Salvation 157 (06.20.21)

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**NOTE** - Due to family issues and a death in the family matches that are done are posted. One match is posted without commentary. The rest will just have the finish and will be posted and the matches themselves added later.

Preshow

Bael vs Brookes Boren
-Bael squashed Boren for an easy win.

Belle Levaneau vs Hack Reed
-Good debut from Belle who won with a crossface submission.

Lucky Keenan vs Ozzie Powers
-Lucky Keenan won with a Lucky Draw. Powers had a good showing though.

Hungry Jack vs Triple J
-Hungry Jack squashed Triple J

Mercy Payne vs Pandora Ravencraft

Mercy locked on No Mercy and Pandora tapped out. Mercy refuses to break the hold so the referee overturned the decision and DQd her. Then Rosie Sinn ran out and made the save of Pandora.

Alimañas para mi experimento

The speakers crackle out and we're suddenly plunged into darkness throughout the whole stadium. A hubbub rises up in the crowd when we appear to lose the Salvation feed along with the power. The voice of Suicida can be heard loud and clear, somehow.

Suicida: Puedo ver que mis pequeños conejillos de indias tienen miedo a la oscuridad.

(I can see that my little guinea pigs are afraid of the dark.)

Strangely, the Tron appears to be working just fine. Suicida's evil laugh becomes louder and louder until a candle is lit on screen. As soon as the fans can make Sui out, they make it known that they aren't happy to see her.

Suicida: No me importa lo que piensen los escoria del estanque de la costa oeste. Cierra tus bocas gordas.

They don't supply subtitles for this one, yet there is a heavy BOO from those in the arena who speak Espanol.

Suicida: Ahora a cosas más importantes. ¡Ah! ¿Quién es el alma desafortunada cuyo rostro se está derritiendo esta noche, Redención? Mmm.

(Now to more important things. Ah! Who is the unfortunate soul whose face is melting tonight, Redemption? Hmm.)

A cackle of electricity springs from Suicida's fingertip as she points

Suicida: ¡Eres tú, Azzy! ¡Usted es el elegido!

(It's you, Azzy! You are the chosen one!)

A small albeit constant spark emanates from Suicida's fingertips as she throws her head back, chuckling evilly to herself. Due to this being Azzy's hometown crowd, they appear to be right behind Azzy and this doesn't seem to please the masked Puerto Rican.

Suicida: Azurine Vebbins. Pobre tonta. ¡Es un día triste cuando una ama de casa tan inocente debe caminar por el pasillo y mirar a la muerte a la cara!

(Azurine Vebbins. Poor fool. It's a sad day when such an innocent housewife must walk down the aisle and stare death in the face!)

They go crazy for the mention of Azzy's name, and they BOO what Sui has to say.

Suicida: Sin embargo, así es la vida, ¿verdad? En un momento, eres una joven estrella prometedora que se prepara para conquistar el mundo…

(Yet that's life, right? One moment, you are a promising young star preparing to take over the world…)

Sui pauses, waiting for the fans to die down a bit.

Suicida: ¿El siguiente? ¡Tienes quemaduras de segundo grado en todo tu puto cuerpo! ¡Soy yo quien puede hacer que eso suceda, Azzy! No es momento para bromas aquí. ¡Nunca volverás a ser el mismo después de este partido!

(The next? You got second degree burns all over your fucking body! I'm the one who can make that happen, Azzy! This is no time for jokes here. You will never be the same again after this match!)

As Sui speaks, a low hum begins to build up in the arena. Piece by dim piece, the arena lights start to come back to life. The fan reaction can only be described as 'What the fuck is going on?'

Suicida: Si. Eso te gusta, ¿no? ¿Te gusta cuando vuelve la energía, verdad, pequeñas alimañas? ¿Desafortunadamente para tu pequeño amigo, Azzy? La luz se apaga. ¡El domingo es viernes, si sabes a qué me refiero! Los veré cerdos más tarde.

(Yes. You like that, right? You like it when the power comes back, right, little critters? Unfortunately for your little friend, Azzy? The light turns off. Sunday is Friday, if you know what I mean! I'll see you pigs later.)

With that, the power to the feed as well as the arena comes back brighter than ever. The crowd groans collectively as they are seemingly blinded. However, we can now return to our usual broadcast.

Weight Watching

The camera cuts backstage where Hungry Jack stands with a towel around his neck. He has barely broken a sweat from his match earlier in the night with Triple J. He stares at the floor and then looks up with a smile.


Hungry Jack: It looks like I'm getting closer to my goal. It won't be long before I get my hands on Chance Field once more.


He takes the towel from his neck and wipes his face.


Hungry Jack: I'm not going to lie. The past couple of weeks have been torture. I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I've never denied myself when it comes to food. There are few things in life I enjoy more.


The big man cracks his knuckles.


Hungry Jack: It's all going to be worth it when I get to shove my fist down Field's throat. Baby Carrot has messed with the wrong man. He also underestimated my self control. These are two mistakes he's definitely going to pay for.


The hungry one chuckles.


Hungry Jack: I know you're getting nervous Chance. You never thought I could lose the weight, that's why you've been trying to sabotage me every chance you get.


Hungry Jack's expression turns serious.


Hungry Jack: You thought bringing in the the finest cuisine to catering would get me to break? I'm used to eating things like hotdogs and burgers. Late night room service? I was probably already passed out.


He shakes his head.


Hungry Jack: The point I'm making is this. You versus me is going to happen, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it! See you soon Baby Carrot.


The prince of plus sized storms off. All that is left behind is a scale.

Boiling Over

The camera pans out to one Arebelle Laveneau and her girlfriend Harlow Jean. Belle is still in her wrestling gear and Harlow is wearing a tank top and jeans with sandals.

Belle: I finally got to lay hands on someone at least! What the bloody fuck is wrong with management? First of all I get to the arena and I have no dressing room!

Harlow: I’m on it babe, someone responsible with have some answering for this fuck up!

Belle: Pandora’s got a dressing room, stupid green haired bitch!

Belle continues storming down the hall ripping off her wrist tape and dropping it on the floor as she goes.

Harlow: I’d love to rip out those green extensions of hers!

Harlow growls as she tries to keep pace with Belle as she rants.

Belle: Sucking up to one of the biggest names in the business with Slade..It will make her harder to get at now.

Harlow: Harder but not impossible!

Belle: You’re right Harlow...I just have to figure a way to get her alone....

Belle grins as she comes up with a plan as the camera fades away.

Azurine Vebbins vs Suicida

Something of a struggle between good and evil occured in this match when The Adorkable Angel, Azurine Vebbins, took on the malevolent Suicida. It seemed as though Suicida couldn't wait to take Vebbins down, jumping her before the bell and putting the boots to her. Suicida dominated the early part of the match with some high flying theatrics, though Vebbins was quick to turn the tables when Sui missed her top rope guillotine legdrop. Vebbins took advantage and made some progress, although it didn't last long! I'm about to show you what happened:

J.J: Vebbins with a headlock takedown attempt

A loud bang emanates from the ring, and Azurine cries out in pain and falls back before stumbling to a seated position..

Jordan: I have an idea, but I sure don't like it..

J.J: Kneeling hurricanrana by Suicida! Cover and it just gets a two count.
Sui drags Azzy to her feet and irish whips her into the corner, following up with a running European uppercut.

Jordan: Whatever it was, it sure did knock Vebbins stupid for a second, and I like that.

Sui springboards, looking for a triangle dropkick but Azzy rolls out of the way. Sui ends up in the corner with Azzy poised to nail her with a step up high knee, leaving her slumped..

J.J: Vebbins is setting Suicida up..

The crowd get excited as Azzy gets Sui up on the top turnbuckle..
J.J: DUPERPL..

Again there's a loud bang and a wail from Azzy who falls back into the centre of the ring, twitching just slightly.

Jordan: Look at the evil grin behind that mask as Suicida climbs to the top rope. She knows what she did..

The crowd are on the feet suddenly as Sui looks around real quick, turns around and launches into a picture perfect phoenix splash..

J.J: OUCH! Azurine Vebbins pops up the knees!

Sui bounces off and falls back to the mat as she clutches her back and midsection.

Jordan: Azzy with the cover

ONE
TWO

J.J: Suicida kicks out as the hand is coming down for the three.
Azzy nods to herself, dragging Sui up, delivering a couple of knees on the way up for good measure.

Jordan: What the...Vebbins has Sui up in that ol timey Airplane spin!
Crowd: WOOOAAAAHHH

Sui stumble as Azzy puts her down right where she wants her..
J.J: Springboard double axe handle by Vebbins!

Sui falls to the mat, trying to shake off the cobwebs as she gets back up.
Jordan: Vebbins up and knees her in the sternum! There's the superkick!

