Salvation: Battle by the Beach

[Donnie]

Preshow

Showcase Tag Team Championship
Power House (c) vs Cash Money
-Solid match that saw Power House win in the end after getting the pinfall on Eddie Money.

BRATS & Belle Laveneau vs Haze of Payne and Pandora
-Really good match. The finish had Belle hit a cheap shot on Pandora, then hit a bridging German suplex to win while BRATS and Haze of Payne fought outside the ring.

Eddie Penbrook vs Xavier Cross
-These two men brawled to a double count out and had to be separated by security.

Dominion Championship
Trixie Decker (c) vs Anthony Cross

Adam Lowe: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Battle by the Beach, here at Mission Beach in San Diego, California. It’s a beautiful evening. Our first match for you is for the Dominion Championship. Trixie Decker defends her belt against her newly found tag team partner, Anthony Cross. The question behind this match has been, whatever happens, can these two remain on the same page no matter what.

Highlights show on the screen as Adam Lowe gives a summary of events leading up to the finish.

Adam Lowe: This match was a lot of back and forth, with both wrestlers unable to take a prolonged run of offense, and the fans loved the balance of the match. A few times in there, Cross used some underhanded tactics, holding the tights, ropes for leverage. Each time when it failed he’d just shrug his shoulders at Trixie as if to say “I had to try.” Then the ending, well the ending was a unique one that had to be sorted out. Let’s take you to the ring to show you.

*****

Cross charges full speed ahead at Trixie, but she leap frogs him. Cross hits the ropes and rebounds back only to get met with a double knee facebreaker.

JJ Adams: Huge impact move.

Johnson McConnell: These two have put on a show in there, they’ve got to be spent. I don’t see how either has any juice left in the tank.

Trixie goes for the pin.

…..1
…..2
….Cross manages to kick out.

Trixie sits there a moment, catching her breath and smiling in shock at the kick out. Then she moves back to cross and hits him with a few forearms as she backs him into the corner. Trixie whips him to the far corner. Cross hits the corner and comes running back out with a clothesline. Trixie hits the mat and rolls under it, then she puts on the breaks and drop kicks Cross, who in turn falls into referee Zack Rhodes.

JJ Adams: The referee is out.

Jayden Skiles: That means business is about to pick up.

Trixie checks on the referee. When she finally turns back around Cross is waiting and hits her with a spinning spinebuster. Cross covers.

JJ Adams: He pins, but there’s no referee.

Jayden Skiles: What’s he doing? He knows the referee is out.

Johnson McConnell: It’s instinct. That’s a big move of his, habit says you pin after hitting it.

JJ Adams: Look at this, here comes another referee!!

Referee Angela White comes rushing down to the ring, slides underneath the ropes and starts to count. But as soon as she does Trixie kicks out. Cross pulls her up from the mat and motions for his finish.

JJ Adams: Looks like he’s setting her up for Death Penalty.

Cross tucks the head, but Trixie slips free, pushes into the corner. Then she goes flying into the corner with a leaping clothesline, but cross moves. Trixie manages to catch herself, then leaps to the top turnbuckle.

JJ Adams: Great agility. Color me impressed.

Johnson McConnell: The girl is a natural athlete. She makes a lot of hard things look so damn easy.

Cross recovers. He goes to the middle turnbuckle and hits her with a punch to the gut. Then Crosa goes to the top rope and tries tucking her head.

Jayden Skiles: Am I imaging things or is he going for a top rop powerbomb?

Johnson McConnell: It does look like it. I’m curious where this goes.

Trixie slips out. Cross then hooks her arm, while at the same time Trixie wraps her legs around his neck and both go falling to the mat.

Jayden Skiles: I don’t know what happened, but that was cool.

Johnson McConnell: Looks like Cross was going for a arm drag slam from the top rope while Trixie went for a head scissors and they both partially pulled off the moves.

They both lay on the mat, an arm draped over one another. Angela White starts to count the pin for Cross while Zack Rhodes counts a pin for Trixie.

…..1
…..2
…..3!!

They both call for the bell.

Johnson McConnell: So…who won?

Jayden Skiles: No clue, but I’m at the edge of my seat.

White and Rhodes discuss things. They get on a headset and watch a replay of it on a tablet at the ring announcers table, but nothing. Then they can both be seen talking into the head sets.

JJ Adams: It appears that they are talking to Redemption officials backstage to sort this one out.

Back in the ring, Cross and Trixie are both sitting up looking interested. Finally Rhodes nods his head as he gets direction from backstage. Then he passes it along to Trinity Nicole to make the announcement.

Trinity Nicole: This match has ended in a double pinfall draw, therefore, the ruling is…your NEW Dominion Co-Champions…Trixie Decker and Anthony Cross!!!

Jayden Skiles: Co-champs? What’s that? I don’t get it.

JJ Adams: I’m getting details from the back. The ruling is both are the champion. They’ll have the right to choose who defends the belt. But if one of them loses the belt, they both lose the belt.

Johnson McConnell: Split custody. I got that in my third divorce. It’s a mess.

Back in the ring both Cross and Decker are awarded the belt.

[Donnie]

This Will Happen

Cutting away from the finish of the Dominion Championship match,Television champion Rosie Sinn is sitting in the medical trailer where she just finished getting checked on by Redemption doctor, Mary Wells.

Mary Wells: I can’t clear you tonight. Not with that neck in the condition it’s in.

Rosie Sinn: I don’t think you get it, Doc, I’m fighting that bitch tonight. So just clear me and I can get on with it.

Mary Wells: No, I don’t think you get it. There’s no way I can consciously clear you to fight. The neck’s nothing to toy with. You can do permanent life long damage if you go out there tonight. I can’t let you do that.

Rosie Sinn: Look, Doc, here’s the deal. I’m ready to be done and move on. This fight with me and her is going to happen, so it might as well happen tonight. If it don’t happen tonight, then who knows, maybe next time she actually breaks my neck, there’s no telling what Pyscho Twat will do next. So you just tell me what to do to make it happen, and I’ll make it happen. If not, I’ll just have her meet me in parking lot.

Mary Wells: (sighing) Very well. Sign a waiver stating you clear myself and Redemption of any liability and you have been both explained and understand the risk should you choose to fight, and then you can have your match tonight.

Rosie Sinn: Get the papers and show me where to sign.

The Respectable Thing To Do

Belle: Well at least this week management got it right and made sure I had a dressing room.

Harlow: Why are we even here this week babe? You don’t even have a match this week and Pandora’s not around.

Belle: I’m here even though I don’t have a match because it’s the right thing to do. I’m here to support the company even if they don’t always support their wrestlers as they should.

Harlow: I see what you mean now beautiful. I’m parched, I’m going to get a Pepsi. Would you like one too?

Belle: Yes beautiful

Harlow gives Belle a kiss on the cheek and returns a few minutes later with two bottles of Pepsi.

When Harlow hands the bottle to Belle, it shakes her out of her line of thought.

Harlow: Whatcha thinking?

Belle: I need to separate Pandora from the herd, she’s making too many friends. It’s hard not to respect Slade but the rest of them? If I were to roll my eyes any harder they’d roll up in the back of my head. The thing I need to figure out is how to cull the herd know what I mean?

