Salvation 162 (07.25.21)

[Donnie]

Preshow

Summer Page vs Willow
Summer Page made quick work of Willow and made her tap out with Perfect 10.

Eddie Money vs Emily Simms
A solid back and forth match. The ending saw Simms hit a low blow and roll Money up using the tights.

Cross Delaney vs Lyric
A competitive match that saw Lyric win with the Wheel of Fortune and get the pin.

Ares Bones vs Rosie Sinn

Ares came to the ring with Mercy Payne at his side, while Rosie came to the ring with Pandora Ravencraft at hers. This match got kicked off the second the bell rang, with Rosie running right at Ares and unloading a series of punches. She took control with her brawling skills she doesn’t always show, but eventually Ares power game became and equalizer as he used his superior size to take a command of the match. As the match progressed, and Ares wore down Rosie, the crowd started to chant “Queen of Punk” over and over, inciting a burst from Rosie as she posted a comeback to the roar of the crowd.

As the match neared the end, Mercy tried to get involved in the match by grabbing a chair she was about to slide in the ring, only to have Pandora pull it out of her hand. As this happened, with the referee distracted by it, Ares grabbed a slapjack and swung it at Rosie, but Rosie moved and then countered with a backflip kick. Then she hit Liberty Spike (straight jacket double knee breaker) and pinned Ares to pick up the win.

After the match, Mercy clotheslined Pandora, then slid into the ring and started to brawl with Rosie until the officials and security filled the ring and separated the two.

[Donnie]

Superiority Complex

Suzie Donnelly is standing next to “Spoiled” Summer Page who is still in her wrestling gear.

Suzie Donnelly:Summer, impressive showing tonight.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:Did you see that, Suzie? My showing tonight was pure perfection like everything else I say and do.

Suzie Donnelly:After your im…

“Spoiled” Summer Page:Let me stop you right there, Suzie.

Suzie rolls her eyes after being interrupted by Summer.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:I’ve already stated that I have come to Redemption for that pretty little Lightweight championship that is in desperate need of an elite and classy champion. But I also came here to dispose of the trashy miscreants that fill up the Redemption roster.

Suzie Donnelly:Like who?

“Spoiled” Summer Page:Oh please, girl. Like you don’t know. Are you like dumb, naive, or maybe even both?

Suzie Donnelly:Not even a little bit.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:Then you already know that I am the true talent of Redemption. All those undeserving trash know who they are like we both know and like I have already stated that I will dispose of them.

Summer walks away from Suzie who has an annoyed look on her face.

Losing Sanity

The camera switches from Summer Page to the exterior of the MGM Grand Casino Hotel and Resort, in the moments before the broadcast will start filming. The focus zooms in tight on the pairing of Roxanne Spaulding and Slade as they approach the talent entrance.

Roxanne Spaulding: Vegas, baby!

Slade smiles.

Slade: It is good to be back in the States, is it not?

Roxy grins and wraps her arms around his waist.

Roxanne Spaulding: I fuckin' love Vegas.

Slade: Looks like someone here's not so fond of something.

He nods in the direction of Jason Sandman, who is posted up by the entry like a security guard.

Slade: Wonder what bee's in his bonnet...

Roxanne Spaulding: That man has an entire hive in his bonnet. And it's not that bad a look on him. I remember you having a look in your eyes just like that, once...

The pair walk closer, approaching with caution.

Slade: Danger Man.

Roxanne Spaulding: Hey Jason. How's tricks?

Jason Sandman doesn’t even look at his best friend and Roxy. He just continues to stare down the driveway.

Jason Sandman: Where are they keeping him? Did they have him sleep here last night? Where the fuck is Christian Dement? Where is he, John?

Jason Sandman looks over at Slade and Roxy.

Jason Sandman: I know he’s not in there with you. You two wouldn’t do that to me. But I need answers. Where is Christian Dement?

Slade looks concerned for his friend, Roxy, however, knows what's up.

Roxanne Spaulding: We don't know, Jason, but if we see that sumbitch, we'll drag his ass out here to you.

Slade: Look, I know how this can be, but you can't let this swallow you up again. Remember how long it took you to come back from your "Angel of Death" persona?

Roxanne Spaulding: Don't listen to him. If anything, you need to go DEEPER into that anger and become the killing MACHINE we all know and fear. THAT'S going to get you the respect you want.

Slade looks at Roxy in utter amazement. Jason looks at both of them with a different look in eyes. Confusion now clouds his eyes.

Jason Sandman: I can give in right now and I will know where his soul resides instantly. I will have the power to control his mind. I will know his secrets and exploit every single one of them. I will be able to hurt him without fear of permanent damage to myself. I could end his life with a single touch. I could fuck his corpse all the way down to hades, and never feel regret. I could do all this….but I promised Brandy never again. I promised Brandy.

Sandman seems to snap out of his confusion.

Jason Sandman: So now I wait. I will find that son of a bitch and I will beat him with anything I can find. I will wear his blood on my skin, and I will bury the decisions I made in my mind so they can come back to haunt me, but I will keep my promise to Brandy. I won’t become Death again. I won’t get lost.

Slade: Oh thank God.

Roxy looks a little crestfallen, but offers a sadistic smile.

Roxanne Spaulding: We'll help look for him. And when we find him--and we WILL find him--you take him apart. No more Mr. Nice Guy, fan-friendly bullshit Jason Sandman. You are one half of the motherfucking Wrecking Crew. SHOW. THEM. WHY.

Slade: Wow, Rox... where's the motivational speeches for me like that?

Roxy turns and looks up at Slade.

Roxanne Spaulding: When you need one? It'll be there. It's Jason's turn now.

Jason Sandman: When the time comes, there will be nothing left of Dement for the morgue to claim. Now go. I need this time to think. If you find Brandy in there, keep her from getting arrested.

Slade just shakes his head in amazement.

Slade: Take care of yourself, Danger Man.

Roxanne Spaulding: We'll watch out for Brandy for you.

As the two leave Jason to his vigilance, the camera follows Slade and Roxy driving off.

Slade: That is one tortured soul... Dement'll be lucky to survive this night.

The camera goes back to Jason Sandman who seems to be staring off into nothingness.

Jason Sandman: Mors non est finis. Ego sum.

The scene fades out with those words.

Fifteen Minutes of Rawlings

Champion" by Grinspoon begins to play through the arena speakers and the crowd instantly breaks into a unanimous boo as Stephen Rawlings walks out with his usual smirk.

He holds a microphone in his hand.

Stephen Rawlings: Welcome all you fine gamblers of Las Vegas. I'm sure many of you are making lots of bets tonight... hell some of you are making bets on whether I will come out here tonight with another list of reasons I'm better than Lyric... And though I know I could come up with aa 1000 more reasons why I am so much much better than her, next week is the night I will finally prove to her how bad she really is... How delusional she has been. How over rated she is. And next week I get to remind all of you selfish ingrates how amazing I am. I get to remind you why I am called the greatest wrestler to ever grace the ring here in Redemption. But that's next week. This week I want to premiere a short play I wrote entitled "Preview for my match against Lyric: Noah Field is a knob. " So without further ado, let me introduce you to our actors... Coming out first playing the rule of Lyric, weighing like 98 pounds just in cum, a prostitute I met at Siegel Slots and Suites... Karma!

A 60 year old woman with ginormous breasts walks out. She wears a pink crop top, and a wrinkled disgusting beer belly stick out of the bottom of the shirt. She wears a skirt that is almost too short and you can see part of her wrinkled ass cheeks. Her face looks like it was beat repeatedly with a wiffle ball bat, and then another face was painted over top of it.

Karma: I'm getting paid for this right.

Stephen Rawlings: Double your hourly rate.

Karma: Good... My grandson pimp didn't like very much having to wait in the locker room.

She makes her way to the ring.

Stephen Rawlings: And next... Playing the role of Noah Field..... Americas hero.... Americas's porn star.... RON JEREMY!!!!!!

Ron Jeremey walks out, looking as greasy and disgusting as ever.

Ron: Hey Stephen, nice to see you again.

They shakes hands and he walks to the ring.

Stephen Rawlings: And.... As much I wanted the Rock to play me, he was busy today.... and there is no one else who can represent the perfection that I am, so I will be playing myself.

He walks to the ring and climbs in. A little person wearing a refs shirt slides into the ring.

Stephen Rawlings: And Ralph here, playing the ref...

The crowd annoyingly boos.

Ralph motions for the bell to ring, and the bell ringer looks around, shrugs, and rings the bell.

Karma: I am Lyric and I am crazy.... No.... I am Bozo the clown... No sorry... I am Hilary Clinton... No... I am a demon... ROAR! I am going to tear your limbs off and feed them to my gold fish!

Ron Jeremy: Hey now.... No low blows... Let's make this a fair match.... For my huge penis!

Stephen hops quickly around his corner of the ring in prep.

Stephen Rawlings: Bring it bitch!

Karma slowly makes her way over to Rawlings and hits him with a huge phantom punch which causes Stephen to jump backwards 5 feet into the ropes. He grabs hold, jumps up to the top and leaps off landing near Karma on his feet. Karma pretends like she is hit, and lets out a sound like it is a fake orgasm and then falls to the mat.

