Salvation 151 (05.02.21)

[Donnie]

Preshow

Ares Bones vs Izzy High
Ares Bones completely dominated Izzy High and finished him off with a Decimator.

Cross Delaney vs Wayne Skylark
Very competitive match that saw Cross Delaney win via Cross Hairs. After, he cut a promo saying he still has it, and he’s the best little man in the game.

Cash Money vs Power House
Very good match that put the power of Power House against the agility of Cash Money. The finish had Eddie Money and Ozzie Powers brawling outside while Clay Cash was able to Cash Out on Lita for the win.

Paper Champion

A highlight video plays of last week's Salvation to the tune of Full Circle by Five Finger Death Punch. The video ends with a zoom in of the Salvation logo.

Following the camera pans the sold out crowd in Kansas City while pyro goes off on the stage. Then the shot transitions to the announce table, where Johnson McConnell and JJ Adams introduce the show.

JJ Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the 151st episode of Salvation.

Johnson McConnell: And oh baby, do we have a packed card tonight, highlighted by a Dominion title match and…

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 with a spotlight on the entrance stage. In the spotlight is Christian Dement.

The fans start to boo, but Dement just gives his cocky smile and relishes in it. He holds his arms out to the side in a pose, then finally pulls them in and flattens out his black leather jacket as he walks to the ring with all the confidence and arrogance in the world. He eventually climbs in the ring and grabs a microphone from the mat. Then he just stands there until finall the crowd noise starts to die down.

Christian Dement: Boo me all you want, I revel in it. You know why? Because it shows you have emotions about me. Whether it be love or hate, it doesn’t matter to me.

The crowd noise grows louder and Dement just soaks it in, until again it dies down enough he can speak.

Christian Dement: All week long I’ve had it coming from every end. Why did you show up? Why did you beat the hell out of Jason Sandman? Well the easy answer is…because I can!

Dement paces back and forth a moment before he stops again.

Christian Dement: Oh? You want more? I suppose I can break it down for those of you who lack the common sense to figure it out. So let me give you two very important dates. The first is January 1st, 2019. The second is 31 days later, February 1, 2019. Those are two very important dates in the history and lineage of Redemption. On New Years of 2019, I headlined an event called Redemption Reunion, in which I beat Iggy Clash, in the middle of the ring, and became the reigning Redemption World Champion. Move forward 31 days later and I’m told that I’m not worth my asking price, that there’s “just not enough money in the budget”, and therefore I was not being offered a contract and was stripped of the title. I wasn’t beat. No one pinned me, no one made me submit. The belt was taken from me.

Dement pauses and shakes his head, confirming what he said.

Christian Dement: Over a half a year later, a faux tournament was held, and Jason Sandman was crowned the new champion. A hallow victory from someone who’s nothing more than a paper champion. A hardcore wrestler whose washed up. A man who, if you took away the barbed wire and the spikes, couldn’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag. So go ahead, be stupid enough to ask me why I did what I did.

The crowd jeers grow again.

Christian Dement: Yeah, that’s right. Boo. I would too if I knew I spent the last of my welfare check to see a paper champion. I’m making it known now, I’m here for one reason. I plan to take back what is rightfully mine. I will be World Champion. Not Jason Sandman, or anyone else for that matter can stop me. Because I’m just that damn good!

Dement smiles then tosses the mic aside while Silvera starts to play again. Dement’s taunts the crowd as he makes his exit.

The Ringing of The Bells

The camera fades outside the commissioner’s office. One of the security guards is half sitting on the secretary's desk, and the two are flirting. Around the corner, Stephen Rawlings hides, dressed like a ninja. He listens to the conversation.

Secretary: Stop it!

Guard: No, I'm serious. Your ears have a little point to them that make them look like you are an elf.

The secretary blushes.

Secretary: I like elves, but... I never wanted to be one... You're so mean...

Stephen Rawlings: That was the worst neg I have ever heard... You should talk about the fact that her unibrow makes her look like Frida Kahlo.

Guard: What are you doing on your day off?

Secretary: I picked up a bottle of wine, and I am going to Binge the first three episodes of Handmaid’s Tale.

Stephen Rawlings: MMM... Handmaid's Tale... I liked the first episode of that show. Women in their fucking place. The way it should be... Then the show got stupid... Girl power this... Breaking the rules and surviving that.... Bleh.

Guard: I've never seen it. I heard it was good though.

Secretary: Oh my gosh!!! It's so good...

Stephen Rawlings: Yep.... I've had enough of this shit!

He reaches over at the fire alarm next to him and pulls it. The lights start to flash and a large alarm sounds.

The secretary looks up.

Secretary: Oh no! Not during a show...

Guard: Let's get out of here! I know a short cut out.

Secretary: OK.

The secretary comes out from behind her desk, and the guard grabs her hand and leads her to an emergency exit. Stephen slinks around the corner and rolls to behind The secretary's desk. The other security guard bursts out of Teresa's office running and bursts through the emergency door exit. Stephen hops to his feet and runs into the office.

Stephen Rawlings: What the fucking fuckery is this?

The room is empty.

Stephen Rawlings: Why the fuck isn't she here??! So she's so spoiled, she doesn't even have to do her job???! Fuck that noise.

Stephen walks over to her desk. He then picks up all of the papers on her desk.

Stephen Rawlings: If your not to book me... You're not going to book anybody!

He throws the papers in the trash, and then lights a match and sets them on fire. He then starts grabbing everything out of her drawers and throwing it in the trash and then everything off her shelves. The room begins to fill with smoke, and Stephen runs to the door. He tries to open, but it is locked.

Stephen Rawlings: What is this shit?

He pulls on the door but nothing happens. The smoke is getting thicker. He is looking for a way to escape, but can't see any. He runs over to the fire and tries to put it out, but only makes it worse.

Stephen Rawlings: Fuck!

He starts to cough and falls to his knees. He continues to cough and his vision goes blurry.

Stephen Rawlings: This is it! I wanted to die in a pussy... Not in an office that smells like one... He then passes out.

Just then there is a bang on the door... Two more bangs. The door bursts open and three fire men holding axes burst into the room.

Fireman 1: Look there... He needs help! You two take care of the fire... I'll get him.

Fireman 1, the burliest and biggest of them all, steps forward and scoops Rawlings up like a baby in his arms. He turns and carries him out of the room, and down the stairs. He bursts outside where a group of people cheer that the fireman saved someone. A ref who is in the group steps forward.

Ref: Him? You saved him? You shoulda let him burn!

The rest of the group yells their approval.

The fireman shoots them all a glare, and still cradling him, and then Stephen starts to stir, coughing.

Fireman 1: Take it easy.... Take it easy!

Stephen Rawlings: Let... Cough... me fucking down.

He continues to squirm.

Fireman 1: Fine... You want down? Here...

And the fireman drops Rawlings onto the cement.

The group who has recording the whole thing with their phones let out a laugh.

Stephen Rawlings: Give me those phones!

He hops to his feet and snatches a phone. He throws it to the ground.

Woman: What the hell are you doing?! That's mine!

Stephen Rawlings: You were taking video of me without my permission and therefore, the video on your phone belongs to me, and I am legally allowed to do with it as I see fit.

He tries to grab more phones, and then a security guard steps up through the crowd. Stephen stops and the two men stare at each other. The guard then pulls his taser and shoots Stephen again. Stephen falls to the floor, convulsing, and peeing his pants. The crowd cheers and points their phones at him again as the camera fades.

Hellooooo!!

The camera opens on a dark scene backstage. Slowly, brown hair moves into view. The head moves up and a set of large brown eyes stares into the camera.

Woman’s Voice: “Hellooooooooo? Are you receiving me?”

The rest of the head of Trixie Decker shoves into view, giving a huge, goofy grin.

Trixie Decker: “Well, hellooooooooo, Redemption Wrestling! How are you all doing? Allow me to introduce myself!” [Trixie holds her hand out to the camera] “Trixie Decker! Pleasure to meet you!”

Trixie takes her hand with her other hand and shakes it herself.

Trixie Decker: “So, tonight is my first match ever here at Redemption, and who do I get to face? None other than one of my besties and one of the sexiest women to ever slip into the squared circle - EMILY SIMM!”

Trixie claps her hands on her cheeks excitedly, squealing. Then her face returns to normal.

Trixie Decker: [calmly] “Oh yeah, and Anthony Cross and Arley Kirk.” [She holds her hands up]
“Don’t get me wrong! I’m not discounting either of them. I’ve never face ‘em but I can guarantee this is going to be a brutal match, but… well, y’know… BESTIE!”