Suicida stumbles back..

J.J: Sweetheart sock hop!

As Azzy goes to drop Sui with the DDT, Sui holds her footing, swings her around and dumps her with her patented sitout electric chair driver!
Jordan: A la mierda tu vida! Cover

ONE
TWO
THRe..

The fans roar with approval and applaud when Azurine Vebbins manages to kick out. Sui is furious and she gets up, screaming at the referee in Spanish who simply holds two fingers up. Suicida shakes her head and growls as she heads out to ringside and starts rooting around underneath it..
J.J: Suicida is pulling out a table and a couple of chairs, but as far as I was aware, this isn't a hardcore match?

Jordan: It isn't!

Sui throws one of the chairs from the outside at Vebbins, causing her to stir. The referee angrily throws it back out, but he doesn't catch Sui unfold the one in her hand and launch herself off it as Azzy is getting back up..Sui hits a flying shooting star DDT!

J.J: Tratamiento de choque lands! This could be the match!

ONE
TWO
THRe..no!

The fans are once more on their feet roaring with approval, and Sui is beside herself with anger! The referee is not fast enough to stop her from running over and snatching the chair that she launched off of and let out a roar as she charges at Azzy.

*SMASH!*

J.J: The crowd ain't liking it at all, but the referee is calling for the bell!
DING DING DING

Suicida misses wildly as she swings at Azzy again, but she rolls out of the way in a hurry..

Jordan: I guess that this one goes in the books as a disqualification to The Adorkable Angel, but I know it wasn't the result she wanted!
Sui screeches as she hurls the chair at Azzy but she luckily ducks as she rolls out of the ring.

J.J: Wha..who is this masked woman, and why the hell is she so angry?

As Azurine makes her way back to the ramp clutching her side, she watches on as the referee tries to restrain Sui but another loud bang emanates, and the arena watches as the referee falls twitching to the canvas. Suicida immediately looks right at Azurine, pointing to her and yelling something in Spanish over the top of Azzy's music.

J.J: Somehow, I don't think this is over, Jordan.

Jordan: Gee, you don't say.

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Prove It

The cameras cut to the parking lot where Stephen Rawlings is helping a large semi pull in. A man on a unicycle rides by him, and a pickup truck with a bear in a cage honks it’s horns. Stephen tries to direct the traffic the best he can, as it is becoming more and more chaotic. Cross Delaney walks up to Stephen and looks at the chaos over his shoulder.

Cross Delaney: Circus in town?

Stephen Rawlings: Sort of. It’s for my segment tonight.

The semi blows its horn in frustration.

Stephen Rawlings: I know, I know… I’m trying!

He looks over at the bear.

Stephen Rawlings: Shut up!

The bear lazily blinks as it goes back to minding its own business.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey you! Keep your bear under control!

Cross continues to watch the action over Stephen’s shoulder.

Stephen Rawlings: What do you want?

Cross Delaney: Oh… Well I heard that Lyric was looking for you.

Stephen Rawlings: Of course she is. She is like all of the girls here. They just want to get in my pants.

Cross Delaney: No… I’m sure she is looking for you to challenge you to a match,

Stephen Rawlings: I don’t know why she is so upset with me? I did nothing to her…. Who did you hear this from?

Cross Delaney: Her!

Stephen Rawlings: What? And you didn’t think she wasn’t going to follow you?

Cross Delaney: Would she?

Stephen Rawlings: Would a mosquito have a smorgasbord at a blood bank? Get out of here before she picks up your scent. Lead her somewhere else….

That’s when the camera pans back enough to reveal the oddity herself standing off in the shadows watching Rawlings and Delaney. For once, the bubbly blonde is standing perfectly still. She’s forsaken her bright red and blue wardrobe for a pair of black leather pants, her black half shirt that reads, “Lyrical Insanity” in metallic green script and a black leather jacket over her arm. Lyric’s brightly colored blonde locks are pulled up in a high bun, tendrils dangling around her face in black and green. As she’s watching them, an animal tamer comes walking by, his attention on the gorgeous snow leopard that he’s leading on a leash.

Lyric catches his attention subtly and crooks her finger at him. The man looks unsure of bringing the leopard any closer to her, but that’s when she surprises him by kneeling down next to the leopard and allows it to begin to nuzzle her face. She holds her hand out for the leash and hushes the trainer.

Lyric (to the leopard quietly): You sense the others, don’t ya beautiful? They’re both a little jealous of you, ya know? You’re gonna get to have a bit of fun in just a bit. Ya see the dark headed, pain in my ass, standing over there? (the leopard gives an almost imperceptible nod of her head) Can you smell the fear on him? (the animal sniffs the air and licks her mouth eagerly). How about we have a little fun with him? Ya game? All ya gotta do is stay right with me, ‘k? Let’s go…

Lyric leads the snow leopard over to the unsuspecting men, unhooking her leash. The fierce looking animal lets out a low growl, announcing their arrival.

Lyric: Thought I’d introduce you to my new friend - Shadow - careful though Rawlings, she hasn’t had dinner yet and she says you smell like chicken.

Lyric smiles as she casually pets her. She leans in closer to Stephen and whispers.

Lyric: I wouldn’t run if I were you - she’s a lot faster than you are, Steviekins.

Stephen scoffs.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh come on now… That’s just fudiculous. First, you have “demons” and now you’re running around like fucking He-man with a pet tiger? I thought we are still supposed to make these wrestling shows seem real? No wonder everyone calls this shit fake.

He shakes his head.

Stephen Rawlings: As for your little threat... Why would I run? If this were real and not part of the “show” and that thing attacks me…. I will never have to wrestle again, because you’d be paying my mortgage.

Stephen steps closer

Stephen Rawlings: So…. What do you want?

Chance takes the opportunity to sneak away, Stephen notices this and shakes his head in disgust.

Lyric begins to laugh heartily at Rawlings’ assessment. She finally calms herself down enough to cock her head to the side, contemplating his logic.

Lyric: So, let me see if I follow your train of thought, Stevie-poo. You’ve convinced yourself that Xaxis and Abbadon aren’t “real”, yet you’re speaking of them as if your perception of reality recognizes that they are real. You do understand that perception IS reality.

She strokes Shadow lightly before catching her eyes, communicating with the leopard without saying a word. As Lyric’s eyes return to Rawlings, Shadow begins to circle Rawlings tightly, sniffing up and down his legs, growling the entire time.

Lyric: Stephen, this “threat” as you call her, is part of your ridiculous 15 minutes of Rawlings that you decided to bless us all with this week. What you’re failing to realize is that since she’s part of your show, you also signed some very strict legal documents that releases Redemption and its affiliates from being held liable for any “accidents, mishaps, and any other liabilities” concerning whatever creatures you deem safe enough to be around the talent - like me -, the audience and our staff. I mean, it’s not my fault she likes me better than you, ya know, like most of the people around here.

Shadow has stopped circling Stephen, instead she’s eyeing Lyric intensely, as if awaiting a signal from the alpha female. Lyric smiles down at her and pats her gently. She holds her index finger up to keep Shadow from attacking just yet.

Lyric: So in case you’re too dense to read the room, which I assume you are. I'll break it down for you. You will give me my match - no tricks - no running - and definitely no stand-ins. Am I making myself clear, Stephen? It will be a match of my choice, when I choose it, and, I almost forgot - no DQ either. If this doesn’t agree with your delicate constitution, well then, I guess we’ll see exactly who is faster - you or Shadow, won’t we? Because I’m sick and tired of your childish games of hide and seek. It’s put up or shut up time now. So what’s it gonna be?

Stephen stares blankly at her.

Stephen Rawlings: No…. I don’t think I will. You haven’t done anything to prove yourself worthy of wrestling me. Prove yourself even remotely worthy, and maybe I’ll consider thinking about it.

He looks at the bear.

Stephen Rawlings: And I never ordered a snow leapard as part of my act…. It was supposed to be a bear riding a unicycle and some acrobatic act ending with an amazing death defying act by me…. I didn’t order a fucking zoo…. Those guys are so getting fired. I’m going to have to come up with a new segment.

Stephen walks away totally forgetting Lyric is there completely ignoring her.

She laughs and pulls out the contract for the animals.

Lyric: Guess he shoulda read this before he signed it, huh Shadow? Have you noticed how much he talks about “proving this“ and “show your worthy that “. Kinda funny since he hasn’t proven a damn thing yet. Ya think it’s time to go talk to Trevor?”

Lyric and Shadow saunter off in the opposite direction as the scene fades out.

23 Bones

Xander Maxwell: Hey Toby..

Xander Maxwell approaches the interviewer puts his arm around Toby Keller’s shoulders while Xavier Cross
Xavier takes selfies with his phone.