Ron struggles to climb into the ring and then slowly uses the ropes to stand up. He catches his breath and then stumbles over to Rawlings.

Ron Jeremy: I'm Noah field and I am the most famous bastard in the world.

Stephen Rawlings: Fuck you Noah! Jon snow is way more famous then you!

Ron breaks character:

Ron Jeremy: Yeah, but Jon wasn't really bastard though was he?

Stephen Rawlings: Come on Ron... Follow the script. I know your not used to that when all your scripts said were "fuck the blonde with your hideous looking cock"... But you've been in movies! You were great in Orgasmo.

Ron Jeremy: Hey thanks man. That movie was a lot of fun.

Stephen Rawlings: Ron...

Ron Jeremy: Oh, right.... My dad was better than I could ever dream. I cry myself to sleep wishing I was one fifth of the talent he was.

Stephen Rawlings: But your dad has very little talent of his own other than being able to shit out of his mouth. Are you saying that you wish you had any talent at all... Awe... You poor boy... Anyway... What do you want... I am in the middle of a match...

Ron Jeremy: Yes, but I am a a prick and I can't allow you to have a fair match... it's like not allowed in Redemption to let you succeed. Kind of similar to the way the NFL is with the Detroit lions.

Stephen Rawlings: Naw... Thats just the fords holding them back... Redemption though can suck my balls... Get out of the ring... This is MY moment to shine... not yours... You don't even work here. Go back to shining your daddys shoes and Go act in fast 10 or something. Leave this wrestling stuff for people with personality and ability.

Ron Jeremy: Man.. I'd love to be in the next Fast movie. You know how much money those movies make?

Stephen Rawlings: Ron!

Karma: is it my line yet?

Stephen Rawlings: No!

Karma: Oh OK.... Let me know when it's my turn.

Stephen Rawlings: get out of the Ring Noah before I enforce you out!

The crowd boos at that horrible line.

Ron walks closer to Stephen.

Stephen hits Ron with three HUGE phantom punches. Ron reacts incredibly late to them as he jerks from the first two, and then slowly turns around and then falls down into the corner.

Stephen stands there and shakes his head. he then shrugs.

Stephen Rawlings: Still better than what Noah could do both in the ring and on screen.

He turns back to Karma and walks over to her. he stomps her stomach with two phantom kicks and Karma reacts with another fake orgasm. He continues to phantom stomp her.

Stephen Rawlings: This ones for you.... This one is for that first "demon" that likes bbq sauce... And this one is for that demon abernathy or whatever the fuck you call it.... And this is for being a bitch! And this is because I like doing this!

He stops the phantom kicks, but Karma just lays there.

Stephen Rawlings: Karma... It's your line!

Karma: Oh Right! "I'm GOING TO EAT YOU, You SExxxy man!"

She tries to get up, but can't so Stephen helps her to her feet. Ron has also made it to his feet and runs in, and Stephen turns around and clotheslines Ron for real. He then turns around and Karma phantom punches Stephen, but Stephen acts like the dodged. Confused, she tries again, and again he "Dodges" it. Stephen then reaches out and accidentally punches Karma for real. She crumbles to the ground.

Stephen looks down at the ground.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh Shit...

Ron struggles to his feet as quick as he can.

Ron Jeremy: What the hell man?

Ron shoves Stephen.

Stephen shoves back. Ron swings and Rawlings and punches him in the chest. Stephen grabs his chest and then tackles Ron the ground. He then picks Ron up and suplexes him. Ron hits the mat and then rolls into Karma who is still on the ground herself.

Suddenly a scrawny white kid of about 20 or 21 wearing a muscle shirt and a large golden ring on his hand runs out from the back.

Stephen Rawlings: Wait... That's the pimp? It really is her grandson.

The Pimp makes his way into the ring.

Pimp: hey mother fucker... What did you do to my grandma?

Stephen Rawlings starts to snigger.

Pimp: Are you laughing at what you just did to her?

Stephen Rawlings: No... I'm laughing at you! You call yourself a pimp? I bet you can't even bitch slap right.

The pimp slaps Rawlings in the face, and Stephen stops laughing. He turns his head back to the kid, with a straight face.

Stephen Rawlings: Thats not a pimp slap.... This is a fucking pimp slap you maggot!

Stephen swings his right hands and connects with a strong back handed slap across the kids face, hitting him so hard the kid stumbles back into the rings.

Stephen Rawlings: If you're going to work in this city you gotta be a little tougher. This is is sin city man.

Stephen kicks him in the face, and the crowds boos begin to grow.

He climbs to the top rope, and waits for the kid to stand up. He then leaps into the ring, and connects with a hurricerana, flipping the kid into the middle of the ring on top of Ron.

Stephen Rawlings: Get a new line of work buddy. You didn't even cause me to break a sweat!

The kid tries to get up.

Pimp: You think I'm dumb enough to run this business alone? I brought my cousins with me.

Suddenly the crowd pops as three much larger men in their 20s start to walk down to the ring. 1 carries a bat, and the other two crack their knuckles...

Stephen Rawlings: And Scene.... Thank you good night!

Stephen slips out of the ring and leaps into the audience who starts throwing food and beer on him. The cousins stop and discuss.... One goes after Stephen and the other two check on the people in the ring. Stephen has disappeared but the crowd points out that he is hiding. The cousin makes his way through the crowd. Stephen leaps down into the exit way for the section and disappears. The cousin starts his pursuit but the crowd around him cheers him on. The camera then fades.

Lentamente estoy asando vivo a tu héroe

A groan rises in the audience when the arena lights buzz and hum suspiciously before flickering a few times and shutting off altogether.

J.J Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, I think we're having some issues with the power in the arena here tonight, and I'm pretty sure you all know why.

Strangely, the Tron and the P.A is still working. A pre taped scene pops up, and the crowd showers Suicida with BOOOOs as she appears in a locker room. The face behind that mask seems to find something incredibly amusing as the overhead lighting flickers menacingly.

Suicida: Hola coños.

J.J Adams: They ain't gonna subtitle that one, folks.

The crowd members who know what she said sure give her hell, though. Suicida paces forward before she cannot contain her husky, cruel laughter any longer. Throwing her head back, Sui points right at the crowd who is booing her and bursts into laughter.

Suicida: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..

Suicida unnerves the crowd with the brief flickers of electricity escaping her fingertips while she laughs.

J.J Adams: You probably don't want to know what Suicida finds so hilarious, but she's about to tell us.

Suicida: ¡No es que no esté tratando de advertir a todos sobre mí! ¡Idiotas siguen ignorando todas las señales de advertencia obvias! ¿Debería siempre extender la mano para tocar un banco recién pintado para asegurarse de que la pintura esté húmeda? ¿Qué eres, estúpido?

(It's not like I'm not trying to warn everyone about me! Idiots keep ignoring all the obvious warning signs! Should you always reach out to touch a freshly painted bench to make sure the paint is wet? Are you stupid?)

The crowd falls silent as they listen to what the fearsome has to say in pitch black darkness.

Suicida: Eres una tonta sin comparación, Azurine Vebbins. Es elemental, en este punto. Eres una estúpida ama de casa, después de todo.

(You're an unparalleled fool, Azurine Vebbins. It's elementary, at this point. You are a stupid housewife, after all.)

The crowd returns to BOOOing heavily as Sui insults one of Redemption's favorites.

Suicida: Simplemente te reduje a una estúpida ama de casa temblorosa, gritando y chisporroteando frente a espectadores horrorizados. Te lo advertí, Vebbins. ¡Advertí a todos los que estaban viendo esto! Te romperé como ningún otro. Esto no es un juego. ¿Cada uno de ustedes, cretinos en redención? Freíré mi camino hasta la cima. Los destruiré a todos y cada uno de ustedes hasta alcanzarlos a todos. ¡Incluso tus árbitros absolutamente patéticos! Pero aún no he terminado con el ama de casa…)


(I simply reduced you to a stupid housewife twitching, screaming and sizzling in front of the horrified onlookers. I warned you, Vebbins. I warned everyone who was watching this! I'll break you like no other This is not a game. Each one of you cretins in redemption? I will fry my way to the top. I will destroy each and every one of you until I reach you all. Even your absolutely pathetic referees! But I'm not done with the housewife yet…)

Another evil cackle erupts from Sui as another raucous BOO erupts from the crowd.

Suicida: Más concretamente, ¡Vebbibs aún no ha terminado! Soy…

(More to the point, Vebbins is not done yet! I am…)

The locker room door suddenly bursts open, and further BOOOs erupt as Mercy Payne storms into the room. The scowl upon Mercy's face tells the fans that she isn't overly happy, though at the same time, Mercy is weirdly calm.

Mercy Payne: Perra, necesitas calmarte.

(Bitch, you need to calm down.)

Strangely, Mercy gently places a hand on Sui's shoulder and is able to force her to take a seat on the bench. Sui looks up at Mercy and then lowers her eyes. The crowd is shocked that Mercy now seems to have a degree of control over this out of control creature.

Suicida: ¿Qué es esto? ¿Qué diablos quieres?

(What is this? What the hell do you want?)

