Salvation 161 - 07.18.21

[Donnie]

Preshow

Funky Order vs Wolves of Legion
Wolves of Legion made quick work of the Funky Order, beating them with Titan's End.

Erin Corbin vs Lynn Van Court
LVC beat Erin Corbin with relative ease, making her tap out with Flawless Finish.

Butch Slaughter vs Steel Drago
Slaughter beat the Revolucion de Lucha Mexico Star with the Slaughterhouse in a very violent match.

Mercy Payne vs Willow
Payne destroyed Willow, making her tap out via No Mercy.

2X vs Skylark & Titus

2X completely dominated this match, making a mockery of Skylark and Titus, constantly taunting them, allowing them to get just a little bit of offense in just to give them hope, then they took it back. This went on for several minutes as Xander Maxwell and Xavier Cage drew massive heat from the live crowd. At one point they even had them finished off a handful of times, but broke the pin themselves to add insult to injury.

The crowd really livened up in the end when Eddie Penbrook came out of the crowd. He went toward Xavier Cage, taunting him to the point the referee had to get between them. As he did this, Rupert E Fox slipped in the other side of the ring, spun around Maxwell, and hit him with The East Ender (Asai DDT). Fox gave Penbrook a knowing look and backed off. Penbrook held up his hands and backed away. The referee turned his attention back to the ring as Titus covered Maxwell. Cross went to climb in the ring to break the pin attempt, but Penbrook grabbed his foot to stop him as Skylark and Titus picked up their first victory in Redemption, moving their record to 1-5.

[Donnie]

You Got Beat!

Immediately following there big loss, the team of 2X, Xander Maxwell and Xavier Cross are standing outside the ring. In the ring, the duo of Skylark and Titus are celebrating their first win. That’s when Xander rolls into the ring behind them and smacks Skylark with the tag title belt to the back of the head. Titus tries to help his partner, but Xavier mauls him from behind, taking him to the mat and choking him out.

Once the attack is done, Xander demands a microphone and starts to pace the ring at a crisp pace. After a minute or so of boos from the crowd he pauses and speaks.

Xander Maxwell: This is bullshit! These hacks don’t even deserve to carry our luggage, much less share the ring with me.

Crowd chants start up.

Crowd: You Got Beat!! You Got Beat!! You Got Beat!! You Got Beat!! You Got Beat!! You Got Beat!!

Xander is fuming while Xavier stalks around the ring.

Xander Maxwell: You think so!! You think that was a real loss!! That was those damn Brits HANDING Team Jobber a win. You know what…Henhouse wants a match?! They got it!!

A livid Xander slams the mic on the mat canvas.

Wave of Destruction

With moments before his in ring debut, Joss Snow, wearing a pair of long black pants with no shirt, showing off his tattooed upper body. His red hair is braided in the back, hanging just below his shoulders. The camera follows him to the ready position when his solitude is broken up by the curly headed Toby Keller.

Toby Keller: Mr. Stone, a word before your match?

Joss just stares at him, as the silence irks at Keller.

Toby Keller: How do you feel about your upcoming match?

Joss Snow: That’s all you got? How do a fucking feel about my match? You want the truth or do you want me to cherry coat it for the kids at home?

Toby Keller: The truth I guess.

Joss Snow: Truth is, my dicks hard. There’s very few things that feel better than when you’re about to go smash your fist against someone’s skull. It’s like a drug.

He taps veins like a junky would before shooting up.

Joss Snow: I’m always just waiting on the next fix. It gives me goosebumps. I fucking love it. I live for this.

Toby Keller: What do you think about your opponents?

Joss Snow: I don’t even know who my opponents are. It doesn’t matter who they are tonight. I’m going to walk through that curtain, and win, lose or draw, I plan on hurting someone. This isn’t about a win or a loss. This is about showing the world what Redemption just got themselves into. This is a teaser for the upcoming devolution. What you’re about to see is a wave of destruction and chaos. So if you’re squeamish, you better cover your eyes.

Joss lets those final words hang as he continues to the ready position.

Just Desserts

We are at the damn near regular hangout of Rupert Fox and Edward Penbrook, while Penbrook looked like he had some sour grapes, spoiled meat and stale fish all rolled up in a big ball of disgust Rupert Fox seemed to be in a jovial mood spotting the camera.

Rupert: Cheer up mate, you made it to the finals, there’s always next time. Penalties are a coin toss anyway, could have gone either way, besides look on the bright side we can rectify that blunder now, we’ve worked hard enough, the world knows we bloody well deserve this and once we face 2X for those shinys...it’s coming hoooome~

He tries to tune up the song that had driven most of Europe bonkers for months but Penbrook glares at him with the ever so clear “shut your mouth” stare.

Rupert: Fuck it, fancy a pint then? Maybe something stronger? You look like you could use a pick me up.

Penbrook grumbles under his breath something that could be construed as an affirmative and Fox takes it as a sign to get away. Penbrook then looks at the camera.

Eddie: You know. 2X. I kinda hate myself right now. Since day 1 here you’ve been making fools of us. You’ve made us into the butt of the joke around here, constantly dodging us and making us look stupid. We wanted to do this on the up and up, not drop down to your levels. But when I saw OUR BOYS get fucked by the Italians I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. What happened earlier 2X was just desserts. You make us look like fools, we make YOU look like fools. And guess what IT FOOKIN WORKED! We finally got you two tossers to grant us that titlematch we have deserved for a long damn time. Ever since you eliminated us from the battle royal after being eliminated yourself. Ever since you screwed us in the match against Rykers. Well now we got you two bloody twats right where we want you. And guess what 2x? Those belts are coming home.

Fox returns with a pint and a shot glass of beefeater handing them over. For once the young master is without his aviator sunglasses and you can see the gleeful smirk on his face as he slumps back to the booth lounging comfortably.

Rupert: You two tossers had a choice, this could have been avoided, but considering just how bloody miserable Edward here has been, you two pissants are lucky he didn’t just outright knock your blocks off to be honest. Now we have you by your non-existent mansacks and the funny thing is this isn’t one of those situations where two blokes sit across each other, both holding credit cards between their teeth, squeezing the other’s nuts and the one who’s card drops first pays for the night..nah sunshines, you wish you’d get off that easy, you probably get off on that literally. You are in for a world of hurt and humiliation and at the end of the night when we get our shot against the pair of you..you won’t even have those fancy titles to wave around and stuff to people’s faces. Henhouse Slaughter is bouncing back chaps and there’s not a bloody thing you can do to hinder, stop or avoid the inevitable loss of those belts. We takin’ them off you and keep them for as long as we bloody well choose.

Penbrook seems to still be putting together the mental image of Fox’s credit card game and the young man shrugs.

Rupert: Eaton..a wacky place that one, bunch of right tossers if you ask me, poncy pricks the lot of them..look just enjoy your pint and..

Before he finishes it Penbrook downs the shot in a gulp and grabs his pint.

Eddie: Another one..

Rupert: You haven’t even finished your pint?!

Eddie: I will be by the time you get back.

With a shrug Fox gets up to get a new order.

Eddie: What young master Rupert said is correct. You got only yourselves to blame for this 2X. We coulda done this the easy way, the proper way. But your fuckery ended up digging your own graves. Because at Fight Fest me and Rupert are gonna throw caution to the wind to make sure you won’t be sneaking away with a sleazy win this time. See, here’s a little tidbit. You wanna know where our name “Henhouse Slaughter” comes from? Well it is an adage I learned from me old man back home. “Go check the coop Eddie. Make sure the door is latched shut” he would tell me. “There’s foxes around. And if a fox gets into the Henhouse… Well lets just say it’ll be fitting of this town”. And one day I did forget to latch that door. And in the morning, a fox sat amongst the remains of a dozen hens. It was a lesson I never learned before. And you 2X. You just left your door unlatched. At Fight Fest The fantastic Mr. Fox and The Slaughter Made will be heading to YOUR Henhouse… and are good and proper fooked. You bloody wankers.

Fox shows up with another pint and shot to Penbrook who grabs them without hesitation.

Rupert: so at Fight Fest--

Eddie: Nah.

Rupert: What?

Eddie: We done talking young master..Fight fest is just what it sounds like we’ll have some festivities here..then fight them and once we are the tag team champions, we’ll have festivities unheard of this side of the pond.

Rupert: Really, but I thought..

Eddie: You thought wrong mate, we’ve been talking long enough tell these cunts to piss off and we’ll get back to strategizing.