Arley Kirk vs Emily Simms

There's a lot to be said about Emily Simms and her recent change of heart. With Simms and Kirk looking to put an end to their tumultuous feud once and for all tonight, we were promised a thriller before anybody even started talking!

Emily Simms had the definitive upper hand in the early goings of this encounter, rocking Arley with devastating forearms and uppercuts. Emily Simms just seemed to have Arley Kirk's number, cutting her off with every opening that she even tried to find. Simms' manager, Eric, was also sneaking around at ringside, often cutting Arley's momentum off dead when she would run the ropes. We're going to take you to a crucial turning point in the match right here!

J.J: Simms with the drop toe hold! Kirk landing across the middle rope..

Simms gets a BOO from the crowd as she distracts the referee while Eric lines up with his briefcase..

Johnson: BAM! Oh wait. Hang on a minute!

The crowd warms up as Arley rolls out of the way, Winters hitting nothing but rope..

J.J: Kirk back to her feet and Simms coming in with that CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!

The crowd eats it up as Arley spots it at the last second, dragging down the top rope and using Emily's own momentum to launch her over and down to the floor..

J.J: Check this one out, Johnson!

The fans are on their feet as AK takes a quick run up, leaps to the top rope, twists in mid air and lands a springboard phoenix splash onto Simms and Winters!

Johnson: WHAT A DIVE and what a MESS!

The referee starts to count Kirk and Simms out as they both start to stir in the concrete outside the ring

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Crowd: YOU SICK BITCH! YOU SICK BITCH! YOU SICK BITCH!
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It's Arley who gets to her knees first, but it's Emily who lets go with a huge European uppercut, stunning Arley before rolling her back into the ring
Johnson: Vaulting guillotine legdrop to the inside by Simms and a cover!

ONE
TWO
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Kirk gets the shoulder up!

J.J: Simms seems a little madder as she drags Arley to her feet! Ooh! Look at those forearms fly!

Emily knees Arley in the gut and doubles her over to hook up her swinging neckbreaker, but..

Johnson: Arley keeps her footing! She traps the arm and reels her in!

J.J: Kirk snaps off the arm trap neckbreaker reversal and rolls her up!

ONE
TWO
TH..

Emily Simms kicks out!

Arley gets to her knees, looking around and panting as sweat rolls down her brow. Suddenly, AK nods confidently..

J.J: Woah, Kirk with the kip up!

The fan volume boosts dramatically again as AK rolls backwards and snaps off her standing moonsault!
Johnson: JUICE BOX SEREN~

J.J: Simms pops the knees up!

Arley rolls off, clutching her abdomen in agony.

Johnson: Emily's giving the signal! I think she's going to finish it off right here!

Simms takes a run up and lets out a roar as she lunges forward and goes to take AK's head off with her shining wizard, but Arley times her next move perfectly..

Johnson: Kirk rolls out of the way and scoops Simms into the COYOTE CLUTCH~

Before Arley can grab Emily's arms and rip her backwards, Emily trips Arley up and brings her over with a modified judo style arm drag..

J.J: Emily has had enough! She's really raining down fists on Kirk now! Look at her GO!

The fans alternately BOO and CHEER as Emily and Arley manage to roll back and forward as they trade punches, but it's Emily who finally knocks Arley stupid..
Johnson: Stomp to the face of Kirk before she drags her to her feet..

Emily wasn't really watching where she was going, so she manages to knock the referee down in the process of the irish whip..

J.J: WOAH! Winters tried to smash Kirk in the head with his briefcase, but AK ducks!

Arley gets a POP as she springboards and takes Simms down with a BIG hurricanrana. Emily is stunned for a second as she ends up back on her feet, but she quickly comes back to it as Eric throws her the briefcase and she catches it..

Johnson: Look out, Kirk!

Emily hurls the briefcase to Arley as hard as she can, but AK miraculously catches it..

J.J: Emily looking to nail Arley in the face with a briefcase assisted roundhouse kick but she ducks!
Arley throws the briefcase back to a stunned Emily..

J.J: ROLLING WHEEL KICK into the briefcase! Arley is on target!

Arley gets a brief pop as she hurls the briefcase out of the ring in the direction of Eric, and he's forced to duck. He also uses this distraction to discreetly remove a turnbuckle pad. Arley gets down quickly and wakes the ref before hauling Emily up in a cravate, the crowd suspense building..

J.J: Arley going for the AK95~

Emily manages to break free and angrily shoves Arley off of her, sending her crashing into the corner..

Johnson: Kirk is out on her feet as she crashes into that exposed turnbuckle and rebounds out of that corner! Simms giving the signal!

J.J: Simms is going to BULLDOG Kirk into that exposed turnbuckle?!

The crowd suspense really builds up as AK slips out backwards and Emily nearly crashes into the exposed turnbuckle herself..

J.J: Kirk with the bounce to the top rope! Simms turns back around!!

Johnson: SHE'S OUT OF HER DAMN MIND!
J.J: SPRINGBOARD MICHI-DESTROYER!! This has to be IT!!

Emily's head spikes into the mat and AK takes a few seconds before she crawls over and gets the cover

ONE
TWO
THREE

Johnson: Winters is FURIOUS that he's just a split second too late to break this up!

[Donnie]

Door Knocking

Stephen Rawlings opens the door of his locker room and peaks his head out. He looks over at Cross Delaney who is standing guard farther down the hall.

Stephen Rawlings: Psst… Psst…

Cross stands there oblivious.

Stephen Rawlings: Psst… Psst…

Cross continues to just stand there.

Stephen Rawlings: CROSS!

Cross turns and looks at Stephen Rawlings

Cross Delaney: Hey, what’s up?

Stephen Rawlings: Any sign of her or any of her friends?

Cross Delaney: Well, I’m not quite sure who her friends are. I thought they were all in her head?

Stephen Rawlings: I’m not sure all of those people are her friends… Either way… Any sign?

Cross Delaney: None… It’s been quiet….

Stephen looks around

Stephen Rawlings: Maybe a little too quiet.

Cross Delaney: Why do you say that?

Stephen Rawlings: Well, I’m not the only one with a locker room in this hallway. There should have been someone going through here. The fact there's been a couple matches and nothing…. Something is amiss…

Cross Delaney: Ahh… You worry too much Steve.

Stephen Rawlings: It’s Stephen!

He shakes his head.

LStephen Rawlings: I’m going to take a nap. You know what to do if you see her.

Stephen closes the door leaving Cross alone in the hallway.

Lyric steps around the corner, a smug smile on her lips. Already in her black bustier and matching shorts with her black half shirt with “Abbadon Reigns” written in metallic red script. She gives Cross a quick once over as she closes the distance.

Lyric (as Abbadon): I see the little rat has abandoned you to the wolves, hasn’t he? I’ve gotta know, is he that afraid of women or am I just the lucky one?