Xander Maxwell: Where’s our interview time?

Toby has a confused expression written across his face.

Toby Keller: You’re not scheduled tonight.

Xander Maxwell: That’s not right. We are the draw of the tag team division. People tune in to see us. We are must-see TV.

Toby Keller: I don’t book the show. It’s not my problem.

Xander smiles.

Xander Maxwell: Xavier…

He puts down his phone.

Xavier Cross: Huh?

Xander Maxwell: He says our lack of interview time isn’t his problem.

Xavier puts his arm around Toby Keller, too.

Xavier Cross: There are 23 bones in the body. Look at me, I’ll break em all easily.

Toby Keller: 213, there are…

Xander Cross: I wouldn’t. Not smart when staring down the barrel.

Toby swallows hard.

Xander Maxwell: As I was saying; 23 bones in the human body and look at me! A body like this, you know I could snap every one of them like a twig. So if my man over there says it’s our interview time then you make it our interview time.

Toby Keller: So uhhh….

Xander Maxwell: Let me make this easy. Eight man tag match tonight. What I want is recognition. Cattle Drive have a title match next week. Henhouse had theirs, where’s our match at? As I’ve said before, WE are the tag team division! WE should be the tag team champions. It’s baffling that we can’t get a shot. So I’m making a demand right now! After we win tonight, and we will win, we want a title match. We want what we deserve! WE are the face of Tag Team wrestling; nor Rikers, not Cattle Drive, and sure as hell not some hacks like Henhouse Slaughter, who we’ve already beat. So that’s your job, Keller, go pass it along.

Xavier glares in the direction of Keller while the show transitions away.

Hostile Takeover

Lyric and Shadow head off to speak to Trevor, Rawlings ‘ “handler’s office. The more she thinks about Rawlings' disrespectful, not to mention, the downright rude and nasty remarks that he made to her earlier. With each step she takes, the voices in her head become louder while her fury rises.

Lyric (as Xaxis): I know you’re upset but you’re upset but you can’t let your emotions take over. That’s how we’ve managed to be so successful for so long, Lyric. Yes, Rawlings is a complete fucking douchebag but do what we do best and beat him - in a match with no way out and no excuses.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Are you fucking serious, Xaxis?! That little piss ant has disrespected us from the very beginning and it’s time he finally learns his lesson! I’m sick to death of listening to you whine and cry about how we deserve better than this! We deserve a hell of a lot more than this bullshit!! We’re NOT ASKING ANYMORE!! We’re TAKINS IT!! Rawlings is so far beneath us now that he doesn’t even register on our radar! He doesn’t DESERVE our attention any longer! Do you understand what I mean?! Now MOVE YOUR ASS PRINCESS! WE HAVE BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO!!!

MINUTES LATER INSIDE TREVOR JORDAN’S OFFICE

Lyric is seated calmly in front of Trevor’s desk, patiently waiting.

Trevor Jordan; Lyric! I’m surprised to see you tonight! Is there anything I can do for you?

Lyric simply rolls her eyes and crosses her arms and legs.

Lyric (as Abbadon): You could say that, Trev. Surely you saw your let’s antics earlier, am I correct? I mean, you ARE his keeper, right?

Trevor opens his mouth to speak but Lyric simply holds up her hand, halting him.

Lyric (as Abbadon): If you haven’t guessed by now, Lyric has decided to let me do the talking - forgive me, I’m Abbadon. You know, a Knight of Hell and all. What I want to know is why are you allowing that worthless bag of dicks to disrespect her, and by extension US?! Lyric is one of the longest reining Television Champions in Redemption history, yet he’s repeated over and over that she’s not worthy of his time. The only one I see that is unworthy is Rawlings! His only claim to fame happened years ago and only because he latched onto Field and Crowley - kinda like he’s doing to us now! Now, I know you heard her issue her challenge earlier, but I’m here to tell you that that offer is NO LONGER on the table. Now it’s his turn to prove he deserves a shot at us. If he can’t, well, that’s no longer our problem, now is it?

Again, Trevor opens his mouth but this time Lyric stands, placing her hands on his desk, leaning closer.

Lyric (as Abbadon): I’m not interested in hearing your platitudes, Trevor. I mean, you gave him 15 minutes of valuable airtime to waste! WE WILL NOT be facing Rawlings anytime soon. I believe he can fight his way up from the bottom before he ever gets a sniff at her again. In the meantime, you can either find an opponent of her caliber OR you can just pay us for our appearances - and whatever else we feel like doing. Have I made myself clear?! GOOD! -

Lyric turns and exits the office without waiting for a reply, slamming the door behind her as the scene fades out.

Landon Dalmon vs Scarlett Payne

Adam Lowe: The next match on the card is Landon Dalmon, escorted by his sister Lizzy Dalmon, squaring off against Scarlett Payne, escorted to the ring by her tag team partner, Lux Haze. This match was made as a result of a few weeks ago, Lux managed to beat Lizzy in her debut, only to have Lizzy and Landon attack her after the fact, until Scarlett made the save for her tag team partner. Now as we get things udnerway, let’s show you the entrances.

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A gold strobe light begins to flash on the entrance ramp. The light stops as “Don't Stop” by Innerpartysystem begins to play throughout the arena and Landon Dalmon makes his way to the ring alongside his sister Lizzy. The fans react with boos. On the way to the ring they stop and pose allowing fans to take a picture if they choose to. When they get to the ring Landon slides in under the bottom rope while Lizzy uses the stairs. Once they are both in the ring they continue to pose.

“Cherrybomb” by the Runaways kicks in. The crowd jump up and start to cheer loudly. Streaming pyro on both sides of the stage set off in a rainbow of colors as Scarlett Payne enters the arena to a thunderous cheer. Close behind her, is her tag team partner, Lux Haze. Scarlett runs down one side of the ramp slapping hands with the fans while Lux does the same on the other side. When the duo reach the ring, Scarlett slides under the bottom rope and goes to the camera side corner, jumps to the middle turnbuckle, and holds her hands in the air as the crowd roars again.

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Adam Lowe: The match started right away, with Landon going on the offensive the second the bell rang, not giving Scarlett a chance to breath. He was relentless with this, only letting up when the referee threatened to DQ him. It wasn’t until he shooting star press that Scarlett was able to turn the tide and enjoyed any kind of prolong offense. After a few nearfalls, Lizzy got involved and put Landon’s foot on the rope. This led to a ruckus outside the ring that served enough of a distraction to again relinquish control back to Landon Dalmon. At this point he started to work over the knee, trying to take away the air game of Scarlett. Then he eventually went for his snapmare driver he calls The Silver Spoon, only to have Scarlett somehow reverse it, and the get a roll up pin that Dalmon barely kicked out of. This is where we’ll head down to ringside.

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Scarlett hits a spinning wheel kick on Landon, driving him down to the canvas. She follows it up with a Senton, but Landon moves out of the way.

Landon comes back at her floatover DDT then covers her.

ONE.....
TWO.....
TH-Scarlett kicks out.

Landon turns to the referee to argue the count. When he turns back around he gets hit with a swinging reverse STO.

(Payne Killer)

ONE.....
TWO.....
THRE-Lizzy puts her brothers foot on the ropes.

Scarlett yells outside to Lizzy while Lux comes over, having enough, and tackles Lizzy on the outside and starts to throw punches. In the ring, with the referee distracted, Landon reaches into his wrestling pants and pulls out a small object that reflects the light. He wraps it around his fist. He spins Scarlett around and plants her in the temple with it. Scarlett falls to the mat while Landon tucks the item back away.

(Gold and diamond bracelet he wraps around his hand to use like brace knuckles).

Landon follows it up with a snapmare driver.

(The Silver Spoon)

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

The bell rings and Landon rolls off of Scarlett. In the meantime, hearing the bell ring, Lux looks to the ring and slides in, checking on Scarlett, who looks to be outcold.

Landon goes to Lizzy, and the two walk up the ramp celebrating their win as they mock Scarlett and Lux.

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Interview Gone Wrong

Pandora Ravencraft is standing backstage with Suzy Donnelly. The lovable rookie is still in her green and purple themed wrestling gear.

Suzy Donnelly: I’m here with Pandora Ravencraft, who early was beat by Mercy Payne..

Pandora interrupts Suzy.

Pandora Ravencraft: Yeah, about that. I lost. I don’t like it, but it’s not the problem ya know. You ever read a good fantasy novel or watch a movie then you get that along the hero's journey there’s hardship and loss. I’m still finding my way. Up until a few weeks ago I’d never had a match outside a training center. I’m not gonna win em all as much as I’d like to. What has me angry is after the match.

Suzy Donnelly: The attack.