Trixie bounces eagerly at the thought before regaining composure.

Trixie Decker: “Now, let’s get something straight. I’m likely the odd one out in this match. I’m petite and a bit goofy. I know I’m likely the dark horse, at best in this match. But I’m not really here to win so much as fight and prove myself.” [She raises an eyebrow] “Does that make sense? It did in my head. Don’t get me wrong. I like straps.” [Trixie yanks four belts from other promotions up – SEA, WWR, AGE and WDW] “I’ve got four!”

Trixie tossed the belts over her shoulder.

Trixie Decker: “But I’m more interested in proving myself in a new place! I’m here to show everyone I’m excited to throw down and run with people way bigger than me. Will I take some lumps?” [Trixie practically bounces with excitement] “HELL YEAH! Isn’t that exciting?! Like, that’s the fun of this! Seeing how far you can go and how far along you can drag someone with you.”

Trixie thinks for a moment.

Trixie Decker: “Or at least parts of them.” [Trixie claps excitedly] “Okay! I think I’m on! See you all soon! And my esteemed opponents, I look forward to seeing you… especially some of the inside parts of you I can try to make outside parts!”

[Trixie runs down the hallway, vanishing into gorilla position.]

Agony vs Johnny Payne

Everything moves to Redemption Studios located at The Grounds in St. Louis. Adam Lowe looks ready to start tonight’s matches as he shuffles through some papers and looks into the camera.

Adam Lowe: Welcome to Salvation ladies and gentlemen. We have a great show for you tonight including an eight man tag main event. First though we have a match that many fans may call a consolation prize. In fact one of the wrestlers would consider this to be a cowardice act. I say that because Johnny Payne asked for a rematch against Draco Dragotta, but Mr. Dragotta thought it would be in his best interest to pay Agony to fight a match for him. This not only got Johnny Payne off his back for the night but also got him an opportunity to compete in the main event. So our opening match came to be. Anyone who has knowledge of these competitors knew how this would go, but let’s go to the ring to see how it went down.

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JJ Adams: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the opening contest for Salvation 151. Both Johnny Payne and Agony have made it to the ring.

Johnson McConnell: Do either of these idiots know where they are though. Payne is probably stoned and Agony is just a moron. The money Dragotta paid for this to happen better be worth my time.

The bell rings and Agony starts running at Johnny Payne with a chair in his hand. Johnny Payne who was still posing for his fans jumped down from the middle rope just in time to see Agony coming. Payne gives Agony a kick to the gut which causes Agony to drop the chair. As the referee pushes the chair out of the ring Payne grabs ahold of Agony and plants him into the mat with Johnny Payne Slam. Johnny Payne is quick to run to the ropes and come back off the ropes with Johnny Payne Moonsault. He holds for a cover.

1…
2..

JJ Adams: Agony was actually able to kick out. That may be the shock of the night.

Johnson McConnell: We will hopefully be lucky next time.

Johnny Payne doesn’t waste anymore time. He scoops Agony up and plants him into the mat with The JPF.

1…
2…
3

[Donnie]

Demand Met?

Shortly after winning his match against Agony with ease, Johnny Payne is and his wife, Mia Hampton are about to leave the ring when Suzy Donnelly climbs in the ring with a microphone in hand. The normally lighthearted and easy going Johnny has a look of intensity in his face as Suzy prepares to interview him.

Suzy Donnelly: Johnny, tonight..

Johnny reaches out, pulling the mic toward him.

Johnny Payne: I’m sorry, Suzy, but we’re gonna do this a lil different tonight. I’m just gonna talk and you hold the microphone, okay?

Suzy doesn’t say anything.

Johnny Payne: Last week I got beat. It happens. No one goes undefeated. So I asked for a rematch and what did I get? Agony! Dragon Man, rather than to face me again, hid behind money and paid someone else to fight me because I’m not good enough. Look, Suzy, I may be funny. I may smoke pot. But I’m maybe the best natural athlete in this company and I just proved that. And ya know what, Suzy?

Suzy Donnelly: What?

Johnny Payne: I even went to the ring sober. I haven’t touched the stuff all day. So I’m asking again. Dragon Man, don’t hide behind that money. Give me a rematch.

"I Want It All" by Queen blares over the PA system as Draco Dragotta, wearing a red robe, strolls out holding a microphone followed by a redhead boy in a denim jacket. Draco Dragotta sighs into the mic.

Draco Dragotta: Johnny, I'm not going to hide behind money. I'm NOT going to give you a rematch though. I'm going to give you one more opportunity before you can even PROVE yourself against me. You will face my son, Kit Kobold, in a match before facing me. If you beat Kit Kobold, you will get a match with me. And I'll whip your ass just like everyone else's. If you fail to beat Kit Kobold, you don't even get the match.

Johnny Payne: That’s what you want? Fine. Make the kid a sacrificial lamb. But dude, just know, I’m gonna kick Dragon Boy’s ass then I’m comin’ for you. And that’s what you call a mic drop moment.

Johnny drops the mic in the middle of the ring and just stares up the ramp at Draco.

Prepared

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross is in his locker room wearing a black hoodie with the hood draped over his head and his wrestling gear on.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross:Days like these I have always been fond of because I not only step into the ring but I am in a big time championship match. We all know how much I love my championship gold. Unfortunately it is in a Fatal Fourway match and I only have a twenty five percent chance of walking out the winner. Now I can go on this whole tangent using Steiner math but I will save that for another day because we all know it is just a way for me to put myself over. Now we all know of my greatness but I must admit just seeing who my opponents are I must say how impressed I am. Admitley I don’t know too much about Ms. Sims but Ms. Decker and Ms. Kirk are two ladies that have been on my radar for awhile now for what they can do in the ring. As much as I am impressed with the women I’ll be facing off against there is no damn way that I won’t be leaving Kansas City Redemption Dominion Champion. It is just one of those inevitable things that happen in life.

Anthony walks out of the camera shot.

The Storm Is Coming

The RedemTron flashes to life, causing the crowd to hush, watching intently.

*** COMING SOON ***

A highlight of a hurricane devastating a shoreline is seen.

DEVASTATION

DESTRUCTION

Arrives In

21 Days

1 Hour

28 Minutes….

The Eye of The Storm Will Change The Landscape of Redemption

FOREVER!!!

The Tron suddenly goes black as the scene fades out.

B.R.A.T.S.

The camera is focused on the tron as the crowd is anxious for what's next on this episode of Salvation. The screen lights up with the words A Dalmon Production in pink.

It then cuts to The Dalmons standing with their backs to the camera. They are wearing matching pink wardrobes. Their names are written across their rears.

The both turn around and address the camera.

Lizzy: I'm sure that we don't need any introduction. There isn't anyone on this planet who hasn't heard the Dalmon name. But...because we know how everyone adores us, we'll let you know exactly who we are.

Landon: That's right dear sister of mine. Of course I'm Landon Dalmon, and yes I know you're in awe. This is my sister Lizzy.

Lizzy: I am the definition of perfection!

Her brother looks her up and down.

Landon: I couldn't agree more!

A glittering pink B flashes on the screen.

Landon: B is for Beautiful!

Lizzy: Look at the two of us. You won't find a better looking pair anywhere else in the world. When all of you look in the mirror, we are what you wish to be!

Landon: We are what you wish your lovers look like. Once you've gazed your eyes upon us, nothing even comes close!

A second letter flashes on the screen. This time it's a R.

Lizzy: R is for Rich!

Landon: I know you all think you know what rich is. I'm sure there's people on the Redemption roster who've gathered quite a bit of wealth.

Lizzy: The difference is, there's rich and then there's Dalmon rich. Our daddy has amassed an unequaled amount of money. If you aren't Dalmon rich, you might as well be poor.

A third letter appears. An A.

Landon: A is for Athletic!

Lizzy: The wrestling business is known for having people of all different athletic backgrounds. People who've spent a lifetime molding their bodies for competition.

Landon: Not us! We were born gifted. Everything you've had to work for, is in our DNA. Still we've hired the best trainers money can buy. When we step into the ring prepare for your jaws to drop.

This time we are greeted with a T.

Lizzy: T is for Talented!

Landon: For some wrestling is the only choice they have. I could be doing anything. I've got the brains to run a business and I've got the acting skills to make any of those Hollywood peasants jealous.

Lizzy: We do this because we like to hurt people. People beneath us deserve to be punished. I could be putting out platinum records, gracing you with my angelic voice. I have launched my own perfume brand Lust and you people can't get enough!