As Sui speaks, the lighting rig above Mercy's head flickers and hums dangerously. Mercy laughs. It's a laugh which starts off as a low, contented purr, and yet it escalates to the point of being a full on evil cackle.

Suicida: Señora, creo que es usted quien necesita calmarse! ¡Ahora dime! ¿Por qué estás aquí? ¿Que quieres de mi?

(Lady, I think that it is you who needs to calm down. Now tell me! Why are you here? What do you want from me?)

Mercy quickly shuffles out of the way as Sui furrows her brow. Suddenly, the fluorescent lighting fixture above explodes with a cascade of sparks, and the fans in the arena let out a sigh of relief as the lights come back on and this scene fades to black, returning them to business as usual.

J.J Adams: There's plenty in that video package to be concerned and worried about, folks. But still. The show must go on!

Cattle Drive Crew vs Parental Advisory

Parental Advisory (Shawn and Chase Deacon) started things off playing rock, paper, scissors with each other to determine who went first. After four straight ties, Boomer Johnson and Ryan Samuels made the choice for them, attacking both and tossing Shawn out of the ring. They then isolated Chase as they worked quick tags and tried to wear him down. This went for a while, then Chase made the hot tag and Shawn came in and cleaned house. After that, things became a bit more balanced, with the Deacon brothers using their identical twin advantage to not make tags, just to switch in at will when the referee wasn’t looking their direction.

The finish saw Shawn and Deacon hit Dirty Sanchez (double spinning back fist) on Ryan Samuels (who wasn’t the legal man) then follow it up with a Killing Joke (spinebuster/clothesline comb) on Boomer Johnson to finish him off and get the pin.

After the match, Chase and Shawn said something to one another and laughed. Then they took the ropes of Cattle Drive Crew that they bring to the ring with them. As both were getting up, they were levelled with the cowbell. Then they used Cattle Drive Crews ropes to hog tie Boomer, and then used the other to wrap around neck of Ryan, tied the other end to the top rope, then pushed him out of the ring, more or less hanging. Ryan grabbed the bottom rope and gasped for air as Chase and Shawn laughed and walked up the ramp. As they did this, security and medical staff rushed out and cut him down and tended to him.

[Donnie]

Getting What You Deserved

The camera cuts to the private locker room of the B.R.A.T.S. where they are getting ready for their big main event match tonight.

Landon: I'm not sure what those trashy bitches are trying to accomplish. If they were smart they would have just accepted defeat and been done with it. They should know that no one really beats The Dalmons.

His sister gives him a smile.

Lizzy: That would be smart brother, but they don't look like they are very intelligent. I mean anyone with a half a brain knows you don't mess with us.

This seems to rile her brother up a bit.

Landon: They seem to forget they started this whole thing. Are we just supposed to accept vandalism?

Lizzy: Of course not my dearest brother. But, we all know what this is really about…

Landon: Jealousy?

Lizzy: Jealousy! It's not our fault they aren't us. They envy how close we are. They try to put us down. They don't seem to understand that we don't care what others think of us. When you're a Dalmon no one else matters.

Landon: When we beat them tonight they're going to learn from their mistake. Having to pay to fix my beautiful car is going to bankrupt them.

He starts to get a smile of his own on his face.

Lizzy: It's what they deserve. People like them get what's coming to them. That's why they are trash.

Landon: Trashy bitches!

Lizzy: I've got a big celebration planned for after we win

Landon: Oh really sis? Care to share with me?

Lizzy: It's a surprise, but I promise you'll love it.

Landon: I guess it's just another incentive to beat Haze of Payne tonight.

Lizzy gives her brother a quick kiss on the cheek as the camera fades to black.

Just Business

The lights go down in the sold out MGM Grand. A countdown appears on the tron.

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Then as the words zoom onto the tron, a voice calls in unison: “Welcome to the Gold Standard”. A burst of blue and gold pyro sets off and “A Cut Above” by Avery Watts queues up and Grand Slam winner, Noah Field, steps into the arena to a thunderous applause. Noah has on a crimson sports coat with a black button up shirt beneath his. His dress pants are a matching Crimson, with black suede dress shoes.

Noah smiles to the fans, being cheered for the first time by a Redemption crowd. He walks down to the ring with a bounce in his step, walks up the ring steps, climbs through the ropes, then goes to the opposite corner, where he goes to the middle rope and smiles out to the crowd with his famed Field smirk. Then he takes the microphone from the canvas and starts to speak for the middle of the ring.

Noah Field: You know what, Last time I was in front of a live Redemption crowd, in this ring, you all booed me and called me a douche bag over and over. What’s changed.

The crowd pops and start to chant “You Saved Lyric” repeatedly.

Noah Field: Ahh, yeah, that. That’s one of three reasons I’m out here tonight. First, and most importantly, be sure that on February 12th, you tune in on HBO and HBOMAX to watch “Dark Elf Saga”, the new fantasy series starring yours truly in the title role as Drizzt Do'Urden. If you don’t have HBOMAX, sign up now and use promocode nfield for the first 3 months free.

The crowd cheers.

Noah Field: Now reason number two. I was given time to come out here tonight to make a major announcement. As of 48 hours ago, Redemption Wrestling has entered into an affiliation contract with my wife’s upstart wrestling promotion, Action Zone…

Noah looks into the camera and smiles.

Noah Field: Coming to you every Saturday night only on Fite.

The crowd cheers again.

Noah Field: One moment, before I get to a third reason I’m out here I need a drink…

Noah reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a bottle that says Nooma: Organic Sports Energy Drink. He takes the cap off and takes a drink.

Noah Field: Nooma, it’s fuel you can feel good about. Courtesy of mother nature. Check your local retailers or order it at drinknooma.com…

Noah smirks.

Noah Field: I love my sponsors. Now to my third reason. Last week I was in Mexico City, negotiating in place of my wife for this affiliate deal, when I noticed Stephen Rawlings working harder than I’ve ever seen him work trying to injure Lyric. And yes, I got involved in the match. Yes, I made sure Lyric wasn’t hurt. Yes, I I planted Rawlings face first on the mat with a Field Envy. Yes, I enjoyed every minute of it. And yes, I am the creator of the trending hashtag, FireRawlingsNow. I understand my actions, and I also understand I’m supposed to be an impartial enforcer for their match next week at FightFest. So let me say this, nothing has changed.

Noah pauses a moment.

Noah Field: I’ll give my word, I have no vested interest in who wins this match. I’m not here to screw over Stephen Rawlings, and I’m not here to assure Lyric has any kind of advantage in the match, despite what I did last week. What I did last week was purely business. See, I’m due to make a handsome sum of money next Sunday for my role in this match, not to mention the free advertising I’ll get out of it. I won’t let Rawlings, or anyone else stand in the way of that. What I did wasn’t personal. It was preservation. Yes, as I said, I enjoyed it, but why wouldn’t I? You know how long it’s been since I put someone down with Field Envy in front of a Redemption crowd? It could’ve been anyone on the roster and I would have enjoyed it.

Noah again pauses again for a brief second.

Noah Field: Yes, I started the hashtag, but it’s called marketing. The more people who see it, the more eyes that tune in hoping to see Rawlings to get beat at FightFest. That means more buys, and again, that translates to more money for me. So rest assured anyone who will be there live next weekend, or who buys FightFest for the reasonable price of 54.99 on ESPN+, I’ve got no intention of…

“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing, interrupting Noah. Out steps Rawlings cronie, Cross Delaney. He stomps down to the ring, a microphone in hand. He picks it up and stalks over to Noah.

Cross Delaney: Field, go feed your bullshit elsewhere. You know that what you plan to do to the greatest wrestler to ever live, Stephen Rawlings, is…

It’s at that money Noah kicks Delaney in the guy, lifts him up on his shoulders, then hits Honour Killing (Olympic slam) on him. As the crowd cheers, “A Cut Above” starts to play again.

Awesomely Misfit

Standing backstage at the wonderful MGM Grand is none other than Toby Keller, joined by Scarlett Payne and Lux Haze, known collectively as Haze of Payne. Lux has on the new Misfits t-shirt, with the factions logo on it; a front facing skull graphic with the teeth and chin forming out a stylistic version of the word “Misfits”, and a mohawk on the top of the skull. Scarlett Payne is next to Lux, the height difference blatantly obvious as she leans her arm over her. She’s got a similar Misfits half shirt on, only hers is opposite in coloring. She knots her long blonde locks up quickly and gives Keller a nod to show they’re ready.

Toby Keller: I’m here with Haze of Payne. Ladies, how does it feel to finally get a match with the BRATS, just the four of you and no one else?

Scarlett grins at Lux before answering.

Scarlett Payne: Well Tobes, I gotta say it feels pretty freakin’ fantastic! Wouldn’t ya agree, Hazy? I mean, other than having ta scrub the incest off of us, it’s a win-win!

Lux Haze: Speaking of incest, Scarlett, I heard that when Lizzy found out Landon was into incest, she took it pretty hard.

Scarlett laughs loudly, not even trying to control the volume.

Scarlett Payne: From what I heard, Landon was the one that took it pretty hard. Apparently, Lizzy gives it rough!

Lux Haze: Have you heard the story yet of when Lizzy lost her V-card? She says it was the best family reunion ever.

