FightFest 5

[Donnie]

Azurine Vebbins vs Suicida

A lot of back and forth here, and Suicida, while not much liked by the crowd, dazzled the fans with a reckless style. The finish saw Suicida hit Tratamiento de choque (Shooting star DDT) and get the pin for the win.

After the match, Mercy Payne could be seen at the edge of the curtain watching the match.


Defiance vs JayRod and Trevor Hart

The match was a quick tag in and out on both sides with a lot of double and triple team moves. At one point, Shawn Deacon went to tag in Chase while Joss was down and recovering, but Shawn was engaging a female fan at ringside and it almost cost them the match. Finally after tossing a foreign substance in the eyes of Jay Marx, they hit a triple powerbomb to pick up the win.


Elimination Tag Match
The Hive vs Symphony of Destruction

This match was a brawl to start off, that saw Jupiter eliminated first when Legion hit Knightfall (Red Asian Mist followed by a Twisted Bliss) and got a three count.

Next out was Kassandra when she was hit by Hard Time (Inverted crucifix powerbomb) and pinned. Not long after that Danae hit Titan Slam (Running Powerslam) on Zeus, but didn’t realize Slaughter made a blind tag, and he caught her with a Slaughterhouse (Death Valley Driver) to eliminate her.

With the match down to two on one, Legion put on a good showing but the numbers were too much, and Slaughter and Zeus hit a Samoan drop/neckbreaker combo to win the match.

[Donnie]

Tag Team Championship
Title Change on DQ or Countout
2X (c) vs Henhouse Slaughter

The tension could be felt between these two teams as ring introductions were made. Then once the bell rang, Henhouse, not wanting to give any kind of advantage to 2X, ambushed them, then isolated Maxwell as Fox and Penbrook isolated him and worked quick tags. Eventually an eye poke and a tag to Cross turned the tide and allowed 2X to then isolate Fox as they took a prolonged run of offense that was littered with cheap shots and referee distractions.

Then came a hot tag to Penbrook who came in and cleaned house, even hitting Maxwell with Heavy Duty (choke bomb) and pinning him for an obvious three count, but Cross had made a blind tag. After this it was an all out for between the two teams, making it hard to even track who the legal man was. After order was restored, Maxwell had Fox pinned holding the rights, but just before the referee slapped three he noticed and stopped the count.

The ending saw all four men in the ring when out of nowhere Fox hit the East Ender (Asai DDT) on Maxwell then he and Penbrook hit Fish and Chips (tree of woe cannonball) on Cross to pick up the pinfall victory.

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

We cut backstage to the locker room area where we see Henhouse Slaughter, Eddie Penbrook and Rupert E. Fox celebrating their Tag team championship win over 2X. Of the two Englishmen, Penbrook is clearly the more jubilant one, holding the titlebelt aloft in one hand, holding a bottle of champagne in the other and singing from the top of his lungs.

Eddie: WEEE AAAAARE THE CHAAAAAMPIOOONS MY FRIEEEEEEEEEND!!!!

Fox on the other hand is taking the win in a much better stride, sitting on a bench with the title belt on his lap and sipping the champagne from a glass like a true gentleman. Penbrook notices this and rushes over to his partner, emptying the bottle in his hand over Fox’s head.

Eddie: C’mon Rupert! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! Time to loosen that stiff upper lip!

Looking at his partner with a look of exasperation, Fox takes his aviators and starts drying them off with a nearby towel, then raising his glass towards Penbrook

Rupert: Well done Edward, cheers, goody gumdrops and all that

Before Penbrook has a chance to respond to his partner, we hear “rule britannia” emanating from Fox’s bag and the two men look at each other. Fox reaches for the bag and reveals a ringing cell phone. They both look at the caller id, exchange glances and after Penbrook shrugs, Fox answers the call

Rupert: Hey dad, how’s tricks?

We hear Lord Fox from the other end.

Lord Fox: Put that bloody Chinese piece of crap on speaker so I don’t have to repeat myself, will ya?

Fox switches the phone and glares at Penbrook.

Rupert: Yer on speaker dad so--

Lord Fox: About bloody time you two got something done right!

Before Fox can respond in some snappy way Penbrook speaks up.

Eddie: I told you we’d get it done Lord Fox. All we needed was a way to force those two twats to fight fair. I apologize it took this long but hey, we won in the end! I do admit I am a bit surprised you are awake Lord Fox, since it must be stupid o’clock over there or something

Fox sniggers but muffles it with his palm as the phone comes alive.

Lord Fox: A man in a position such mine does not get to be a man in such a position as I am by sleeping Edward. I am sure you are delighted to know that I took the liberty of sending a slice of your bonus back home to dear Mrs Penbrook, the old gal will be living off with that for a good while.

The two men seem taken back by the gesture, Penbrook especially.

Eddie: Sir..I don’t know how to thank you..but thank you.

Lord Fox: Don’t thank me you silly sod! It was to make sure you don’t let that nimwit son of mine fuck up those championships the first he gets. Tonight, fish and chips on me for the pair of you..2 pint limit then on the next bus to the hotel. No funny business, you got that Edward? If I see some headlines on the papers over here about my son his head between some tarts wobblies and soaked in champagne I know who to call.

Eddie: Sir, I’m sure The Sun doesn’t get much readers this side of the world anyway and..

Lord Fox: DO NOT MENTION THAT SHITRAG AROUND ME, BOY!

When Lord Fox raises his voice, both members of the team shirk a bit, but Penbrook quickly moves in to cover his blunder.

Eddie: My apologies sir, I merely tried to insinuate that whatever passes for journalism over here would not get much exposure over there and whatever journalists from over there come here wouldn’t get much readership here. But understood sir, I will keep an eye on young master Fox and keep him out of trouble. You do not need to worry your head with him, you can focus on your affairs over there with a calm mind.

Penbrook glances over to Fox who has filled his champagne glass and is sipping it, somewhat amused by Penbrooks assurances.

Eddie: And I can assure you Lord Fox that this is merely the beginning . These championships aren’t going to be leaving our possession anytime soon. You can be proud of your son, he has improved considerably.

He threw a compliment at the end, hoping to score brownie points from both Foxes

Lord Fox: are you trying to have your way with me young man?

Eddie: Sir no what I simply meant--

Lord Fox: Then get your tongue out of my arsehole! I know how these things go, you two made it big and expect to celebrate it. I acknowledge that just don’t go making a right pair tits of yourselves, being champions means something in legitimate sports, bloody kids and youngsters look up to you for example and motivation. Be worth that and make the old country proud or go ruin this good nation’s reputation on someone else’s expense, now I got to get off the horn these bloody calls are expensive as shite, have a good cuppa on me tonight just make sure you get the receipts sent over.

Rupert: Right you are dad, some sugar on that tea then?

Lord Fox: You may have some if you feel like it son, none for me though. I’m sweet enough.

He hangs up unceremoniously and Fox looks at his friend.

Rupert: is it just me or..was he actually happy for once?

Eddie: Who knows, maybe he was even proud of ya Rupert..

Rupert: Oh Piss Off! That’s too rich even for your humour. Take that bottle to go, we have to go out and be like champs, you heard the ol’ git. Maybe take some photos with the fans, get trending on the haps on twatter and all that..

He stands up, walking out with his championship and we see Penbrook with a title and a bottle of bubbly.

Eddie: wouldn’t kill you to smile for once in yer life, we are the bloody champs you cunt..

Rupert: I HEARD THAT!

Eddie: What? I just said that I’mma get me coat!

With that the show moves on.

Jealousy Is A Bitch

The camera shifts to the outskirts of the setup for FightFest V, where the talent parking is. Moving very slowly, through the sea of people, is the group of Slade, his sister Bobbi, and Roxy, sporting a pair of crutches and a knee brace over her fitting, low slung jeans.

Bobbi: Now, while John is out there, I'm going to be the one to help you out today. Whatever you need, I'm on it.

Roxanne Spaulding: Look, Bobbi, I love you. Maybe as much as your brother does. But you have been damn near up my ass since last week. You GOTTA let me do some stuff on my own.

Slade: Didn't THAT mindset last week get you here today?

The fiery redhead glares at the big Texan as he chuckles.

Slade: What?

Roxanne Spaulding: Keep laughing, asshat. I'm the one with the busted up knee here.

Slade: Bobbi cares, just like I do. Let her help if I can't.

Roxanne Spaulding: There's a difference between 'helpful' and 'coddling', and y'all are dancin' on it.

The group continues to make progress to the main production area, with Roxy holding up the group.

Slade: Should... I carry you?

