Salvation 150 (04.25.21)

[Donnie]

Reborn

Pyro explodes throughout The Grounds, the state of the art wrestling specific building that is the headquarters for Redemption Wrestling. All 19,000 seats are sold out, the venue at max capacity as “Full Circle” by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After panning the arena and the crowd, the camera cuts to the two man commentary team of JJ Adams, on play by play, and Johnson McConnell, on color.

JJ Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to Salvation 150: Rise Again.

Johnson McConnell: God it feels good to be back. I hate to say it, but I’ve missed you JJ.

JJ Adams: I’ve missed working with you, too, Johnson. But what a night we have to welcome all the great fans back here on our debut on Prime Video. We have an action packed night that’ll see the returns of Lucky Keenan and Agony as they face off here tonight, along with the debuts of Chance Field, son of the Redemption founder, Tony Field, as he faces off against a hometown favorite in Clay Cash.

Johnson McConnell: A match I’m excited to see. Another Field in Redemption? This is historic. And if he’s anything like his father and his brother, we are in for a treat.

JJ Adams: We’ll also see four newcomers; Lyric, Emily Simms, Jake Mason, and Arley Kirk, in a four way match.

Johnson McConnell: That’s right, JJ. And Lyric is currently carrying what is the sanctioned Television Championship, a belt she won in Payne Project and has held ever since, so I’m sure this match could have some long term title implications if one of the other three newcomers can come away with a victory in their first showing here in Redemption. But enough of that, JJ, let's talk about the debut of Draco Dragotta. I’ve heard nothing but good things about this man. If half of what I’ve heard is true, he’s going to be a difference maker here in Redemption.

JJ Adams: Could be, and we’ll find out tonight when he makes his debut against Redemption veteran and fan favorite, Johnny Payne. Then to cap off tonight's card, we have two loaded main events. In the first one we have Scarlett Payne taking on Rosie Sinn, as the two long time Redemption wrestlers cross paths for the first time. And on the other end, we have our current World Champion, and your favorite wrestler, Johnson, Jason Sandman, taking on a former world champion herself in Casey Holliday, as she makes her debut.

Johnson McConnell: And that’s a helluva way to end the night. I mean, the most violent and underrated star in the history of Redemption, taking on what could very well be the new flavor of the fans. I mean, I have to take my guy Sandman, but either way, it’s going to be a great way to close out the night.

Commentary is then cut off as “Good Man” by Devour the Day plays. The fans jump from their seats and start to cheer as former World Champion, and now owner of Redemption, Derek Daughtery, steps into the arena. Derek takes a few steps on to the ramp and enjoys the cheers of the crowd. Once they quiet down, he starts to talk.

Derek Daughtery: Hello, St. Louis, it’s great to be back!

The crowd pops.

Derek Daughtery: Now I won’t keep you long, because you paid to see a wrestling show, not to watch some old retired wrestler take up your time.

The fans start to chant “One More Match” at Derek.

Derek Daughtery: Nah, I’m retired. I just came out here to welcome everyone back, and to let you know, while this is the same Redemption, it’s different as well. No more micromanaging from the front office. No more angling for the next hand chosen champion. This will be a time and era where the deeds in the ring and the wants of the crowd are honored. This will be Redemption: Last Stand!

The crowd pops.

Derek Daughtry: I’ve worked hard, and I’m still working hard to bring you the stars you know, while also giving you the stars of tomorrow. I’m doing all I can do to give you the heritage of Redemption while honoring the present. That’s why, while honoring the current World Champion and Television Champion as a part of our heritage, I’m bringing to you the new Championship Choice belt. A belt that will allow the holder to take an advantage over any title match. Starting tonight, I’m watching everyone closely, seeing who impresses me, and at our first Gold Edition, I plan to crown our first Championship Choice champ. Now, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the show.

“Good Man” plays again as the crowd roars. Derek gives a bow and a wave to the crowd before making his exit.

Walk Away

JJ Adams: That was a great and encouraging message from Derek Daughtery. Our new owner seems focused on making Redemption a company to get respected again.

Johnson McConnell: Indeed JJ. This truly is a moment to be treasured. Without further ado I believe we are going to learn more about one of the newest recruits by the name of Arley….

Johnson McConnell’s microphone cuts off as a very professional sounding voice comes over the speakers.

PA Voice: The following message has been paid for by Deal With It Bitch Productions. It does not necessarily reflect the opinions of Redemption Wrestling, Derek Daughtery, Teresa LaChance, it’s sponsors, Amazon Prime, or any other affiliate. Just those that matter.

Everything Ends by Slipknot comes over the speakers and the fans give a mixed reaction as Jason makes his way out to the ramp. The World title is around his neck. In his right hand is a chair that’s been wrapped in barbed wire. Sandman looks at the audience before making a methodical walk down the ramp. At ringside, he throws the chair and the title over the ropes before sliding into the ring. As soon Sandman is in the ring, he gets onto his feet and goes to get a microphone. Jason gets the microphone and throws the Redemption display back at the ringside attendant. Making his way to the center of the ring, Jason can hear people discussing how he is acting and anything and everything about his appearance. Jason gives a half smile before speaking.

Jason Sandman: St. Louis….Shut the fuck up. I’m talking.

The fans boo momentarily before quieting down.

Jason Sandman: So it would seem that Derek Daughtery has bought back the rights to Redemption, and he was happy with his hood words. Then he found out he had a problem. I am the goddamn World Champion of his company. Believe me, that was almost a deal breaker. He made me offer after offer. Money, homes, and luxuries that would make Jeff Bezos cum. Hell, he offered to pay for both of my children’s college all the way up to medical school if they so wished. It was tempting, but what the fuck am I going to do with all that shit. My kids ain’t going to college. They can barely make it to school and that shits online. No, I am a simple man with a simple plan. I am going to personally burn this company to the ground. No matter what they’ve called this place it’s always been the “Fuck Sandman Clubhouse”. But now, the inmate runs the asylum. Fuck Derek Daughtery. Fuck Teresa LaChance. Fuck anyone who they got hidden in the back to pop up as a surprise authority figure. This is my fucking house, and all of you cunts are just here needing to pay me rent. Rent for the pleasure of my company and rent so I don’t start shoving whatever’s available in all three holes.

Jason Sandman let’s out a laugh.

Jason Sandman: But let’s not ruin all the horrors you are going to be facing, or in Lyric’s case all the dreams she’s had about things she wants me to do to her. Let’s move onto more important things like why in the blue hell did we get rid of Tony and Noah Field only to get Chance.

Jason Sandman just rubs his eyes in frustration.

Jason Sandman: Walk away. Just fucking walk away Chance. There is no need for you to have to suffer for the sins of your family’s name.

Jason Sandman takes a deep breath.

Jason Sandman: I FUCKING HATE the Field bloodline and I am going to drain the cesspool that they continue to pollute the world with. Just fucking walk away Chance. Before that cocky gene makes you another notch on my gun.

Sandman pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. The paper is a list of known wrestlers signed to Redemption.

Jason Sandman: Let’s see who else is here. Oh Rosie Sinn. Waste of a good pair of tits. Beat her for that belt over there. Figured she’d have crawled into a nice heroin habit. Who else? Oh Casey Holliday. Learned that name like three minutes ago.

Jason puts the paper back in his pocket.

Jason Sandman: Let’s see if I can remember the facts right. Former World Champion. Wouldn’t fuck the promoter so he screwed her out the belt. Sounds like a real cocksmoke who ran his company like a cult. But that’s just bridges we set ablaze ourselves. No need to worry about souls that will be tortured later. Let’s remember souls that were lost well before their time. Casey, I am sure when you heard that you were going up against the world champion you creamed a little. You started asking around and maybe even did a little research of who Daddy was. That’s when your heart dropped, and you felt a cold chill going down your spine. That’s me baby. The thing is though you might be half decent. You seem like you just want to prove your worth by being in Redemption. I’ll probably let you prove a point before doomsday strikes. Doomsday is coming Casey. The horns will be blaring and whatever deity you call unto will reach out their hand and call you home. Why you may ask. I don’t know. I’m just fucking bored and want to see something squirm.

Jason Sandman just drops the microphone before walking over to where his chair and belt landed. Sandman picks them up, and flips out of the ring before heading to the back.

Suicidal Tendencies

An incredibly energetic video package comes up on the RedempTRON and there is a big pop from a lot of the fans as they recognize the familiar batpoop crazy stylings of "The Suicide Blonde", Arley Kirk, and we hear her voice over come into play.

Arley Kirk (voice over): I have a need..

In the video, the fans see Arley take a run up, leap off a fold out chair to the top rope and sky twister press onto a pack of opponents on the outside. An NFW commentator expresses his utter disbelief.

Matt Salvatore: ARE YOU FREAKIN YANKING ME RIGHT NOW?

The video switches up to Arley springing to the top, ropewalking and going to hurricanrana Rei Park, yet she shoves her partner, Jacob Striker, in her path. Undeterred, Arley switches trajectory, springs off his shoulders and DRILLS Rei's partner, Jenni Drew, with a Michi-Destroyer from 6ft high!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Marci D'Abruzzo: MADWOMAN!!

Arley Kirk (voice over): It's a simple need.

We then see a rabid Japanese crowd growing more rabid as a heavily bleeding Arley sets up a table X and then rolls Super Tiger onto it before she deftly climbs the rigging poles.

Arley Kirk (voice over): It's the need to break new ground, any which way someone wants to lay it out, I gotta be turning over that soil! There's gotta be something more..buried within.

In the video, Arley reappears atop the tron and a split second later, Arley has spun around and leapt off, delivering the most insane looking phoenix splash some have ever witnessed. It all goes to nought as Tiger rolls out of the way just in time and a loud *CRACK* sound issues as Arley plunges through her own contraption.

Arley Kirk (voice over): You dig deep enough, and you want it bad enough? You're gonna find it!

The crowd POP once more as rhe video washes away and we switch it up to AK in realtime. Arley appears onscreen in the hallway of The Grounds. She's all suited up for her four way contest tonight, and is clearly brimming with energy!