One final letter flashes on the screen. The pink S shines in glitter.

Landon: S is for Superstars!

Lizzy: It's simple. We are the total package. We are what this business is about. No one else in Redemption even comes close!

Landon: We waited until this week to speak because we didn't deserve to get lost in the shuffle of the first show.

Lizzy: Everyone take notice, The Dalmons are Redemption. The rest of you are just along for the ride.

Landon: Dalmons out!

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

Lucky Keenan and Partner vs The Nameless

Cut to in studio with Adam Lowe.

Adam Lowe: Our second match of the night was booked as Lucky Keenan and a partner if he could find one against two of Jinx’s Nameless. Since they have no name, to make things far less confusing, I’ll refer to them as One and Two.

Initially, Lucky came to the ring by himself, but soon he was surprised to be joined by the current Television Champion, Lyric. Early on, Lyric and Lucky worked well together, the two dominating over The Nameless. Then, lights flickered and when they came back on Jinx was seen in the rafters watching the match from above. This served as a distraction for Lucky and gave The Nameless an advantage over the crazed man. They isolated Lucky and worked well together, tagging in and out and frequently. The turning point came when Lucky was able to reverse a double DDT into a modified double suplex, then made the hot tag to Lyric. Lyric came in on fire with the crowd behind her and put her and Lucky back in the match. From there, Lucky and Lyric began to dominate again, and this is where we come to our finish.

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Lyric has One in the corner. She mounts him and starts to punch as the crowd counts off with each punch, counting to ten. Lyric takes the head and hits a tornado DDT from there and goes for the pin attempt.

JJ Adams: Pin attempt by Lyric.

Johnson McConnell: This should be it. As much as I like Jinx, these two are just too well equipped for this match.

ONE.....
TWO.....
THR-Two breaks up the count. Then he takes the hair of Lyric and tries to ram it into the turnbuckle, but Lyric fights back with an elbow, then bridges him over the rope. She goes to her corner and tags in Lucky.

JJ Adams: The hold pin was broken up, but I think they’ll pay for it.

Johnson McConnell: I agree. Lucky’s like a loose cannon just waiting to be lit. Look at that manic look. I’d be terrified.

Lucky hops the top rope. Him and Lyric hit One with a double DDT. Lucky follows it up with an elbow drop from the middle rope and goes for the pin, but Two puts his foot on the ropes from the outside before the referee can start the count.

JJ Adams: Great teamwork, but it was cut off by another save.

Johnson McConnell: There does seem to be a certain chemistry in the ring between these two. I guess a lot of crazy can go a long way when put together.

JJ Adams: Off the rails could be one of those places, but not tonight.

Lyric has had enough. She rolls out of the ring to the floor and then out of nowhere hits a roundhouse kick to the head.

JJ Adams: Gaia kick

Johnson McConnell: That hurt my jaw just seeing it. He’s got to be out cold.

Back in the ring, Lucky violently yanks One to his feet. He hits a hard kick to the gut. When One doubles over, Lucky hooks his arms and plants him with a lifting double underhook sitout facebuster.

JJ Adams: Complete Insanity?? This one has to be over. He’s going for the pin!

Luck covers One, hooking the leg.

ONE.....
TWO.....
THREE!

The referee calls for the bell. Trinity Nicole starts to announce the winner while “They’re Coming to Take Me Away” blares in the speakers. The announcement is suddenly cut short when the PA system shuts off and the lights go out. When the lights flicker back on a few seconds later, Jinx is gone, leaving Lucky and Lyric standing in the ring in bewilderment.

[Donnie]

Whatever Helps You Sleep at Night

The fans seated in the arena are ecstatic and they let it be known as they see Arley Kirk stepping into her kick pads on the RedempTRON before looking up to the camera and giving her trademark taunt with a massive grin. As usual, Johnson is his grumpy self back there at the desk..

Johnson McConnell: Will ya listen to these Kansas City idiots? They lose their stupid little minds for even the slightest bit of attention!

Arley Kirk: YUH, Missouri!!

Crowd: YUH, GRRRL!!

J.J Adams: I don't know, McConnell. Kirk seems to have an innate connection. They are also probably aware she is going to do something NUTS in that ring tonight!

Johnson McConnell: I hope she breaks her neck.

Arley Kirk: I told y'all back in St. Louis. I...I gots a need! There's a gotdang VOID!

Arley makes the title belt around her waist gesture, and the Kansas City fans get rowdy about it as AK stops with her pacing, looks back to the lens and continues..

Arley Kirk: The brand spankin' NEW Dominion championship is right up my alley on every dang level, and I want it. Nay, I NEED it. I gots to blaze a trail like I has been my entire career up to this point! The Redemption Dominion gold is practically my rite of passage as a pioneer. But..

Arley's face darkens just slightly. AK's hands gesture wildly as she makes her points.

Arley Kirk: I got two crazy women by the names of Emily Simms and Trixie Decker to contend with, and a freakin BEAST of a dude named Anthony Cross to try to go toe to toe with! I ain't gonna lie, as the smallest person in this contest, I don't like my chances..

Johnson McConnell: Well stay the hell backstage and let the adults fight, you nerd!

J.J Adams: I don't think that's what she meant.

Arley Kirk: But heck. If it all came down to size, someone woulda been drinkin' whiskey outta my skull a long time ago, y'know? I would be able to look adversity in the face, no matter how big it may be, and punch it in the fakkin' mouth!

As AK shadow boxes for emphasis, it nets her a solid positive response from the fans!

Arley Kirk: I wouldn't have lasted a week in this industry, let alone be able to say I held a World title for four hundred and sixty one days, yo! It's fair to say, that it ain't the size of the coyote in the fight, but it's the size of the fight in the coyote!

The fans POP for AK as she leaps up onto the bench, cups her hands around her mouth and utters her trademark coyote howl. Portions of the audience join her, and it soon catches on! Clearly feeding off the energy, AK leaps back down to the concrete with the mid air splits.

J.J Adams: Oh!

Arley, chest heaving in and out with excitement, continues.

Arley Kirk: I've always wanted to test my might against Trixie gotdang DECKER, y'all. This is the perfect situation to do just that! Lemme at her!

AK paces, involuntarily. She still manages camera contact.

Arley Kirk: Heck, I've known Anthony Cross and his bitch of a wife since our OneDub days! Lemme at THAT muhfakka!

Johnson McConnell: She can't s..

Arley's vocal tone raises to fever pitch as she speaks and shadow boxes.

J.J Adams: Shut up, McConnell!

Arley Kirk: Hahaha. Finally, that brings me to Emily fakkin' Simms. Yo. It's the poster child for whatever helps you to sleep at night!

Arley rolls her eyes, and there's a cheer from the crowd portion who have been following the story intensely.

Arley Kirk: Poor widdle Emiwy couldn't handle da fact she let herself get cawwied away and she wants to blame MY dumb ass for it? Haha. Get real, grrrl. Straight up.

Arley stops with her pacing back and forth and she points to the camera.

Arley Kirk: Hah. Heck. Ya better believe it. Lemma at this bitch too!

AK retracts the index finger and arm as she issues the message to Em.

Arley Kirk: I hope y'all in that arena and each and every one of you watching at home are prepared to see the Michigan Miracle bring it on home once more! Because it's comin' up SOON!

AK makes the title gesture once more as she strides over, whips open the door and disappears out into the hallway.

J.J Adams: Dominion championship on the line, McConnell, and it's coming up soon

Johnson McConnell: Like I said, Adams. I hope she breaks her neck on one of those dumb dives!

Imaginary Reality

The feed transitions fluidly to the back hallway of the Hy-Vee Arena where the talent is temporarily housed. The shot zooms in on the current Television Champion, Lyric, who’s freshly showered from her impromptu tag team match with Lucky Keenan. She’s changed into a a black, midriff-bearing T-shirt with “My Demon Loves To Cuddle” written in metallic red script with extremely short metallic red shorts. Her blonde locks are pulled up in pigtails, tipped in red and black.

Lyric is bouncing down the hall, talking to her demon, Xaxis.

Lyric: We won. What the hell are you bitching about, Xaxis? Lucky’s solid in my book.

She listens to the voice and rolls her eyes.

Lyric: My tinglies are completely irrelevant so shut it -

She spies the bane of her existence, Stephen Rawlings up ahead and giggles.

Lyric: I brought the barbecue sauce for you but I’m not letting you loose yet. Let’s see how King Douche is feeling, hmmm?