Pandora Ravencraft: Yeah, that. Winning wasn’t enough. She wanted to humiliate the rookie. She wanted to HURT me. I mean really? That’s like schoolyard bully crap right there. If not for Rosie Sinn, who knows what condition I’d be in. But despite it all, you know what I never did do? I never stopped fighting.

Belle came in from out of angle with a loud roar and smacked Pandora over the back and shoulders with a kendo stick. Suzy screamed and ran while the camera guy kept on filming.

Belle: I’ll show you Pandora! You upstart little bitch!

Belle brought down the kendo stick again and hit Pandora repeatedly until several referees tried to pull her off. Belle was having none of it, she rained down punches on Pandora. She threw the kendo stick at the referees and then lashed out at Pandora who was curled up on the ground trying to protect herself. Belle straddled Pandora and wrapped her arms around her neck and legs around Pandora’s waist in a sleeper hold.

More security and referees came out and finally managed to pull the two of them apart. Belle’s chest was heaving and her pupils were dial aged as she tried to get back at Pandora, she managed to get another kick in as security tried to pull her away.

Belle: Don’t think that just because you’re friends with Slade and Roxy that they can protect you from me! They can’t and they won’t! I don’t care if I have to tear through the two of them, because I will!

Belle continues screaming at Pandora as security pulls her off camera and the camera fades to black showing a bloodied and bruised Pandora Ravencraft.

Call From Home

We open to a view of the locker room area of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, with a pair of very irate englishmen in focus. Eddie Penbrook and Rupert E. Fox seem to both be pacing back and forth the now-deserted room, waiting for their turn to step up to the plate. The silence of the room is broken by “Rule Britannia” suddenly starting to ring out from Penbrooks bag, and he quickly fishes out his phone, grimacing as he sees the called ID and motioning to Rupert to come listen. He answers and puts the call on the speaker.



Eddie: Good Evening Sir, or is it morning over there? The time difference is hard to keep track of.



The camera catches the Id on the screen, which states “Lord Fox” and explains Eddies’s hesitation. What we hear next is far from the usual dry tone one would expect from anyone with a Lord’s title to begin with.



Lord Fox: Cut that nonsense this instant Eddie, who the bloody hell cares what time of day is it here?! Did you plan on bringing me over some tea and biscuits, waddle your useless arse down the road to fetch me a paper or are you hoping for a free meal at my expense?



We see Penbrook’s face turn red and Rupert pockets his shades, wiping some cold sweat from his face with his pocket handkerchief.



Eddie: No sir.



Lord Fox: Then let’s not waste time on these utter bollocks shall we then, is that boy of mine there?!



Despite being on speaker it seemed like Lord Fox was close enough to reach through the mobile and smack them both around, Rupert tried to suggest to Eddie to turn the volume down but what could would that really do, so he sheepishly responds.



Rupert: I’m here dad.



Lord Fox: Good! Saves me the nuisance of repeating myself, then again given how you two have performed over there across the pond, I’d say maybe repetition would not be the worst thing to happen to you. Right, down to business then, am I to understand the higher grade of science that you two geniuses have undertaken also known as “professional wrestling” is such a complicated, multi-layered and highly difficult thing to comprehend that not only can’t you manage to beat a pair of puffed up ponces walking out some sort of style your numpty mate reality tv show..but you have also managed to hand over the tag team championships, the only modicum of success even a pair of trained gorillas would probably figure out in no time to a pair of guys fresh out of the nick?!



The barrage of abuse coming from all the way in Britain has gotten the pair looking like a pair of scolded schoolboys, with Eddie attempting to come up with some sort of an explanation.



Eddie: Sir, The results have been less than satisfactory yes, but what are we supposed to do? We have tried to bring honor to the Fox family name by fighting fair and honest, but those two wankers keep pulling the rug from under us. You hired me because I am a stand up man Lord Fox, so how was I supposed to know that 2X would re-enter a match they had been removed from just to screw us? Or make their presence known in a match booked to rectify said screw? We have beat them several times, yet like the bloody scots they just refuse to stay down. I understand your displeasure Sir, but we have done everything short of bloody murder to get rid of them.



A short silence from the other end followed, and for a moment Eddie’s face looked hopeful. Until the response came



Lord Fox: Was that it Eddie, are you finished?



Eddie: Yes sir, I am.



Lord Fox: Good, because it’s rather insulting to live to be as old as I am and to be disappointed not only by my own son but the best damn lad working for me. Tell me Eddie, you are a big ol’ farmboy down in Slaughter and you haven’t managed to get through your life without getting your grubby little mitts bloody now and then have you?



Eddie: Sir, I haven’t..no I haven’t sir.



Lord Fox: Precisely so lets say your mum’s yelling that she’s hungry, dinner isn’t on the table and she ain’t got two quids to rub together. Are you going to tell dear ol’ Mrs. Penbrook “Sorry mum, I possibly couldn’t slaughter them hogs because they looked rather pretty and when they oinked and squealed it sure did sound like they were trying to talk to me? Or you reckon she would understand if you said that them piggies were just too fast and your fat arse couldn’t catch them? Would that work?



Rupert: No Dad.



Lord Fox: Rupert Elton Fox, when I am not talking to you, you shut your bloody mouth!



Younger Fox hangs his head.



Rupert: Yes Dad.



Lord Fox: WHAT WAS THAT?!



Younger Fox responds with silence..and we hear his father speak up again.



Lord Fox: Well? Eddie?



Penbrook hangs his head aswell, watching as Rupert gets chided and takes his lickings.



Eddie: No, it wouldn't. If that was the case I would roll up my sleeves and make sure those hogs ended up in the business end of a cleaver sooner than later. I understand what you are saying Lord Fox, and I assure you there will be no further need for you to personally call us. I will see this deal through sooner than later. Not just for your sake Lord Fox, but also for my sake. That I promise.



Lord Fox: See that you do Eddie, and make sure it happens sharpish. I don’t plan on living forever and I’d like to see some return to this investment of your little excursion over the pond. If I wanted to see that useless shite of a son of mine piss away the family fortune, I could have him do it back home here in England and it would be a whole lot cheaper, I didn’t send you there with him so you would both end up looking like a pair of knobs and about as useless as tits on a boar. Now I got some actual business to handle so I can cover these ludicrous teahouse expense slips of yours..results my pedigree chums, results and too bloody right or you might be better off staying over there and see if them yanks need you to set up the ring, clean up the loos at the arenas or whatever it is they have dimwits do these days for nominal pay.



Eddie: Yes si--



We hear the dial tone as the call ends, Rupert’s face is white as a sheet as he fumbles for his shades and manages to slap them on, a bit slanted but at least thereabouts.



Rupert: Not necessarily a Shakespearean delivery but Dad has a point, Lord X and Mr X you two have done your best to make us look like a pair of tits and that nonsense has to stop, you hear me?! We didn’t fly over to this country and put up with the horrible cuisine and subpar tea just so a pair of pillocks like you can treat us as some jokes! And Rikers, you maybe clinging onto that championship gold for now but we comin’ for you lot’ too!



Penbrook has been cracking his knuckles the entire time, while also gritting his teeth. When Fox finishes up, he continues with steel on his voice.



Eddie: 2X. You’ve crossed a line too far. This is no longer about just wrestling. This is about honor. This is about reputation. This is about RESULTS. You’ve been ducking and dodging and diving from us ever since you screwed us out of that first win. You just don’t get the hint do you? Eliminate us from the battle royal. Interfere in our titlematch. Tonight we team with the champs and I swear on the name of Elizabeth the second that if or rather when I get my mitts around that scrawny neck of yours, either of you, I’m going to put you out of your misery like you were a lame horse or a skinny pig. I am sick and tired of playing your games you poncy cunts. I am sick and tired of trying to do things the right way. If we have to stoop down to your level to finally get you out of our backs, then so be it. And Rikers… I hold no grudge against you two. You gave us a shot you had no need to give, you fought fair and square. But I promise you, once we have dealt with Lord X and Mr. X for good, we will be coming for a rematch and next time there won’t be any shenanigans. We are Henhouse Slaughter. And we aren’t here to play no more.



With Rupert nodding along to Eddie, the camera zooms in to his intense face and fades to black.

Main Event One
2X and Cattle Drive Crew vs Henhouse Slaughter and Rikers Demolition Squad

2X and Henhouse wound up brawling to the backseat the area. Then Samuels hit Jupiter with a cowbell while Johnson distracted the referee to get the pinfall.

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One

Draco Dragotta and Kit Kobold walk backstage of the Staples Center together. Kit Kobold still holds the spot on his body where he was spiked. Kit rests by a table at catering.

Draco Dragotta: Can you still walk?

Kit Kobold: Yeah just give me a minute, it still hurts.