Arley Kirk: YUH, ST. LOUIE!!

Crowd: YUH, GRRRL!

Arley Kirk: The rumors are 100, yo. Here the heck I am, ready to show Redemption what this ol' Luchacore thang be all 'bout! And heck. What better way to do it than bein' jammed in a four way? Haha..four way..

Arley gets a giggle from the fans as her immaturity shines through.

Arley Kirk: No, no. Seriously. I can't WAIT to come on out there. I'ma take it to a dude more than twice my size tonight in Jake freakin Mason! Hey. Amish guys are cool, and it's nothing personal my dude, but I'ma run them proverbial rings around you! You WON'T know what hit ya until you're counting them lights. I'ma also get the opportunity to bash heads with Emily gotdang Simms!

There's a POP for Emily and AK gives them a thumbs up.

Arley Kirk: We're of very similar size, but seemingly very different disciplines, yo. Crazy meets methodical in the best fakkin' way tonight, let's go let's GO!!

The crowd gets right behind this with a rousing pop. Arley's face and the volume and tone of her voice slowly rises in intensity as she starts to bounce from side to side on the spot.

Arley Kirk: Ya know what else?? Tonight, I also meet with the reigning Redemption Television champion in Lyric! Hello, Lyric. We're... waaaaay too similar, and this is gonna be ELECTRIC. I know a thing or two about gold, having just come off a 461 day World title run, and you better believe, that has left a gotdang VOID. You also better believe that I'm comin' for that TV strap to fill it!

Arley beams as she waits a second for the fans to die down. She doesn't really make them want to be quiet as she makes heart hands.

Arley Kirk: Man you guys are more enthusiastic than me, and I'm getting ready to EXPLODE!

Yet another pop issues as AK leaps up and hits the mid air splits before landing and throwing some quick shadow punches.

Arley Kirk: AAAARGH!! I gots SO much more to say, but I can't take it no more!! I'ma let the rest come out in the ring! AK out!

The promo closes out on Arley as she raises a fist and then starts bolting at full lace through the halls in an effort to keep her abundant energy at bay.

Arley Kirk vs Jake Mason vs Lyric vs. vs Emily Simms

The feed cuts to the Redemption Studios, where we find Adam Lowe standing behind his desk. Behind him are 4K television screens showing the Redemption logo before changing to show the images of the combatants of the first match. The camera zooms in and Adam Lowe turns on the charm.

Adam Lowe: Hello ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the return of Redemption Wrestling. It has been a long, hard road to get to this moment, but here we are. We’ve already heard from our World Champion, Jason Sandman and just moments ago, we heard from Arley Kirk who will be competing in our opening match of the evening. Along with Arley Kirk, we will also see Emily Simms, Jake Mason, and our Television Champion, Lyric.

Arley Kirk is a former world champion who has forged the 'luchacore' style. AK has built a name across Mexico, Japan, the UK, and several territories of North America with her feats of athleticism. You gotta see it to believe it, man. This chick is as batshit insane as she is captivating to watch!

Emily Simms is a vibrant blond who has been involved with wrestling since high school. Wrestling is in her family as her father, Corey Simms was an amateur wrestler until he had to retire after suffering a broken neck. She’s far from new to YouTube where she has a channel with her manager and best friend, Eric Winters.

Jake Mason is a man of mystery. Not a lot is truly known about this man other than he seems to have appeared out of nowhere. I have looked into his past and there is no record that he exists.

Lyric, as I just said, is our Television Champion. She has defended that belt proudly throughout the world and has made the Redemption name proud. Now we have her home and I am sure she is ready to prove she deserves the belt now that she’s back with the best of the best.

Our action began the way so many of these four way matches begin. With one soul getting pounced on by the other three in the match. Jake Mason was that unlucky soul who was quickly circled by the three ladies in the match, and was quickly tossed out of the ring. From there, the three ladies went after each other and tried to prove their dominance.

The action moved around the ring, with both Emily Simms and Arley Kirk taking dives out of the ring to keep Mason out while Lyric and whomever else was in the ring at the time used every inch of space to their advantage. We move now to ringside with JJ Adams and Johnson McConnell for the conclusion of this match.

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Lyric throws Arley Kirk to the ropes, and looks to charge in with a closeline, but Kirk has other ideas as she stops herself and delivers a pele kick to the champion. Lyric drops to the mat and Arley looks ready to go to the top ropes, but it is cut off by Jake Mason, who looks ready to deliver a superkick to Arley only to take a shot to her knees and snap suplexes her into the turnbuckles.

JJ Adams: Jake Mason looks to be in control of this match as he drops Arley Kirk back first into the turnbuckles.

Johnson McConnell: This has definitely been a fast moving match, as the ladies want to keep the pace moving. Mason, on the other hand, looks ready to slow things down and give a more methodical approach to things.

Jake Mason turns his attention to Lyric, as he wants to be the one who puts the champion away. Jake Mason starts to lift Lyric up, but his efforts seem moot as Emily Simms comes into the ring and rolls Mason up.

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Mason is able to kick out of the pin and roll back to his feet. As he does, both Arley Kirk and Emily Simms both deliver a drop kick. Kirk’s to his back and Emily’s to his chest.

JJ Adams: Arley Kirk and Emily Simms seem to have an understanding as to how they want to win this match.

Johnson McConnell: Indeed they do, but they need to remember that this isn’t a tag team match and only one of them can win.

Emily Simms motions to Kirk that Lyric is getting to her feet and Arley pulls Mason up to his feet. Mason uses his size advantage and whips Arley into the ropes as hard as he can, throwing himself back down to the mat. The throw causes Arley Kirk to crash into Emily Simms and both ladies go over the top ropes, crashing to the floor below.

JJ Adams: And the alliance may be over as Arley Kirk’s inexperience caused her to lose focus and now neither her nor Emily Simms are on the inside.

Johnson McConnell: They are both to their feet and Emily is telling Arley how she feels about Kirk’s mistake. Arley starts throwing punches and the two of them are throwing shots.

Lyric realizes the situation she has in front of her and quickly springs to the top ropes and comes off the top turnbuckle with Wheel of Fortune on Jake Mason.

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Trinity Nicole: The winner of the match...and your Television Champion....LYRIC!!!

Lyric gets to her feet as “Concrete” by Poppy blares over the arena. She rolls out of the ring and picks up the Television Title as Jake Mason lays in the ring confused about what just happened.

Security runs over and attempts to break up the brawl happening between Emily Simms and Arley Kirk. The two ladies both look to be out for blood.

[Donnie]

So Sayeth the White Reaper

It’s only moments after the four way match between Emily Simms, Arley Kirk, Jake Mason and reigning Television Champion, Lyric has concluded. Once the competitors have cleared the ring, the raucous St. Louis crowd is on their feet in anticipation.

That’s when the lights go out and “Cry Little Sister” by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Unsure of who to expect, the crowd starts to stir, lighting their phones up to try to catch a glimpse of what’s happening. The Tron flashes “Fate” before blinking out. Slowly the lights along the ramp come up, illuminating the rows of hooded figures, each wearing a silver mask, standing on each side of the ramp. The lights along the stage slowly rise, allowing the fog to become visible. Standing off to one side is a tall, muscular man dressed head to toe in black leather, his hood obscuring his face. He steps to the top of the ramp and motions to the masked figures along the sides. Each of the seven figures along the ramp immediately kneel down in reverence.

The Tron suddenly flashes “White Reaper”, then it quickly changes to “Harbinger of Fate “, before finally transitioning into “Jinx”. That’s when the lights focus on the center of the stage where a small figure in a white hooded robe rises from beneath the stage slowly. Silver and red pyro begins to explode along the stage as the small figure tosses off her robe to reveal the platinum haired vixen, Jinx. She’s decked out in her signature white modified straight jacket and matching pants. Her face is painted white and accented with black kohl eyes and lips, her black beaded crown atop her head.

She steps out next to the unmasked man and they begin their descent down the ramp. As they pass the kneeling masked men, they rise to their feet and fall in line behind them. Jinx stops just short of the ring as her unmasked right hand man steps up and lowers the middle rope. Then she holds her hands out and her masked followers lift her to the apron. She steps through the ropes and takes a microphone from a follower who then steps back in line with the rest along the outside.

She raises the microphone to her full lips that are painted black in the shape of a heart and motions for the man to step in with her. The crowd begins to chant “REA - PER” over and over until Jinx motions to calm themselves.

Jinx: I see my wonderful children remember me. I knew you would be unable to forget the White Reaper...the Harbinger of Fate. Yes my children, I’m all of those things as well as some you aren’t aware of yet. Yes, I’m still Jinx.

She gestures to the masked and robed men outside the ring.

Jinx: You see, I have become the High Priestess of the Nameless...their Prophet and their Leader. I speak for those who have no voice. The anonymous, the desolate, the forsaken - they are my Nameless.

She strides casually around the ring as she speaks.

Jinx: You see, my disciples were unworthy of their given names, so as their High Priestess, I stripped them away and bestowed newer, more fitting ones.

She points to the masked Nameless from left to right as she addresses them.

Jinx: Before you stands Pride - a man who’s ego would give Mike “ The Ram” Ramsey a run for his money. This is Greed - a man who’d make Tony Field look like a charity case. This one is Lust - a man who’s sexual appetites would make Destiny Starr blush. Next is Envy - a man so consumed with possessing the best that even Max Ramsey would shy away in disgust. Then there’s Gluttony - a man so self-indulgent that he makes Noah Field look like a destitute monk. And who could forget Wrath - a man so sadistic, so depraved that Dean Davies looks like a saint in comparison. Finally this is Sloth - a man who’s so indifferent and apathetic that he makes Izzy High look ambitious.

She turns her back on them, stopping next to the hulking form of the unmasked man.

Jinx: I now possess each of their identities, their minds and their will. As you witnessed, they are willing to stand behind me - no matter what I ask of them. You witnessed the reverence they bestowed on me. The only other person that commands my Nameless -

She lays her hand on the shoulder of the tall, muscular man next to her.