Roxanne Spaulding: Oh that'd be the PERFECT image for our fans, huh?

Slade chuckles again.

From in between the talent trailers the colorful and oddly charming former Television champion, Lyric comes barreling out of nowhere, almost landing full force into the Hall of Famer before skidding to a halt. She’s decked out head to toe in her signature black and red diamond accented ring gear and boots with her black half shirt that has “Abby’s Gonna Eat Rawlings” emblazoned in metallic red script.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as she looks up at Slade, finally breaking into a broad smile. It’s uncertain which “person” is in control at this point.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Well, well, well, what do we have here? A giant, a cripple, and a, hmmm what are you doll?

Before anyone can answer, her face twists as if in a struggle as her posture becomes more relaxed.

Lyric: Abby! That’s enough! Save it for King Dickbag later in the ring! They’re good peeps. Isn’t that right guys?

Roxy glares at the harlequin woman.

Roxanne Spaulding: I haven't decided yet.

Slade steps in front of Roxy, hoping to divert a little attention.

Slade: Come on, Rox... is that any way to greet a good friend?

Lyric slaps her hand over her mouth, realizing they had no idea who she was. When she recovers from the embarrassment, she extends her hand out and smiles genuinely.

Lyric: I’m soooo sorry! I just kinda assumed that you knew me since we’re on the same show and -

She gives Slade a grateful look.

Lyric: - you came to my defense on Twitter. Thanks by the way. I’m Lyric, the nasty bitch that insulted you is Abbadon but I call her Abby, and last but not least is Xaxis but he’s been quiet lately. I definitely know who you guys are!

Roxy hasn't lost the glare.

Roxanne Spaulding: Likely excuse. But it's whatever. At least you didn't try to hug Slade... so far.

Slade sighs heavily.

Slade: Sister, could you be a tremendous help to Roxy and get her to our trailer?

Bobbi nods, guiding the resistant Roxy back.

Bobbi: I'm Bobbi, by the way, Miss Lyric. John's little sister. Good luck out there tonight, we're all pulling for you!

As Bobbi hooks Roxy's arm to steady her, the redhead looks at Lyric again.

Roxanne Spaulding: Don't lose. We don't associate with losers here.

Without a hint of a smile, she starts moving again. As they leave, Slade just shakes his head.

Slade: When will she get that she has NOTHING to worry about with the pretty ladies here?

Lyric’s smile drops from her lips for a few seconds as she watches Roxy’s back retreating.

Lyric (as Abbadon): I let you talk, now I have one thing to say and then it’s your show again. (to Slade) What this doormat here is too nice to say - and I would listen carefully - there is no time, now or ever, that I will forget what the redheaded bitch just said. Know that if I ever catch a hint of disrespect from her again, I WILL deliver the hellworthy vengeance I am famous for. That being said, I hold no ill will for you or your sister so there’s no problem here. I’ve made my point, and as a Knight of Hell, I don’t repeat myself. It’s been a pleasure but I promised I’d give her the wheel back, so good day.

In a blink, Lyric is back to her normal bubbly self. She shrugs her shoulders shyly.

Lyric: Sorry about that. When Abby wants control, she just takes it.

She leans in to whisper.

Lyric: If I were you, I wouldn’t forget what she said. She wasn’t kidding and I can’t control her.

She leans back once more.

Lyric: You mean you really had no idea who I was? Man, that’s harsh…

Slade: Roxy fights her own battles--regardless of how foolish the reason. I love her, and always will, but she likes to write checks her ass can't cash sometimes.

The big Texan smirks.

Slade: And for the record, of course we know you. Roxy probably got pissy about the 'cripple' thing, and the fact that yet ANOTHER smokeshow here likes me.

Slade looks thoughtfully at Lyric for a moment.

Slade: As for Twitter, I know I'm an old head and all, but Rawlings is fucking archaic. You've got somethin' special, and it really sucks you're wasting it kicking his dumb ass.

Lyric laughs authentically.

Lyric: I told you guys that wasn’t me! But you said she writes checks she can’t cash, right? Well, take it from my personal experience, that last one bounced - HARD. Did you see what Abby did to Jinx a couple weeks ago for Lucky? That’s exactly what I mean.

She gives a slight absentminded wave of her hand as if she was trying to rid the negativity.

Lyric: Anyway! Tell her to rest easy ‘cause this “smokeshow” has a major thing for Lucky. You’re safe till he crushes my hopes. You really need to understand how much I appreciated the way you stepped up for me. I’m not the greatest at keeping current on Twitter and that one slipped by me. I’m still confused how he jumped to that conclusion though. I meant to put positive energy out in the universe along with a nod to my faith.

She shakes her head.

Lyric: Personally I think he’s afraid of women in general and can’t stand that we treat him like he’s got lice, HPV, and syphilis at once. Maybe I’m wrong but I doubt it. He’s a tiny little boy that, from the rumors I’ve heard, has a tiny little cock - excuse my French.

Slade laughs heartily.

Slade: I don't know exactly who or what hurt Rawlings, but it's been a goddamned embarrassment for us all. If you leave anything behind tonight, I'll clean up the rest in a couple weeks.

The Texan looks thoughtful again.

Slade: I dunno what it is with the ladies here, but I'm seeming to attract 'em like... well, I have no idea. Sure wasn't this lucky in my younger days, that's for sure.

Lyric gives him a crooked smile and slugs his bicep playfully.

Lyric: Man, don’t sell yourself short. You still got it. I just happen to be hung up on my Lucky, lucky for her. Do both of you a favor and put a ring on it. I promise you she’ll chill out - at least for a little while. And do it before her mouth runs away again please! I don’t wanna lose my drivers’ seat so Abby can do her thing, if you get me. I really don’t wanna hurt you by proxy, big guy.

She sobers for a moment, going uncharacteristically serious.

Lyric: IF I leave anything for you next week - and that’s a big if - you wouldn’t want an extra hand out there to keep him on the level would you?

Slade: Miss Lyric... I'd be honored.

He smiles truly.

Slade: And, uh... thanks. You know, for the compliment. About... well, you know.

The big man is legitimately flustered at the moment, He clears his throat to try and regain focus,

Slade: Well, uh... I should probably be gearing up to whip the shit outta Draco in a few. He's written a check on Roxy that's earned one helluva receipt.

Lyric nods excitedly and smiles.

Lyric: You’re absolutely right….Mr. Smith. See how weird that sounds? From now on, NO Miss Lyric, got it?! If you don’t quit it I’ll help that bag of dicks kick your ass. How’d you like that, huh? Not much I know. So you get in beast mode and kick some ass and I’ll turn Abby loose when the time is right. Deal?

Slade: It's not my fault... you can take the gentleman out of the South, but it's hard to stop a Southern gentleman. I'll do my best though, Mi... Lyric.

Slade grins.

Slade: Give 'em Hell tonight.

Lyric: You too.

Lyric smiles and nods, almost skipping away. The camera fades to black as Slade watches her go for a moment before shaking his head to clear it and going the opposite way.

Draco Dragotta vs Slade

Draco Dragotta came to the ring with his son, Kit Kobold accompanying him to the ring. As soon as Slade hit the ring the two of them started brawling. Taking queue from the two of them, the referee called for the bell to start the match. Slade quickly used his size to get the advantage in the match, as he pushed Dragotta into the corner and started to unload with knee lifts followed by repeated clotheslines.

Slade continued his prolonged offense until Kit Kobold got up on the apron and tried to get into the ring. This referee distraction was enough to allow Dragotta to hit a low blow followed by a chop block from the knee. For the next few minutes, Dragotta worked over the knee, starting with repeat kicks to the knee. Then he drug Slade over to the corner and began to slam his knee into the ring post, then locked him in a figure four around it, wrenching on the knee. This offense continued for a while. At one point Slade started to post a comeback, and hit Big Fn Boot (bicycle kick), but his knee buckled to turn the tide back to Draco Dragotta.

Dragotta took another run of offense, only this time he went for his bigger moves while still focusing on the knee, eventually hitting the Money Shot (diving splash), only to have Slade kick out.

After that, with crowd support, Slade started to turn things his way, hitting a series of power moves, then capping it off by hitting Final Trip (press powerbomb) and pinned but there was no referee to count as Kobold again got on the apron. Slade ran to the ropes and it Kobold with Big Fn Boot. He shouted at the referee, who in turn tossed Kobold. While the referee dealt with Kobold, Slade took a page out of Dragotta’s playbook and hit him with a low blow followed by a Final Trip to win the match by pinfall.