Cross Delaney: He’s not afraid of anyone. Stephen is one of the greatest wrestlers Redemption has ever seen. Up there with other greats I’ve worked with like Tony Field and Ashton Crowley. He has me here because he’s tired of you… or some variation of you… begging him for a match week after week. This week he is doing a dramatic reading of the ending of Game of Thrones with puppets and he needs to be prepared so… Please… Leave the premises.

Lyric laughs, obviously a darker tone.

Lyric (as Abbadon): I don’t believe I’ll be going anywhere. So here’s what’s going to happen - turn around and announce my presence or I’ll make sure you go through the door instead. I’m done playing games and Lyric isn’t here right now.

Cross cracks his knuckles.

Cross Delaney: Let’s go then! This isn’t my first rodeo sister!

Lyric sighs heavily then kicks him hard in the groin, doubling him over. With a slightly maniacal laugh, she grabs him by the hair and trunks, and shoves him through the door.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Knock knock, Steviekins. Hope I’m not interrupting your “Little Stevie” time. Don’t think my stomach could take it.

Stephen puts his Drogon and Jon Snow puppets down, and stands up.

Stephen Rawlings: Son of a bitch! Cross is useless. Go away Lyric. I have nothing to say to you!

Lyric gives him a smug smirk.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Call me Abby. Lyric’s taking a nap right now. Unfortunately for you, Cross is done for now and we have a match coming up. Have you not figured out that I’m not going anywhere until you give me what I want. I took over because of you, you walking hemorrhoid.

Stephen Rawlings: You’re like a fucking cockroach….So Fine… If you want a match to come up.. If you really really want to lose to me that badly… We can have a match… But none of those stupid stips suggested last week. These are stips…. Take them or leave them… Tonight during 15 minutes of Rawlings… 5 minute match. Take it or leave it.

Lyric smiles as she pats his cheek.

Lyric (as Abbadon): I knew you’d see it my way, Steviekins.

She turns on her heel and heads out the door laughing maniacally.

Stephen laughs to himself.

Stephen Rawlings: Peon…. I book the matches on my segment… She didnt ask about the other stip… That this will be her ONLY match against me.

Stephen shakes his head and walks back to his puppet.

Stephen Rawlings: Fucking idiot.

The feed fades out.

The Weigh In

“The One True Heir Changes the Course of History in…”


A countdown appears on the tron.

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An explosion goes off on the ramp and the words “New Real Deal” appear on the tron as 30/30-150 by Stone Sour plays. The fans start to boo and chant.

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

Chance Field steps out on the ramp with his friend and muscle, Ares Bones, with him. Both men are dressed in what looks to be insanely expensive designer suits; Ares is black, while Chance’s is a combination of a pale gold and green.

Chance glares at the crowd as the chants grow louder. He walks down the ramp, steps up the stairs, wipes his feet on the apron before stepping into the ring. He doesn’t do any playful taunting of the crowd, he just picks up the microphone from the ring floor.

The crowd continues chant at Chance.

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

Chance Field: So it’s that time of night to be disappointed. All of you paid hard earned money just to see me, Chance Field, have a match tonight. Now while it’s not totally off the table, it’s not on my hands. We have to see if Fat Ass Jack has made weight, a feat I seriously doubt he can achieve. But let’s get on with the charade and get fat boy out here.

All You Can Eat by The Fat Boys begins to play. A very determined Hungry Jack makes his way to the ring. He's ready to compete and sweat drips from his body. He uses a towel to dry himself off and the fans cheer. Jack stops short of climbing the stairs and entering the ring. Instead he asks for a microphone.

Hungry Jack: Chance you might want to do yourself a favor and leave the ring. It's for your own safety because as soon as the scale reveals my weight lose I'm going to make short work of you and anyone that gets in my way.

The big man stomps up the steel steps.

Hungry Jack: Last chance Baby Carrot…

He enters the ring and is immediately surrounded by Redemption officials. They hold back the competitive eater as he continues directing words at Field. On the other side of the ring Chance mocks Jack as he stands slightly behind Ares Bones.

The crowd starts chanting.

“Baby Carrot”

Chance Field: SHUT UP! And you! You? Make weight? Can you even lace up your own boots? I doubt it. We both know this is all a charade for sympathy.

Chance continues to cower behind Ares.

Hungry Jack: I can do anything on my own, unlike you Field. If anyone needs sympathy it's you. When I'm done with you you'll be nothing more than baby carrot puree! I'm through with talking. Let's get this done so I can get my hands on you.

Chance steps away to the corner and motions to the scale, where referee Angela White is standing for the official weigh in.

Hungry Jack: Times up Field!

Jack steps onto the scale with a smile. He is confident it will show his 25lb weight lose. As the scale does it's job, a look of shock comes across Jack's face.

Angela White: Hungry Jack's official weight...407 lbs!

As the realization sets in, Chance Field is smiling from his corner of the ring.

Chance Field: Look at that. You can’t even lose weight right. If I’m not mistaken that’s what we call weight GAIN. But hey, I’m a compassionate man. Tell you what, I’ll give you one more try. You have until August 1st, FightFest. If we’re lucky, you’ll hit 430 by then.

He laughs hysterically as his music queues up.

Tag Team Championship
Rikers Demolition Squad (c) vs Cattle Drive Crew

Adam Lowe: Next up is our tag title match featuring two undefeated teams facing off against each other. This rivalry has gotten heated in a short period of time, starting when Rikers tried to congratulate Cattle Drive Crew on their being named number one contenders, only to be attacked with a bull rope and cowbell. Since then things have gotten progressively worse between these two teams.

Adam Lowe: This match started off as a brawl before the match even started, with 10 minutes of brawling at ringside and through the crowd that the fans ate up, but officials were unable to get control of. Once this match finally found its way to the ring and got started, it was still chaos up to the very end. Let’s show you how this match ends.

*****

Zeus and Samuels trade punches back and forth, neither man giving any ground. Then Zeus finally hits a roundhouse then belly to back suplexes halfway across the ring.

Johnson McConnell: Do my eyes deceive me or did we just see a wrestling move.

Jayden Skiles: This has definitely been a bar room brawl, though a good and fun one.

Samuels tags in Boomer while Zeus plays to the crowd. Boomer comes up behind him and hits a forearm across the neck. Then he hits a hidden low blow, followed by a spinning lariat taking Zeus down.

JJ Adams: The force he hits that with is impressive.

Johnson McConnell: Reminds me of me.

Jupiter tries to come in to intervene. Is sent back by the official. Zeus then delivers his own low blow. Then he raises with a jab to the throat.

JJ Adams; There’s nothing clean to this match.

Jayden Skiles: That’s what makes it fun. This is MMA on steroids.

Boomer comes rushing into the ring only to take an uppercut from Zeus, blood spurting all over Zeus.

Johnson McConnell: He just broke his nose!

Boomer isn’t slowed by it, instead it seems to drive him more. He lowers his shoulder and drives Zeus into the ropes and out of the ring, not noticing the blind tag from Jupiter as he did.

JJ Adams: Jupiter’s the legal man now.

Johnson McConnell: And he has to be the freshest of these four.

Outside the ring, Boomer drops Zeus throat first in the railing. Meanwhile, Samuels is still trying to catch his breath from the throat punch when Jupiter lands a leaping headbutt. Then he follows it up with a Jackhammer.

