Salvation 1

[Donnie]

Original Air Date: Match 27, 2012

Welcome to Redemption
by Donnie

The screen spans the sold out Grounds in St. Louis. With the arena sold out, packed wall to wall, Undaunted by Adrenaline Mob starts to play. Fireworks shoot from the ramp as the crowd goes crazy in anticipation. The scene spans to the announce table where you see a sideways shot of JJ Adams and Johnson McConnell. Then it pans to the ring before scanning the crowd.

Suddenly Under And Over It by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play. The crowd gives a hot, but mixed reaction. The hate for Field showing, but the opening of Redemption gives him some slight cheers. Tony Field steps out on the ramp wearing his designer jeans and button up shirt. Field, with a smirk on his face, makes his way down to the ring. Walking up the ring stairs, he looks all business as he slides between the ropes with a microphone in hand. He stand center ring, waiting for the hot crowd to settle down. Finally he starts to speak.

Tony Field: Welcome to the premiere of Redemption.

The crowd pops.

Tony Field: Tonight is a fresh start for many people. After the closure of PWA I bought up as many of their assets as I could, filed the paperwork, and obtained what of their roster I felt I could work with, and voila, here we are. Now I know a lot of you were around for Tremor, hell, it was in this same arena. But Tremor fell apart around me, that’s when I figured out the error of my ways. Yeah, I love running the day to day, but I’m a business man. Someone needs to cover that aspect of things. So it’s with great regret and apologies that I let you know that I will not be running the shows. My place will be behind the scenes.

The crowd pops at the prospect of not having Field’s nonstop interference in the federation. Field just shakes his head, not sure of what to make of the reaction, but then he presses on anyway.

Tony Field: Now with my staying behind the curtain, I needed someone who knows the business, knows how to run a show, and knows how to demand the respect of the roster. So I want to introduce you to the commissioner and show runner of Redemption, my former trainer, Derek Daughtery.

“What About Us” by Ministry starts to play as the crowd pops for the other St. Louis native and wrestling legend Derek Daughtery steps out, decked out in a suit. The large towering man walks down to the ring, climbing between the ropes, then stands center ring shaking the hand of Tony Field. Derek stands there a moment then finally addresses the crowd.

Derek Daughtery: Hello St. Louis…

The crowd pops.

Derek Daughtery: God how I love being back in front of a live crowd. Now this is a wrestling show, not a talk show, so I’ll get right down to business. Tony has given me full authority here. Now my first business is we have three titles we have to figure out what to do with. So tonight, to introduce Redemption, I’ve created a six wrestler tournament. Tonight, you’ll see three matches. The winners of those three matches will go on to fight in a triple threat match next week, the winner becoming our first reigning Redemption Champion.

Derek pauses letting the crowd soak it in before he goes on.

Derek Daughtery: So tonight, in our qualifying round, you’ll see Zakk Bryce face off against Chase Martelle.

The crowd pops at the prospect of these two wrestlers.

Derek Daughtery: You’ll also see Victor Jace square off against wrestling veteran and mat specialist Stephen Rawlings.

The crowd pops again, getting excited about the tournament.

Derek Daughtery: And in the final match, we are gonna pit two men together who know one another like the back of their hands. You’ll see Muru vs Ryan Shane.

The arena explodes in cheer.

Derek Daughtery: Now, let’s get on with the show.

“What About Us” starts to play again. Derek passes the mic off to a stage hand, turns to Tony. Tony nods toward the ropes and the two men climb out of the ring and start to make their way to the back as Daughtery’s music plays.

Who's In Control
by Mary

Immediately following Tony Field's announcement, the feed quickly cuts to a shot somewhere backstage of a door creaked slightly ajar. Standing in front of the door is Suzy Stiles looking rather enticing for the pilot show in a short, black, sequined dress. Her hair is tied back in a classy bun held in place with two black chop sticks. Suzy lifts a microphone up to her ruby red lips and begins speaking excitedly.

Suzy: Oh my god, ok... um, so are we on? We are? Ok oh... yeah, I'm like out here backstage in front of the personal dressing room of one of my all time favorite women's wrestlers! I'm standing in front of none other then Chase Martelle's dressing room. I'm like totally excited to meet her! I've been a fan for like ever! The door seems to be opened so let's go in and see how a diva like Chase gets ready for a match!

Suzy smiles and beckons for the camera to follow her as she casually opens the door to Chase Martelle's dressing room. As Suzy enters, she stops dead in her tracks as the camera zooms in closer to reveal Chase apparently in the middle of arguing with herself. Suzy looks back at the camera, a look of bewilderment brazen upon her face as it is all too apparent to anyone watching that she's unsure of what to do.

Meanwhile, upon closer examination; Chase appears to be staring into a mirror with her back turned towards the camera. Unaware that itis capturing every word she's saying, Martelle ignorantly engages in her argument... with herself.

Chase: No goddamnit! I'm in control, not you, Bitch!

A brief moment of silence passes until suddenly, Chase is seen shaking her head in defiance of something that's fallen upon her ears only.

Chase: No, I'm not doing that! You know I can't, Bitch!

Another awkward moment of silence passes. Chase is then seen shaking violently almost as if she's becoming enraged by something. She suddenly begins to yell out loud which frightens Suzy in the process.

Chase: Screw you, Bitch! I don't need you to succeed! I'm in control and I'll do just fine without you! I'M IN CONTROL! I'M IN CONTROL, BITCH!

Without warning, Chase rips the mirror from its perch, smashing it on the hard tiled floor. As the mirror shatters into pices on the floor, Suzy shrieks in fear; causing Chase to take notice of her and the camera crew behind her. The sight of Suzy and the cameraman sends Martelle into a frenzy as she begins to lash out at both of them verbally.

Chase: What the hell are you idiots doing in my dressing room, huh!? What did you see!? How much of that was recorded, huh!? Didn't you're good for nothing MOTHER TEACH YOU TO KNOCK BEFORE YOU ENTER SOMEONE'S ROOM YOU STUPID WHORE!

Before Suzy can react, Chase as at her throat, trying to squeeze the life out of her. Suzy kicks and flails in futility, as she is unable to fend Chase off. Seconds later a staff of security personnel is in the room and struggles to pull Martelle off of Suzy. As the syruggle continued, Shan Harper and Travis Trussler enter the room and are able to finally help pull Chase off of Suzy. As they do, Suzy slumps to the floor; gasping desperately for air. The camera pans off of Suzy and back onto Chase as the three members of security, Shan and Travis carry Martelle out of the room while she continues to struggle against them and wail out the same phrase over and over again.

Chase: I'm In Control! I'm In Control! I'm in Control!

Who Works for Who
by Donnie

Derek Daughtery just settles into his office not long after his in-ring introduction to the company when the door to his office bursts open. Derek jumps to his feet, but just as he does he makes eye contact with his boss and Redemption owner, Tony Field. Field doesn’t say a word, he simply strides over to Derek, reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a folded up white lined piece of notebook paper and slaps it down on Derek’s desk. Derek looks to Field, then to the paper as he starts to unfold it, absentmindedly talking to Tony as he does.

Derek Daughtery: What’s this?

Tony Field: The solution to the Heavyweight belt.

With the paper unfolded, Derek glances over, finding a set of hand drawn brackets. After looking them over, he looks back up at Field.

Derek Daughtery: I thought I was the commissioner. I thought this was my show to run.

Tony Field: It is your show to run, but as a part of my company. Think of yourself as the offensive coordinator and I’m the head coach.

Tony shrugs.

Tony Field: I’m lettin’ you do as you wish here with the other two belts, but this big belt, it represents Redemption, so I figured I’d give you a nudge in the right direction. You’re looking at your nudge.

Derek Daughtery: Tony, all due respect, but this undermines my authority here. If this is what you want, why do you even need me?

Tony Field: Hey, you’ve got some freedom with this. Do with it what you will.

Derek Daughtery: Oh do I? Looks like there’s nothing left to chance to me.

Tony Field: You do. Hell, if you really look I even gave you freedom over your own little pet project here.

Derek gives Tony a curious look, so Field presses on.

Tony Field: Look, I’m not stupid. You’re the one that pressed for Ravyn to be signed. Had it been up to me, she’d either stayed in retirement or walked her long legs out here in a dress each week to be a little eye candy. But I signed her on your word. I know you two have history, and I know that history very well. So I left her road to the belt in your hands. You find her first opponent. Someone in the company, sign someone new, doesn’t matter to me. I did that for YOU.

Derek Daughtery: Oh, gee, thanks for throwing me a bone. So I get what? One match out of all of this? And you act as if I’m supposed to screw her or hand her a win. I refused to do it. I want things thing as fair as humanly possible.

Derek points to something else on the bracket.

Derek Daughtery: And what the hell is this? Terminus with a bye all the way to the third round?

Tony smirks and shrugs yet again.

Tony Field: What can I say? He’s our guy around here. He’s our best bet to win that belt if you want this company off on the right foot.

Derek shakes his head.

Derek Daughtery: This is ridiculous. You’re clipping my authority.

Tony Field: Look, Derek, after I walk out that door, you do as you please. I won’t interfere, it’s your show. And book the matches as you want, when you want, how you want. Rush a tournament and get me a champion in a week or two, slow it down and give me a champion a couple months down the road. I don’t care. But you WILL follow my brackets I want or I’ll find someone who will. I’ve got an entire stack full of resumes back in my office, all of who’d love to have your job here.

Tony sighs.

Tony Field: I like you Derek, I really do. Believe it or not I got respect or you. Hell, D, you trained me and broke me into this business. And yes, you run the show here. But you still work for me, so don’t be surprised if I do pop in from time to time to shake things up. Understood?

Derek nods his head, Tony smirks and turns, leaving the commissioners office. Once the door is closed Derek angrily shoves a stack of papers of his desk, sending them flying across the room to the floor as he lets out a deep, ire driven sigh.

Derek Daughtery: What the hell am I getting myself into here?

Redemption Championship Tournament
Victor Jace vs Stephen Rawlings
by Tyler

'Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going inbetween the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud loon on his face, he leans over the top rope and receives a microphone from the time keeper.

Victor Jace: Redemption. What a wonderful name this place has. Fitting to. As I'm sure you're all aware, my final match under the Premiere Wrestling Alliance banner was won under unflattering circumstances. Despite my superiority despite the fact that I knew there was no way I could lose, I was pressured into doing something so unbefitting of my character that I vomited as soon as I got backstage. Despite the fact that I could not lose, I was driven to cheat. I don't know if it was the shots to the head with my protective mask, the low blow, or the DDT into the shards of plastic, but I felt disgusted that I had to resort such low tactics...

Jace pauses for a moment to stare at the ground, truthfully embarrassed by what he had just said.

Victor Jace: That's why I've come here, to Redemption. I came here because I felt the need to redeem myself, I felt the need to prove to everybody that, while I am still the Heir to Hardcore, I do not need to cheat in order to win a normal match-up. My opponent tonight will be the first step in my Redemption, my acquisition of the Redemption Title will signify that I have completely redeemed myself. Stephen Rawlings, I'm sorry, but we both know that you had no chance of beating me anyway. We both know that you're just some pre-requisite placed in front of me, and I'm in a way I'm glad. After I defeat you tonight, and am crowned Redemption Champion next week, I'll be sure you get the first title shot as a thank you. Now get your ass out here and let's start this thing...

Jace casually tosses the microphone over the top rope to his side, as 'Natural High' by Insolence begins to play. Almost instantaneously, Rawlings appears at the top of the stage and wastes little time in making it to the ring. The two men take their corners and await the ringing of the bell.

Johnson McConnell: What's his deal? There's nothing wrong with cheating...

JJ Adams: I don't agree with that, at all.

The referee rings the bell and the two instantly lock up in the center of the ring. Jace quickly gains the advantage due to his larger frame and whips him into the ropes. Rawlings comes back and is driven hard into the mat with a clothesline. He raises back to his feet almost instantly and manages to drive a right hand into the side of Jace's head, causing him to stagger slightly as it catches him off guard. Rawlings follows it up with two more right hands, and then quickly wraps his arms around Jace's waist and nails a belly to belly suplex.

JJ Adams: Nice Suplex there, he could have this if he covers.

Johnson McConnell: Are you kidding me? Did you not hear what Jace just said? No way is this over yet...

JJ Adams: Looks like we'll see!

Rawlings quickly hooks the leg of Jace but he manages to kick out at one. Wanting to wear him down, he shoves Victor's shoulders back to the mat and covers him again. Once more, Jace manages to kick at one and this time rolls out from under Rawlings and gets to his feet. The two meet dead center in the ring once again, and Jace quickly takes control with a boot to the stomach. Rawlings doubles over and pain and Jace lifts him straight up into the air with a vertical suplex, before dropping him back first across the mat. Jace pivots his hips and lifts him back up, before repositioning himself Rawlings and driving him hard into the mat with a German Suplex.

Johnson McConnell: Nice combo by Jace.

JJ Adams: Yeah, he's really showing us his determination here tonight.