[Donnie]

Hand Shake And Diamonds

The Deacon twins known collectively as Parental Advisory, are caught on their follow along camera. The duo are back in their street clothes after picking up a win in a six man tag team match during the preshow. Shawn has on a t-shirt that says “The Jeffery Dahmer Handshake” and has a severed hand in a blender. Chase has a black t-shirt that says “Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend” above a diamond and underneath it says “But My Dick is a Close Second”. They are walking backstage, early in the evening with the Nevada sun baring down on them. Shawn is pulling a white rolling cooler behind him. The identical twins are mid conversation

Shawn Deacon: I’m telling you, she had both her nipples pierced with a gold chain connecting them.

Chase Deacon: What kinda nipples? Like the small round cherry stem type? Or the big bologna nipples?

Shawn Deacon: Silver dollar nipples.

Chase Deacon: Alright, I can’t be mad at ya bro for leaving mid match to autograph a nice set of tits, but Joss I can’t speak for.

Shawn Deacon: Ehh, who gives a fuck. We won anyway, right?

No more are those words utter when they see two of their three opponents from earlier in the night, Jay Marx and Rod Sharpe. The current HSW Tag Team Champs are sitting in a pair of folding chairs, watching replay footage of the 2X vs Henhouse Slaughter match from earlier tonight. As they pas, Chase snickers.

Chase Deacon: Look, Shawn, they may not have given our honored guests a trailer of their own, but they gave them a pair of folding chairs.

Shawn Deacon: It’s so cute, isn’t it?

Jay stands up first from his seat and crosses the few feet between them with Rod right behind him.

Jay Marx: Look at you two, you always got jokes.

Chase Deacon: We do. It’s why we’re so marketable.

Shawn Deacon: And we’re good in the ring.

Chase Deacon: And have sparkling personalities.

Shawn Deacon: And good looking.

Chase Deacon: I’m better looking.

Shawn Deacon: You wish.

Rod shakes his head.

Rod Sharpe: You two never change. You never take things seriously.

Jay Marx: Not to mention that crap you pulled in the ring. Are you two just simply not capable of giving us a fair match?

Shawn Deacon: Maybe if you guys would try something different against us you wouldn’t lose every time we’ve climbed in the ring over the years.

Rod Sharpe: So then let’s do it again, you guys leave Joss at home, we’ll leave Trevor at home, and check the antics at the door.

Chase Deacon: Nah, it don’t sound like fun.

Shawn Deacon: We’ve done that what? 3 times?

Chase Deacon: What he said. Surely you two are tired of always getting beat by us.

Rod Sharpe: We’ll put our titles on the line. How does that entice you? Besides, if we can’t beat you, we don’t deserve ‘em.

Shawn Deacon: There we go. That’s how you don’t take no for an answer.

Chase Deacon: You know our father always said if you want to succeed in life don’t take no for answer.

Shawn Deacon: The man was a horrible dad, but a great rapist.

Chase Deacon: Guess we’ll see you two next week. We’ll even come to your place. Give you a rating spike.

Shawn Deacon: Now allow us to go find out trailer, since they gave us one.

The Deacons laugh as they walk off. Dragging their cooler behind them.

Chance Field vs Hungry Jack

The match started off with Chance Field trying to void the fight. He’d hide in the ropes, duck out of the ring, and other such things. Finally, with the crowd chanting “baby carrot”, Jack got his hands on Field and began to unload a powerful offense that showed all his pent up frustration with Field. After kicking out just before three, Chance rolled out of the ring and went to leave the match. Jack chased him up the ramp, then drug him back in the car ring. Before he could get back in the ring himself, Ares got in Jack’s face. This lead to enough of a distraction that Chance took control of the match once he Hungry Jack did roll back in the ring.

Once Chance ha control he started to work over the left of knee of Hungry Jack, also utilizing Ares on the outside turning it almost into a handicap match. A few times Hungry Jack appeared to be on the verge of fighting his way back into the match, only to be cut off.

A turning point came when Chance went for Deal Breaker, but Jack caught his leg, and hit countered with a powerslam. This lead to a spurt of offense that led up to Jack about to hit Dinners Served, when Ares took out the referee from behind. Then Ares began an assault on Hungry Jack, calling it off with a Bone Breaking Lariat. Then he fed Jack to Chance, who landed a Deal Breaker. Ares slapped the referee awake and Chance got the pin for the three count.

As Chance celebrated his win, head referee Dave Hawkins came out and discussed things with Mike Bennington. Then the announcement was made that Ares was banned from ringside and the match was restarted.

Chance argued with the referee. While he did, Hungry Jack attacked from behind and started to take Chance apart with his power offense, finally hitting Dinner’s Served (two handed choke bomb) to pick up a win.

[Donnie]

Escape Plan

A prerecorded video starts to play. It shows a rudimentary ring, outdoors, with plain colored ropes and thin padding. Standing on one end of the ring is Light Heavyweight Champion, Rosie Sinn. On the other side of the ring is former MMA fighter turned wrestler, Jason Drake. Outside the ring is Rosie’s retired-from-wrestling husband and former Redemption World Champion, Iggy Clash.

Drake, also a Nebraska native, locks Rosie in his own version of No Mercy, a coquina clutch.

Jason Drake: Remember what I told you.

Rosie reaches for the ropes, but Iggy slaps her foot away.

Iggy Clash: No rope break. Get that out of your head.

Rosie struggles, until finally Drake releases the hold and rolls away. Rosie gasps a bit and holds her neck.

Jason Drake: Come on, Rosie, you got this. I’ve taught you to avoid it. I’ve taught you how to slip away before it’s fully locked in. Quite depending on the ropes. We’ve gone over this, you can do this. Let’s take a break.

Rosie Sinn: No, let’s do it again.

Iggy Clash: Rosie, c’mon, take a break. You two have been out here in the backyard all afternoon in this heat. He’s wore you down. Take a break.

Rosie Sinn: Iggy, dear, I love you, that’s why I say with all grace and endearment, kindly shut up. I’ve got to get this down. You think Mercy’s going to just let me call a time out in the middle of the match?

She looks at Jason Drake.

Rosie Sinn: We go until I either get it right, or pass out. Got it?!

He nods in agreement. Then he moves toward Rosie, who lays on the mat. He takes her back and Rosie allows him to hook his arms around her then locks in a coquina clutch. Rosie struggles with the hold and starts to reach for the ropes, then she stops herself. She find the hand locked on top by her neck. She punches it hard, her knuckles along with Drake’s scrapping and starting to bleed. Then she wraps her hand around his index finger and pries it back, breaking the grip. She places the arm next to her ribs then rolls over his body, breaking the hold.

Rosie smiles ear to ear.

Rosie Sinn: I told you I could get this.

Jason nods his head.

Jason Drake: Now you need to learn a good move to finish this match, so you’re gonna learn how to do a ude gatame….

Kinda Like Taylor Swift

The feed transitions fluidly to the open area where the talent is temporarily housed in separate trailers. The focus closes in on a fairly tall and muscular, young blonde woman. Her blue - grey eyes flick excitedly from RV to RV, the view slightly obscured by her bangs. The young woman is dressed in an emerald green tank with a Celtic trinity knot emblazoned in metallic gold below the Action Zone emblem and a pair of short light blue jean shorts.

As the view draws closer, it becomes apparent that she is Action Zone rookie, Trinity Mason. She pushes her bangs to the side and blows out a frustrated sigh as she looks around.

Trinity Mason: Gah, how do they find anything around here?! You’d think it'd be relatively easy to find one tag team, especially when they obviously stand out the way Lux and Scarlett do…

The voice of Lux calls out from behind her.

Lux Haze: They need a map. I can’t even find the trailer for Lux and Scarlett, and I’m Lux.

Scarlett giggles as she nods her head in agreement.

Scarlett Payne: These outdoor shows are a pain in my cute little ass. I love being outside but hell, I’m like you - I can’t find our digs either.

Trinity’s eyes light up as she recognizes the unmistakable voices of her favorites. She turns around and cuts the distance quickly.

Trinity Mason: Excuse me? Lux Haze? Scarlett Payne? Oh My God!!! You guys have no idea how long I’ve been a super huge fan!!

She thrusts out her hand in greeting, smiling from ear to ear.

Trinity Mason: Sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. I’m Trinity Mason and um- I’m on Action Zone.

Scarlett smiles broadly and shakes her hand before looking at Lux.

Scarlett Payne: Pleasure ta meet you, bro. Be nice, Hazy, she’s a fan and a wrestler.

Lux Haze: Hey, I’m nice to fans…at least the ones that don’t annoy me. I think you’re mixing me up with Roxy, who hates everyone.