As Kit Kobold leans on the table to catch his breath, Jason Sandman comes rushing by the young man causing him to lose his balance. Sandman keeps his stride going as he gets to Draco Dragotta and delivers a Kiss The Demon. Draco drops as he wasn’t expecting it, and Kit tries crawling to his father to help.

Kit Kobold: I’ll save you. Damn you, Sandman. I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done to our family.

Jason Sandman just smiles at Kit Kobold's attempts.

Jason Sandman: Don’t worry boy. This will all be over soon.

Jason turns his attention back to Draco Dragotta, and lifts the number one contender up by his right arm. Sandman holds it high in the air and then kicks Dragotta square in the knee. A loud crack radiates through the hall as Draco Dragotta lets out a scream and falls to the ground. Jason Sandman leans down to meet Dragotta face to face.

Jason Sandman: That’s one.

Jason then turns his attention to Kit Kobold who is almost to his father.

Jason Sandman: See you in a few minutes boy. Your father can’t save you tonight, but Daddy will take great care of you.

Jason Sandman doesn’t even bother with another hit on either man, he just simply walks away. Kit Kobold gets to his father and tries to get Dragotta to his feet as Kit calls for medics.

National Kitchen Klutzes of America

The streaming signal switches over to “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” Azurine Vebbins wrapped in her trademark “Shush My Tush” Cookin’ Apron and a pair of white heels. She juggles three pans while looking for appropriate grappling gear for tonight’s tango against Suicida. Ms. Vebbins pivots slightly and accidentally tears her apron to expose her glistened right gam.



Azurine Vebbins: Happy National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day, you Redemption rasslin’ rabble-rousers! Also, based on dis developin’ wardrobe malfunction...happy National Sewin’ Machine Day, too. Tonight, I’m havin’ a hometown hullabaloo as Redemption Wrestlin’ broadcasts LIVE from da STAPLES Center in lovely Los Angeles, California. Doubt staples would mend dis hem. Den again, dis will be da only time any of you fine folk view me sportin’ dis gawkable garb dis evenin’. Can’t quite decide what to wear when dancin’ at square one wid Suicida. Know our openin’ orchestration’s gonna be an electric exhibition. She’s a shockin’ senorita based on da tweeted trailer she posted on Friday. “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” is gonna deconstruct wid decorum rad-er dan conduct chaotic ball lightnin’. Plus, if I need a titillatin’, tantalizin’ tin’-le from haloed halo to twinkled toes and back to my naughty ned-ers...deyr’s already a special someone down in New Orleans who amorously amplifies me wid viable, vibratin’ voltage.



“Da Vivacious Variable” Azurine Vebbins double blinks as chanters who follow her on Efedder are quite aware of who she’s referencing. She finally locates a Slate Blue Lunarable Summer Dress as well as a pair of matching ballet flats, does a quick change, and ambles towards the arena’s entrance ramp.

The Fellowship

Pandora Ravencraft, the green haired rookie covered in tattoos, has a camera following her as she knocks on the door with the name “Rosie Sinn” on it. Rosie answers the door, then smiles as she locks eyes on Pandora.

Rosie Sinn: If you’re here to say thanks, don’t worry about it. Any chance to stick it to that bitch Mercy and I’m all over it.

Pandora Ravencraft: Well there is that, but there’s something else I was chewin’ on and your just the person. See, I was thinking of something. In Dungeons and Dragons, the baddies are always either in large numbers, or it’s a big bad that no one character can ever beat on their own so all the PC’s are a party. Or like if you read Lord of the Rings, even when the original fellowship splits ways, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimili stick together. Or then there’s Star Wars…

Rosie Sinn: Look, I’m trying here, but I’m not quite following you. Is Lord of the Rings like Lord of the Dance or something?

Pandora Ravencraft: No, no, not…look. Earlier tonight I was attacked by Mercy and you had to save me. Then I was cutting a promo and I felt like I was doing really awesome for one of my first live promos when Belle decided she wanted to stick her nose in it. You, ya know Mercy’s gonna ambush you for helping me. So why don’t we form our own fellowship?

Rosie’s eyes light up.

Rosie Sinn: You mean like form a faction? A bunch of us together watching each other’s back?

Pandora Ravencraft: Exactly.

Rosie Sinn: That’s pretty f’n punk. It can be like a punk band. A group of misfits together, sticking it to the assholes of Redemption; I like it. And I’ve got an idea of who else to recruit. Look, you’re pretty beat up. Go get checked out. I’ve got something else I gotta do, but this conversation; it’s too be continued…

With those words the scene cuts away.

Emily Simms vs Trixie Decker

Simms tried to hold the tights for a three count but the referee saw it. As she argued with him over it, Decker hit Chaos Theory and got the pin.

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Collision Course of Partners in Crime

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross pops up on the tron as Trixie is still in the ring following her match.



“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:Trixie!!! Trix!!! Over here, girl.



Trixie looks up at the tron.


“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:Impressive, Trixie. That is why I am honored to be your I guess tag team partner. I wish I could have been there to see your match against Emily in person but whenever I am in southern California I have to spend some time at the Ojai Valley Inn for some much needed R&R.


Trixie walks over to the ropes facing the tron. She sets her left foot onto the bottom rope and drapes the Dominion title belt over the top rope in front of her.


“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:I know it is no shock to see two tag team partners wrestling over a singles championship. Most of the time it is two people who randomly are put together for a few weeks to make the build up to their match more interesting. But you and I are actually partners. We have matching wrestling gear for God’s sake and despite our difference in philosophy I am oddly enough fond of your quirky ways. Go figure, right?



Trixie smiles as Anthony pauses for a moment.



“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:But in just seven days you and I are actually going to be face to face in the ring with each other. Nobody else, no two powerbomb hungry blondes. We battle for that championship belt that is in your possession. Call me biased but buddy, pal, Trix, I am betting on me. I’ll see you next Sunday for a fun beach day.



Anthony winks at Trixie as the tron goes back to the Redemption logo.

Sometimes A Spade Is Just A Spade

The camera fades in on Slade and Roxy, heading to Pandora Ravencraft's dressing area. The pair are carrying on their spirited discussion from earlier, but in a slightly hushed tone.

Slade: You'll never convince me otherwise.

Roxanne Spaulding: It's always possible, and you know it.

Slade: I do NOT know that, and I'm still not buying that a sweet, innocent dorky kid like Miss Pandora is really the bad guy here.

Roxanne Spaulding: It's the perfect cover! Look at what Bree did to all of us, and nobody suspected a thing, least of all you!

Slade: If you're suggesting anything untoward, I swear, Rox...

The couple reaches the doorway, and stands there for a second.

Roxanne Spaulding: You knock.

Slade: Me?! I'm not the one doubting Pandora right now. You do it.

Roxanne Spaulding: Might be best if you do it, because the longer I wait, the more I'm spoilin' for a fight.

Suddenly, the door swings open. Only instead of the 5’ 6” green-haired rookie - Pandora Ravencraft - the 5’ 10” bubbly Huntington Beach native, Scarlett Payne is standing there, looking slightly confused. She looks back and forth between the rather intimidating veterans for a few moments, finally settling her big blue eyes on Slade. Scarlett tugs at her black “Haze of Payne” half shirt that shows off her tanned and toned midriff to perfection. Below the metallic silver name appears the words, “Baddest Bitches On The Block”, only this is written in a metallic red script with strategically placed drips of blood hanging in from the letters.

Scarlett Payne: Yo, big man! What are ya doin’ down here at my bud Pan’s door?

Her brow crinkles as she contemplates their reason. Finally, she shrugs her shoulders as she closes the door behind her.

Scarlett Payne: You just missed Pandora, bro. She ran off to find either Rosie Sinn or Arebelle Lavender or something like that. Ya know, the new Eva Wannabe? Her. So, what can I do for one of my favorite Hall of Famers?

Slade looks at Scarlett for a moment, taken aback by her emergence from what amounts to the wrong dressing area.

Slade: Figures. That's the chick from a couple weeks back, got Miss Pandora all upset over her debut not going to plan. Anyways, if you happen to see--

Roxanne Spaulding: Did that kid tank on me on purpose last week?

No longer interested in pleasantries, Roxy steps forward, right in Scarlett's face.

Slade: Oh Jesus H, Roxy... what happened to a little couth -

Before Slade finishes his upbraiding of Roxy, Scarlett steps right up to her and looks down at the firecracker with a look of extreme offense, using her 3” height advantage to make her point.

Scarlett Payne: How dare you question MY friend’s ethics! She’s a rookie, fer cryin’ out loud! Penny is one of the purest hearts that Redemption has ever had the privilege of having on it’s roster!

Scarlett moves over Roxy with a smirk on her pink-glossed lips.

