Salvation 164 08.15.21

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Preshow

Christian Dement vs. Leroy
With the star power Christian Dement brought to this match, the crowd was on their feet in anticipation. However, they were not as pleased with the match as Dement was. Christian overpowered Leroy early and kept him right where he wanted him, taking punishment. Each time it looked like Dement was going to close the match out, he’d unmercifully pull Leroy back up, taunting the crowd the entire time. Finally, Dement nailed Leroy with NBK, setting him up for Third Dementia when he finally pinned him for the three count, giving Christian another victory.

Lucia Field vs. Michelle Dalen
The crowd was definitely unsure what to feel about the rookie upstart, her last name throwing them off balance. Lucia and Michelle fought a clean, technical match for the first half. It was at that point, Lucia showed her true colors, pulling off every dirty tactic in the Field family playbook. Each time the crowd would boo her, Field would laugh and punish Dalen even worse. Field finally grew tired of playing around with inferior talent and devastated Dalen with a double knee face breaker she called La Cosa Nostra, pinning her for the victory.

Cross Delaney vs. Joss Snow
The audience was hot to see another new face in Joss Snow, equally amped to see how he would fare against Cross Delaney. Snow didn’t look like a rookie with the way he kept Delaney off balance with his sudden flurry of strikes and his quicksilver speed. Snow exhibited some of his flexibility and agility when he leapt to the top rope and then came flying off, capturing Delaney in a corkscrew moonsault that left him reeling. Joss waited patiently for Cross to rise, catching him in a jumping cutter that he calls Snowfall. Snow rolls him over easily and pins him for the three count.

Opening Match
Slade vs. Stephen Rawlings

As Salvation 164 opens up at the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia, the crowd is electric as they wait for the much anticipated match between Wrecking Crew’s very own Slade and self-proclaimed “Mr. Wrestling”, Stephen Rawlings. What began as an attempt to insult Rawling’s previous thorn in the side, Lyric, quickly escalated when Slade came to her defense, to which Rawlings took exception to. The war of words prompted the front office to book our hot opener tonight.

Slade was first to the ring, looking eager to get his hands on Rawlings. But when it came time for Rawlings to make his way down, no one appeared. A nervous looking stagehand was shoved from behind the curtain, an index card in one hand and a microphone in the other. He nervously glances back at the curtain once more before finally raising the microphone to his lips.

Stagehand: Please excuse me for interrupting, but I have a message from Stephen Rawlings that he asked me to read.

He glances at the card briefly and then gulps loudly.

Stagehand: I, Stephen Rawlings, will not be competing tonight. I have come to the conclusion that Slade isn’t worthy of being in the ring with “Mr. Wrestling”. Thank you.

Before anyone can react, Rawlings is forcibly pushed from behind the curtain. A long, colorful baseball bat with “GOOD NITE” burned into it appears behind him, poking him directly in the middle of the back. It soon becomes clear that the hand holding the bat is none other than Wrecking Crew member, Lyric. She steps out, keeping the bat firmly in Stephen’s back as she keeps him moving towards the ring. She’s got her “Wrecking Crew” half shirt on in a show of solidarity with her fellow member.

Lyric smiles broadly at Slade, waving wildly.

Lyric: I told ya I’d be here! (To Rawlings) Ya ran from a girl for months - now ya got a real match just like ya wanted. What are ya waiting for? GO! (Pokes him in the back again)

They finally make it down to the ring when Lyric nudged him in before stepping back to keep an eye on things. Whether it was Lyric’s treatment of him or a genuine want to prove he’s the better wrestler, Rawlings went right at Slade, who was waiting at the ready for him, and used his size advantage to toss Rawlings across the ring with a belly to belly suplex that sent Stephen bouncing.

Rawlings used his size and speed advantage to strike quickly with textbook Muay Thai kicks before retreating just out of reach. Rawlings would try to escape the match, but each time he was stopped by Lyric along with her bat. For a while, it looked like his approach was wearing down the Hall of Famer until his luck ran out.

After hitting a hard spinning heel kick, Rawlings went to retreat, but Slade’s long arms snaked out and grabbed him, putting a halt to his movement. Slade keeps his grip around his throat as he turns him away seconds before dropping him with a chin lock backbreaker. When Rawlings sits up, Slade lands several swift and hard kicks to his back right before leveling him with a stiff arm across his neck, folding Rawlings in two.

This assault went on for several minutes, with Slade making several pin attempts but each time Rawlings would kick out just in time. The tide shifted when Cross Delaney came running down the ramp with a chair in hand, clocking Lyric as he passes by leaving her unconscious on the floor. Then he makes it to the ring where he jumped up to the apron and began arguing with the referee. With the referee’s attention distracted, Delaney slid the chair into the ring to Rawlings.

Rawlings grabs the chair and tosses it to Slade, who catches it out of reflex. Rawlings immediately drops to the mat as if he’s been struck, giving Delaney the cue to get the ref focused. Delaney begins to shout and point at the enter of the ring and when the referee turns around, he sees Rawlings on the mat and the chair in Slade’s hands. Having no other choice, he immediately DQs Slade, awarding the win to Rawlings.

Slade tries to argue his case but without proof, the decision stands. Rawlings plays up his “injury” as Slade finally sees Lyric lying on the ground, just beginning to come to. He bails out of the ring and immediately goes to her aid, holding her up by her waist and walks her backstage as the feed cuts away.

Cupid’s Arrow

The show cuts to Chase Deacon. Chase has on a green t-shirt with white lettering reading in big letters “BDSM” and underneath in small letters it says “means never having to say your sorry.” Standing next to him is his twin brother, Shawn. Shawns shirt this week has a picture of Ted Bundy and beneath it reads: I’m not a serial killer. I’m a lady killer”.

Next to the two men, holding a microphone for an interview is the gorgeous redhead, Suzy Donnelly.

Suzy Donnelly: I’m here with brothers, Chase and Shawn Decker, known as Killing Joke. Later tonight…

Chase Deacon: (interrupting) Hey Suzy, don’t you think I’m the better looking brother?

Suzy Donnelly: You both look the same.

Chase Deacon: Similar, but different. I mean look at these, Shawn can’t do this.

Chase smiles, showing these huge dimples.

Shawn Deacon: You may have those dimples, but I’ve got three more inches of cock.

Chase puts his arm on the back of Suzy’s hand.

Chase Deacon: Ignore his vulgarity. He’s a caveman.

Shawn Deacon: A cave man who had three hours of great sex while we played doctor.

Chase Deacon: And just like real life you spent two hours and fifty-seven minutes of it in the waiting room.

Shawn Deacon: Sometimes three minutes is all a man needs.

Chase kicks his brother.

Chase Deacon: You’re being a cock block.

Suzy laughs and smiles at Chase.

Suzy Donnelly: I’ve got five brothers, I can hang.

Shawn perks an eyebrow, catching his attention.

Shawn Deacon: Honey, you couldn’t hang on your best day.

Suzy Donnelly: Oh yeah? I lost my virginity to a celebrity.

Shawn Deacon: Ha. That’s child’s play.

Suzy Donnelly: Not when everyone at the wax museum is staring…

Chase’s smile spreads, his dimples going deeper.

Chase Deacon: I think I just fell in love….

Pep Talk

The camera pans out to one of the many hallways in the building and we see Eric Winters decked out in his ring gear and is lacing up his boots when Emily comes into the picture and smiles brightly at Eric and hands him a bottle of Pepsi. Cracking it open, Eric takes a long swig and nods his thanks to Emily.

Eric: Thanks Emmy, you always know what I need to calm my nerves. That helped a lot.

Emily: Glad to be of service Eric.

Emily stands up on her tiptoes and kisses Eric on the cheek.

Eric: I'm kind of baffled as to why management is having me fight Summer instead of you.

Emily: (shrugging her shoulders) I don't have a clue Eric but, in all seriousness they could not have given you an easier opponent to beat. The bitch trying to get into my head last week after my match. What the hell did she even mean?

Eric: No sweat Emmy, I'm sure you'll be going up against her soon enough. I'll soften her up for you!