Trinity laughs and smiles.

Trinity Mason: No worries. I said I’m a fan so I kinda know what to expect. I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to finally meet you guys. I know I’m on Action Zone right now, but I wanted to let you know that I’m so there if you guys need anything.

Scarlett smiles and smoothes her black and white Misfits shirt, giving Lux a curious look.

Scarlett Payne: Ya know Hazy, she could come in handy. With Rosie preoccupied with the title scene and Pan dealing with that pimple on the ass, Belle…an extra set of hands is always good ta have. I mean, she kinda looks like Taylor Swift but if she can hold her own…may not be a bad idea. Just saying.

Lux curls her lip and looks Trinity up and down, weighing her up.

Lux Haze: Depends. You look like Taylor Swift, but do you listen to Taylor Swift? Think about this before you answer, it’s a very important question that tells a lot about a person.

Trinity thinks long and hard about her answer.

Trinity Mason: Outside of like one song, I’d have to say not a fan. Plus that song is just a guilty pleasure that I don’t want anyone knowing about. If you really want to know what I’m into, I’ll put it like this - Ramones are just boss, the Clash is pure awesomeness, and honestly who can deny the Misfits. I love music in general but that’s like my holy trinity. I’ve got an affinity for the Pixies and anything grunge. Nobody my age really gets my taste though. They all go for that poppy bubblegum bullshit and that makes my ears bleed.

She cocks her head to the side as she thinks about what she just said.

Trinity Mason: You know, the more I think about it, you and Rosie kinda showed me the light, I guess you could say. As I followed you guys, I guess your taste bleed over so I guess I should thank you for showing me what real music is…You’re not gonna hold my guilty pleasure against me, are you?

Scarlett Payne: I wouldn’t but Hazy’s more of a purist than I am.

Lux lets out an overly exaggerated sigh.

Lux Haze: Fine, you can hang out with us if you like. As a matter of fact, we need a third for a match next week, you wanna join us?

Trinity’s brows shoot up, obviously not expecting this.

Trinity Mason: I mean, absofreakinlutely! I didn’t expect this but that’d be boss! You need me and I’m so there!

Scarlett laughs, enjoying the enthusiasm.

Scarlett Payne: Ya know, you kinda remind me of me when I first showed up. Doesn’t she, Hazy? I mean, not everyone can be as hardcore as you right?

Lux cracks a smile.

Lux Haze: With time, all things can change. You’ll be one of the most hardcore bitches once I’m done with you. (She looks to Trinity) And maybe you, too.

Trinity gives her a smile full of confidence.

Trinity Mason: I’d rather be a hardcore badass bitch like you than a pansy pushover like some of the women I’ve seen on both rosters. Let’s see if we can actually find your digs - hopefully without a map.

The scene fades out as the trio head out.

Main Event Hour One
Heavyweight Championship
Asylum Match
Bael (c) vs Drake

Once both men were in the ring the structure lowered down. The asylum was a domed cage of silver steel with weapons attached at various spots, including Drake’s very own “Sherry”. As soon as the cage was in place Drake ran right at Bael, giving him a low blow then hitting him with Random Acts of Violence (double underhook piledirver) and then went right for Sherry as Bael no sold the move and got up. Once he has Sherry, Drake went on the offensive as the crowd cheered, using both Sherry and the cage as a weapon as he kept a constant flow of offense as he bloodied Bael up.

At one point, Drake hit Random Acts of Violence on Bael on the apron, but only got a two count. After that Bael was like a machine, no selling a few shots from Sherry before going on the attack. He began to methodically take apart Drake, with both his tremendous power and the weapons on the cage, his main weapon of choice being a black baseball bat. Bael would hit Damnation (crucifix powerbomb) but Drake kicked out. Three more times he’d hit Damnation, but Drake kicked out.

Barely able to stand on his feet, Drake still tried to Mount some offense, but Bael just batted him away and then set up a table of steel chairs and hit a fourth Damnation on Drake through the chairs, but again Drake kicked out. That’s when Bael got a table, set it up in the ring, and hit his new move, God Killer (F10) on Drake through the table. Before he could go for the pin, the referee called the match, giving the win to Bael by referee stoppage.

After the cage lifted and Bael left, medical staff came out to help Drake. He pushed them away as the fans gave him a standing ovation. Barely able to walk, Drake limped toward the backstage area.

[Donnie]

Witness The Demise of Rosie Sinn

The scene transitions fluidly from the extremely horrendous violence of the Asylum Match for the Heavyweight Championship to a solitary silhouette shadow boxing a phantom opponent in a vacant lot behind the talent trailers. As the camera closes in, it becomes obvious by the intensity and technique that the figure is none other than the “Hurricane” herself, Mercy Payne.

She is dressed in a black half shirt with “The Hurricane Shows No Mercy“ in metallic red script, black running shorts and black leather fingerless gloves. Her long blonde locks are tamed into an intricate set of braids tied loosely atop her head.

She throws a hard right left combo directly at the camera, then smirks as she holds them up side by side and clenched. Together they read “Fuck” and “Rosie”, effectively letting the audience know how she feels about her opponent.

Mercy Payne: That’s right. These…(indicating her hands)…always speak for me. Loud and clear…

She drops them both to her sides, keeping her limbs loose and moving as she speaks.

Mercy Payne: That’s what most people don’t understand. They think if they talk enough that their point will eventually be understood. I happen to know that my actions have always spoken louder than any asshole’s words. They’re quicker - well, mine are quicker - they’re unmistakably crystal clear with no possibility of misunderstanding and they always get my point through those thick skulls of the talkers. One thing I’ve learned about conflict is that the talkers don’t wanna throw punches. They’re trying to find the back door so they can run away.

Her head drops momentarily as she laughs to herself. She swings her intense gaze back up and smirks.

Mercy Payne: I’ve never been a talker. I would rather throw the first punch and take a whole ninety seconds pounding my point of view into my opponent than listen to an argument that’s only designed to distract from their retreat. Do I have to go for maximum damage every time? No, I don’t - but I will. Every. Single. Time. This contentious rivalry with the Punk Princess has never been about that shiny piece of gold she clings to so hard.

Mercy laughs and let’s her head fall back, rolling her shoulders fluidly before raising her head once more.

Mercy Payne: Oh no, I have no interest in a paltry trinket. What I want - no, what I NEED is to feel her bones crunch as she tries to fight back…harder and harder she’ll try to keep standing while praying that I’ll wear down and break before she does. And do you know why she’ll do exactly as I described? Because she PROMISED you worthless fans that she has no quit in her! It would be admirable if it was true. Sadly for the Little Rosie Who Couldn’t, I can outlast her, outpunish her, and sweetest of all - I can put her out without trying because this is my world and I know every damn trick in the book as well as a few that never made it in. I’m built to twist and tear your muscles from your body while cutting off your air supply…Imagine the oxygen slowly draining from your lungs as I dislocate your shoulder, elbow and wrist…Imagine the look of sheer, unadulterated pleasure in my eyes as I watch the lights fade from yours. That. That right there is exactly what this has all been about. Tonight, you will all witness the demise of Rosie Sinn and there won’t be any way for you to stop it.

Mercy places her hand over the lens as she laughs, the scene fading out.

This Ain’t Catering

The camera cuts to Hungry Jack sitting. Only the top half of his body can be seen. As the camera pans out, we can see Jack is sitting at a picnic table surrounded by goodies.

Hungry Jack: Earlier tonight I did exactly what I wanted to do, I beat Chance Field. It wasn't easy, but it's finally over with. I put my body through hell it's never known to make weight. Now it's time to celebrate. No more snacking on baby carrots. It's time to indulge myself.

Jack looks over his bounty of all the finest fair foods. There are funnel cakes, corn dogs, and cotton candy just to name a few. This makes him smile. As he starts feasting he continues.

Hungry Jack: Now you might be wondering what comes next for Hungry Jack. First it's time to get back to my playing weight. Next...well you never know. I think I might look good with a title over my shoulder.

The fans give him a positive reaction.

Hungry Jack: I guess we'll see who crosses my path next.

Joss Snow appears in the background, walking toward the picnic table. Without paying any attention to anything around him he reaches down and plucks a large, crisp, piece of funnel cake off of Hungry Jack’s plate, and tosses it in his mouth. After eating it and swallowing he looks at Hungry Jack.

Joss Snow: Fuck that’s a lot sugar on that. That tastes like walking diabetes to me.

Hungry Jack just stares in disbelief.

Hungry Jack: I'm not sure if you noticed, but this isn't catering. All this food belongs to me. I'm just letting you know because it's not usually wise to take food off a fat man's plate.