Scarlett Payne: Damn, how many limbs did she hit on the way down that family tree?

Lux Haze: Not sure on that one, but Landon better watch himself. I hear she’s just sleeping her way to the top of the family business. But enough of the jokes. How do I feel, Toby? I’ll tell ya how I feel; stoked. This thing between us was just that, a thing. Something that had us both posturing for a better position in the tag team division. But then those rich inbred fucks had to blow up my car. My CAR TOBY! You get that. Here’s something most people don’t know. Not all of us wrestlers are rich. We aren’t all a Field or a Dalmon. You think I can afford to just run out and buy a new car every time someone wants to blow it up?

Scarlett presses her pearly pink lips together and shakes her head no.

Scarlett Payne: Ya see, Tobes, what they did was turn this from an innocent competition ta something way past personal. Most of us pour our blood, sweat and tears into this business for minor ducats and ya know why we do it? Because we’re made for this! We live for the roar of the crowd, and for every time we get one over on the asshats that think shortcuts and money make them talented. Ya know what real talent looks like? Right here, Tobes. We can wrestle, surf, skateboard, cliff jump. Ya name it and we’ve conquered it. All because we’re that freakin’ awesome!

Lux Haze: And I think that’s nuff said. Tonight we’ll let our actions do the rest of the talking.

With those parting words the scene cuts away.

Danae vs Zeus

Both wrestlers came out with their respective groups; Dane with the rest of The Hive (Legion and Katherine) and Zeus with SoD (Jupiter and Butch Slaughter). This match was a lot of back and forth between both wrestlers, with Danae, though smaller than Zeus, still showing good power. Neither was really able to get and the upper hand for the bulk of the match as they traded moves and blows back and forth for ten minutes.

The finish saw a bored Butch Slaughter, outside the ring, go over and pick a fight with Legion. In a matter of moments, Slaughter and Jupiter were brawling with Legion and Katherine. As this began, Katherine took her eyes off Zeus only for a split second, only to be hit with a Thunder Roll (fireman’s carry facebuster) followed by Hard Time (inverted crucifix powerbomb) to pick up the pin and win.

After his win, with the four still brawling outside, Zeus shocked the crowd and incited cheers when the big man did a suicide splash over the top rope, taking out Legion and Katherine.

[Donnie]

Thats A Statement

Coming back from an advertisement for FightFest, Rikers and Butch Slaughter are still in the ring with the three members of The Hive outside it. Butch Slaughter can be heard yelling.

Butch Slaughter: Fuck respect. These three humiliated you!

Zeus gives a sadistic smile and rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair, slamming it into the skull of Katherine, then he turns toward Danae and does the same. Jupiter finally relents and climbs on Legion and starts to bring closed fists on her. While they do this, Slaughter clears off the announce table. Zeus pulls Jupiter away and together they carry her to the table, where they are joined by Butch Slaughter as they triple powerbomb Legion through the table.

With a mess all around the ring, Slaughter grabs a microphone.

Butch Slaughter: See that, guys, THAT’S how you send a message to someone who disrespects you. And to you three…

He shrugs his shoulders.

Butch Slaughter: I think my boys here just evened the odds. Now come on, I think it’s past time for a beer.

The Weigh In Part 2

The camera focuses on the ring, where there’s a black carpet covering the ring floor. In the center of the ring is a giant electronic scale, along with Dr. Mary Wells, referee Dave Hawkins, and commissioner Teresa LaChance.

Then “30/30-150” by Stone Sour plays and out comes Chance Field, along with his muscle, Ares Bones. Together, the two of them make their way to the ring while the live Vegas crowd chants “Baby Carrot” at Chance. Eventually Chance makes it to the ring, pics a mic up off the canvas and starts to say something, but the chants of “Baby Carrot” grow louder, until he finally grows frustrated, shakes his head in disgust, and goes to a random corner and leans against it.

Johnson McConnell: I’m curious to see if Hungry Jack made weight. He’s busted his ass trying to make sure he gets this match.

Jayden Skiles: I doubt it, have you looked at the guy? He looks like a big pile of…

JJ Adams: Now let’s not start body shaming people.

Johnson McConnell: Yeah, Jayden. Let’s watch what he say here. And you mean to tell me you don’t want to see Hungry Jack get his chance to finally get his hands on Chance after the way he’s been treated these last three months.

Jayden Skiles: Hey, if you can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen.

All You Can Eat by The Fat Boys starts to play and the crowd erupts in cheers for Hungry Jack. He makes his way to the ring. The look on his face is letting everyone know that the time for games is over. Jack enters the ring and asks for a microphone.

Hungry Jack: I'm ready to step on this scale and prove to everyone that I've cut weight. A lot of people doubted me, but there are also a lot of fans that supported me. I appreciate that.

This gets a round of cheers from the crowd.

Hungry Jack: Chance when I step on this scale, there will be nothing stopping me from devouring you at FightFest 5!

Chance laughs.

Chance Field: Devour!! That’s rich coming from you since I’ve seen how you devour a buffet bar, and you honestly think you’ve made weight? Look at yourself. Do you even own a mirror? How long has it been since you’ve seen your junk? If you think you’ve made 375, you’re insane. You’re looking a little closer to 475.

Chance smiles and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Snickers.

Chance Field: Now good genetics like mine though, I can “devour” this with no consequences.

He rips the wrapper and takes a slow, overly dramatic bite, moaning a bit as he does.

Chance Field: Mmmm that’s so good.

Jack can't help but laugh.

Hungry Jack: I hope you're enjoying that Chance. You're not going to be doing any chewing or running your mouth when I break your jaw! How many more fat jokes have you got? Trust me I've heard them all. Yet here I am. I'm ready for a fight. I'm not hiding behind anyone or anything Baby Carrot.

This gets the crowd to chant once again.

Hungry Jack: I know how to get under your skin Chance. We could go back and forth all night, but just like these fans I'm sick of hearing your mouth! I know you were playing it for a laugh, but I think you really did play a big part of what's to come. You've given me the motivation to do whatever it takes to get my hands on you. Also your daddy's book helped me fix a wobbly table at my house.

Chance glares at him, as his anger starts to mount.

Chance Field: Just get on the damn scale already. Let’s get this charade over with.

Jack agrees and heads towards the scale. He steps on it and looks as the numbers climb.

Dave Hawkins: 409lbs!

Chance Field starts celebrating at the announcement. Jack once again can't believe it. Field gets in Jack's face.

Chance Field: Tough luck fat ass!

He turns to continue celebrating with Ares and out of nowhere Jack pushes Field in the back. This causes Chance to trip and fall onto the scale. By the time he gains his composure the scale reads his weight.

264lbs

Field sees this and tries to plead his case.

Chance Field: I've been bulking up!

No one is buying it and the crowd is booing Field loudly. In the ring the Redemption officials are talking this over.

Teresa LaChance: It seems that Hungry Jack has made weight after all. Therefore it will be Hungry Jack vs Chance Field at FightFest 5!at FightFest we will see Chance Field versus Hungry Jack!

The crowd cheers while Chance slams around like a child.

Chance Field: You can’t do this!! This is a conspiracy!! There’s no way he’s made weight!! Look at him!!

Hungry Jack: Now that it's official I only have one question for everyone...Who's Hungry!

National Parents' Day

A cameraperson backstage catches “Da Vivacious Variable” smelting a superconductive steel chair. She hammers copper wiring all around the seating apparatus. Interestingly, she holds onto a chair leg with her right hand and strikes with her left. Both hands are rubber gloved for safety purposes. She casually cocks her head displaying gargantuan goggles.

Azurine Vebbins: Happy Parents’ Day! Some-din’ ‘bout reconnectin’ wid a long-lost loved one... Tonight, I’m in a Championship Scramble Qualifier versus Arabelle Levaneau, “LVC” Lynn Van Court, and Pandora Ravencraft. I’m gonna whisk dem all like eggs in a lemon mer-ang. Will I advance to da Championship Scramble? It’s unlikely wid how my wires are currently crossed. I’m needin’ to settle din’s wid Suicida. Brain’s been in a fog here for quite some time. At Fight Fest in Black Rock City next week, I’m clearin’ my conscience wid dis copper chair...

Vebbins’ locomotive line of logic momentarily derails as her voice tapers off.

Rumors

Outside of the MGM Grand, Jason Sandman is still sitting at the edge of the parking lot. While the show is nearly half way over, Jason still hasn’t given up that Christian Dement will show himself. As Sandman stares off down the Vegas Strip, Suzy Donnelly comes walking up with a curious look on her face. As she slowly wakes up, Jason speaks.

Jason Sandman: Why do people claim that they want to hurt you, and yet when you stand there waiting for the attack they don’t seem to appear. All I want from Christian Dement is to show his face. Everything else will go as the universe intends. Yet here I sit. Waiting in a city who probably wouldn’t even bat an eye to the murder in the streets. So I ask you Suzy. Why does the universe make me wait?

Suzy goes to answer, but is confused because Sandman has not turned his head or really acknowledged she was there. She goes to answer his question, but Jason responds first.

Jason Sandman: There’s no correct answer to that question. If there was, I would know it. So why are you out here? This is not a place for a kind lady. Devils be about.

