Salvation 160 - 07.11.21

[Donnie]

Preshow

Azurine Vebbins vs Willow
Vebbins made quick work of Willow and finished her off with Pearly Gatekeeper.

Revolución de Lucha Mexicana Match
Angel Caido vs Dama Dolor
Very fast paced match from the stars of Redemptions partners in Mexico. Dana Dolor wound up winning with a shooting star press.

Izzy High vs Suicida
Utter squash match that saw Suicida and win via A la mierda tu vida

Revolución de Lucha Mexicana Match
Abismo vs Dolor Renacido
Renacido and Abismo put on a great show. Renacido wound up hitting a double undertook DDT to win. After the match El Diablo and Angel Caido, along with Abismo attacked Renacido until Dama Dolor made the save.

Anthony Cross and Trixie Decker
vs
Emily Simms and Eric Winters

After the entrances to this match, before the bell rang, the two friends, Emily Simms and Trixie Decker, were eye to eye as Trixie questioned Simms’ new attitude. When Trixie went to turn away to discuss with her partner who would start the match, Simms made the choice for her and attacked Simms from behind. This put Simms and Winters in control of the match for a while as they isolated Trixie and cut off half the ring. Eventually, Trixie Decker hit a stunner on Winters and made the hot tag to Cross, who rushed the ring on fire and cleaned house.

Not long after taking the hot tag, Cross hit a spinning spinebuster on Winters and almost had the win, until Simms broke up the pin. This led into Trixie coming after Simms, and ultimately, the two brawled up the ramp leaving Cross and Winters alone in the ring. Cross was able to dominate Winters and finished him off with Death Penalty (DDT) to pick up the win in this opening match.

[Donnie]

Ascension of Perfection

The backstage area has an LED High Def wall with the FightFest 5 logo prominent and center. Standing on the left side of the viewers screen, in a strapped blue ankle high dress that compliments her matching heels and curly red locks is the classy Suzy Donnelly.

To the right of the viewer’s screen is Lynn Van Court flanked by Delphine. Lynn has her hair pulled back, but her dirty blonde hair is long enough it still hangs over the front of her shoulders. She has on a pearl white vinyl camisole top containing green highlights with a matching pair of low cut wrap around shorts that have her family crest; the stag coat of arms, on the side. To complement it all, she has on a pair of knee high white boots with matching knee pads and a knee long vinyl duster, colored green with a gold LVC on it. Delphine is dressed in a purple bustier and a matching pair of leather pants.

Suzy Donnelly: I’m here with Lynn Van Court, who in just a few moments, is going to make her debut. Lynn, can you tell me about your background?

LVC: First, when you talk to me, address me as Ms. Van Court. You and everyone else has not earned the right or privilege to call me Lynn. And for the love of professionalism, hold the microphone a little farther back. You’re invading my privacy. You see this.

Lynn waves her hand half an arm length from her face.

LVC: This is my bubble. You do not invade my bubble again, do you understand me? Don’t answer that, you do. If not, then Delphine will assure that you do. Now your question. That’s really a foolish question. Are you always this dimwitted? You work for Redemption, yet you couldn’t even bother to see my vignette last week where I broke down in even the simplest of terms my background. If this is the best you can do , feel lucky you’re not in my employ. You would have already been terminated.

Suzy Donnelly: What I’m getting at…Ms. Van Court…is your wrestling background.

LVC: Does it really matter? But I’ll give you an answer. I trained with private trainers back in Connecticut. I flew in the best in the world from England, to Japan, to Mexico, Germany, and many others. I’m well trained in various styles by the best money can buy.

Suzy Donnelly: But you’ve never had a match?

LVC: Not in the traditional way of thinking, no. But it’s irrelevant. I’m a superior athlete than this entire roster, I’m smarter than this entire roster, and I have better resources than this entire roster. No, I haven’t wrestled until tonight but I’ve stood in front of an Olympic crowd and won a medal. I’ve got a PhD in psychology, which applies here more than these plebeians know. And I’ve spent more in a week on my training than most of your roster makes in a year. I’m flawless.

Suzy Donnelly: Any thoughts on your opponent tonight?

LVC: Get used to disappointment. Red Somebody drew the short end of the straw as I begin my ascension of perfection. So if he plans on making any kind of impression tonight, it’s the rub of being the first of my many victories to come. Now if you’ll excuse me and quit wasting my time, it’s almost showtime for Delphine and LVC.

Lynn turns to the right and with Delphine, walks off screen leaving Suzy standing holding the Redemption logo microphone.

Allow Me To Introduce Myself

A beautiful blonde woman is walking down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hill, California wearing a pair of white Armani slim fit trousers, a sleeveless grey Armani top, and a pair of black Armani Ultra flat leather sandals on. She has a Gucci bag on her arm. She has two muscular female bodyguards walking behind her. One of the security guards has a Lululemon bag and a Dior shopping bag in her hands.

Woman:It has been said that you can’t always get what you want. (Chuckles) I have never known how people can say that because my entire life I have gotten whatever I want. Always have and always will. Clothes, shoes, cars, horses, planes have always been at my disposal. Even as a child the finer things in life have always just been there. As I got older me being who I am allowed me to get into exclusive places people don’t normally get to go. Simply because I am special.

The woman holds her hand in the air as her security detail to hold on.

Woman:I expect nothing less when I step into the wrestling ring, as well. So, when I heard that Redemption Wrestling is introducing the Lightweight title I knew I had to be there to become the Lightweight champion. Now, I may not be the first but I will be the best because like I have already said “Spoiled” Summer Page gets everything she could possibly want.

Summer nods at her security and they start walking away.

Hungry Jack Weighs In

The camera cuts to Hungry Jack standing alone in the locker room. He is ready for competition as his face beams with sweat. Jack grabs the towel from around his neck and wipes the sweat before throwing the towel to the ground.

Hungry Jack: You all saw me walk out of Battle by the Beach. You could see the disappointment in my eyes when I failed to reach weight for a match with Chance Field. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I'd ever step foot in Redemption again.

The buffet sized behemoth sighs.

Hungry Jack: I worked so hard and went against everything I've ever done to get my hands on Field. When I saw it wasn't enough, it almost broke me. I almost let Field win. No doubt he'd like to find himself without Hungry Jack on his tail.

Jack smirks at the camera.

Hungry Jack: He was so close to winning, but then I wised up. I realized Chance Field had the connections and the capital to make things go his way. So I decided to weigh myself and see what happened. The scale showed I made weight. I went to the doctor and the scale showed the same thing. Someone had screwed me over and it's obvious who.

He stares directly into the camera.

Hungry Jack: I don't know how you did it Baby Carrot, but I know it was you. Just the thought of stepping in the ring with me has you juicing yourself. Now you've gone and surrounded yourself with more people to put between you and me?

The plus sized prince can't help but laugh.

Hungry Jack: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep Hungry Jack from taking a bite out of you. All your planning and scheming and you still find yourself in the ring with me tonight.

Jack takes his fist and puts a giant hole in a nearby wall with just one swing.

Hungry Jack: Chance, you're just making things tougher on yourself. I promise tonight I'm going to get my hands on you. See you later tonight, Baby Carrot.