Eric wraps an arm around Emily's waist and hugged her tightly.

Eric: I always appreciate having you have my back Emily.

Emily: That's what best friends do Eric, I have your back and you have mine. Well I don't know about you but I'm thinking it's about time to head up. I'll watch from back here okay? You've got this Eric! Give her a good kick for me okay?

As the camera pans away, Emily and Eric have an arm around each other as they walk towards the gorilla position.

How the Mighty Have Fallen

"Spoiled" Summer Page walks into Gorilla Position in her wrestling gear.

"Spoiled" Summer Page: The mighty Emilly Simms has descended into a pit of despair since losing the Dominion title last week, while my stock continues to ascend in Redemption Wrestling. Did you only have the Dominion championship for a week, Emily? Or was it two weeks? Regardless of the length, it was still a very pathetic title reign. I saw how pathetic you are the very first time I ever laid eyes on you because you are just a little insecure sycophant who pretended like she was a bad girl. I am a smart, sexy, confident bad girl who knows how to get things done and get what she wants. I can see it in your eyes that you are envious of me. Don’t lie because we can all see it. You hate that I am better than you. You hate that Eric wishes he was managing me instead of you. You are simply a consolation prize for all the sub par people who wish they can be in my orbit but are too ugly and pathetic.

Summer smirks.

"Spoiled" Summer Page: As far as tonight goes, Eric Winters, you big goof. Nothing is stopping me from getting what I want because nobody has the balls enough to stop me and that includes you.

Eric Winters vs "Spoiled" Summer Page

Eric Winters came to the ring first, while Summer came to the ring, demanding the ropes be held open for her to enter. The crowd was soundly behind Winters, with Page receiving several "Go Home Princess" chants. After the bell rang, Eric moved across the ring to get into Summer's face, while she retreated outside the ropes to keep the bigger man away. Once the ref forced Eric to step back, Summer reached over and poked at his eyes, leaving Winters momentarily blinded as the referee admonished Summer for her cowardly action. Summer pushed past the referee to attack, not giving Eric much chance to mount any offense.

As the match neared the end, Summer worked on Eric's right leg to set up her Perfect 10 (Figure 8 Leglock). Eric whipped Summer into the ropes, and when she returned, she dove into Eric's knee, knocking him to the mat. Immediately after, Summer slapped on her finishing maneuver, the Perfect 10, and despite his best efforts to break out of the move, Eric had no choice but to tap out. The raucous crowd booed lustily as Summer celebrated her victory, while the referee checked on Eric.

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Protocols and Secrets

The camera shifts from the end of the Eric Winters/Summer Page match to the backstage area where the medical staff is currently looking over the latest member of the Wrecking Crew, Lyric. She looks incredibly bored as the crew follows through things like concussion protocol, occasionally checking her nails while they run through a battery of tests. From the left side of the frame, Slade appears, accompanied by his girlfriend, Roxy, still sporting her crutches.

Slade: Hey there, kiddo... how are ya now?

Roxy stands in the entryway to the medical area, leaning against the wall and watching Lyric and Slade interact.

Lyric shrugs her shoulders and sighs heavily.

Lyric: I’ll be better when they finally let me the hell out of here.

She gives Roxy a slight smile, hoping to avoid a confrontation like last time.

Lyric: How’s the recovery coming? You gonna be back on your feet soon hopefully?

Roxy's smile looks pained.

Roxanne Spaulding: Don't get too many ideas for taking my place out there...

Slade cuts her a look that stops Roxy in her tracks.

Roxanne Spaulding: The doctors are hopeful I don't need surgery, and the more I stay off it, the better things are getting.

She turns and looks at Slade.

Roxanne Spaulding: I was gonna be nice, alright?

Slade chuckles.

Slade: It's an improvement. Much needed, actually.

He turns to Lyric.

Slade: I've been through all these tests. They make you feel dumber, don't they?

He grins.

Lyric looks down at the floor, her shoulders slumping.

Lyric: I’m sorry I messed up out there. I guess you picked the wrong person for the Wrecking Crew, huh? And by the way Roxy, I never had any designs on taking your place. I just wanted you to like me. That’s all, I promise.

Slade scoffs at Lyric's statement.

Slade: Please. Like you could have figured out that Stephen Fucking Rawlings was smart enough to pull off the Eddie finish. NOBODY could have seen that coming. And if I gave up on everybody who 'missed something' out there, I'd have no friends at all.

Roxy looks at Lyric as well, and her expression softens for the first time since they've met.

Roxanne Spaulding: I know how much you want to be respected out there. This big son of a bitch casts a huge shadow. And... secret time?

She leans forward on her crutches a little.

Roxanne Spaulding: I'm not the monster I show people. I just... get a little crazy when it comes to Slade sometimes.

Slade: You have nothing to worry about, kiddo. If anything, I'm thinking you won't want to be out there with ME if you're gonna get knocked around like that.

Lyric looks up and gives them both a crooked smile.

Lyric: I appreciate that guys. I really do, but I should have seen that dickhead Delaney coming! I dealt with King Dickbag for months and Delaney was always his bitch boy. This one’s on me. I wanted to prove you made the right choice by picking me as well as thank you for standing up to him on my account. And I didn’t do a very good job of that. I really am sorry.

Lyric gives Roxy a nod, indicating to come closer. When she does, Lyric lowers her voice and whispers in her ear.

Lyric: If you want, I can help you out with the “crazy”. It won’t take long and it’s fast acting and lasts for a long time. Come by my dressing room later and I’ll explain. Cool?

Roxy nods in assent, gingerly moving back.

Roxanne Spaulding: I can do that. Anything's worth trying once, right?

Slade: I'm missing something.

Roxanne Spaulding: Nah. Just girl talk.

She smirks.

Slade: Come on... you can't just--

Roxy puts her hand up to silence him.

Roxanne Spaulding: You have your thing that I'm supposed to stay out of... we have ours. Right, Lyric?

She offers Lyric the slightest of winks.

Lyric coughs into her hand to cover her laughter.

Lyric: She’s absolutely right, in my opinion, it’s none of your business until you put a ring on it. So am I getting out of here or what?

She gives Slade a sheepish glance.

Lyric: Do I need to turn in my shirt or what?

The nearest staffer gives her the "Thumbs up" to let her know she's alright. The big Texan smiles.

Slade: Nobody leaves the Wrecking Crew unless they want out. In my mind, the game's not over until WE say it is. So I will ask you once more...

He offers a hand up from her seat.

Slade: Wanna play?

Lyric takes his hand and let’s him help pull her to her feet. She no more let’s go then she begins to sway slightly, feeling a little dizzy. She grabs the table quickly to steady herself and smiles up at Slade.

Lyric: Do I wanna play? Absofuckinglutely. Now would you mind making sure I don’t fall on my face trying to get back to my room? Please?

Slade nods and offers her an escorting arm.

Slade: I thought to pick you up, basket style, but that might negate the peace I've worked so hard to broker.

Roxy looks at him, offering a sarcastic smile.

Roxanne Spaulding: Don't push your luck, John. One thing at a time.

Slade nods.

Slade: Shall we?

She takes his arm gratefully then turns to Roxy with a smile.

Lyric: C’mon, you take the other side and he can just drop us both off. Now let’s get the hell out of here!

Roxy hobbles over, leaving one crutch behind and leaning hard on the injured side.

Roxanne Spaulding: It's a date.

Slade's mouth drops open as Roxy starts leading them out and the camera fades to black.

Consequences and Planning

The feed transitions fluidly to the backstage area of the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, GA where the Redemption talent is temporarily being housed. The camera focuses on the door marked “Heavyweight Champion Bael “ when it becomes obvious that there’s a commotion going on inside. The feed transitions to the interior where the near seven foot champion, Bael is standing, a look of command on his face, his arms crossed over his massive chest as he stares down at the seven Nameless kneeling in front of him.

Jinx is watching from a chaise, reclining, obviously at ease, in her red flowing gown, her platinum hair pulled elegantly up with her black beaded crown atop her head. She remains silent, electing to let Bael handle the situation.