Jace lifts Rawlings back up, but Rawlings greets him by headbutting Jace hard in the chin. Victor staggers backwards into the ropes and Rawlings quickly sends a flurry of punches and chops into the chest and face of Jace. Wanting to capitalize on his momentum, he whips Jace into the turnbuckle and charges inwards and smashing Jace into the corner with a huge splash. He then grabs a hold of Jace and attempts a Russian Leg Sweep, but Jace manages to elbow him a few times and counter it with a Front Russian Leg Sweep.

Johnson McConell: Looks like somebody has been naturally selected!

JJ Adams: Well, you seem to be a fan of his so I'm sure you know what's coming next then!

Jace follows up by quickly locking in the STS, leaving Rawlings out of reach of the ropes. He struggles for a few seconds in an attempt to break the hold, but with nowhere to go, he is forced to tap the mat and give up.

Johnson McConnell: Just like that, Jace wins it! He made Rawlings his bitch!

JJ Adams: I thought it was pretty close, actually...

Johnson McConnell: You would...

[Donnie]

Are You My Daddy?
by Paul

As Victor Jace and Stephen Rawlings comes to an end, the show moves from the ring to the front doors of the arena and shows Jason Sandman walking into the arena with a gym bag over his shoulder. As he starts making his way down the hall Suzy Stiles comes running up.

Stiles: Oh my God. Who are you?

Jason just looks over at the dimwit in amazement. While confused about what is going on he just smiles.

Jason: I’m your daddy, bitch. What do you want?

Suzy Stiles just stares at Jason with a look that asks “Are you really my daddy?” When she can’t figure it out, she just goes into what she came to do.

Stiles: This is Suzy Stiles and I am standing here with….a man calling himself my daddy.

Jason: Hand me the god damn microphone and just shut up.

Suzy Stiles just stares at Jason still confused about what is happening. Jason just exhales loudly.

Jason: I am Jason Sandman. Now what in the hell do you want.

Suzy Stiles tries to start again.

Stiles: This is Suzy Stiles and I am standing here with Jason Sandman. So Jason what are we doing here tonight?

Jason can’t believe what he is hearing.

Jason: Suzy let me ask you a question.

Stiles: Okay.

Jason: Who are you fucking? There is no god damn way you should be holding a microphone much less holding a job in any form with Redemption. You should be sitting in a room by yourself playing with your own shit. Now give me the microphone and go find some executive cock to suck.

Suzy Stiles looks at Jason Sandman with tears in her eyes and hands him the microphone. Jason watches as Suzy walks away, and then turns his attention to the nearest camera.

Jason: Glen Watts, I know you are in this building somewhere and I am sure you are watching this as I speak. Get ready mother fucker because before the end of this night I am going to break every bone in your body just to remind you how when you’re fake, the true will always break your false hopes. Deal with it Bitch.

After Jason finishes talking he looks down the hall and sees Suzy Stiles staring at him. Jason motions her the jerk off sign before putting her microphone in his pocket and walking to his locker room.

Opening Night Encounter
By Theresa and Donnie

A long shimmering charcoal grey limousine slides effortlessly to a halt beside the Superstar Entrance for Redemption Wrestling. A slightly built older gentleman springs from the driver’s seat and rushes to open the rear passenger door. As his trembling fingers touch the handle, the door springs open smashing hard against his flesh. A lovely young blonde bounds excitedly from the car, exuberantly stretching out her arms and taking in the scenery. She flashes a bright white smile to the parking area completely void of adoring fans. In her excitement over her first night, at the first show of her professional career she overlooks the man wincing and holding his hand to his chest in pain.

Long, well toned legs begin to emerge from the car, quickly followed by the rest of the curvaceous woman’s body as she stands to her full height. Red lacquered nails slide across the drivers arm toward his injured hand. Deep auburn tresses fall over her face as she studies the already purple area. She sighs and then begins to speak in her unmistakable Australian accent.

Ravyn: Graves, it looks like the youngster has done quite a number on your hand.

Graves: It will be alright Miss Samantha. If you ladies will be awhile I can drive to the nearest medical facility and have it looked at.

Sam shakes her head while slipping her arm around his shoulders, gently turning him toward the entrance.

Ravyn: My dear man, you are not driving yourself anywhere. You have been with my family and looked out for me for years. Why don’t we just have that hand looked at here? I hear Field has hired himself a great doctor. Female of course. And don’t worry about the bill either, I’ll have it taken out of kids pay ….

The younger woman moves toward them with a look of puzzlement.

Ivy: Did I do …. Wait … Out of my pay? I don’t get …..

Sam quickly gives her an icy look that makes her forget what she was about to say, and stiffly reaches to swing the back door open for the others to pass by. A security guard immediately steps toward them.

Ravyn: Alright Graves, it looks like they are set up over there. I’m sure this nice man will be more than happy to help you until I can get back to check on you.

Guard: Maam. I don’t think you should.

Her emerald eyes flash sharply as she holds up a hand for him to stop.

Ravyn: You’re right you don’t think. Now, if either Field or Daughtery has a problem with this then send them to me. Tell the doc to bill me … the name is Samantha VanRavyn … and don’t EVER give me a hard time about anything again. Got it?

Turning on her heel, she grabs Ivy’s arm and stalks down the hallway. Looking over her shoulder, she smirks as she sees the young guard sheepishly following her directions.

Ivy: Look out!

The warning came a little too late as Samantha barrels into a solid mass of humanity. Turning slowly, she attempts to hide her impatience, as she eyes the man before her. Raising her eyebrow, her emerald eyes slowly appraise the expensive suit covering the form before her and her irritation quietly fades.

Ravyn: Well if it isn’t the man, the commissioner himself …. looking very dashing too, might I add.

Before he could speak, her fingers are moving slowly up his silken tie, straightening it absently. Smiling softly she tilts her head to the side.

Ravyn: Hello Derek. I didn’t think I would run into you so literally or so soon. I know you must be horribly busy right now, what with opening night and all. So, I won’t keep you …. we should get together and catch up soon though. You have a good rest of your night though, Hun.

Sam attempts to move around the massive man she shared so much history with, silently hoping he would simply let her walk away – just this once.

Derek looks over Sam, chewing on some thought that he just can’t seem to grasp. Then he glances back at Graves and gives him a curt nod.

Derek Daughtery: Go on in, Dr. Wells will see you…and don’t worry, it’s on the house.

Derek then turns back to Ravyn.

Derek Daughtery: It’s been a long time Sam. What? Almost ten years I’m guessing?

Sam steps closer, smiling slyly.

Ravyn: Not quite ...

Derek Daughtery: The years have definitely treated you well. You look exactly as I remember you.

Sam nods slightly, reaching up and letting her fingers trace along his jaw softly.

Ravyn: Why thank you! Stress free life has done wonders for me. You’re not so bad yourself. You’ve been taking good care of yourself?

Derek Daughtery: You know me, always the gym freak. I think I work out even more in retirement than I ever did when I was active. Speaking of, I must say, I was shocked when you actually signed the contract I sent you. Here I thought you were intent on your little sabbatical from wrestling.

Sam takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully.

Ravyn: I was … but I realized just how much I missed ….. all of this.

Derek perks an eyebrow, obviously not buying it, but unsure of whether to press it on farther or not. After a long uncomfortable silence, he finally breaks the awkwardness.

Derek Daughtery: You do know there are better ways of dealing with it than just jumping right into the deep end somewhere like Redemption. We’ve got some heavy hitters here. The games changed a lot since the last time you or I were in that ring.

Laughing softly, Sam nods, silently noting that Derek no longer took to bait as easily as he once had.

Ravyn: Those were some good times. And you know I’ve never been one to do things the easy way. It’s all or nothing with me. I jumped right in when I first came to America, and you kept me from drowning while I got my bearings. I’d like to think I got pretty good at swimming with the big bad sharks in the deep waters of fed life. I think all that gold I dug out of storage certainly backs that up. You have to remember, I haven’t exactly been in a vacuum for the last few years. I remember all too well how to play with the big boys; I just have to be better, smarter and faster. I’ve even got a little tag along on Ivy that I am going to try and keep out of trouble. Speaking of, where did that little imp get to?

Derek nods toward the door.

Derek Daughtery: I think she felt a little responsible for Graves. She booked it back to medical with him.

Derek gives Sam a slight grin and shakes his head.

Derek Daughtery: Why do I get the feeling that while you’re gonna be trying to keep her out of trouble that I’m gonna have my work cut out for me trying to keep you out of trouble….

Sams laughs quickly and pats Derek on the shoulder in mock sympathy.

Ravyn: You could make it your life’s work and not succeed. Trouble might as well be my middle name, because I am soooo very good at creating it.

She holds up three fingers in a scouts salute.

Ravyn: I do promise to not make a complete wreck of Redemption …. That is if you don’t go all mother hen on me …. Now don’t you have a job to do or something?

Winking she steps to the side motioning for him to pass.

Derek just nods his head, wondering what he got himself to as he slides to the side letting her scoot by. With a quick wink Sam blows a kiss in his direction and continues her way down the hall leaving Derek to simply stare after her and shake his head.

Move, Bitch
by Drew

Backstage reporter Teresa LaChance can be seen pacing outside of the closed lockerroom door of Superstar Slade. Every few seconds she looks at her watch and then pauses to listen for signs of life behind the door. The door cracks open and she jumps out of the way just before the behemoth man she has been waiting for storms through the doorway.

Teresa LaChance: Slade! Slade! Over here!

She moves in front of the much larger man, blocking his path. He steps one way, she steps in front. The other… same result. He stares down into her smug face, growing angrier by the moment. Finally he leans toward the woman menacingly and growls.

Slade: I remember you…

Teresa LaChance: You should. I was working here when Tremor was still in business.

Slade: Yeah… that’s you. I don’t remember liking you then.

Teresa LaChance: You didn’t do much of ANYTHING the last time you were here. What’s to say you’ll do anything different now that The Grounds are re-opened under the Redemption banner?

Slade leans down even closer, forcing Teresa to flinch.

Slade: Anyone ever tell you your attitude sucks?

Teresa LaChance: Anyone ever tell you you’re not who you used to be anymore, and that Redemption is wasting money on you?

Slade: *smirking* No one who didn’t walk away with a permanent limp. Looking for one?

Teresa LaChance: I heard you have no issues beating up women. Well, except for your feisty fiancé, though. She’s the one who keeps you in check… where you should be.

Slade: You got a point to all this, LaChance? Or are you just outside my locker room, waiting to harass me?

Teresa LaChance: Yeah, I do have a point. Why are you here?

Slade: Unfinished business.

Teresa LaChance: …That’s it? “Unfinished business”? That’s all you’re going to give me?

Slade: What were you expecting? Some “evil genius” monologue, detailing my entire dastardly plot?

Teresa LaChance: It’d be nice.

Slade: Yeah—no. Well, there’s that permanent limp we talked about.

Teresa LaChance: Screw you, Slade.

Slade smirks and finally sidesteps the reporter.

Slade: No chance of THAT ever happening. I’m not Tony Field. Now if you'll excuse me, I have that unfinished business to address.

Redemption Championship Tournament
Chase Martelle vs Zakk Bryce
by Donnie and Mary

JJ Adams: Well, those were some interesting statements from Slade. But we've got more action to bring you here as "The Prodigy" Zakk Bryce gets set to take on "The Bitch" Chase Martelle in the second of three tournament matches for The Redemption Title!

Johnson McConnell: Can't say I'm a fan of Bryce, JJ. Pretty boys bother me.

JJ Adams: I'm sure pretty women bother you too, Johnson.

Johnson McConnell: Only when they're bat-shit crazy, JJ! Speaking of crazy bitches, here comes the glittering diamond of them all!

The arena lights begin to flicker suddenly as the original opening chords to Billy Idol's "Rebel Yell" resonate throughout the arena. The lights then shut off briefly while the original opening riffs of "Rebel Yell" abruptly fade out and are replaced a second later by the heavy, bass-laden riffs of Dope's cover of "Rebel Yell." The lights flicker again while a solitary spotlight centers upon the shapely visage of Chase Martelle; brandishing her trademark, stoic gaze, standing calmly at the top of the entrance ramp. A sudden but brief explosion of red pyrotechnics echo throughout the arena while "Rebel Yell" is now in full swing. The lighting in the venue returns to normal while Chase quickly surveys the audience and the atmosphere in the arena then sprints down towards the ring. Chase hits the ring apron then quickly slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. She swiftly kips to her feet, then scales the closest turnbuckle to acknowledge the cheering from the audience in attendance. After eating up the adulation, Chase back-flips off the turnbuckle then proceeds to limber up in preparation for her match.

Johnson McConnell: "The Bitch" is one nimble little minx! But I wouldn't get any where close to her, JJ! Did you see her attack Suzy Stiles just for entering her dressing room!?

JJ Adams: It was definitely unwarranted but Suzy should have the common sense not to go barging into the dressing room of a woman who proudly calls herself " The Bitch!"

A slight sound of feedback hums over the speakers as the arena is covered in light blue lighting. Then the opening riffs of The Hurt (Paid My Dues) by House of Broken Promises starts to blare through the speaker system. Zakk Bryce steps out on the ramp as the crowd cheers, chanting "Prod-i-gy" over and over.