Fox looks at the camera.

Rupert: I think he’s talking about you lot, I’d leave if I was you, sharpish. Unless you want him to help out?!

With a hurry the camera backs up before cutting off.

Dmitri vs Joss Snow vs Red Dragon

The next match featured two newcomers in Dmitiri and Joss Snow against Redemption veteran, Red Dragon. The match started off with Joss Snow taking advantage of the No DQ nature of a triple threat match, taking out Dmitri with a chair and then going right at Red Dragon. The two brawled all over outside the ring, with very little wrestling being done, but the crowd just ate it up. Eventually Dmitri rejoined the match, and showed off great technical prowess as he took over the match, fending off both men with his unique style of wrestling.

Eventually the match found its way back into the ring as the three men went back and forth. As the match came to a close, Snow caught Dmitri with a Snowfall (jumping cutter). Then as Red Dragon came at him, he leveled him with Chaos Theory (spinning round house) and pinned him to win the match.

[Donnie]

All About Me

Suzy Donnelly is standing in the same backstage area as the week prior. This time she’s opted against the blue dress and matching ankle strap heels for a juniper green dress, loosely falling just below her knee. Her heels are a matching green, open toed, with an ankle strap.

To the right is Lynn Van Court with the fearsome Delphine by her side. Lynn has let her hair down following her match on the preshow. The dirty blonde locks run down both shoulders. She’s traded her pearl white vinyl camisole top from last week for a shamrock green one of the same design, littered in white highlights with a matching pair of low cut wrap around shorts that have her family crest; the stag coat of arms, on the side. Delphine is dressed in a purple bustier and a matching pair of leather pants.

Standing in the background is a small woman, plain looking with ordinary brown hair, pale skin, with a pantsuit on.

Suzy Donnelly: I’m here again this week with Ms. Van Court, who earlier tonight moved her record to 2-0…

LVC: Say that last part again.

Suzy Donnelly: Record of 2-0.

LVC: One more time, but with more pizazz in your voice.

Suzy does her best to fake a chipper voice.

Suzy Donnelly: Record of 2-0.

LVC: And that would make me?

Suzy is silent, her eyebrows furrowed as she searches the depths of her mind for what LVC wants.

LVC: Come on, it starts with a U. Surely people who are not Ivy League educated know a few four syllable words. Use your words here.

Suzy starts to gaze at LVC with nothing but annoyance and disdain written across her face.

Suzy Donnelly: Undefeated..

LVC holds her finger up, shushing Suzy as she chides out to the figure in the background.

LVC: Towel girl! I’m sweating. Do your job.

The woman scurries from the background with a white towel that has LVC embroidered in gold. She dabs at the forehead of LVC.

LVC: That’s enough, now get out of my sight.

She rushes back to her place while LVC turns her focus back to Suzy.

LVC: Now give it to me one more time. Make it sound like you mean it.

Suzy Donnelly: You’re undefeated.

LVC: That’s right. Now we’re done here.

Suzy Donnelly: But I never asked you a question.

LVC laughs, holding her stomach as does, really overacting to drive the point home.

LVC: That’s so cute. You thought this was about you. It’s not, this is about me. I made the only point I wanted to make, now I’m done. That means you’re done. Now move along.

LVC waves her hand at her, as if shooing a dog away. The frustration on Suzy’s face grows, until she takes a glance at Delphine. This gives her the queue to move along as the show cuts away.

On The Sidelines

The camera opens up on the backstage area of Arena Mexico, where Redemption's resident Hall of Famer, Slade, is busy discussing the booking decisions of upper management with anyone who would listen. At the moment, it was Roxy and his sister, Bobbi.

Bobbi: Why are you so mad? You have a night off. And after last week, you could use--

Roxanne Spaulding: Here we go.

Slade: Roxy, don't help.

Roxanne Spaulding: I can't HELP but help. The whole fuckin' WORLD knows how stubborn you are about working while under contract.

Slade: I'm just saying. These fans pay to see world-class talent, and they're being forced to watch Stephen Rawlings instead. Makes no sense to keep your best players on the sidelines, okay?

Bobbi: But you deserve a night off, every now and then, don't you?

Roxanne Spaulding: He'd probably be mad if he died out there and missed a show the next week.

She smirks at his clearly annoyed expression.

Slade: Bite me, Rox.

Roxanne Spaulding: Not with THAT kind of attitude, mister.

Bobbi feigns revulsion.

Bobbi: Eww, you guys... I'm right here!

Jason Sandman: If you're feeling left out Bobbi, I’m right here. Roxy you can join in too. John, you can give Viagra a break tonight.

Slade whips around at the intrusion, ready to murder the disrespectful interloper, only to find Jason Sandman there. He smirks.

Slade: Well, well, well... if it isn't the Danger Man, live and in person. Anybody else talks like that to the ladies in my life, and they're missing an eye 60 seconds later. How the fuck are ya, champ?

Jason: That’s only because it would be an honor to have the Champ lay both the ladies in your life down for a good time.

Jason gives an evil smirk and a wink at the ladies.

Jason Sandman: By chance have any of you seen Teresa LaChance or any of her goons. I am supposed to be locked in my room like a good boy.

Roxy chuckles, while Bobbi looks properly embarrassed at the brazen display.

Roxanne Spaulding: I'd break you, Danger Man.

Slade butts into the conversation.

Slade: I have not. She doesn't come see me anymore, since she got a taste of power. Guessing she thinks it's slumming it to associate with an old dog like me.

He pauses to consider what else Sandman said.

Slade: They got you on the sidelines too? What is it with the Powers That Be and keeping us on the bench? Even Field knew better than to sideline us.

Jason Sandman: That’s because Tony knew it would be his ass if we were left off. We are gentlemen. We wouldn’t hurt a lady. So what’s this bullshit about Draco Dragotta taking you down, and thinking he can speak my name?

Slade: Wasn't my fault, man. Fucker played possum and leveled my ass with a fuckin' crutch.

Roxanne Spaulding: True story. Dude fought like a bitch, and wanted to scream about how bad he wanted a piece of your ass, Jason.

Slade: You got enough on your plate at the moment, Danger Man. I'll handle Draco. You just keep that World Title in the camp, eh? So how did you run afoul of LaChance? I remember dealing with her when she was a reporter, trying to make her way in our business.

Jason Sandman: She’s determined to make sure I don’t go find Dement and bury him in the desert somewhere. Bad press and all.

As Jason says that, Brandy comes running around the corner with a taser in her hand.

Brandy Sandman: Daddy I got one of the guards, but more are coming looking for you.

Jason Sandman: That’s my girl.

Slade: Hey Brandy.

Roxanne Spaulding: How's it, kiddo?

Bobbi just stares in mild shock. Instinctively, she moves behind her older brother at the sight of the taser.

Brandy smiles as she sees Bobbi hiding. Sandman gives a laugh at the sight too.

Jason Sandman: We better go before I have to kill them all for touching Brandy.

Jason and Brandy Sandman head away from the Slade and his crew as security can be heard around the corner.

Slade: Well shit.

Roxanne Spaulding: I think I saw Sandman heading this way.

She then points in a direction different than Jason and Brandy headed as the camera fades to black.

Old School Face Off

Before the show

The scene is a large conference room. There’s a crowd of around three dozen gathered in front of a two foot high stage. The wall behind the stage is covered with a giant Redemption banner. In front of it is a long table. Seated behind the table on the right side-center is Rosie Sinn, and her second, Pandora Ravencraft, next to her. On the left side-center is Mercy Payne, and her second, Ares Bones. Standing center is Redemption executive board member and Hall of Famer, Mike “Ram” Ramsey. Ram starts to speak.

Ram: I’d like to thank you all for coming to this press conference to hype the upcoming match between Rosie Sinn and Mercy Payne in two weeks at FightFest 5. We’re going to do this in an orderly manner. There’s a mic stand up front here. One at a time you’ll come up, and ask your question. You’ll be permitted one question and one follow up only. Now let’s ge this thing underway.

A random voice shouts out from the crowd.

Reporter: Ram, when are you going to wrestle again?

Ram laughs.

Ram: They’re already in pre-production for the fifth He-Man movie. Didn’t you know I’m a Hollywood star now? But I’m all seriousness, I don’t know if I will. If the right match or right scenario presents itself maybe, but I’m enjoying my retirement. But enough about me, the questions are for these ladies.

The first reporter steps up to the microphone.