Suzy Donnelly: I was wondering if you intended to come inside and have Slade’s back as he faces Draco Dragotta and Kit Kobold. Draco has had some unkind words about you lately. Since you broke his undefeated streak he has been dedicated to getting revenge and taking your belt from you.

Jason Sandman: John can handle this situation. Draco Dragotta is but words. He feels that his leg injury is an excuse. Draco always found a way out of trouble, and I proved that if you act first he loses his edge.

Suzy Donnelly: Interesting point of view. I also heard that Christian Dement may be inside. Just something I overheard Toby Keller saying.

Jason Sandman almost knocks Suzy Donnelly and her camera man down as he runs back into the Casino in search of Toby Keller or Christian Dement.

Main Event Hour One
Draco Dragotta and Kit Kobold
vs
Roxy Spaulding and Slade

Dragotta and Slade started brawling before the bell even rang, going at one another as the crowd could feel the energy between the two. It took the referee a while to get the two back to their corners and get the match underway. The match had both teams taking turns with a string of offense in control of the match. At one point Roxy hit Kit Kobold with Terminal Velocity (diamond dust), but Dragotta broke up the pinfall and started to tee off on Roxy. This brought Slade barreling into the ring and who tossed Draco out of the ring and then went right at him as they two began to brawl into the crowd.

With Slade and Draco brawling in the crowd, this left Roxy and Kobold alone in the ring. The two traded moves back and forth a few times before Kit did an illegal eye gouge that got him reprimanded by the referee. He followed that up with a slingblade, and then a Draconic Legacy (springboard splash). Rather than to finish her after hitting his finisher, however, he pulled her to center ring and locked her in his father’s move, Dracotta Method (armtrap crossface), making her tap out and picking up the win for his team via submission.

[Donnie]

Because Necrophilia Is Funny

Backstage at the MGM Grand, Salvation cuts to an already running live feed in the dressing room of Parental Advisory and Joss Snow. The Deacon twins and Joss Snow are in their casual wear. Snow with a black shirt, tie, and pants. The Deacon brothers both have on denim blue jeans. Chase with a t-shirt a “Morning Wood Lumber Company” t-shirt while Shawn has a “Ted Bundy World Tour” shirt on. Shawn stands up and goes to a small fridge, as he does, the back of his shirt shows a listing of Bundy’s victims in order, with dates and locations, as if it were a concert tour listing. Shawn grabs a bottle of Gatorade, and goes back to his seat. As he opens it, Joss look directly into the camera.

Joss Snow: Why does that camera guy keep following us everywhere? Can someone please explain that?

Shawn Deacon: That’s simple, snowman, I pay him to.

Joss Snow: What the fuck? I don’t want a camera following me around all the time.

Shawn Deacon: It’s pretty damn clever if you ask me. The way I see it, we’re entertaining as all hell. I mean c’mon, have you ever met someone who’s as funny as me.

Chase Deacon: Or who has as big a dick as me?

Shawn Deacon: Or as good looking as me?

Chase Deacon: I’m better looking.

Shawn Deacon: You think that if you need to, to make yourself feel better. Point is, love us or hate us, we’re fucking golden. So, we (he points between the him and his brother) figured we’d hire a camera man to follow us everywhere.

Chase Deacon: It’s great, Snowman. Think about all the memes, royalties. It’s called a way to get over without having to do shit except be ourselves. Check it out, I even got our first t-shirt I can hock right here, I don’t even have to reserve a block on the show for it.

He holds up a black t-shirt that says “Necrophilia: Because Dead Chicks Don’t Say No” with a cartoon dead girl on it, and with their Parental Advisory logo on the right sleeve.

Chase Deacon: These things will sell like anal condoms at Sunday Mass.

Joss just shakes his head.

Joss Snow: I really wonder about you two sometimes.

Shawn Deacon: Hey, you weren’t wondering about us when we pulled that train on that girl in Kansas City.

Chase Deacon: Or the girl in Seattle.

Shawn Deacon: Or the one in Miami.

Chase Deacon: Or the one in Detroit.

Shawn Deacon: Or the one in Boston.

Joss Snow: Hey, I’d like to forget about Boston. That wasn’t really what I was looking for.

Chase Deacon: (shrugging) So what it turned out she had a dick. It happens sometimes. You enjoy it, and move on.

Joss Snow: Alright, alright, you proved your point. We’re a bunch of degenerates, that equals a taboo appeal, which means ratings and we get over with the fans whether they love us or hate us. But as long as we have a balance of fun and business, I’m all in on whatever decadence is to come. Balance is key.

Chase Deacon: I like that, it has a double meaning. We’ve always needed a name for the trio. Decadence. But let’s talk business for a minute. Aside from making a shit load of money, hocking our merchandise, and using our fame and sparking personalities to fuck as many women as we can, and then some, what are our goals here?

Joss Snow: Pretty simple, I guess. Do what we do best, but do it on a bigger stage than ever before without fear of being censored or fined because we went too far. But we have to stay different. I get sick and tired of the same old same old in wrestling. It’s why I’ve avoided mainstream until now.

Chase Deacon: You mean the fight night promos.

Shawn Deacon: And the motivational speeches.

Chase Deacon: And the “I’ve overcome the odds” interviews.

Joss Snow: That and so much more. Fuck if things haven’t become dull with stereotypes. I figure we come in, make some money, have some fun, and shake things up. And who knows, maybe there’s some gold in our future. Either way, we change the game, and for the love of fucking God, not be boring and predictable. I innovate the violence, you two do what you do...

Shawn Deacon: So...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Shawn Deacon: Shit, I almost forgot. Chase, I got you a little something.

Shawn opens the door. Standing on the other side is a female midget, wearing a tight tank top showing off her massive cleavage, and a pair of daisy duke shorts that have her ass cheeks hanging out. In her hand is a serving plate with a 48-ounce stein of beer.

Shawn Deacon: Just for you, brother.

Chase Deacon: I know I said that if we won our debut that I wanted a beer and a little pussy, but this isn’t what I had in mind.

Shawn Deacon: (shrugs) Hey, when in Vegas...train time?

All three look at each other and nod in agreement.

Chase Deacon: Hey camera guy, I think it’s time you piss off.....

Mystery Under The Sun

Enforcer” Anthony Cross is walking down the Las Vegas Strip. He has his cell phone up to his right ear.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:Trix...partner, I haven’t seen or even heard from you in a couple weeks since you and Emily fought out into the arena and backstage area during our tag team match a couple weeks ago. Just wondering what is going on? We are co Dominion champions so we are joined at the hip so to speak as long as we are the champions. So call me, text me, tweet, email me, or tell your mom what is going on and she can tell me. She and I are buddies. Have I mentioned before that your mom has good taste? Regardless, let me know what the hell is going on?

Anthony ends the phone call and places his phone into his pants pocket.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:Damn Vegas weather. Always hot as hell. I suppose the heat is one of the many reasons Vegas is referred to as Sin City but I must digress. It will appear that Trixie is too busy to get back to me. That’s fine as long as she carries her weight when it comes to our Dominion title. Can I count on you for that, Trix? Because the number one contender has a history with you which means you know how her mind works. Which would give us a leg up in retaining our title. Now I know Emily can say that she knows Trixie just like Trixie knows her. Which is true but between my partner and I we would ultimately have the leg up because the Freebird rule gives us the advantage of mystery as to who you’ll ultimately face, Emily, and is why we will be keeping the Dominion title with us.

Destiny

The show cuts backstage to Suzy Donnelly, who is standing by being as confident as she usually would be. When the shot cuts in, she wastes no time initiating the segment to come.

Suzy Donnelly: Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time is none other than the current Belt of Ascension holder, Casey Holliday!

There is a cheer in the audience when the scene pans revealing Casey standing by holding the Belt of Ascension. For the most part, Casey has a bit of a regretful expression on her face as Suzy begins to talk to her.

Suzy Donnelly: In recent weeks, you’ve certainly had your fair share of frustrations, especially regarding Jake Mason. In fact, it was last week where we saw you destroy the catering area in anger in some special YouTube footage. Do you mind telling me exactly what was going on?

Casey Holliday: The first thing that I want to do is to apologize for that behavior. Last week, inside that ring, Jake Mason and his “Master” left me frustrated because they wouldn’t give me what I wanted. All I wanted was a match against Jake. I was, and still am, willing to do whatever the hell it takes to get that match that I wanted so I can end all this. How did they respond? Not only did they continue to skirt the issue, they had to bring my father’s situation into it too. You know, when they first brought up a phone call, I thought it was all a bunch of mind game nonsense and when the phone actually rang and it was everything they said it was going to be, I just it. That was my breaking point. That was my WHOLE YEAR right there, all in one moment.

Suzy Donnelly: Considering what happened, do you really believe that they really DO have some ‘special power’ as it pertains to seeing the future?

Casey Holliday: The easy answer would be no. But then again, if they CAN see the future, they probably DO want to avoid me because THEY KNOW that Jake is going to LOSE whatever fucking match he gets against me one on one. They don’t WANT to have the match because they’ve already SEEN the result and they KNOW that Jake’s going to wind up losing in the end. I mean… UGH… fuck THIS, I’m NOT going to entertain that stupid hocus pocus crap any longer. Let’s live in reality, okay? You don’t NEED to see the future to see the truth and you don’t NEED to see the future to know that on any given night, I CAN and I WILL beat Jake Mason. I’ve talked about this ad nauseum for weeks and I’m TIRED of talking about it!