Bael: (eying the seven unblinking) You are the representatives of our group and myself. What you do out there reflects on me. Your failure is unacceptable! Do you understand me?!

The Nameless nod their heads in unison, never raising their gazes from the floor.

Nameless (in unison): Yes Master, we understand completely.

He sneers at them, shaking his head.

Bael: I don’t believe you do. If you fail me tonight, I will reign down retribution and punishment unlike anything you’ve seen before. Your task is to make sure that those two don’t walk out in any condition to compete in the Championship Scramble - do I make myself clear?’

Again, they nod their heads in unison, slightly trembling in fear.

Nameless: Yes Master, we understand. We will not fail you.

Bael looks at Jinx and smirks.

Bael: Do you still wish to follow through with our plan?

Jinx laughs sadistically and smiles up at Bael.

Jinx: You know what to do if things don’t go according to plan. You have my full support as always.

Bael smiles and laughs, nodding his head before turning back to the Nameless.

Bael: You not only have to please me but your Priestess as well. That should give you all an idea of how important tonight is. You fail us and your consequences will be very obvious very quickly. Now get out of our sight and get yourself prepared because you have a lot riding on this.

Jinx waves her hand dismissively.

Jinx : You heard him. Be gone and don’t disappoint us.

They quickly get to their feet and scramble out the door.

Jinx turns to Bael and smiles.

Jinx: No matter what happens tonight, the plan must be executed. We have no need for their services anymore and a message must be sent.

Bael relaxes and takes a seat next to her, throwing his arm over the back of the chaise.

Bael: Have no fear, my mistress, your vision will come to fruition. I take it you’ve consulted with Lynn about tonight?

Jinx laughs and nods her head.

Jinx: Of course I have. Neither of you need to risk yourselves before Championship Scramble. She agrees with us on everything. After tonight, there will be no doubt about your dominance. You’ve been fully awakened, thanks to Drake, now it’s on to the next step of our plan.

Bael smiles and begins to rub her bare feet as the scene fades out.

Meditative Knowledge

In a hallway of the State Farm Arena, Jake Mason is kneeling down as he seems to always be. The Master in turn is pacing,as seems to be the way. The Master finally stops the walk and speaks.

The Master: You must remember what I have told you. You must stay focused because your target seems to be coming upon friends at a rate which is most disturbing. She appears to be part of this Wrecking Crew. You know one of their leaders quite well. As this place became a Phoenix, you were thrust into an entanglement with Jason Sandman. I fear that he and this Slade may become a problem for you. This is why you must be observant of any movement that may disturb our goals. Do not approach them looking for a fight because you will be powerless against three when you are only one. Be methodical in how you approach Lyric. Be cunning in your thoughts and like a whisper in your movements. Only then will you truly be able to teach her and her mental deficiencies what it truly means to live in knowledge. I leave you now to meditate on these teachings.

The Master walks away from Jake Mason as he stays in his seated position.

The audience watches Mason for a few more minutes before the target of the Master’s latest plot, Lyric, comes around the corner. The oddly charismatic enigma is dressed in a pair of red and blue running shorts along with a white and red half shirt that reads, “Madness is More Fun Than Reality” written in a metallic red script with metallic blue demon silhouettes on it. Her knee high white Converse skid to a halt when she sees Jake on the floor.

She talks to herself quietly.

Lyric: I mean it Abby, let me handle this one or I’ll send you back to where you came from. Do we have a deal or not?

She struggles with herself before nodding her head grudgingly. She then steps up next to Jake and takes a seat on the floor.

Lyric: All alone for a change? Why’d you look so sad? If you want, I’ll cheer you up. What do ya say, Jakey?

Jake Mason doesn’t even move. He just looks forward with his eyes closed as he continues his meditations.

She gives him a side glance, confused by his silence. She nudges him with her elbow.

Lyric: C’mon man, I finally have the opportunity to talk to you without any of my inner personalities trying to butt in. So I gotta know, what’s with the hate-on you have for me? What did I do to you to make you act like this?

She lets out a low, long breath and leans her head back against the wall.

Lyric: If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m trying to fix it. I actually have a lot of respect for you, Mason. I just hate watching you get bossed around by that…woman.

Jake Mason doesn’t lose focus on his mission to understand the knowledge bestowed on him. Not even a twitch of a muscle as he stays his course.

Lyric finally begins to lose patience, huffing loudly and gets to her feet. She throws one last glance at Mason.

Lyric: Do you have any idea how rude you’re being right now? Completely ignoring me while I’m trying to fix whatever it is that has your panties in a bunch. This is just another reason why I can’t stand that…

She takes a deep, calming breath.

Lyric: - whatever she is to you. You weren’t always like this. And that’s the biggest disappointment of all.

She turns to walk away.

Jake Mason: Time proves who we are to be. There was a time where I was unfocused and looking to fix lapses in time with the proper knowledge of how it’s done. There was a time when you were a free thinker and a contender for The World Title. Time continues to turn, and if you aren’t willing to adapt to the life you are intended to lead….you become lost and seek out demons to complete your life for you. I will be your cure. I will make you the child you are supposed to become. Trust in me Lyric, for I have lived the life where you find greatness. You only need to allow me to put you on that path.

Jake Mason jumps up to his feet.

Jake Mason: You will follow that path, or you will be left for the wind to blow away. I do hope you choose wisely.

Jake Mason then walks away knowing he’s left something for Lyric to think about.

Lyric watches him leave, more confused than ever.

Lyric: Why does it sound like he’s got my best interest at heart but I still have this weird feeling going up my spine that’s telling me to be careful? I’m meant for greatness? What about being happy? Yeah, Xaxis was an accident but Abby wasn’t. I needed the help to deal with King Dickbag and now that he’s focused on someone else, maybe he’s right and I don’t need her anymore…

She shakes her head, dismissing the thought.

Lyric: Nah, she’s made herself useful and I won’t lie…I kinda like her company. So I guess I choose happiness over some meaningless accolade that I can win whenever I choose. I might wanna keep an eye on him..

She turns and walks away from Jake, putting a bounce in her step again.

BRATS vs Killing Joke

The Killing Joke emerged from behind the curtain first, playing to the crowd and making crude jokes with the fans at ringside. The BRATS came out next, with Lizzy leading her brother Landon to the ring. Once the Dalmons make it down to ringside, the Deacons were about to physically fight each other to be the first in the ring with Lizzy. Landon saw this and ushered his sister through the ropes, not wanting the Deacons to touch Lizzy at all. Finally, Chance gets into the ring to start the match, while Shawn's eyes go wide in anticipation of that first tag.

Halfway through the contest, Landon finally needed to tag out, and Shawn took the chance to tag himself in immediately. He leered at Lizzy, who only wanted to fight, but could not tag her brother right back into the contest without giving him a break. Shawn took advantage of this, grabbing at Lizzy inappropriately at every opportunity. After the third time of being groped, she screamed for the ref to do his job. The referee quickly steps in, reminding both Deacons that the inappropriate touching is never okay.

The Deacon brothers managed to keep Lizzy isolated with well timed tags, and Shawn continued with the groping, being a little more subtle each time he grabbed a hold of her ass or holding on a little longer than required when applying a bear hug. Landon, having seen enough for his liking, storms through the ropes, slamming Shawn in the back with a double ax handle chop. The referee tried to break up the fight, but Landon slipped out of the ref's grasp, launching himself into Shawn over and over again until the referee had no choice but to disqualify the BRATS. The Killing Joke slipped away while Lizzy and the ref both tried to hold back Landon, hoping to help him regain his composure. Shawn, holding the back of his head, high fived his brother as they back up the ramp, crowing about the amount of Lizzy he got his hands on.

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That’s a Paddlin’

We open to a view of the coffeehouse so often frequented by the new Redemption Tag Team Champions, Eddie Penbrook and Rupert E. Fox. The pair are sipping their drinks of choice, with Penbrook having the title belt on his shoulder while Fox is keeping it on his waist. The pair are deep in conversation when a well-dressed man with a nametag saying “manager” walks up to them.