Jinx: - is my Acolyte. My second in command. The one and only Bael. He alone is my voice, my conduit between myself and the Nameless for they have not earned that privilege.

Bael nods his head in deference to her.

Jinx: You have known me as the judgment for the wicked, but I no longer answer that call. The souls I reap will be the ones that I choose - no rhyme or reason - just my whim. And this is a warning to all those who choose to stand opposed - I no longer stand alone…

She raises her arms to the sky and lightning streaks down, extinguishing the lights completely. When they come back up, the entire ring is empty.

Tea and Crumpets, Fish and Chips

The view opens to show a coffeeshop in downtown St. Louis. The people are buzzing around and about until two men who stand out from the crowd enter in. They are an odd couple to say the least and look completely out of place in the coffeehouse, with one of them being rather girthy one dressed in a simple denim overall and a leather jacket and the other a smaller, wiry man in flashy pinstripe The camera moves in closer and the bigger man can be heard bellowing.

Eddie: Hey Rupert, I know its 5 o’clock but you really think they serve tea here? I’m pretty sure the sign said coffeehouse, not teahouse.

The Wiry man in pinstripe and aviator sunglasses tips the said shades up.

Rupert: Edward, my pedigree chum, what kind of uncivilized shithole would not serve tea. This country was founded on the backs of traitors who joined forces with the bloody french..sure they have their faults but a few hundred years should have them come around with some common sense. I mean enough immigrants does wonders and--

He eyes around for a free table, those long legs making it easy to step his way to the spot as he slumps down to a comfortable slouching position in the booth. Without as much as reaching for a menu he bellows out.

Rupert: Oi! Birdie..put the kettle on will ya?

Frowning, somewhat dissatisfied looking customer service person in charge, in her sad particular sense a waitress with too few tips glares at him.

Waitress: The menus are right there sir, why don’t you check out what you want and I’ll be back to get your order in a bit?

Rupert: What I want is a bloody cuppa’ tea, I did tell you to put the kettle on didn’t I?!

The bigger man sighed. Edde Penbrook had read up on the country of United States on their flight here, so he was better versed on the cultural differences between here and his native England. And he had been around Rupert long enough to know that this could escalate fast. So he intervened, turning to the waitress.

Eddie: I apologize for my friend here miss. We’ve had a long trip and a loss of a great man in our country has left him somewhat shaken. We’d like two cups of tea and some crump..muffins to go with them please.

The waitress looked at Eddie for a few moments, shifting her gaze between the two but finally turned around. Eddie looked at his friend with a slightly exasperated look

Eddie: Rupert, relax. We ain’t in London anymore. We need to make a good first impression since we’re going to be spending a lot of time here. No point in making us look like the bad guys. We’re a lot more tolerable than the two guys who make the other team in Redemption after all.

Rupert E. Fox paid no attention to his friends sage advice since he was going through the menu, without his sunglasses reading proved to be less challenging, the pale blue eyes went around frantically as if searching for something.

Rupert: Bollocks to this!

He slams the menu down and starts searching his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. John Player Special, ripping open the plastic and tinfoil before flicking one between his lips and went for the lighter.

Eddie: Rupert I don’t think--

Rupert: Then don’t I’m not sure it is required this side of the pond anyway. Look just having a puff while I wait for my cuppa, Don’t like flights anyway, would have rather crossed the atlantic on a ship. Like Prince Phillip, a great naval officer and a true class act bloke and geezer. Can you imagine that, a cunt hair away from 100 years and drops dead, bang! A great man an institution of the empire long gone who didn’t give a toss about rules, regulations and what a bunch of pretentious twats thought of--

Waitress: Ahem.

Rupert: Oh hello there sweetheart, got my tea yet?

Waitress: Sir, this is a non-smoking establishment.

Rupert eyes at her and nods.

Rupert: I bet, and it seems like a non-tea establishment as well. Let us make a deal between you and met Missus, you be a good girl and fetch me my cuppa and when you bring it to me, I’ll be done with this here, how about that?

He swings his cigarette about when Penbrook snatches it from and crushes the lit cigarette in his meaty grip without even flinching.

Eddie: Our apologies, Miss. He’s just..

Waitress: Yeah yeah, because a great man died, look it’s not that uncommon these days, explains the way he dresses up too honestly, you however..don’t look like you swing that way, ya big lug..

She smiles and winks at Eddie before walking away which sends Fox off to a rant.

Rupert: The bloody hell was that?! The fuck did she just call me man?! Our nation mourns a loss of a great man and she..she has the bloody nerve to judge how I dress!? This is some prime saville road tailoring from bloody London not some palookaville discount thrift shop!

He reaches for his pack of cigarettes to light one again but Eddie snatches the pack from him.

Rupert: Quit it! That is really annoying.

The big man sets the pack aside, leaning closer, his voice softer so others wouldn’t hear it but stern and authoritarian.

Eddie: Rupert, we’ve been in this bloody country for a few hours. Now is not the time to make a spectacle of ourselves. We have better things to focus on.

Rupert: Yeah, give me my fags then will ya?

Eddie: As soon as we make it out of here, but right now. Focus on being at least tolerable. I know it’s a stretch for you given what happened at Eton and ever since then you have been somewhat eccentric but..

Rupert: Do not, mention. Eton. To. Me. Edward. I. Do. Not. Like. It.

The big man smiled in a rather calm manner.

Eddie: Then, young master Fox, if I may be so bold to suggest, focus on something better. Like these two blokes with an X in their name, target your anger, channel it to something besides hasslin’ some poor lass who barely makes a living, got it?

With a grumble Rupert nodded.

Rupert: Fine, but if she isn’t here with my bloody cuppa tea in two shake of--

Waitress: and your tea sirs.

She puts in two cups and saucers, along with a larger plate of muffins before turning to Rupert.

Waitress: So sorry for your loss sir. Hope you like the tea at least.

Rupert: You what--

A glare from Penbrook made Fox swallow the rest of his anger.

Rupert: Cheers.

Looking at his friend with a small grin in the corner of his mouth, Eddie sipped his tea. He was a farm boy back home so he’d never had access to the finer blends of the drink, so to him it tasted just fine.

Eddie: Speaking of the two exes, you think they’re gonna have something unique to say about us? Or you think they’re just gonna go for the stereotypes and cliches? After all, Redemption can only have one set of tag team champions…

Looking carefully at Rupert's face, Eddie realized he wasn’t exactly a fan of the tea he had been given so instead of letting him go on another rant he continued.

Eddie: Assuming the bosses put the belts up at some point I mean. New fresh start for an old promotion from what I’ve read. It’d be like us goin to India and tellin them over there that we’re re-establishing the Raj. Didn’t your family have something to do with the East India Company back in the day? Anyway, I digress.

He was rambling, intentionally. But that was how he kept the eccentric geezer in check. He might be a farm boy but he wasn’t really simple. And keeping Rupert from making a fool of himself was part of the job handed to him by Lord Fox back home.

He sees Rupert twisting up his face something horrible as he shudders with disgust.

Rupert: ..what’s this..heated up piss?!

He has to use all of his control not to fling the cup along with the saucer across the damn room at the nearest wall.

Rupert: Oi! Slag!

Penbrook’s eyes lit up but for once, he wasn’t quick enough, Rupert jumped his way over the booth and with few smooth hops he managed to grab the nearby waitress by her apron and yank her face to face with him.

Rupert: What the bloody hell was that excuse of a tea you just brought us?! Lipton Yellow Label or something?! Do you have any idea about how to make a proper cuppa to begin with, about the right temperature, the mixture and serving fashions that even the most simpleton of maids from the east end knows?!

She seemed actually scared now as those pale blue eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets and spit flew from Fox’s mouth at her, his breathing was heavier and faster, it was clear that he was far from alright as the waitress stutters back.

Waitress: We are a coffee house sir, this isn’t a tea parlor or anything like that, people barely order tea, maybe the stock was just a bit off I can go ask for another one if..

Rupert: Do you even know what brand it is?

Waitress: ..the tea kind of brand?

By then Penbrook had made his way to the two of them, laid a meaty hand on his young friend’s shoulder.

Eddie: Rupert, let her go.

Fox’s grip loosens up and Penbrook slides the waitress a folded up bill, rather large one.

Eddie: Dreadfully sorry about that one miss. His medication is still being tested and, well the right kind of dosage takes a long time.

This seemed to hit a common ground with the waitress, who smiled and nodded.

Waitress: Yeah, my brother’s on something like that too, without it he gets these really scary episodes and..

Penbrook nodded.

Eddie: Precisely, don’t worry about the tea, it’s fine. We’ll be alright now.

He guided Rupert firmly back to the table and sat down as Rupert hissed at him.

Rupert: The fuck was that about medication, you know I don’t take them!

Eddie: ..which is precisely why you act like this, how the fuck do you think she was to bloody know a thing about tea? Look at this place, look at these people. They have no idea about Tea, or crumpets or biscuits like we have at home..this is America, they like coffee, they love that shite. Not tea.

Bravely Rupert reaches for his cup, trying to finish it, damn near vomiting it out as soon as he swallowed it.

Rupert: No wonder they dumped tons of this in the Boston harbour, this is shite.

Penbrook offers him the plate.

Eddie: There’s a good lad, have a muffin?

Rupert snatches one and bites down on it.

Rupert: So..about the two exes, and how they will approach us. I’d assume they wanna go with stereotypes, What else could you expect from a pair of lowbrow unwashed hicks from a land full of traitors, they’ll probably show up with cowboy hats, pickup trucks and guns talking about how great bacon is and--

Eddie: Precisely, stereotypes, only idiots would go for that kind of approach.

The joke at Rupert’s expense flew right over his head as he wolfed down his muffin.

Rupert: Precisely. We got this one mate, we are going to bring something unheard of yet fundamental to not just in the ring but to this country as a whole. The holy foundation and four corners of anything brilliant in this world.