Lynn Van Court vs Red Dragon

The next match had rookie, Lynn Van Court, also known as LVC, making her wrestling debut against returning Redemption veteran, Red Dragon. Red Dragon took early control of the match, using the inexperience of LVC to his advantage. After a near fall, LVC ducked out of the ring to collect herself. Red Dragon answered this by going for a suicide splash, but LVC stepped out of the way and Red Dragon crashed into the railing.

When LVC got back in the ring, she took advantage of the misstep by Red Dragon and took her turn at control of the match. As the match came to a close, Red Dragon hit an atomic drop followed by a vicious short arm lariat. LVC grabbed the knee, yelling for the referee that she was injured. While the referee checked on LVC, Delphine slipped in the ring behind Red Dragon and hit him with Black Out (fireman’s cutter). After Delphine rolled back out of the ring, LVC “limped” over to Red Dragon and locked on Flawless Finish (crossface). Already nearly knocked out from Delphine, Red Dragon was forced to tap out.

[Donnie]

Bring Me Dement

Red Dragon struggles to get up to his feet after the damage he just took from Lynn Van Court. As he gets up to his feet, he is surprised to find Jason Sandman standing in the ring. Red Dragon stumbles right into Sandman’s arms and gets planted back into the mat with A Spin Around Hell. Sandman stares down at the broken man and looks ready to apply You’re Fucked, but decides no one really cares if Red Dragon is tortured. Instead, Jason just kicks Red Dragon out of the ring before pulling out a microphone. The fans are talking as they all remember what happened at the end of last week's Salvation.

Jason Sandman: Unless your name is Teresa LaChance, shut the fuck up. LaChance, get out here right now because I want this Dement bullshit fixed NOW!!

Static kicks in and then the familiar voice is heard.

Christian Dement: Is this on? Can you see me?

Dement taps the camera lens as he appears on the tron from a remote location.

Jason Sandman: Come on cock sucker. I know you are somewhere nearby. Let’s not play games. Just tell me where you want to meet so I can beat your brains enough that you will never think of getting close to my daughter again.

Christian Dement: I’ve told you what I want and where to meet. It’s not that hard to figure it out. But maybe you’ve taken too many hits to the head over the years so I’ll spell it out for you. Black Rock City in Nevada on August 1st. Is that dumbed down enough for you?

Jason Sandman: Fuck that. You are the guy who kept begging to prove you are the champion. Now you want to play the waiting game? We’re in Mexico. No rules. No hesitation. So come make your move, and end your tears forever.

Christian Dement: There’s a little problem with that. See, while you are in Mexico, I’m not. Why would I bother to waste my time going to a third world country like Mexico when I’m not even allowed on the premises? Besides, maybe I enjoy living rent free right there between your ears. And, I want it official and in writing that when I win, you’ll relinquish that belt and declare me the champ. So tick tock. Decision time.

Jason Sandman stares right at the tron.

Jason Sandman: You got a deal. Send whoever you wish to get the papers signed, but I want something added to the contract. I am not legally responsible for what happens to your carcass during the match and once I’m done with you, I am taking every inch of you and burning it down. I am taking your soul and ensuring that it’s condemned to the depths of hell. I give….

Before Jason Sandman can finish his words, Brandy Sandman comes running out to the ring.

Brandy Sandman: You don’t need to bring him back. You have gotten rid of Death. Do it yourself. Be Daddy.

Jason Sandman looks at his daughter and gives her a hug.

Jason Sandman: Do whatever you need to do to prepare, Dement. Your end comes at Fight Fest. Even if it means my end comes too.

Jason Sandman climbs out of the ring, and helps Brandy out. They both head up the ramp as the tron feed fades out.

Surprises

The camera cuts backstage where The B.R.A.T.S. are making their way through the corridors. As they walk, they avoid and ignore everyone they cross paths with. Lizzy is talking on her phone, but what's being said can't be made out.

Lizzy: It's all taken care of.

She hangs up her phone and pulls at the tight top of her ring gear.

Landon: Is this the big secret you've been keeping all week?

Lizzy: It's not a secret, dear brother, it's a surprise. There's a difference. You're going to love it though, I promise.

They continue to walk.

Landon: How about a hint?

She stops and smiles at her brother.

Lizzy: No! You're worse than a kid trying to figure out what he got for Christmas. If you don't stop, you'll have to be punished.

He smiles back at her.

Lizzy: It won't be that kind of punishment, brother.

As they start to walk again, they almost bump into Arebelle Laveneau, who is texting on her phone with her head down.

Belle: Why don’t you watch...Lizzy and Landon right? I’ve been looking for the two of you.

Landon: We don’t sign autographs. How did you get back here anyway?

Lizzy: Get me an iced coffee with three shots of vanilla and made with almond milk!

Belle looks at the two of them as if they have lost their collective mind.

Belle: Do I look like...No wait, do not answer that! I’m your tag partner for tonight and we need to get things figured out. I’ll start the match, got it? See you out there, don’t fuck this up, understood?

Lizzy and Landon are both so stunned that someone would speak to them in such a manner that all they can do is simply nod their heads. Belle looks at them both for a moment and shakes her head before walking away.

Lizzy: Well I never!

Landon: Well that was rude.

Conveyor of Chaos

The fans and viewers see a man wearing an all black suit with a black tie that blends. He’s got a dark red beard, hair to match that’s buzzed on the sides, long in the back, resting up on top of his head. This new face sits perched on the edge of concrete stairs in some unknown place in Mexico Arena.

Joss Snow: For those of you who don’t know me, I’m the Conveyer of Chaos, also known as Joss Snow. I could sit here and bore you with my history, where I come from, what’s made me who I am, and any number of other things people do when they first show up, but I won’t. I could also sit here and stroke my own dick while I tell you how immensely talented I am, destined for greatness, going to accumulate titles, and all that nonsense, but I won’t.

He takes a dramatic pause.

Joss Snow: That shit’s all over done and contrived. I’ll leave that to the insecure, who keep a list of all their accomplishments indexed in the back of their mind. I don’t need to boast about who or what I am. You’ll fear me not because of my accolades, but because of the level of controlled chaos I bring. You’ll respect me not because of my words, but by virtue of what I do.

He runs his right hand through his beard.

Joss Snow: What I will say is that things are soon to change. This place is no longer safe. I’ll say whatever the fuck I want, I’ll do whatever the hell I choose, and I’ll leave a path of destruction and devastation as I do. I’ll leave anyone and everyone that crosses my path beaten, broken, and traumatized. If you don’t like it, try to stop me. If you know you can’t stop me, then take your fucking ball and go home. Things are about to devolve around here. Now get that fucking camera out of my face.

The show goes to all static as the segment comes to an end.

Catching Up

Enforcer” Anthony Cross walks out of the trainer’s room, still in his wrestling gear and the Dominion title belt in his right hand. As the door shuts behind him, he almost collides with Trixe Decker.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Wow, watch where you are going, partner.

Trixie Decker: Anthony! Are you alright, buddy?

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I’m alright. I was just getting some tape cut off.

Trixie Decker: Oh ok. Good.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: What about you?

Trixie Decker: What about me?