Manager: Good day gentlemen, how are the refreshments today? We have endeavored to improve our selection of tea ever since you’ve started to frequent here, a small gesture considering the exposure you are providing us.

The manager throws a sideways glance at the camera before continuing.

Manager: We would also like to inform you that the owner has decided to rechristen this place in your honor. You are after all our most well known regulars. The process has already begun, so in the near future we would love to see you continue to frequent the Fox’s Nest. I do not wish to impose any further, I hope the evening treats you well.

Both men had been listening to the manager intently, and after the man left, Penbrook looks at Fox and suppresses a chuckle.

Eddie: Hear that mate? You got an establishment named in your honor. Not too shabby eh?

Fox shrugs his narrow shoulders and grumbles.

Rupert: Fox’s don’t have nests, they aren’t bloody birds... stupid yank wankers.

Penbrook rolls his eyes.

Eddie: It’s the thought that counts mate, what about the tea selection then? That’s good right?

Rupert: About bloody time, if you ask me.

Eddie: There’s no pleasing you is there? Bloody hell.

Fox puts on a sly smirk.

Rupert: Maybe if they hired more birds with massive knockers...

Penbrook slaps him on the shoulder.

Eddie: Don’t even go there mate, you know what your dad said.

Fox nods and grumbles.

Rupert: Dozy old git is just jealous he can’t bag them like I can.

Penbrook gives a noncommittal "he has a point"-shrug.

Eddie: AAANYWAYS. Not that the boss doesn’t want publicity, but I guess we ought to address the elephant in the room. Or rather two shiny things.

Penbrook nonchalantly picks his belt up and shows it to the camera.

Eddie: Tag team champions mate! We came, we saw, we conquered. 2X were left in the dust, bloody finally. But hey. Everyone and their mother knows winning is the easy part. Keepin' 'em is the hard part. And I guess the next Salvation is where that path begins. We’re both booked you know. I’m fighting this dude called Kit Kobold, fancy name there by the by, while Young Master Fox is getting to put his skills to a real test, taking on Anthony Cross and the biggest baddest fella in the whole company, the world champ Jason Sandman. So. How do you feel about this opportunity mate? Gonna give those two tossers a proper English asskickin'?

Fox stands there glancing at his championship then the camera.

Rupert: One hell of a bloody chance to show what I’m made of no slouches the pair of them Cross or Sandman and in honesty I know I am not necessarily the odds on favorite even if I do have this beauty here. I’d put my bottom quid on the line for your win though Edward because you are the strongest, meanest bloke in a fight that I’ve ever known ounce for ounce and considering your size mate, you got plenty of them. So while my match is a great opportunity it is a bit of crapshoot yours seems more of a lock to me. I am grateful for the opportunity because come hell or high water this gives me a chance to showcase just what Rupert. E. Fox is all about I may not have the popularity or the fans as someone like Sandman does, my track record in Redemption and all that... but you lot have already seen I can get stuff done and I suppose this match I got, allows me to show just what I am able to do without my mate here, because as much of a dear friend as Edward is, the gentle giant of Slaughter... people tend to chalk him up as the heavy hitter, the ace of our team and I’m more of a scrawny footnote, well you tossers who keep thinking that better get some HP Brown sauce ready because you are about eat those words.

While Fox spoke his mind, Penbrook had fixed himself up a second cuppa, passing Fox a fresh one as well.

Eddie: You flatter me young master Fox, everyone knows I’m just a dog for you to sic at targets. Or so people think. Now, while Rupert here gets to show off in the big scale, I’m not goin to fight this fancy named tosser with my eyes closed. Kit, you and your pops or whatever that Drago fella is to you have been makin waves. An I get it. You got moves, you got a groove and you got to move. Fookin hell, that rhymed. Anyway, come to Salvation Kit an you’ll get a taste of what true champions are. Me and Rupert might be TAG TEAM champions but I assure you, that is merely by choice. Both of us could easily make a helluva splash on any singles division if we so chose but… why should we? We got a good thing goin here, being the champions of a promotion that is on the up and up. Let other people worry about the singles titles. Then again, we ARE entering a championship scramble, meaning we might just walk away with further championship gold. Who knows. Salvation 164 is going to be the first of a new era. The era of Henhouse Slaughter. And whether your name is Kobold, Cross or Sandman, tryin to look past me and young master Rupert... well that’s a paddlin'.

Penbrook draws few deep breaths, having almost gotten winded by the rapidfire delivery.

Eddie: And that's all I gotta say about this all. How about you Young Master? Any more wise words for our loyal followers?

Fox smirks taking off his aviator shades.

Rupert: Pop the kettle on, ‘cause the Champs are home.

A King Without A Crown

“They’re Coming to Take Me Away” hits the public address system in the sold out State Farm Arena. When it does, the fans pop loud as twisted and crazy fan favorite, Lucky Keenan, comes through the tunnel carrying a burlap sack. He stops on the ramp, cocks his head to the left, and jabs himself on the jaw before he walks down the ramp, slides under the ring, and goes to the far left corner. There he slinks down against the corner turnbuckle, taking a seat in the ring and pulling a microphone from the pocket of his black jeans.

Lucky Keenan: I got this…I can do this for us.

Lucky takes a deep breath and let’s it out.

Lucky Keenan: We have an issue that needs to be addressed. All we wanted was to come out here and fight. Bleed and make others bleed. To feel the adrenaline... the lust of violence. It’s our therapy. It keeps our demons at bay. Since Bael, we haven’t had a chance to fill that list so we’ve had to dance with our demons. We won’t do this with Dement. Cut the head off before it all begins we will. And we’ll get what we want at Championship Scramble because we have this!

He jerks his ever so slightly, one of his tics. Then he reaches to his burlap sack and pulls out the True World Championship, the unsanctioned belt belonging to Christian Dement.

Lucky Keenan: What’s a king without his crown but a broken man? What’s a...

He’s interrupted by the drum beats of "Silvera" by Gojira as the One True Champ comes out of the tunnel. He stops and makes cutting motion across his neck.

Christian Dement: Cut the damn music! What’s the deal with people around here stealing my property! First Sandman, now you! Maybe I’m not willing to wait until Scramble. Maybe I’ll just...

All the lights in the house go down. Small lights in the rafters light up in the shape of two broken wings. Emily Browning’s rendition of "Sweet Dreams" plays while a black logo on a dark red background appears on HD tron. The logo is a mirrored silhouette image of skeletal angel wings without feathers and a triangular head with a broken halo above it. Then a light shrouded in fog appears on the hard camera side where a large figure with a black hood on appears. Then the shrouded light goes off, as well as the tron and rafter lights. The music abruptly stops. After a few more seconds of darkness the lights come back on. The man in the crowd is gone, Lucky and Dement both left looking on in confusion.

Recounting the Last Few Months

Pre Taped

"Enforcer" Anthony Cross is sitting in dimly lit room.

"Enforcer" Anthony Cross: Since I left Trixie laying in the middle of the ring after she dropped the ball when she lost the Dominion championship for us, people have been bothering me pleading with me to know why I did what I did. I can give you any number of reasons but all of you know what I am about. I have never tried to hide who and what I am. The fact is I carried you Trixie and you know it.

B roll of Anthony standing over Trixie’s body in the middle of the ring.

"Enforcer" Anthony Cross: Since I have been completely upfront about what I am about then none of you should be surprised that I am right in the midst of this upcoming championship scramble match.

B roll of Anthony delivering a Death Penalty DDT on Trinity Mason and pinning her on Salvation 163.

"Enforcer" Anthony Cross: It is about time I am in contention for the World Championship because the wrestling world knows that is where I should be. Tonight when I win a match over Rupert Fox and Jason Sandman because it is quite evident that your days as Redemption World champion are numbered.

Anthony stands up from the chair we was sitting in and walks off.