She bounds up to him, tapping his shoulder before speaking.

Lyric: How’s it feel to know that your feeble attempt to get Teresa’s attention was a cosmic failure? You know, I heard she’s got security watching to make sure you’re not within three halls of her.

Stephen Rawlings: She’s just afraid she’ll remember how in love with me she is. No matter… I will find her… I will get to her… No matter what it takes…. No matter who I have to go through. This is self preservation. No self loving man would ever let a woman control if he can wrestle or not. We need to take it into our own hands. Grasp it tight… Choke it till it’s black and blue… Till the skin is chafed… Then… Blam! Out come the opportunities! But why am I telling you this shit? You can barely speak sane.

Lyric covers her mouth, giggling.

Lyric: Really? You’re the one standing here talking about “self-love” and auto erotic asyphixiation. No self respecting woman would touch you, you tiny, little man-child. You talk about my sanity when you’re so steeped in delusions of grandeur that you need to seek some serious therapy.

She pulls out a bottle of barbecue sauce from her shoulder bag and shakes it in front of him, smiling.

Lyric: You really should be nicer to me before I let Xaxis out for his all-he-can-eat Rawlings buffet. I mean, he thinks you might be a little chewy but he’s willing to make the sacrifice.

She leans a little closer, sniffing. Her nose crinkles up as she listens to the voice.

Lyric: Xaxis says you’re a little gamey smelling from all of that self-hatred and you might need to marinate first.

Stephen Rawlings: By all means… Let your imaginary friend out to “Fight” me. I dealt with Chris’s imaginary friends for years. You don’t think I know how to deal with yours? Let Exlax out… I’ll be your exorcist and it will be easier to beat than you being beat by what I imagine was a long string of boyfriends causing you to be in this mental state. If so… Good on them. They’re the true heroes of this story. You bitches need to be handled and managed. Maybe if there was more of that, Teresa wouldn’t be booking the cards with bloody tampons, and you’d have a little respect around a world class athlete like me.

Lyric’s brows raise in curiosity.

Lyric: I never said I would let him out to fight -

Lyric taps his nose and smiles.

Lyric: I said eat. You might want to remember that.

She turns and bounces away down the hall as the scene fades out.

Deep in Thought

The camera pans out to the inside of Emily’s dressing room where she is pacing back and forth and her manager and best friend Eric Winters was sitting on the sofa chugging on a bottle of Pepsi and wishing Emily would stop pacing. Emily paused in her pacing and ran a hand through her long hair.

Emily: I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight Eric, don’t look at me like that! You know I do, I have to contend with Cross and Arley first of all and then I have to worry about Trixie. Oh god I think I’m getting a stomach ache, now is not the time. I can work with Arley long enough for the three of us to eliminate Cross and then Trixie and I will band together and take out Arely leaving the two of us to fight for the title.

Eric Sounds like a good plan to me Emily.

Emily: Trixie is my best friend, there’s nobody more that I’d want to be fighting for this. Trixie will be fighting tooth and nail but, so will I...I know how she works, her moves...I want this so badly Eric I can taste it!

Eric stands up and grasps Emily by the shoulders and gives her a shake.

Eric: You do whatever you need to do to win this match okay?

Emily: Within the rules right?

Eric shrugs his shoulders.

Eric: Banding together to get rid of Cross and Arely is one thing Emily but, you know that the Trixie in there tonight isn’t your friend right? She’s another opponent that will not hesitate to squash you to win the match. Look at some of those insane matches she has been in and won?

Emily: You’re right Eric I know you are...I just don’t know if I can do this to her.

Eric: Well then consider the match lost Emily...the title opportunity gone and the hopes of getting any sort of push.

Emily: You don’t need to remind me Eric...

Eric: I think I do Emily, you need to be taking this business serious! You’ve been wrestling since high school and only just gotten into doing what you really want. A lot of people don’t have the skill set you do but they have things you don’t. A lot of these people are fighting for their lives. Can you be that serious? Do you have the balls to do whatever you need to do to win? Even if it comes to stabbing your best friend in the back?

Emily looked at Eric for a long moment as the camera panned out from them and went dark.

Hour One Main Event
Dominion Championship
Anthony Cross vs Arley Kirk vs
Emily Simms vs Trixie Decker

Back in the studio, Adam Lowe looks excited to usher in the next match.

Adam Lowe: It’s time for our main event of the night. This match is a four way featuring the debut of Trixie Decker and Anthony Cross, along with Emily Simms and Arley Kirk, both of whom debuted last week.

This match got off to an explosive start from the entrances. Let’s show you how this started off.

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With “Natural Born Killaz” playing, the smoke still on the stage as Anthony Cross makes his entrance, he’s suddenly blindsided as Trixie Decker, Arley Kirk, and Emily Simms attack him from behind.

The three women throw wild punches at Cross. The Enforcer tries to fight back, the numbers seem to get to him. Simms and Trixie push him toward Arley, who hits with a spinning wheel kick.

When Cross gets knocked back, Simms and Decker catch him, lift him up for a double suplex, but the suplex sends him flying off the stage and through the soundboard.

JJ Adams: It seems the ladies are looking to take out the biggest threat early.

Johnson McConnell: I think they’re plan worked, JJ. Cross is down and out.

There’s a loud pop and an explosion

- - - -

Adam Lowe: Following that big spot, the match got underway as a more traditional triple threat match, though at times it appeared that Trixie and Emily Simms were working in tandem against Arley Kirk, who was very much over with the crowd. As the match progressed the spots got bigger and bigger while the match never really slowed down, keeping the fans on the edge of their seat. Now let’s head to the closing moments of the match.

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JJ Adams: Their alliance didn’t last long.

Trixie takes a right jab from Arley Kirk. Then AK filled it up with a modified back breaker.

Johnson McConnell: Kirk’s got a nasty streak in her and it looks like she’s ready to close it out.

Kirk plays to the hot crowd for a moment then hits a cartwheel cravate driver.

JJ Adams: AK-95! Go for the pin!!

AK goes for the pin but before she can Simms clubs her in the neck from behind. She spins AK around and hits a cactus clothesline.

AK hits the mat and goes to pull herself up. When she does, Simms nails her with a running knee to the face and goes for the pin.

…1
…2
..AK kicks out.

Johnson McConnell: Close call for Kirk there, partner.

JJ Adams: This should have been over if Simms hadn’t broken up that pin.

AK gets up, and when she does she blocks a right hand from Simm, and hits one of her own, followed by another and another. Simms, in an uncharacteristic move, punches AK in the throat, as AK gags and chokes.

Trixie is up. She runs at her friend, and clotheslines Simms over the top rope. Then she turns to AK and locks her in Jinxed.

JJ Adams: Jinxed by Decker!

Johnson McConnell: Ya gotta give Decker credit for her perfect timing. I don’t think Kirk can hold out much longer.

A combination of the choking and the submission hold, AK quickly taps out and the referee calls for the bell.

Trinity Nicole: The winner of this match, and the first ever Dominion Champion…Trixie Decker!!!

JJ Adams: Trixie Decker pulls out all the stops -

Johnson McConnell: - and becomes the inaugural Dominion Champion!! Well fought match by all.

JJ Adams: But you’ve got to wonder how this would’ve turned out if Cross had had more of an opportunity. That man is not going to be happy.

Johnson McConnell: You’ve got that right, JJ. It’s going to be interesting to see how the Enforcer reacts to this.

[Donnie]

The Madness

Only moments after the Hour One Main Event for the Dominion Championship, the feed transitions to the interior of the reigning Television Champion, Lyric’s dressing room. She’s seated cross-legged on the floor, a spread of tarot cards laid out in front of her.

Lyric: I know you don’t agree with my getting involved with Lucky’s match, but honestly Xaxis, I don’t care. He needed help and was enough of a man to go out on his own. I mean, c’mon, even you’ve gotta admit that was hot.

Lyric listens to the voice and snorts.

Lyric: It’s honestly none of your damn business how he makes me tingly so shut up! I’m trying to concentrate…

Lucky’s voice call from outside.

Lucky Keenan: Knock knock. Shave and a haircut. Can we come in?

Lyric looks up quickly, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Lyric: Behave yourself, Xaxis. I mean it. (Louder) C’mon in, it’s just the two of us.

Lucky enters.

Lucky Keenan: Now that we’re here, it could be four, five, six…but never seven. If we reach seven, we take a pill.

Lyric stands up and giggles.