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Are you alright? You usually don’t let your emotions get the best of you. I don’t think I have ever seen you angry before. Is your head in the game?

Trixie Decker: Yeah, I am good, Anthony. Just a little banged up from fighting with Emily. There is nothing to worry about.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Alright, good. By the way, we won the match.

Trixie Decker:Great!!!

Belle Laveneu and B.R.A.T.S.
vs
Misfits

A mess is what this match was. The referee was unable to keep control, as all six participants tended to come and go as they wished. The fans loved every second of it though, with the nonstop action and high octane energy, chanting “Misfits” through much of the match.

Late in the match, there were numerous near falls as everyone hit signatures. Eventually, the Dalmon siblings and Lux Haze spilled out of the ring brawling. Scarlett hit a running flip splash on all three that put them all through the guard rail. As this went on, Pandora hit Searing Vengeance (springboard tornado DDT) and pinned Belle, but the referee was too occupied with the outside fight, that by the time he counted, Belle had time to recover and kick out.

Frustrated, Pan just stared at the referee in disbelief. That’s when Belle hit a back cracker and then pinned Pandora, holding the tights for extra leverage to pick up the win for her team.

[Donnie]

Oh Your Car!

After the match, the B.R.A.T.S. are making their way up the ramp toward the backstage area. Landon holds his arms up in victory despite having nothing to do with the win. While he is still celebrating, Lizzy grabs a couple of microphones.

Lizzy: Hey trashy bitches! Don't ignore me! You know exactly who I'm talking to!

Her brother motions for the other microphone.

Landon: There are quite a few women out here, sis. All of them are trashy compared to you.

Lizzy: That's very sweet, brother. But...they know exactly who I'm talking to.

She points to the middle of the ring.

Lizzy: Haze of Payne, you destroyed Dalmon property and I couldn't let you get away with it. Not only did you cause physical damage to my brother's brand new car, you caused emotional damage. Landon needed some tender loving care after what happened.

Landon: I'm so glad I had you to make me feel better, sis.

She smiles at her brother. Inside the ring, Lux Haze and Scarlett Payne are making faces like they are going to be sick. Their minds not wanting to think about what making Landon feel better might have entailed.

Lizzy: As you can see, he's doing much better. But...I still have one surprise for you, brother.

Landon rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Lizzy: You're going to want to see this as well, bitches!

The screen behind them lights up. There is nothing but dirt and a pair of headlights. As the car approaches, it's easy to see that it's the same yellow Mini Cooper that Haze of Payne drove to last week's show.

Lizzy: Look familiar…

Inside the ring, Lux and Scarlett are fuming. They start to exit the ring and make their way towards the Dalmons.

Lizzy: You might want to stay right where you are or you'll miss the show.

On the screen, two masked men exit the car holding canisters of gasoline. They begin to dose the Mini Cooper with the gas. Once the canisters are empty, one of the men lights a match.

Lizzy: I hope you like your surprise, brother!

As she says this, a private security team surrounds the siblings. On the screen the match is dropped onto the car and it's engulfed in flames. This causes both Lux and Scarlett to come racing towards The B.R.A.T.S.

Lizzy: Now we're even!

The Dalmons quickly make their way to the back as Haze of Payne is trying to fight through their security.

Revelations

"I Want It All" by Queen blares as Draco Dragotta, wearing a red robe, comes out. Dollars rain from the rafters of the arena. Draco gets to the ring steps, takes off his red robe, revealing a black knee brace as he hobbles up the steps into the ring with crutches.

Draco Dragotta: Everyone can see that I only lost Battle By The Beach because of my knee injury.

The camera zooms up on the knee brace.

Draco Dragotta: Go ahead, show the footage.

A replay shows Draco unable to hit a Suplex on Jason Sandman, the next replay shows Draco unable to hit Smash Hit on Jason Sandman.

Draco Dragotta: I was NOT medically clear to wrestle at Battle By The Beach, that match should be stricken from the record. I’M STILL UNDEFEATED!

The loud strains of AC/DC's "Big Gun" erupt from the arena loudspeakers, announcing the arrival of the Hall of Famer, Slade. He is flanked by his girlfriend, Roxy, who smiles and waves to the crowd. Slade. however, is extremely focused on the man in the ring. He has a mic in one hand, and raises it to his lips as the music dies down.

Slade: Well, well, well. If it ain't dear ol' Dad, bitching like it's his job that he didn't get the job done against the Danger Man. I can say, unfortunately, that I'm not surprised. Takes a particular type of competitor to beat Jason Sandman when gold's on the line. You're not it.

The big Texan makes his way down to ringside.

Slade: To tell the truth--and believe me, I don't bother lying--you're not much of anything. Don't see what any of this hype is about. So maybe...

He then ascends the steps and climbs into the ring over the ropes.

Slade: Maybe we end this hype right fuckin' now. Whaddya say, Dad?

A scowl comes across the white and black painted face of Draco Dragotta. Draco Dragotta hits a Dragon Fang Superkick on Slade’s chin! Draco takes off the knee brace.

JJ Adams: Draco doesn't look slowed in the slightest!

Johnson McConnell: It's a tale as old as time, JJ. Ever since the dawn of time, man has been using injury to sneak up and attack would-be assailants.

Jayden Skiles: Finally! Someone kicked John Smith's teeth straight down his throat! It's so long overdue... Never been happier.

Draco wraps the knee brace around the face of Slade and pulls back, trapping Slade’s arms between Draco’s legs in a modified Dragotta Method while Roxy looks on in horror. Slade refuses to tap out and passes out, ignoring his girlfriend's pleas for mercy, after a while, Draco releases the hold and grabs a crutch. Draco breaks the crutch over Slade’s back. Draco grabs the other crutch and picks up the microphone again while pointing at Slade.

Draco Dragotta: JASON SANDMAN, THIS IS GOING TO BE YOU! I’M GOING TO SHOVE THIS CRUTCH UP YOUR ASS!

The scene fades on Draco’s scowl twitching with rage, while Roxy tries to extricate the big man from the ring.

Three Second Difference

~Previously Recorded~

It’s a midsized room with plain white walls l, seemingly backstage at Arena Mexico. In the center of the room is an oak coffee table. To the left of the coffee table is a high back, black linen chair where play by play man, JJ Adams is seated. Behind the coffee table and skewed to the left is a matching sofa chaise where the current reigning tag team champions are seated. Xander Maxwell sips on a glass of presumably wine, while the thick muscle bound Xavier Cross takes selfies of his muscles.

JJ Adams: I’m here with a sit down with the new tag team champions, 2X. First of all, congratulations on your title win last week.

Xander Maxwell: Thank you, JJ.

JJ Adams: Now first things first. Henhouse Slaughter continues to make it clear that they want a shot at your tag titles…

Xander Maxwell: Let me stop you there. The answer’s no. We will not be putting our tag titles on the line against Henhouse Slaughter.

JJ Adams: Many are saying you're dodging a match against the boys in Henhouse.

Xander Maxwell: And those would be stupid fanboys living in their mom’s basement with nothing better to do than troll the real talents of this world from behind a screen. It’s easy JJ, we beat them already back at Salvation 151. They’ve had their chance to beat us and couldn’t get the job done. They don’t deserve a chance at our belts. Our careers are about moving forward, not staying out or going backwards.