Garret Dawson: Garret Dawson with Mat Wars. Mercy, what’s your record in No Mercy matches and where did you come up with the concept?

Mercy laughs, a hint of disdain and disgust in her voice.

Mercy Payne: What? Done stroking your ego, Ramsey? Everyone knows you’re too pussy to take that challenge. And for those who don’t know, Sinn over there just happens to be one of Ramsey’s pets so let’s see how “impartial” this is. To answer your question since you’ve never heard of Google, 6-0 - undefeated for you slack jawed, mouth breathers. I was given the opportunity to create a match that no one could beat me in. NO ONE! They saw the draw and my ability to decimate the weak.

Ares’ leans over and whispers in her ear.

Mercy Payne: Ares’ makes a fine point. Little Miss Beauty Queen Punk thinks she needs to hold on to her title….Be my guest bitch, cause that’s not the prize I’m after. Are we done with this inane drivel yet? (looks at Ares) I’ve got better things to do.

The next reporter steps up to the microphone.

Michael Farris: Michael Farris, from Fite Nite. This question is for Rosie. Why would you challenge Mercy to her speciality match that she created?

Rosie Sinn: Unlike my opponent, I won’t beat around the bush and deflect. It’s pretty simple in my mind. This has to end, and she’s going to keep coming at me until we find a way to end this. What better way to shut her up than to beat her in her own match? Anyway, if I can’t beat her, do I deserve this belt? Look, I’ve been defying odds all my life. It’s what I do, kinda my thing. So just maybe this match is more up my alley than you think.

Mercy grabs the mic, snarling.

Mercy Payne: Ya think you’re cute, thinking you can actually beat me in MY match. Well I hate to tell ya sweetie, you’ve got no idea what I have in store for you. As far as I’m concerned, FUCK YOUR BELT! You have never met a beast like me and never will again. You said it best, “it’s simple in my mind”, and you’re absolutely right. You are simple in every way. You can claim you’re a specialist all you want - it just hides your fear and insecurity. The plain truth is you’re nothing but a prop so the masses have someone to get behind. I’m so far above you, I need binoculars to even see you. You claim concrete but you’ve never been in steel with no rules and no playing to the fans. As far as I’m concerned, you haven’t earned your stripes and you’re too pussy to. Go back to the pageant circuit where you’re comfortable before I fucking end you like so many before.

Rosie stands up abruptly.

Rosie Sinn: You done with your monologue here? Because I’m sick and damn tired of your mouth.

Mercy stands up quickly, knocking her chair over I her haste.

Mercy Payne: At least when I talk, I don’t pander to the masses. You’re sick of my mouth? Then grow a pair and shut it, cause frankly sweetie, you don’t have the balls!

The two step nose to nose - Ares grabbing Mercy by the waist to restrain her, while Pandora does the same thing for Rosie, neither woman looking away from the other as the scene fades out.

Cattle Drive Crew vs Sorelle Della Tempesta

Sorelle Della Tempesta got good fan support in this one. Cattle Drive Crew took the early control, using their power game and larger size to their advantage as they cut the ring in half and isolated Noelle Jansen, and worked quick tags in and out.

The turning point in the match came when Noelle hit a superkick out of nowhere and then got the hot tag to Isidora. Isidora came in hot. After that SDT capitalized on great tag team work and double team moves until they managed to hit la tempesta (Powerbomb (Isidora) / Neckbreaker (Noelle)) on Boomer Johnson to pick up the win.

[Donnie]

Third Leg

The team of Rikers Demolition Squad are standing backstage watching a replay of Jupiter’s loss last week to Legion, due to the outside interference from her minions; Danae and Kassandra.

Jupiter: Tell me, why are we watching this again?

Zeus: Because you always want to be the brains of the operation and I let you, you’re a good talker, me not so much. You add the psychology of it, I add the bruteness, but if you don’t see the problem, then you’re slipping.

Jupiter: The only problem I see is a total lack of respect from this Hive.

Zeus: Or how about the fact that we need a third? We’re good, we’re damn good, but numbers will win out in the end. That’s how you lost last week. That’s how we lost our tag titles as well. This is just like back in our days at Riker’s Island, it’s becoming gang warfare out there.

A bottle busting can be heard. The camera pulls back to show Showcase wrestler, Butch Slaughter, who as tossed an empty beer bottle to the side.

Butch Slaughter: I hate this Mexican beer. It tastes like beer shit. I couldn’t help but to overhear you need a third.

Butch walks up to the duo and holds his hand out to Jupiter. Jupiter looks at it but says nothing.

Butch Slaughter: C’mon man, I like your work, you’re big on respect, so just take my fucking hand already.

Jupiter extends his hand out.

Jupiter: Do I know you?

Butch laughs.

Butch Slaughter: You sure as hell do. Remember about two years ago, that six-man death match back in Long Island.

Jupiter: I do, I remember it well. I have scars from that match.

Butch Slaughter: Yeah, so do I.

Butch turns his head to the side to show scarring behind his left ear.

Jupiter: Odd, because I don’t recall you from that match.

Butch laughs, holding his stomach as he does with a big deep laugh.

Butch Slaughter: You wouldn’t. I had long blonde hair at the time and they had me wrestling under some stupid gimmick, they called me Pretty Ricky Evans. Stupid’s shit ever.

A light of recognition hits the face of Jupiter, as does Zeus.

Zeus: Pretty Ricky. Hell, I always thought you were...

Butch Slaughter: Whoa there, big guy. Better watch it. The PC police will get you for that. And no, I’m not. They just saddled me with some stupid gimmick because they thought a death match guy with a pretty boy gimmick would be entertaining, the fucking chodes. Almost ruined my career. That’s why I’m here, wrestling as...well...me, and trying to get a fresh start. But let me get to the point. You need a third, you know what I can do...what do you think?

Jupiter: I think we can give it a try. Just now, though, if you step over that line and disrespect us...

Butch Slaughter: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ll put me down like a dog, only you’ll put it more eloquently. One thing you two will have to do is we’re gonna work together is chill out. Not everything has to be so serious. Loosen up.

Zeus slaps Jupiter on the arm, laughing as he does.

Zeus: Yeah, listen to him. Loosen up a bit. Relax....

Futures Changed?

The scene cuts to ringside and Casey Holliday is standing in the center of the ring with the Belt of Ascension in hand. She is absolutely NOT in good spirits right now. There’s a bit of a distraught look on her face. The look in her eyes indicates slipping confidence. She’s holding onto the microphone but she looks like she’s dreading being out there. Still, she’s able to be composed enough to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: I’ve always been brutally honest and I’ve never sugar coated anything… even if the person that I am being brutally honest with is myself. That’s why I am out here. The last two times I’ve competed in this ring, I’ve been pinned by Chance Field which that in and of itself was bad enough… and then last week, I get pinned by the son of a bitch that I’ve been wanting to have one on one for an ETERNITY in Jake Mason and THAT… you know what that tells me? It tells me that I don’t deserve this…

Casey glances at the Belt of Ascension, referencing this.

Casey Holliday: This belt is to represent the future of this company and all… and I’ve done WHAT with it? Lose… be further irrelevant… continue that fall down the fucking ladder that started in ‘other companies’ if you know what I mean. Just when I think things are starting to get better in this AWFUL year for me, they don’t. Last week? I’ve got to be honest. Maybe last week was a warning. Maybe I’ve already peaked in my career and it’s never going to get better. Maybe I am about to decline and be out of this business by the age of 30. It sure feels that way. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much effort I put into what I do, it’s not good enough, hasn’t been good enough all year and honestly, I don’t know if it will ever be good enough again.

At this point, maybe I should go back home and take care of my dad and just re-focus on everything. It seems like the only way I can ever get out of this. Maybe I should just admit that the business has not only caught up to me, but passed me by. It’s funny, because Jake’s stupid puppet master asked me what I really ‘wanted’ a few weeks back. At this point? The only thing I want is for this nightmare to be over and for the pain in my heart that’s associated with it to stop so I don’t have to look my father in the eye as the failure I’ve been this year. I don’t deserve this.

There is awkward silence in the building, but suddenly, the unconfident look in her eyes turns into a look of fire. She’s even able to let out a smirk before she continues…

Casey Holliday: ...or at least… that’s what was going through my mind after last week!

You could hear some sighs of relief in the audience.