Eddie: Tradition, Skill, Honesty and Class?

Rupert: Nah mate, Tea & Crumpets, Fish & Chips!

Not So Sweet

The camera pans away from HenHouse Slaughter and over to the backstage area where Eric Matthews, manager of Emily Simms is trying to calm her down after her match.

Emily: Ugh! I can’t believe that Arley got me counted out! The match was going so good too! I just wanted to get my hands on Lyric, she’s where I want to go.

Eric: Emily, you should try and calm down, maybe hit the showers. You’ll feel better after that, I’ll buy dinner on the way home.

Emily: For fuck sake Eric! How long have you known me?

Eric: Since high school.

Emily: Right and how many times has telling me to calm down ever actually worked?

She asked Eric as she glared up at him with her hands on her hips. Eric wasn’t sure what to say so he just shrugged his shoulders. Eric knew that anything he said was likely to get his head bitten off.

Eric: This was your first match is almost six months Emily. You were killing it over in Triple W and you’ll kill it here too. I know you will. I just think right now you need to focus more on your opponents instead of your win loss record.

Emily opened her mouth to say something smart to Eric and she changed her mind. She heaved a huge sigh and with the exhale she tried her best to let the anger over the match float away. Emily looked up at Eric again and stuck her tongue out at him as they headed off camera to Emily’s dressing room

Chance Field vs Clay Cash

Back in the studio again after an advertisement for Salvation: Prelude, live on YouTube every Sunday before the Salvation, Adam Lowe is once again in front of the 4K screen, with it showing highlights as he discusses the current match.

Adam Lowe: Our second match of the night features two up and coming wrestlers who should both have bright futures in this business, with second generation wrestler and son of Redemption founder, Chance Field, along with his “problem solver”, Ares Bones, and his girlfriend, Lilly Marx, escorting him to the ring. His opponent is the ultra talented hometown hero, Clay Cash, who the hardcore wrestling fans popped big for.

Adam Lowe: Chance attacked Clay before the bell rang, as he was taking off the robe he wears to the ring. He pulled the robe over Cash’s head, spun him around, and began to throw punches on the upstart, until the referee pulled him off. Once they were seperated, the referee checked on Clay, then rang the bell. Clay dashed across the ring and tackled Chance into the corner and began to unload fists in retaliation for the earlier attack and the match was on. Cash dominated the early part of the match, until Lily got up on the apron to show her concern and distracted Cash, leading to Chance hitting a chop block to the back of his knee, then lifted him up, and slammed the same knee hard into the corner turnbuckle. After that, Chance smartly worked the knee over, hampering Cash and his high powered offense. As the match grew on, Cash started to post a comeback and that’s where we take you to the full action.

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JJ Adams: A fire’s been lit under Clay Cash.

Cash goes for a DDT, but Chance reverses it and attempts a falling neckbreaker, but Cash escapes his grasp and slips away. He goes for a clothesline on Field, but Field steps to the side and uses his momentum to whip Cash into the corner. Chance charges in with a shoulder, but Cash hops over him, takes his back, and rolls him up in a pin attempt.

…..1

…..2

….Chance kicks out!

JJ Adams: Cash almost had him there.

Johnson McConnell: Nice little exchange there between both of these guys. Neither one is lacking for athletic ability. I see bright futures here, JJ.

Cash kips up, but when he does, his knee buckles a bit. This slowing down is all Chance needs. Chance grabs him from behind and puts him down with a bulldog headlock and goes for the pin.

…..1

…..2

….Cash kicks out. Chance starts arguing the count cadence with the referee.

JJ Adams: Cash kicks out after buckling the knee.

Johnson McConnell: Kicked out?! Field had him there. He has reason to argue that call. It’s frustrating to win a match and have the referee screw it up.

JJ Adams: Looked like a legit count to me.

Johnson McConnell: How many matches have you been in?....My point.

Chance turns his attention from the referee back to Cash, who’s gotten to his feet. When he turns, Cash gives him a kick to the gut and then takes the head and hits a chinbreaker. He follows up that up with a standing senton, then hooks the legs and goes for another pin attempt.

…..1

…..2

….Lily puts his foot on the bottom rope to break the count.

JJ Adams: That was it, if not for Lilly.

Johnson McConnell: Hey, the referee didn’t see it, and Chance has the numbers. It’s a good strategy.

Cash goes to the arpon and motions to the crowd. Then he comes over the top rope with a springboard elbow, only to get caught by a spin kick to the face.

JJ Adams: Deal Breaker!! Is this it?

Johnson McConnell: It’s gotta be. Did you see the power behind the kick? That was vicious.

Chance covers and the official counts.

…..1

…..2

…..3!

The referee calls for the bell.

Trinity Nicole: And the winner of the match by pinfall, the New Real Deal….CHAAAAAAANCE FIIIIIEEEEELD!

But Chance isn’t done. He shouts to Ares and then pulls up Clay Cash. As Ares gets in the ring, Chance whips Cash toward Ares, who nails him with a powerful hooking lariat.

Johnson McConnell: That’s devastating. He calls that, I believe, the Bone Breaker Lariat.

JJ Adams: Either way, this is just uncalled for. The match is over, Field won, but that’s not good enough, he has to add insult to injury here.

Johnson McConnell: It’s a statement, JJ. He’s letting the world know that the Field’s still reign supreme in Redemption.

Ares pulls up Cash by the throat, choking him. Then he lifts him up onto his shoulders, presses him above his head, then launches him toward Chance, who catches him with a falling neckbreaker.

Johnson McConnell: Wow, I’ve never seen anything like that.

JJ Adams: I don’t care too again, at least not in this context.

Chance smiles and mocks Cash, and then the booing crowd before the camera pulls away.

[Donnie]

A Different Kind of Shoot

The scene cuts to a quaint, backyard that is located in the Seattle, Washington area. Everything is calm and peaceful despite the obvious rain that is happening in the background. Redemption Wrestler Casey Holliday, in this pre-taped promo is minding her own business, largely in a calm state of mind, reflecting and thinking about a lot of things. Still, she’s in a confident state of mind as she begins to express her thoughts

Casey Holliday: I admit that since I left a certain place a few weeks ago, I’ve been mainly in the background. I haven’t said much, if anything. Part of that is because I’m not the type of person that feels the need to have to go out there and brag about everything I’ve done. I know what I’ve done. I know what I’ve accomplished. I’ve done many things that people my age can only dream about. That’s all the type of stuff that you’ll get to know the longer I’m here, but I’ll tell you one thing. I am incredibly driven to be the best at what I do. Casey Holliday isn’t someone that rests on her laurels and allows other people to take advantage of her nor get the better of her. I am not someone that just stands by and expects the world to be handed to her. I’m not someone that takes shortcuts to where I get to where I know I am capable of being. Another part of why I have been in the background so willingly? Well, let’s just say that there’s a recent experience that I’ve been dealing with and coping with…

At this point, Casey takes a pause. Her confidence is there, but she is clearly experiencing some bitterness the moment that she brings up this ‘recent experience’. It’s obvious that even a few weeks later, there’s still a part of it that is clinging to her.

Casey Holliday: Now, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Oh great, this is the part where someone new comes in and trashes their old company’. No, I’m not going to do that. Although I am going to say that it feels damn good to be here in Redemption Wrestling and it sure as hell feels good to be in a modern wrestling company that isn’t stuck in the good ol’ boy territory days of the 1980’s… because let me tell every single one of you this. I am not a wrestler that is stuck in the old days. From day one, I have always fancied myself on being a modern day prodigy of this business. I have always seen myself as a piece of the future of this business. I’ve always fancied myself on being the wrestler of NOW… TODAY. I’m all about being the best of a current era and I have been on multiple occasions. I didn’t come here to be lost in the shuffle, because that’s sure as hell not my M.O., that’s NEVER been my M.O. and that never WILL be my M.O.

Those that I face in that ring, beginning with Jason Sandman, the world champion himself at that, are going to know exactly why I’ve been as successful as I have been in my career at such a young age and why that will continue to be the case as I come into this company, facing perhaps the toughest competition of my career so far, and continue to show the world why Casey Holliday is truly a prodigy of her generation and a wrestler that represents what it means to be “now”. That ‘recent experience’... all I’m going to say about that is that going through that really shook me up for a while… but I’m not going to be a victim of it. At the end of the day, I am somewhere that I KNOW is going to be a much better fit for me. I am somewhere where I know I can go in there, be whoever the hell I want to be, be ME all over again, and hey, it’s going to be that fucking nice to know that I’m FINALLY going to use my finishing move for a damn change.

I didn’t come here to be jerked around.

I didn’t come here to be second best to anyone else.

I know you’re the champion, Jason… and I respect the hell out of you for that. But let’s be real honest with each other. Doesn’t it say so much about me that I’m coming into this company and I’m going straight into the fire? Doesn’t it say so much about me that my first match here is against you? It sure as hell tells me that this company values me a hell of a lot more than that other one did. Tonight, at your expense, I’m rising above that experience I just had… and the world is finally going to get to see everything that Casey Holliday is all about!

Casey delivers a bit of a confident wink, delivering some confidence in the face of adversity and letting everyone know she’s not someone that backs down and accepts being second best as the scene ends.

The Great(?) Return

Stephen Rawlings steps through the hallways towards the commissioner office.

The secretary looks up from her computer.

Secretary: No Stephen!

Stephen Rawlings: What? You don’t even know why I am here…

Secretary: NO!

Stephen Rawlings: Come on…

The secretary stares at him.

Secretary: Fine… What?

Stephen Rawlings: I’m here to see Teresa.

Secretary: Nope!

Stephen Rawlings: What do you mean ‘nope?” I am a wrestler and she is the commissioner and therefore it is her job to get her ass out here, or your job to let my ass in THERE so I can bitch slap the fuck out of her for not booking me.

Secretary: None of those things will be happening.

Stephen Rawlings: If you don’t let me in right now, so help me God… I will get you fired for this!