Scarlett Payne: And if my memory serves me - and it always does - wasn’t it YOU who sold out the man you love - all to the highest bidder? To Eva Broussard-Davies of all people! Now please, explain ta me how you hold the high moral ground here. (Crosses her arms, smiling) I can’t wait ta hear this one. (She turns her eyes to Slade, apologetically) Ya know I respect ya, Big Gun, but even you have to admit that was out of line.

Roxy moves forward again, thoroughly invading Scarlett's space, when Slade swoops an arm around her waist to pull her back.

Slade: Take a minute, Rox, and think about what Miss Scarlett's saying here.

He spins her around, looking into her newly hate-filled eyes.

Slade: You didn't come here to fight Miss Pandora, just like you didn't come here to fight Miss Scarlett, or me for that matter. So you can get that look outta your eyes any time.

While he gives her a minute to breathe, Slade turns his attention to Scarlett.

Slade: You're right about one thing--Pandora Ravencraft is about as wholesome and sweet as a good bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. And I was TRYING to tell the feisty one here that the whole flight here.

He focuses back on Roxy.

Slade: Still wanna fight?

She shakes her head 'no'. The big Texan smiles at her, which draws a smile she clearly didn't want to return.

Slade: Now, as I was saying... shit, what was I gonna say? Oh well, it'll come to me later. Anyway, I should have known you and Pandora woulda been friends. Kid attracts good people like flies to honey.

Scarlett has the decency to look abashed by her outburst. She tugs her shirt down self-consciously before addressing the duo.

Scarlett Payne: For what it’s worth, Rox, I’m sorry for being so harsh and bringing up the past - especially since you’re not that woman anymore. Ya gotta understand, Pandora’s been my friend since we were barely teenagers. I mean, c’mon, she’s from San Diego and I’m from Huntington Beach. We’re Cali girls all the way, feel me bro?

Her head drops for a brief moment, but when she raises it - there’s a look of abject sadness crossing her features.

Scarlett Payne: Ya’ll have ta forgive me - I just haven’t been myself since Johnny and Mia left. Right now, Lux and Pandora are all I have that reminds me of the old days, ya know?

Slade: No explanation needed, kiddo. I'm all that's left of Murderers' Row. An anachronism, if you will. Besides, I also know how tough it can be to stick up for friends.

Roxy looks between the two.

Roxanne Spaulding: You better not be talking about me.

Slade chuckles.

Slade: Look, Scar, I appreciate you vouching for Pandora. I'm sure that Roxy will be fine going forward. If that doesn't work, there's always the ring they can fight in, right?

Scarlett nods her head, tears shining in her eyes. She suddenly hugs Slade fiercely, allowing the tears to flow. When she pulls back and away from both of them, she turns shy and grateful at the same time.

Scarlett Payne: Sorry about that, guys, but ya called me Scar - just like Johnny does. I - um - couldn’t help it so if ya need ta meet me in the ring, Rox, I get it and I promise it won’t be personal. Copacetic?

Roxy looks at Scarlett, and through no real desire of her own, her face softens--for the first time tonight.

Roxanne Spaulding: I'm a jealous bitch sometimes, but I'm not a monster. To be honest, I get the appeal of his hugs.

Slade: I'm a real good hugger. Years of practice. Anyways, you got nothin' to be sorry for, kid. You've made your bones in this business. I do have one lone question, though... I'm old enough to know Dungeons and Dragons is a game, but is THAT what Pandora's fascinated with, really?

Scarlett begins to laugh loudly, holding her ribs until she finally gets herself under control once more. She smiles conspiratorially at Slade and winks playfully.

Scarlett Payne: Let me put it to ya like this… She’s not the only one that enjoys a great session of DnD. Ya’d be surprised at how many of the guys on the roster not only play tabletop but LARP as well. Don’t knock it till you try it! I LOVE playing! Although I’m always Chaotic Neutral - I mean, look at the way I am in real life, yo! I don’t get that many chances to get to be the...well, I was gonna say Destiny Starr but even I don’t go quite that far! I’ve got a bitchin’ idea! Why don’t you two come and play with us next time?! C’mon? Puleeze?

Slade blinks a couple times, hoping to comprehend a few things she said.

Slade: I'll tell you what I told Miss Pandora: I know you're speaking English, but I have zero idea what you're saying.

Roxanne Spaulding: Jeez, you can be so old sometimes. We'll give it a shot, Payne. Least I can do for trying to fight you over stuff I actually did...

Slade: What did you agree to???

Scarlett gives Roxy a kind smile.

Scarlett Payne: Actually Roxy, I have a different request for you...will ya call me Scar instead of Payne, please. It would mean the world ta me.

She turns to Slade, smirking.

Scarlett Payne: What you agreed to Old Man Winter, is that you two are going to come play Dungeons and Dragons - tabletop, of course - with me, Pan, and a few more that prefer ta remain anonymous for now. Trust me, you guys will have a blast! - So, Roxy? Whaddya say?

Slade: I can already tell I'm gonna need whiskey.

Roxanne Spaulding: That's a 'yes' from us... Scar.

Roxy winks and starts to drag the big man away.

Slade: But Dungeons and Dragons was Olympic-level dork stuff when I was a kid!

As they walk away, Scarlett smiles to herself and says, “That girl is gonna find out exactly how great a hugger I am..”

The camera remains focused on Scarlett, watching the smaller Roxy pull the giant Texan down the hall to their dressing room.

Hello Phoenix

The scene cuts to the ring where a red hot crowd cheers on fan favorite Rosie Sinn.

Rosie Sinn: Hello Phoenix!!

The crowd cheers and laughs.

Rosie Sinn: I came out here tonight because while I’m not booked tonight, I just had to see this great crowd.

The crowd pops loud and chants.

“That’s Punk”

Rosie Sinn: In seven days, I put this belt (she holds up the Television Championship) on the line against a petulant child in Mercy Payne.

The crowd loudly boos.

Rosie Sinn: I know, right? First, she comes out at Mile High Brawl full of bravado and swagger, making her statement. Then last week, she just couldn’t let it go. Listen, if she’s too dense to comprehend the rules of wrestling then maybe Xavier Cross can dumb it down for her. Then earlier tonight, she couldn’t just beat the rookie upstart, she had to take that one step further. It’s sickening.

Rosie paces a few seconds to let the crowd soak it in.

Rosie Sinn: We all get it; she’s this supposed badass with MMA training and a bad attitude. She has a so-called “temper” that I’m supposed to shudder and fear. You’ll all have to excuse me if I forget to shake in my boots; your girl is a little busy. It’s hard to remember to be intimidated.

The crowd starts to boo and Rosie looks confused. Mercy Payne hops the railing behind Rosie with a tonfa. She slides in behind Rosie and cracks her in the neck with the tonfa and Rosie falls to her knees. Then, Mercy hits her one more time in the same spot with the tonfa and Rosie collapses on the mat.

The crowd continues to boo as Mercy mounts Rosie and presses the tonfa against her throat, choking her as she gasps for air. Two security workers run out, the first one to hit the ring takes the tonfa to the face, the second a spin kick. Then Mercy turns her attention back to Rosie. She yanks her to the apron and piledrives her on the unforgiving apron. Then she locks her in a guillotine, working more on the neck with Rosie completely limp.

That’s when Bill Grimes, head of security, and the rest of security rush out, Teresa LaChance right behind them. As the dozen or so start to surround her, Mercy breaks the hold. Teresa shouts.

Teresa LaChance: Get medical out here with a backboard and brace!

Mercy smiles sadistically while medical staff start to work on Rosie. As security escorts her up the ramp, Teresa yells from a distance.

Teresa LaChance: Get her out of the arena. She’s suspended indefinitely!

Kit Kobold vs Jason Sandman

Adam Lowe: Ladies and Gentlemen what I present to you next I wouldn’t dare call a wrestling match. Things have just gotten unsettling when it comes to…I’m just going to send it to ringside.

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JJ Adams: Welcome back. Kit Kobold is already in the ring and Jason Sandman is taking his sweet time getting to the ring.

Jayden Skiles: After everything that Sandman has done to Kit and his father I’d be moving slow to with all that remorse.

Johnson McConnell: Did you just start with us? You think Jason Sandman has any remorse over what has happened. I don’t even know if he knows what remorse is.

Jason Sandman slides into the ring and starts to make his way over to Kit Kobold. The referee blocks Sandman’s approach, referencing that the match hasn’t started yet. Sandman looks at the referee and just shrugs before pushing the referee down to the mat. He then turns his attention back to Kit Kobold who is charging Sandman with a chair. Sandman doesn’t hesitate and swings around with a kiss the demon into the chair that goes right back into Kit’s face.