Hour One Main Event
Anthony Cross vs Jason Sandman vs Rupert Fox

All three men started off feeling each other out, Then, as Sandman was exchanging moves with Fox, Cross snuck up on Sandman and hit him Death Penalty (DDT), but before he could go for a pin, Fox was all over him. As Fox and Cross went at it, Sandman managed to roll out of the ring. From there Fox and Cross traded moves back and forth, neither man able to really take over command for long, that eclipsed when Fox went for top rope body splash, only to have Cross catch him and convert it to a fallaway slam. But before he could capitalize a now refreshed Sandman hit the ring and went on the assault as Fox rolled to the outside.

Once Sandman was in the ring and Fox outside, the match shifted from a mix of high flying and power to an all out brawl as Sandman disregarded any kind of wrestling and began an onslaught of punches, kicks, and clothesline’s, scoring a few near falls, until eventually hitting Kiss the Demon (spinning backfist) on Cross and going for the pin. Sandman went for the pin when Fox hit Catcher in the Rye (imploding senton). He tried pinning Sandman first but he kicked out. Then Cross to the same result.

After that it became all three men hitting bigger moves, all trying to gain an upper hand. The finish came when Sandman and Cross were brawling in the apron. Cross went to climb back in the ring but Sandman grabbed the middle rope and raised it, driving it into his groin. As soon as he did, Fix dropped kick him off the apron and then rolled up Cross for the win.

[jasonsandman]

An Andrea Brocca Dress

Standing backstage is the one known as “Flawless”, Lynn Van Court, or LVC as she’s also known. She’s standing in front of a wall with LED lighting that shows the RW logo in it’s new gold variant color with light brown trim. LVC has on a burgundy fit and flare dress with over the shoulder sleeveless top on it and a burnt burgundy trim. Her hair is pulled down, the flow of her blonde locks running down her neck rather then her shoulders.

Next to her is Delphine. The muscularly fit ebony woman has on a pair of tight lavender biker style wrestling shorts that have iris trim and her top matches with a belly tank top style wrestling top that shows her six pack midriff, has a v-neck, and crosses in the front just above her cleavage and running behind her neck.

Beside them, holding a microphone, is Toby Keller, wearing a plain gray suit with a white button down dress shirt sans any kind of tie.

LVC: First, you better be staring at my Andrea Brocca dress that cost me more than your yearly salary, because if you’re staring at anything else, we have a problem.

Toby Keller: I wasn’t, I mean…

LVC clucks her tongue in annoyance.

LVC: My God, you’re worse than Donnelly, if that’s possible. At least she doesn't stutter and can put together a full sentence. You know what my Harvard education taught me?

Toby Keller: I…

LVC: Shut up. You have no clue what my Harvard education taught me because you can’t even spell Harvard much less get in. If stuttering isn’t caused by brain trauma, then it’s caused by emotional stress. Do I put you under emotional stress?

Toby Keller: I’m…

LVC: Of course I do. So I’ll make this easy because you’re so far out of your element. You just stand there and look like an idiot while I talk to the camera. And make sure you hold that microphone up for me, you might as well have some use.

Keller holds the mic, looking like he wants to crawl in a hole and hide. LVC looks directly into the camera.

LVC: I’m a world class athlete. Not only am I number one ranked, but I’m also an Olympic swimmer. As such an athlete, my body is a temple and I won’t ever risk that by wrestling if I’m not in peak condition, and tonight I’m not. Because the hotel that Redemption opted to put us up in didn’t have Layla Kapok pillows, I only got seven hours of sleep rather than the required 8-10 a world class athlete such as myself requires. Therefore, tonight I’m pulling myself from the main event and Delphine will fight in my place. You know why I can do that, Keller? Because I’m LVC and you’re not.

Finding Lost things

The fans in the arena go CRAZY as a pre-recorded scene pops up on the Tron. On the screen, we can see our Suicide Blonde looking a little bit the worse for wear as she makes her way along a busy street towards her hotel, and a much needed siesta. The large, heavy duffel bag slung over AK's shoulder not only compounds her struggle, but it also shows just how small Arley really is as she shuffles along as stealthily as she can manage. Man, that snooze and a soak in the hot tub was sounding GREAT. But it wasn't to be. Not just yet, anyhow..

Arley Kirk: SHIT. Don't tell me. Not today. Not NOW. I freakin' can't..

Arley couldn't believe it. Practically dragging her manager along as she brashly steps out of a nearby department store, Emily Simms sure knows how to make an appearance. To Arley's immediate delight, neither Emily nor Eric had seen her. Arley breathed a sigh of relief as she slunk back into the shadows and pulled the lapels of her jacket up to hide her face. As though her bright blonde head wasn't the most recognisable thing in the world. Arley finally speaks up as Eric Winters and Emily Simms stop at the corner and wait to cross at the lights. Both seem to be preoccupied, and possibly arguing. Emily is rifling through an expensive looking purse for her definitely expensive phone. Arley finally speaks up, albeit, mostly to herself..

Arley Kirk: Holy crap. Too much for the system. That's a bunch of BS that I just couldn't handle today. Man, I'd break a bitch right here on the street..I'd..

Arley fades out as the lights turn green and she watches as Emily locates her phone, dials a number and holds it up to speak into it. In the process, a black leather object seemed to fall out of Emily's handbag and this is what truly caught Arley's eyes.

Arley Kirk: EUREKA!

Luckily for her, Arley just might be the fastest woman in wrestling today. She abandoned all care for the big heavy duffel bag full of her most personal affects right then and there, leaving it right there outside a shopfront and ran like the wind to scoop up what she KNEW she needed to get back in her possession, pronto.

Arley Kirk: YES!

Just as fast, Arley's face fell as it dawned on her that she had just dumped her gear bag outside a shop. Like a dickhead.

Arley Kirk: Fakk.

Arley quickly tucked the mask into the back of her leggings and took off. Again, AK got to demonstrate her mind boggling speed, her vertical leap and even a little bit of impromptu parkour as she vaults over a group of older gentlemen, dives through a newlywed couple and executes a military roll to recover her duffel bag before heading off with it as though she didn't just disturb and bemused like thirty people.

Arley Kirk: No more of this business, man. I'm keeping a well trained eye on this baby from here on out.

AK arrives at the hotel and punches in the code before swiping her key pass. The front doors opened with a satisfying click, and Arley breathed a sigh of relief as she strolled into the marble foyer. Arley's relief turned to a groan of annoyance as she spotted the OUT OF ORDER sign on the elevator doors..

Arley Kirk: Fakk me. Am I in some D grade episode of Big Bang Theory or something?! I'm on the fifth freakin floor! Yo, Redemption Wrestling. Swing for a better hotel, damn..we don't need this shiz..

AK shakes her head as she turns around and makes her way up the stairs, grumbling to herself the whole way. The Suicida mask flapping

Running Into A Brick Wall

The scene opens up on a remote backstage area of the State Farm Arena that looks set up specifically for interviews. The concrete wall is covered by a black backdrop with the Redemption logo stretched across it and there’s standing industrial lights along with a camera set up.

On one side, Susie Donnelly is standing at the ready, microphone in hand and no hair out of place. Next to her stands the number one ranked tag team, Haze of Payne in the form of Scarlett Payne and Lux Haze. Scarlett has her black and purple “Misfits” half shirt on as well as her new black and purple wrestling shorts and matching boots. Her long blonde locks are covered slightly by a black Misfits beanie that accents her purple tipped hair. Lux Haze is next to her, over half a foot shorter than Scarlett, her gear matching Scarlett’s and looking like a keg of dynamite about to explode.

Scarlett lays her hand on Lux’s shoulder, trying to calm her down.

Scarlett Payne: Don’t sweat it Hazy, I’ll handle this cause you look like ya wanna rip poor Susie’s head off and we need ta save that for those asshats in Ruthless - especially those weak ass, RuPaul’s Drag Race watching, Barbera Streisand loving, friends of Dorthy in 2X. Feel me, bro?

Lux looks up at her and nods grudgingly.

Scarlett Payne: Yo Susie Q! That’s your cue.

Susie clears her throat and looks to the camera.