I’ll reiterate what I said last week.

I’ll do WHATEVER I have to do in order to get that match and I’m NOT going to shut the fuck up about it until I get it. I’m NOT the kind of person that takes ‘no’ for an answer and I am NOT someone that waits on someone else’s time! So, by the end of this night they BETTER give me what I fucking want. They can name ANYTHING they want. They can name any CONDITION that they want. I! DON’T! CARE! This chickenshit cat and mouse game ends NOW and by the end of this night, they WILL give me my fucking match…

The lights flicker repeatedly around Casey Holliday and Suzy Donnelly. As the lights go back to normal Casey Holliday sees Jake Mason down the hall from her. Mason is sitting with his legs straight and under his butt. Casey is not surprised by this. What does surprise her is the fact that Mason has the Belt of Ascension over his shoulder. Holliday goes to take a step towards Mason, but hears a voice.

The Master: Isn’t it funny how when we get so passionate about foolish things we lose sight of those that hold the most importance to us. Casey you ache so deeply for a chance at my disciple that you don’t keep your focus on the objectives at hand. This is why your father fell so hard this past week. You weren’t focused. Maybe it’s time you regained your passion. Fight Fest seems like a place where you can forget all about this foolish dream and return to a world that betters your naivety. My disciple will do wonders with that belt. I have seen it. I have seen the world flourish as he cashes in on his opportunity. I have seen you as you become a proper lady and nurse your father back to a healthy state. I have seen it all.

Casey Holliday: Don’t you dare give me that shit…

Casey’s eyes narrow with anger.

Casey Holliday: That whole thing with my father was just a coincidence, nothing more than that! But you want to question MY passion? You want to say that I don’t have it? I’ve had it from DAY ONE! There may have been a time when I lost it, but the last couple of weeks? You can’t deny that it’s been there. I’m NOT giving up on a ‘dream’. I’m not going to be done with this nonsense until I get what I want and what I want is THIS MATCH! I don’t care what you’ve ‘seen’, but I am not someone that believes in pre-destiny! You know what I believe? I believe that you CREATE your own destiny and even if SOMEHOW you’ve ‘seen’ HIM with this Belt of Ascension, then I know that I will CHANGE that so called “future” that you APPARENTLY see! So how about we cut the crap? I’ll put this Belt of Ascension on the line at Fight Fest and I’ll change this so called FUTURE by BEATING YOU Jake! What do you say to that?

An evil laughter is heard coming from The Master.

The Master: It shall be a destiny fulfilled.

With that the lights flicker again. When they come back up the Belt of Ascension is back on Casey Holliday’s shoulder.The Master and Jake Mason have disappeared back into the ether.

Suzy Donnelly: Wow… I guess you really got what you had wanted….

Casey’s eyes still narrow with anger.

Casey Holliday: I did… and when it’s all said and done, I’ve only got one LESSON to teach those two next week: Only I determine my own DESTINY… not them… ME! And when I teach them this lesson, this Belt of Ascension stays with me too!

Casey at this point turns and leaves the scene feeling at the very least, satisfied that she got the match she wanted as the scene ends.

Getting Ready

The camera pans out to inside the dressing room of one Arebelle Laveneau. She's sitting on a dark brown leather couch decked out in her wrestling gear and lacing up her black wrestling boots. Sitting on a small coffee table is her cell phone and she's talking to someone.

Belle: I miss you too hun but, I'll fly out later tonight after the show is over and I will join you out in Los Angeles for your modelling shoot.

Harlow: Good luck tonight Belle! You've got this in the bag I know you do! Who knows where this could lead to? Maybe the ones in charge will finally see what you can do!

Belle: Thanks Harlow, I've still got a bit of time to kill so I'm going hunting for the BRATS!

Harlow: Babe, it was just one match! Besides you're better than either of them.

Belle: I know that but, the point of the matter is they fucked up the match and made us and that includes me look bad. I want to put some fear into them, especially the sister. I really could snap her like a twig if I wanted to but, I won't...yet.

Harlow: Just be careful okay hun?

Belle: I will Harlow I promise. I'll call you when I'm in the air.

Harlow: Have a safe flight!

Belle disconnects the phone call and stands up, with a quick look in the mirror she fixes the few wrinkles in her gear and opens her door. As she walked down the hall and out of camera range, she can be heard asking a backstage hand something.

Belle: Are the BRATS here tonight?

Eddie Penbrook vs Xavier Cross

Both men were escorted by their respective tag team partners (Rupert E Fox and Xander Maxwell). Th tension between these two could be cut with a knife and could be felt all throughout the arena. The match started slow, with both me circling each other and just staring one another down, hate seething off both. When the two big men finally collided, the fans were treated to nothing pure power as the two men spent the entire match trying to outdo one another with hard hitting power moves and stiff shots, giving the match a different feel than anything else on the card. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Ruper E Fox and Xander Maxwell were more or less kept in check, heeding warnings from the referee before the match ever started.

As the match went on, Maxwell finally tries to get involved in the match to help out Cross, only to have Ruper hit him with a stiff right hand cutting him off. Before the two could start to brawl, the referee, not willing to deal with any nonsense, tossed both from ringside. The finish saw Chance Field of Ruthless come to the ring and get on the apron, as if he was trying to get involved in the match. The referee went to stop him. With the referee now distracted, Ares came into the ring, grabbed Penbrook from behind and went to hit a German suplex as Mercy did a springboard over the top rope and hit a leg drop at the same time. Then the two members of Ruthless rolled out of the ring. Chance took that as his queue to hop off the apron and Cross pinned Penbrook to pick up a win a week before his tag title match with Penbrook.

[Donnie]

Shaking The Unstoppable Force

The feed transitions fluidly backstage to the undefeated Heavyweight Champion, Bael, who’s standing by with his manager and High Priestess, Jinx. Standing at almost seven feet tall, Bael dwarfs her, with the top of her head barely reaching his broad chest. She gives him a satisfied smile as they watch the crew set up for the interview.

Jinx: It’s glorious to see the way they won’t even look you in the eyes. My vision has almost come to fruition and it all ends at Fight Fest.

Bael’s chest rumbles with laughter.

Bael: One more match with Lucky - or Drake - whoever he thinks he is this week. Not only am I still undefeated but he’s put up such a pitiful -

It’s at that moment that Drake and a second person in a twisted version of a clown mask rush into the scene. Drake has Sherry, his glass shard covered kendo stick in hand, while the other person has a chain. Drake slams Sherry into the head of Bael, grinding it into his head, cutting him open. As he does this, his unknown partner slams the chain into the face of Jinx, then wraps it around her neck and starts to choke her out.

Meanwhile, Drake starts to scrape Sherry down the back of Bael, as the big man falls to his knees. Drake then wraps Sherry around the front of his throat and pulls back, as he plants a knee squarely into the back of Bael’s head with a sickening thud. Drake finally releases it as Bael falls forward, finally going all the way down. As he starts to push himself back up, Drake runs at him and punts his head, putting him back down.

He bends down close, his mouth by Bael’s ear.

Drake: That was for Damien. See, you aren’t so indestructible. And next week will be from me. You wanted to awaken me, you’ve done so. Now you can deal with those consequences.

Drake turns to the other person in the mask, still with the mask on.

Drake: You can let her go now, Abby, thanks for the help.

The person takes off the mask to reveal Lyric beneath it. She shakes out her blonde, black and red hair, smiling confidently. Lyric still holds the chain loosely around Jinx’s neck, pulling it tight every so often. She gives Drake a sensual pout as she twists harder.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Really, Drake? That’s all the fun you’re gonna let me have with this pasty cunt? Doesn’t seem fair to me…

She gives Jinx a swift, hard kick to her back and laughs.

Lyric (as Abbadon): They tried to end my career just to get to you. If you hadn’t come to my rescue, they would’ve succeeded. Thank you for that, by the way. I don’t think I’ve had the opportunity to show you my appreciation.

She jerks the chain hard, wrenching Jinx further down on the ground. Lyric leans in closely and whispers in her ear.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Listen to me carefully, bitch. If you ever try to come near me again, I promise you I will end you. And your little pet project over there - my Drake is going to turn him into a bloody stain. This is one war you should’ve never started. I’ve ruled legions, do you honestly think you scare me? I’m Abbadon! Demons tremble at my name! Until we’re done with you, there is no Lyric. Do you understand what I’m saying? She’s got a conscience but babycakes, I left mine at the door. Right now, that man over there is the only thing keeping me from slitting your throat. You really should thank him..

She drops the chain and turns her back on them as she joins Drake.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Feel better now? I know I’m not quite fulfilled but this is your ballgame..

Brains > Brawn

We get caught up by the members of Henhouse Slaughter, Eddie Penbrook and Rupert E. Fox, fresh off Penbrooks controversial loss to Xavier Cross. The big man from Slaughter, England is huffing like a pissed off bull, pacing back and forth in the backstage area.