Joss looks him over, weighing him up in his head.

Joss Snow: So in other words you’re a walking talking heart attack who doesn’t have a problem being a cliche? That’s some real aspirations you have there. Your parents must be pretty damn proud.

Jack stands up from the table.

Hungry Jack: I'm far from a cliche bud. I might look like I could keel over and die at any moment but it took a lot of training to pull this off. Do you know how many food eating competitions I had to win to look this good? No one gets to talk about my weight but me!

Joss Snow: No one but Chance Field anyway, who, while you beat him earlier, still made you nothing more than a joke. A parody of even yourself and a billboard for bulimia. So you should be thanking me for taking a bite of your food.

He reaches down and sticks his finger in the top of his pecan pie, scoops some on his fingers, then eats it.

This infuriates Jack. Snow has taken in too far. The Hungry one is now standing in front of the food thief.

Hungry Jack: What are you doing? You never ever under any circumstances stick your fingers into another man's moist pie! You've crossed a line!

Joss Snow: It’s the only moist pie you can ever get YOUR finger in. Don’t like, put your money where your mouth is. Do something about it next week in the ring if you can step away from the table long enough.

This brings a smile to Jack's face.

Hungry Jack: I'll never turn down a challenge. You got it! But if you try and touch my food again, we won't be waiting.

Joss Snow just smirks before walking away.

Dominion Championship
Trixie Decker (c) w/ Anthony Cross vs Emily Simms

Trixie Decker talked across into letting her fight her old friend in this match, and Cross agreed, staying ringside to give her support.

Simms attacked as soon as the match got underway, taking the fight right to Trixie. She tossed Trixie from one side of the ring to the other, trying to end things quickly. Simms went to the top rope and was caught with a drop kick from Trixie as she did, giving Trixie a turn at offense. And so this match went as both traded turns being in control of the match. Then, completely unexpected and out of nowhere, Simms rolled up Trixie for the three count to win the belt.

After Simms celebrated and left with the belt, Decker rolled out of the ring and apologized to Cross. Cross nodded and told her it was okay, then leveled her with a clothesline. As the crowd booed he powerbombed her in the steel steps then left in disgust as medical staff came out to tend to Trixie.

[Donnie]

Moving On

Anthony is standing over Trixie in the middle of the ring. He approaches the ring corner closest to where the ring announcer is and yells out, “Give me the dam mic!” The ring announcer rushes over to the ring and hands Anthony the microphone. Anthony casually walks back to the ring as Trixie starts to get on her hands and knees. Anthony smiles and kicks her left arm out from under her. Trixie crumbles back down to her stomach.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Stay down!!!

Anthony smiles as the crowd boos.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: For months I have had to deal with you Trixie. For several never ending months! Not only that but for several weeks I have had to depend on you to keep MY Dominion title in my possession! Obviously I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

Anthony crouches down as Trixie moves around. Anthony grabs Trixie’s hair.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I told you to stay down!

Crowd boos even louder.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: For weeks I told you, Trix, to get your head in the game but you kept going all EMO on us and kept with the “woe is me” attitude. Now I no longer have to worry about that.

Anthony drops the microphone and lifts Trixie by her hair. Anthony puts her in a front facelock and delivers a “DeathPenalty” DDT. Anthony stands up smiling as fans throw a couple pieces of garbage into the ring. Anthony picks up the microphone.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Now that I have dropped 117 pounds of dead weight I can focus solely on me. I came to Redemption not to make friends but to bring some championship gold my way because more gold means more money and I love me some money. I have my eyes on Jason Sandman and his World championship and Bael and his Heavyweight title. You are on notice, boys, you’ll be seeing me very, very soon.

Anthony drops the mic as Natural Born Killaz starts playing throughout the arena.

A Bit of Revenge

The camera pans away from Anthony Cross to the backstage area where Belle Laveneau can be seen once again looking for the BRATS. She’s all decked out in her ring gear with the black lace up boots with bright blue laces, a black tank top and black booty shorts. Her long black hair is pulled back into a braid.

Belle: I swear to god they’re dodging me!

Harlow: I’d dodge you too beautiful if I were them

Belle: They’re hiding because they know I am going to tear them apart for their screw up in the match and making me look bad!

Harlow: Hun, listen you have every right to be mad but, why not get them where it really hurts?

Belle shakes her head and heaves a heavy sigh.

Belle: I know you’re right Harlow but, these two just drive me bonkers! Throwing around their money and it makes me so mad I could scream!

Landon: We do know quite a bit about making a lady scream.

Lizzy: That we do brother.

The Dalmons have entered the picture. They seem to be pretty upbeat considering they had to replace Haze of Payne's car last week.

Landon: We heard you've been looking for us. I'm not quite sure why though.

Lizzy: She's angry with us because of something I don't even remember happening. It must not have been that important. She's just trying to place the blame on us.

Landon: There's only one problem with that sis...we're Dalmons. We can't be blamed for anything!

Belle tries to interrupt but the B.R.A.T.S. just keep talking.

Lizzy: So now that we've found you, we'll take an apology.

Landon: You can throw in your little girlfriend so we know you really mean it.

Belle was astonished at the ignorance of the two, she balled her hands into fists and slowly counted to five before she spoke again.

Belle: I know there is no point in explaining things to the likes of you too but know this...If I ever get a chance to get my hands on the two of you in the ring I will wipe the ring with both of you!

Harlow knew that Belle was close to losing her temper, she’d seen it many times before when it came to wrestling. Before Landon or Lizzy could say anything, Belle hauled off and slapped Lizzy so hard that she was forced to take a couple of steps backwards. Landon stepped forward to protect his sister but Belle spun around so fast and shoved him into the wall before slapping him.

Belle: I hope the two of you know how to pray! Because you’re going to need it!

As the screen fades away, Belle and Harlow leave the Dalmon siblings in shock.

Creating Your Own Destiny

The scene cuts to Casey Holliday who is already prepared to compete. She is holding her Belt of Ascension and from where she’s standing at the festival, she’s able to see the ring from a good distance. She’s in a no-nonsense mood as she would typically be as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: I said it last week and I will say it again. The only one that truly gets to decide my future is me. You know something Jake Mason and “Master”, you both have been claiming that you’ve seen my future for what seems like an eternity. You both are confident enough to think that Jake is going to walk out with the Belt of Ascension and that I’m going to be out of this business. What? You think that losing to you would discourage me so damn much that I would walk out of this business? I’m not like that. I’ve NEVER been like that and I am not going to start being like that because I am NOT going to give you two nor anyone else the fucking power to change my future. Do you realize how many people I’ve met in this business have thought that they knew what my future was going to be? I remember in my rookie year, this dime a dozen, plastic, blonde model that I wrestled all but determined that I was never going to make it in this business and that I was never going to last. She’s retired now. I’m still here. Two companies ago, I had a bunch of people in that locker room try to bury an 8 month world title reign that I had and tried to determine that I was a fluke that was going to be exposed as someone that wasn’t ready to be a main event player.

I have had people determine that I wasn’t worthy of being a world champion. I have had people try to determine that I was too young to ever amount to what I’ve become in this business. And now? YOU TWO are trying to do the same thing that so many other people have done and that’s determine my future. No, that’s not going to happen. I’ve never given that power to anyone. Lord knows that there have been many times in my career where I could’ve just walked away and I didn’t because there was no way in hell that I was going to give ANYONE that kind of power. You two want to act like you have power over me, but you don’t. You never have. You’ve wanted to get involved in my affairs for so long but the fact of the matter is, that reflected far less on me and reflects far more on you. I have let you two live rent free in my head for weeks, MONTHS, and that’s going to end tonight. I’ve had this dark cloud over my head like I mentioned before, for much of this year and I already know that the ONE WAY I can FINALLY get that dark cloud to disappear is to have the match that I want and to defeat you…

And that’s what I’m going to do, Jake.

I’m not going to just defeat you.

I’m going to show you why you’re NEVER going to ascend to the future that I am destined for! The only FUTURE that you have with me is being a thing of my past after tonight and I’m going to end this on my terms.

Let’s just say that you actually CAN see the future and that you HAVE seen what you have claimed to have seen. Does that mean that I have to surrender to it? Hell no! Because more than just about anyone on this roster, if there is one person that is capable of changing her future for the better, it’s me and that’s what I am going to do! I am ending this on my terms, Jake. I want you to get that through to your head. You don’t want this as much as I do. While you’ve been ducking this match, I’ve been wanting it for weeks. I had to put this belt of Ascension on the line in order to get this match, but ultimately? I’d do it all over again if I had to because THAT is the kind of heart that I have for this! I KNOW what I want my future to be. I KNOW that I’m going to do whatever the hell it takes to realize that future and while I may not know EXACTLY what’s in my future moment by moment, I know deep down that my future is going to be a HELL of a lot better and a HELL of a lot brighter than yours could ever be and there is no way you are going to take that or this belt from me!