Susie Donnelly: Welcome Redemption faithful! I’m Susie Donnelly and it’s my pleasure to bring you an up close interview with none other than Haze of Payne! So tell me ladies, you’re ranked number one, a true threat to Henhouse Slaughter’s title reign, yet it’s obvious that you have your sights set on a very different tag team - namely 2X. Tell me, is it worth forgoing the tag titles in order to get a measure of justice from 2X after the way they treated Teresa LaChance?

Scarlett places her palm firmly on Lux before answering.

Scarlett: Look Susie Q, you know that I’ve had titles before, like the World Championship title. Remember that? So as far as I’m concerned, those belts can wait just a little longer cause it’s not like there’s anyone even close ta our level of unbeatable badassery. When we’re done with those dickbags in 2X, we’ll take what’s ours. Right, Hazy?

Lux Haze: (through gritted teeth) You got that right, Scar!

Scarlett Payne: What they did ta Teresa last week was uncalled for and a pussy move - yeah I said it. They acted like two whiny bitches and laid hands on a very good friend of mine. Lux is just getting ta know her and this isn’t sitting well, as ya can see. So tonight, we’re gonna go out there and -

A chair comes crashing down across the back of Lux and the camera pulls back to show Xander Maxwell as the wielder of the chair. The camera no more catches a glimpse of Xander, then Xavier comes barreling out of nowhere with a bat to the neck of Scarlett. The duo of Haze of Payne crumble on the floor. Xavier lifts up the fallen Lux and holds her over his shoulders, head first. He takes three steps and rams her head first into the concrete wall with the Redemption backdrop. As he does this, Xander rams the bat into the neck of Scarlett to keep her subdued. With Lux taken care of, Xavier sets the chair up, then he and Xander double powerbomb her through the chair as it snaps in half from force.

Xavier Cross: We DO NOT listen to Barbie Strickland. We’re metal heads!!

Xander Maxwell: We warned you not to cross us. Hey Suzy…

Suzy, who had been hiding away as this happened, finally steps out.

Xander Maxwell: I think our match just became a four on two…

With those parting words the show starts to shift away.

Eddie Penbrook vs Kit Kobold

Kit Kobold made his way out to the ring along with his father, Draco Dragotta. Eddie Penbrook came out along with Rupert E Fox. Eddie Penbrook circled the ring watching Draco Dragotta to see if he tried early to help his son. Kit Kobold tried to use that moment to his advantage, but Penbrook power slammed the rookie. Eddie Penbrook used his strength to take early control of the match.

Draco Dragotta tried yelling instructions to his son, but Kit Kobold couldn’t find his opening. Eddie Penbrook picked Kit Kobold up for Slaughterhouse Stampede (Running Powerslam), but Dragotta grabbed hold of Penbrooks foot allowing Kit Kobold to slide free, and delivered a reverse ddt. Mr. Fox came around the ring and jumped on Draco Dragotta. The referee took notice of the outside fighting and ordered both men away from ringside. This gave Kit Kobold the opportunity for a low blow on Eddie Penbrook. A Ko-bomb [Diving Senton Bomb] later and Kit Kobold picked up the victory.

[jasonsandman]

New Leaf

The image switches to Slade's dressing room, where the Hall of Famer is stowing his gear. His night having ended exceptionally early, even with the less than ideal ending, the big Texan is in a pretty good mood, all things considered. From the left side of the frame, Roxy comes in, leaning heavily on her right crutch.

Slade: Well hello there, stranger... how're ya now?

Roxy doesn't say a word, but has a really goofy grin on her face. Slade looks at her, clearly wondering what happened between her and Lyric earlier.

Slade: Hell-ooo... earth to Roxy... come in, Roxy...

Roxy just looks up at the ceiling for a minute, seemingly very far away. Slade looks very worried at this point.

Slade: Roxanne Spaulding!

The fiery redhead shakes off her stupor.

Slade: What the fuck, Spaulding? Where were you, just then?

Roxanne Spaulding: Me?

Slade: Nah, year Aunt Tilly. Of course you!

Roxy has a distant, dreamy look in her eyes.

Roxanne Spaulding: I'm sorry. I was thinking about my visit with Lyric. She's really great, you know?

The big Texan just stares at her.

Roxanne Spaulding: What?

The staring continues.

Roxanne Spaulding: What???

Slade: Who are you, and what have you done with the real Roxy?

Roxy laughs.

Roxanne Spaulding: She said you'd say that.

Slade: This isn't funny, Rox. Nobody does a 180 degree turnaround after spending 30 minutes with ANYONE, let alone someone you clearly had no love for before that.

Roxanne Spaulding: Lyric helped me get in touch with my anger, John. And she showed me how to cleanse my chakras.

Slade looks confused.

Slade: Are we talking about some sort of sex thing? Because I don't go for no funny shit...

Roxy laughs again, and doesn't stop for a good 90 seconds.

Slade: I'm dying to know what in the hell is so funny.

Once Roxy catches her breath, she offers the most sympathetic smile she can muster.

Roxanne Spaulding: My goodness, I needed that. I can't wait to see Lyric again and tell her!

Slade: Just...

He swallows his building anger to remain calm.

Slade: ...Enlighten me then.

Roxanne Spaulding: It's a Wiccan thing, John. You wouldn't understand.

She pays him on the cheek.

Roxanne Spaulding: Just know that I feel better than I have in months, and the jealousy I had? Gone.

Slade's eyes light up.

Slade: You mean--

Roxanne Spaulding: Don't push it. I'm clear, not dead. Just respect me, and us, and you can do business as you see fit.

Slade picks Roxy up in his arms, spinning her around.

Slade: DONE!

He sets her down gently and hands her the crutch before leaning out into the hall.

Slade: Thank you, Lyric!

Roxy chuckles.

Roxanne Spaulding: You're an idiot.

But it sounds more like "I love you" when she says it. Slade kisses her passionately, almost knocking her off her feet.

Slade: But I'm YOUR idiot.

The camera fades to black.

Cowardice

Casey Holliday holds the Belt of Ascension with her in the locker room and she is in quite the foul mood. Moments away from the tag team match that is to come, the former two-time world champion in her own right thinks about Chance Fields’s actions from earlier in the night leaving her further incensed as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: Seriously, Chance? Seriously?

Casey narrows her eyes to further emphasize her anger.

Casey Holliday: Here, I thought I was over this cowardice bullshit with Jake Mason to where I had to pull teeth with that fucking guy and his master just to get a match with him and put him behind me. Is that how this is going to be, Chance? Are you just going to hide behind your lap dogs? Is this how it is going to be? I think it’s as clear as day that you decided to back out of this match and have someone else take your place so you can avoid me. There is no other way to put it! There is no other viable reason that you can explain. Don’t even bother wasting my time and giving me that bullshit about ‘my terms, not yours’ or ‘all in due time’. Spare me that bullshit because there’s no way in hell I’m about to deal with another Jake Mason situation. You think you can just attack me and get away with it? You think you can just pin me a few weeks ago, attack me last week for that very reason, make a claim to something that doesn’t belong to you and get away with it? That’s the thing with people like you, Chance. They want to say this and do that without being held accountable for their own actions and deep down in your gut, you are doing everything you can to avoid me. You are doing everything that you can to make it on YOUR terms and that’s not going to fly with me. You want to hide behind your “Ruthless” group of dogs? Go ahead. You can only hide behind them for so long. Really, the only thing that is RUTHLESS about you Chance, is how much of a chickenshit you’ve shown to be in the last few weeks.

So yeah… back out of this match… continue to piss me off. Go ahead! It’s all fine and good with me. I’ve got some anger to unleash and hey, if I can’t unleash it on you, I might as well unleash it on the rest of your clique tonight.

For the four of you that are going to be in this match tonight, I’ll tell you this much. You’re sacrificial lambs to be. I am not going to show mercy to any of you because none of you deserve it. I know that what I’m going to be doing can be considered guilt by association and all of that, but at the same time? I don’t care. In my book, the fact that you’re all affiliated with him makes you just as guilty and if I have to plow through every single one of you just to send HIM a god damned message, then that’s just what I am going to have to do. I’m not in Redemption Wrestling to play any fucking games. I didn’t come here to deal with a group of idiots that want to run around and think that they’re hot shit and that everything that comes out of their mouths is gospel. I’ve already been there done that with OTHER COMPANIES that I’ve wrestled for, if you know what I mean.