Secretary points at the wall

Secretary: Read the sign!

Stephen glances at the sign. It says “No Stephen Rawlings allowed”

Stephen Rawlings: No Stephen Rawlings allowed? What is that shit? That’s discrimination!

Secretary: Oh yeah? Against what?

Stephen Rawlings: Stephen Rawlings around the world!

Secretary: She left a memo too if you want to hear it. “If you let Stephen Rawlings into my office, not only will I fire you, but I will make sure you never work again. “

Stephen Rawlings: See, look! She’s a fucking cunt! Let me in! I can take care of it!

Secretary: No means no Stephen! Now, back away from the desk before I call security.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh sure.. If it’s the same dipshits that were here before then it’ll be a fun little party. Call ‘em out here to chitchat!

She hits a button and the door opens up. Two large men in security uniforms step out of the room.

Security Guard 1: Mr. Rawlings! You are harassing this young women and she has asked you to step away from her desk.

Security Guard 2: If you don’t want trouble, I suggest you step away… Now!

Stephen cracks his knuckles.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t?

Security guard 1 pulls out a taser gun and shoots Rawlings with it. Rawlings drops instantly to the ground and starts convulsing. He screams like a little girl, and then pisses his pants.

Security Guard 2: Great… What’d you do that for? Now we have to wipe up the floor!

The security guard lets go of the trigger and walks over to Stephen who is breathing hard.

Security Guard 1: Teresa says hi, and if you try to get into her office again… Next time it won’t be so… Tame…

He yanks the taser out of Stephen’s chest.

Security Guard 1: Crawl to the nurse… She can fix ya up!

And he kicks Stephen over to his stomach to help him on his way.

Stephen looks back and grimaces.

Stephen Rawlings: You will both pay for this… Trust me!

Stephen starts to crawl away and the camera fades.

Cryptic Warnings

Suzie Donnelly comes walking down the hall with a confused look on her face. Looking at all the names on the doors, she is not finding what she is looking for. Finally, she looks back at the camera man.

Suzie Donnelly: Are you sure we’re going in the right direction? I know he competed earlier, but there is no locker room with Jake Mason’s name on it.

Almost as soon as she says that, a light that had appeared to be burned out, lights up and as clear as day is the door marked Jake Mason. Hesitantly, Suzie Donnelly walks down the hall and knocks on the door. She hears someone moving around in the room. Suzie slowly opens the door and walks in, finding a man sitting in the corner. The man is dressed in very proper looking clothing, from his vest all the way down to his pants that are hemmed to perfection with no crease out of place. On his head is a top hat which is pulled down, covering his eyes. Unsure what is going on, Suzie Donnelly walks closer, and tries to have a few words.

Suzie Donnelly: Jake Mason? If that’s you, I wanted to ask you a couple questions.

Jake Mason doesn’t move his hat at all in acknowledgement of Suzie, but just starts speaking.

Jake Mason: It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Tonight wasn’t supposed to go this way. I embarrassed myself in front of the master, and maybe that’s the problem. One must not take personal affections to heart when there is a mission to be accomplished. The future can’t be changed because focus is lost.

Suzie Donnelly: I’m sorry. I seem to be confused by your comments.

Jake Mason: One would be when their mind isn’t capable of understanding such as my purpose here. Allow me to enlighten you. My name is Jake Mason, and I am a prophet sent back to warn this time of what’s to come.

Suzie Donnelly: Prophet? This time? Are you trying to tell me…

A slight snicker can be heard coming from Mason.

Jake Mason: I am trying to tell you that I know everything about your life, Suzie. From the moment you were born, the messy relationships you’ve had, the hard work you’ve put in to become a good journalist, and your death. I even know your next question, so I will just answer it.

Jake Mason pauses for a moment while anticipation builds up in Suzie Donnelly’s throat.

Jake Mason: I don’t know exactly why I am here. I just know that I was sent here to make sure the timeline runs exactly how The Master wants it ran.

Pausing for a moment, Jake Mason again speaks without Suzie Donnelly saying anything.

Jake Mason: That would almost be a terrific question if not asked by a fool. The Master is the one who brings the one truth to all of creation. It’s the only truth in existence.

Suzie is cautious to speak, but does.

Suzie Donnelly: Which is?

Jake Mason: You will find out soon enough. It all begins later tonight. Be prepared. Answers are coming. Now go, for you are needed elsewhere.

Suzie Donnelly is still lost by what just happened, but exits the room regardless as Jake Mason continues in his thoughts.

Hour One Main Event
Rosie Sinn vs. Scarlett Payne

In the studio with Adam Lowe

Adam Lowe: It’s time for the hour one main event. This match put two veterans of Redemption going one on one, with Scarlett Payne, former Television and World Champion, in one corner. While in the other corner was Rosie Sinn, best known for her part of the faction Omaha Hardcore, but who’s found singles success after leaving Redemption. Scarlett came out first to a loud pop from the crowd in the grounds, as she was followed to the ring by the ever loyal Seven. Rosie came out next and catered to the crowd with her mic work on the way to the ring, closing it by saying “And that’s punk”.

The two shook hands and the match began. These two chain-wrestled early on. Somehow, it always ended up into a stalemate. The match began to build and build as they exchanged moves and reversals. The crowd was wearing out from the cheers for both sides as competition chants of “Scarlett” and “Rosie” shook the foundation of the arena. Then, the ring announcer said there was fifteen minutes left. Despite the exhaustion, they both kicked it into an entirely new gear. Both were adamant to finish the other off and walk away with the win. Now let’s show you the action of the finish.

JJ Adams: Just under two minutes left, are either one of these women going to be able to finish the other off?

Johnson McConnell: I hope so. You know what they say about a tie, it’s like kissing your sister.

Scarlett kips up to her feet while Rosie pulls herself up using the ropes. The two charge at each other and fists start flying from both with neither backing down. Scarlett goes for a superkick but Rosie dodges out of the way and counters with a backflip kick.

JJ Adams: That’s one of her big moves. Could this be it?

The referee drops to count.

ONE...
TWO...
THR-Scarlett gets her elbow up.

JJ Adams: What perseverance from Scarlett.

Johnson McConnell: That’s been her calling card her entire career. No matter what, she’s never giving up.

JJ Adams: The same could be said about Rosie.

Trinity Nicole: One minute left.

Rosie wastes no time. She grabs Scarlett by the head and pulls her up. Then she motions to the roaring crowd and goes for a Liberty Spike (Straight jacket double knee breaker), but Scarlett is able to reverse the straight jacket hold and turns it into a swinging reverse STO.

JJ Adams: Scarlett just hit the Payne Killer!!

Johnson McConnell: This has got to be it.

Scarlett covers.

ONE...
TWO...
THRE-Rosie kicks out!

Scarlett looks on in disbelief. She sits on the mat staring at Rosie. Then Seven slams his hands on the apron from outside and it snaps Scarlett back. She looks to the outside. Seven taps his wrist and then to the top rope.

JJ Adams: Seven’s trying to get her focused. Letting her know time is ticking.

Scarlett nods her head, then goes to the top rope. She motions to the crowd and they roar.

Johnson McConnell: She’s calling for the Adrenaline Rush.

Just as Scarlett is about to fly, the bell rings.

Trinity Nicole: This match has ended in a time limit draw.

The fans of both Rosie and Scarlett are disappointed. Scarlet slinks down from the top turnbuckle then jumps off. Rosie sits up and shakes her head.

JJ Adams: These two women should be proud. They put on a show stealing match.

Johnson McConnell: Record books don’t show a show stealer, JJ. They show a draw. Neither one got the W and that’s gotta hurt.

Rosie’s now on her feet. Scarlett approaches her and holds out her hand to shake it. Rosie, without even thinking about it, slaps her hand away and then rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp. Scarlett just stands there confused.

JJ Adams: Wow. Scarlett tried to give her a show of respect after a spectacular match and Rosie just snubs her.

Johnson McConnell: Told you JJ, it’s all about that W, without it, none of it matters. It’s a wasted effort.

[Donnie]

Legendary

In an already recorded promo the viewer catches sight of a personal gym. There are two walls that the viewer can see; one covered in glass mirrors and the other covered in trophy’s, belt’s, and awards.

In front of the mirrors is a muscle bound man, every part of his body ripped. His bronzed skin glistens with either sweat or baby oil. His shirtless pecks tighten with every curl of the weights he has in his hand. He watches himself in the mirror seemingly taking great joy in what he sees.

Standing to his right is a man who is the same height, but while built, is considerably smaller in stature. He has curly brown hair with a million dollar smile. While the larger man is very much dressed like a gym rat, the smaller man, while wearing athletic garb, still has a posh look to him. The smaller man speaks.

Xander Maxwell: I’m Xander Maxwell. This large specimen standing next to me is Xavier Cross. If you’ve never heard of us then shame on you, because you’re an idiot. We’re two of the biggest stars in wrestling. I’m a blue chip athlete from a white collar background. I don’t like to brag (laughs), okay, I do. I’m what people call a prodigy. I have that “it” factor. Looks, personality, skill. I’m the perfect combination.

Xavier puts down his weights and turns toward the camera. He starts flexing his muscles.

Xavier Cross: As for me, look at this body. Have you ever seen anything like it? I’ve got muscles where people never even thought there were muscles. I promise you, no one is built like I am. I’m a freak of nature. Point is, separately, either of us are good enough to win your World Championship and you would be privileged if we did. But together…

Xander Maxwell: Together we’re unstoppable. So why should we be great alone when together we can be legendary. This is a notice. Redemption, this is our time. Move out of the way or get kicked to the side.

The camera pulls back and you see a draped sign on the wall that says 2X.

Searching For an Answer

The show shifts to the gorilla position, where commissioner Teresa LaChance is standing by a monitor watching the tail end of the 2X promo. Teresa has two large security guards standing near her.

With Teresa’s attention diverted, Scarlett Payne along with Seven pause just a few feet away, their voices low.

Scarlett Payne: Ya think T can help me figure out what crawled up Rosie’s ass tonight?