Eddie: Fooking WANKERS! I don’t know about you Rupert, but I’m getting sick and fooking tired of those twats getting one over us. And I just fooking know they will pull the same damn type of a trick next week at Fight Fest. I just FOOKING KNOW IT!

Penbrook punches the wall in frustration, causing his partner to lower his aviators and cock and eyebrow at him.

Rupert: Only if we LET them do that shit, we outsmarted them before, we can do it again we just gotta use something they don’t have.

He taps his temple and smirks.

Penbrook stops and stares at Fox, snarling at him in frustration.

Eddie: Smart? Bloody brilliant mate! Not like we’ve been dumbasses thus far now have we?

Not affected by the sarcasm, Fox shrugs.

Rupert: We haven’t necessarily played all the cards just yet Edward, have a chat with the management, force them to fight fair because even the crowd is going to get sick of seeing matches that end up in bullshit again and again and again. We’ve done it with the brawn time to let brainpower have a turn, that’s something those numpties will not see coming

Penbrook takes a deep breath, then another, trying to calm down until finally nodding.

Eddie:... Fine. We’ll try it your way.

Fox reaches over and slaps Penbrook in the back, smiling.

Rupert: My name isn’t Fox just because I got a big poofy tail to sway around around I like to eat chicken.

Penbrook arches a brow.

Eddie: Wait..you have a TAIL?!

Fox slaps his forehead in frustration.

Rupert: Not in the literal sense you dense! A figure of speech!

Eddie: Oh..right, I knew that.

Fox smiles patting the big lug on one of those broad shoulders.

Rupert: Of course you did mate, now let’s go right some wrongs.

The pair start heading towards the management offices as the view fades out

The Other Side

There's a low lit, somewhat sombre scene opening up backstage. We can hear water running, and we can see the back of Arley Kirk's shiny blonde head as she deftly opens up a box of gauze bandages, and then she timidly moves her hands toward the running water. The corresponding yelp of pain definitely helps to paint a picture.

Arley Kirk: OWWWW! WHAT THE F…

Arley fights desperately to hold back the tears as the water cascades over the strange electrical burns on her knuckles and fingertips. AK cannot help but weep as the necessary pain of cleansing courses through her body.

Arley Kirk: Where do these dang things even COME from? Why..?

Arley trails off as once again, she is struggling to fight back the tears as the water runs over some fairly nasty and fresh wounds. She can't help letting out another yelp of agony before finally shutting the faucet off.

Arley Kirk: I mean. Being wracked with pain is nothing new to me..

AK quickly grabs a gauze bandage before turning around to face the viewer. She continues to speak while applying it.

Arley Kirk: But usually, I know what the fakkin' cause is!

AK finishes wrapping up the bandage, covering the whole thing over with some neon pink wrist tape and biting the end off before wrapping up the scene.

Arley Kirk: But don't cha worry, y'all. I'll figure this shiz out. I always do. Heck. It's a long shot here. But if anyone knows anything about why these weird ass burns keep on poppin', I'd be super grateful for ya information. Cuz right now? I'm at a loss..

AK gives a grateful smile to the positive response the viewers give her as she gently shakes feeling back into the offending hand, pointing at the screen as she opens the infirmary door

Arley Kirk: You 'n me gon' figure this out, right?!

The scene fades as AK makes her way out into the hall, the crowd roaring with approval as the door bangs shut behind her.

The Brutal Truth

The camera zooms in on Rosie Sinn, seated alone near the loading area backstage at the MGM Grand. The Light Heavyweight champion has on a pair of green plaid pants with chains and a black Rosie Sinn “That’s Punk” tank top. She’s seated at a loading dock, her legs dangling as her black strapped boots dangling back and forth.

Rosie Sinn: Sometimes I need solitude. I love my friends. I thrive off the fans and the cheers of the crowd. It’s one of the reasons I do this. But sometimes it’s easier to put things into perspective when you just have silence and solitude.

Rosie takes a deep breath of the night air.

Rosie Sinn: I asked you to be here with that camera because I had a few things on my mind I wanted to say, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I want to throw the script out the window and just speak from the heart. See, when I was allotted this time, I was told to hype my match, tell all the fans how I plan on going into FightFest next week and beating Mercy at her own match and walking out with my belt still around my waist. Drive the fans into a frenzy and sell buy rates. But the truth is, I can’t say those things with certainty. I wish it were that easy. Despite everything else she is, Mercy Payne is a threat to anyone she climbs in that ring with. She’s got the ability to beat any given person on any given day…and I’m facing her in her match. A submission match with no rope breaks, and I’m not a submission wrestler. So I can’t sit here and tell you without lying that I know I’ll win this match next week. Here’s what I can tell you though.

Rosie leans forward, her eyes focused on the camera.

Rosie Sinn: I can tell you that win, lose, or draw, I’ll guarantee you Mercy has never been in a fight like this. I can promise you that it doesn’t matter what she throws at me, as long as I’m breathing I’ll get back up. And I can tell you that I thrive as the underdog. Don’t fool yourselves, I may be the defending champion in this match, but this is HER match and I’m the underdog. Don’t get me wrong or mix my words, I’m not afraid, and maybe that’s part of the problem. Maybe I should be. Maybe if I was I’d go into this with a sense of self preservation, but I have none. I’m going into this with every intent to leave my blood, sweat, and tears in that ring along with a piece of soul, because this between us most come to an end. If it doesn’t, we may neither have a long career ahead of us. So while I can’t promise you I’ll win, I can promise you I’ll die trying, because that’s punk.

The camera pulls away and then cuts away.

Championship Scramble Qualifier
Azurine Vebbins vs Belle Laveneu vs
Lynn Van Court vs Pandora Ravencraft

This match started off as all four women right for big spots, hitting each other with big time moves and signatures, none worried too much about pace. After the initial hot start, the match then slowed the pace just a little bit, as each wrestler took their turn dominating the match, but no one ever able to get a pinfall without someone else breaking the count.

At one point, it looked like Pandora Ravencraft had the match won after hitting LVC with Searing Vengeance (springboard tornado DDT) with Vebbins and Levaneau down outside the ring. But before the referee could count three, Belle Levenau pulled her out of the ring and then started a brutal assault on Pandora with a chair, focusing on her shoulder. Eventually Vebbins came over and stopped the assault, jerking the chair away from Belle and then hitting her over the head with it. She tossed Pandora into the ring and pinned her, but LVC broke up the pin, then hit Crimson Ivory (ripcord elbow) on Vebbins, knocking her from the ring. She followed that up with hitting Pandora with Head Check (cradle DDT) then pinned Pandora for the win.

[Donnie]

Less Than Optimal Results

The camera focus changes to Slade, stowing his gear and packing up after his monumental tag team contest earlier in the evening. As he slings his bag over his shoulder a little gingerly--still feeling the effects of the match--he notices that Roxy's bag is still in the room, but she is nowhere to be found. Not thinking too much of it at first, Slade takes a seat to wait for her.

30 seconds pass.



A minute.



2 minutes.



Three minutes pass, with Slade becoming more and more upset. He sighs heavily and rises from the bench.

Slade: Where the fuck is Roxy? I really wanna get back to my hotel room...

He picks up Roxy's gear bag, which is noticeably light, and he heads toward the exit, stopping every employee he meets to ask if they've seen Roxy.

After a few empty leads, the frustrated Slade just yells--much like a parent who's lost a child at the mall.

Slade: Roxy! RO-XY!

He proceeds to kick in doors while looking for her, growing more and more frantic as time goes on. He turns the corner and finds his girlfriend in a crumpled heap, crying and clutching at her right knee.

Slade: What the FUCKING FUCK?!?

He scrambles over to her side, taking care not to pick her up in spite of every instinct.

Slade: Roxy...

The fiery redhead looks up, tears streaking down her cheeks.

Roxanne Spaulding: My knee... they fucked up... my FUCKING KNEE, Slade...

The big Texan fights back a scream.

Slade: Who?

Roxanne Spaulding: John, I need a doctor--

Slade: WHO, ROXY???

Roxanne Spaulding, the Woman Gravity Forgot, the Woman Without Fear... looks scared.

Roxanne Spaulding: John, if I don't get medical attention and soon...

Slade: Tell me.

Roxanne Spaulding: It was Draco and his bastard, okay? They snuck up behind me, while I was in catering, and pulled me back here, and I clawed the shit out of the boy, but that painted fucker hit me with that crutch of his, and then...

Slade interrupts quickly and loudly.

Slade: CAN I GET SOME MEDICAL HELP OVER HERE, PLEASE???

He tries to help Roxy to her feet. Roxy screws up her face in courage and tries to put weight on her leg, but immediately collapses into Slade's arms, crying loudly.

Roxanne Spaulding: John... please... help... I think... I felt a pop before...

Slade: Jesus H, Rox... why'd you let me stand you up? SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME PLEASE!!! I'm a football player... I'm praying you didn't tear a ligament.

He scoops her up in his arms, and she buries her head into his shoulder, keeping the tears between the two of them.

Roxanne Spaulding: Won't let you get rid of me that easily. old man.

Slade: I'll get you to the doc, kid. Don't you worry. I'll get you there.

The pair head down the hall toward the infirmary.