JJ Adams: Stainless Steel Ride.

Jayden Skiles: And Boomer is oblivious to it outside the the ring.

JJ Adams: The cover.

…..1
…..2
…..3!!

As the bell rings, Boomer finally takes notice, though it’s too late. Jupiter smiles and then tosses out Samuels in the direction of Boomer. Boomer glares at him then tosses Zeus back in the ring to his partner as the two teams stare each other down before Rikers are given their belts back.

[Donnie]

Control Slipping

The camera cuts to the interior of The Madness dressing room where only Lyric is seen. The normally happy yet quirky blonde is visibly different. Instead of her ponytails, her red and black dyed locks are pulled into a high bun. Her ring gear is a black bustier and matching shorts with four red diamonds in a cluster. Her black half shirt has “Abbadon Reigns” written in metallic red script. It’s obvious that Lyric is visibly agitated as she paces the room.

Lyric: I told you I would deal with Rawlings!

Her face flashes a sneer.

Lyric (as Abbadon): And you’ve done a bang up job so far, haven’t you? I got more done in one night than you have the entire time.

Lyric: You’ve done NOTHING!

Lyric (as Abbadon): Just like the way you’ve done nothing but moon over Lucky since you met him! If you want him, make a goddamn move! As far as tonight -

Lucky peeks into the room and gives a crooked smile as he scratches his head.

Lucky Keenan: And they say WE are crazy. Hahaha. That’s funny. Laugh. It’s supposed to tickle the funny bone.

Lyric whips to face him, obviously embarrassed.

Lyric: Sorry about that. Abby’s being a bitch.

Lyric (as Abbadon): It’s better than being a pathetic doormat.

Lucky Keenan: Did you know that the funny bone isn’t a bone at all? It’s actually the ulnar nerve and when you…wait…no more Lyric?

Lyric gives him a smug smile.

Lyric (as Abbadon): She’s going on vacation for a while. Why? You gonna miss her?

Lucky Keenan: See, it’s a point of contention between us. I, as in Lucky, prefer Lyric. Drake prefers you.

Lyric (as Abbadon): She’ll be overcome that you prefer her to me. She’s just too much of a chickenshit to tell you. No offense but Drake seems to share my way of doing things which works out better for me.

Lucky Keenan: See, though, there’s an order to things. Lucky and I used to be at odds. It was always a contentious relationship and that distracted us from what was needed. Now we’ve found a way that works for both of us.

Lyric (as Xaxis): Lucky, Lyric is losing control and even I don’t know if I can help her. That’s the cost of summoning a Knight of Hell I guess. She’s been embarrassed by Rawlings, by you and herself. We’ve gotta pull her back.

Lucky sighs.

Lucky Keenan: We might know someone who can help. He says he’s a new man, but with certain types you never know. So it could work, or it could come at a hefty price.

Lucky fidgets, finds his phone, then sends her the information.

She pulls out her phone, looking over the information. She looks back up at him.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Why would we need this? I’ll deal with that bag of dicks and MAYBE I’ll go back to the darker corner for a while. You need to focus on Bael and don’t stress over the little lovesick loser tonight. Focus.

Lucky Keenan: We are ready. We have a plan A, a plan B, and a plan C. But don’t discount that. Certain people have a hardon for Rawlings and might know how to get you a FAIR match against him. After all, he did start the #FireRawlingsNow movement.

Lyric’s eyes light up, indicating she’s back in the driver’s seat.

Lyric: You really think he’ll help me, Lucky? He’s a big catch for us.

She smiles and hugs Lucky thankfully.

Lyric: Thank you for being my friend. Now let’s kick some ass tonight!

Fade to black.

Not Over Yet

Backstage after their successful tag title defense, Toby Keller stands by with the tag team champions as the TV title match is just moments away. Zeus and Jupiter are pitched in sweat from their prior match. With the belts resting over each one of their shoulders, Zeus looks all too happy.

Zeus: Did you see that Keller? When my fist slammed into the jaw of Boomer and his nose broke?! The way the blood spurted. That was exquisite.

Toby Keller: It..well. Now that you’re done with Cattle Drive Crew, what’s next for you two?

Jupiter: Next is whoever steps up. As long as we hold these belts, we are the pinnacle of tag team wrestling. The moment we hide behind these belts we no longer deserve them. That all starts next week when face 2X in a title…

A cow bell crashes across the skull of Jupiter, busting him open and he crashes to the ground. Samuels begins an assault, ramming the bell into his skull repeatedly. Meanwhile, Boomer wraps a bull rope around the throat of Zeus and begins to choke him out. This assault continues until Rikers appear out cold. Then Samuels spits a wad of chew in the face of Jupiter and looks to Toby.

Ryan Samuels: This isn’t over yet. Let em know that when they wake up.

Main Event Hour One

Television Championship Match
Rosie Sinn (c) vs. Mercy Payne

Adam Lowe: Our hour one main event is among us, and it’s a match that had been in doubt for much of the week with Rosie Sinn brutally attacked at the hands of Mercy Payne last week, and told she was likely not to compete due to a neck injury. On the other end of spectrum, Mercy Payne was suspended indefinitely, but was able to find a work around thanks in part to an alliance formed with Chance Field.

Mercy came to the ring first. Then when Rosie’s music hit, Rosie came through the crowd and ambushed Mercy from behind much to the approval of the crowd. Because of this, Rosie controlled the early part of the match, but she did appear to be wrestling a safer style to protect her injured neck, something that Mercy noticed, too, and took advantage of and started to work over the neck. Let’s show you how this one ended.

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ONE…
TWO…
THR-Rosie kicks out.

JJ Adams: Rosie kicks out again.

Johnson McConnell: Tell you what, JJ, Rosie has shown more heart here than I’ve ever seen, but I’m not sure her neck can take anymore in there.

Jayden Skiles: Hey, it’s her fault. She agrees to fight this match. She could’ve put it off.

Mercy pulls Rosie back up and starts to club her over the neck. Then she spikes her head first on the neck with a DDT.

JJ Adams: Another wicked bump on the neck.

Johnson McConnell: I really don’t like this, JJ. If Mercy has her way, then Rosie will never walk again.

Jayden Skiles: The solution is easy. Rosie needs to stay down.

JJ Adams: Mercy goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…Kick out!!

Johnson McConnell: Did you see that? She kicked out at two!

Jayden Skiles: Stupid. It’ll just serve to make Mercy angrier than she already is.

Mercy glares a hole through Rosie then tries to mount her. Rosie grabs her head and rolls her up.

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TWO…
THR-Mercy kicks out.

JJ Adams: Rosie almost took it home there.

Rosie rolls away. Mercy charges at Rosie, But Rosie steps out of the way of the clothesline and counters with a backflip kick. Mercy stumbles, as she does Rosie plants her face first with a bulldog.

JJ Adams: Rosie posting a comeback.

Johnson McConnell: And the crowd is loving it. Listen to this.

“That’s Punk”
“That’s Punk”
“That’s Punk”

Jayden Skiles: That’s disrespectful to Mercy. She’s the hometown hero here.