Lyric: I promise, I’ve only got the one extra but he can be a handful.

She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

Lyric: That’s the drawback of summoning a demon, I guess. So... I hope I didn’t like, mess up your chi or anything by coming out, did I? You weren’t set on going it alone?

Lucky Keenan: None of ours are named Chi, so we can't mess him up. But we digress. We are never truly alone, so it wasn’t going it alone. However, voices can’t do a whole lot. So we thank you most gratuitously. Without you, those poor souls may have beat us.

Lyric cocks her head to the side and listens before shushing the voice.

Lyric: Now is not the time, Xaxis. Lucky’s being a complete gentleman. (Turns to Lucky) Sorry about that, he never shuts up. I don’t think I could’ve lived with myself if I just sat back and let you stand on your own. Not really fair, you know? Besides, everyone avoids me like I’ve got cooties or something and it’s nice to not be ostracized.

Lucky Keenan: Little do people know cooties aren’t real. Aceruloplasminemia, that’s real, but not cooties. But we were thinking; we made a good team out there. People think you have an imaginary disease, and we frighten people. Perhaps we should have each other’s backs. Even Drake agrees this is a phenomenal idea.

Lyric’s eyes widen.

Lyric: Really? Even Drake? I’ve seen footage of Drake and wow, that’s a compliment. You really wanna watch the crazy girl’s back? I mean, I’m not crazy in the conventional sense but still. And you don’t frighten me at all, more intriguing than frightening. Are you for real? Don’t mess with me on this, Lucky.

Lucky slaps his head twice.

Lucky Keenan: We aren’t messing with you. I want this, Drake wants this, so we are in accordance. We want this. Anyway, we fit well together, after all we do understand one thing. We all go a little mad sometimes.

Lyric smiles broadly, throwing her arms around him in a quick hug. She pulls back quickly, abashed.

Lyric: Sorry, I get a little more touchy than I should when I’m excited.

Lyric looks down at the floor, watching Lucky through her lashes.

Lyric: So we’re really doing this? I know I want to and hopefully I didn’t offend you when I, you know…

Lucky smiles.

Lucky Keenan: No, you didn’t offend. We could all use a good hug from time to time; and it does cement this team of madness.

She smiles up at Lucky and embraces him properly.

Lyric: That is how you seal the deal with The Madness. And you might as well get used to it. I’m a hugger...

School of Punk

The crowd pops as the show shifts from Lucky and Lyric to Rosie Sinn, who is in catering, fishing for a bottle of water out of the steel cooler. A rather tall shadow falls over her but no one is seen until the camera pans back enough to see the massive form of Seven standing a few feet behind her.

The crowd pops loudly when the bubbly California native, Scarlett Payne steps up next to Seven. He looks down at her and raises his brows.

Seven: *grunt*

Scarlett lays her hand on his arm and shakes her head.

Scarlett Payne: I got this, bro. Rosie’s good people... I hope.

She steps up to Rosie, keeping a bit of distance between them.

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

Rosie takes a sip of her drink then puts it in her back pocket.

Rosie Sinn: Finding my center before our tag team match later tonight. Everyone has their thing. Sandman cusses a lot, your brother smokes a bowl. Chance Field probably jerks off to himself in the mirror. I drink water and (she motions to her earbuds) listen to some good punk music. Lemme guess though, you’re not here to talk about my pre match rituals are you?

She shuffles her feet, trying to decide how to approach her.

Scarlett Payne: You’d be right about that. Now don’t think I wanna harsh your ritual or anything. I just wanna figure out what I did ta piss you off last week. I mean, I thought we were like, mad cool, ya know? I totally get that the outcome sucked but I was hoping we could at least, ya know, work together tonight.

Rosie Sinn: I let my emotions get the best of me. I wanted that win so bad, and when things ended like they did, I just…wasn’t myself when I slapped your hand away. I’m sorry, that wasn’t very punk of me.

Scarlett smiles brilliantly and shoves Seven.

Scarlett Payne: See? I told ya she’s good people!

She turns back to Rosie, pointing at Seven.

Scarlett Payne: He’s always over protective. So I gotta say I’m sorry for what I said last week. I let my emotions get the best of me. So are you into the Clash? Ramones? I mean, there’s some awesome tunes there, just not my main thing, ya know?

She shakes her head as if clearing her thoughts.

Scarlett Payne: My bad, I get sidetracked pretty easily. Anyway, you know I’ll have your back out there, right?

Rosie laughs.

Rosie Sinn: It’s all good. You don’t owe me an apology. I was the one that was wrong. All you did was get us a spot in the main event. Oh, and this…

She touches her ear buds.

Rosie Sinn: Wendy O, the most punk bitch ever.

Scarlett tugs on Rosie’s arm, effectively pulling her towards her dressing room as she talks.

Scarlett Payne: C’mon, Ro! I’ve got a bitchin system in my room and you can school me on what’s punk!

The pair laugh as they head down the hall with Seven following closely behind them as the scene fades out.

Salvation From Slaughter

We open up to a view of a coffee house somewhere in St. Louis, Missouri. In the middle of the view sit 2 men that we saw for the first time just last week at Salvation 150. The bulky man from Slaughter, Eddie Penbrooke and the wiry but flashy Rupert E. Fox. The two men are enjoying a cup of tea, clearly strategizing their upcoming match or something to that effect.

Eddie: You know mate, I took a gander at the two exes we’re facing. Looks like they got the bod but none of the brain. One seems to be a proppa rich cunt and the other just a block of meat in speedos. Or what do you think mate?

Brave as ever the self proclaimed Fantastic Mr. Fox is sipping his tea still clearly trying to get used to the “local blend”, barely holding back a shudder.

Rupert: Now Edward there’s nothing bad about being a right rich proper upper class twatbag as long as you own it. Be proud of it, flaunt it and whatnot, but then of course there is something left to be said of a bloke built like a brick shithouse who just can’t find a pair of trunks that fit. Like mate, if you are so desperate for attention that you have to stuff your johnson (no offense there BORIS) to speedos just to feel like a big man then maybe, just maybe the squared circle is not the place you are looking to be in. I’m sure that in 2021 there are places a person with such desires can go and get all the attention they crave for..as far as the 2X’s go is that two ex’s where they so bad they couldn’t be currents and is it 2 just because there are two of them or are they not big enough to be 3x or 4x’s? If it’s a size thing then it would explain the speedo stunt now wouldn’t it?

He taps his temple with a smirk.

Rupert: See you gotta think about these things Edward, there is this thing called body language, unspoken way of communicating and our esteemed opponents, they did a lot of talking but they said a whole lot more than that. You seem to be onto something though, do go on?

Trying hard not to chuckle at his tag-partners bluntness, the burly farmer shrugs.

Eddie: Eh, I’ve seen their type a lot. They lack certain qualities deemed necessary so they compensate with their looks. I bet the musclehead couldn’t satisfy a woman even if he got help and the rich cunt probably can’t get laid without waving around a fat stack of quids. And when it comes to inring mate, they are one-trick ponies. They outmuscle you. Or try to. And if they can’t, they blow up faster than you can say “fishnchips”. So honestly mate, I don’t feel like we got to worry about nothing here. 1776 this isn’t. Though it wouldn’t surprise me if the dirty yankees tried to pull some shenanigans on us, not like they could beat good old englishmen in a fair fight you know?

Fox tips his aviator sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

Rupert: Edward, are you suggesting our esteemed advisearies would seek help from

He holds a theatrical pause.

Rupert: ..Le French?!

Both men burst out laughing and we see Pembrook damn near split the solid table slamming his palm down before Fox looks at the camera.

Rupert: Sorry about that chaps, a little good natured humour never hurt anyone, right? Well 2X..ah bugger I can’t keep calling you guys that can I? We aren’t on first name basis yet are we and quite honestly since you chose such a great name for yourselves as 2X I shall refer to you from now on as Lord X for the more financially backed one and Mr. X for the..less endowed one, financially of course I mean. Now my friend Edward here may just be a tad bit too much for you blokes to get your heads around, see while he speaks in a rather brash way he doesn’t mean any ill will or harm with his words. It’s just the way he talks, proper farmboy stock who doesn’t mince his words or bullshit about thing, it’s not that he couldn’t he just chooses not to. So as rotund as he may be, it just means that he knows good food and can fuel up before his training and matches. Sure he may not be much of a looker either but I bet your bottom dollar that if you put Edward here side by side Mr. X and asked some proper women. I mean honest to god hardworking american gals, not some silicone injected airhead tarts you see on the telly..which one they would prefer and 9 times out of 10 Edward here would win that pony.