JJ Adams: Kit Kobold is busted open again.

Jayden Skiles: The match hasn’t even started yet. Sandman should be ashamed.

Johnson McConnell: It’s like you have never paid attention as long as you’ve been employed here.

Jason Sandman looks down at the bloodied Kit Kobold before making a cover. Jason reaches over and moves the referees hand up and down three times before Sandman rolls out of the ring. Jason finds a microphone and gives a statement.

Jason Sandman: I just wanted to have a match. The kid is taking everything so personal. He’ll learn.

Jason Sandman then drops the microphone and heads up the ramp.

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15 Minutes of Rawlings Ep: 2

Champion” by Grinspoon plays over the speakers and Stephen Rawlings comes in holding a microphone. He walks to the ring holding a piece of paper.

Stephen Rawlings: Tonight I was supposed to have an amazing circus act for you as a symbol for how much of a circus this place has become…. But somehow… It got out of hand and had to fire them all… So instead, tonight I will read you the ending of Lost.

He looks at the paper and starts reading.

Stephen Rawlings: Act 12: Jack arrives at the concert to find that it is already over. He starts to call someone on his cellphone when Kate approaches him. KATE: It's over. JACK: Excuse me? KATE: The concert. It's over. You lookin' for someone? JACK: Yeah, my son. I was supposed to bring him here tonight, and then... I couldn't come, and… Kate smiles at him. Jack laughs. JACK: I'm sorry, where do I remember you from? KATE: I stole your pen. JACK: What? KATE: Uh... Oceanic 815, from Sydney? I bumped into you coming out of the bathroom, and I stole your pen. JACK: And that's how I know you? KATE: No... that's not how you know me. Kate walks closer to Jack and puts her hands on his face. Jack sees flashes of Kate on the Island. KATE: I missed you so much. Jack sees flashes of their first kiss on the Island. He backs away from her, confused.

The crowd starts to boo.

Stephen Rawlings: KATE: Are you okay? JACK: What is happening to me? Wh--who are you? I don't-- KATE: I know, you don't understand Jack. But if you come with me... you will. On-Island - Hurley helps an injured Jack as they come to the Source. Ben follows behind. The ground shakes. JACK: It's over there. HURLEY: How are we getting down there? JACK: We're not, I'm going alone. HURLEY: Dude, you can't go down there alone. If Desmond didn't make it, how the hell are you going to survive? Jack and Hurley exchange looks. Jack just shakes his head. HURLEY: No. No way, I'm not gonna let you die. JACK: Hurley, I'm already dead. HURLEY: You said you'd protect the Island! JACK: And that's what I'm doing. HURLEY: You're committing suicide! JACK: I'm not, this is the way it has to happen! This is what I'm supposed to do. HURLEY: You're not supposed to die! The Island needs you! JACK: Hurley…[putting his hand on Hurley's shoulder] it needs you. HURLEY: What? JACK: It needs to be you, Hugo. HURLEY: [crying] I can't... it's supposed to be you! JACK: It was only supposed to be me so I can do this. But if someone has to take care of the Island, if someone has to protect it then... then it should be you. Hurley... I believe in you. HURLEY: Alright I'll take it. But it's only temporary, as soon as you get that light back in, I'm pulling you up, and I'm giving it right back to you, deal?! JACK: Deal. [The ground shakes violently again.] JACK: Do you have anything to drink? Anything to drink out of... uh... a cup, a canteen? BEN: I do. [Ben gives Jack an empty Oceanic water bottle] Is that okay? JACK: It's perfect. [He fills it up with stream water.] JACK: [to Hurley] Drink this. [Hurley drinks the water.] HURLEY: Is that it? JACK: [putting his hand on Hurley's shoulder again] Now you're like me.

The boos start to get louder.

Stephen Rawlings On Hydra Island, inside the Ajira plane.] FRANK: Second time's a charm. It better be because we sure as hell don't have the battery power for a third time. [He flips some switches and the engines slowly kick in.] RICHARD: That good? FRANK: That my friends, is pure music! [Back at the cave, Hurley and Ben lower Jack down the waterfall.] HURLEY: Easy. Easy. Easy. [There's an earthquake and Jack falls the rest of the way.] JACK: Ah, ahh. [Jack finds Desmond unconscious by the side of the pool.] JACK: Desmond! Desmond? Can you hear me? DESMOND: The light... I put it out. It didn't work. I thought I'd leave this place. JACK: I got you. Come on. Come on. [Jack helps Desmond to his feet.] DESMOND: I'm still here. You were right Jack. JACK: Well, there's a first time for everything. DESMOND: I have to put it back. It was like a drain. JACK: That's what you did, you took that stone out of that hole over there. [Jack begins to tie the rope around Desmond, but he tries to stop him.] DESMOND: Jack you can't, even if you turn it back on it'll kill you. It has to be me! JACK: Desmond, you've done enough. You wanna do something? Go home and be with your wife and son. DESMOND: What about you, Jack? JACK: I'll see you in another life, brother.

The boos start to get so loud that t is drowning Stephen out. Control booth. Up my volume. I need to be heard over Top of these ingrates.

The volume is raises so that the last couple of words are clear.

Stephen Rawlings: That’s better. Thanks. Shall we continue? [On Hydra Island, Kate and Sawyer arrive on the beach.] KATE: Claire?! [The ground shakes and Sawyer notices a piece of the main Island break away and fall into the water.] SAWYER: Oh, that ain't good. [On the plane.] FRANK: Miles, go look out the door! You gotta be my eyes while I back this outta here! Richard, go tell me what he says! [On the beach.] KATE: Claire! Are you okay? [They notice the plane as it begins to reverse.] SAWYER: Come on, we gotta go! Come on! KATE: Claire, come on please! CLAIRE: I can't! KATE: Why?!CLAIRE: Look at me! This Island's made me crazy, I--I don't want Aaron to see me like this. I don't even know how to be a mother anymore. KATE: Listen to me, none of us do. Not at first. But you're not alone. Let me help you. Come on, let's go. [At the runway.] FRANK: Are we clear?!RICHARD: [to Miles] Are we clear?! MILES: Yeah looks like it to me! RICHARD: [to Frank] He says we're good! FRANK: You better pray we are Ricky boy, because I'm gonna spin her around! Hold on! Sawyer, Kate and Claire are running for the plane. KATE: Sawyer! Tell him to stop! CLAIRE: Tell him we're coming! SAWYER: [on walkie] Lapidus! Lapidus! Lapidus, hold on! [Frank doesn't hear him.] FRANK: Alright, we're good to go! [Miles closes the door.] FRANK: Let's go! [Richard and Miles buckle up in the cockpit. Frank prepares to take off, but he notices Sawyer, Kate and Claire on the runway.]l FRANK: What the hell? Boys we got some late arrivals, open the door. Come on! [Inside the cave - Jack makes it to his feet. He struggles to pick up the stone and slowly drags it to the hole. He pushes the stone into the hole and collapses with exhaustion. Over on Hydra Island, Miles opens the door to the plane and throws some wires out. Claire, Kate and Sawyer climb onto the plane.]

This isn’t working…. Let’s just show the scene!!!

the scene from lost starts up where Stephen left off.
FRANK: We're running out of time!
MILES: Way to wait until the last second, Jim
Stephen Rawlings: Play it loud so everyone can here.
SAWYER: Good to see you too, Enos.
RICHARD: We got 'em!
FRANK: Everybody buckle up tight! Hold on!
[Frank prepares the plane for take off. Outside, the runway begins to crack under the plane.]
FRANK: Here we go, Frank.
[Frank accelerates and the plane begins to rocket along the runway. The passengers look nervous. Claire holds onto Kate's hand as Frank attempts to lift the plane into the air.]
FRANK: Come on. Come on.
[The plane narrowly clears the tops of the trees and takes to the skies. Frank and the rest of the passengers give sighs of relief.]
FRANK: Amen.

[Back at the Source - Jack awaits to see if his plan worked. Water starts to trickle into the pool and a bright yellow light glows from the center. Jack laughs with joy as the light regains it's former brightness and water gushes into the pool.]
BEN: He did it, the light's back on.
HURLEY: Dude, pull!
[Ben and Hurley grab the rope and start to pull Desmond up.]
HURLEY: Hang on, Jack!
[Jack is still in the pool, laughing, as it fills with water. Desmond is pulled to the top of the waterfall.]
HURLEY: Got him...Desmond? No...Jack! Jack!
[Flash sideways - Outside the church, Locke pulls up in a taxi. The driver gets out and assits him into his wheelchair. Locke gives him some money.]
LOCKE: Thank you.
[He wheels himself to the church, where he stops next to Ben, who is sat on a bench.]
LOCKE: Hello Benjamin.
BEN: Hello John.
LOCKE: Is everyone already inside?
BEN: I believe most of them are, yes.
[Locke smiles and starts to leave.]
BEN: I'm very sorry for what I did to you John. I was selfish, jealous. I wanted everything you had.
LOCKE: What did I have?
BEN: You were special, John... and I wasn't.
LOCKE: Well if it helps, Ben, I forgive you.
BEN: Thank you, John...that does help. It matters more than I can say.
LOCKE: What are you gonna do now?
BEN: I have some things I still need to work out. I think I'll stay here a while.
[Locke goes to leave again.]
BEN: You know, I don't think you need to be in that chair anymore.
[Locke stops and slowly gets out of his chair, pushing it behind him as he stands.]
LOCKE: Goodbye, Ben.
[Ben nods. Locke walks up the steps and enters the church.]