JJ Adams: So you mean to tell me that despite the fact that Rupert Fox has a win over you, and a handful of brawls you two have had with the gentlemen from Henhouse, you have no intention of fighting them?

Xander Maxwell: That’s exactly what we’re saying. Rikers went about things backwards. They fought any and all challengers. That makes these titles a joke. We plan to restore the legacy of these belts. A title match should be something you strive for and earn, not just throw out a random challenge and be granted.

JJ Adams: Then who is deserving of a title shot?

Xander Maxwell: Right now? Nobody, really. But we’ve scoured the roster and we did find one team that’s very talented and on the cusp of greatness. So out of the kindness of our hearts, next week we’ll face this team, and if they impress us in the ring, we’ll grant them a golden opportunity at FightFest. If not, we’ll take the night off on August 1st.

JJ Adams: What team would that be?

Xander Maxwell: One of the most talented up and coming young teams, Skylark and Titus.

JJ Adams: That’s your solution? A deserving Henhouse, an undefeated Haze of Payne, and a handful of other teams that look deserving and you’re opting to consider an 0-5 Skylark and Titus as your next contenders?

Xander Maxwell: They may be 0-5, but the only difference in 0-5 and 5-0 are three seconds. They’re a very strong and deceiving 0-5.

JJ Adams: Before we end this interview, do you have anything to add, Xavier.

Xavier ignores him. Finally, Xander elbows him lightly in the ribs. He yelps them removes a small, almost unseeable ear piece from his ears.

Xavier Cross: I love that song.

Roots

A pre-tape segment starts to air.

Outdoors. The sky is overcast with gray clouds settling in above. Rosie Sinn is seated on a concrete ledge. The ledge is too big to be steps, but too small to be a true ledge, likening it more to concrete-built stadium style seating. She has on a black beanie with a Plasmatics patch sewn on it, pulled down over her ears. Her black leather coat looks damped from a slight drizzle, her torn pants loose around her knees. With her elbows resting on her knees, she looks up into the camera.

Rosie Sinn: In the last week, I’ve been told I’m crazy. People texting me and DMing me, asking me if I have a death wish.

Rosie shrugs her shoulder.

Rosie Sinn: Maybe I do. Or maybe they just don’t know what I really come from. Words can only tell you so much. Sometimes you need to see for yourself.

Rosie stands up. She walks down one set of concrete seating after another until she’s almost in a punch bowl like area. The punch bowl like area is an old outdoor basketball court. The poles are rusted, rims busted. Grass has grown up in the cracks of the concrete. Laying around, in utter chaos, are busted up boards, molded pads, metal poles, rusted springs, and shredded foam.

Rosie nods to the fishbowl area.

Rosie Sinn: This is The Pit. The Pit was the home to Omaha Backyard Extreme. This is where I learned to wrestle. I used to scour the junkyard, finding cables that could be used as ropes. It was this fish bowl that I was out here trying to learn on my own how-to hell to even hit a dropkick. Getting scraped up brawling outside a make-shift ring and being thrown like a rag doll onto this hard asphalt became my norm. Injuries were non-existent. I would throw peroxide on it and fight through the pain.

Rosie picks up one of the pieces of a broken board and holds it for a moment then tosses it to the wayside.

Rosie Sinn: I was out here on concrete and bed foam in front of twenty people, bleeding for what I was doing. I came out here working my ass off to make all twenty people cheer for me because while I may not have always said the right thing, I said it from the heart. See, there’s a difference between me and everyone else here. I may be smaller, I may be a former beauty queen turned punk turned wrestler, but there’s nothing soft about me. I’m a different breed. I’m self-taught and waited for nothing to be handed to me, I just reached out and took it.

Rosie rubs her ribs.

Rosie Sinn: Maybe I am crazy. Maybe this is a mistake. On August 1st, I could climb into that ring at FightFest, fight Mercy Payne in her speciality match and lose my belt…or worse. But the thing is, my whole career has been a risk. I’ve always taken the unconventional path. From beauty Queen, to musician, to backyard wrestling, to Queen of the Death Match. My whole life has been about risks. It’s under that pressure, with the odds against me, that I tend to rise to the top. No Mercy may favor my opponent, but you never bet against Rosie Sinn. Because that’s punk.

The pretape ends.

Main Event Hour One
Draco Dragotta vs Slade

Slade looked sluggish during this match, showing symptoms from his head injury from the attack at the hands of Draco Dragotta earlier in the night. This let Draco Dragotta keep control of most of the match. Every time Slade would start to get some offense in, he was unable to sustain it, stumbling a little bit.

Eventually, Slade was able to hit the Big F’n Boot (bicycle kick). Then he set him up for Final Trip, but stumbled. This led to Draco hitting a Dragon Stunner. As he lowered to lock on Dragotta Method (leg trap crossface), he slammed his knee brace against the temple of Slade, then locked on the submission hold. Slade tried to fight it off, but finally went limp, giving Dragotta the submission win.

After the match, to add insult to injury, Dragotta started to beat Slade with a crutch until Roxy Spaulding hit the ring and Draco retreat.

[Donnie]

Field Family Tips

The scene cuts backstage to Grand Slam winner, wrestler turned actor, Noah Field. The crowd in the arena can be heard giving a thunderous, but mixed reaction as they watch on the tron. Noah, dressed in clothing from his own Heir Apparent Apparel line - a green v-neck tshirt that hugs his abs and faded jeans with a gold tint. He closes the door behind him, leaving a room marked office.

The off-kilter, possibly insane, former champion, Lyric comes bouncing around the corner. She’s already in her red and black gear, along with her signature black half shirt with “My Demons Like To Snuggle” written in metallic red script. She takes notice of Noah, issuing a last minute request before stepping closer.

Lyric: Just please behave yourself! He’s like the only person that can possibly help me get Rawlings fair and square. Don’t screw this up with your bitchy attitude, Abby.

Her lips curl up in a satisfied smile as the shift takes place.

Lyric (as Abbadon): You’d think he’d understand my attitude a little better than your scatter-brained chatter but it’s your show for now.

Her eyes light up as a natural smile etches her features.

Lyric: Noah? What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were due yet?

Noah stops and smiles at her.

Noah Field: Putting the ink to a contract for FightFest. Got to get paid, you know. So…I’ve been watching from home. Who is it I’m actually talking to here?

She laughs nervously.

Lyric: You saw that, huh? Well for now, it’s just plain old Lyric. Abby saves herself for the ring - most of the time. Personally, I think she’s got Xaxis scared to talk right now, but I guess we’ll see how it goes. If it changes, you’ll be able to tell cause she’s a little overbearing and kinda bitchy.

She takes a look around, making sure Rawlings is nowhere to be seen.

Lyric: I don’t always like the way she does things, but King Dickbag left me no choice, ya know?

Noah Field: I assume we’re talking about Rawlings? Those words could only describe him.

Noah looks at the camera and smirks.

Noah Field: Remember. Hashtag Fire Rawlings.

Lyric covers her mouth, giggling.