He chuckles.

Rupert: Because what he may lack in his taste for outfits, he makes up with integrity, what he loses in baby oil and grooming he doubles on treating the lucky lass like a queen and unlike some full of themselves bodybuilder Edward here appreciates a good woman, because he was raised proper by his mother and learned from a wee lad how to be a real man. Can you say the same Mr. X? I bet you would counter that with how much you bench press or how many bloody squats you can do, isn’t that right? Well let me level with you my pedigree chums it doesn’t matter how many squats you do or how much you can bench press, because when that big bastard comes at you with that cannonball you can be big Arnie, Mr. Olympia himself and you couldn’t do a bloody thing to stop him. He is just a hardworking and honest country boy so he won’t brag about such things, but I’ve seen him do that up close and personal, seen the carnage, the devastation he leaves at his wake and it won’t be pretty. So if you lads got some insurance going into this match? Great if not the reconstructive surgery might cost you a pretty penny. Just friendly advice, nothing more.

Penbrook had been busying himself with a piece of cake while Rupert spoke, the big man clearly having a big appetite. But once his friend finished, he himself spoke up.

Eddie: Rupert here is the more eloquent one of us, so I cannot even hope to match the brevity of his monologues. I still strongly suggest you take his words to heart Mr. and Lord X. Since he knows what he’s talking about. Back home in Queens Country he is the sole heir to a fortune either of you can only imagine. And I am not speaking solely of money. He carries within himself the blood of nobility stretching back long before the USA was a thing. But don’t be mistaken, he is not like you Lord X, as despite his intrinsic wealth and superior blood, he is a honest worker who puts everything in the line in that ring. And me? I’m the solid foundation he can rest easy against knowing that should he falter, I am there to pick him up and push him to outdo himself. I have little knowledge or interest regarding how you two chose to start teaming, but I would hazard a guess that Lord X needed a bodyguard who wouldn’t do too much thinking and Mr. X needed someone to fund his… “supplemental produce”-needs. So an alliance of convenience at best. But we are the Henhouse Slaughter. We are more than just two blokes with a common goal. There is camaraderie here, a sense of unity.

Penbrook stops and catches his breath, sipping some tea as he does.

Eddie: And at Salvation 151 2X, you will find out just what it means when you let the Fox into the henhouse. It’s a slaughter. Try to outmuscle us? We will fight right back. Try to out-smart us? We will fight right back. For Queen and country, we will fight you in the ring, we will fight you in the aisleway, we will fight you in the crowd. And we will never surrender.

He gives a small grin as he glances at Rupert, who rolls his eyes at the Churchill-evocation.

Eddie: But bottom line is chaps, you are out of your league here. Henhouse Slaughter is the future of Tag team wrestling in Redemption. And that is all I have to say on the matter. Rupert?

Rupert: I’d suggest a friendly wager between us, that Edward here could name more American Presidents than Mr. X could name English Prime Ministers..but that wouldn’t be fair would it. Seems like I should be impressed if he can even count past his fingers and toes. Lord X, you proper posh son of a tart. Don’t wear your best coat to the show since you might just get that ripped apart. English might not be known for much in modern times but we have is an built in institute an empire if you will on some things, say what you want about football but firms, hooligans, those lads who just love to get smash and smash your face in before we take your bird over for some delightfully delicious vindaloo? That’s us? Colonizing good chunks of the world, the combination of crass and class, royals and regulars. England gave you it all and most of the great things you assume you invented, were imported from us. Let’s not make this a battle for national pride eh? No sense in getting political and all that bollocks when we can just have a good ol’ scrap, a real fight. Because it’s not the size of the dog, it’s the size of the fight in the dog and just look at Edward here, he has a bigger fight in him than the pair of you. If I was some chickenshit cocksucker of a cunt I could just stand on the apron and watch him decimate you both, but what fun would that be for me? I’ll join in on the fight happily and dare either one of you to just try and beat me because of my size..I’m not the one who has to try and compensate a bloody thing so at Salvation 151 2X..you lot will be the ones hoping for a salvation from the slaughter that’s coming for ya!

He eyes at the camera, still going, ripping his aviator shades off and we see those pale blue eyes ready to pop out their sockets.

Rupert: OI! TURN THAT SHIT OFF WILL YA?!

With that we cut off to black.

2X vs Henhouse Slaughter

Adam Lowe is in the studio standing next to the 4K monitor with his million-dollar smile as he segues into the next match of the night.

Adam Lowe: Our next match of the night is one that has to have ramifications in whoever the eventually tag team champions are here in Redemption. The match features the team of Xander Cross and Xavier Maxwell, known collectively as 2X as they square off against the team of Henhouse Slaughter, featuring Eddie Penbrook and Rupert E Fox. This match was definitely a showcase with both teams getting their fair share of offense on both sides with two very similar teams, pairing a powerhouse with someone smaller. Speaking of powerhouse, what was really impressive in this match was when the two big men, Eddie Penbrook and Xavier Cross, when toe to toe, move for move, punch for the punch, in an exchange that had the fans on their feet. Now we’ll take you to the action for the finish of the match.

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Maxwell struggles to his feet. As he does, Fox leaps from the top of the ropes with a jumping DDT, spiking the head of Maxwell into the mat.

JJ Adams: Fox with the pin attempt!!

...1
...2
..Cross breaks up the pin.

Johnson McConnell: That was the match there if Cross hadn’t of made that save.

JJ Adams: I believe you’re right. Either way, both of these teams have been impressive. If this is our first taste of the tag team division, I think we are in for a treat.

Penbrook comes running into the ring and hits Cross with a boot to the face. Penbrooke falls back into the turnbuckle. Penbrook goes for an avalanche in the corner, but Cross moves then clotheslines Cross over the top rope and to the outside as the two brawl on the floor.

JJ Adams: The two big men go to the floor.

Johnson McConnell: And neither one is giving any ground to other. I think it’s fair to say from what we’ve seen here tonight these men don’t like one another, and the winner is us fans who get to witness this.

JJ Adams: I believe you’re right JJ. However, this fight, while entertaining, could be a detriment to what's going in the ring.

Back in the ring, Fox has Maxwell up. Then out of nowhere he hits him with a tilt a whirl face breaker.

JJ Adams: He calls that move Seeing Stars and Stripes.

Johnson McConnell: It’s definitely impressive. This Fox guy has a good and unique high-flying style that I think can take him a long way.

JJ Adams: It looks like he has something else in mind for us here, too.

Fox goes to the apron and waits. When Maxwell gets back up, Fox comes over the top rope with a springboard flying forearm, but Maxwell steps to the side. Fox nimbly lands on his feet and turns around, but when he does Maxwell hits him with a dropkick.

JJ Adams: Good awareness from Maxwell.

Johnson McConnell: I don’t much about the guy, but the book on him is he’s a thinking man’s wrestler.

JJ Adams: Doesn’t look like it’s enough to keep Fox down.

Johnson McConnell: Don’t seem like much does keep ole Foxie down.

Fox quickly gets back to his feet. Maxwell goes for an DDT, but Fox pushes him off then hits a spinning back elbow. He grabs Maxwell and goes for the pin, but Maxwell is able to roll him up, holding the tights for extra leverage.

JJ Adams: Maxwell with the pinfall.

...1
...2
...3

JJ Adams: That’s it, we have a winner.

Johnson McConnell: Penbrook tried his darndest to break that up, but he just couldn’t quite get back in the ring to break up that cheap pin by Maxwell. But it does play into his thinking man’s wrestler.

Maxwell rolls out of the ring quickly and almost collapses in the arms of Cross as the two laughs at Henhouse Slaughter in their defeat.

Trinity Nicole: Winners of this match, by pinfall...TWO X!!

JJ Adams: Well, 2X stole one here. You have to wonder what this means long term as we look to eventually crown our tag team champions.

Johnson McConnell: I’d have to say the early favorites are 2X after this impressive match and a victory here, albeit a cheap one.

2X make their way up the ramp backward, laughing the entire time at Henhouse Slaughter, while Penbrook and Fox are left seething in the ring.

[Donnie]

Punishment and Planning

The feed transitions from the 2X/Henhouse Slaughter match to the dressing room of the High Priestess of the Nameless, Jinx. The camera pans around, showing the black curtain-draped walls and white candles in sterling candelabras. Draped on a white chaise lounge, the White Reaper herself is dressed in a white bustier and white gossamer skirt, her bare feet crossed and tapping impatiently. Her second in command, Bael is standing next to her, his arms crossed over his chest, biceps bulging. The two Nameless that were defeated earlier in the night by Lucky and Lyric - otherwise known as Pride and Greed - are kneeling in front of her, their heads bowed.