JJ Adams: Bryce looks to be favoring his knee here. You have to wonder if he's 100% here tonight.

Johnson McConnell: I would say he's still the favorite, but after watching Martelle wig out earlier on the show... I'm not sure if Zakk and his gimpy knee can handle a 135lbs. of unbridled psycho bitch; trying to claw his eyes out

Bryce ignores the crowd and limps down the ramp favoring his knee, sliding under the bottom rope. Bryce heads straight to a neutral corner and starts to stretch using the ropes as he awaits his other opponents.

JJ Adams: Mike Ganz is calling for both competitors to he center of the ring here.

Johnson McConnell: Look at Zakk hobbling, he shouldn't even be in there. Then again, neither should Martelle. She's better off in a padded cell with nothing but a straight jacket and one of those masks Hannibal Lecter wore in Silence of the Lambs!

Referee Mike Ganz calls both competitors center ring, gives them the rundown, and then motions for the bell starting the match. Bryce and Martelle lock up. Bryce pulls of a standing switch into a rear wristlock. Martelle pulls at her arm a bit, trying to get leverage, and then she reverses with a rear wrist lock of her own.

JJ Adams: Nice reversal by Martelle here. She may be mentally unstable, but her "alter ego" can certainly wrestle!

Johnson McConnell: I think that's more attributed to Zakk's bum knee, JJ.

JJ Adams: Martelle is really applying the torque and... what the hell is Slade doing?

Johnson McConnell: Looks like business is about to pick up, JJ!

A murmur is heard from the crowd. With Martelle and Bryce oblivious, Slade jumps the rail, steel chair in hand, and slides into the ring behind Bryce and Martelle. He slams the chair hard against the head of Martelle, taking her down violently.

JJ Adams: Oh my! That was uncalled for! Slade just leveled Martelle with a vicious chair shot!

Johnson McConnell: Looks like karma is the real "bitch" here, huh JJ?

Bryce turns to Slade and goes to hit him with a haymaker, but Slade nails him with the chair as well. He glances at Martelle, shrugs his shoulder, then sneers at Bryce as he walks over toward him.

JJ Adams: Now Slade plants Bryce to the canvas with a chair shot here and Mike Ganz is calling for the bell! No... The match is being thrown out! Skade had no business ruining this match!

Johnson McConnell: HA! Look at Slade scaring Ganz out of the ring! I love it!

After running the referee out of the ring, Slade turns his attention back to Bryce and starts to hit chair shot after chair shot on the knee of Bryce as Zakk writhes in pain. Slade then takes the steel chair and sets it up in the ring. He pulls Bryce up by his hair, then drops him knee first against the chair with a powerful knee breaker, slightly bending the chair.

JJ Adams: Oh come on! Enough is enough! Slade is trying to deliberately end Zakk's career here!

Johnson McConnell: Slade's sending a message and that message is a simple one. Don't piss the man off! I gotta say,mits pretty damn convincing!

Still not pleased, Slade lifts Bryce again, tucks his head, and then motions to the crowd, who pour down their boos. Then he slams Bryce against the chair with the Last Trip.

JJ Adams: This is too much! You've mad your point Slade! The man is beaten enough!

Johnson McConnell: The big man doesn't play lightly, JJ! Bryce had this coming if you ask me.

Slade stands there a moment with a satisfied look on his face, then goes to exit the ring. Just as he reaches the ropes he notices Chase Martelle starting to move again. Slade just grins to himself and walks over to Martelle, gives her a couple of hard kicks to the ribs.

JJ Adams: Oh come on... Kicking a woman while she's down? Yeah, you're a real tough guy, Slade!

Johnson McConnell: Maybe this is exactly what "The Bitch" needs, JJ! A thorough ass kicking might correct whatever wiring is crossed in that messed up head of hers!

Slade starts to bend over to lift up Martelle and ignals for The Final Trip again, when the lights suddenly go out.

Johnson McConnell: What's going on? A power outage?

JJ Adams: No, something far more sinister!

A Thunder strike is heard as the lights lift to a dim. Fog rises up from the ramp as bells are heard. The opening beats of Cry Little Sister by Ventana starts to play. More fog fills the ramp until the beat finally hits full stride, then the fog lifts and Dante Saffron is standing on the ramp.

Johnson McConnell: Ok, this is getting ridiculous now! why is Dante Saffron out here?

JJ Adams: Well if you had done your homework, you'd know that Dante Saffron and Chase Martelle used to be together. My guess is, Saffron is out here for her!

Saffron stalks down to the ramp. Slade shoves Martelle aside, who’s barely moving from the viscous chair shot moments before. Saffron climbs up on the apron and steps into the ring with Slade there to meet him.

Johnson McConnell: The tension is thick here! Come on Slade... beat him down!

JJ Adams: Slade and Saffron are beginning to jaw at one another here and...

Saffron and Slade start to trade punches, neither man gaining any ground. Finally Saffron takes the edge and whips Slade into the ropes. Slade grabs the ropes, holding himself back, and then slides out of the ring.

JJ Adams: Saffron gets the best of Slade here but Slade is eyeballing intently!

Johnson McConnell: Saffron must have a death wish! Did he not see what Slade did to Chase and Zakk here?

JJ Adams: Yeah, he attacked two very accomplished wrestlers while they're backs we're turned and used a chair to do it in the process!

Slade backs up the ramp, his eyes never leaving those of Dante Saffron’s. Saffron issues his glare toward Slade, then he finally turns to Martelle, who’s now moving and pulling herself up to the her feet. Saffron walks over to Martelle, trying to help her to her feet. Martelle shoves him away and shouts some unheard words at him. Saffron goes back to her again, only to be slapped across the face.

Johnson McConnell: Wow! I've never seen anyone do that to Dante Saffron and live o talk about. Martelle may be insane but she's to giant cojones to say the least!

JJ Adams: Looks like that hard slap is a clear indicator that Chase hasn't forgiven Dante for his past transgressions against her!

Martelle just looks at Dante in disgust then drops to the mat sliding out of the ring, leaving Saffron standing alone in the ring. Saffron is beside himself and simply watches her walk up the ramp while Chase flips the bird back at hi. For good measure.

Johnson McConnell: Hey, this is a family friendly show, Martelle! Gestures like that are crude and unnecessary!

JJ Adams: If you had any clue as to their history, Johnson, you'd know Dante got off lightly with that vulgar gesture. We're sure this situation between Slade, Saffron and Martelle isn't over by any stretch. But right now. I'm getting word that a camera crew is standing by with Muru and Ryan Shane backstage!

[Donnie]

Second Chance
by Moo

The camera cuts backstage to a locker room where Muru is preparing for his match later tonight. Muru is seated on one of the benches lacing up his boots when you can hear the door slam open. Ryan Shane storms into the locker room to address Muru and he isn’t happy.

Shane: What are you doing here?

Muru: Says the guy who just barged into my dressing room…

Shane: You know what I mean. Why are you here? This is supposed to be my second chance, a chance to redeem myself.

Muru: I don’t see what the problem is. This is a big place. There’s plenty of room for both of us to get some redemption.

Shane: You’ve had you time in the spotlight. This is my time.

Muru: I know your time is “right now”. You’ve been saying that for years, and I’m still waiting.

Muru laughs to himself a bit enjoying the playful jab he just delivered.

Shane: That attitude is why you don’t deserve to be here. This is serious business.

Muru: I take wrestling seriously, but you have to enjoy life. If I spent all my time worried about how to make it to the top instead of working at it I would become…you.

Shane: I work hard, don’t you question that. I’ve just never been given what I’ve deserved.

Muru: Sometimes that’s how thing work. You can’t just blame everyone but yourself.

Shane: But I can blame you, you knew I was coming here and you piggybacked on that.

Muru: When did you become so selfish? You’re definitely not the little boy I used to babysit.

Shane: That’s right I’m not, tonight I’m going to prove that to you. I’m going to show Tony Field that he made a mistake bringing you in. He should have passed on you like so many other organizations before. When you look at the roster all you see is talent, he didn’t need to be so desperate. I’m going to beat you tonight and go on to become the first ever Redemption champion.

Muru: Harsh. I guess all that’s left to say is good luck. May the best man win.

He extends his left hand to his younger cousin. After a moment of hesitation he shakes it and stares Muru in the eyes before releasing his grip.

Shane: Don’t worry, I will!

Shane exits the locker room while Muru goes back to getting ready.

Earn My Respect
by Andrew

~ Redemption Commissioner Derek Daughtry is shown seated behind his desk and scanning a few documents in front of him when his concentration is broken by the sound of knocking at his door. ~

Derek: Yeah...?

~ The door opens a crack and a young man with curly red hair pops his head in and casts an uncertan gaze toward Daughtry. ~

Eric: Mr. Daughtry? My name's Eric McLean, and I was recently offered a chance to compete here.

~ Derek looks up from the stack of papers and peers at McLean for a moment. ~

Derek: You were the kid that Tony and the gang assaulted last summer, weren't you?

Eric: Yeah...Yeah, I was.

Derek: Sorry to bring that up, but I just needed to put a face to the name, if that makes any sense. Anyway, c'mon in...What can I do for you?

~ McLean steps into the room and then takes a deep breath before he addresses the Commissioner. ~

Eric: Well, I recently receive the copy of my contract and I think there might be some mistake...

Derek: Oh...?

Eric: Yeah.. Because when I was approached to join this federation, I was left with the impression that my contract would pay me enough to allow to make ends meet for me and my family.

~ McLean reaches into his jeans pocket and produces a folded up sheet of paper which is then placed on Derek's desk. ~

Eric: ...But this contract lists me as being level one enhancement talent, and barely pays me enough to feed myself, let alone support my wife and kids.

Derek: Hmm...Well, sometimes mistakes happen, so let's see if that's the case here....

~ Daughtry and then sifts through the stack of papers for a moment before grabbing a sheet near the bottom. He then glances at it, and then at Eric's copy of the contract before letting out a long sigh as he shrugs his shoulders. ~

Derek: Hate to tell you this, kid...But there isn't any mistake. I've been given the same copy of the contract that you have...

Eric: You're shitting me....

Derek: I shit you not...I apologize if anyone told you any differently, but this is the contract that you're expected to sign if you wish to compete here...

~ A crestfallen McLean stands in front of Daughtry for a moment, taking deep breaths to compose himself, before he finally shakes his head. ~

Eric: I see. Well, I guess that means that I'm gonna have to continue to search for an alternate place of employment, then. I appreciate you checking into that for me, though....

~ With that, McLean spins on his heel and prepares to leave, only to be stopped in his tracks by the sound of the Commissioner's voice. ~

Derek: McLean...Wait!

Eric: Why should I!? There's no way in hell that I can support my family if I sign that contract, Mr. Daughtry.

Derek: Maybe you're right...But what if I were to offer you a different contract to sign....A contract that's considerably more lucrative than the one you've been offered? What if I gave you a contract like...this?

~ Daughtry rises to his feet, takes a sheet of paper from the top of the pile and hands it to Eric. Red takes the slip of paper and goes wide-eyed before staring intently at the Commissioner. ~

Eric: What...What would I have to do to get this contract?

Derek: Simple. The way you earn this contract is to earn my respect. If you gain my respect, then you gain this contract...No questions asked.

Eric: I see...

Derek: Now, you seem like a pretty smart kid, McLean, so if I were to mention that there's still a open slot for a match on the show...

Eric: I'd probably find a way to make certain that slot was filled. I'll leave you to your work, Mr. Daughtry...But there's a good chance that I'll be back before too long...

Derek: We'll know soon enough, kid...

~ With that, Eric nods toward Derek and exits the room, leaving the Commissioner alone with the stacks of papers in front of him. ~

Derek: Yeah...We'll both know soon enough.

The Challenge
by Andrew and Blake

Flogging Molly's "Black Friday Rule" blasts over the PA system, and sections of t the crowd rises to their feet and pops when twin bursts of red pyro erupt during the first notes of the song. Grinning sheepishly, Eric makes his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. The Boston native takes a moment to soak in the fan's cheers, before he enters the ring and lifts the mic in his hand to address them.

Eric: Hi, everyone. My name's Eric McLean...Though some of you probably know me better as Eric The Red.

A few sections of the the crowd cheer to acknowledge their support for the young Boston native. Eric nods and then his lips turn up into a rueful grin.

Eric: Of course, some of you probably just know me as the guy that Tony Field assaulted in order to announce his return to the Premiere Wrestling Alliance....

A few sections respond with a mixture of boos and cheers, depending on their view of the Real Deal.

Eric: 'Course, some of you probably don't know me at all...And that's part of the reason why I'm out here tonight. I'm out here because I realize that I can't expect everyone here to have followed my career in PWA and EPIC. So it's up to me to introduce myself, and to do so in a manner that will ensure that I won't be forgotten by you...

McLean glances up the ramp as he continues to speak.

Eric: ...Or by Redemption's powers that be. So, with that in mind, what I'd like to do is to extend an invitation to anyone on Redemption's roster to meet me here right here, and right now. I think the best way to introduce myself to everyone here is to show you exactly what I can do inside the ring....