Lyric: Of course I mean Rawlings! I mean, who else around here is the personification of ten pounds of dick in a five pound bag? I mean, Chance is vying for the title but c’mon.

She gives him a sly grin.

Lyric: He’s nowhere near the level of douche you used to be, right? Lucky filled me in on everything I missed.

Noah laughs.

Noah Field: I had the douche act mastered. And I, at least, had the talent and skill to back it up, unlike Rawlings. I mean, I am a Grand Slam winner who was able to parlay my wrestling career into acting.

Noah again looks into the camera.

Noah Field: That’s why you need to tune in this upcoming February to see The Dark Elf Saga, only on HBO and HBOMAX.

She shakes her head and smiles, placing her hands on her hips.

Lyric: You’ve dealt with Rawlings before, do you think he’s ever gonna face me for real? I’ve never seen anyone go to these lengths to avoid it before. I’m starting to really question his hetero stats, if you catch my drift.

Noah Field: Without the big belt, he’s got no intention of fighting you for real. That’s why I’m there; to make sure he does. I don’t plan on influencing the outcome of the match at all, I just want to make sure the match happens. Not sure how much value my word has, but I’ll give my word that I’ll make sure you get your match. And check this out. I get paid every time I do this on camera.

Noah pulls out a bottle of Nooma and takes a drink of it, assuring the label is facing the camera.

Lyric: You know I never expected you to change the outcome, right? I just need a fair shot to shut him up for good.

She gives him a look of appreciation.

Lyric: You really have got this whole thing figured out, huh? Well let’s hope I make it after what I’ve got tonight!

Noah Field: You got the big ugly guy tonight right? The one who likes to do his best Jason Vorhees no sell impression in the ring, right?

Lyric nods her head vigorously.

Lyric: Yeah, I’ve got Jinx’s science project tonight. You’ve seen what those two loons have put Lucky through already, right? You know they’re looking to make me a stain out there just because of how it could hurt him and that’s the last thing I want. I just need to survive so maybe I can get him out of that cult, ya know?

Noah Field: Here’s a Field family tip. Winning isn’t always about pinning your opponent. Sometimes it’s about doing what you have to do to be the last one standing.

Her bearing becomes more confident as she smiles at him.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Don’t worry, pretty boy. Abby has everything under control.

She winks and strides off down the hall as the scene fades out.

Recovery

"God DAMN it!"

The camera focuses in on the medical area set up to address any injuries suffered by Redemption performers. The loud voice of Slade can be heard throughout the area, while Roxy and Bobbi anxiously await the medical team to check him over.

Slade: I broke my fuckin' neck before, I'm fine now, will you guys just back off already?

Dr. Mary Wells: You know that's not how this works, John. We need to make sure you don't have a concussion--

Slade: Lady...

Slade catches himself losing control of his emotions.

Slade: I'm fine. I know my sister's probably worried sick about me. I gotta go.

Dr. Mary Wells: Well, do you think she'd be happier with her brother being permanently brain damaged, or having a clean bill of health?

The big Texan pauses, as Bobbi rounds the corner.

Bobbi: John!

Slade: I'm thinking, ok?

He smirks at her, while Roxy arrives with an ice pack and a cold beverage.

Roxanne Spaulding: You're lucky that murderous bastard didn't do any real damage, Slade.

She tosses him the ice pack and cracks the bottle of water.

Slade: Like I told the doc here, I'm fine. I've been hit way harder, and had better submission artists put me to sleep before.

Roxanne Spaulding: This is the problem. You take these things too lightly, and you fuck around and get hurt.

Bobbi: I was TERRIFIED for you when you passed out! Why didn't you just tap out?

Slade just chuckles and puts the ice pack on his neck. He looks at Roxy.

Slade: You wanna tell her?

Roxy sighs.

Roxanne Spaulding: You see, Bobbi, your dumbass brother would rather get hurt or go unconscious than give the other person the satisfaction of making him tap out.

Bobbi looks legitimately worried.

Bobbi: I can't watch this. I can't. I can't. I ost Papa because he was stubborn, I won't watch you do the same damn thing.

She exits the frame, and Slade pleads silently for Roxy to go get her. Roxy sighs again.

Roxanne Spaulding: Nothing dumb until I get back, y'hear?

Slade nods.

The camera fades to black as the medical team continues to put Slade through the concussion protocol, against his will.

Freakin’ Awesome

Shifting to the dressing room of the Misfits, Lux Haze paces back and forth, her black leather wrestling gear still hugging her body tightly as she looks like a 5’3” powder keg about to explode while she mumbles to herself, her hands both rolled up in fists, clench so hard her knuckles are white.

Her partner and friend, Scarlett Payne watches her closely, trying to figure out how to contain the coming explosion. She sighs heavily as she pulls her “ Haze of Payne - Baddest Bitches On the Block” half shirt over her gear.

Scarlett Payne: Hazy, ya knew they’d pull something after what we did last week. I just didn’t think they’d go this balls to the wall right off the jump. Take a deep breath, bro. We can’t go to jail in Mexico, ya know.

Lux Haze: It’s just…FUCK!! A car’s a car, but you know what was in that car? What I had in the back of it?

Scarlett chews on her lip, thinking.

Scarlett Payne: Vintage punk memorabilia? Dude, ya keep so much stuff in there, I don’t have a clue! Only an irreplaceable vintage vinyl would get my knickers in that much of twist. What was in there?

Lux Haze: All kinds of shit, but most importantly an autographed chainsaw from Wendy O. Williams. One she used live in concert. She’s FUCKING DEAD NOW. I can’t replace it. A one of a kind lost forever because those two inbred fucks had to blow up my car.

Scarlett smiles at Lux.

Scarlett Payne: Dude, chill. It’s not gone. I um, - I had to make room for my bag and your trunk was packed. I was gonna tell you when we got back but it’s back at my place. I didn’t think you’d mind.

Lux suddenly smiles and then gives an uncharacteristic hug to Scarlett.

Lux Haze: You’re freaking awesome. Have I told ya lately how much I love ya?

Scarlett laughs as she hugs her back.

Scarlett Payne: I know I’m freakin’ awesome! Ya know I love ya, Hazy, no doubt. But bro, you should know better than ta take something like that outta the country. The question now is what do we do ta get a little payback?

Lux Haze: We could always get em banned from ancestory.com so they can’t find dates anymore.

Scarlett Payne: Ya know they don’t look beyond each other. They only used ancestry.com to find each other. Did you hear what she said about making him feel better? Gross! That seriously skeeved me out! I think we need to hit em somewhere they’ll feel it. Wallet maybe?

Lux Haze: That, or next week we just kick the ever living shit out em. Screw being nice!

Scarlett laughs as she claps her hands together in excitement.

Scarlett Payne: That’s what we’re best at! Nobody kicks ass like we do. Plus, we’re freakin’ adorable while we do it. Ya can’t help but love us. This is gonna be freakin’ awesome!!

The scene fades to black.

Jupiter vs Legion

Legion came out with the rest of her Hive; Kassandra and Danae, while Jupiter came out with Zeus. The size of Jupiter has him dominating the much smaller Jupiter at the opening bell, as he looked very crisp and fluid in his first singles match. The tide turned when Jupiter went for a running big boot in the corner and got his leg tangled in the ropes. This opened up a big knee shot that Legion took with a leaping forearm smash.