Jinx casts her eyes to Bael, speaking only to him.

Jinx: Honestly Bael, can you believe the disappointing display these two put on?

Bael: No my Priestess, they are truly earning their places, aren’t they?

Jinx laughs, a sadistic tone thick in it.

Jinx: You’re most correct in your assessment, Bael. Now, the question is what should I do with these failures?

She pauses, letting the threat hang heavily in the air.

Jinx: I think a good lashing seems most effective, don’t you?

Bael’s chest begins to shake with laughter as he nods his head.

Bael: I have to agree, my mistress. I’m assuming you want me to use your preferred instruments?

Jinx smiles at him and nods her head.

Jinx: Of course, it seems to make the biggest impact. First, I believe we need to discuss our next steps in regards to the most annoying thorn in my side, Lucky Keenan.

She rises, giving Bael a well-understood look. He moves to the two supplicants on the floor. He grabs them both by the scruff of their necks and tosses them into the nearest corner where they immediately drop to their knees. She then rises to her feet and begins to pace.

Jinx: I believe we need to break Lucky down completely. Not all at once, mind you, but slowly, methodically, and utterly sadistically.

Bael watches her, scanning the others in the room as well.

Bael: This sounds most intriguing and worth an in-depth conversation but I have to ask -

He pauses, swinging his gaze to Jinx, gauging her mood.

Bael: - what do you want to do with his new “friend”, Lyric?

Jinx waves her hand dismissively.

Jinx: She’s irrelevant for now. If she becomes an issue, well, I’m sure we can come up with an equally exquisite punishment for her, don’t you agree?

Bael’s lips curl in a sadistic grin.

Bael: Absolutely, my mistress. Although I can tell by your eyes that hers would be a more immediate and violent reaction. There will be no measure of reprieve for Mr. Keenan, will there?

She smiles in satisfaction before returning to her chaise and reclines back.

Jinx: What I have in store for Lucky will make him wish he’d never been born. I will have him on his knees to me before I’m done. Now if you’ll hand down my decree…

At her words, Greed and Pride rise to their feet, immediately stripping their shirts quickly and await their punishment.

Bael pulls a nasty looking whip from his belt and draws his massive arm back as the scene fades out.

Rule the Yard

Salvation cuts to a previously recorded segment. The background is the East River between the Queens and the Bronx. The weather is overcast and late in the evening. A slight mist is falling on the two men it shows. One has a nearly shaved head, with just the stubble showing, with a dark goatee. Beneath his black leather jacket is a tight black t-shirt that hugs to his every muscle and contour. The shirt is tucked into a black pair of paints. He has a look of pure intensity on his face.

Next to this man is someone about four inches taller, but every bit as intimidating. He has a rag on his head with a long red braid coming out of the rag. His arms show tattoos in various places beneath his button up black work shirt that’s had the sleeves cut off, hanging down over the band of his denim jeans. The first man starts to speak.

Jupiter: Names Tyson Caine, but I go by Jupiter. This man next to me is Levi Abel, also known as Zeus. I know what all of you at home are asking yourselves. What kind of name is Zeus and Jupiter? Aside from being the name of the God among Gods in both Greek and Roman culture, they are also names that we’ve earned with our blood, and I don’t say that in a figurative sense.

Zeus: I don’t know about figurative, but we truly earned them. I once ripped a man’s ear completely off just because I could, and I reveled in it.

Jupiter: This place behind us, it’s Rykers Island. It’s where Zeus and I met one another. It’s where we earned our names. A thing happens to person in prison. They can either cower down and become a bitch, or they can rise to the occasion, show no compassion for anyone standing in their way, and rise to the top. Zeus and I rose to the top. Our names, we earned those names; our yard names. The names of the two men who ran the yard. The guards weren’t in charge, we were. What we said went, and if people didn’t fall in line there was consequences. We ruled out of both fear and respect. It’s harsh, but so is life; but fucking deal with it. We aren’t here to coddle you or hold your hand. We aren’t here to be filtered and censored. We are coming to Redemption for one thing.

Zeus: Violence. Fun. Blood. Guts. Trauma. If we can’t fight somewhere else without getting in trouble, we might as well do it someplace where not only is it allowed, but they’ll pay us damn good money to do so.

Jupiter: That’s four things, but you get the picture. You have to excuse my friend; he gets a little excited anytime it has to do with gratuitous violence. Let’s just say that we ran the yard at Rykers, now we plan to run this yard.

Jupiter has a sly smile while Zeus laughs almost manically as the segment comes to an end.

Alternative Winners

Moments to go before the Chance Field versus Hungry Jack match and the camera cuts backstage. Xavier Cross still has on his orange and blue wrestling trunks. His shirt is a matching orange and blue 2X t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the sides shredded down, stopping inches above the bottom seam. Beneath the shirt his physique can be seen glistening in sweat. Xander Maxwell is also still in his wrestling outfit, consisting of long orange and blue pants and metallic gold boots. He’s got a metallic gold towel around his neck. Despite the fact that they just finished their match, it’s apparent that Xander did take the time to put on his diamond studded Rolex after the match.

Xavier grabs the lens of the camera and jerks it toward them.

Xavier Cross: Get your ass over here. We have something to say.

The camera gets shaky the more Xavier handles the man behind him.

Xander Maxwell: Did you see that out there? It shows you that this can also be a thinking man’s game.

Xavier Cross: That’s what makes us so good. I’m built like a God, can toss anyone around like a rag doll.

Xander Maxwell: And I can outsmart and out maneuver them all.

Xavier Cross: Just go ask Henhouse Slaughter. Not only did we win, I put their dicks in the dirt. Hey Xan, did you see the look on old Foxy’s face when you held those tights? Pure gold man.

Xander Maxwell: Good point, Gold, but we’ll talk about that later. The look was classic wasn’t it? He was like “Oh shit, I’m beat. I just shit to bed in my debut.”

Xavier laughs.

Xavier Cross: It’s alright though. There’s no shame in losing to 2X. Everyone does.

Xander Maxwell: Hey, this is 2021. You can’t say people lose. Cancel culture may come after us. Henhouse Slaughter aren’t losers. They are alternative winners.

Xavier Cross: But hey, just another day at the office. Now get out of our face.

Xavier tosses the camera man down. Xander’s voice can be heard while the scene fades away.

Xander Maxwell: Let’s go pop a bottle..maybe grease up….

Chance Field vs Hungry Jack

Transitioning away from the team of 2X, Salvation goes back into the studio with Adam Lowe, who is standing next to the monitor.

Adam Lowe: Our last match before the main event is the Redemption debut of Hungry Jack, as he faces off against second generation wrestler, and son of the founder of Redemption, Chance Field. Before the match former color commentator, Jayden Skiles, came to the ring to do guest commentary. Next, Hungry Jack came to the ring with a lot of FanFair, the fans knowing and loving him from his previous work. Chance on the other hand, who was escorted to the ring by Ares Bones, caught a lot of hate and discontent from the crowd. The early part of the match saw Hungry Jack over power the smaller Field, and every time he would, Chance would retreat to the outside and hide behind Ares. These stall tactics seemed to last a while. On one occasion, Jack even went in pursuit of him, but Ares stepped between them and the two men had an intense stare down. Eventually, back in the ring, Jack was able to isolate Chance, and then dominated for a large portion of the match with his overpowering strength. Then came the turning of the tide. After Ares broke up a pinfall by placing Chance’s foot on the ropes, both the referee and the Jack were looking to the outside. Chance used this his advantage and hit a low blow on Jack followed by a reverse neckbreaker. After that, it was all Chance for a time, using every low-down tactic in the book, including help from Ares on the outside, to keep Jack down and things to his advantage. Now let’s go to the finish of the match.

- - - - -
Chance hits Jack with a dropkick as Jack falls to the canvas. Then Chance follows it up with a springboard elbow drop from the apron and goes for the pin.

JJ Adams: Could this be it?

...1
...2
..Jack presses Chance off of him and tosses him halfway across the ring.

JJ Adams: Impressive breaking of the count from Hungry Jack.

Johnson McConnell: The man has such immense strength, JJ.

Jayden Skiles: C’mon, he can eat my weight, I’d hope he has some strength to him. If not he’s just a tub of lard.