Seven shrugs his shoulders.

Seven: *grunt*

The duo step up next to Teresa.

Scarlett Payne: Yo, commish! What’s shakin’ bacon?

Teresa looks at her, then to Seven and smiles.

Teresa LaChance: Could you do me a favor? You’re huge. Move about two feet to the left. You’ll block the view to that hallway. I don’t want Stephen Rawlings finding me.

Then she turns back to Scarlett.

Teresa LaChance: If I had to guess, frustration. Your name carries a lot of weight around here. A win over you is huge. So is a time limit draw, but I guess she doesn’t see things that way.

Seven steps over to block the view as Scarlett shakes her head in confusion.

Scarlett Payne: it’s not just the frustration. She like slapped my hand away. Talk about harshing my vibes, ya know?

Seven: *grunt*

Scarlett Payne: Yeah I know, bro. I know I’m a former World Champion and Television Champion but I’m no one’s trophy ta get to the top, feel me? I mean, c’mon T, ya gotta admit that was a little harsher than necessary out there.

She places her arm around Teresa’s shoulder and smiles.

Scarlett Payne: So….whatcha think we oughta do about it?

Teresa nods her head.

Teresa LaChance: Tell you what, I’ll give you two a chance to hash it out next week in the ring. I don’t know against who yet, but I’ll team you two up in a tag team match. Gives you two a chance to figure this out. Also, I won’t lie, Scarlett Payne and Rosie Sinn teaming up for the first time? That’s ticket sales and ratings.

Scarlett Payne: Doll, I’ve ALWAYS been ratings gold and ya know for a fact my merch always outsold everyone! But ya make a good point, Rosie and I are tag team specialists extraordinaires. We’ll blow the roof off as long as she gets her panties out of a bunch by then.

Seven: *grunt*

Scarlett Payne: I know, I shouldn’t have said that so I’m sorry. Ya got your match, T. Thanks for helpin’ out.

Teresa looks from Scarlett, to Seven, and back to Scarlett.

Teresa LaChance: How the heck do you understand him?

Scarlett laughs loudly while Seven’s chest shakes with unheard laughter.

Scarlett Payne: Years of practice, my dude. Years of practice….

They both pat her on the shoulders and head down the hall as the scene fades out.

Who’s Hungry Jack

The camera cuts somewhere in the backstage area. It focuses on the Beast of Feast. Hungry Jack is dressed in a red Adidas tracksuit. The smile on his face goes with his upbeat personality.

Hungry Jack: My name is Hungry Jack! If you've never heard of me, you're about to get a crash course in everything you need to know. As you can tell by looking at me, I'm a large man. A large man with an appetite and competitive nature to match. My appetite has made me a champion competitive eater. Don't mistake me for just another fat guy though. Those who've stepped into the ring with me soon regretted it.

Jack thinks to himself for a moment. He nods his head proudly remembering his prior conquests.

Hungry Jack: Now you might be wondering why I chose Redemption. The answer is simple. It's the pinnacle of the wrestling business. If you are tuning in, you already know that. You want to know what sold me on signing on the dotted line? Take a look at this!

The camera pans to the left of Jack and shows numerous catering tables. Each of the tables holds a feast fit for a king.

Hungry Jack: Only a top notch company would provide a spread like this! How many places are going to feed you this well to beat people up? Oh how I can't wait to beat people up.

He rubs his hands together in anticipation. Is it for the food or fight? Only Jack knows for sure.

Hungry Jack: It's not only the buffet that's top notch, but look at this roster! You want big names? You got it! Up and comers? We got those too! But they are dwarfed by Hungry Jack! It won't be long until I'm in the ring and showing everyone why they should be worried.

The look on his face becomes serious for just a moment.

Hungry Jack: I've just put everyone on notice.i guess that just leaves one thing left to say...Who's Hungry?

Once again turning his attention to the catering tables, he grabs a huge turkey leg. As he takes a massive bite the camera cuts away.

Agony vs Lucky Keenan

Adam Lowe is in the Redemption studio at the offices of Redemption Wrestling.

Adam Lowe: I never thought I’d say this again, but I’m about to bring you a Lucky Keenan match. I’m his first match back in a Redemption ring he caught Agony. Lucky came out to a huge pop from the crowd, which he seemed to have mixed feelings about. From there…we’ll…you just have to see for yourself.

Live at the ring.

The bell rings and Lucky runs at Agony and levels him with a clothesline.

JJ Adams: Lucky Keenan is wasting no time getting things going tonight.

Johnson McConnell: He looks like a caged up animal in there trying to get loose.

Agony pops back up. Lucky grasps him and hits a high release German suplex. Agony is slow to get up this time. When he does, Lucky hits a second high release German Suplex. Then he scrapes him up off the mat and hits a third, this time into the corner turnbuckle.

JJ Adams: This is just brutal.

Johnson McConnell: And fun. This is fun to watch. I missed Redemption. This is what wrestling is.

Lucky grabs a handful of hair and yanks Agony up. Then he hits a discus clothesline and follows it up with an STF.

JJ Adams: He’s locked him in the Lucky Streak.

Johnson McConnell: Look at him bridge to add that pressure. That’s someone who knows how inflict pain.

Agony starts to tap out. The referee calls for the bell and Lucky releases the hold as he announced the winner.

JJ Adams: Impressive return for Lucky Keenan.

Johnson McConnell: Impressive? JJ, if Lucky is this focused, this roster better look out, because no one will stop Lucky Keenan.

[Donnie]

Fate of the Damned

As soon as Agony clears out of the ring, Lucky grabs a microphone. He paces the ring slapping himself and mumbling to himself.

Lucky Keenan: I know what to say! Get out of my head.

He goes to the turnbuckle and takes a seat on the top rope.

Lucky Keenan: Last time we were here, things didn’t go well.

He slaps his head.

Lucky Keenan: We let people get into our head. We let them take our condition and use it against us. They manipulated us. But we are different this time. Lucky’s different, Drake is different. We are one. As you saw, when we are one, no one can stop us.

That’s when the lights go out, only “Cry Little Sister” by Marilyn Manson starts playing. When they come up again, there’s a tall, hooded figure at each ring post silver masks on their faces. A tall, muscular man in leather with a hood over his head stands slightly behind the diminutive woman who’s clad in a white modified straight jacket with matching pants and a white carnival mask held up to her face. The duo stand at the bottom of the ramp, eyes never leaving Lucky. The white haired woman raises a hand to the sky and all of a sudden, lightning cracks. She cocks her head and lowers her mask and raises a mic.

Jinx: Lucky, Lucky, Lucky, my dear, sweet child, you say you’re different. Well, you’re not the only one, darling. The White Reaper has found her calling (she motions to the figures) I have found that the Nameless needed a leader...a prophet to guide them through the darkness.

The man next to her steps up on the apron and sits on the middle rope, opening it for her as she steps up behind him. She steps through the ropes with him close behind her.

Jinx: You say no one can stop you but I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings. The Fates are not in your favor, my lovely. They have always favored their Harbinger - their Reaper. And I have seen your fate and I wouldn’t wish it on - well, me. So I have to know, do you really think you have the fortitude to stand against me or do you prefer to walk with me as my Nameless?

Lucky rubs the side of his head.

Lucky Keenan: No, not yet. Let me handle it. Your way isn’t always the right way.

Lucky turns stone cold serious as he turns his attention back to Jinx.

Lucky Keenan: Lady, we don’t know who you are, but you want us to join you? Why? So we can give up our names? Stand behind you? So someone can manipulate us, use us, then toss us away when it no longer fits their agenda? We don’t need to be saved, because we aren’t the Nameless, we are the Damned, and we rather like it that way. In case you haven’t figured it out yet lemme spell it out for you. I think we’ll stand against you.

Jinx waves her hand, motioning to her Nameless.

Jinx: I never said you needed to be saved, my child. I simply offered an alternative to standing against me and meeting your inevitable fate. I do apologize for not introducing myself properly, you’re standing in front of the White Reaper - the Harbinger of Fate herself. My name is Jinx.

She taps her index finger to her black painted lips.

Jinx: You call yourself the Damned and if you continue on this path, then you are absolutely correct, for I will reap your soul before it’s said and done. You might have an army inside that head of yours but I have an army at my back. Still willing to follow this course?

Lucky looks to be losing his patience quickly.

Lucky Keenan: Let us save you time. You say dark cryptic things. We push back and tell you to kiss our ass. You and the big silent guy attack us and we brawl. So can we please…PLEASE..just get to the fighting?!

Jinx: (laughing) And give you what you want? What you expect? I think not…

At that moment, the lights go out once more. When they come back on again, Jinx and her unmasked assistant stand at the top of the ramp while the ring has filled with the Nameless.

Lucky grabs the closest one and hits a Lucky Draw (stunner on him). He’s soon swarmed by the others, each laying heavy punches and kicks in rapid succession. As Lucky tries to fight back, his arms are held behind him as one of the Nameless shoves his knee into Lucky’s back, keeping him on his knees.

Jinx: I tried to warn you, my child. So I’ll make this as crystal clear as possible. Since you are determined to stand opposed, then I suggest you find a partner because you will be facing my Nameless…

She raises her hands up and the lights suddenly go out again. When they come back up, only Lucky is left lying in the ring alone and Jinx and the Nameless are gone.

To The Point

Anthony Cross is sitting at the bar at Benton Park Cafe in St louis. He has his arms folded on the counter top as he watches the television behind the bar that has Salvation on.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:I can’t say that I am at all surprised at what I have seen thus far. I am not surprised how well Salvation has gone thus far because there is a plethora of talent on this roster I have crossed paths with at one point or another. So to say that this roster is so far stacked would be an understatement. Which is why I felt the desire that became a necessity to be here in Redemption and here I am. Not actually there physically at The Grounds but that doesn’t mean that my attention is not devoted strictly to Redemption. Which is why I couldn’t bear to watch on site or from my In-laws home that is just a few minutes from here.