Rosie stands behind Mercy, as soon Mercy is up, Rosie locks in an Octopus Hold.

JJ Adams: She’s got her locked in the Buzz Kill!

Johnson McConnell: Imagine the irony if she makes a submission specialist tap with a submission hold of her own!

Mercy, showing great ring awareness, stumbles a few feet, then falls backward, slamming Rosie’s neck into an exposed turnbuckle she uncovered earlier in the match.

Jayden Skiles: That was brilliant.

Johnson McConnell: That was…I don’t know. Dangerous as can be in that neck.

Mercy takes the neck and locks in a modified Kokina Clutch, adjusting her grin to focus less on the choke and more on the neck itself.

JJ Adams: She has No Mercy locked in!

Jayden Skiles: And look at that grip. Shows just how well versed in submission wrestling she is when a simple adjustment in the hold works the neck even more.

As she’s fading, Rosie is able to get her foot on the rope. Referee Angela White calls for the break, but Mercy refuses. She starts her count, but Mercy doesn’t relent. Finally Angela shouts “you're disqualified” and calls for the bell.

Jayden Skiles: What? This is a catastrophe.

Johnson McConnell: She brought it on her self.

Mercy breaks the hold and then decks the referee with a right hand, laying her out. Then she rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair and tosses it over the top rope.

Jayden Skiles: Statement time. And Teresa can’t do crap about it.

Johnson McConnell: She could suspend Chance over her actions.

Back in the ring, Mercy wraps the chair around the neck of Rosie and goes to the middle rope. Then the crowd pops as Scarlett Payne, Lux Haze, and Pandora Ravencraft all come rushing the ring. Mercy takes a glance and slides out of the ring. Lux, with a ball bat in hand, dares Mercy to come in, along with Pandora. Meanwhile Scarlett checks on Rosie.

[Donnie]

Soul Searching

PRE-RECORDED FOOTAGE

A vignette cuts to Casey Holliday who is inside of her own living room. She’s in a downtrodden state of mind at the moment as she is clearly unhappy with the events of the last Redemption show. There’s some internal conflict going on in her mind as she seems like she may not even know what to do anymore. She glances at the camera that’s in front of her, but she doesn’t seem like she’s in much of a talking mood.

Casey Holliday: So yeah… that happened. I got pinned by an upstart after a win was basically stolen from me. It was quite humiliating, if I say so myself. Unfortunately, that’s been par for the course for me this year. I don’t know what else to say other than the fact that this whole year has sucked for me and I think it’s becoming quite obvious that… I don’t know… maybe I got too big too fast. Maybe I’m going to be one of those wrestlers that won’t even make it to 30. It sure has felt like that for just about this whole year. No matter how hard I try to get over events from earlier this year, no matter how much of a glimmer of hope there seems to be, for some reason, there’s always SOMETHING that throws a wrench into everything and it feels like I’m right back at the bottom again. So, that’s where I am again. The bottom. With all the stuff going on with me, I think it’s safe to say that maybe I should… I don’t know anymore. I’m certainly not what I was last year and I am starting to doubt I’ll ever get to that level again…

Voice: What’s this nonsense I am hearing from you, right now?

Casey Holliday: Dad, I’ve got a camera on right now…

Casey sighs as her father, who had recently beaten leukemia, walks in. The fight against the cancer has certainly made him a little worse for wear, but nonetheless, he’s in high spirits as he sits down next to her.

Casey Holliday: I’m shutting it off right now…

Mr. Holliday: No, keep it on. Your audience likes it when you’re as candid as you’re being right now.

Casey Holliday: Okay.

Mr. Holliday: I get that this hasn’t been the year that you’ve wanted it to be, but you’re at the point where one setback is the end of the world? What is this, Casey? Your rookie year in your first wrestling company where you weren’t handling the pressure the right way? I know exactly what your problem is and I think it’s time you quit running from it. You expect too much out of yourself just because of what you’ve accomplished at such a young age. You’re too stuck in your own stubbornness to see that you’re still having a year that any wrestler would want. You’ve even got Redemption’s Belt of Ascension for crying out loud. And just because one thing goes wrong means that all of that is worth nothing?

Casey Holliday: I don’t think I’ve fully recovered from…

Mr. Holliday: Get over it! That’s the nicest way I’m going to put it. Get over it, and get over yourself. You’ve hit a trap that virtually every wrestler falls into and that trap is buying into their own hype so much and raising their own expectations so much that when things don’t go their way, they suddenly act like it’s the end of the world. You’re like the wrestling student that finished second in their graduating class that hates themselves because they didn’t finish first. Everyone gets to this point, Casey. Ninety five percent of wrestlers in this business don’t even accomplish half of what you have by the age of 25. You’ve become the wrestler that cares more for the wins and the accolades than the pure love of the sport. As long as you stay in that trap, you’re always going to be miserable and you’re never, ever going to get over… you know…

Casey doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she finds herself thinking for a bit.

Casey Holliday: So… how do I get out of that trap?

Mr. Holliday: You’ve got to find your love for this business again.

Casey Holliday: ...and how do I do that?

Mr. Holliday: That’s an answer that you’re going to have to figure out yourself.

Casey Holliday: Dad…

Mr. Holliday: Casey, I’m proud of everything you’ve done in your career. But you’re old enough, experienced enough and accomplished enough to figure things out on your own. As far as your wrestling career is concerned, I’ve done just about everything that I’ve possibly can for you. I’ll still be your dad of course, whenever you need me, but when it comes to your career? There’s nothing else I can do for you. I trained you to be part of this and I’ve guided you many times when you’ve hit a wall like this. But this kind of wall? You need to break through it on your own. I’ll tell you this much: you’ll bounce back. This is nothing. You’ll get that son of a bitch Jake Mason pretty soon and you’re going to overcome him. I know you will. That’s going to be the key to what I’m trying to tell you. That’s as much as I’m going to provide at this point. I’ve been involved in this business long enough… and I’m at peace with stepping away from it.

Casey seems to take this pretty hard, but being the adult that she is, she nods her head, taking things in stride.

Casey Holliday: I understand. I’m sorry. It’s just… everything that’s happened this year… it’s been a lot. I need to find my love for this business again, you’re absolutely right. And while I may not agree with this right now, you’re most likely right in that I’ve got to figure this out on my own. I guess I’m really not the complete wrestler I thought I was…

Mr. Holliday: You’re not… but when you figure this out? I promise you… you will be!

Casey and her father exchange a hug before he’s able to stand on his own. It takes him a bit to start walking away, but he’s able to do so under his own power. Casey is left alone in front of the camera and she’s starting to get slightly emotional. However, she’s able to hold it together long enough to finish up what she wants to say in front of the camera.

Casey Holliday: I’m not giving up. I’m going to get through this. And when it’s all figured out, I WILL become the complete wrestler I know I was born to be. Mark my words on that…

Casey gathers enough strength to shut off the camera, ending the pre-recorded footage.

5 Minute Time Limit
Lyric vs Stephen Rawlings

Adam Lowe: Our next match felt more like a joke than a match. Rawlings granted a five minute match with Lyric.