[On-Island - Outside the cave, Ben rests an unconscious Desmond's head on his backpack. Hurley silently stares into the cave.]
BEN: I think Desmond's gonna be okay.
HURLEY: Jack's...gone...isn't he?
[Ben just nods to confirm it and Hurley breaks down into tears.]
BEN: He did his job, Hugo.
HURLEY: It's my job now... What the hell am I supposed to do?
BEN: I think you do what you do best. Take care of people. You can start by helping Desmond get home.
HURLEY: But how? People can't leave the Island.
BEN: That's how Jacob ran things... Maybe there's another way. A better way.
HURLEY: Will you help me?
BEN: I'm sorry?
HURLEY: I could really use someone with like, experience. For a little while. Will you help me, Ben?
BEN: I'd be honored.
HURLEY: Cool.

[Flash sideways - Ben is still sat outside the church. Hurley comes outside and sees him.]
HURLEY: Oh, hey dude.
BEN: Hello, Hugo!
HURLEY: We're all inside.
BEN: I don't think I'm coming in.
[Hurley turns to leave then looks back to Ben.]
HURLEY: You know, you were a real good number two.
BEN: And you were a great number one, Hugo.
HURLEY: Thanks, dude. I'll see ya.
[Hurley goes back into the church. Jack and Kate arrive by car.]
KATE: Do you know where we are?
JACK: This is where I was gonna have my father's funeral. He died, in Australia.
KATE: I'm sorry.
JACK: Why did you bring me here?
KATE: Because this is where you were gonna have your father's funeral. You can go in around back.
JACK: Wait, where you going?
KATE: Inside. I'll be waiting for you there, once you're ready.
JACK: Ready for what?
KATE: To leave.
[Kate leaves the car and heads for the church.]

[On-Island - A bloodied Jack awakes to find himself outside the cave, in a small pond. He staggers to his feet and makes his way out of the pond, holding his stab wound.]

[Flash sideways - Jack makes his way into the back door of the church. He finds himself inside a small chapel with various religious artifacts, and a stained glass window with six symbols of different faiths - Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism and Taoism. His father's coffin is also there. Jack approaches the coffin and circles it before putting his hand on it. As soon as he touches it, he sees a flash of himself waking up on the Island for the first time after the crash. He places his other hand on the coffin, this time seeing more flashes of his time on the Island, just after the crash. More flashes; Locke pulling him up the cliff, saying goodbye to Sawyer, leaving on the helicopter, with Kate in the Hydra, seeing Kate for the first time, their final kiss. As the flashes stop, he backs away from the coffin dazed and confused. Then he opens the coffin to discover it is empty.]
VOICE: Hey, kiddo.
[Jack turns around to see his father standing behind him.]
JACK: Dad?
CHRISTIAN: Hello, Jack.
JACK: I don't understand...you died.
CHRISTIAN: Yeah. Yes I did...
JACK: Then how are you here right now?
[Christian sighs.]
CHRISTIAN: How are you here?
JACK: I died too...
[Jack begins to cry as he remembers.]
CHRISTIAN: It's okay...it's okay. It's okay son.
[Christian approaches Jack and they hug each other.]
JACK: I love you, dad.
CHRISTIAN: I love you too, son.
JACK: You...are you real?
CHRISTIAN: I should hope so. Yeah, I'm real. You're real, everything that's ever happened to you is real. All those people in the church...they're real too.
JACK: They're all...they're all dead?
CHRISTIAN: Everyone dies sometime, kiddo. Some of them before you, some...long after you.
JACK: But why are they all here now?
CHRISTIAN: Well there is no "now" here.
JACK: Where are we, dad?
CHRISTIAN: This is the place that you...that you all made together, so that you could find one another. The most...important part of your life, was the time that you spent with these people. That's why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you.
JACK: For what?
CHRISTIAN: To remember...and to...let go.
JACK: Kate...she said we were leaving.
CHRISTIAN: Not leaving, no. Moving on.
JACK: Where are we going?
CHRISTIAN: [smiling] Let's go find out.
[Jack nods and they enter the church. Everyone else is already here, greeting each other. On the Island, Jack walks through the jungle holding his wound. At the church, Jack is greeted by Locke.]
LOCKE: We've been waiting for you.
[Jack greets Desmond and Penny, shaking Desmond's hand. He hugs Boone. On the Island, he stumbles through the bamboo forest, passing the white tennis shoe that once belonged to his father's corpse, now worn and dirty after 3 years exposed to the weather. At the church, he hugs Hurley. Claire, Charlie, Sun, Shannon and Sayid all gather around Aaron. Jack greets Sawyer before noticing Kate, and she holds his hand as they sit down in the pews. On the Island, Jack comes to the spot where he woke up from the crash and collapses to the ground, still clutching at his wound. At the church, everyone else sits down. Christian puts his hand on Jack's shoulder as he passes by. On the Island, Jack is laying on his back on the ground when he hears a dog bark - it's Vincent. Vincent greets him and then lays beside him. At the church, Christian walks down the aisle and opens the doors, leaving and letting a bright white light fill the room. Everyone gazes at their surroundings, Jack and Kate share a glance. On the Island, a dying Jack witnesses the Ajira plane fly over head. He smiles, knowing he isn't going to die for nothing. At the church, Jack is swallowed by the white light. On the Island, Jack's eye closes. He is gone. Black screen.

Stephen Rawlings: And that’s it! Thank you everyone. This has been 15 minutes of Rawlings. Can’t wait to see you next week.

Unguarded

Emily Simms and her manager Eric Winters are seen walking down the halls of Redemption. Emily is in her street clothes and has a very pensive look on her face as Eric speaks.

Eric: Did you hear what I said? You did what you had to do Emily.

Emily: I know I did Eric, I realize that now. I can’t be Miss nice girl if I want to get anywhere in Redemption. We can’t all be like Pandora now can we?

Eric: Exactly, you need to step up and make your presence felt. Regardless of how you need to do it....

Emily holds up a hand to Eric as they start to pass by Arley’s dressing room.

Eric: What?

Emily: Will you shut up?

Emily cautiously creeps closer to the door which is slightly ajar and then steps inside once she’s certain nobody is there. Emily’s gaze casts across the room and falls onto a black duffel bag and something sticking out.

Emily: What’s this we have here?

Eric looks out the door to keep an eye out for Arley as Emily pulls out an ornate looking mask Holding it up, Emily’s not quite sure what to think of it.

Eric: Put it back before someone shows up Emily!

Emily opens her backpack and stuffs the mask inside. Zipping up the bag she grins and begins to whistle,

Emily: I’m keeping it, Arley will never know who took it. Besides, this mask is way too cool for someone like her...Now we can go...

As the camera pans away, Emily is quite literally skipping down the halls with Eric not far behind her keeping an eye out.

Team Building Exercise

Anthony comes walking down the ramp. He walks over to the timekeeper and picks up a microphone and the Dominion title belt. He walks up the stairs.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:Howdy partner. It appears that you are already and set to go for our match next week in San Diego. I’m glad to see that, little buddy.

Anthony walks onto the ring apron and steps into the ring.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:I am so excited that you and I are going to step into the ring with each other. I mean not because I hate you or anything because I really don’t. Seriously. Which I know is hard to believe since I can be you know...a douche.

Anthony hands Trixie the Dominion title belt to her.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:I am looking forward to our match not only because it is for your championship but it will make our partnership even better. Any unresolved issues we might have will all be straightened out through this match. By the time our match is over we will be on the same page and ::Anthony coughs:: I’ll be the Dominion champion::coughs::

Anthony smiles as drops the microphone and proceeds to walk out of the ring.

Main Event
Casey Holliday vs Chance Field vs Jake Mason vs Slade

Mason hit Holliday with a foreign object while the referee was tending Slade after taking a sick knee bump outside the ring. Chance snuck in the ring, tosses out Mason, and stole the pinfall on Casey Holliday to pick up the win.