After that, Legion began to focus on dismantling the knee of Jupiter, using a lot of kicks and minor submission holds. At that point, she even went to the top rope and leapt out with a double foot stomp on the knee.

Toward the end, Jupiter posted a comeback, but that’s when Danae jumped up on the apron and distracted the referee, just as Jupiter hit East River Plunge (Power Slam against the corner turnbuckles). This lead to Zeus rushing into the ring and barreling across it at Danae, only to be cut off by the referee. While Zeus argued with him, Kassandra and Damae slipped into the ring and hit Titan's End ((Bearhug (Danae) / Diving leg drop (Kassandra) combination on Jupiter then ducked out of the ring. Legion pinned as Danae shouted to get the referee’s attention, who turned and made the three count for Legion to pick
up the win.

[Donnie]

It’s Coming Home!

The duo of Englishmen known as Henhouse Slaughter are not in a coffeehouse but in a bar, with the bigger of the two, Eddie Penbrook, dressed in the jersey of the English national Soccer team with his face painted with a red cross on white background. The fact that the bar is full of rowdy fans suggests that it has been recorded a few days earlier.

Eddie: ITS COMING HOME! FOOTBALLS COMING HOME!

Penbrook is singing with the other patrons in the bar, and those who keep up with soccer might have figured out that what we are witnessing is the aftermath of the Soccer European championship Semi finals.

Eddie: C’MON RUPERT, DON’T BE A DOWNER, THIS IS ONCE IN A GENERATION STUFF!

It’s plainly obvious that Penbrook is slightly intoxicated, while his partner, the always eccentric Rupert E. Fox, who is seated in the same booth, just with his back turned to the camera, seems less than enthusiastic about the ballyhoo.

Rupert mumbles something incoherent an Penbrook leans in closer.

Eddie: What was that mate?

The lanky lad in his aviator shades turns around and bellows out.

Rupert: FUCK FOOTIE! FUCK THOSE OVERPAID, PRIMADONNA PONCES WHO JUST BRING THE DRUNKEN BASTARDS HOPES UP AGAIN AND AGAIN ONLY TO FAIL MISERABLY WHEN GIVEN THE CHANCE!

That sent a clear shock on Penbrook’s face and oddly enough the whole bar seemed to shut down, as more and more faces turn to look at the two. Penbrook starts the most rambunctious belly shaking laugh and slaps his friend on the shoulder so hard he nearly knocks the Eaton alumni off his chair

Edddie: AHAHAHAHA! Good one mate! Almost had me going there for a minute, hehehe..

When everyone turns back to their drinks, Penbrook yanks Rupert so close that only the two of them could hear. Of course Eddie, being a bit inebriated, he was loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

Eddie: Never say shit like that out in public again. It’s bad enough we have to fight for a living against a pair of ungrateful tossers but I’m not taking on a whole pub on just for shits and giggles.

He looks at Fox but unable to see his friend’s reactions, Penbrook barks at him.

Eddie: Take those bloody glasses off, for fuck’s sake. We are indoors!

For once..Rupert E. Fox does as he’s told and pockets his shades, still looking less than pleased with the situation.

Eddie: I’ll get you another pop..sure you wouldn’t have something else, some cider at least, you know they have barely alcohol in it over here. It’s like bloody juice..

Rupert: Coke.

Eddie: Right you are.

As Penbrook makes his way through the crowd, Fox glares at the camera.

Rupert: The fuck you lookin’ at? You bunch of sad wankers. I bet this is precisely what you wanted. Lord X and Mr. X are now the bloody tag team champions. A pair of undeserving, untrustworthy, bog goblins and knob monkeys if I’ve ever seen any and suddenly, they think they have the right to deny US a bloody, honest to god shot at their championship. Who the bloody hell died and made you two the queens and rulers of the kingdom?! Huh? You should feel lucky that you don’t end up with a fork to your gullet at catering, you silly sods, lemme tell ya~

Before he gets further, a pint of coke gets banged on the table.

Eddie: There, happy now?

Fox looks at his friend, then the coke and smirks.

Rupert: I may not be disgruntled but I am far away from gruntled.

Penbrook plants himself on a chair and shakes his head.

Eddie: You and your jokes, honestly mate. Sometimes, I feel like you live just to confuse everyone else.

Fox toys with a straw and starts slurping the drink, LOUD.

Eddie: Precisely what I mean.

He can’t help but smile just a bit, even an annoying Rupert is better than the moody grumpy one. He takes a long swig of his own beer and glances at the camera.

Eddie: Ya know ya tossers, Rupert does have a point there. The two ponces had the audacity to claim they beat us and thus we ain’t worth a titleshot. Well know what, gobshites? That ain’t gonna fly. You can join whatever circlejerk group you want, but that won’t change reality. You’ve never beat us legit. And I know already that the danes will cry their eyes out for that penalty on the game, which is kinda fitting since well, fuck you you tossers. You two prissy, prancin’, pretty boys ain’t got the bollocks to put those straps on the line against us. You hang onto the one thing that keeps ya from having to face the music and just like I know the danes will… you’ll keep doin that until the end of time. I’m feelin particularly fighty, and with that 10 man clusterfuck comin at Salvation… well tossers, for me, there are only 2 targets. The scarf-wearing weasel catcher and the shaved gorilla pitcher. Both me ‘n young master Rupert are gettin sick and tired of bein’ yanked around. And just like the boys in white-and-red… we ain’t gonna be given up till we bring the gold home. Ya ken?

Penbrook watches as Fox finished his coke in record time, smirking at the camera as he pockets the union jack covered straw.

Rupert: I mean, we could play nice with ya, bring some monkey chow for Magilla the Manservant gorilla, none of those fair trade bollocks bananas either but proper grade-a chiquitas. I’m sure Lord X could help him with the peeling since well, it might be a tad much to expect the gorilla to manage to hold and peel a banana at the same time. I am impressed he can even walk and breathe at the same time on his own, let alone wrestle. Lord X talks so much shit and never shuts up that he probably breathes through his arsehole anyway and yet, despite all we’ve been through with you pair of tits..I was stupid enough to believe when Edward here said that winning the championships might change ya, bring some sense into those noggins. That’s always been his problem. Edward, I mean, he is a bit of a gentle giant and believes in the good, even the most low-down guttershites until, of course, they give him a reason not to. Now this is where it gets interesting, because once he flips that switch, there isn’t turning back - not tomorrow, not next week, not next year. The bloody switch is stuck there and whoever he changed his opinion on? You are shit outta luck. That’s where you two tosspots are at right now. So yeah we have this 10 person match coming, with all sorts of names we could talk an hour or two about, great people, great competitors..and there’s the pair of you pissers pretending to be champions, so I’d like to hereby extend my deepest, sincerest condolences for the arsekicking you two will be getting.

Eddie: Me too, from the heart of my bottom.

Rupert: I think the expression they are looking for is from the bottom of..

Eddie: I know what I bloody said and I meant it!