Red glances up the ramp again and breaks out into a slight grin.

Eric: So...Anyone in the back willing to oblige this request...

Red stands in the center of the ring, staring up the ramp at the entrance, when suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, as “In Ashes They Shall Reap” by Hatebreed is heard over the PA.

BORN TO BLEED

FIGHTING TO SUCCEED

BUILT TO ENDURE

WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME

A spotlight on the entrance ramp begins to pulse to the beat of the kick drum as the words repeat.

BORN TO BLEED

FIGHTING TO SUCCEED

BUILT TO ENDURE

WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME

An explosion goes off on the entrance ramp and sparks fly from the soundstage and fall from the rafters as Ashton Crowley walks slowly out onto the entrance ramp, flanked by his two bodyguards Peter Greene and Sean Callahand, while the crowd showers him with boos, some of the fans remembering him from the PWA, but most remembering him from his past endeavors at the Grounds. Crowley stands, for a moment, holding a microphone in his hand and waiting for the crowd to calm down, when the chants begin.

CROWLEY SUCKS!
CROWLEY SUCKS!
CROWLEY SUCKS!

Finally, Crowley has heard enough and cuts off the crowd.

Crowley: Well, shit. I missed y’all too.

The crowd explodes into a riot of boos as Crowley just smiles wryly.

Crowley: As much as I’d like to stroke y’all’s egos and let ya think I give a good goddamn whatcha thin, I got business to attend to here…So, if ya don’t mind…Red. It’s been a while bud. I’d have figured you’d be livin’ under an overpass or somethin’ by now. Or…Maybe that’s why you’re in the center of the ring, makin’ an ass outta yourself and beggin’ for a fuckin’ job.

Again, Crowley is cut off by the boos of the crowd, and the chants of “Crowley Sucks” start up again, this time, annoying Crowley enough to address them.

Crowley: Hey. My time’s precious, here…So why don’t y’all shut the fuck up and let the grown ups talk for a minute?

The crowd reacts about how you would expect, but Crowley soldiers through and continues, his voice dripping with contempt and sarcasm.

Crowley: See, Red, there’s a reason why ya were left out in the cold when the “powers that be” threw this place together. It’s because…How can I put this so I don’t bruise your little ego…It’s because you’re a no-talent assclown. I mean, come on Red…I’d say you’ve got the charisma of Stephen Rawlings, but I don’t think I wanna insult the pigfucker that much just yet. This is your big introduction to everyone here. This is your big chance to show the brass that ya belong, and your big lead up is “I think the best way to introduce myself to everyone here is to show you exactly what I can do inside the ring?”

Crowley’s impression of Red draws a mixed reaction of derision and amusement from the crowd as he and McLean stare intensely at one another.

Crowley: Ya got the personality of a fuckin’ eggplant, and you’re just a waste of fuckin’ oxygen in the ring. This place is for the best of the best, kid, so why dontcha do yourself a favor, get the fuck outta the ring and let the adults get to work instead of wastin’ everyone’s time with a match that you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of winnin’.

Eric simply responds to these words with a smirk as he shrugs his shoulders.

Eric: Jeez, Ash..I appreciate the kind words and all, but what I'd appreciate even more is for you to shut you mouth for once in your freakin' life and drag your sorry ass to the ring! After all, that's why you came out here right now, wasn't it...?

Crowley looks down at the ring, then starts laughing heartily. After a moment of laugher, he finally raises the mic to respond.

Crowley: You…You think I came out here to fight ya kid? Well, shit. I hate to disappoint ya, but first of all, I ain’t medically cleared to wrestle yet after that war that Tony and I had right here in good ol’ St. Louie a few weeks back…

Crowley gets a cheap pop from the crowd at the Grounds, both for his mention of St. Louis and for the mention of he and Field’s epic final match in the PWA. He laughs and elbows Callahan, saying, “See, I toldja it’s that easy.”

Crowley: But most of all, ya just ain’t worth my time, kid. Ya weren’t worthy of sniffin’ my jock in the PWA, and ya aren’t worthy of sniffin’ it here. But, unlike our asshole owner, I’m a benevolent man. I can see the fire in your eyes, kid, and I know it takes guts to come down here and throw out an open challenge, even though every single person in this locker room is laughin’ their asses off at ya right now. So, tell ya what…I’m gonna throw ya a bone. Ya want a match, I’ll give ya a match.

Crowley looks at his two thugs and motions to the ring.

Crowley: Seanie. Pete. Have at him.

The two bikers grin widely and both make their way to the ring as Crowley grins and slowly disappears to the back.

Eric McLean vs Peter Green and Sean Callahan
by Andrew and Donnie (commentary)

JJ Adams: Looks like we're about to have an impromptu handicap match because Crowley doesn't want to dirty his own hands.

Johnson McConnell: Dirty his own hands? Crowley has won how many championships? And McLean's green. Christ, he's on an enhancement talent contract. Does a man like Ashton Crowley truly need enhancing?

McLean steps back and watches Peter Greene and Sean Callahan advance toward the ring, before separating so that they can enter the ring from either side and flank the Boston native upon entry. Eric the Red glances from the larger man (Greene) to the smaller one as they simultaneously jump onto the ring apron and then springs into action by stepping forward and leaping up into a Dropkick that catches Greene in the chest. Peter hurtles off the apron down to the floor; and Eric jumps up to see the other man advancing toward him with the intent of knocking him into next week with a Spear. McLean manages to leap frog over the attack, and then proceeds to catch Callahan on the rebound with a Snap Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex that drives the biker into the mat ! After noticing that Tracy Briggs has entered the ring, Eric quickly transitions into a cover!

JJ Adams: McLean with the cover...

1...2...Thr-Broken up with a double axe-handle to the back by Greene!

JJ Adams: Man that was a close call.

Johnson McConnell: Yes, it was. McLean must really want that contract from Derek Daughtery. He's looking like a man possessed here.

JJ Adams: Looks like Greene is going to try take control here.

Johnson McConnell: He should, it'd be quite embarassing to both these guys, and Crowley should they lose a handicap match to enhancement talent.

Greene continues to lay into McLean with a series of forearms to the back, and then pulls him up by the hair and sends him reeling into the ropes with a nasty uppercut to the throat. Peter steps forward and connects with with a stiff right hand to the jaw, and then grabs the arm and whips him into the ropes. Greene then catches his foe off the rebound and lifts him into the air with a Flapjack, and a now recovered Callahan catches him on the way down and returns the favor from earlier by driving him into the mat with a thunderous Spinebuster! OH! The ring shudders from the impact and Eric lies on the impact with his back arched in pain. After a momentary discussion, Callahan applies the cover, making a point of grinding his forearm into his foe's throat as the official tolls the count.

JJ Adams: This should be it.

1...2...T-Kick Out!

JJ Adams: McLean kicks out!!

Johnson McConnell: Idiot. You can't win this match. Just lay down and lose. Daughtery will understand, trust me, I know.

Undaunted, the two bikers put the boots to McLean with a series of stomps before Greene pulls his foe up and places him in a standing head-scissors. Callahan hops onto the second rope, and after Peter lifts his foe upside down into Piledriver position, Sean leaps off and pushes down on Eric's feet to add even more force to the Spike Piledriver! THUD! McLean's head bounces off the mat, and he rolls around on the canvas clutching the back of his head until he's finally corralled by Callahan who stomps down hard on his throat. As the crowd rains down boos, Sean steps back and grins at a satisfied Crowley as the latter nods in in approval; meanwhile, Peter has applied a pretty insulting cover by dropping to one knee and placing a single hand on his foe's chest.

1...2...THR-NO! Mclean kicks out!

~ Peter goes wide eyed, and glares at McLean as he delivers a series of knee stomps before dropping down and applying a more traditional cover...

1...2...THRE-ANOTHER kick out!

Greene groans in disbelief, but now Callahan has stepped forward and holds down Eric's legs while his partner applies a third consecutive cover...

JJ Adams: This kid has a lot of fight. I love his heart.

Johnson McConnell: You better, because this is a royally boneheaded move fighting this match this way.

1...2...THREEENOOO! Shoulder Up at the very last moment!

An unimpressed Crowley shakes his head and yells "Just beat the guy till he can't get up, ya idiots. Think ya can handle THAT!?" Greene and Callahan both nod in response, and then Sean drags his foe up and hooks his arms from behind while Peter delivers a two-fisted volley of punches to the body, followed by a stiff right to the face. Eric's legs sag and Peter steps back to deliver the coup de grace with a Running Yakuza Kick to the face....WAIT! ARE YOU KIDDING!? Somehow, Eric manages to slip out of Sean's grasp, and Callahan gets nailed in the face instead! Peter just stands there with a wide-eyed look of shock and disgust on his face.; and Eric takes advantage of this lapse in concentration to connect with a Dropkick to the Knee that dumps Green face first to the mat. Without wasting a moment, Eric grabs his foe and spends hm spinning violently to the mat the Gator Roll Facebuster that he calls RED ALERT!

JJ Adams: I think I really like this kid. This kid just doesn't know what the words give up mean. And listen to this crowd.

Crowd: Eric! Eric! Eric!

Johnson McConnell: He's definitely something.

McLean appears to debate the idea of going for a cover, but then turns his attention toward Crowley at ring-side and mouths the words "This is for you, Ash" as he turns his attention to Callahan as the latter stumbles drunkenly to his feet. Sliding behind him, Red sinks in a Cross-face Chickenwing, and then cranks on the hold for a moment before falling backward into the Millennium Suplex he calls ERIC'S TRIP! In one smooth motion, Eric rolls his foe over onto his stomach and flips forward into the bridge while keeping the submission hold locked in, completing the application of THE CRIMSON TIDE! Callahan screams in help and begs for mercy, but neither appears to be available, and he quickly realizes that there's only one thing left for him to do...

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jayden Skiles: Here is your winner....by submission...ERIC "THE RED" MCLEAN

JJ Adams: McLean's done it.. He's faced huge insurmountable odds and he's won.

Johnson McConnell: I'm not as much concerned with that, but how pissed is Crowley going to be at his two goons after this loss?

McLean releases the hold and then rises to his feet, standing over the downed bikers while keeping his gaze fixed upon Crowley. With a smile on his face, Red invites Ash into the ring, but Ash's only response is to turn around and walk up the ramp without saying another word. Red keeps his gaze fixed on him as the former Dysfunct departs, and then breaks out into wide grin as he realizes that he's delivered a pretty memorable introduction to the members of Redemption, and made it apparent that he's not going away any time soon. ~

[Donnie]

Careful What You Ask For
by Andrew and Paul

"JUMP THE FUCK UP!!!"

~ At THAT point, twin burts of white pyrotechnics go off as Jump the Fuck Up" thunders over the arena. As the boos become even louder, Terminus steps through the curtain and takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance with an expression of contempt apparent beneath his mask. He then strolls down to the ring, keeping his gaze focused upon the squared circle all the while as he mouths the lyrics to this Soulfly/Slipknot collaboration...~

Motherfucka, you don't understand all my hate!
Motherfucka, you don't understand all my rage!
Motherfucka, you don't understand all my pain!
Motherfucka, you don't understand!

~ Glen then slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then takes another moment to drink in the crowd's hatred
before he addresses them in a a cool, matter of fact tone of voice. ~

Terminus: Evening, everyone. Been a while since you've seen me inside a ring, hasn't it...? In fact, the last time I was in this ring, I was competing against Josh Cantrell in a Taipei Deathmatch, and beating his ass into a bloody pulp.

McConnell: He sure did, and the sight of Cantrell lying soaked in a pool of his own blood was one of the greatest sights I've ever witnessed!

Adams: I'm sure it was...In fact, it had such an emotional impact on you that you complete forgot that Glen was just as beaten up as Josh was by the end of that match.

McConnell: Whatever. I see you lips moving, JJ...But all I hear is blah, blah, blah. And the reason for that is 'cause I'm focused upon listening to someone whose opinion really matters around here...

Meanwhile, Glen stands in ring center, listening to the crowd hiss and boo and rain down insults and catcalls before he raises the mic in his hand and speaks into it once more.

Terminus: ...And, I've gotta say...A whole hell of a lot has changed since then. One federation closes down, and another rises from its ashes. So here I am, entering a whole new federation..Knowing full well that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Adams" What's THAT supposed to mean...!?

McConnell: Well, if you could shut up and listen for a second, I'm sure we'll find out.

Terminus: See, when I was in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, I was for for all intents and purposes, unbeatable. I defeated every single person that I faced in that federation., and in many cases did so without breaking a sweat

*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*

Terminus: ...Now, I grant that due to an.,..unfortunate accident...I may be a bit banged up, but I'm here to tell you that when I am able to compete in this federation, the exact same thing is gonna happen. I was the single most dominant competitor in PWA, and I will be the single most dominant competitor in Redemption. You may not like it, but I guarantee that...

Jason Sandman: You guarantee that your mask is used for autoerotic asphyxiation. Come on man there are kids present. You shouldn’t be talking about that shit.