But still… you can try your hardest. You can put me through the worst hell imaginable and you’re STILL going to fail, I guarantee that! Haters. Gonna. HATE!

Casey hurriedly leaves the scene, clearly motivated to at last, but this whole saga with Jake Mason behind her.

Belt of Ascension
Casey Holliday (c) vs Jake Mason

The moment the bell rang the two of them started trading punches. The match got out of control quick, spilling to the outside as both took turns ramming the other one into steel steps, guard rails, announce tables, and anything else nearby. Referee Zack Rhodes, knowing the hate between these two, gave them a lot of wiggle room, letting them fight it out.

The brawl eventually found its way to the crowd. As they fought up and down the aisles. Once the match found its way back to the ring, Mason exposed the top turnbuckle. For a while on the back and forth the fans were teased with who would hit it. Finally it Casey Holliday who found herself head first in the turnbuckle and busted open, though it only resulted in a 2 count.

After that bump Mason was able to control the match, still opting less for wrestling and more for an all out brawl. As the match came to a close the crowds chants of “Casey” got her fired up as she mounted a comeback and finished off Mason after hitting him with a Stock Plunge (corkscrew neckbreaker) then followed it up with a head punt for good measure before pinning Mason for the three count.

[Donnie]

Deal With The Devil

The camera catches Lynn Van Court in the backstage area at FightFest. Unlike most weeks, this is an outdoor event, so it’s all a maze of trailers and RV’s with lighting to show the way. LVC is wearing a short sleeved pencil dress by Dior, the indigo material falling just below her knees, and matching perfectly with her Dior stilettos.

Following behind her is Delphine, the over six foot vixen always within arms length of LVC. Delphine has a pair of snug denim jeans with rips in them and a tight black sleeveless turtleneck that accentuates her breasts while displaying her muscular arms.

After a few twists and turns with the dark twilight causing shadows to loom in every corner, she finally arrives at a coal black RV, the roof higher by a few feet than most RVs of its size. Without any hesitation or worry she wraps on the door with her knuckles.

The door swings open, revealing one of the Nameless, silver mask in place. His head tilts curiously before turning back to the interior.

Pride: Priestess, you have visitors. It’s as you predicted.

A soft, lilting voice answers from within.

Jinx: Let them in and then wait outside. We have no need of you.

Pride: Yes, Priestess. As you wish.

He steps out and holds the door open, keeping his eyes downcast.

LVC and Delphine both climb into the RV, with LVC leading the way. She curls her lip ever so slightly.

LVC: Curious. I once had a manservant who I made wear a mask. I couldn’t stand the hideous look of his face when he served me tea poolside. It turned my stomach.

Jinx laughs lightly and gestures for LVC to take a seat. She smoothes down her long, flowing black skirt and smiles.

Jinx: He doesn’t deserve a name, much less the presence of talent. I assume you wish to speak to Bael as well?

LVC: Neither did my manservant. That’s why I called him Quasimodo. But that’s neither here nor there. I long ago fired him for adding 3 cubes of sugar when I only want 4. I came here for a business proposition.

From the rear of the RV steps the undefeated Heavyweight Champion, Bael. His head barely clearing the ceiling, making it obvious why the difference is necessary. He gives LVC a quick once over before nodding briefly. Jinx watches both of them closely.

Jinx: By all means, you have our attention.

LVC smiles at the giant, appearing indifferent; neither impressed or disappointed.

LVC: Now that you’ve beaten Drake into submission, there’s no one standing in your way in the Heavyweight division. I’m 6-0 myself, and there’s no doubt I’m the best thing going in the Light Heavyweight division, however, circumstances are not quite on our side at this Championship Scramble. We could both walk out of that match without being beat, yet be empty handed when it’s all done. If we pull our resources, however, we both have a far superior chance of both of us walking out with a belt.

Bael: You do have a point. If neither of us are undefeated, I see no good reason for either of us to walk out empty handed. If, for instance, I make sure you get the right pin, I assure myself not only good position to get my own but you agree to assure I have no interference in doing so. If this plays out correctly, we could throw them all off in the order of the way the championships are awarded and we’d have the added advantage of surprise. Do I have this about right?

LVC: Big and smart, a true force to be reckoned with. You have it exactly right. Why should we suffer because of some idiotic stipulation in a match? So we might as well make the system work for us rather than against us. God forbid some degenerate like Rosie Sinn walks out still a champion. That’s just appalling to all the senses.

Bael cracks a slight smile and nods his head.

Bael: If you know anything about me, it’s that I don’t leave anything to the whimsy of a faithless deity. My destiny is my own and the only suffering I allow is the suffering I inflict. I’m not kind to fools but I can see you’re not a fool. Do we have an agreement?

LVC looks to Delphine.

LVC: Shake her hand. Her words are as good as mine. I don’t shake hands. Just a thing. And no worries of deities around here, I’m as close as they come.

Jinx rises to her feet and takes Delphine’s hand. Her eyes flash white briefly and she smiles.

Jinx: There’s no need to worry. He’s not much for shaking hands and I see everything I need to when I do. Everything will fall into place, I assure you all.

The scene fades out.

I’m the One

“Spoiled” Summer Page is laying poolside in a daybed at the Bellagio hotel pool in a pink bikini. There are two muscular women working as Summer’s personal security standing behind the daybed. Summer reaches over and grabs her Mito and takes a sip. She sets the glass back down on the table next to the day bed.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:You know I was thinking of going to watch FightFest first hand but I thought to myself, why be around a group of disgusting people if I don’t have to. Which is why I am here enjoying some rest and relaxation. Not to say that I haven’t found being present at a Salvation show hughley beneficial. I have made a new friend or two and I have laid my claim to the Lightweight title. Whether it is Rosie or Mercy who walks out the champion, better be ready for me.

Summer sits up and lowers her sunglasses.

“Spoiled” Summer Page:But there are so many disgusting trolls in Redemption. You have that dimwit who doesn’t appear to know how to properly pronounce words. What is that about? But these trolls in general walk in here, accomplish nothing, and expect all the cookies in the world. All of you trolls are the cookies you think are chocolate chips but when you bite into the cookie itself you realize that you have bitten into an oatmeal raisin cookie. We have all experienced that and I’ll show the entire world that I am the standout, I am the cookie everyone wants to be.

Summer slides her sunglasses back to cover her eyes and blows a kiss to the camera and lays back down on the poolside daybed.

Main Event Hour Two
Light Heavyweight Championship
No Mercy Rules
Rosie Sinn (c) vs Mercy Payne

The match started by announcing the rules of the match. There are no rope breaks, and the match can only be won by submission, or referee stoppage. Furthermore, both competitors have a corner person who is forbidden to get involved, but can throw a towel in.

Mercy came out first, joined by her husband, Ares Bones, and was met with a massive chorus of boos. Next out was Rosie Sinn, with her corner person, Misfit member Scarlett Payne.

The match started off with both wrestlers being cautious, both feeling each other out with a tie up, leading to a small move then separating. This lead to a series of chain wrestling, as the two wrestlers wowed the crowd with impressive reversal after reversal as they went to a stalemate.

Following this, Mercy finally hit a throat punch and then went on offense, unleashing her viscous side of nothing but brutal kicks and punches, then she went to take the back to lock on her No Mercy submission (coquina clutch) but Rosie managed to roll away from Mercy and avoid taking the move. Once back in the ring, Rosie was able to lure Mercy in, and then she took her turn on offense, then went for a figure four and locked it on. Mercy was in obvious pain, but eventually was able to roll over and reverse the pressure. Rosie eventually was able to hand crawl and get out of the ring to break the hold.

After that, the tempers started to flare with the two starting to brawl outside the ring. When the match finally got taken back into the ring, Mercy hit a rolling hip toss on Rosie into No Mercy. She locked in tight, Sinn on the verge of tapping. Then she wrapped the knuckles of Mercy hard with fist, grabbed the finger, pried it to her side, then rolled through and reversed the hold into her new move, an ude gatame she calls Decline of WS. Just as it looked like Mercy was about to tap out, Ares grabbed her by the foot and pulled her out of the ring, breaking the hold. Scarlett, in turn, clocked Ares with a chair.