Casey Holliday: I’m NOT going to deny that I HATE this year. I’m not going to deny that I am TIRED of STRUGGLING! I’m not going to deny that I am tired of certain DARK CLOUDS hanging over my head and Jake, you have gotten away from me LONG ENOUGH! I’M DONE with this cat and mouse BULLSHIT! I know that the one way I am EVER going to get rid of this ‘dark cloud’ over my head is by beating you down and making your life miserable! What I WANT is for this to END… on MY fucking terms! I’m NOT about to quit because that’s NOT what I do so what I want RIGHT NOW is for you to come out here and face me and I’ll tell you EXACTLY what the fuck I want and I am NOT going anywhere until you come out to face me… or do I have to go back there and drag your ass out here?

Casey pauses, waiting for any sort of response. The lights go down in the building and after about a minute they come back up to reveal Jake Mason sitting on the mat with his legs under him as he stares intently at Casey Holliday. The Master walks around the ring behind her student and leers at Holliday.

The Master: Why so anxious, my child? You seem like you have seen your future pass before your eyes, or was it not your future. Perhaps it was your father’s future and you saw how close it is to being over. You seem to have this righteousness about you that says life is only supposed to be positive. Failure is not something that’s allowed to poke his eye over the fence and find residency. You make yourself appear to be a child who never once heard the word no. You make yourself out to be the spoiled brat that quite frankly you are. “Daddy the mean people in Redemption didn’t just lay down for me.” “They are actually making me earn my place.” “They are telling me I won The Belt of Ascension by riding the coattails of the champion. Of course that’s what I did, but they shouldn’t call me out on it.” These are all conversations you have had with your father as he laid in the hospital bed begging for death and the end of the torment you caused him. Truly heartbreaking the way you made him feel. All he wanted was peace. All you demanded was pity for yourself. Now that I allowed his recovery you are able to use these moments as so called motivation. But let’s discuss what has happened since he has come back from certain bliss. You have been a failure, Casey. You have been a disappointment. I have sat outside his residence as he questioned your god about why he was allowed to survive only to see collapse in his daughter. I’ll let you in on a little secret Casey. It was my doing. I brought my best doctors with me solely because they understand the sickness that your times medical joke simply are perplexed by. If you’d like I can retcon his triumphs and give you something to avenge. Would it change anything in your mind? No, but I do want you to have all your options. Casey Holliday you are a child still looking for answers to life’s simplest of questions. You are so much like young Mason here. He, however, understands that he needs someone to give him answers. So I come to you offering answers. All you have to do is ask. I’m not here to force you into my teachings. One must come to it naturally. Only then are they enlightened.

In her anger, Casey throws down the Balt of Ascension and really begins to seethe a bit. She grips her microphone tighter and the anger just pours out of her eyes.

Casey Holliday: You would NEVER, EVER know the conversations we’ve had. You would NEVER KNOW what he went through. You would NEVER know how he got through his disease. How can you know so much about him, yet know so little about ME? I’ve EARNED everything I’ve ever gotten EVERYWHERE I’ve been…

Casey pauses, wincing for a bit, trying extremely hard not to have a sudden collapse in confidence based on the words she just heard.

Casey Holliday: I haven’t been an angel my whole career… but you do not get to judge me. You do not get to decide my destiny. I have NEVER been the kind of person that has accepted anything less than my best and you prey on me when you KNOW I haven’t been my strongest? You want to dredge up insecurities that either do not exist within me or do… but you blow them out of proportion? What does that say about you? I have stated before that I am DONE with this cat and mouse game! I only want ONE thing from you people… ONE FUCKING THING… AND I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL OR WHAT YOU THINK… THIS ONE FUCKING THING…

Casey catches herself knowing tears are coming, so she pauses for a moment to hold them back before continuing.

Casey Holliday: Name a time. Name a place! Whenever, WHEREVER, I want ONE match… ONE fucking match against Jake and I don’t give a shit about what I have to risk to get it! I don’t give a shit if I put that Belt of Ascension on the line, my hair on the line, or GOD even my CAREER on the line… I don’t give a SHIT what type of match it would be… YOU don’t get to use my father and his illness to try to pour SALT in last week’s wound of someone I KNOW I am BETTER THAN on ANY given night beating me last week and so help me god… you’re going to pay for that! I don’t give a FUCK about what I have to do, what kind of match it is or ANYTHING of that nature… I just want ONE chance… ONE… to end this with HIM… ON MY TERMS… and I’d give ANYTHING for that… I’d give ANYTHING to get this fucking storm that’s been raining above my head for months to fucking STOP. ENOUGH CHICKENSHIT! I want my match against Jake! PERIOD!

The Master doesn’t even give a facial response or any emotion about what Casey Holiday has just said. Only a simple response is given.

The Master: There is a time and a place for everything. You will learn your fate in due time. If I were you though…I’d be more concerned with the phone call you are about to receive. Pills do get misplaced, and your fathers been missing his blood pressure medication. I do hope they realize their mistake in time.

With that The Master let’s out an evil laugh. The lights go out again, and when they come back up The Master and Jake Mason are gone, and Casey Holliday is seated on the mat in the corner with a dazed look on her face.

15 Minutes of Rawlings

“Champion’ By Grinspoon plays through the arena and Stephen Rawlings comes out and walks down to the ring. The crowd erupts into boos and Stephen smirks to himself

Stephen Rawlings: I know you all are so thrilled to see me on what is another episode of 15 minutes of Rawlings… But I promise this week will gripping TV… It might get us nominated for a grammy…

The crowds boos grow louder.

Stephen Rawlings: Listen… There are only two people in the entire world who believe I have any shot at beating Lyric and that shocked me. I am clearly a better athlete than her, but for some reason that’s not enough for you thirsty assholes, so…. I decided to educate you… I made a list of reasons I am better than Lyric. 1000 reasons I am better than her, in fact, I mean, come on … The fact I could find 1000 things that make me better than her is telling enough, but that would never satisfy you lot, so I will sit here and read the entire list.

The crowd erupts into a boo that is so loud you can barely hear anything else. Stephen pulls out a pair of reading glasses and his cellphone.

Stephen Rawlings: (Clearing his throat)

1. I have won a World Championship Title!
2. I won the International Championship 3 times when it existed!
3. I have won every title there is to win in Japan.
4. I have been a Tag team champion!
5. I have beat every member of the Redemption Hall of Fame.
6. I have a penis!

The crowd breaks into boos.

Stephen Rawlings: Now, now… Let me talk please.

7. I look like a wrestler. Lyric looks like a girl on her way to Whole Foods after a yoga class.
8. I trained for 10 years with some of the hardest, meanest, baddest trainers in the history of wrestling to become a wrestler. She won a contract with a headshot.
9. I’m sane.
10. I have never had a penis inside me, except for that one time I stepped in the Atlantic ocean and it was like 40 degrees.

The crowd boos.

Stephen Rawlings: Shut up! I’m reading!

11. I beat her before.
12. I have a penis.
13. I am bigger than her.
14. I am smarter than her,
15. I am older than her.

The crowd breaks into a chat of “Old Man, Old Man.” Stephen rolls his eyes and just ignored them.

Stephen Rawlings: 16. I have a full name,
17. I am more muscular than her.
18. I have a penis.
19. I don't bleed out of my vagina and get all emotional for a few days every month.
20. I have more money than her.
21. I am from Michigan!
22. Armbar
23. I’m less annoying than her.
24. I’ve won more matches than she's even wrestled.
25. I have a cooler car than her.
26. I am smarter than her.
27. I am so special the company gave me 15 minutes to do whatever I want just to make me happy.
28. I have a penis.
29. I only need one personality to win a match.
30. I am funnier than her.
31. I am faster than her
32. My hair is shorter than hers.
33. I’ve beat some of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace Redemption’s presence.
34. I have a penis!
35. My one personality is more interesting than all of hers combined.

The crowd is starting to get bored and the boos are getting louder.

Stephen Rawlings: Bear with me… I’m only on number 35!

The boos get louder.

Stephen Rawlings: Now, now…. Calm down,

Number 36. I know how to read.
37. I know how to write.
38. I know how to wrestle.
39. I have caught three sharks while fishing in the Ocean.
40. I have a penis.
41. I live in a mansion.
42. I’ve never been pulled over for a speeding ticket.
43. I have a family that actually exists.
44. I am more entertaining than her!
45. The only thing that ever goes in my butt is Toilet paper and the occasional finger. You guys know how it is.
46. I have a penis.
47. I own three boats.
48. I am sane.
49. I beat Tony Field.
50. Armbar

The feed cuts and the following caption cuts in this screen.