Live your way comes on the speakers and Jason Sandman comes walking out of the back with his personalized chair in hand. The fans let out a loud pop as the most interesting man in PWA history raises the chair in the air. Jason takes a walk down to the ring, and throws his chair over the ropes before sliding in under them. Jason jumps to his feet and smiles at Terminus.

Jason: So what’s been going on Glen? Still playing the fakey role?

Glen grins through his mask as he regards the good friend of the man who replaced him as Terminus.

Terminus: Hey everyone..Look who it is. It's Jason Sandman....The man who acted as my personal bitch at Mob Rules IV. Gotta say...I'm a bit surprised to see you here, Jason. I would have figured that you'd have drank yourself into a state of oblivion by now. Anyway, what brings you here, Sandman? You run out of booze...? Or did ya come here because you thought that people here might actually be interested in anything you had to say?

Jason: I’m here because Cassandra Chase has been calling me day and night ever since Ring of Beauty closed. I guess she needs someone around who can actually give her some good dick, but since I am already in the ring I figured I should probably fix a mistake that I allowed to fly for far to long.

Glen directs a nasty glare toward Sandman and appears clearly displeased about Jason's decision to mention his significant other. Still, he manages to compose himself after taking a deep breath or two and keeps the smile fixed beneath his mask as he issues his reply.

Terminus: Appreciate your concern for my girlfriend, Jason...But I can assure that she's doing quite well, thanks for asking. Anyway, let;s talk about this so-called mistake that you made. Could you be referring to the fact that I beat one of your best friends into a near coma, just because he was incapable of serving as a replacement of someone who was a far better competitor than he could ever have been in his whole useless life?

Jason: Oh I’ll destroy you in due time for what you did to Evan, but this isn’t that right now. No, Glen this has everything to do with what you call your face. Ever since Evan gave you the mask you have been nothing but a fuck up with it. Oh you gave Terminus an edge that Evan didn’t, but honestly fucker you haven’t done a god damn thing to make that mask mean anything. So I come to you this day in the city of where ever the hell we are to play repo man. The free ride’s over.

Glen responds by giving Jason a sarcastic "golf clap".

Terminus: Nice speech, Sandman, You delivered it so well that if I didn't know you any better, I would actually have thought you might have believed it. Thing is...I DO know you, Jason, And I know damned well that you don;t have what it talks to back up your words. So, I think it's probably best to stop wasting everyone's time, and crawl back under the rock where you've been living, so...

Jason just smiles at Terminus and as he does he pulls two spikes out of his pockets.

Jason: I was really hoping you wouldn’t do this the easy way. I am going to enjoy this, and don’t think for a second that I give a damn that you’re already hurt.

Jason puts a spike in between his middle and ring fingers on both hands.

Jason: No to me I am just putting a damaged bitch out of her misery.

Glen goes wide eyed, but stands his ground and manages to keep his voice calm as he responds to Jason's threat

Terminus: Sandman...You think that'll really provide you with the satisfaction you want? You and I both know that isn't the case. How about you give me a bit of time, and then see if you can beat me at my best...?

Jason: You want time huh…..Okay I can give you some time. I looked on the sheet in the back and there is an open spot latter in the show. I can kill you then. Give me time to get my babies nice and sharp.

The crowd pops in expectation of the match to come, but Terminus doesn't nearly as enthused as he directs a cold, dead stare in the direction of the VA native.

Terminus: ...Fine. You want a match tonight, Sandman? You've got one. Just remember the old saying, though. Be careful what you ask for...'Cause you just might get it.

Jason: See you then bitch. Now if you will excuse me Cassie is calling again.

Jason walks over to the ropes and flips over them leaving Glen alone in the ring.

Shady Results
by Donnie

The infirmary is vacant outside of Zakk Bryce, sitting on an exam table as he awaits the results of his X-Ray. Next to him is his fiancé Gwen Ashmore. Gwen holds Zakk by the hand, grasping it tightly.

Gwen Ashmore: I should’ve been there.

Zakk shakes his head.

Zakk Bryce: No, it was gonna happen either way. Had you been out there, that Neanderthal would’ve hurt you as well.

Gwen nods her head and lifts Zakk’s hand to her lips, giving the backside of his hand a peck. Zakk sits there with a stewing look on his face.

Zakk Bryce: It’s just…new place, new start. Winning that belt, it would’ve…

Zakk is interrupted as Dr. Mary Wells approaches Zakk with a short plump nurse standing nearby on her heels. Dr. Wells gives a long hard look at the X-Ray, then down to Bryce.

Dr. Wells: Mr. Bryce, it appears to be a sprain with some slight ligament damage. You may be hindered for a few weeks, but I see no reason why you can’t compete.

She glances over to Gwen.

Dr. Wells: I’d get him some crutches or a wheel chair, have him stay off the leg for the next five days. After that, just some typical exercises for him will work it out.

She pulls out a printout of papers and passes them on to Gwen.

Dr. Wells: Here are some basic exercises to do to work the knee out. I’d suggest working it in one hour periods two to three times a day.

With that Dr. Wells turns on her heels walking away before either Zakk of Gwen can say a word. Just as she gets out of earshot the nurse steps in front of her and stops, forcing Dr. Wells to stop in her tracks.

Nurse Fisher: Doctor, that assessment was….

Dr. Wells gives a hard look at Nurse Fisher.

Dr. Wells: What? That assessment was what?

Nurse Fisher: Off. I saw those X-Rays. He shouldn’t be near a ring and should’ve been sent for additional testing…

Dr. Wells interrupts her with a hard look.

Dr. Wells: Ms. Fisher, we are paid to keep the product moving forward, Mr. Field made that clear when he hired me for the job here. The product don’t keep moving if we are putting wrestlers out of action the first week of production. I assured him I would do all I could. Now true, Mr. Bryce probably shouldn’t be wrestling for the next 3 to 5 weeks, but I don’t foresee any real problems should he compete. Now you can push this, we can put Mr. Bryce out of action. But then we will both have to answer to Mr. Field. Now I know what I’m making here, and it’s quite a bit more than what I’d make anywhere else. I’m sure you’re in the same boat.

Dr. Wells paused, eying the reaction of Nurse Fisher. By reading her reaction, she confirmed what she thought, so she continued on.

Dr. Wells: Right. So keep your mouth shut, follow my lead around here and you’ll continue to collect in your rather large paycheck. Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.

With that Dr. Wells brushes past Nurse Fisher as the scene fades.

Replacement
by Andrew

Fade in to a shot of Terminus, lingering near the entrance of the locker room used by members of Redemption's crew of enhancement talent. After a moment, a stocky, mocha-skinned man emerges from the entrance, and Glen quickly steps forward while addressing the man by name...

Terminus: Gabe! Gabe Gable! Long time no see...

Gable stops and regards the masked man with a mixture of uncertainly, awe, and suspicion in his gaze as Termi nus approaches him.

Gable: I know....

Terminus: Good to see ya, man. As you already know, your Dad was an old acquaintance of mine back in Japan, and it's nice to see that you're still following in Art's foot-steps.

Gable: ...Thanks, Glen. Still haven't reached the same level that my old man has, though. I keep tryin' but never really seem to get anywhere...

Terminus: Yeah, but you know as well that it only takes one big win for someone to reach the next level and really make a name for themselves in this industry...

The masked man then stares intently at Gable

Terminus: ...And that's why I wanted to talk to you, Gabe. I wanted to give you the chance to gain that breakthrough victory.

Gable stops and goes wide eyed as he stares at Glen.

Gable: What...What do you mean?

Terminus: Well, as you know, I'm supposed to wrestle Jason Sandman tonight...And I'm giving you the once in a life-time chance to wrestle in my place.

Gable: Say what!? You can't be serious, man!

Terminus: I'm dead serious, my friend. Gabe...This is brass ring. All you gotta do is reach and grab it.

Gable: You make it sound so easy...

Terminus: It's not as hard as you think. You took Slade to the limit on a couple of occasions back in Tremor, didn't you...?

Gable: Well...yeah.

Terminus: ...So you already know you have what it takes to hang with the upper echelon. Next step is to find a way to someone who occupies that status, and then doors that you didn't even know existed will start to open up for you...

Gable: Yeah....But...

Terminus: But nothing, man. I've got full faith in your ability to beat this guy. You think I'd extend this offer to you if I didn't think you were capable of winning this match...?

Gable: I...I guess not...

Terminus: Exactly! Gabe...Chances like this don;t come around that often. You know that as well as I do. My question to you is this...Are you gonna take advantage of this chance?

Gable: ...

Terminus: Gabe....Please...You gotta do this for me...You gotta do this for yourself. You just gotta do this...

Gable: ...When's the match take place?

Terminus: Five minutes.

Gable: WHAT!?

Terminus: It's short notice, I realize...

Gable: You THINK...!?

Terminus: But that'll make your victory over Jason that much sweeter, won't it?

Gable, after a long sigh: Fine. Worst thing that could possibly happen is me getting my ass kicked, and it ain't the first time that's happened....

Terminus: That's the spirit! I appreciate this from the bottom of my heart, Gabe. You have no idea of how much this means to me...

~ Gable shrugs and begins to make his way toward the ring. Glen lags behind him for a moment, wincing as he clutches his side, before lifting it up so that he check on the bandages that are still wrapped around his torso. ~

Terminus: No...You really don't have any idea...

Jason Sandman vs Gabe Gable
by Andrew

~ Live your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes. ~

~ "This place will self-destruct in...five seconds"

~ The crowd immediately erupts into boos as these words echo over the PA system, and the jeering grows louder with each passing second as the countdown that begins his well known entrance theme continues. But once it reaches the count of One, the music abruptly stops and the beginning of a different song begins to play...~

"JUMP THE FUCK UP!!!"

~ At THAT point, twin burts of white pyrotechnics go off as Jump the Fuck Up" thunders over the arena. As the boos become even louder, Terminus steps through the curtain and takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance with an expression of contempt apparent beneath his mask before he turns his attention to Jason and addressing him in a condescending tone of voice. ~

Terminus: Y'know, Jason...Right now, there's nothing I'd enjoy more than to head down to the ring and erase that stupid smirk off your face using only my bare hands. But, as I was making my way down here, I started to realize that I really wouldn't be doing myself any favors from beating down a competitor who hasn't been in the ring for a while, and who clearly isn't on my level. So, in the spirit of competition...and because I'm such a nice guy...I've decided to provide you with the chance to shed some of that ring rust, and face someone you MIGHT have a chance of defeating...

*MASSIVE WE HATE YOUR GUTS HEEL POP!*

Adams: Of all the nerve...Who does Terminus think he is?

McConnell: Just a guess, here...But he probably thinks he's a damned good competitor who has the experience to gauge just how talented an opponent really is.

~ Jason glares at the masked man and yells out that Glen should get his ass into the ring and take his beating like a man. But Terminus remains unmoved and simply smirks as he continues to speak...~

Terminus: So, without further ado, allow me to introduce you to your new opponent, Jason. Hailing from New York, and weighing 257lbs...This is Gabe Gable!

~ I Will Be Heard by Hatebreed begins to play over the PA system and Gabe steps through the curtain and makes his way down toward the ring, holding out his hands for fans to slap while keeping his gaze focused upon the man in the squared circle. After taking a deep breath, Gable hops onto the apron and vaults into the ring, before stepping back to his corner so that he can gather his thoughts before the match begins. Sandman continues to burn a hole through the masked man at ringside with stare as the ref issues some final pre-match instructions, and then mouths the words "Enjoy the show, bitch" just before the opening bell rings. ~

*DING!*

~ Sandman rumbles out of the corner and advances toward Gable, who circles away and searches for an opening to exploit. Jason doesn't give him any, however, and simply focuses upon cutting of the ring; after a couple of moments, Gable finds himself being maneuvered toward the ropes and realizes that he's going to have to engage his rival. With that in mind, he lunges forward with the intent of locking up...only to absorb a knee to the gut for his troubles. Jason follows up with a stiff headbutt that sends Gabe staggering back into the nearest corner. Sandman takes a moment to measure him, and then follows up by spinning into an attempted Rolling Elbow. Ducked! Without wasting a moment, Gable drops down and takes Sandman down into School-boy Roll-up for an early pin fall attempt: ~

1...T-Kick Out!

~ Jason jumps up with an annoyed expression on his face and charges at his foe. But once again, Gable stays a step ahead of his foe and takes him down with a sweet Drop Toehold. Jason's a bit slower to rise, and Gable takes advantage by chaining into a tight Magistral Cradle pinning combination for yet another pin fall attempt...~

1...2...Kick Out!

~ Gable decides that it's in his best interest to continue to press his advantage, and lays into the rising Sandman with a series of stiff forearm shivers that eventually drive the larger man into the corner. Gabe then grabs his foe's arm and attempt to whip him into the ropes. No! Reversed and Gable is sent back-first into the turnbuckles instead. Sandman proceeds to charge forward with the intent of decapitating his foe with a Running Corner Clothesline. NO! Gabe gets his boot up at the last moment. Jason is and Gable follows up by hopping to the second rope and leaping off into a Blockbuster that bounces the back of Sandman's head off the mat! ~

Adams: Great move by Gable, who's looking really impressive in the opening portion of this match!