As the referee tried to get order, Mercy grabbed a chair and slammed it into the face of Rosie, busting open her nose. Then she tossed her in the ring, started to choke her with the ropes. After a few more moves focused on the neck, Mercy drug Rosie to the corner, went to the second rope, pulled Rosie up, then hit a pile driver from the second rope. As the two hit the mat, they fall through the ring as the force of the move breaks a hole in the ring.

As the crowd chants “Holy Shit”, there’s no movement for nearly 30 seconds. That’s when the referee calls for medical staff and calls for the bell, calling the match a draw by referee stoppage. With time, and a quiet concerned crowd, both women are taken out on backboards.

[Donnie]

Three Syllables

Lucky Keenan is seated in the backstage area, the mask of Drake gone, dried blood cakes his arms and the back of his head. His shirt is off, his body covered in bandages as he sits on a stack of wooden pallets and talks to himself.

Lucky Keenan: We failed, or did we? I can feel the change it made in us. The pain was oh so sweet, wasn’t it brother? It made it easy to forget. Maybe this was our journey, what we needed to evolve like the caterpillar to the butterfly.

A laugh is heard in the distance. The camera pulls back to show Christian Dement. The recently returning from suspension wrestler has on a black jacket with a plain white t-shirt that says with an Ego Inc. logo on it.

Christian Dement: If evolution requires you to get your ass handed to you like that, isn’t it more of a devolution? I haven’t seen an ass kicking like that in, well, forever. I always thought that Drake was supposed to be the feared one of you “two”. To me, he just looked like a glutton for punishment.

Lucky licks his lips and tugs on his right ear.

Lucky Keenan: Is this what you think of us? We guess it’s true what they say about you.

Christian Dement: What’s that? That I’m the rightful champion? That no one, not even you or the almighty Bael, can beat me in that ring?

Lucky laughs like a madman.

Lucky Keenan: Quite the hubris on this one. No, the book on you says all brawn and no brain. We hear you can barely read and struggle to put together three syllable words. We are guessing you googled that world devolution before you approached us.

Dement doesn’t show any emotion. He just stares at the sitting Lucky Keenan, then out of nowhere he kicks him square in the temple as the already brutalized Lucky crumbles. Dement smiles at him.

Christian Dement: Concussion. Three syllables and no google.

Dement walks away as if nothing happened while the camera pulls away.

Stress Relief

Stephen Rawlings is backstage and heading towards the entrance to go out to the ring, when a PA with a clip board and a headset steps in front of him.

PA: Can I help you Stephen?

Stephen Rawlings: It's Mr. Rawlings, now get out of the way.

PA: I can't do that.

Stephen Rawlings: Yes... You can. My 15 minutes of Rawlings contract says I can go out there and do whatever I want. Now get out of the way so I can go do it. I have millions of loyal fans waiting for the next edition.

PA: I'm sorry St... Mr. Rawlings.... I was given a note that says 15 minutes of Rawlings is only contracted for NON PPV shows.

Stephen Rawlings: What? That's absurd. Gimme that!

Stephen yanks the clipboard from the PA's hands. On the page is a hand written note which said. "15 minutes of Rawlings is only contracted for non PPV shows... DO NOT let him come to the ring until his match... And then... MAKE SURE he is out for his match. "

Stephen Rawlings: Who wrote this? Ms. Labitch, or Trev Trev?

PA: Who's Trev Trev? Is that a new rapper?

Stephen shakes his head.

Stephen Rawlings: Trevor Jordan asshat! My special "Commissioner".

PA: Oh... The Commissioner.

Stephen Rawlings: Which one?

PA: Of Redemption?

Stephen Rawlings: Are you really this dumb? They are both Redemption Commissioners... Whatever, it doesn't matter. Let me through. I didn't see anything like that in the contract. They're just making things up again.

PA: Sir... There was another note...

He points at the clip board.

Stephen flips the page. On the paper is a typed up note.

Stephen Rawlings: "Dear Stephen, I assume you are reading this letter, because you are a predictable baboon." Says the man who looks like a monkey... "I have given this one man permission to tase you should the need arise. That means if you go against his orders and you try to force your way to the ring, after I forbade it, he will tase you in the balls. Do I make myself expressively clear? Yours truly, Trevor Jordan. Commissioner for the "Special" P.S. Don't forget you have a match tonight. I know those are words not heard much anymore. I expect to see you out there. "

Stephen takes the clipboard and throws it to the ground.

Stephen Rawlings: I hate that mother fucker!

He looks at the PA.

Stephen Rawlings: I have no feelings for you one way other. You are just doing your job.... Therefore, I will refrain from forcing my way to the ring. I don't want to have to break your arm disarming you of your taser. However.... I will say this. Your boss is a dick.

PA: Oh well, technically I'm your PA Mr. Rawlings, so that would technically make you my boss...

Stephen Rawlings: Well, then as your boss, couldn't I tell you to ignore that letter?

PA: Nope.

Stephen Rawlings: Why the fuck not? Hollywood is more fucking retarded than a group of people at a Joe Biden rally.

PA: Because the note was part of my contract. They were part of my employment. Besides being your PA, I am to follow you around, get you what you need, make sure you don't go out there right now... And make sure you don't "forget" your match.

Stephen Rawlings: Why did you just put air quotes around forget? I'm a goddamn wrestler and I've been trying to get a GODDAMN match, so don't give me that- Wait... So you've been stalking me all night?

PA: Yes.

Stephen Rawlings: And you're supposed to get me anything I need?

PA: Yeah.

Stephen Rawlings: How much time before my match?

The PA looks at his phone.

PA: Well, there's one match left before your'’s, so maybe 10-15 minutes...

Stephen Rawlings: Perfect... I'm feeling a bit stressed right now... And since I don't have to worry about this week’s 15 minutes of Rawlings.... I can deal with my stress.... I need you to find me a quiet closet, and then lend me your phone, a sock, and a belt.

PA: OK? For what?

Stephen Rawlings: And absolutely DO NOT let me out of the closet until it's time for my match.

PA: What are you-

Stephen Rawlings: Come on, let's go... Find me a closet...

PA: OK.. I will try!

The two walk away and the camera fades.

Belle Laveneau vs Pandora Ravencraft

Back and forth these two went from the opening bell, with the crowd firmly behind Pandora. The match showed a strong contrast of styles that made for great entertainment for the fans, with Belle Laveneau using her MMA based style against the risk taking naturally athletic style of Pandora Ravencraft.

The match almost ended early when she locked in a cross face, but Pandora got to the ropes. This seemed to anger Belle, who got violent after that and started hitting brutal punches and kicks, not giving Pandora a chance to gather herself. This went on for a while as she wore Pandora down. Then out of nowhere Pandora hit a sling blade followed by her finisher, Searing Vengeance (springboard tornado DDT), on Belle, but the burst of energy was expended and she was unable to make the cover.

As the match came to a close, the two some traded some big shots and moves that came to climax when Pandora went for Searing Vengeance, but Belle hit her with a superkick. Then she followed that up with a cradle suplex for the pin and the win.

[Donnie]

Conspiracy

An angry Chance Field is seen walking backstage with his fiancé, Lily Marx. The curvaceous blonde stands close to Chance, who has a look of disgust on his face.

Chance Field: It’s a conspiracy, you know that right? I’m the number one ranked wrestler, I beat that fat tub of lard, only to have some unqualified referee come out and restart my match? It’s not right. You know why they did this? Because Noah’s back. That dirty blooded bastard returns and they want to push me out.

Lily Marx: You’re looking at this thing all wrong. Noah may have the name and the history, but you’ve got one thing over Noah that will position you for the World Championship, even without a top ranking.

Chance perks an eyebrow.

Chance: What’s that?

Lily Marx: You’ve got a claim to a guaranteed title shot anytime you want it. So just take what’s yours and wait for the right time to cash in.

Chance smirks.

Chance Field: I like the way you think. Still, I’m going to petition to have the loss struck for my record on the basis of discrimination….

Stephen Rawlings vs Lyric
Special Enforcer Noah Field

As soon as the ring introductions were done and the bell rang, Rawlings began his antics. He’d slap Lyric, duck out of the ring. Taunt her, duck out of the ring. Kick her, duck out of the ring, as the crowd drew to complete ire. Finally, Lyric had enough and chased him to the outside, where Rawlings had lured her in, and then caught her with a clothesline and then suplexed her into the guardrail.

Rawlings got her into the ring, and was able to work his offense on Lyric at that point, getting a series of nearfalls. As the match progressed, Rawlings arrogance grew, until it cost him, and Lyric fought her way back into the match with a spurt of offense, capping it off with the Gaia Kick (roundhouse to the head) and pinning Rawlings, but he kicked out.