“This segment runs the entire fifteen minutes, so we have cut this segment down for your convenience. “

The feed cuts back on and Stephen is sitting on a chair in the ring, and holding a half drank bottle of water. .

Stephen Rawlings: 950. I have a penis
951. When the aliens invade, they won’t take her because she's already touched.
952. I beat Ashton Crowley.
953. 7 deadly sins match.
954. Suplex
955. I have a penis
956. I am 42 and I still look this damn good!
957. Iron Man
958. I have talent.
959. Dog
960. I am prettier than her.
961. Hurricanrana
962. I am sane.
963. I have muscles.
964. I am faster than her

By now, the crowd has bood themselves bored, and none are really paying any attention.

Stephen Rawlings: 965. I have two healthy legs, because after tonight, she won’t.
967. Steelchair
968. I have a Healthy Back because after tonight, she won’t.
969. I have a beautiful singing voice.
970. Penguin
971. I am smarter than her.
972. I have a penis.
973. DDT
974. I’ve been in movies.
975. Leopard
976. I drive an Aston Martin
977. Hulk
978. No Vagina
979. I look good in a suit.
980-

Just then Lyric walks from the back and the crowd breaks into a huge cheer, everyone shouting her name.

Stephen Rawlings: Nu uh! I don’t think so!!!!! This is MY time… and No one can take it from me…. Guards!!!!!

Just then, two large body guards intercept Lyric. She tries to plead with them, but they force her backstage. Her glare reaches Rawlings, and the two lock eyes… She doesn’t release her glare until she disappears backstage.

Stephen Rawlings: How rude…. I can’t even have my own seg without her trying to get in on it…. Anyway? Where was I? Right… 980. I have a penis!
981. Armbar
982. I can grow facial hair
983. I have won the world championship.
984. I have a deeper voice than her.

The crowds is now booing so loud you cant hear Stephen….

He stops.

Stephen Rawlings: You know what? Fine… 1000… I have a penis! There I AM DONE… ARE YOU ALL HAPPY? Can’t let a man get his innermost thoughts out…. You guys are so impatient…

Stephen shakes his head with disgust and drops the mic on the mat. He then exits to the back and the camera fades.

Where's Your Pass?

The live feed cuts to the wrestlers entrance, where two blonde headed and slightly beefed up men are coming entering Arena Mexico. Both men have blue jeans on, while the one on the left is wearing a black t-shirt that reads "I Just Came Here to Insight an Erection" while the man on the right has on a blue t-shirt that has a drawing of a man with a meat clever and reads "You Can’t Have Manslaughter Without Laughter".

The two men turn the corner to be met by a big thick Latino security guard.

Security Guard: Passes?

Chase Deacon: We’re the new guys. Chase and Shawn Deacon.

He looks over the list.

Security Guard: Don’t see your name. Have your passes?

Shawn Deacon: Fuck. I left them in my other pants. Call your wife, they’re laying on your bedroom floor.

Security Guard: Sir, my wife is dead.

Shawn Deacon: Huh! Guess that’s why she didn’t put up a fight.

Before the doorman can react Chase finds their passes in his back pocket. He tosses them at the security guard then move on.

Chase Deacon: You think his wife’s really dead?

Shawn shrugs.

Shawn Deacon: Don’t care. Not my problem. What is our problem is we’re an hour late, Joss wanted us here an hour ago.

Chase Deacon: Not my fault. You’re the one who wouldn’t leave until the midget toss was over.

Shawn Deacon: Damn right I wasn’t leaving. You can’t find a good midget toss in the states anymore. Fucking PC cancel culture. They have to fuck everything up. So tell me again about this new company.

Chase Deacon: Uncensored TV:MA…

Shawn smiles as the show moves to the hour one main event.

Main Event Hour One
BRATS and Infierno
vs
Dolors and Haze of Payne

The hour main event was a cross promotional match with Revolucion de Lucha Mexico, in an eight person tag match. This match was very fast paced with a lot of quick tagging in and out on all sides. There also seemed to be some rare chemistry between the masked Dolor Renacido and Scarlett Payne.

The fans are it up, the nonstop action and big time, daring spots. At one point there was a false finish with El Diablo hitting Devils Gates on Dama Dolor, but the count was broken up. The finish finally came with the luchas all taken out on the outside of the ring. Lizzy hit Lux on the back of the head with a small golden object that couldn’t be made out, allowing Landon Dalmon to pin her. Scarlett tried to break the count, but Scarlett Payne was cut off by Lizzy.

[Donnie]

Setting the Trap

Everything Ends comes on the speakers and the fans start cheering as World Champion, Jason Sandman, makes his way out to the ring with daughter Brandy following closely behind. She of course has her taser in hand. They are followed out by Redemption security who receive boos from the crowd. Jason lifts his daughter up on the apron before sliding into the ring and holding the ropes so Brandy can get into the ring. As soon as she’s in, Jason let’s go of the ropes and flips off the security guards. Jason goes over and gets a microphone.

Jason Sandman: So these fucking guys have been following me around everywhere I go in Mexico. Like Redemption doesn’t trust me. Have I ever in my career done anything to make them believe I am untrustworthy. All I want to do is rid Redemption of this virus known as Christian Dement, and they think I’m gonna ruin their name. It’s time to face facts, LaChance. If I wanted Christian Dement dead or maimed I would have hired some unsavory types to have his vitals organs placed in eight different states. No this requires a delicate touch that can only be done by someone with class. So let’s just get this so-called contract bullshit done so Dement will come out of hiding. I don't want him blaming that he’s living in Big Foot’s asshole as the reason he’s not the champ. Come on, connect your feed and shed your tears.

Silvera by Gojira plays. The fans turn their attention to the ramp, expecting a surprise appearance by Christian Dement, but instead are treated to a short man in a rather expensive suit carrying a briefcase. The man is surrounded on three sides by what’s obviously big, bulky security guards. As he makes his way to the ring he signals security to get in first, getting between him and Sandman, then climbs in behind them.

Dylan Hader: Mr. Sandman, before we get into all of this, I want you to know, I’m just a lawyer. I have no vested interest in your match. I was just paid to assure this contract is signed and nothing more.

Jason Sandman: And I want you to know. I don’t give a damn who you are. You talk a bunch of shit or try to act like you better than me, my daughter will tase the literal shit out of you. She’s crafty. So why don’t we get down to business. Dement in listening distance or hiding in the shadows?

Dylan Hader: I’ve no clue where my client is. We’ve been communicating with him via FaceTime. But that’s none of my business. I just need this signed.

Dylan reaches into his briefcase and files through some papers before producing the contract, and passes it over to Sandman. Jason Sandman looks at the contract for about half a second. Sees that Dement has already put his signature down, and signs his name with a pen provided. Sandman throws the contract back to Dylan Hader.

Jason Sandman: Now that that’s taken care of there is just the issue that you are associated with that piece of shit. Sorry to say, you are just another casualty in the game of life.

The lights go out for a brief few moments. The opening riffs of Gojira’s “Silvera” start to play again. This time the words flash on the tron: Mr. Ego. Then the lights lift and Christian Dement is standing atop the ramp, his back turned with his black and white leather trench coat on, the hood up, arms extended out. The back of his coat reads “Mr. Ego”.

Sandman starts to move. As he does, a fan jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring with a baseball bat and clubs Sandman on the back of the neck with it knocking him into the ropes. Sandman grabs his neck and stumbles, turning. As he does his eyes show recognition as he realizes the fan is really Christian Dement. That’s when Sandman is hit with the NBK (bicycle kick). Dement tosses Sandman out of the ring. As Sandman starts to get up, Dement cracks him on the back of the knee with the baseball bat. Then he moves the matting, lifts up Sandman, and hits him with Third Dementia (Burning Hammer) on the exposed concrete.

Security starts to rush the ring as the crowd boos. Dement jumps the guard rail and makes a quick exit through the crowd as medical staff come out to check on Sandman.

Southern Cali Smackdown

With the match at a close, the Revolucion wrestlers have left. Landon and Lizzy Dalmon are gloating outside the ring. In the ring, Scarlett is trying to settle Lux down, who is demanding a microphone.

Lux Haze: You two seem pretty proud of yourselves, don’t you? Destroying my car last week, along with everything in it.

Scarlett is trying to control her anger as she speaks.

Scarlett Payne: Ya think ya got one over on us, but I hate ya tell ya, ya creepy, incest vibe and money does only one thing for ya. It makes ya a running joke around here! Did ya think that ANYONE would take you two seriously?!