McConnell: Looks like Terminus was right after all, wasn't it?

~ As the crowd pops, and Glen smiles, an excited Gable quickly rolls over and applies to cover to his stunned opponent.~

1...2...Kick Out with some authority by the big man. Undaunted, Gable waits for his foe to rise, and then boots him as hard as he can in the gut to double him over. Gable then applies a standing head-scissors and lets out a war cry as he prepares to lift his foe up and execute THE GABLE DRIVER!~

Adams: OH! WAIT! SANDMAN COUNTERS!

~ Indeed, Jason manages to shift his weight to block and then lifts his foe up and charges forward so that he can ram him back first into the turnbuckles! THUD! Gable slumps in the corner, and can't defend himself with Jason follows up with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that sends him flying halfway across the ring! Sandman slowly climbs to the ring and directs a nasty glare in the direction of the non-plussed Terminus before he turns and watches Gabe begin to drag himself back to his feet while muttering the following words...~

Sandman: Let the sacrifice begin.

~ With that said, Jason charges forward and just SMOKES poor Gabe with a variation of the Lariat that he refers to as THE VENOM'S STRIKE! Gable crashes to the mat, looking dead to the world; but Jason clearly isn't in the mood to end matters yet, for he simply peels his foe off the mat and then then hoist him upside down into the air in Vertical Suplex position. Sandman keeps Gabe suspended in mid-air, letting all the blood rush to the head...and keeps him there...and keeps him there...and keeps him there.....and KEEPS HIM THERE....until finally, after the fans finally reach the count of "thirty" he finally drops down to complete the execution of the Stalling Brainbuster that he calls THE LONG DROP AND QUICK STOP!!!!~

Adams: Still think that Jason isn't on Glen's level?

McConnell: Well...He's better than I initially thought. Still not convinced, though...

Adams: Well, I don't think Jason's finished yet...

~ Indeed, Sandman chooses not to go for the cover, and simply peels the battered Gabe to his feet before booting him hard in the gut again. Sandman then applies the headscissiors and grabs the legs to hoist his foe upside down, and then spins around so that he can stare directly at Glen before DESTROYING Gable with the Ganso Bomb that he calls FIRST BORN'S DEMISE!
By now fans are chanting "Stop the Match!' and the official for the official for the contest prepares to do just that...Until his attempt to do so is cut short with a brutal forearm to the back of the head! Ganz drops like a stone, and the official signals for the bell to signal that Jason's been DQ'd. But Sandman could care less about that, for he simply peels Gable off the mat and hoists him up before kneeling down into a SECOND Ganso Bomb that leaves Gable lying in a crumpled heap on the mat! ~

McConnell: Jason's desire to send a message to Terminus has spiraled out of control, and Gable might be get seriously hurt because of it!

Adams: Well, it looks like it's on Terminus to stop this, but he doesn't seem willing to do anything to help his so-called friend.

~ Indeed, Glen simply stands there, staring impassively as this scene plays out before his eyes. The Angel stares hard at him and murmurs "Gaze upon your fate, Glen Watts" as he cinches in the Dragon Clutch known as DROWN IN STYX and wrenches on the submission for all that he's worth! Terminus stands in silence for a moment, and then simply shrugs his shoulders and begins to walk up the ramp without saying a word. ~

*ENORMOUS HEEL POP!*

~ By this time, Art Gable has arrived with a detachment of security guards in tow; Gable grabs Glen and begins to berate him, shouting "Why didn't you stop this, Watts!? Why didn't you DO anything!?" Glen simply shoves Gable away and leaves without saying another word; Art casts a withering glare at Glen before turning his attention to the ring, where security guards have finally managed to pry his son free of Jason's clutches. As Art checks on the condition of his son, the guards manage to escort Sandman from the ring, while the crowd buzzes about what they've just seen.~

Adams: That...That was quite the impressive display by Jason Sandman wasn't it?

McConnell: I-I Hate to agree with you, but I have no choice. He might not actually have officially won the match, but he certainly gained the attention of everyone who watched this contest.

Adams: Indeed he did, and he certainly sent a clear message to Glen in the process. It'll be interesting to see how Glen responds, won't it...?

McConnell: Yeah...It sure will.

[Donnie]

The Arrival
by Blake

Theresa LaChance is seen walking around stage, her camera man following her, looking as if she’s searching for something. She turns a corner and storms up to a locker room door, knocking on it quickly, before smoothing her skirt and stepping back.

LaChance: Okay, are we rolling?

Camera Man: Ms. LaChance…

LaChance: Look, he’s booked tonight, right? So that mean’s he’s here. Tony Field actually hired the one man in the world that he’s scared of. You don’t think we should get an interview of that?

The door to the locker room opens and a cloud of smoke rolls out, as Izzy High steps into the doorway.

High: Well hey there, little lady. Nice shoes, wanna fuck?

LaChance stares at High for a moment, letting out a soft cough as the smoke that rolls out of the room rolls into her face, before making a disgusted face and walks away.

Camera Man: Ma’am, we’ve been walking around backstage for a half hour now, and he’s not here. Maybe he’s not here yet…Or maybe he’s just not coming.

LaChance: No way. Field knows better than that. There’s no way that he would book Shawn St. James on a card without him actually being here…Especially not on the first show. He’s here…Somewhere.

LaChance and the camera man turn down a darkened hallway, when they catch a glimpse of a figure turning a corner.

LaChance: Come on!

LaChance starts hustling down the hallway, with the camera man close behind her. They turn the corner and the camera man runs square into a pale figure, dressed in all black, knocking him over. The camera lands on the ground, propped up so that it’s shooting up on the pale face of Shawn St. James.

LaChance: Mr. St. James. A few questions, if you please.

Silently, St. James looks at LaChance, then turns around and begins to smoothly walk down the hallway, appearing to almost disappear into the darkness as he does so.

LaChance: Mr. St. James! You’ve become known as Tony Field’s most bitter rival and enemy over your career. Please. Why did you sign here? What do you have planned?

St. James stops and the darkness around him seems to part momentarily.

St. James: Our motives are our own. You would not be able to comprehend them, even if we told you. We are here for our own reasons, and you and Tony Field will discover them in due time.

St. James begins to turn again, when LaChance offers up another question.

LaChance: We? Who have you brought with you? What is going on?

St. James turns back one final time and, as the shadows seemingly envelop him, he says…

St. James: Our name is Legion, for we are many.

With that, St. James disappears into the darkness, leaving LaChance and her camera man staring wide-eyed at one another.

Suicide Girl
by Bob

The cameras focus in on a female figure sitting in her locker room with her head down. She has her hair up in liberty spikes and is smoking a cigarette. She begins to speak.

Female Punk-looking woman: Redemption… isn’t that an effing fitting name for my situation?

As her head remains down clips from a wrestling company long dead are intercut. Images of a woman in bondage pants going through a table, delivering a corkscrew 630, and standing victorious in a wooden cage is shown. The image flashes back to the woman with smoke billowing around her.

Female Punk: I made my wrestling debut in 2004 and I was hailed as a great upcoming talent. No one could destroy me. I was the one who didn’t care. I was the one who thrived on chaos and excelled in that environment. I thrived on sex and violence and was rewarded with all the spoils that lifestyle brought me.

As she adjusts one of her studded bracelets clips begin to flash over her. The first of this woman holding a championship belt, standing victorious over the likes Muru, Thaddeus Walker, and Andrew Phillips.

Female Punk: But with that life of f’n decadence comes it’s risks. I played with fire and it was only a matter of time before I got burned. It was only a matter of time before my career was put at jeopardy. It was a matter of time before I fell. It was only a matter of time before I ended up a pile of bones in the middle of the ring.

The woman looks up with her dark mascara running down her face. Clips of her being delivered a neckbreaker by Christian Roman are shown. That is followed up by flashes of laying lifeless in the ring.

Female Punk: I was told I could never wrestle again. I was told that I my best option was training the next generation. And for five long years, I sat on the sidelines, teaching kids how to live their wrestling life like mine. I watched them gain the rewards but not suffer the same fate. But over the last few years, I became unsatisfied with my so-called fate. I’ve become unsatisfied because I listened to a bunch of lies about what I should have been and not listening to the anarchy that flowed through my veins.

She stands up and guzzles a Guiness lager.

Female Punk: I realized that I couldn’t sit on the sidelines any longer. I realized that…

She holds up a signapore caine.

Female Punk: Fate is my bitch!

She takes a drag of her cigarette.

Female Punk: Redemption is mine to gain and beginning next week, it will be mine for the taking. I don’t care if it belongs to someone or it was “destined” for another… I’m taking my career back. I Have two huge opportunities coming up and I am not going to waste them this time.

She stares at the camera.

Female Punk: For the first time in five years, Anarchy will return to the ring.

With that the screen fades to a graphic written in serial killer letters.

“SUICIDE GIRL” STEPHANIE BLISS”

Dismissal
by Drew

Slade is seen in his dressing room, preparing for his match against Shawn St. James. He has his headphones on, and the very faint sounds of Alex Clare’s “Too Close” can be heard. He has his eyes closed, and his head is bobbing to the music. Suddenly, the door slams open, and Teresa LaChance, Redemption’s lead interviewer, barges in unannounced.

Teresa LaChance: What the HELL was that about?

Slade calmly takes the earbuds out of his ears, turning with a look of mild annoyance toward the door.

Slade: Can I help you, LaChance?

Teresa, borderline flabbergasted at this point, storms forward, her camera crew trailing behind.

Teresa LaChance: Is that what you call your “unfinished business”?

Slade: I’m assuming you’re talking about the receipt I cashed in. Had to be done. He will understand, in time.

Teresa LaChance: How are you so… so… CALM about what you did to Zakk Bryce?!? You tried to DESTROY another man’s career!

Slade: See, people told me you were smart, but they left out how observant you were. Yeah, I did what I needed to do to put Bryce out of commission for now. When the time comes, I’ll finish the job.

Teresa LaChance: And what about Chase Martelle?

Slade: What about her?

Teresa sighs heavily, beyond exasperated.

Teresa LaChance: You almost took her head off with that chair, and if not for Dante Saffron, you would have ended her time in Redemption with that Final Trip you had planned. Again: too calm!

Slade sighs as well, sitting forward, leaning his elbows on his legs.

Slade: What happened to Martelle was an unfortunate consequence of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I really had no desire to take her out; she needed to be out of the way so I could get to Bryce though.

Teresa LaChance: Well I, for one, am really glad that Saffron was there to make the save.

Slade: That WAS interesting. I’d seen him die in Tradition, way back when… guess that just didn’t take. But like any other beast, as soon as he gets out of control, he’ll have to be put down, and I’m just the guy for the job. The really truly intriguing thing for me is seeing how much he’s evolved over the years. But that’s for another place, and another time.

Teresa LaChance: You know Dante Saffron from outside the wrestling business?

Slade dismisses the question, reclining against the lockers and closing his eyes again.

Slade: Now, if you’ll kindly let yourself out of my locker room—to which you were never invited in the first place—I have a match to prepare for.

Teresa goes to speak, but Slade has already put in his headphones, turning up the volume. He sees her mouth moving, but points to his ears, as if to say “I can’t hear you”, and shoos her out of the room.

Redemption Championship Tournament
Ryan Shane vs Muru
by Moo

Skiles: The following match is a first round match in the Redemption title tournament! Introducing first from Allen Park, Michigan and weighing in at 225lbs, Muru!!!!

Up on the tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp. Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and the he slides into the ring. He then raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers.

Adams: Muru looks ready tonight. He has spent the past couple of years bouncing around trying somewhere to call home but with little success, but he appears to be in great shape. I guess we will know once this match starts if Tony Field made a good decision or a mistake when it comes to signing him.

McConnell: I won’t sit here and pretend I know anything about Muru. All I can do is give my impression, and that would be, this guy can’t be taken seriously. What kind of name is Muru?

Skiles: His opponent is also from Allen Park Michigan, and weighs 210lbs, “Right Now” Ryan Shane!!!!

"Victim" by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. Pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. As he gets to the ring he hops onto the apron. He enters the ring and then stands and raises his hands high to the continuing sound of boos.

Adams: Ryan Shane isn’t taking his eyes off Muru. He is completely focused. Ryan Shane is probably known for his controversial runs in the former PWA.

McConnell: That was the past. We all know Ryan Shane is a well of untapped potential. I would bet the change in scenery is going to pay off big for him.

Inside the ring the two men are staring each other down, waiting in anticipation for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Adams: The bell sounds and it looks like Ryan Shane wants to get things going as fast as possible. He rushes in but the quickness of Muru sends him to the mat with a drop toehold. A second attempt and Shane fairs no better.

McConnell: Ryan Shane needs to calm down for a second. He needs to gain some composure and gain an advantage. Obviously Muru has more speed.

Shane is leaning against the ropes as Muru is playing to the crowd. Muru turns to Shane and waves him over. Slowing down a bit, Ryan joins his older cousin in the ring.