Fox chuckles

Rupert: Blimey, I think the beer’s gone to his head. This may just turn out to be a fun night after all.

Penbrook blinks, thinks for a second and then lets out a hearthy laughter.

Eddie: Well where else is it supposed to go, ya twat? It goes to the belly, then to the head and from there it affects all possible ailments. Cheers!

He downs the rest of his pint in one go.

Eddie: But I’ll promise all of you wankers this, 2X is gonna get their due. And it’s not gonna be fun for you. But it IS gonna be enjoyable for me.

He stands up, sways a bit and starts singing again.

Eddie: ITS COMING HOME! FOOTBALLS COMING HOME! WRESTLINGS COMING HOME!

And with that the view fades to black.

Helping Hand

Standing by backstage with Toby Keller, already in his green and gold themed wrestling pants with a “Ruthless Presents: The New Real Deal” t-shirt on, is Chance Field. Flanked beside him, as always, is Ares Bones. On the other side of the curtain the fans chant at Chance.

“BABY CARROT”

Chance shakes his head in disgust.

Chance Field: Listen to these sheep! They know nothing about my carrot!

Toby Keller: You ever thought maybe they’re talking about your hair color not your manhood?

Chance Field: I’m a Field, a REAL Field, not a half blood like Noah; and just look at me. Of course they're talking about my manhood. It’s all anyone, gay or straight can think about. So get your own mind out of the gutter, Keller, and ask me a few good questions.

Toby Keller: A lot of people think you sabotaged Hungry Jack at Battle by the Beach. Any thoughts on that?

Chance Field: People are idiots. Next question.

Toby Keller: But you really didn’t answer this one.

Chance Field: Fine, how’s this for an answer? Fat Ass Jack couldn’t do it. He knows it, his fans know it, you even know it, Keller. But there’s no accountability. Rather than to realize that the Blob isn’t really some kind of hero to a world littered with obesity, they want to blame me, the beautiful and the fit. It’s rather sad. And as hilarious as I find it that not only could he not lose weight, but the moron actually GAINED weight, I have some sympathy for him.

Toby Keller: You don’t seem to be sympathetic.

Chance Field: I gave him one more month didn’t I? A lesser man would have just walked away and moved on. After all, I’m the one suffering here, not Jack. I’m the biggest star in this company and I’m risking my spot at FightFest, one of only four Pay-Per-Views a year, to give this loser a chance. It’s my ass on the line, not his. That’s why I brought help. Keller, if I give you a few gifts for Jack, can you get them to him?

Toby Keller: I…

Chance Field: It wasn’t a question. I was just trying to be nice. You’ll do it. Anyway, I actually bought him a few books that might aid him with his weight loss.

Chance turns to Ares, who hands him a small stack of books. Chance holds each one up the camera and says the name of each before passing them on to Toby Keller.

Chance Field: We have “Weight Loss For Dummies”, and we got..”Living With Bulimia”…”Binge and Purge”…and my fathers autobiography, “Even God is a Real Fan”.

Keller, reluctantly taking the books, looks confused.

Toby Keller: What’s your father’s autobiography have to do with weight loss?

Chance Field: Nothing. Us Fields don’t have bad genes. It’s just a really good read.

Chance smirks

Chance Field: You better get those delivered, like…NOW!

Fade away.

15 Minutes of Rawlings

15 minutes of Rawlings

Stephen Rawlings vs Eddie Money


Stephen Rawlings surprised everyone this week by actually using his 15 minutes of Rawlings spot to wrestle a real match against a real competitor. He faced off against Eddie Money and Stephen showed that he actually has some moves still. It was a competitive match, but about 10 minutes in, Stephen Rawlings got Eddie into a pin and held his tights for the win. Afterwards, Stephen celebrated and Trevor came out reversing the decision, Dqing Stephen for cheating, and giving the win to Eddie.

Gelatinous Cube

Pandora Ravencraft is standing backstage after her match, with an ice pack in her neck. The usually bubbly and high energy rookie looks subdued as she stands next to Suzy Donnelly.

Suzy Donnelly: I’m here with Pandora..

Pandora puts her hand on the mic.

Pandora Ravencraft: I’m totally sorry, I really am, but I got to interrupt you. This is getting old. I don’t know what I did to piss off Belle Laveneu, and look! She’s making me curse. I never curse!

Suzy Donnelly: Deep breath. It’ll be okay.

Pandora Ravencraft: Will it though? I’ve done nothing but try to make my way here. But this goblin seems to have an obsession with assuring I fail. She interrupted my debut match. She’s attacked me backstage. Last week, she cost me the Dominion Championship. This week, she couldn’t even pin me clean. She had to hold my gosh danged pants!!! You know what she reminds me of?

Suzy Donnelly: Not really.

Pandora Ravencraft: She’s a Gelatinous Cube. You know, stupid, doesn’t speak, or in her case, says nothing important when she does, Really does a lot of nothing but annoy the ever living crap outta people. But I’m a gamer, and you know what a gamer does? She meets her enemies on the field of battle. So next week, if she has the guts to do so, she can meet me in the ring for a little parlay.

Pandora Ravencraft: You hear that, BITCH! I’m calling your ass out to the ring next week.

Pandora’s demeanor suddenly changes to more carefree.

Pandora Ravencraft: Now that I have that off my chest, sorry for the language Suzy Q, but it was cathartic….

Bael vs Lyric

Lyric tried to get the jump on Bael, attacking him as soon as he got in the ring. This lead to an initial burst of offense that capped off with the Gaia Kick (spinning roundhouse kick). When she pinned Bael, he impressively kicked out before even a one count. After that, Bael dominated the match,

The ending saw Bael hitting Damnation (crucifix powerbomb), but refused to pin her. Instead, he set her up for another when the crowd popped and Drake ran to the ring with a chair and slammed it against the head of Bael as the referee called for the bell DQing Lyric. Bael no sold the chair shot and grabbed the throat of Drake. Drake kicked him with a low blow. By then, Lyric had gotten to her feet, and together her and Drake hit a double powerbomb on the turnbuckle as the crowd cheered them on.

[Donnie]

Violent Ending

Drake is standing in a secluded area backstage in Mexico City. The wall behind him is nondescript, looking like anything else. Shadows loom and reflect off of parts of his mask as the alternate personality of Lucky Keenan speaks.

Drake: Last week, he took a shot from Sherry.

He holds up the kendo stick covered in glass he hit Bael with last week.

Drake: I bet that really did smart. This week, I gave my girl Sherry the week off. This week it was a chair shot. I’ve got much more where this comes from.

He lowers “Sherry” out of the frame.

Drake: I saw the videos last week. Tragic backstory to give rhyme and reason to the actions that have been taken in past weeks. I also saw Jinx speak of her goal to awaken me, the Monster Inside. She wants an awakening, she’s got it. But she wants a match, the match is on my terms.

Drake leans back against the wall and slips to the ground, pressing his back against the wall.

Drake: Blood and violence are a way of life with me. Even when they put me in a straight jacket and tossed me in the rubber room, sedating me to the point of drool dribbling down my chin, while I fought the urge not to piss myself, I had fantasies of the fight, and the rage. So if we are to do this, we do this on my terms. You want my awakening to bring forth the awakening of Bael; then we do this in an Asylum Match at FightFest.