She starts to laugh, holding her stomach .
Scarlett Payne: Take a good look in the mirror, you backwoods, wanna be Lannisters, no one and I mean NO ONE here thinks you’re anything but a running joke! Yeah, Hazy and I might have given your douchebag ride an accidental touch up but you guys went too far! Admit it, you’re ta pussy ta face us face to face, huh?

Instead of the BRATS coming out, Toby Keller steps out, looking uncomfortable as he looks down to the ring.

Toby Keller: I’m supposed to deliver a message to you.

He looks at his phone and clears his throat.

Toby Keller: I’ll paraphrase here because honestly, I don’t want to say some of this. It’s disgusting. Okay, “They can’t stand the stench of Mexico, so they refuse to be here. You guys…we’ll…I’m not saying that. The highlight though. They want a match next week, losers have to cover car damages.”

Lux stares off at Toby Keller.

Lux Haze: A week? I have to wait another week to kick the crap out of these two? What the…

Scarlett lays her hands on Lux’s shoulders, looking down into her eyes.

Scarlett Payne: Hazy, listen to your girl. Ya know why they won’t come out? Cause they know that after what they did, they’ve got one hell of a Southern Cali ass whoopin’ comin’ and they’re running like little bitches. Feel what I’m layin’ down, bro? All they’ve done is give us a whole week ta plan on exactly what we’re gonna do to em. You remember the old days? No one and I mean NO ONE could compare ta us! They wanna play dirty? Well, so can we, baby girl! We’ll show them exactly why we’re the Baddest Bitches on Block! But we gotta do this smart, yo. They want our emotions overloaded cause they think it’ll make us sloppy. What they don’t get is those same emotions just make us stronger, tougher and willing ta do whatever it takes ta win!

She slaps Lux on the shoulders, smiling.

Scarlett Payne: Ya said it best, Luxy - FUCK NICE! It’s our turn ta show em a real Southern Cali beat down feels like! Let’s put a hardcore smack down on those biatches!!

Lux Haze finally smiles and nods as the scene fades out.

We Are Legion

The screen flickered to static as it moved from the previous match. As it was returning to normal it appeared to be in a black room, where three women were standing. The two in the back stood tall as the one in front kneeled down for a moment, picking up something off the ground. The cameraman watched with all intent, as Legion flicked her hood back holding her axe. She then cackled as she nodded as the other two women walked off, as they might be needed elsewhere.

Legion: As influential as we are. We do not need Kassandra and Danae here to get the point across. That was the point of the little demonstration two weeks ago. See we are just a control spire, and they are the weapons. We tell them where to go and whom to go after and they do it.

Legion then slammed her axe into the ground looking into the camera. Her red eyes watched carefully as she paced back and forth. The cameraman had been frightened at this point, as Legion had her moment. She then picked up her axe, placing it on her shoulder.

Legion: For you Rikers Death Squad, it was a simple explanation. When you walk into a new company, you tend to go after the biggest person there, to make a name for yourselves. Then you introduce a little chaos, and magic is made and you get something like us. You get the creative puzzle that is the Hive, and the Wolves of Legion. We are just that chaotic, and sometimes we find ourselves wanting… So you two are just the first of the many casualties to come…

Legion then throws her axe into the darkness as two wolves come crawling out. One with silver eyes, one with blue eyes. Legion kneels down next to them petting both of them as she looks back up into the camera.

Legion: RDS, Redemption, welcome to our nightmare. See we are just chaos, and you are the victims. The biggest tag team in the yard and our girls will cut their teeth on you. Then who knows what will be next..

Legion laughs as the screen flickers again to static as the scene fades out.

One of One

The camera once again shifts its focus to the backstage area, where Slade is sitting and watching the show's broadcast on the nearby television. Roxy walks into frame with a tray of nachos and a beer.

Roxanne Spaulding: This isn't as bad as you make it seem, you know.

Slade: Easy for YOU to say. You're the one eating and drinking like you're at home. And where did you get beer and nachos?

Roxanne Spaulding: The concourse. It's fun to mix in with the normies from time to time.

Slade: Jesus H, Rox...

Roxanne Spaulding: What? Bobbi went with me.

Bobbi shows up with a Coke in a commemorative Redemption Wrestling cup, emblazoned with Jason Sandman and Lyric on the side, and a churro. She takes a bite, then a sip of drink.

Bobbi: Solid trip, huh, Roxy?

Roxy nods as she sips her beer.

Slade: You guys are astounding. There's perfectly good food, for free, here, and you spent money?

Roxy nods again, taking her seat between him and Bobbi.

Roxanne Spaulding: Aww, you missed us.

About that time Pandora Ravencraft, wearing a low cut black Friday the 13th tank top and green cut off shorts. She had wireless earbuds in her ears, her slightly rocking back and forth as she looks at her phone, utterly oblivious to her surroundings.

Roxy takes a huge, almost obnoxious bite of nachos, while watching the monitor. Slade, slightly exasperated, looks up and notices Pandora walking by. He also notes her lack of ring gear.

Slade: Miss Pandora?

When she doesn't look up, he realizes his mistake and rises to his feet, moving to tap her on the shoulder.

Slade: Wakey wakey, Miss Pandora...

She jumps, startled, almost ready to fight. Then she realizes it’s Slade, and backs down. Instead she gives him a big, tight hug as she talks entirely too loud.

Pandora Ravencraft: BG! Good to see ya.

She takes out her earbuds, then her tone lowers.

Pandora Ravencraft: Sorry bout that. I’ve got a crazy stalker, Belle, who likes to hunt me down wherever I am and attack me like some crazed Blood Hunter.

Slade smiles.

Slade: I've had a few people be far too interested in my affairs. Free advice? Strike first, strike hard...no mercy.

The big Texan winks, and it looks like he's been practicing because it's awkward as hell.

Slade: Couldn't help but notice you're not dressed for work. You on the sidelines this week, too? I mean, what kind of rube keeps his best players on the bench when you're in front of an international market? Sandman's not booked, I'm not, and you, too? Who DOES that?

Pandora laughs.

Pandora Ravencraft: I asked for the night off and instead of fighting, I’m going to the ring and calling out that goblin looking Laveneu. That’s what I was doing here, listening to some epic power metal to get myself in the zone for this.

Slade: You wanted time off? When I was just starting, I never wanted a break. Different strokes, though, I suppose.

As Slade is speaking, Roxy walks over, tray of nachos in hand. She crunches a chip, loudly.

Roxanne Spaulding: Hey kid. Why do you call Slade "BG"? Some sort'a pet name you got for him or something?

Pandora Ravencraft: Because he’s the Big Gun, like his music says. So BG makes perfect sense. Growing up I was a big AC/DC fan just because of old BG. Which reminds me, would it be inappropriate for me to maybe bring in my old Slade “Big Gun” shirt from PWA I’m for an autograph! If I could, that'd be so awesome. Then I could hang it up in a frame in the collector room at my house.

Slade smiles widely. Roxy just shrugs and eats another chip as she returns to her beer.

Slade: It'd be an honor, Miss Pandora. Sometimes, I forget how much of a fan you are. Then, there are other times where it smacks me in the head. And...

He looks over his shoulder at Roxy for a second.

Slade: Don't mind her. She's positive every woman here wants to take me away. I've tried to explain it to her, but... you've met her. She trusts no females but my sister.

Pandora shrugs.

Pandora Ravencraft: It’s okay. She doesn’t like anyone. I’m used to it. Can’t please em all ya know. But you should really see my collectibles room. There’s a lot of you in there. Your action figures, still in a package. Pay Per View posters for some of your matches; against Ram, NightTrain, Tony Field…I’ve even got the actual gladiator helmet you wore for your entrance against Ram at Road to Glory II.

Slade chuckles in spite of himself.

Slade: Sounds like one helluva collection. I'm beyond honored to have such a prominent place there. I bet that helmet cost a pretty penny, too. There aren't many 'one of one' collectibles of mine out there. See, I'm big on holding on to my own stuff most times. Then, when I break it out, people tend to 'ooh' and 'ahh' more, y'know?

She giggles.

Pandora Ravencraft: Truth be known, I was at that show in the audience. My pops worked security at that show, and he kinda pulled a heist on it so I could have it. Sorry.

Slade: That was you? I kicked the crap out of a lot of security guys over that...

He laughs again.