Adams: It looks like these two are finally going to lock up. They jockey over position and Muru still takes an advantage with a side headlock.

McConnell: A different approach but the same result. I think wrestling his older cousin for the first time might be getting into Shane’s head.

Shane tries to escape the hold with a couple of well placed elbows to the midsection of Muru. This doesn’t work so he instead tries to lift Muru up and drop him on his back. Again this doesn’t have the desired effect as Muru is able to flip out of it and land on his feet behind Shane.

Adams: A nice reversal by Muru and he sends Ryan Shane face first into the mat with a bulldog. He follows that up with an elbow drop to the back of the head.

McConnell: This has got to be frustrating for Shane.

Muru goes back to the side headlock. This time Shane is on the mat but he fights to get to his feet. Unlike before the elbows to the gut of Muru work and he breaks free. He shoots Muru into the ropes hoping to catch him on the rebound. Muru is able to hang onto the ropes and Shane gets caught with his head down.

Adams: Muru just drove his knee right into the face of Shane!

On instinct Shane puts his hands to his face and this allows Muru to leap up onto his shoulders. Muru hits a hurricanrana and holds the legs for a pin attempt. The referee slides into position.

ONE

TWO…

The dazed Shane kicks out in plenty of time.

Adams: Muru is really on fire early on in this match. Shane is going to have to find some way to get on the offensive.

McConnell: I couldn’t agree more, but I wouldn’t count him out just yet.

Both men are two their feet and Muru lifts Shane up on his shoulders looking to hit a Death Valley driver. Shane senses it coming and is able to right his way out of it. Finding himself behind Muru he uses a chop block to help ground the speedy Muru. From there he pounces and rapidly fires left hands into the head of Muru.

Adams: Ryan Shane is really letting Muru have it.

McConnell: He is just letting loose all that pent up frustration.

Shane continues the assault on Muru by lifting him up off the mat before planting him back down with a reverse DDT. He looks at Muru on the mat and heads to the second rope where he comes down across the chest of Muru with an elbow drop.

Adams: He calls that the Allen Park Elbow and it caught Muru square in the chest.

McConnell: Ryan Shane has finally gotten control of this match and is looking to end it.

Shane hooks the left leg of Muru in a pin attempt.

ONE

TWO…

Adams: I think he had the wind knocked out of him but it wasn’t enough to keep Muru down.

Not wanting to let up Ryan Shane locks in a sleeper hold as Muru is trying to make his way to his feet keeping him grounded.

McConnell: He isn’t done yet. A sleeper hold is a smart move to further wear down Muru. This will keep him from using his speed.

Ryan has the sleeper locked in tight but Muru isn’t giving up. Muru is doing everything he can to get to his feet and finally does. Shane leaps onto his back trying to keep the pressure on. Muru is able to get his composure long enough to slam Shane back first into the turnbuckle breaking the hold.

Adams: Muru trying to shake out the cobwebs sees Shane in the corner and charges in but eats a boot for his trouble.

McConnell: I’ve had a few of those in my lifetime, and let me tell you something. They are better to give than receive.

Adams: Someday Snap! Ryan Shane just connected with a devastating move to the back of Muru. This could be over!

McConnell: All he has to do is make the cover.

Ryan stands over the fallen Muru but instead of going for the cover he heads to the top rope. Once he climbs up there he looks down at Muru once again before raising his hands into the air.

Adams: He could have put Muru away but it looks like he wants to add insult to injury.

McConnell: If this works he’s a genius. If it misses he could be a goat.

Shane leaps with a frog splash but Muru returns the favor when he gets his knees up catching Ryan in the midsection.

Adams: He tried to use Muru’s finisher against him and it didn’t pay off. Both men are getting to their feet and a quick roll up by Muru…

ONE

TWO

THR…

McConnell: Like I said, almost a goat.

Adams: Muru on the offensive as he connects with an inverted atomic drop and follows that up with a clothesline.

As Shane is getting back on his feet Muru times it just right and springboards off the second rope with a moonsault. He allows him to get yet another pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

THRE…

Adams: Another near fall for Muru and Shane is just barely able to get his shoulder up.

McConnell: The tides have turned for Shane but he still has time to right the ship.

Muru is back to his feet first and tries to pull Shane up as well. He is met with a shot to the midsection for his effort. Muru counters that with a left hand to the side of the head of Shane. In turn Shane then connects with one of his own.

Adams: The two men are now exchanging punches, but it looks like Muru has the advantage.

McConnell: HAD the advantage. Ryan Shane just leveled the playing field with a well placed poke to the eye.

Adams: He follows that up with a kneeling jawbreaker and a quick roll up!

ONE

TWO

THR…

Adams: It’s still not enough to keep Muru down.

McConnell: Muru is pesky like a fly.

Ryan Shane pulls Muru to his feet and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle hard. He follows him in and launches himself into Muru sandwiching his opponent between the ropes.

Adams: A huge splash in the corner connects on Muru.

McConnell: It looks like Shane is building some momentum. It might be time to put Muru away.

Muru is groggy and Shane is looking to finish him off. He charges in and hopes to connect with a Shaning Wizard. At the last second Muru is able to get off of the way and Ryan Shane misses his mark.

Adams: The Shaning Wizard misses and Ryan Shane is livid.

McConnell: He was so close to winning, but he needs to keep his composure.

Adams: It’s too late. Muru has gained HIS composure and has connected with a boot to the midsection of Shane, doubling him over. Muru follows that up by grabbing Shane and delivering his version of a swinging neck breaker.

McConnell: That one moment of distraction might have just cost Shane this match. He is flat on his back in the middle of the ring.

Adams: I don’t think Muru is finished.

Muru points to the top rope and the fans cheer in approval. He climbs to the top and looks down at the prone Shane in the center of the ring. An instant later he is soaring through the air.

Adams: Muru Splash! A perfectly executed Muru Splash and now he is hooking the leg.

McConnell: Don’t count Ryan Shane out just yet.

Adams: I’m not but the referee might be,

The referee gets into position to count the pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!

The referee’s hand hits the mat for a third time. He then leaps to his feet and signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Skiles: The winner of the match, by pin fall, Muru!!!!

Muru gets to his feet and allows the referee to raise his arm in victory.

Adams: It was a hard fought battle but Muru was able to come out on top. Ryan Shane should be proud of the effort he put forth tonight.

McConnell: That’s a joke right? Shane didn’t get the job done tonight and now he’s out of the running for the Redemption title. There is nothing to be proud of. I bet he would tell you the same.

Ryan Shane is kneeling in the middle of the ring, visibly upset that he didn’t win the match. Muru turns to him and offers his hand. Shane refuses and gets to his feet on his own. This doesn’t deter Muru as he keeps his arm extended wishing to shake his younger cousin’s hand and let him know he appreciates the fight he put up.

Adams: Muru in a sign of sportsmanship is looking for a handshake but Shane is refusing.

McConnell: I don’t blame him. He just lost a match he KNOWS he should have won. The last thing he wants to do is sweep it under the rug and play nice.

Adams: I understand that, but the two men are family. That has to mean something.

McConnell: By the look in his eyes, it looks like Shane feels that family ends once you step inside the ring.

Shane just looks at Muru and shakes his head before exiting the ring. He heads the back with his head hung in shame. Inside the ring Muru continues to celebrate his victory.

Adams: It looks like Ryan Shane is going to head to the locker room and sulk while Muru is one step closer to being Redemption champion.

McConnell: I doubt Shane is going to feel sorry for himself. I bet he is going to use this lose as motivation, and I wouldn’t want to be his next opponent.

Adams: That remains to be seen. One thing I know for sure is that Victor Jace is going to have his hands full.

[Donnie]

The Bitch
by Donnie and Mary

Chase Martelle is seen in her dressing room backstage. She takes as seat and starts unlacing her wrestling boots when a shadow is cast down on her. She turns to see Dante Saffron standing behind her, staring down at her with a look that can’t quite be read. After an awkward moment, Dante finally speaks.

Dante Saffron: It’s been a long time Chase.

Chase Martelle: Two words... Piss... Off!

Chase replied angrily as she removes her boot and chucks it viciously in Dante's direction.

Dante doesn’t budge as the boot sails by him, clipping his shoulder. He just simplys stays put, looking down at Chase, studying her with an expression almost of regret on his face.

Dante Saffron: You do realize that you’re the reason I’m back, right?

It was clear his statement enraged her. Her face flushed a crimson hue of red as she laid into him with a venomous, verbal barrage.

Chase Martelle: Oh well whoop dee fuckin' do for me! FIVE YEARS Dante! It's been five years since you viciously beat me down! You broke my  femur and my collarbone! Five Years since you threw my love for you in the garbage all because of that asshole, Tony Field! Five Years since I've last seen or even heard from you! Then you have the audacity to come into my locker room, give me that stupid cromagnum daze and tell me... *mocking Dante's deep voice* You do realize you're the reason I'm back?

Dante lets out a deep sigh.

Dante Saffron: Look, I’m sorry, that’s all I can say. I can stand here and make excuses for what I did to you. I can try to explain it all, but it won’t matter and it won’t change the past. But you need to know that I’m sorry, and you’re the only person I’ve ever cared about, and you should know that better than anyone.

Chase merely clenches her fists, squeezing her fingers into fists and back out again repeatedly. She begins mumbling incoherently to herself... almost as if arguing with herself.

Chase Martelle: No, no... NO!

Chase closers her eyes suddenly, her neck creaking ever so slightly to her right side. An awkward moment of silence passes until Chase opens her eyes again. She appears more calm and collected as she glances seductively in Dante's direction.

"The"Bitch: Well, well... aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What, with those big ole' muscles all oiled up.

Dante gives her quizzical look, unsure what to make of it.

Dante Saffron: Chase, this isn’t you. What kind of game are you getting at here?

"The" Bitch simply giggles sinisterly in reply.

The Bitch: Oh, dear, sweet, dumb ole' Dante. The little powder-puff is to chicken shit to deal with you right now. So... I figured I'd keep you company in her stead.

The Bitch saunters toward Dante. She places a finger on his chest tracing it enticingly over his pectoral muscle.

The Bitch: You see honey, Chase still loves you. I have no idea why. After what you did to us... I'm about a cunt hair away from breaking your oafish neck. So, to protect... Us... from having that happen again, I figured I'd introduce myself and let you know... That any hopes you had for a happy ending with lil miss powder-puff, will happen over our dead body!

Dante closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then lets it out.

Dante Saffron: Chase, I know you’re in there and you still hear me. If this is what I did, is this is how I truly broke you, then I’m more sorry than I’ve ever been in my life.

Dante’s tone changes to something a little bit more menacing.

Dante Saffron: And as for you, whoever you think you are, you can play your control games and your revenge games, whatever you want. But I won’t give up on her. I’ve done a lot of evil things in my life. Everything about this God forsaken world I loathe, everything but Chase. She’s the only thing that’s kept me from breaking. And I will break you, one way or another.

Dante grabs her wrist, the wrist of the same hand that traced over his pecs.

Dante Saffron: And if you think you can lay your hands on me like that then you’re sadly mistaken. I’m not some Tony Field hack who can be easily seduced and manipulated.

The Bitch, winces in pain briefly, but somehow twists her wrist out of his grasp then smirks at Dante contemptuously.

The Bitch: My, this dog certainly has a bit of a bite! You should know Mr. tall, dark, and broody... you break me; you break her as well. Though, to be fair... your dear sweet love isn't exactly innocent in all of this. She just happens to have a little secret she is screaming for me not to reveal.

Dante gives her his million mile glare.

Dante Saffron: Oh there’s more than one way to break someone. Believe me, I’ve broken many people. And everyone has secrets, we all have demons. I have more than my fair share of them. Her secrets mean nothing to me, so try your little ploys elsewhere; I’m not buying into it.

Dante steps closer, pinning her almost up against a wall. He leans his face in close.

Dante Saffron: I don’t know how much of Chase you share in that head of yours, but you know that I’m one twisted and sadistic being. And I just don’t mean in the physical sense.

The Bitch looks up at him, un-phased and completely unimpressed.

The Bitch: Hmmph... If you ever get the chance to talk the lil Princess again... try asking her about our son.

The Bitch then aggressively shoves Dante away from her and calmly walks out of the dressing room paying no mind to Dante who apparently to be confounded in shock.

The Untouchable
by Donnie and Andrew

After watching Jason Sandman demolish his designated opponent, Terminus makes his way through the backstage corridors of The Grounds,with a look of annoyance in his eyes as he travels down the hallways toward his locker room.

The masked man appears to be deep in thought as he approaches the entrance to his private locker room- so much so that he only notices the presence of his one time arch-rival, Tony Field, at the very last moment.

Field glances down at the masked man, his longtime foe and newly found...friend...for lack of a better word. Field studies the other half the short lived tag team Dominant Species for a moment.

Tony Field: Sandman looked impressive tonight

Terminus appears to snap out of his trance and nods his head as he meets Tony's gaze.

Terminus: Yeah...Granted it was against Gabe, but...

Glen shakes his head and exhales into a short sharp chuckle.