Highlights show the action as he describes it.

Adam Lowe: After both came out, and the bell rang it became apparent that Rawlings only intention was to milk the clock. First, after the bell rang, he ordered the referee to hold her off while he stretched, killing almost 90 seconds of the match. Lyric eventually had enough and rushed in with a body splash on him followed by a DDT, at which point Rawlings rolled out of the ring and began to pace outside the ring.

Adam Lowe: Once the count was at 7, Lyric did a suicide dive on Rawlings, then rolled him back in the ring. Lyric rolled into the ring but as she did, Rawlings rolled out of the ring again. This time, Lyric waited, following him from inside the ring. Finally at 9, Rawlings rolled back in, and right back out. Having enough, Lyric did a baseball slide, putting Rawlings into the guard rail. Then she did a moonsault from the apron, taking Rawlings completely out. Let’s take you to the ring now for the finals few seconds.

*****

Lyric tosses Rawlings back under the rope. Then she goes to the apron and is about to springboard over it, but for the third time Rawlings rolls out of the ring.

JJ Adams: This isn’t a match.

Johnson McConnell: No, it’s a joke.

Jayden Skiles: Not even I can support this.

Lyric looks angry in the ring. She moves to the back corner, farthest away from Rawlings, and motions him in. Finally Rawlings climbs in the ring and just as he does the bell rings.

Trinity Nicole: This match has went to a time limit draw!

Rawlings stars to laugh. That’s when “Ain’t No Sunshine” by DMX plays and Trevor Jordan steps out with a microphone in hand. He smiles down at Rawlings.

Trevor Jordan: Clever, Rawlings. But it’s shenanigans as well. So here’s what we’re gonna do. August 1st, at FightFest 5, we’re doing a no time limit rematch. And just to make sure you fight it I’m doing a few things. First, there will be a mystery special guest enfirecer. Secondly, if you can manage to beat Lyric, I’ll give you a World Championship match. But if you lose…then 15 minutes of Rawlings is done and over with. So have a great day.

Rawlings has a hard to read look on his face when suddenly he’s cracked over the head with a chair from Lyric. Then she tosses it down and just laughs as the show cuts away.

Kit Kobold vs Slade

Adam Lowe: Welcome, one and all, to our latest episode of Salvation, and our special presentation of Battle By The Beach! I'm your host, Adam Lowe, and tonight is something unique, as we couldn't be any closer to the ocean without being on a barge! We've got a tremendous night of action on deck for you, and our first contest is between Kit Kobold and the resident Hall of Famer, Slade. These two have clashed in tag team competition, but tonight sees them facing one another in a singles contest, and it seems young Kit has nowhere to hide from the veteran Texan. But you don't want to see me--you paid for action, and we'll dive right into the proverbial water! Let's get you right down to the action with JJ Adams. Johnson McConnell and Jayden Skiles on the call!

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Kobold hits a front face cutter on Slade. He waits for Slade to get back up, then follows it up with a slingblade. When Slade gets up again he tries to body slam him, but can’t get him up.

JJ Adams: Kit Kobold tries what would have been a rather impressive feat!

Johnson McConnell: Not smart. Kid's gotta be down a hundred pounds to Slade,

Jayden Skiles: At least 150, judging by John's waistline.

Slade hits him with a fist to the back of the neck and Kobold falls to a knee. Then Slade tucks his head for a power bomb, but when he gets him up, Kobold slides over his head and down Slade's back.

Kobold hits the ropes but when he comes back Slade hits him with a big boot. Then he hits a leg drop and pins.

…..1
…..2
…Kobold kicks out.

JJ Adams: Slade continues the attack

Jayden Skiles: Not a bad idea, otherwise he'll get hurt faster. He's about 60. right?

Johnson McConnell: Always the ageist, aren't you, Skiles?

Slade shakes his head and then stands up and stalks around the ring. Then suddenly out of nowhere Kobold hits him with a spear and then pins him.

…..1
…..2
….Slade kicks out.

JJ Adams: Very slick maneuver for Kit here!

Johnson McConnell: He's going to need to pull out all the stops!

Jayden Skiles: Just gotta be faster than the dinosaur, right?

Kobold is quick to get up. When Slade does he rolls him up, holding the tights for leverage.

…..1
…..2
…the referee notices the tights and stops the count.

JJ Adams: Sneaky, sneaky... just like his father!

Jayden Skiles: Learned from the best.

Johnson McConnell: Just not enough to hide the cheating, right?

Jayden Skiles: Will you stop?

Kobold argues with the referee. When he finally turns his attention back to Slade he gets leveled with a bicycle kick.

JJ Adams: Big F'n Boot to the face of Kit Kobold!

Johnson McConnell: That may be it!

Jayden Skiles: These contests are all torture for me.

Slade grabs the head and pulls Kobold up. Then he puts him back down with a press powerbomb.

JJ Adams: Final Trip by Slade!

Jayden Skiles: Oh-kay, I guess the kid will have to try again another time.

Johnson McConnell: Takes a certain type of guy to kick out of THAT...

Slade pins.

…..1
…..2
…..3!

JJ Adams: And that's the match, folks!

Johnson McConnell: Another instant classic for Slade!

Jayden Skiles: Instant snoozefest.

Johnson McConnell: Does nothing Slade does interest you?

The referee calls for the bell.

Trinity Nicole: Here is your winner... SLADE!

Slade's music starts, but before his normal exit, he picks Kit up off the mat and starts really laying into the young man. Before long, he has smacked Kit around and he's barely standing upright. Slade barks an order for a microphone, and is handed one.

Slade: DAD! Ohhhh DAD!!!! Come on out and scoop up your kid before he needs a hospital!

The crowd waits in anticipation, and don't have to wait long as Draco's music fills the space. Slade tosses Kit over the ropes, anxiously awaiting his arrival. Draco emerges, on crutches and wearing a knee brace. The crowd boos loudly, and Slade just shakes his head in disbelief Draco heads to help Kit to his feet, ignoring the big man for the time being while Slade admonishes him.

Slade: See you around, DAD... hope you got more fight in you than your boy!

The camera fades to black as Draco spins around seething.

[Donnie]

The Misfits

Rosie Sinn is once again in the medical trailer following her match with Mercy Payne. Also in the room, seated on the counter watching intently is Lux Haze. Scarlett Payne is standing next to Lux, looking anxious. Pandora is seated on the ground, her legs extended out before her, as she plays with her phone while really watching what’s going on.

Dr. Wells pulls off her reading glasses and looks at Rosie.

Mary Wells: You're lucky. More wear and tear, but nothing long term. If not for these three ladies, however, I’m afraid we might be discussing the end of your career. Next time maybe, you’ll take my medical advice. Now I’ll give you ladies a few moments alone before I run you out of here.

As she leaves, Lux chuckles.

Lux Haze: Look at you, gettin’ your ass chewed out by the doc.

Pandora Ravencraft: Yeah, I’d listen to the lady. She’s got like, mad healing skills. She might as well be a level 20 cleric, she’s that good.

Scarlett Payne: Ya know ya oughta listen to her. Or at least, us. I’m related to that psycho - she’s not playin’ around, Rosie.