Slade: At least it went to a good cause and not on eBay or whatever. So, yeah. I definitely wouldn't mind strolling down Memory Lane with ya one time, Miss Pandora. And take my advice: if that Arebelle lady is giving you shit, nip that in the bud before she ruins something big for you. You're a good kid. Don't let anything derail that.

He smiles warmly at the rookie and does something wildly out of character for him: he opens his arms for a hug.

Pandora smiles and rushes him for a big hug, her head barely reaching his chest.

Pandora Ravencraft: I knew I’d make you a hugger.

Slade: You and Scar broke me down, okay? It's gotta be those damned doe eyes. It's like it's a science for y'all.

He laughs again, seemingly truly happy for the first time tonight.

Slade: If you ever get in a real tough spot, gimme a call. I'll fly with ya. I know I'm just an old head, but there's still some miles on the tires here.

He manages to extricate himself from Pandora's crushing embrace.

Slade: Be safe out there tonight. It's like us Smiths say: "Come back with your shield..."

Bobbi chimes in from across the room, saluting with her drink cup.

Bobbi: "Or on it!"

Slade grins. She gives him a playful smack on the arm.

Pandora Ravencraft: You be careful, too. That Draco Malfoy guy has it out for you.

She puts on her earbuds and starts to sing.

Pandora Ravencraft: Voices are calling from, somewhere below. Melting on the eastern shore. Rain is falling down on me, Been waiting for eternity...I'll be there! Freedom for us all!

As she leaves, Slade smirks to himself.

Slade: What a good kid.

Bobbi Nods and smiles as Slade approaches,

Bobbi: She seems nice enough.

Roxy just crunches the last of her nachos with great angst, downing her beer.

Roxanne Spaulding: I need another beer.

The camera fades to black as Roxy unceremoniously excuses herself to the concourse again.

Slade: So jealous, that one...

Really?

"Spoiled" Summer Page is in the ring with a microphone in her hand as the crowd is booing her presence. Summer looks around at the fans with an ambivalent look on her face.

"Spoiled" Summer Page: Really? Honestly you marks can’t be serious to think I care about what the less fortunate has to say much less think? You are all here to see me. I am the star that you are here to see. So who are actually the losers? That’s right. All of you!

Summer chuckles.

"Spoiled" Summer Page: Like I told the wrestling world last week, I am here for that pretty Redemption Lightweight title that is being devalued every second it is in the possession of that grungy hobo, Rosie Sinn. Hey there, girl. (Summer mockingly waves) I’ll be seeing you soon. Now for tonight, this girl who has a difficult time properly pronouncing names is lucky enough to step into the ring with me. Azurine, you are coming into this match thinking this is a dream but when I am done with you that you’ll be living a nightmare because when it comes down to it. I always get what I want, when I want because there is no other option.

Azurine Vebbins vs Summer Page

Summer Page was up next with her debut match against Azurine Vebbins. Vebbins worked the crowd well, really playing them up and getting a good reaction with her dancing and chanting. Page didn’t take kindly to the crowd interaction and attacked her from behind. This got the match kicked off. After that she kept control for the early part of the match.

In the closing moments, Vebbins posted a comeback that got the crowd lit up. She motioned for her finish, the Pearly Gatekeeper, when suddenly Page yelled out and stumbled, grabbing her knee. The referee stopped Vebbins as she checked on the knee. Page then slid by the referee as Vebbins turned away, and rolled her up from behind. She put her feet on the ropes for leverage, but the referee never noticed and made the three count to give Page a win in her debut.

[Donnie]

Gratitude

Chance Field is standing backstage with Suzy Donnelly. The second generation wrestler, who is usually accompanied by his muscle, Ares Bones, is instead standing with his fiancé, Lily Marx.

Suzy Donnelly: I’m here with Chance Field who…

Chance interrupts.

Chance Field: Did you hear the news? Did you? Apparently my words of inspiration last week lit a fire under Fat Ass Jack's ass, because apparently he didn’t show up this week because he’s in some kind of fat camp for struggling athletes. I mean, it’s not quite what I had in mind, I was more about the bulimia route. I mean who are we kidding, Jack can’t say no to food.

Suzy Donnelly: What if he makes weight? Because it seems like you’ve been dodging a match with Hungry Jack.

Chance Field: He won’t make weight.

Suzy Donnelly: But what if…

Chance cuts her off.

Chance Field: Don’t ask stupid questions. Are you really this big of a moron? First, you’re talking to me, not just a Field, but THE legitimate son of Tony Field. You don’t question my answers. You understand me? Instead, ask me what I plan to do when he doesn’t make weight.

Suzy grumbles to herself then asks him.

Suzy Donnelly: What do you plan to do when Hungry Jack doesn’t make weight?

Chance Field: Now that’s a great question. I mean, out of the kindness of my heart, I put my spot at FightFest, one of the three biggest shows of the year, at risk for the sake of Hungry Jack. So yes, after we find out next week he didn’t make weight, I won’t be wrestling. But that’s no reason to be upset, because the face of not just Redemption, but wrestling will still grace everyone with his presence in some way, shape, or form. Besides, I have big plans coming very soon.

Suzy Donnelly: What kind of plans would that be?

Chance Field: Let’s just say that Sandman’s not the only belt holder here whose reign is illegitimate. That’s something I need to rectify real soon. Now we’re done. Next time, have better questions.

Lily grabs her hand and moves the mic toward her.

Lily Marx: And next time, try not to drool when you look at him. It’s insulting.

Done With You

The feed cuts to the back hallways of the Arena Mexico where the talent is being temporarily housed. From out of frame, the body of one of the Nameless is thrown viciously up against the concrete wall. His body lies motionless and crumpled, sorrowful moans are heard as he grips the back of his head in pain. The unknown Nameless finally rips the silver mask from his face, revealing none other than Lucky’s brother, Damien. His eyes are alight with fury and agony as he stares at the figures just off screen.

Damien: (spitting blood and wipes his mouth) Is that the best you’ve got?! You’re pathetic compared to Drake! He’s going to destroy you and your little bitch too!

A gleefully feminine laugh is heard just as the White Reaper, Jinx, steps into frame. The High Priestess is adorned in a form fitting blue-black bustier that accentuates her mounds and deep cleavage along with her minuscule waist line. Her diaphanous skirt, matching the blue-black with silver pentacles scattered throughout flows elegantly to her bare feet . Her white blonde hair is braided and elegantly twisted atop her head, accented by the onyx and sapphire crown wrapped around it. With her white face paint and black, heart-shaped lips only broken up by the black teardrop falling from the corner of her eyes.

She takes her blue-black satin gloved hand and cups Damien’s face cruelly.

Jinx: Bitch? Bitch?! You dare insult the only woman that could possibly save your sorry excuse for an existence!

Damien laughs, not believing a word she said.

Damien: You’re damn right, bitch! Admit it, you’ve got absolutely no intention of sparing me, do you?! I’m just a pawn to be sacrificed once you get what you want! But you didn’t consider what you yourself awakened!

Jinx smiles sadistically, gripping him tighter.

Jinx: You pathetic little worm, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve foreseen it all and it’s playing out exactly as I have seen it. You’re right. You’re a pawn in a much more complex game. You are my sacrifice, your only service is kneeling at my feet, drawing your brother into my web, and bringing out the ultimate evil.

She pushes his face away, letting him know he’s no longer worth her time. She turns to the man standing just out of frame and smiles. Heavy footsteps herald the coming of the monster, Bael. Standing just shy of seven feet tall, the only Heavyweight champion is intimidating dressed all in black leather - his pants have only a red upside down cross painted down the legs, his massive chest and shoulders only covered by his black, red and cream patchwork vest. His long dirty blonde dreads are pulled back away from his face, a sneer on his lips as he looks down at Damien. When he turns, the words “God Killer” are scripted across the back.

Bael lays his size 16 boot across Damien’s throat, laughing as he does.

Bael: You dare speak to your High Priestess like that?! She has been benevolent in her treatment of you because of your usefulness. Yet you deign to disrespect her, your false bravado is nothing but a last gasp in order to prove to your brother that you’re worth the hell he’s been through. The sad truth is you came begging the Reaper for salvation, for sanctuary from him - all because you were too weak to stand up against him. So tired of his abuse, so willing to sign everything you own over to her.

He removes his boot, allowing Damien to catch his breath.