Drake laughs his dark twisted laugh as the scene cuts away.

Ruthless Intention

**** PRE RECORDED SEGMENT ****

The scene opens up on a caged octagon ring, typically seen in mixed martial arts cage fighting. As the shot pulls closer, a lone spotlight rises, drawing attention to the figure seated in the center. A curtain of long, flowing blonde hair is draped over the shoulder of a sleekly muscular and obviously feminine profile. The woman is dressed in black leather and mesh shorts and a matching sports top, her feet bare. She uncurls her frame and stands, her movement fluidly athletic with no wasted effort. As she begins to speak, she turns her head towards the camera, the long locks shifting to reveal the “Creator of Violence”, Mercy Payne.

Mercy Payne: This is where I feel at home. A steel cage is my comfort zone. Here there are no illusions about who won or lost.

She balls her hand into a fist and punches her other hand as she smirks.

Mercy Payne: The sound of flesh hitting flesh, bone snapping in your grasp - that’s what real combat is. It’s the ultimate test of who’s built stronger, who hits harder, who embraces the pain more. Every drop of blood, sweat, and tears is a testament of your worth.

She strides over to the edge, curling her fingers through the cage.

Mercy Payne: But this is also where I was banned from competing. This is where I ended the career of a woman who thought she was tougher than me. She thought she could outlast my kokina clutch but little did she know what I could do with a small shift. She didn’t understand human anatomy like I do. All it took was a slight shift in my position and her career was over, her neck was never the same.

Mercy laughs to herself and looks down at the apron for a moment before bringing her bright blue eyes back to the camera.

Mercy Payne: I should probably feel…I don’t know, something about what I did. But I don’t. I never have. It wasn’t my fault she went in unprepared, is it? I don’t think so either. In a way, I saved her years of embarrassment, so that alone absolves me.

Her eyes are lit up in amusement as her smirk grows.

Mercy Payne: I was never one to waste an opportunity so I moved on to wrestling - 3XW and Redemption became my new field to dominate. I defined what I could do with an unbelievable undefeated streak unlike any other. And you know what they gave me? My No Mercy match. No rope breaks - just pinfall or submission. They gave me a match that allowed me to do what I do best - dominate. In the cage, you either tapped out or passed out - none of those pussy rope breaks from a referee who’s not fit to sniff my Ares’ jockstrap much less tell me what to do.

Mercy laughs as she raises her eyes to the ceiling for a moment.

Mercy Payne: This is the same match that the beauty queen has picked to make her stand. She wants to protect her title and her new singles reputation by stepping into my world. But I think she forgot a few things along the way.

Mercy uncurls her fingers, allowing her hands to drop to her sides and then steps back away from the cage. With her fists on her hips, she stands tall and confident.

Mercy Payne: Rosie forgot what I told her at the beginning. I don’t care about her title. I could have had that any time I chose. I’d rather take her pride, her confidence and her career. I’d rather show the world exactly what I am…Ruthless.

The scene cuts to black.

Accepting the Inevitable

The feed transitions fluidly to a dimly lit area somewhere deep in the Arena Mexico. A red light casts an eerie glow on the exposed pipes causing deep shadows to stretch beneath. Dripping water echoes throughout the chamber as steam rises from the hot metal and it becomes clear that this is a boiler room instead of a dressing room.

A maniacal laugh comes from the shadows, feminine and seemingly pleased. Jinx emerges from the depths, fully adorned in her signature white and silver straight jacket and Reaper makeup.

Jinx: Little lost Drake wants an asylum match. How completely adorable and naive of you.

She smiles blissfully and twirls happily.

Jinx: He thinks this isn’t what I want. He thinks he’s got us backed into a corner.

She begins to laugh again and disappears into the shadows. The massive wall of muscle and aggression known as Bael slowly steps into the light, his arms crossed over his chest. A deep, rumbling laugh echoes ominously as a satisfied smirk curls his lip.

Bael: You didn’t think this through, did you Drake? So used to people running scared when they see you.

He brings his dark eyes up from the floor to focus on the camera, a distant flame reflecting in them.

Bael: I have withstood more in my childhood than you could dare to imagine. I stood in your house of God and burned it to the ground. Do you see any scars from the flames on me?

He stretches his arms out for inspection, the smooth, unblemished skin shining in the light.

Bael: Not even sacrilegious fire could touch me. Yet you’re pretentious enough to think you can defeat what even your God couldn’t. I am living proof that your God is a fraud - a delusion shared by the uninspired and the weak. He is nothing but a corporate advertisement for the masses, his only purpose is to take your money and leave you with a false sense of security.

Bael’s arms cross back over the wide spans of his chest, causing his muscles to bulge.

Bael: When we’re in that cage, and you’re on your knees bleeding and broken, I want you to pray to your false prophet as I stand over you. I want to hear you beg him for mercy. Yes, you understood correctly, beg him, not me. I want to see the hope fade from your eyes when you realize that he has abandoned you and I am not swayed by your pathetic pleas. I was never granted mercy therefore I have none to give.

Jinx emerges from behind him, this time her abundant curves are on display in a sheer white gown that flows freely, her white blonde hair cascading from her black beaded crown. She steps in front of Bael, her head barely reaching his chest, and she smiles at the camera.

Jinx: I have seen how this plays out, Drake, and there is no other outcome. At FightFest, you are the last tumbler to fall into place. Through your actions, the final awakening begins. So sayeth the White Reaper.

The light extinguishes, leaving complete darkness as the scene fades.

Main Event
Casey Holliday, Hungry Jack, Rosie Sinn, and Henhouse Slaughter
vs
Jake Mason and Ruthless

The crowd was hot for this match from the get-go and each wrestler got a chance to showcase their skills. One notable thing, though, was despite him trying to goad him into the ring, Chance Field refused to get in the ring with Hungry Jack. When it finally became too much to handle, Jack hopped off the apron and pursued Chance. Chance took off running as Jack chased him. The camera followed this, as Chance was chased into the parking lot and jumped into his Porsche and sped away.

Back in the ring, the legal men were Rupert E Fox and Xander Maxwell. Fox tagged in Penbrook and together they hit Tea & Crumpets (Lawndart Crossbody-Eddie Picks Up Rupert and Cross Bodies him to the opponent). Penbrook covered, but Mercy Payne broke the pin attempt. This lead to Rosie coming in after Mercy and tackling her out of the ring, throwing punches. Next into the ring was Xavier Cross, who barreled in and drove Penbrook into the corner with a running shoulder block.

While this was going on, Maxwell was able to tag in Jake Mason. When Holliday saw this, she tagged herself in. The referee was trying to sort out this mess and totally missed Mason tossing some hidden powder into Holliday’s eyes, blinding her. Then he hit her with Prophecy Fulfilled(Rainmaker) and pinned her for the win.

The show went off the air with security trying to stop the brawl that included Mercy Payne, Xander Maxwell, and Xavier Cross squaring off with Rupert Fox, Eddie Penbrook, and Rosie Sinn. Meanwhile, Mason just sat down in the ring, back against the corner, staring at the defeated Casey Holliday