Terminus: Normally I wouldn't be too concerned about what happened. But I'm not exactly at my best right now, so this is more of a problem than I expected it to be....

A wan smile appears through the mask.

Terminus: ...And you know just as well as I do how much I hate having problems like this in my life.

Tony strolls closer to Terminus, scrunches his forehead as he searches for the right words.

Tony Field: So what exactly do you think you need to...rectify the problem?

Terminus: Man...what don't I need, right now?. I need time to get myself into shape, and in the meantime, I need to find a way to keep Sandman in check.

Tony flashes his little smirk.

Tony Field: Well the man I see as the cornerstone of my company shoudl surely get what he has coming.

Tony pulls out a file, grabbing a sheet of paper from it and passing it over to Glen.

Tony Field: That there is a new contract I drew up last night. I thought it might come in handy. Money, years, that's all the same. But there are certain clauses that protect you.

Terminus arches an eyebrow in the direction of his former enemy, and current associate,

Terminus: Do tell...

Tony chuckles.

Tony Field: This contract more or less says that you answer to no one in Redemption but me. Not Derek Daughtery, not anyone. You want a match, you get it. You don't want a match, you don't fight it. And the best part....incidents like your little suspension in PWA...those, just like everything else, come from only me. And do you honestly think I'm gonna suspend my meal ticket.

Glen's lips curl into a full fledged grin at the sound of these words.

Terminus: Tony...I've gotta say, you really are quite the problem solver when you wanna be.

Tony Field: Hey, if I can't take care of my own, then what good am I? But just sign that and have it sent over to my office and you're covered.

Tony turns to walk out, then stops short.

Tony Field: Anything else you need?

Andrew: The masked man opens his mouth, pauses for a moment, and then breaks out into an evil grin.

Terminus: I may need some advice on how to make someone's advice completely miserable in the weeks to follow. Can I count on an old friend to provide that to me...?

Tony's smirk grows even more.

Tony Field: That you can...

Terminus: Excellent. Thanks for everything, Tony. Rest assured that you won't regret the faith you've placed in your new meal ticket for a single split second...

Tony laughs as he starts to walk away.

Tony Field: Oh believe me, I've went to war with you, there's no doubt I won't regret it...although the rest of Redemption might...

Terminus: ...Yeah, and one person in particular is gonna regret it for the rest of his freaking life...

Changed Man
by Turner

"Natural High" by Insolence starts to play. Stephen Rawlings, a bit heavier than he was the last time he was seen on camera, walks from the back. A small explosion of pyrotechnics goes off in front of him.

He raises his arms up, and the there is a mixed reaction from the crowd. He shows frustration on his face, from the lack of support, and give up on the rest of his opening rituals, and runs to the ring.

He snatches a mic from Jayden Skiles, and she quickly scurries out of the ring. Stephen makes sure he is in the exact center of the ring before he stops, and stands, silent for a moment.

Stephen Rawlings: I'm surprised and utterly disappointed in you all. You haven't seen me in years, and yet some of you boo me. What the hell? I thought I made amends for my heinous actions.

Stephen shakes his head.

Stephen Rawlings: Well fine. I'll apologize to everyone. I got a little obsessed over winning.... Over getting revenge on Tony field, and all his friends, and everyone else that had fucked me over the years. I thought I was doing what ever it took to win, but all i was doing was cheating... Cheating me out of respect, cheating my opponent out of a legit win or loss, and cheating all of you out of a quality match. Instead I was giving all of you a tainted piece of shit... And for that, you will never ever understand how sorry I am.

More of the crowd is starting to cheer, but there are still quite a few who are unsure.

Stephen Rawlings: But that is going to change. I vow on my incredible career, that I will never cheat again. It is wrong, and I have learned my lesson. This is a WRESTLING company. The reason I got started into the career. Because there is no one with more pure wrestling talent then me. No one who knows more moves than me.

Stephen's face gets serious.

Stephen Rawlings: But now onto something a little more serious. My pathetic loss today. I wish I could blame it on ring rust. For doing things like Celebrity Apprentice and Dancing with the Stars rather than wrestling.... But that's only half true....

He closes his eyes and takes a moment.

Stephen Rawlings: It's actually something a lot more serious. I have...... I have gained 15 pounds.... It is horrendous.... I can't move like I used to. I have less energy, less flexibility, less speed, and I feel embarrassed to take my shirt off. I feel so disgusting. And so I apologize wholeheartedly. I have gone against what I vowed and cheated all of you out of a quality match. This is unacceptable. it can't be undead, but it can be improved upon. I will lose my weight... Get back to my normal weight... And when I do, I will challenge Victor Jace to a rematch, and then I will prove to the world which of us is really better. Hint... It's me...

More of the crowd starts to cheer.

Stephen Rawlings: Don't think for a moment that I have beef against the man though. I don't. I may not agree with everything he does or says, but he beat me fair and square. You have to respect a man for that. But you also know how much I hate to lose, and thus why the rematch will be imminent once I am back to form. And back to form I will be. I will e training non stop until I get back to my normal weight. You won't see me any where but the gym and the arenas for Salvation. next time you see me. I won't disappoint you... I promise on my career.

He drops the mic and walks back to the back. About 75% of the audience is now cheering him on. He has a small smile on his face as he makes it to the back.

Main Event: Slade vs Shawn St. James
by Blake

Jayden Skiles: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Main Event! The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Places Unknown, standing 6’1” tall and weighing in at 221 pounds…SHAWN ST. JAAAAAAAAAMES!

The lights in the arena extinguish as static is shown on the big screen and can be heard throughout the arena as “Miseria Cantare – The Beginning” by AFI begins to play.

LOVE YOUR HATE, YOUR FAITH LOST
YOU ARE NOW ONE OF US

LOVE YOUR HATE, YOUR FAITH LOST
YOU ARE NOW ONE OF US

The song slowly melds into “The Leaving Song Pt. II” by AFI as flames shoot out from the entrance ramp and the static on the big screen melds into a video of Shawn St. James.

Slowly, the flames die away and reveal St. James standing in the middle of them, a calm, almost withdrawn look on his face as he stares, with one singular purpose, down at the ring. He raises his arms slowly and flames rise from the ramp, forming a wall on each side of him as he stalks, slowly down to the ring. He slides into the ring, underneath the bottom rope and stands in the center before letting his leather jacket slide off of his arms and down to the ring. Kicking it out, he slowly walks over and sinks down, sitting in the corner and waiting for his opponent.

JJ Adams: Shawn St. James made a very enigmatic debut today, here in Redemption, referring to himself as “we,” and calling himself Legion. What do you make of that, Johnson?

Johnson McConnell: I couldn’t tell you, JJ, but I’ll tell you one thing…That sure creeped me right the fuck out!

JJ Adams: I don’t agree with you about much, Johnson, but I’m with you there!

Jayden Skiles: And his opponent…Hailing from Odessa, Texas, he stands at 6’9” tall and weighs in at 295 pounds. He is…SLAAAAAAAAAADE!

The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and teal colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the curtain, wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black bandanna and sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His lips curl into a small smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on the side of the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs and moving around the ring. He slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.

JJ Adams: You’ve got to wonder about Slade’s mental state heading into this match, Johnson. He brutalized an already injured Zakk Bryce earlier tonight and tried to do the same to Chase Martelle and probably would have succeeded, were it not for the intervention of Dante Saffron.

Johnson McConnell: Slade’s always been a loose cannon, JJ. That’s part of the reason why he’s never been given the respect that he deserves. That’s also the reason that he’s my favorite to win the tournament for the Heavyweight Title.

St. James pushes himself up out of the corner and referee Terry Hudson calls for the bell as St. James and Slade begin to circle one another. The two men circle one another for a moment before leaning backwards into the ropes and sprinting at the big man. Slade lunges at the sprinting St. James, who quickly slides between the big man’s legs and pops up to his feet. Slade has staggered for a moment after the lunge and St. James takes advantage of this with a stiff kick to the back of the big man’s knee. The kick doesn’t bring the big man down, so St. James hits him with another and another until he has finally brought Slade down to one knee. He uses that opportunity to springboard off of the middle rope and hit him with a stiff kick to the back of the head, sending the big man down.

St. James quickly takes advantage of the fact that Slade is down for a moment, bounces off of the ropes and drops a quick elbow on the back of the big man’s head once, then twice. He springs up again and hops up onto the top rope as Slade begins to push himself up. He waits for Slade to gain his feet, then hits him with a missile dropkick, sending the big man stumbling back into the corner.

JJ Adams: St. James is using his speed to his advantage here, getting some quick but high-impact offense in on the bigger, stronger Slade.

Johnson McConnell: I know St. James hasn’t wrestled much in the last few years, but you wouldn’t know it. He’s on point to start this match!

St. James sprints at Slade and hops up on the middle rope, raining punches down on the big man’s head as the crowd counts.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Slade pushes him off and St. James somersaults back to his feet, then back onto the turnbuckle.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Slade pushes him off again and, again, St. James somersaults to his feet. He charges in again and, again, hops up on the turnbuckle. This time, Slade grabs St. James and throws him down to the mat with a huge powerbomb, shaking the whole ring with the impact.

JJ Adams: What a powerbomb by Slade! That shook the whole ring!

Slade stumbles out of the corner, rubbing his face where St. James punched him, and shakes off the wooziness, grabbing St. James by the hair and dragging him to his feet. Slade grabs St. James by the wrist and whips him hard into the ropes. St. James rebounds and ducks underneath Slade’s clothesline. He hits the other side of the ropes and comes back at the big man, ducking underneath his big boot and hitting the ropes again. He pops off the ropes once more and jumps at Slade, hitting a spinning wheel kick on the big man, staggering him back over the ropes. Slade lands on his feet and flips his hair back over his head as Hudson starts counting.

1,2,3,4,5…

Johnson McConnell: What the hell? That had to be the fastest count known to man!

JJ Adams: Ok, Johnson, this is just getting scary. That’s twice I’ve agreed with you now.

Slade pulls himself quickly onto the ring apron and climbs over the top rope, looking angrily at Hudson, who takes a step back as Slade stalks at him before Slade’s death stalk gets interrupted by a kick to the side by St. James. St. James kicks again, and again until, finally, Slade catches his leg and uses it to lift him high in the air before slamming him down hard to the mat. Slade stays on St. James, lifting him up off of the mat and whipping him across the ring into the turnbuckles. St. James staggers out of the corner and Slade grabs him, slamming him to the mat with a spinebuster.

Slade rolls off of St. James and pulls him back to his feet, whipping him into the ropes once again before hitting him with the Big F’n Boot, snapping St. James’s head back and sending him hard to the mat. He leans into the rope and comes off, dropping a big knee onto St. James’s forehead. He grabs St. James again, quickly, and drags him to his feet. He looks to the crowd for a moment before lifting him by the throat and slamming him down with a huge Chokebomb.

JJ Adams: What a huge move by Slade! He’s going for the cover…

Slade covers St. James, hooking his leg and Hudson drops down for the count.

1……….

2……….

St. James kicks out after the unusually long count.

Johnson McConnell: Again? What the hell is going on with Hudson, tonight?

JJ Adams: I’ve got no clue, Johnson, but look at Slade. He’s incensed!

Johnson McConnell: I don’t know about that, but Hudson’s certainly pissed him right off!

Slade gets back to his feet, incensed at Hudson, and stalks in towards the ref. He snarls something inaudible at him, backing him into the corner as Hudson is holding up his hands defensively. Meanwhile, St. James has dragged himself over to the ropes and is pulling himself up slowly. After a minute, Slade realizes that St. James is back to his feet and leaning on the ropes. Slade charges at St. James looking to clothesline him over the top rope and out to ringside, but St. James has the presence of mind to drop down and pull down the top rope, sending Slade toppling over the top rope and down to the ringside area. St. James lies on the ground as Hudson quickly begins his count.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10!

JJ Adams: And that’s the match! Slade just got railroaded here! That was the fastest count I’ve ever seen…Even faster than the first time!

Johnson McConnell: I don’t think this is over, JJ. Slade’s pissed and he’s making a bee line for Hudson!

Hudson calls for the bell as Slade pushes himself up to his feet, incensed at the outcome of the match. Hudson quickly gets out of the ring and starts heading for the ramp, before Slade cuts him off. He pushes him up against the guardrail and the camera catches him arguing with Hudson.

Slade: What the hell is wrong with you?

Hudson: I-I’m just doing my job!

Slade: The hell you are. You’re going to restart this damn match and give me a fair shake at this, or…

Slade is suddenly cut off, however, as St. James’s music is interrupted, as the arena lights go black and Vigil by Lamb of God hits the loudspeakers. White smoke billows out of the entrance and gold lights fill the Arena. Tyrael enters and walks to the top of the ramp. He stops right at the beginning of the ramp and stretches his arms out straight to his sides, in a crucifixion pose, staring down the ramp directly at Shawn St. James, who looks back at him with a look of disdain as the show fades to black.

JJ Adams: IT’S TYRAEL! The Archangel is here, and we’re out of time tonight! We’ll see you next time on Salvation!