and action. The fans ate it up, loving every minute, as dueling chants of “Queen of Punk” and “Xaxis” became prevalent. It was at about the fifteen minute point things took a turn.

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Lyric shoots Rosie into the corner turnbuckle. She runs after her, going for a modified body splash but hits the corner bare, Rosie having moved. Rosie attempts a roundhouse kick, but Lyric steps in, catches it, then hits a hip toss. Lyric motions to the top turnbuckle.

JJ Adams: Looks like Lyric is heading for the top.

Johnson McConnell: Our champion is definitely showing no signs of fear tonight, JJ.

Jayden Skiles: Crazy doesn’t leave much room for fear, Johnson.

Grinspoon’s “Champion” queues up. The mood of the crowd turns from loving every minute of this action packed match between two fan favorites to that of discontent. Lyric stops short of the top rope as “Mr. Future Champion”, Stephen Rawlings makes his entrance and starts to stalk down the ramp toward the ring.

JJ Adams: What the hell is Rawlings doing out here?!

Johnson McConnell: Are you kidding me, JJ? That parasite has been dogging Lyric and any female on the roster that could be a threat to him.

Jayden Skiles: Wouldn’t that include every woman on the roster then?

By now, Rosie is back up. Rawlings is nearing the apron. Lyric and Rosie both look to one another, nod their heads in agreement, before they both run to the ropes and fly over, hitting a simultaneous suicida over the top rope and take Rawlings out.

JJ Adams: Suicida by both Lyric AND Sinn! Rawlings has his hands full with these two ladies.

Johnson McConnell: Great teamwork there by two world-class competitors and it doesn’t look like they're done with him just yet.

At the same time, both Rosie and Lyric kip up, and the fans in Oklahoma go nuts. Lyric picks up Rawlings and moves towards the announce table, while Rosie clears it off. Then together, the two of them double powerbomb Rawlings through the table while the crowd goes ape shit.

Rosie and Lyric both slide back in the ring, things past the ten count, but the referee gives the girls some wiggle room. They both nod they are ready to proceed. Lyric runs to the ropes and comes back with a clothesline at Rosie, Rosie ducks underneath. Lyric tries to put on the brakes, but before she does, Rosie takes her head and bulldog headlocks her into the mat.

JJ Adams: Nice bulldog headlock there by Sinn. It could be the momentum shifter that she needs to put her that much closer to dethroning the champion.

Rosie goes to the turnbuckle and perches, waiting. When Lyric is up, Rosie springboards over the top rope with a clothesline, but Lyric hits the mat and rolls under it. When Rosie recovers, she’s met with a leg lariat from Lyric. Rosie gets back up, Lyric hits her with a Gaia Kick (kick to the head).

Lyric tries to pin her.

ONE.....
TWO.....
THR-Rosie kicks out.

Johnson McConnell: Gaia Kick almost put Rosie away.

Lyric quickly transitions and tries to lock on The Hanged Man, but Rosie manages to get herself to the apron before she can. With Rosie on the apron, the two trade punches over the top rope, back and forth. Then Rosie finally headbutts Lyric to give her the advantage. Rosie follows that up with her springboard clothesline.

Jayden Skiles: I’d say that headbutt rattled her marbles, but look who I’m talking about. That girl is a few fries short of a Happy Meal, if you get what I’m saying.

Johnson McConnell: I’d watch what you say about Lyric, Jayden. I’ve heard she carries barbecue sauce around so her demon can stomach meals like you.

Lyric no sells it, and kips up. When she does, Rosie is waiting for her and out of nowhere hits a backflip kick. Then she pulls Lyric up, caters to the crowd for a very brief second, then hits the Liberty Spike (straight jacket double knee breaker).

JJ Adams: Liberty Spike on the champ! Are we about to crown a new Television Champion?!

Jayden Skiles: God, I hope so, JJ. I’m not a Rosie Sinn fan, but anything’s better than this loon.

Rosie pins her.

ONE.....
TWO.....
THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell.

Johnson McConnell: Rosie has done it! We’ve got a new champion, ladies and gentlemen!

The referee hands the belt to Rosie. Lyric looks at her a second, then nods her head in a show of respect while “It’s My Life” queues up. Lyric rolls out of the ring to let Rosie have her moment. Rosie, in turn, goes to the turnbuckle and jumps to the top. She holds the belt up for the crowd to see and they go nuts.

The Queen of Punk hops off the turnbuckle, rolls out of the ring, and goes into the crowd to celebrate with the fans as the show fades to black.

[Donnie]

Credits:
Preshow - Donnie
The Filibuster -Turner
One True Champion - Donnie
Proactive - Paul
Azurine Vebbins vs Tiffany Dixie - Donnie
Hello Chicago - Mikey
Make No Mistake - Sam
Fakk adversity! - Sara
Bonkers for Burberry - J and T
Rupert E Fox vs Xander Maxwell - Donnie
Baby Carrot - Moo
Mounting Frustration- Casey
You Got Me - Paul
Jason Sandman vs. Jake Mason - Paul
Games of the Mind - Sunshine and Mikey
Beef Tips - Tommy
Baby Carrot Prt 2 - Donnie
Is There Enough Time - April and Sam
Arley Kirk vs Trixie Decker
Roots - Tony
Face to Face - Mikey, Sunshine, and Donnie
Major Announcement - Donnie
An “Appetizing” Interview - Sunshine
Johnny Payne vs Kit Kobold - Donnie
Match Earned - Donnie and Daniel
A. W. O. L. - Drew
Eye of the Storm - Sunshine
Lyric vs Rosie Sinn - Mikey

Technical
Proofreading, editing, show composition - Sunshine
Show composition - Paul
Graphics, booking, show composition - Donnie