Slade: Vegas, right?

Roxy lets out a wet chuckle.

Roxanne Spaulding: Fuckin' Vegas.

Slade: I'm gonna straight up kill those fucks-- MAKE A HOLE, FUCKERS!--let me see one of them...I'll kill 'em HOLDING you...

The camera fades to black, with Slade muttering to himself about how things are gonna have to change around here.

Consexual

Toby Keller is in the backstage interview area with the current tag team champions, 2X (Xavier Cross and Xander Maxwell). Xavier still has on his white speedo style wrestling shorts and a sleeveless black “Ruthless” t-shirt, while Xander is in his salmon colored suit.

Toby Keller: Gentlemen, after weeks of tension against Henhouse Slaughter, you two finally agreed to fight them next week at...

Xander Maxwell: Whoa Toby, stop there. About that. Last week, I was a little out of my sorts when I made that announcement. Those tea and crumpets loving morons just happen to get under my skin. Like I’ve said before, we’ve already beaten them, so it’s time to move on, so I’m taking back what I said last week.

Xavier Cross: Yeah, what he said. He accepted the challenge, not me. It has to be consexual.

Toby Keller: Consensual.

Xavier Cross: That’s what I said, consexual. You know, like when Xander agrees to play out a prison rape scene with him, I’m not really raping him, it’s really a consexual sex act. So yeah, I never agreed to the match, so it’s not consexual, and everyone knows no means no.

Xander Maxwell: Toby, we’ve beat them in a tag match, I’ve beat Foxy one on one. Xavier has now beaten Penbrook one on one, it’s time to move on. That’s why at FightFest, we’re putting our tag titles up against everyone’s favorite unheralded and overlooked tag team, Hack N Sack.

Toby Keller: You mean the 0-5 Hack N Sack?

Before they can answer, commissioner Teresa LaChance steps into the picture.

Teresa LaChance: You know, you two really crack me up. It’s so cute how you two think you can pick choose who you defend the title against.

Xander Maxwell: We’re the champs, we have that right. We earned it when we won these belts.

Teresa LaChance: You are the champs, I’ll give you that. And I give the entire roster a lot of freedom. It’s ratings. But Penbook and Fox put in a request and honestly love it. Next week at FightFest, you will defend the titles against Henhouse Slaughter. If there’s outside interference on your behalf, the titles change hands. If there’s any kind of disqualification, the title changes hands. And if you get counted out, the title changes hands.

Xander Maxwell: You can’t do that!! You have no right!! I refuse to fight this match, and fight it under those terms.

Teresa LaChance: That’s your choice. But if you refuse, I’ll strip the titles and Henhouse will face the winner of tonight’s main event for the vacated titles in your place. So see, I am giving the champs a choice, you just may not like your options.

She smiles and walks away. Xander glares at her while she walks away

Xander Maxwell: Interviews over...

Fight Out Front

Jason Sandman steps around a corner of the MGM Grand when Toby Keller comes running up to him almost out of breath.

Toby Keller: Jason…Jason..Jason.

Jason Sandman: I’m not Beetlejuice. You only have to say my name once. Now what the fuck do you want?

Toby Keller: Christian Dement is outside. He finally showed up.

Jason Sandman punches Toby Keller in the face. Toby Keller falls to the floor.

Jason Sandman: That’s for making me come inside with your rumors. Also never run again. It’s embarrassing to watch.

Jason Sandman leaves Keller on the floor and heads to the exit. As Sandman steps outside the front of the MGM Grand, Las Vegas Boulevard seems to be shut down. Cars are parked blocking traffic both ways, all headlights pointing in one direction. In that one direction, in the midst of the headlights and all the neon of the Vegas strip is Christian Dement. Dement has on a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. When he sees Sandman, he takes the shirt off and tosses it to the ground, leaving him bare chested.

Christian Dement: You want me, bitch, I’m right here. I’ll kick your ass tonight, then next week I’ll take my belt back.

Jason Sandman walks out towards where Christian Dement is standing. Jason stops by his pick up truck and pulls out his chair wrapped in barbed wire.

Jason Sandman: There is no next week. I am going to hang you on the lights tonight and be fucking done with you. No reason for you to make it out of Vegas. This is where talentless hacks go to die. I can feel your fear Dement. Knowledge flows through me. You weren’t prepared for your threats to come back and haunt your soul. I am here for your soul. It will complete me.

Dement smiles back and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a metal baton. He swings it, extending the end.

Christian Dement: Oh, I got exactly what I wanted. I made you lose control. I fucked with your head. You don’t know it, but I’ve already won. You’re on borrowed time.

Sirens start to squall as a rush of cop cars fly on to the scene, and a slew of police, wearing riot gear, come rushing toward the two men as they are about to converge, one of them hitting the camera man as he rushes by, the camera hitting and busting as the screen goes static.

Darwinism

The always vivacious Suzy Donnelly is standing by with Lynn Van Court, also known as LVC. LVC is wearing a black vinyl camisole top that’s got castleton green vines with colorless zircon studs. Her shorts are black vinyl wraparound shorts, LVC in pearl white with the same castleton vines wrapping around it. Suzy has on a stoic black summer dress, that somehow while being casual wear, has that air of elegance and fashion it.

LVC raises her hand, showing a solid bottle with a short neck, white label, and the word Berg. She tilts her back, over indulging herself.

LVC: You know what this is? This water is harvested in Newfoundland from icebergs that are thousands of years old. You know how much I paid for this?

Suzy Donnelly: No I don’t.

LVC: Of course you don’t. This bottle cost me 220 dollars. You know why I drink a 220 dollar bottle of water when you drink that infested crap from the tap? Because I can, that’s why. Now ask your questions so I can be rid of you.

Suzy bites her bottom lip in an attempt not lose her temper with the constant jabs. She takes a deep breath, exhales, and soldiers on.

Suzy Donnelly: Congratulations on your victory a few moments ago. How does it feel to be headed to the Championship Scramble?

LVC: First of all, what did this win make me? Say it!

Suzy Donnelly: Undefeated.

LVC: Look at you, learning to use four syllable words like a big girl. And what’s my record now?

Suzy Donnelly: 4-0.

LVC: It is, and that 4-0 is by far more impressive than any other record in this company. I may not be 7-0 yet, but there’s a vast difference. You know what is?

Suzy Donnelly: No, I don’t.

LVC: Of course you don’t with your community college education. You’re lucky you can even put together a coherent thought. I’ll tell you the difference; experience. The rest of this roster has been in wrestling. They fought in the last iteration or Redemption, or the independents, or maybe other prominent places. They’ve had to make a journey to where they are. Until a few weeks ago I had never done more than train. That’s what makes what I’ve done thus far eclipse the rest of this roster. Now that I broke it down in simple terms for you, what was your original question?

The frustration continues to mount for Suzy.

Suzy Donnelly: How does it feel to have just won your way into the Championship Scramble?

LVC: Feel? It doesn’t feel like anything. There was never any doubt in my mind that I was winning that match. It’s what we call a foregone conclusion. I know that’s a term you’ve never heard, so google it after this interview. It’s all pretty straightforward. Now I’ll go on to a match where it’s inevitable I’ll walk out with at least one, if not multiple championships. It’s called Darwinism and I’m heading right to the top of food chain. You know why?

Suzy Donnelly: Why?

LVC: Because I’m LVC and your not.

Main Event
B.R.A.T.S. vs Haze of Payne

Before the match, a highlight video played highlighting the feud between these two teams, including the finishes to the singles matches where Lux defeated Lizzy, Scarlett was cheaply beaten by Landon. The scratching of the door to the Dalmon’s Rolls Royce, and the torching of Lux’s Mini Coop.

The match itself started off with some antics by the Dalmons. With Lux ready to start the match with her team, Landon was set to start for his team. He’d circle, go to tie up, then back off and tag in Lizzie. Lizzie would then do the same. Back and forth, five times they did this, taunting Lux, who finally lost her temper and clubbed Lizzy in the back of the head with a forearm smash, then hitting a roundhouse on Landon to knock him off the apron. After that she whipped Lizzy into the ropes then tackled her and started to hit punches. From there on, Lux and Scarlett worked over Lizzy, until the point when Landon distracted the referee, allowing Lizzy to kick Scarlett in the crotch, then tag in Landon.

After that, the Dalmon’s began to work quick tags in and out as they worked over Scarlett, focusing on her knee to ground her high-flying offense. Eventually Scarlett was able to get the hot tag to Lux, who came in and cleaned house. Shortly after, what had been more of a traditional match began to unravel as tags became nothing more than a nuisance and the two teams traded high spots and double team moves. The referee, for what is worth, gave them the wiggle room knowing the animosity between the two teams.

As the match came to a close, there was a series of near fall and false finishes. Finally, Lux hit P-Riot (Yokosuka cutter) on Landon with Scarlett waiting on the top rope, who followed it up with Adrenaline Rush (Phoenix 360). Then they hit Lizzy with Header (double springboard DDT) to pick up the victory.

As the show came to a close, Haze of Payne was joined by their friends in the Misfits, Rosie Sinn and Pandora Ravencraft, as the four of them celebrated with a hot crowd cheering loud for the four women.