Rosie Sinn: Hello? Have any of you ever met me? Someone tells me not to do something and I gotta do it. That’s just how I am. I gotta be me.

Lux Haze: Oh, I’m not arguing that part. But I just find it funny you got lectured. It put a smile on my face. (Turning to Pandora) And what the hell is a level 20 cleric? That’s not like the priest who diddles the altar boy without getting caught is it?

Pandora wrinkles her nose.

Pandora Ravencraft: That’s disgusting. A cleric is someone who magically heals you in D&D. Like, a good cleric can keep your party alive in the most dire of circumstances. THIS is what I’ve been saying. We need to officially become a party. Fours like the perfect number for game night.

Scarlett laughs and shakes her head.

Scarlett Payne: Hazy, you’re gonna traumatize her. Pan’s a pure soul unlike the rest of us. (she looks to Rosie) Why are ya bein’ so hard headed about this? Ya know we’re only tryin’ ta help and Doc’s right. Ya could be lookin’ at the end of your career instead of the beginning of a righteous singles’ run. We need ta figure out somethin’ if you’re gonna stay the path, bro.

Rosie Sinn: Alright, I’ve been hesitant to do this. I’ve finally gotten the chance to shine on my own, but the numbers…we do need each other to do this. So let’s make it official. Let’s make this band of misfits a faction.

Lux Haze: I’m down. But I get ta pick out the theme music. (She looks to Pandora) None of that pussy power metal shit you listen to. It’s gotta be punk. That’s the only way.

Pandora Ravencraft: Hey, power metal is not wussy crap. It’s good fast music that tells a story, usually about wizards, elves, and magic and whatnot.

Scarlett smiles, relief washing over her.

Scarlett Payne: Hazy’s right, Pan. No power metal. Hmmm, Misfits, huh? Sounds like a solid name ta me! Now that’s what I’d call punk! But if ya don’t mind, I’ve gotta have a chat with a certain crazy cuz of mine.

She heads out as the scene fades.

Family Feud

The camera follows Scarlett Payne from the medical trailer where she left Rosie Sinn, Pandora Ravencraft, and Lux Haze. The bubbly California native strides purposefully toward the dressing room of her cousin, Mercy Payne. The San Diego crowd pops loudly as Scarlett throws open the door and marches up to Mercy, who’s freshly showered and beach ready in a stunning black bikini and black running shorts.

Scarlett Payne: Did JP drop you on your head when you were a baby?! What the hell was that out there?!

Mercy lowers her black aviator glasses slightly and smirks down at Scarlett.

Mercy Payne: What that was out there was fun. F - U - N. Ever heard of it? And why do you care what I do to that mouthy little punk bitch? I’m just finishing what you started.

Scarlett shoves her hand through her long, blonde locks in frustration.

Scarlett Payne: What Rosie and I did was purely competition. We put on a damn good show! You - you’re trying to end her freakin’ career, you psycho! That’s not what this job is about! I know JP taught ya better than that!

Mercy Payne: I’m doing what I do best - making a statement. I get paid either way and luckily for me, I don’t have to kiss everyone’s ass to do it. Ya can’t tell me you’ve never watched Ashton Crowley end someone’s career? You’re not a rookie anymore so ya know we all don’t play fair. Grow up, cuz.

Scarlett Payne: Ya should be suspended for that bullshit last week and yet, here ya are, pulling the same shit again. I shoulda known there’d be a Field involved. You know better than anyone that I’ve faced a Crowley who played dirty - but ya know what I got out of it? A World Championship title. A title I didn’t owe anyone for. Can you say the same?

Mercy rolls her eyes and crosses her arms beneath her ample bosom.

Mercy Payne: Ya really think I owe Chance for this? Man, you must not have any friends cause he’s not holding anything over my head. Ares and I have been friends with him for years and ya know what real friends do? They help you out when someone tries to screw ya over and that’s exactly what that suspension was - a way to try to screw me over. Ya know what? I get so sick and tired of your self righteous bullshit. So get the fuck out of my face before I put you on the shelf right next to Rosie!

Scarlett draws a strangled breath, not expecting the threat.

Scarlett Payne: That’s how ya treat family, bro?!

Mercy steps closer, hands clenched into fists at her sides,

Mercy Payne: Absofuckinglutely. When you decide to act like my family, then we’ll have a different conversation. But until then, bye bitch.

Mercy shoves her out the door and slams it shut, leaving Scarlett shocked as the scene fades out.

Servitude vs Freedom
Bael vs Lucky Keenan

Adam Lowe: Our next match of the night is a rematch from Mile High Brawl. In that match, when Lucky Keenan saw that Bael was no selling most of his offense he opted to attack with a weapon, getting himself DQd but making a point in the process. Since then, his brother has joined the ranks of The Nameless; thus this match is the freedom of his bother, versus his servitude to Jinx.

Highlights show in sync with what Adam Lowe says.

Adam Lowe: Bael came out alone in this one. During his entrance Lucky attacked him from behind with a Singapore cane. He lit up Bael before the bell could ring, slamming the cane over and over across his back, leaving welts and causing bleeding. Once he thought he had enough damage done, Lucky took him to the ring for the match to start. It gave Lucky the edge he needed as he dominated the early going of the match, a stark contrast of their earlier match. But someone like Bael can’t be kept down, and eventually he made a big comeback and started to turn the tide in his direction, dominating middle to late parts of the match. Now let’s take you to the ring for the end of this one.

*****

Bael hits a huge headbutt on Lucky. Then he scrapes him off the mat and puts him on his shoulder. He runs across the ring and puts him down with a powerslam.

JJ Adams: He goes for the pin.

…..1
…..2
….Lucky kicks out.

Bael doesn’t waste a moment of movement. He takes Lucky from the mat, puts him over his head and gorilla presses him, before dropping him into another powerslam.

Johnson McConnell: In all my years I’m not sure I ever saw someone as dominant as Bael is in that ring.

Jayden Skiles: It’s very Saffron like.

Johnson McConnell: That’s the best comparison I can think of.

Bael pins again.

…..1
…..2
….Lucky kicks out.

Bael doesn’t seemed phased. He goes right back to Lucky, grabbing his hair with his left hand and landing repeated rights with the other hand. Then he headbutt a Lucky again, busting Lucky open.

JJ Adams: Both men are bleeding.

Johnson McConnell: It’s been that type of match.

Jayden Skiles: Yes, that type. Code for fun.

Bael goes for another headbutt but Lucky rolls away and gets to his feet. When Bael gets up, Lucky nails him with a stunner.

JJ Adams: Lucky Draw.

Johnson McConnell: Could this be where Lucky finally slays the monster?

Lucky goes to the apron. When Bael gets back up he hits a springboard lariat.

JJ Adams: That’s his finish! The Mindbreaker.

Johnson McConnell: This could be it. He covers.

…..1
..Bael presses him off of him.

Jayden Skiles: Holy shit!! Not even a two count.

Lucky pops back up but is caught in the jaw by a big boot. Then Bael follows it up with a crucifix powerbomb.

JJ Adams: Damnation!! That should be it.