Bael: Now you have one option. Only one, Damien. You will get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness for your disrespect. Then you’ll beg your God for mercy. Those are the only options, Damien. Otherwise…I believe you know the alternative, don’t you? The alternative is I will completely and utterly destroy you. I will make sure that you’re in no shape to walk again, much less try to help that worthless brother of yours.

Jinx leans in and smiles.

Jinx: Time’s a wastin’, Damien. It’s not a hard choice but my friend here isn’t exactly the patient type. So tick tock, times running out. What’s it gonna be?

Damien gives them both a blood-tinted smile.

Damien: Go to hell. Both of you. I’ll be sure to meet you there.

Damien spits a glob of blood at their feet in defiance. Jinx looks up at Bael with glee.

Jinx: If you will…

Damien just smirks before picking up Damien’s beaten but defiant form and takes his head and rams it into the concrete wall - once, twice, three times before letting him fall. He looks to Jinx , who nods her head, understanding what he intends to do. Bael lifts Damien up on his shoulders and executes a picture perfect F-10, making sure his head hits the concrete wall in one last devastating blow. Damien crumbles in a heap and Jinx leans over him.

Jinx: You served your purpose and now I have no use for you any longer. Give Drake our regards - when you wake up, that is.

She motions for Bael to come with her, making sure he doesn’t inflict more damage than necessary as the scene fades out.

Arley Kirk vs Jake Mason

This was a show stealing match as both Mason and Kirk seemed determined to pick up a win over the other. They traded shots back and forth for the entirety of the match, with neither wrestler really able to establish any kind of dominance over the other one. Arley Kirk managed at one point to hit an AK-95 (Cartwheel cravate driver) on Mason, but they were outside the ring and by the time AK got him back in, he was able to kick out.

The finish to the match came when AK went for a Kirk the bucket! (Springing superkick), but Mason managed to side step it and counter with a big clothesline. He followed that up with Prophecy Fulfilled (Rainmaker) to finish out the match with a win.

[Donnie]

Challenge

“Through Fire and Flame” begins playing and the fans in Mexico City go nuts as Pandora Ravencraft runs to the ramp, hoping up and down in excitement. She then runs down one side of the ramp, slapping hands with fans the whole way before sliding under the bottom rope and going to the corner and jumping to the middle turnbuckle as she waves her right hand in the air back and forth. As the crowd roars she hops back to mat and picks up a microphone.

Pandora Ravencraft: You know what, I’d never been to Mexico before this trip. I kinda like it here.

The crowd cheers.

Pandora Ravencraft: As I’m sure you’ve all seen in my short time here, I like to show up, hang with my friends, roll with the punches, and win a few matches. I think I’ve done a pretty good job of entertaining all of you while I’ve also fared pretty dang good in the ring. There’s been someone trying to rain on my parade though. Belle Laveneau.

The crowd shifts from cheers to jeers at the mention of Laveneau.

Pandora Ravencraft: I know, right? She’s like that player at the table who doesn’t want to give the other character their moments, and hogs all the good role playing opportunities to really develop. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying. To be honest, it down right pisses me off. It’s time we end it. So Bella, I know you’re back there somewhere listening. Why not come out here and have a little pow-wow with me?

The lights go down and “State of My Head” by Shinedown kicks up over the loud speakers and a series of blue lights go off. When the lights come back up, Belle is standing at the top of the ramp and she is shooting arrows right through Pandora as she walks down to the ring. Reaching for a microphone, Belle rolls under the bottom rope and gets to her feet. The six foot one inch tall star stands in front of Pandora for a minute and looks her up and down and then begins to pace.

Belle: I’m here what do you want Pandora?

Belle practically spits the name out of her mouth as she stops for a moment to glare again before leaning up against the corner of the ring. Pandora tries to speak but Belle cuts her off and the crowd boos.

Belle: Like I care what you think!

Belle yells into the microphone and draws jeers from the crowd.

Pandora: Let me speak! I don’t know what your malfunction is with me but I’ve had enough of it! You cost me the Dominion belt! Why?

Belle: I cost you that belt because you don’t deserve it! You goof around and show absolutely no respect for the business. All of this is just some big version of WarCraft to you!

Pandora Ravecraft: If I didn’t deserve it, I would have lost on my own accord. You know what I think? These fans love me, just listen to them!

The crowd starts to chant “Pandora” over and over as she stands there and enjoys the adulation while Belle seethes.

Pandora Ravencraft: And I think they hate you about as much as an Ice Wraith hates fire.

This triggers the crowd to start “Belle Sucks” chants.

Pandora Ravencraft: So what I want is to end this at FightFest, me and you, in this ring.

Belle’s eyes narrow as the crowd chants “Belle Sucks”

Belle: You’re on Pandora! At FightFest, I’m going to smack you around from ring post to ring post and beat some respect into you!

The two stand there, staring at each other as the scene cuts away.

Watching From Afar

"Enforcer" Anthony Cross is sitting in a chair on a balcony of his Villa del Arco Beach Resort & Spa suite that is looking over the ocean. He has a glass of Tequila in front of him on the table with the Redemption Dominion title belt perched on the table next to the glass of Tequila.


"Enforcer" Anthony Cross: While the rest of the crew is doing battle in Mexico City tonight I figured why not take a little rest and relaxation in Cabo with my wife and yes I did bring the Dominion title belt with us to Cabo because why not? Now last week we saw my tag team partner, Trixie, and I pick up a win over Emily Simms and her partner that I think Emily referred to as Erik. Don’t quote me on that though but you all say me pin Erik to pick up the victory while the two former friends battle throughout the arena.


Anthony raises his glass of and toasts Trixie and Emily fighting last week. He drinks some of the Tequila and sets the glass back on the table in front of him. He sets his right hand on the Dominion title belt.


"Enforcer" Anthony Cross: It must be meant to be with Emily becoming the number one contender to our championship considering the long storied history she has with Trixie. Will you be able to stay focused on obtaining this title belt while battling Trixie again, Emily? Remaining objective in an emotional situation can be quite daunting. Are you able to turn your emotions off when it counts. I don’t know but what I do know that since Trixie is my co champion and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that Trixie has her head in the game so either of us will retain our title.

Main Event
Bael and Stephen Rawlings vs The Madness

The main event featured the team of Lyric and Drake against the undefeated Bael and Stephen Rawlings. Bael started the match against Drake. Just as the referee rang the bell, Drake tackled Bael to the ground and started to bite and punch him. Once he was pulled away, he and Lyric used the strategy of tagging in and out quickly so they could keep a series of double team moves on the monster, Bael.

Eventually Bael caught both of them by the throat and hit a double choke slam. Then he took control over Lyric. Once he backed up toward the corner, Rawlings tagged himself in, and went right for the knee of Lyric. And so the match went that anytime Lyric was in the ring, Rawlings would tag himself in and try to injure the knee of Lyric. When Drake would get tagged in, Rawlings would tag Bael in.

As the match started to come to an end, Bael and Drake were brawling in the crowd with the referee out. As this went on, Rawlings had grabbed a lead pipe from under the ring apron and was about completely take out Lyric’s knee when Noah Field ran down the ramp and took the pipe from Rawlings. Rawlings, argued with him, and eventually slapped Noah across the face. I’m response, Noah hit Field Envy (Double underhook facebuster/Pedigree) on Rawlings. Then he dropped from the ring and rolled the referee up as he shook him to revive him. Lyric made the cover and the referee counted three for The Madness to pick up the win.

Outside the ring, just as Bael turns to see what’s happening as the bell rings, Drake kicks him in the groin then hits him with Violent by Design (double underhook piledriver) on to a steel chair laying down at ringside to take out Bael as the show fades to black.

Hold the credits

Everything cuts to the outside of the arena as Jason Sandman is having a standoff with Redemption security and Mexico City police. Jason Sandman’s head is bandaged from the chair shots he took from a Christian Dement. Security and police have made a barrier preventing Sandman from reentering the building.

Jason Sandman: Theresa you fucking bitch. Get out here and talk to me or let me in the building so I can talk to you. You fucking let that asshole in your building to attack me. You’ve had security on me all week so I didn’t find out about it. That’s cool though because next week I won’t come in your building. I am going to get in nice and early and wait. I’m going to park my truck at the opening of the parking lot and any car I don’t know I’m going to put everyone out until I figure out which one Christian Dement is in. You keep saying you enjoy the well thought out mindset I’ve had lately. Well you shouldn’t have let him attack me because Daddy’s back and I don’t give a fuck how much this costs you. Christian Dement’s soul belongs to me next week. Enjoy your ratings, bitch.