Anthony sits straight up.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:I can sit here and tell you all the same things that we all tell the world. All of the belligerent recalcitrants should know what I am all about but you don’t know why I have on my agenda. An agenda that will be laid out for each of you in due time.

Anthony looks back towards the television.

The Dick Is Back

The feed transitions fluidly to the back halls of the Grounds, where the idiosyncratic but exuberant reigning Television Champion, Lyric is seated on the floor. The quirky California native has changed out of her gear and into a metallic red and black tank top and matching shorts that are paired with a pair of red Converse sneakers. Her long, blonde locks are pulled up in high pigtails, one side tipped in red and the other tipped in black. Her championship belt is laid next to her, looking completely at odds with the array of red-tinted rune stones laid out in front of her.

She cocks her head to the side in curiosity and listens to an unheard voice.

Lyric: Seriously, Xaxis?! Do you not see I’m in the middle of a reading? For the love of Hecate, will you learn when to shut up?!

She shakes her head in aggravation as she reaches out to pick up the stones. Lyric closes her eyes as she
cups the runes, releasing them once more.

Lyric: Why in the Moon Goddess do they keep coming up with discord in my future? It makes no sense…

Stephen Rawlings is walking through the halls and stops when he sees Lyric.

Stephen Rawlings: Ugh…. Not this bitch again…

He walks over to her.

Stephen Rawlings: Why are you sitting on the floor? Get rammed too hard in the ass last night and can’t handle a chair?

Lyric exhales loudly and talks to herself.

Lyric: That explains the discord…

She cocks her head to the side then chuckles.

Lyric: No Xaxis, I’m not gonna let you out so you can eat him...for now. Deal?

She nods her head as she receives her answer then looks up at Rawlings, motioning to the rune stones.

Lyric: Afraid not but it sounds like you're mixing your night and mine up. Since you obviously can’t see past your nose, I was doing a reading and talking to Xaxis. Why the hell are you here all up in my bubble?

Stephen looks around and motions.

Stephen Rawlings: You are in the hallway. I was looking for someone, but then I smelled your sour cooch and I had to come clean up the mess.

She scoops up her stones quickly and stands up, smiling brightly.

Lyric: I hate to break it to you, my dear pain in the ass, that smell is your breath blowing back in your face. The only thing you need to clean up is the trail of dripping insecurity you’re leaving behind you.

Stephen Rawlings: It’s always the same with you. You and I both remember you being all into me when I had that bastard of a son of mine fighting my battles for me… And as much as I enjoy beautiful blondes lusting for me… There’s no place for it here in Redemption. This is a wrestling establishment. Not a booth where you can get your fortune read for a quarter and a blowey for a dime. We need to get back to basics…. And that is a bunch of chiseled oiled up dudes beating the shit out of each other. The way it USED to be. Now scat! Before I make you!

Lyric laughs heartily.

Lyric: You are so beyond delusional when it comes to women! I hate to break it to ya but I could barely stand to be in the same room with you!

She pauses, listening to an unheard voice.

Lyric: Not yet, Xaxis. It’s not dinner time yet.

She gives Rawlings a smug smile.

Lyric: Just a head’s up, Xaxis is really, REALLY wanting to eat you for dinner. But let’s get back to what you were babbling about. You wanna make this an all male industry? What? Is Grinder not working out so well for you or are you just that afraid of getting your ass kicked by a chick?



Stephen Rawlings: I am nor have I ever been afraid of fighting a chick. My ass has never been “kicked” by one, nor will it ever. I just miss the time when the pussy patrol didn't all woman-power the hell out of this place. Back in the day you worked your ass off to get titles. Not get handed title shots because you bleed at the same time of the month as our cunty commissioner. The shit I had to go through… Back when Redemption was a REAL fed… You can only imagine… You lot just have drinks and hand out shots like you are drinking them. It needs to stop. Bullshit Champbitchness needs to disappear. Let the men earn shots the right way… Let the men entertain the crowds… You sure can't… Only thing the crowds want outta you is the chance to see your tits. They come to see us wrestle. Let us wrestle…. You go back to doing what you do best… Being eye candy… You give us back your titles… Your responsibilities… and let the real men take care of things.

With that, Stephen walks away and disappears around the corner.

Lyric shakes her head as she watches him.

Lyric; I know Xaxis, he knows he’s getting old and can’t keep up with us anymore. I’ve seen plenty of footage of the women kicking his ass all over the ring.

She listens to the unheard response.

Lyric: I told you, it’s not dinner time yet but if he keeps it up, I’ll put him on your menu,

She turns and heads the opposite direction as the scene fades out.

Draco Dragotta vs Johnny Payne

Cutting to the control room at The Grounds, Adam Lowe is standing in front of the state of art 4K HD screen. As he describes what’s going on, the highlights flash across the screen beside him.

Adam Lowe: The next match was the debut of Draco Dragotta against Redemption mainstay, Johnny Payne. Draco was the first to make his entrance, and even the fans who were unsure of who the newcomer was were put off by the way he carried himself to the ring. Johnny’s entrance was just the opposite, with the fans going ballistic for Johnny Payne. On the way to the ring Johnny really catered to the fans; stopping to take selfies, signing autographs, slapping high fives. Even once he got into the ring, he ignored his opponent and played to the fans. Draco eventually grew tired of this, and came up behind Johnny while he was on the middle turnbuckle with his back turned to him and he hit a dragon suplex on him from the middle rope into the middle of the ring to start the match off. From there, Johnny never could rebound. Draco used his power to keep Johnny off his feet, negating his agility based style. A few times, it looked like Johnny was about to mount a comeback, but he was cut off by Draco. Now let’s head down to ringside for the finish.

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Johnny grabs the middle rope as he tries to pull himself up. Draco goes to the same rope and places his knee on the back of Johnny’s neck, choking him against the rope as the referee counts.

…..1

…..2

…..3

….Draco breaks the hold.

JJ Adams: Johnny just can’t seem to bounce back from the middle turnbuckle dragon suplex. He’s never gotten his feet under him since then.

Johnson McConnell: He shouldn’t have been pandering to the crowd. This is wrestling, not crowd pandering. Draco seems to understand it. I like this guy.

JJ Adams: He’s definitely looked good in this match.

Draco stands back, holding his arms up as if to say “who me”. Meanwhile, Payne gets to his feet. Just as he does Draco runs at him and spikes him with a running DDT. Draco goes for the pin, but Johnny somehow manages to roll him up in a small package.

…..1

…..2

..Draco kicks out.

JJ Adams: Big momentum changer from Johnny Payne there.

Johnson McConnell: Is that the first offense he’s really gotten in? Yeah, that was a fluke.

Johnson no more says fluke and Draco blocks a punch from Johnny then levels him with a standing clothesline. He lifts Johnny back up to his feet. Johnny slips his grasp and goes for the Johnny Payne Kick, but Draco catches the foot, then transitions into a mat shaking spinebuster.

Johnson McConnell: I think I felt that all the way up here. Johnny’s gonna need a chiropractor tomorrow.

JJ Adams: Dragotta has some power. He’s an impressive piece of work in there.

Draco goes to the top rope. He points at Johnny then he flies off Diving Splash.

JJ Adams: He calls that move the money shot.

Johnson McConnell: Money shot? I thought that was…

JJ Adams: We have kids watching at home…

Johnson McConnell: Sorry…

Draco plays to the crowd, signalling the end is here. Then he pulls Payne to his feet, then finishes him with a headlock driver.

Johnson McConnell: Dragotta Driver!! Dragotta Driver!! I’ve been waiting to see that move. I’ve seen it on YouTube, but in person is..that’s devastating.

JJ Adams: This could be it here.

Draco covers and the referee counts.

…..1

…..2

…..3!

The referee calls for the bell while the ring announcer announces the finish.

Trinity Nicole: The winner of this match...DRACCCOOOO DRAGOOOTA??

JJ Adams: Impressive debut by Draco Dragotta.

Johnson McConnell: He just dominated Johnny Payne.

JJ Adams: I’ve never seen Johnny dominated like that.

Johnson McConnell: Yeah, well, maybe next time the idiot will learn to stay focused on the match and not on the crowd. That’s a rookie mistake made by a veteran.

The fans boo, but Draco just soaks in the reaction as the show shifts away.

[Donnie]

Let’s Do It Again

Johnny Payne, along with his wife, Mia Hampton, are backstage wandering around as if looking for something. Still in his wrestling tights, Johnny turns the corner and almost bumps into the redheaded Suzie Donnelly.

Johnny Payne: Are you an interviewer?

Suzie Donnelly: I am.

Johnny Payne: Are you sure?

Suzie Donnelly: The last time I checked that was my job description

Johnny Payne: Good, I want an interview. But first…

Johnny reaches into the tape on his wrists and pulls out a business card.

Johnny Payne: Come check out Best Buds in Huntington Beach or San Diego. We have the best edibles you’ll find…

Mia elbows Johnny in the ribs.

Mia Hampton: Johnny, focus. Wrestling...not promotion...

Johnny Payne: Right, so interview me, and make sure you ask me about my match earlier tonight.

Suzie Donnelly: Ohhhkay. Earlier tonight you were more or less humiliated by Draco Dragotta.

Johnny Payne: That’s right, I fought Draco Malfoy earlier tonight.

Suzie Donnelly: That’s not his name.

Johnny Payne: Ivan Drago?

Suzie Donnelly: Nope.

Johnny Payne: Dragon Ball Z?

Suzie Donnelly: Nope.

Johnny Payne: Okay, so I fought this guy who sounds like Dragon. Maybe I took him a little lightly. Maybe I was too busy playing to the crowd. Maybe, I doubt it, but maybe I ate one too many edible or took one too many hits before I came to the arena tonight. Either way, I can do better. I’m better than that. I’ve beaten guys like Dragon man my entire career. We’re all allowed a bad night. I mean, I came here anyway not even expecting a match. I figure this would be a showcase of new talent, not old talent.

Suzie Donnelly: Uhmm, Johnny, this match was booked two weeks ago.