So Chance, if you want to play this game with me… the same exact fucking game that Jake Mason did, you are only setting yourself up for failure. Just ask his MASTER about how I silenced him and finally put him out of his misery. Do you WANT the same thing to happen to you? Because if you continue to fuck with me and if you continue to pull this type of nonsense, that’s exactly what is going to happen. Continue to hide behind your crew. Continue to play this chickenshit that you’re playing now. It won’t get you far, I promise you that.

Everything that happens to your crew tonight on my hands? It’s on yours! Everything that happens to your clique is on you! Your cowardice and you running back to your ivory tower can only last so long, Chance. And I promise you this… when I get my CHANCE at you… I WILL shut you the fuck up and I’ll make sure that your ego is shattered so fucking bad that you’ll never be able to piece it back together the same way again.

So keep pulling this shit, Chance…

The consequence at the end of it will not turn out well for you, I guarantee you that!

Casey storms out of the room, continuing to carry much anger and frustration within her, as the scene fades out.

Arley Kirk, Casey Holliday,
and Haze of Payne
vs
Ruthless

Ruthless all made their entrance together to deafening boos. Next out was Arley Kirk, then Casey Holliday, both getting huge cheers from the crowd. Shortly after that, it was announced by Trinity Nicole that due to injury, this was now a 4 on 2 handicap match.

Before the bell rang a hot Casey Holliday went at Xander Maxwell, attacking him with a tenacity the fans loved. Then she managed to isolate him and her and AK worked in and out swiftly trying to keep the odds in their favor. Eventually, though, with a distracted referee by Mercy Payne, Ares Bones came around the other side, taking out Holliday and AK, allowing Maxwell to tag in Cross.

After that, Ruthless managed to isolate AK, and the numbers came into play, every time AK was on the verge of mustering up some offense it was quickly cut off by the numbers. Then came the point where she did manage to hold off all four and went to tag in Holliday, but as she did, Chance Field (who escorted Ruthless to the ring) pulled Holliday off the apron by her foot, stopping the pinfall. Holliday badly wanted to go after Chance, but knew she couldn’t leave her partner alone. It was around that time, Shitlist by L7 hit and Haze of Payne came rushing to the ring still battered and beat and the crowd went nuts.

Just as Lux hit the apron, Scarlett slid in the ring and hit a reverse headscissors on her cousin, Mercy, to allow AK the chance to tag in Lux. Then Lux hopped the rope and tagged Scarlett back in. With the double team time allotted, they both went to the apron and hit a double springboard DDT (Header) and went for the pin, but Chance pulled Ares out of the ring.

That’s when Holliday had enough, and did a diving crossbody off the apron taking out Field. With the referee watching this, 2X climbed in the ring. Xavier Cross hit a Lariat of Greatness (Discus Lariat) on Lux, then together he and Xander hit a tossing double neckbreaker on Scarlett, the same neck they attacked earlier in the night. This allowed Mercy to tag in Ares. Ares pressed Scarlett over his head, then dropped her. As she fell over six and half feet through the air, only to get met with a knee strike from Mercy, in a super GTS. Ares pinned Scarlett for the three count while 2X kept the others at bay, picking up the win for Ruthless.

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Epic or Punk

Pandora Ravencraft: What’s cack-a-lackin?

Pandora asks as she steps into the Misfits dressing room. The green haired rookie takes a drink form her bottle of Gatorade.

Pandora Ravencraft: How ya feeling?

Rosie Sinn sets down a roll of take she was wrapping around her left ankle. The Light Heavyweight champion grabs her neck and twists her head to each side.

Rosie Sinn: A lot better than I should after FightFest. It’s not easy to take a piledriver through the mat. Though I gotta admit, I’m stoked AF to get to go eye to eye with this Bael character. People like that bring out the best of me.

Pandora Ravencraft: Oh, ya didn’t hear did ya? He’s not fighting. One of the lackeys is. LVC’s not either. They both named stand-ins?

Rosie takes a deep breath, then let’s it out.

Rosie Sinn: So a couple of gutless cream puffs. They can beat up people on the preshow and Showcase, but give em a real opponent and they hide. You know what I hate?

Pandora Ravencraft: Pop music?

Rosie Sinn: Well, that, too. But douchemongers like that. They are about as useless as the ueue in queue.

Pandora Ravencraft: More reason for us to go
all natural 20 on em at Championship scramble and walk out with all the belts. About that, I was thinking. So like, as a collective, we are known as Misfits. Then you have Lux and Scarlett are also known as Haze of Payne. So we need a name for our duo. Like something epic.

Rosie Sinn: Stop there chica. I gotcha. Green’s both of our things, so we’ll be Green AF!

Pandora Ravencraft: YES!! I love it!! Green AF. That’s definitely epic.

Rosie Sinn: No, that’s punk…

Welcome Gift

The camera cuts backstage where Suzie Donnelly is standing with Hungry Jack. The big man is all smiles and dressed in a red Adidas tracksuit.

Suzie Donnelly: Jack last week you went one on one with Joss Snow. Neither of you were able to get a victory. How's that make you feel?

Hungry Jack: You know something Suzie, I'm disappointed. Snow disrespected me when he messed with my food. As a competitive eater I take food very seriously. I just wish I could have made him pay for his transgressions.

Suzie Donnelly: It seems like you run in Redemption has revolved around said love for food.

Hungry Jack: It's a big part of who I am Suzie. In fact I have the night off so I planned a little feast for myself. I need to get back to 400. I want to feel like myself again.

In the middle of the interview with Hungry Jack, the picture slides over to show a split screen. Joss Snow, with his new look, sans face paint, beard shaved, hair let out, is walking backstage in search of something, but what he doesn’t know. Then he happens upon a door with a sign that says “Hungry Jack”. The doors has been left ajar, so he quietly nudges it forward to see a room empty of anyone but full of a buffet of food. Joss smiles, enters the room and starts tipping over tables, food falling everywhere. After a while of this, he looks around almost satisfied. Then with his back to the camera an unzip is heard. From behind it appears that Snow is pissing all over the food. Snow then zips up, laughs to himself as says “Rectify this” as he exits the room.

Hungry Jack: This interview is over!

Jack storms off looking to get revenge on Joss Snow

Power Play

The feed cuts to the backstage area of the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia where the talent is being temporarily housed. It transitions to the interior of the locker room of the “Creator of Violence “, Mercy Payne. The former MMA phenom is seated in front of a laptop, watching the Redemption YouTube channel . Her eyes are transfixed to the screen, unblinking as she watches Arley Kirk retrieve her mask from Emily Simms, stuffing it into her gear bag before leaving quickly. Mercy closes the laptop and leans back, thinking about her next move.

She stands up, slowly stretching her arms over her head then cracks her back. Still in her ring gear, she turns to her husband, Ares Bones, who’s seated quietly on the plush sofa, relaxing while waiting for Mercy to decide what she is going to do. He gives her a crooked smile and raises his brow.

Ares Bones: Well? Have you decided what you’re going to do yet?

Mercy turns fully to him and advances with a sway in her hips, a smile on her lips.

Mercy Payne: I’ve found a way to not only make her life miserable but it could also help Ruthless out as well. I just need one little thing from you, love.

Ares smiles and gets to his feet and closes the distance between them, placing his hands on her hips and squeezes gently.

Ares Bones: At least you ask me when you need my help. Of course I’ll do whatever you need. If this plays out the way you described, no one in Ruthless will complain about a little extra edge. Just tell me what you need me to do , but understand that you owe me and I intend to collect as soon as we’re done.

Mercy laughs and places a light kiss on his full lips.

Mercy Payne: All I need you to do is run a little interference in case anyone heads my way. I just need a few minutes to grab something but I don’t need to get caught. Easy enough, right? Now let’s hurry before we miss our window.