After that the two went toe to toe, trading moves. Rawlings went for Finishing Move, but Lyric slipped away. Rawlings went to the floor and grabbed a chair and rolled back into the ring. As he went to swing the chair, raising it above his head, Noah Field took the chair away, pulling it from his hands. Rawlings turned and shoved Field. Noah shoved him back, knocking him into the referee and stumbling. As he does, Lyric hits another Gaia Kick. Then she goes to the corner and hits Wheel or Fortune (springboard 450). With the referee out, Noah Field made the three count for Lyric to win the match.

[Donnie]

New Project

Shortly after his defeat to Casey Holliday, Jake Mason finds himself in a secluded area. As he has been seen many times, Jake Mason is on his knees with his feet under his butt. The Master paces in front of Mason, looking down with eyes never leaving her pupil. Finally, The Master stops and speaks.

The Master: Many may see what happened tonight as a failure on your part, but they fail to understand the effect of what you’ve done. Casey Holliday was without purpose, and with us showing her what her life would be without said purpose, she was able to correct a path that would have left her broken. Now she has the focus that made her a World Champion. Feel honored to be part of a reality shift. So few with your experience ever make it out of the training field. None before have ever shown results. I do believe it is time for you to go back home, and receive the accolades coming forth to you.

As The Master finishes her rare positivity, Lyric walks towards The Master and Mason after her victory over Stephen Rawlings. Lyric scoffs as she sees Mason bowing to The Master. The Master notices Lyric’s disgust as she walks by, and decides something needs to change. The Master’s eyes close, and flutter as a vision comes through.

The Master: On the contrary. I still need you here. Lyric shall be your next project. This project however, I don’t see a happy ending for the subject.

Lyric pauses, catching the tail end of the Master’s decree. She cracks her neck and turns, her eyes giving off a yellow glow, indicating Abbadon has taken control. She closes the distance and stands over Mason with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.

Lyric (as Abbadon): Really Mason? Still taking directives ‘cause you can’t think for yourself? Such a shame considering the way you just got owned by Holliday and believe me, that’s sad.

Her eyes flick up to focus on the Master, her lips curling in disdain.

Lyric (as Abbadon): And you, do you really think you’re doing him any favors by targeting me? You really need to rethink your strategy, honey…or what you consider strategy, which by my standards is quite pathetic.

Lyric’s face struggles with the inner conflict until it becomes obvious that Lyric has once again taken the driver’s seat. She gives them both an apologetic look.

Lyric: I’m so sorry about that. Abby’s had too much freedom lately and she needs a time out.

The Master lets out a chuckle.

The Master: On the contrary. Never be afraid to let your true self out. This is what we will be teaching her for as long as she needs learning. This may take a while, young one. We may have to go back home and rejuvenate ourselves. Thank you Lyric for showing Jake what he must overcome. You will leave us now.

Lyric crinkles up her nose as if she smelled something offensive.

Lyric: You need to take your ass home ‘cause the way you’re talking outta your ass, you might need to get it removed. Later bitches!

She heads off to her dressing room, not waiting for a response. The Master just stares as Lyric walks away.

The Master: Come young one. The future holds the answers you require.

The scene fades with Jake Mason rising to his feet.

Create A Target

On the outside barriers of where Fight Fest is being presented, Jason Sandman’s pick up truck pulls up. Sandman looks ready for his match as the camera crew comes running up. Sandman looks frustrated, but decides to give a message.

Jason Sandman: There comes a time when you have to decide. What are your morals? Where do your loyalties stand? These are questions I’ve tried to answer since Redemption reopened their doors. I’ve tried to be a good person. I’ve tried to play by the rules. I’ve tried to be what I thought you people wanted me to be. It hasn’t mattered. You people portray peace, when all you really want is war. War is what gets your pricks hard, and war is what pays the bills. So be it.

Jason Sandman pulls out his metal spikes from his pockets.

Jason Sandman: I can be war. Hell, I've lived the life of the man who created war. I know so many of you just wished that I would let myself slip. I would stare straight into the camera, and I would just lose all emotion. I would be a fucking shell and someone else would do the talking. That’s what Christian Dement wanted. He wanted to be able to say he courted Death. Win or lose, at least he could claim he survived. I don’t think this was ever about reclaiming his belt. He just wanted to prove the man who is the champion could be compromised. Risky game. You never know what the outcome will be when you poke the bull. He may just remain somber or he may gore your intestines into the next county. But it was a game Christian Dement demanded be played. For a while every time he’d poke, I’d take it in stride. No reason to charge. His time would come. Then….then….then he decided to show his hand. He decided to bring my daughter into our game.

Jason Sandman pauses for a moment.

Jason: It’s no secret that I don’t give a good god damn about a lot of things. I’m a man of simple tastes. No possessions that really make me weep if they are lost. My daughter….Brandy is the one thing people just love to try and use as a bargaining chip. A lot of nuts have been fried because they got too close and Brandy gave them old sparky. A few though. A few kept their distance and made threats of what they could have done and how they have opportunity. That’s the path Christian Dement chose. That’s the path to Hades. That’s when I snapped. I demanded Christian Dement be allowed back in the building, and it wasn’t until last minute when Fight Fest needed just a smidge more press that Teresa LaChance decided he could come back in to play. So now we come to this moment. Still keeping their liability out of it, but their hands reach for money. We have Jason Sandman possibly losing his mind and will for his chance at revenge. Dement last week you said you had fucked with my head. I’m on borrowed time. Dement I understand fully what’s about to happen. I am clear minded. You want to take my head to prove a point. Well make your fucking point. Better yet, I’ll make it for you.

Jason Sandman then proceeds to jam the points of his spikes into his head and pull down causing his forehead to bleed.

Jason Sandman: There’s a target for you. Come get a bullseye and prove what you believe in your mind. You are the champion. Only you can’t do it because you don’t believe. In your mind you’re just another peon trying to find his place in a world that’s forgotten you existed. Deal with it, bitch.

Jason Sandman opens the door to his truck and gets out. He starts heading towards the ring as the camera cuts back to ringside.

Main Event
World Championship Relinquishment
Unsanctioned Match

Trinity Nicole comes to the ring and thanks everyone for coming to Fight Fest. The lights go down and the closing credits of the show comes on the screens provided for the fans. The crowd seems confused until Christian Dement makes his entrance to deafening boos as people realize what’s going on. Jason Sandman makes his way out with a shopping cart full of weapons. Jason Sandman’s face continues to bleed as he rides down the ramp towards the ring. Christian Dement jumps out of the ring and meets Sandman as the two start throwing punches.

After they brawl around ringside for a few minutes, Christian Dement gives a low blow, and uses a chair from the cart to hit Sandman in the back. Dement then proceeded to throw Sandman into the ring. Dement did to waste any time trying to prove his point that he should be champion, by throwing suplexes left and right. With Sandman down, Dement went to the top ropes and comes off with Ego-Press (Shooting star press), but Sandman is able to get his knees up and Dements lands rib first.

Sandman rolls up to his feet, and went back to his shopping cart and pulled a barbwire ball out and threw it in the ring before pulling another chair out and flinging it into the ring. Sandman rolls into the ring and gets the chair before he repeatedly beats Dement with the chair, before going to get the barbwire ball and placing it on Dement’s back and giving a splash causing both of them pain.

Sandman then proceeded to move onto actual wrestling moves. Sandman knocked Dement to the mat and looked ready to call an end to the match. Sandman slid out of the ring and got a table. After pushing the table in, Sandman slid back in and almost as soon as he got to his feet, Dement rushed over with a NBK (Next Big Kick) (Running bicycle kick).

Dement pulled Sandman up and lifted the champion onto his shoulders. Dement looked ready to drop him with Third Dementia (Burning Hammer) when he sees Brandy Sandman on the apron. Dement walked over to Brandy with Jason still on his back. Dement tried to make a comment to Brandy, but instead received a cup full of Sandman’s “holy water” to the face. Dement dropped Sandman and held his face as he screamed from acid burns. Sandman gets up to his feet and sets up the table before kicking Christian Dement in the stomach and planting him through the table with his forgotten First Born Demise(Ganzo Bomb). Sandman then grabbed a hold of Dement and applied You’re Fucked(Dragon Clutch). Sandman leaned back as far as he could as Dement screamed out in pain and finally gave it up. Sandman repeatedly kicked Dement until he fell out of the ring, and then Brandy climbed in the ring as Sandman celebrated his victory.