Bael covers him simply by pressing his hands into the middle of Lucky's chest. The referee counts.

…..1
…..2
…..3

Jayden Skiles: That’s it, this one is over.

Johnson McConnell: So does this mean Lucky has joined up with Jinx?

Jayden Skiles: That's what the stipulation says.

“Cry Little Sister” plays. Jinx and her Nameless come out on the ramp as Bael goes to her. Back in the ring Lucky is sitting up and staring at the group on the ramp in disbelief.

[Donnie]

Beginning of the End

Lucky Keenan is seated with his back against a trailer. All that can be seen is his silhouette as he sits in the shadows.

Lucky Keenan: We, we agreed to this match. We agreed to free our brethren. For a long time, it’s been we. And we agreed it’s my time to get us out of this. lol

He leans forward from the shadows to reveal he’s wearing a gray mask, terrifying. It’s got a flesh covered skull cap, coming down into black around the eyes with a pail red above the eyes slits. The eyes run down into massive black strips that run across the mouth.

Drake: There is no more “we”. We agreed to work as one, with Lucky in the driver's seat. Lucky, however, got us in this mess, now it’s up to ME to get us out of this mess. There is no more Lucky, at least not right now. The filter is off, now it’s pure unbridled. Lucky relinquished control.

He cocks his head to the side.

Drake: Servitude, that was the agreement.

He laughs manically.

Drake: Servitude my ass. Lucky agreed to servitude, not me. If Jinx wants my servitude, let them beat me into submission for it. Because servitude is only what you make of it, and my servitude isn’t the type of servitude that Jinx, Bael, or any of the Nameless will like. It begins next week. Jinx wants a show of unity. Next week she wants a show of force when Bael, myself, and Greed fight a six person tag match against Haze of Payne and Slade. She’ll get her unity. She’ll get my form of unity. She thinks this is the end. It’s not. It’s the beginning of the end.

Play Time

The camera pans out to show the inside of Emily’s dressing room. The blond is fresh from the shower and is sitting in her street clothes consisting of a pair of well worn blue jeans, a pink tank top and pink high top sneakers. In her hands she’s holding the mask that she’d stolen from Arley’s dressing room the week before. She ponders what to do with the mask, she had initially thought of just throwing it out but that wouldn’t cause any stress to her...And Emily was all about causing stress these days, that’s what her dad told her the other night.

Shaking the thoughts away she looks at the old mask and ponders why on earth Arley would have something like this.

Emily: I should wear this out to the ring next week to piss Arley off. Should I give it away so fast though that it was me who stole it?

Several times over the last week, Emily had wanted to try the mask on but something was telling her she probably shouldn’t and that was the voice she’d been listening to. Standing and pacing with the mask in her hands, Emily takes a deep breath and lifts the mask over her head and adjusts it over her mouth and eyes. She’s barely had the mask on more than a few seconds when there is an audible electrical crackling sound and Emily pulls the mask off as fast as she can.

Emily: What the fuck was that?

Emily drops the mask on the ground and checks her hair to make sure it wasn’t fried. Breathing a sigh of relief, an idea pops into Emily’s brain and she calls Eric who had gone to catering for them.

Emily: This is what I need you to do Eric, forget the food for now! This is way more important.

Ten minutes later, Eric is in place and waiting in the wings and Emily has the mask in her backpack. She sees Arley walking down the hall and Emily steps into her line of sight.

Emily: Hey Arley...I hope you’re feeling okay after our match.

Arley looks up at Emily and rolls her eyes.

Arley: Emily, you’re not going to antagonize me! I’ve had a long night and I’m done, I’m going home. Good bye Emily

Emily: Oh Arley my darling Arley...You’re not going home just yet. Soon but not just yet.

Emily nods her head to Eric who steps out behind Arley and wraps his arms around Arley in a giant bear hug. As Arley struggles to get loose, Emily yanks out the mask and stalks towards Arley and manages to get the mask down and over Arley’s head.

Jason Sandman vs Draco Dragotta

Adam Lowe: It is now time for the main event that will decide who the World Champion is. In the short time that they have been set to face each other Jason Sandman and Draco Dragotta have really made this an interesting few weeks. Dragotta was announced the number one contender and the next week took it upon himself to make an example out of a Redemption Hall of Famer, Slade. The only problem was that Slade is Jason Sandman’s best friend. This attack woke something up in Jason Sandman that many hoped would stay dormant, and had all through his battles with Christian Dement. Jason Sandman went to war. After stabbing Kit Kobold repeatedly with one of his spikes, Jason Sandman took it upon himself to go after Drago Dragotta, injuring the challenger's leg. Originally thought to be a broken patella, fortunately that was not the case. Dragotta still is not a hundred percent, but he insisted on still being a part of this match.

Video is shown on the monitors behind Adam Lowe on the entrances.

Adam Lowe: As you can see in their entrances Dragotta is walking with a limp and Sandman seemed very aware of that. The match opened up with the two men circling, and Sandman almost seemed content to throw leg kicks to test out Dragottas balance. Dragotta realized the tactics being used and changed up his stance. From there it became an actual match.

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JJ Adams: Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Draco Dragotta has Jason Sandman reeling after a tornado ddt.

Jayden Skiles: No matter how much he hurts, Dragotta knows that this is his moment, and he’s gonna do it for his son and himself after the abuse Sandman has put the family through.

Johnson McConnell: This all started weeks ago with father and son cheating, but I don’t know if I can agree with Sandman’s revenge tactics.

Draco Dragotta pulls Sandman up to his feet and looks ready for a big suplex, but Dragotta’s knee seems to buckle. Sandman takes advantage of the moment and lifts Dragotta up and plants the challenger into the mat with A long Drop and a Quick Stop. Jason Sandman then takes this moment to move around to Dragotta’s legs and applies a figure four. Dragotta screams out in pain as he tries to find a way to escape. Dragotta’s shoulders got the mat and the referee counted for the pin but only got a 2 count. Dragotta reaches out and is able to grab the ropes. The referee tries to break the hold and starts counting out Sandman before pulling, breaking the hold. Jason Sandman gets in the referee's face and says he has until five. Dragotta uses his moment to roll up Sandman.

1…
2..

JJ Adams: Sandman kicks out just in time. Draco Dragotta was almost the champion. Fate was nearly his.

Jayden Skiles: And it still will be. Sandman is acting proud and it’s not something that suits him.

Johnson McConnell: Dragotta does seem to be in Sandman’s head.

Sandman gets to his feet and looks furious at what just happened. Sandman charges at Dragotta who kicks the champion in the gut and hits the Dragon Stunner. Dragotta doesn’t waste any time and gets himself set up on the top ropes and dives off with the Money Shot. Dragotta feels the momentum going his way and waits for Sandman to stand before attempting the Smash Hit only for his knee to give way again. Sandman doesn’t waste any time. Sandman grabs hold of Dragotta and plants him into the mat with Death Awaits You. The Champion picks Dragotta up and plants him back into the mat with another Death Awaits You holding for a pin this time.

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Jason Sandman gets up to his feet and rolls out of the ring grabbing his belt, and heading up the ramp as the show fades to black.