The couple leave their room and head quickly down the hall, Ares hanging further back as he watches the hallway. Mercy continues on to the dressing room of Arley Kirk, sliding into the room silently after assuring herself no one is inside. She takes a look around the room, obviously looking for something. Finally she spies Arley’s gear bag in the corner and hurries over, unzipping it and she digs deep inside, her hand finally grasping what she was looking for - AK’s mask. Mercy shoves it into her tights and returns everything to normal before rushing out.

She walks calmly up to Ares and loops her hand around his bicep and smiles up at him. He smiles knowingly and begins to stroll easily back to their room. Once inside, she pulls the mask from her tights triumphantly before going to her own bag and shoves it deep within.

She looks at Ares with a smile, her hands on her hips.

Mercy Payne: Do you really think that tiny little task was enough for me to owe you?

Ares laughs, advancing on her predatorily , wrapping his massive hands around her waist easily.

Ares Bones: I don’t think you’ll complain about my cash in. In fact, I know you’ll love it. Now let’s get showered..eventually.

He slaps her bottom playfully, a rare display of their true affection for each other.

Ares Bones: Now move, woman!

Mercy laughs and turns to look at him over her shoulder, blowing him a kiss before sashaying off into the bathroom, his laughter echoing behind her as the scene fades out.

Main Event
Delphine and Envy vs. Green Hell

The Main Event of the evening started out in a very unusual fashion, to say the least. Instead of seeing the Heavyweight Champion, Bael, and the number one contender for the Light Heavyweight Championship, Lynn Van Court, or LVC - their representatives were sent in their places. Bael designated one of the Nameless and LVC sent Delphine in her place.

Pandora Ravencraft and Rosie Sinn came down together, seeing as both are members of the Misfits, looking entirely prepared for this battle.

At the top of the ramp, Bael stood alongside his manager and former wrestler, Jinx, both watching the ring intently.

This one was a complete contrast in styles as Pandora and Rosie used their speed and agility to their advantage in order to keep them out of reach of Delphine, who is a phenomenal example of power and strength, as well as Envy, who is well-rounded in most areas and could possibly be the equalizer to the speed difference.

Delphine started it off for her team while Pandora Ravencraft took the lead for hers. Pandora stayed out of reach for some time until Delphine nailed a picture perfect bicycle kick that dropped Ravencraft like a ton of bricks. After that, it became a clinic, showing off power move after power move, each one wearing Pandora down more and more. Delphine finally got bored and tagged in Envy, who took control with a running knee lift that led into a double knee breaker.

Envy dropped to cover but failed to hook the leg, allowing Ravencraft to kick out at 2. He pulled her up to her feet when she shot a fist out in desperation, nailing a low blow that doubled him over and gave her the opportunity to make the tag to Rosie. Rosie took advantage of his position and hit a beautiful facebreaker that catapulted Envy back into the ropes. On his rebound, Sinn hit a perfectly placed reverse elbow to his face, dropping Envy immediately. Sinn covers but it’s quickly broken up by Delphine as she stomps the back of Rosie’s head.

This gave Envy the opening to crawl to his corner, tagging in the 6 foot tall Amazon. At this point, Delphine and Envy kept Rosie isolated from her partner for quite a while, each taking turns punishing the punk superstar.

Delphine nailed Sinn with a fireman’s cutter that she calls Black Out and lazily covers Rosie. At the 2 ½ count, she pulls Rosie up and laughs at Pandora, taunting her for her inability to help her partner. Delphine then tags in Envy, giving him control over Sinn.

Envy lifts her up vertically with an inverted stalling brainbuster while Delphine is taunting the crowd behind her. Ravencraft comes barreling in, hitting Envy with a chop block behind his knees and catches Rosie on her way down. As Sinn and Ravencraft celebrate, Pandora accidentally bumps into Delphine, knocking her off the apron. Delphine grabs her ankles and yanks Pandora out to the floor, leveling her with hard rights and lefts which Ravencraft begins to return with fury. Inside the ring, Rosie is poised and waits for Envy to stumble into position. When he does, she hits the Liberty Spike and pins him for the win.

After Match Retribution

After the bell rings and Pandora and Rosie are declared the victors, Bael makes his way down the ramp where he had been watching the entire match. He strides with purpose, making the crowd nervous as to his intentions. Instead of climbing into the ring with the faces, he pulls the Nameless, Envy, out the ring by his ankles and tosses him over with the rest of the Nameless.

He stalks over to them, standing in front of the group and immediately motions for them to kneel. The seven immediately drop to their knees, keeping their eyes to the floor. Bael pulls one to his feet by his throat and issues a command.

Bael: Sloth, you will now tie each of their hands behind their backs and then return to your knees. Do you understand what I said?!

Sloth nods his head and takes the zip ties from Bael, restraining each of his brethren before returning to his knees, visibly nervous. Bael takes a zip tie out and restrains Sloth before casually strolling behind them all.

Bael: What did I tell you all before you left? Did I not make myself clear on the importance of tonight? Of the consequences? Did your High Priestess not make herself clear? What do you think I should do with you all? Forgive your transgressions? Look away while you fail us at every turn?

He clasps his hands behind his back and strolls in front of them.

Bael: Have I failed in my mission? Do I show weakness? No, I don’t. I show the entire locker room what they should fear. I’m undefeated. I’ve destroyed Lucky/Drake with minimal effort. I’ve ascended to my truest being - born out of violence and suffering - giving me my true purpose.

He looks down at each of them with disgust.

Bael: Look upon the face of your destiny. Now!

Each Nameless raised their head in unison, looking at Bael with fear.

Bael: You have all failed us tonight. It is my duty to dispense the judgment upon you. Your High Priestess has willed it so and she will not be denied. I, for one, am going to relish the suffering I inflict upon each and every one of you. Your purpose has been served and you are no longer needed. Your service has been appreciated but my ascension has made you unneeded, unwanted, and unnecessary. Do not remove your gaze from me - understood?

Nameless (in unison): Yes Master.

Bael goes to the first, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him off his feet, dangling.

Bael: Do you beg for mercy?

Nameless 1: No for you have none.

Bael lifts him high in the air before placing him on his shoulders. He tosses him easily, hitting God Killer before stomping on his head when he lands.

He moves to the second, giving the same question and result.

He moves to the third, lifting him off his feet, asking his question.

Nameless 3: Yes! Yes! Yes! Please have mercy, Master! It wasn’t my fault!

Bael snarls in response, this time throwing him into the air and nails a high knee to his face before he lands on the floor. Bael follows it up with a stomp to his head and neck.

He moves down the line, each one avoiding the third one’s fate. Bael delivers his judgment upon each and every last one of them, leaving them all motionless as he steps over them on his way back up the ramp where Jinx is waiting, a very pleased look on her painted face as “Cry Little Sister” by Marilyn Manson begins to blare over the PA as the show fades to black.


Credits:
Pre Show - Sunshine
Slade vs. Stephen Rawlings - Sunshine w/input from Donnie
Cupid’s Arrow - David
How the Mighty Have Fallen - Carlos
Eric Winters vs. "Spoiled" Summer Page - Drew
Protocols and Secrets - Drew & Sunshine
Meditative Knowledge - Paul & Sunshine
BRATS vs The Killing Joke - Drew
That’s a Paddlin’ - T & J
A King Without A Crown - Mikey & Donnie
Recounting the Last Few Months - Carlos
Anthony Cross vs Jason Sandman vs Rupert Rox - Donnie
An Andrea Bocca Dress - Abby
Running Into A Brick Wall - Tommy & Sunshine
Eddie Penbrook vs Kit Kobold - Paul
Consequences and Planning - Sunshine
New Leaf - Drew
Cowardice - Casey Holliday
AK, Casey Holliday, and Haze of Payne vs Ruthless - Donnie
Epic or Punk by Donnie and Mikey
Welcome Gift - David and Moo
Power Play - Sunshine
Main Event LVC/Bael vs. Pandora Ravencraft/Rosie Sinn - Sunshine
Aftermatch Retribution - Sunshine