Johnny looks at Mia.

Johnny Payne: Was it?

Mia nods her head.

Mia Hampton: It was.

Johnny Payne: Okay, so I’ve been working too hard promoting the opening of our second location in San Diego. Point is, I messed up. We all mess up, none of us are perfect...well..except for Josh Homme...but that’s another story all together. But let’s cut to the chase. I want a rematch. I want Dragon man in the ring again, one on one. This time, I promise you things won’t go the way they did before. This time, I’ll show what I can do. So Dragon man, if you’re watching, let’s do it again. What do you have to risk?

Johnny smiles at Suzie.

Johnny Payne: Thank you, Suzie. You have a good night….

Blown Chance

Rosie Sinn is shown on camera stepping out of her dressing room. As it airs for the crowd the crowd pops. She’s approached by the curly headed backstage interviewer, Toby Keller.

Toby Keller: Rosie, everyone wants to know what that was out there. Scarlett offered her hand and you slapped it away.

Rosie Sinn: Look, I was frustrated. Sometimes in a moment of frustration we react with our emotions. That’s what I did out there.

Toby Keller: Frustrated? That was a great match you two put on. You should be proud.

Rosie Sinn: See, though, Toby, that’s not enough. Not right now. You know what I’m known for in Redemption?

Toby Keller: A really cool mohawk?

Rosie Sinn: Well, that, too. I’m also known as a tag team wrestler. Last time I was on national television on a worldwide company that got global attention it was as a part of Omaha Hardcore. The dynamic was always Iggy was the singles uber star, Flip and I were the tag team. There was never any mention of my singles history before that. I was fine with that, Toby. There’s no shame in being a tag team wrestler, and me and Flip, you can’t find a better duo. Since then, Iggy’s retired. Flip’s had a career ending injury, and I’ve been left alone. I’ve had success. I’ve been a player everywhere I’ve gone; I’ve built a fan base, I’ve earned respect. That’s all been in the eyes of the wrestling purists though. The people who follow the dirt sheets, or seek out matches from the independents on YouTube. To the general audience, I’m still just one half of a tag team. I get it. I’m not bitter. It’s up to me to get that stigma off of me.

Rosie takes a dramatic pause.

Rosie Sinn: This was that chance. The rebirth of Redemption. Millions of eyes tuned in between the television audience and the live crowd. I’m booked against THE Scarlett Payne. Former World Champion. Former Television Champion! She was 2014 Rookie of the Year, 2016 Good Guy of the Year, and the runner up for 2016 Wrestler of the Year. Had I been able to finish off the match, it was that moment I needed to show everyone I’m more than just a tag team wrestler. I’m a series contender, Toby.

Toby Keller: I don’t doubt you, Rosie. So where do you go now?

Rosie Sinn: Back to the grind I suppose. Grind out wins, show what I can do. Though I won’t lie, and I’m sure she has a bitter taste in her mouth, too. I want another shot at Scarlett. That..well that would be pretty punk.

Rosie smiles and walks off.

Denied

The camera crew records a cave filled with gold and jewels, the floor practically littered with it. The walls are covered in shelves with championships in different names. A deep breathing sound resonates throughout the cavern, absorbing all other noise throughout the area. The camera slowly lifts up, showing Draco sitting on a throne in the middle of the pile of gold holding a mic.

Draco Dragotta: Johnny, you shouldn’t even chance a look at me. My eyes meet all opponents and when that happens, I will stare you down intensely. You will feel a shiver down your spine and your impending doom. You seem to not know who I am, or maybe you just forgot who YOU are. I'm not a human, I'm a dragon. I am Draco the dragon, you will know my destruction. My destruction is immediately going to be done. You are going to be twisting, turning, screaming in pain as I crush you under my body weight. I think it’s only fair you know the person who inevitably will be your end. You are at my mercy, you can’t run! I don’t mind embarrassing you, I won't feel sorry. You are all my pathetic victims. There is not a person alive that can walk through these ropes, look me in my eyes, and REALLY believe that they can beat me! It...just...won’t….happen.

Draco shakes his head.

Draco Dragotta: You got a million excuses to save face in front of these people about why you lost..how you took me lightly, to how you played too much to these people, to how you had too many edibles, to how you had a bad night. Don’t let these people get you into a fight you don’t want to get in! YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME, JOHNNY?!....let’s not do it. I’ll fight anyone at any time but you have to earn a rematch with me. So you’ll have to fight anyone I want, anyone that the company wants. Then yes, I’ll whip your ass just like everyone else.

Draco drops the mic.

Main Event
Casey Holliday vs Jason Sandman

Once again, and for the final time on the return episode of Redemption Adam Lowe can be found in the Redemption studios as he prepares for the main event. The screens behind him light up as images of Casey Holliday and The World Champion Jason Sandman appear. Adam Lowe looks ready and begins his introductions.

Adam Lowe: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. It is now time for the Main Event of the evening. It has been an exciting show so far with many debuts for stars that I am sure will shine for years to come. Now though we move to a match that we may very well see again in the near figure. Casey Holliday faces off with our Champion, Jason Sandman.

For those of you who may not know Casey Holliday is a former World Champion who was viciously screwed out of the rights and privileges that being a World Champion should entitle you. She has all the skills and ability to possibly take the belt and have a long run with it. She intends to prove just that tonight.

Jason Sandman is…...how do I put this in a way that won’t get me stabbed? Well that should tell you something right there. I’m afraid of getting stabbed by our World Champion if I say the wrong thing. He is crazy folks and I honestly can’t believe Derek Daughtery resigned him, but Johnson McConnell loves him so I guess there we go.

Adam Lowe resituates himself as video of both wrestler’s entrances are shown on the screens behind him. After the introductions are finished, Adam Lowe lights back up.

Adam Lowe: Both wrestlers made it to the ring and the action quickly began. It was the speed of Casey Holliday against the brutality of Jason Sandman. It all began when Jason went rushing in and Casey gave him a handspring elbow smash. It only stumbled Sandman who was quick to grab Holliday for a German suplex. Holliday quickly rolled out of the ring, with Sansman following behind. Holliday slid back in and was ready for Sandman’s return with a dropkick. The match continued to be a back and forth affair. We move on now to the conclusion of the match.

——-

Jason Sandman lifts Casey Holliday up in a vertical suplex and keeps holding her up. Sandman walks around the ring a little before dropping into a brainbuster.

JJ Adams: Long Drop and a quick stop. Jason Sandman planted Casey Holliday hard into the mat.

Johnson McConnell: That is what he does. That is why I question people who want to face him. You will get hurt.

Jason Sandman looks to the top ropes and climbs up before diving off with a flying headbutt. Casey Holliday is able to roll out of the way in time, and Sandman crashes into the mat. Holliday jumps up to her feet and runs in with a shining wizard as Jason tries to sit up. Holliday with the cover.

1…
2

JJ Adams: Jason Sandman is able to kick out with some push behind it as he sends Holliday flying.

Johnson McConnell: Sandman pushes himself up to his feet and makes a statement about being over this situation.

JJ Adams: He also called Casey Holliday an unflattering name.

Jason Sandman reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out his metal spike. Sandman turns towards Holliday, looks ready to stab her, but Casey Holliday is able to grab hold of Sandman’s head. She quickly spins in him around and plants him with the Stock Plunge. Right as Holliday looks ready for the cover someone appears in the ring behind her.

JJ Adams: It’s Jake Mason…he was in our opening contest tonight, and now he’s looking to make an impact in the main event.

Johnson McConnell: And boy is he. Casey Holliday turned around and Jake Mason hit her with the end of his cane. I swear I saw sparks come out of it.

Jake Mason continues to tase Casey Holliday as Sandman gets up to his feet. He sees what’s happening and starts to head over towards Mason saying “How dare you fuck up my match.” Jake Mason jumps out of the ring. Suddenly the lights go out. The opening drums of Silvera by Gojira play, then comes the distinctive guitar riff. As the singing starts a spotlight shines on the center of the stage and the house lights come to a dim. Sandman’s silhouette can be seen in the ring standings against the ropes looking toward the ramp. After nearly thirty seconds the lights come up and former Redemption World Champion, Christian Dement is standing behind Jason Sandman.

Johnson McConnell: CHRISTIAN DEMENT IS HERE!!!

Sandman turns and when he does he’s met with a huge bicycle kick from Christian Dement.

JJ Adams: Jason Sandman just got hit with an NBK. Now he’s motioning for Third Dementia.

Dement waves his hands out in a flatline motion. Then he lifts Sandman up for a burning hammer and slams him down.

Johnson McConnell: Mr. Ego is taking issue with Sandman. This is gonna be good.

JJ Adams: That it is, but we’re out of time, you’ll have to tune in next week.

As the show starts to go off the air, Dement grabs the World Championship and holds it down in the face of Sandman, just staring. Then he drapes it over his chest and smirks.




Credits:
Reborn by Donnie
Walk Away by Paul
Suicidal Tendencies by Sara
Lyric vs Jake Mason vs Arley Kirk vs Emily Simms by Paul
So Sayeth the White Reaper by Sunshine
Tea and Crumpets, Fish and Chips by J and T
Not So Sweet by April
Chance Field vs Clay Cash by Donnie
A Different Kind of Shoot by Casey
The Great(?) Return by Turner
Cryptic Warnings by Paul
Rosie Sinn vs Scarlett Payne by Mikey
Legendary by Tommy
Searching For an Answer by Sunshine and Donnie
Who’s Hungry Jack by Moo
Agony vs Lucky Keenan by Mikey
Fate of the Damned by Mikey and Sunshine
To The Point by Carlos
The Dick is Back by Sunshine and Turner
Draco Dragotta vs Johnny Payne by Donnie
Let’s Do It Again by Donnie
Blown Chance by Mikey
Denied by Daniel
Jason Sandman vs. Casey Holliday by Paul

Technical
Proofreading, editing, show composition - Sunshine
Show composition - Paul
Graphics, booking, show composition - Donnie