Johnson McConnell: Fat shaming isn’t very becoming of you.

Jayden Skiles: When you look like me, you can fat shame all you want.

A shocked Chance moves back toward Jack and hits him with a bulldogging headlock. Then he perches and waits for Jack to get up. When jack gets up, he takes his head and tries for a satellite DDT, but Jack powers him off.

JJ Adams: Field goes for Mon Ofre, but Jack overpowers him again.

Johnson McConnell: His strength is unreal. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything like it.

Jayden Skiles: Yeah, well, apparently, you’ve never paid much attention to Ares.

JJ Adams: Either way, win or lose, Hungry Jack has been quite impressive tonight.

Chance runs at Jack again, and leaps at him with a cross body, but Jack catches him the air. He walks around the ring with him, gorilla presses him high above his head, then throws him over the top rope and into Ares, taking out both men.

JJ Adams: Hungry Jack may have just levelled the playing field.

Johnson McConnell: He needed to. Ares has been the X-factor in this match.

Jayden Skiles: Not to mention the eye candy.

With not a moment to lose, Jack goes to the outside, presses Chance above his head, then tosses him up and over the top rope from the outside.

JJ Adams: That was impressive.

Johnson McConnell: Impressive? I was a power wrestler, and that was amazing. I sure as hell couldn’t have done that in my prime.

Jayden Skiles: Ehhh, I’m not overly impressed by it.

Jack rolls in behind Chance, bends over and grabs him by the neck, lifts him up, then smashes him back down with a double handed chokebomb.

JJ Adams: Dinner is Served! Amd the pin attempt!!

...1
...2
...3!

The referee calls for the bell.

Trinity Nicole: The winner of this match...HUNGRY JACK!

Jayden Skiles: This is...he cheated. He had to. A Field doesn’t lose cleanly.

JJ Adams: It was completely clean.

The crowd roars at the big victory by Jack in his debut. The former competitive eater plays to the crowd. That’s when he’s finally hit from behind in the neck by a slapjack.

Jayden Skiles: There we go Chance, hit that fatass with that slapjack.

Johnson McConnell: C’mon, is this really necessary.

Jayden Skiles: It’s why you don’t mess with a Field.

Ares rolls into the ring and Chance starts shouting orders. The large Ares picks Jack up on his shoulder while Chance uncovers the top turnbuckle. Then Ares runs to the corner and slams Jack into the exposed turnbuckle.

JJ Adams: This is disgusting.

Jayden Skiles: No, JJ, this is must see TV.

Still not happy, Chane yells to Ares, who lifts Jack up, who feeds him to Chance, who in turn hits him with a spin kick.

JJ Adams: Deal Breaker! That’s his finish.

Jayden Skiles: Now that’s how the match should’ve ended.

Johnson McConnell: Can’t you go home already, Jayden?

Jayden Skiles: Oh, I didn’t tell you? I signed a contract just before this match. It’s a three person team again, fellas.

Chance smiles and laughs at Jack as he and Ares leave him lying in the ring.

[Donnie]

Fire

The scene fades in on an annoyed and angry Casey Holliday as she watches the main event of the last show on the monitor. The look in her eyes is a strong indicator of how annoyed she really is. She barely reacts when she sees herself connect with the Stock Plunge on Jason Sandman but when she sees Jake Mason come out and interfere, costing her a win that she would be proud of, Casey’s eyes narrow in anger. She’s able to at least maintain her composure enough to grab the remote and shut off the television, but she chucks the remote aside. The remote hits the wall without breaking, but Casey doesn’t care about that as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: You want to see some FIRE out of me? You’re just about to get it! You see, I came here to Redemption for a fresh start and to actually get my 2021 off of the fucking ground. I had a huge opportunity in front of me against the world champion, right out of the gate, in the main event. I had my chance to really prove how ‘for real’ I was. That was my opportunity to make the biggest impact that any newcomer to this company could ever imagine. It’s a true testament to my prodigal abilities that I even had such a booking right out of the gate. I got a match right off the bat that 99 percent of wrestlers wouldn’t have gotten and I HAD Jason beat. Deep down in my heart, I know that. After I FINALLY got to hit the Stock Plunge on someone, and believe me, that felt fucking great, I knew that this match was mine. But no… that didn’t quite happen. I won the fucking match, but it was by a disqualification. In the record books, it will go down as a victory… but everyone knows that victory carries an asterisk and it pisses me the hell off because for God’s sake…

When I came to this company, I thought I was DONE having to deal with bullshit, shallow wins like that. I guess not. Jake Mason, for reasons that I have yet to really know and understand, decided he wanted to come out and make a statement at my expense and I have HAD IT with people like that. I’ve HAD IT with people thinking they can use ME as a stepping stone. I’ve dealt with that crap more times this year than I’d ever want to in my career and here’s something that I want to make clear to Jake Mason and to ANYONE in this roster that thinks they can use me as such: I am NOT a fucking stepping stone to ANYONE! You don’t get to make an impact at my expense. You don’t get to TRY to make an impact at my expense and if you do, you can expect to get exactly what you deserve in the end. Jake Mason, you are going to REALLY pay for what you did. You ruined MY moment. You marred my victory. Why, exactly, you decided to come out and specifically attack ME… I don’t know… and really, I don’t give a crap because there’s no good reason you can give for that.

But what I do know is, when the dust settles, you’re going to be the one feeling EXACTLY how you made ME feel last week: disappointed, pissed off, unfulfilled, empty… and I haven’t even gotten through HALF of those feelings that I can describe. But that’s alright though because tonight, I’M the one that gets to send the message. Tonight, I AM in the main event again and don’t be surprised at this anymore people, this is going to be a regular thing with me here, and this time, Jake, it’s going to be YOU that is going to have a main event moment taken away. I’m confident in my teammates, that’s for a fact. When you have the world champion on your side, you’ve got to like those odds. But still Jake… you want to start some kind of war with me? It’s going to be a mistake that you are going to regret! How’s THAT for fire?

In fact…

Casey angrily pauses and flips a double bird to the camera.

Casey Holliday: Is THAT enough fire for ya? There’s WAY more where that came from tonight…

Casey glares at the camera, maintaining her anger, before she turns and leaves the scene.

Birth Right

Chance Field is backstage with Ares Bones. Chance has his bags over his shoulder as the two seem to be making a rush for the parking lot, when Toby Keller comes rushing up to Chance Field.

Toby Keller: Chance, can I have a word?

Chance Field: Who the hell are you?

Toby Keller: I’m Toby Keller.

Chance Field: Moron, I know who you are. My father used to employ you when he ran things properly around here. I mean WHO are you to think you’re qualified to interview ME?!

Toby Keller: It’s kind of my job.

Chance Field: It may be your job, and interviewing some of these other hacks around may very well be within your qualifications, but I’m Chance Field; the legitimate son of Tony Field, not some bastard like my “brother”, Noah. I come from a different gene pool above everyone else in this company. That, alone, makes you unqualified to interview me.

Toby Keller: Uh, I do apologize, Chance, but...

Chance Field: I don’t want to hear your buts. And apologize all you want, but it won’t change the fact that you’re not going to interview me.

Chance starts to walk away.

Toby Keller: Did you know that a standard Redemption contract says that if called upon, you’re required to do one interview per episode of Salvation you work.

Chance stops in his tracks, turns back to Toby.

Chance Field: Fine, but you got one question, make it good.

Toby thinks for a moment.

Toby Keller: Hungry Jack just beat you in your debut, then you attacked him after the fact like a poor loser, and now it looks like you’re running out of here like a coward. So my question is, what's up with that?

Chance Field: Really? Look at this man standing next to me.

Chance nods to the massive Ares Bones.

Chance Field: You’re going to look at a man like this, who has my back no matter what, and have the balls to tell me I’m a coward? Or to insult me like you just did? One word and Ares here would break your neck, so watch your tongue. As far as your idiotic question, I’ll answer that stupidity the best I can. Hungry Jack got lucky, that’s it. I was fighting from underneath all night and the fat ass had a two-hundred-pound weight advantage on me. We cross paths again, it’ll have a different income, I guarantee that. As far as the attack afterwards, I’m a Field. My name deserves the respect and recognition with it, and I didn’t feel like Hungry Jack gave that me, so it was simple, we beat the respect into him. Truth is I...we...are a legacy in this business. It’s my birthright to rise above those that are less than me and sit at the top of the food chain here in Redemption. To do that, you can’t be here to make friends. So it is what it is. Now you had your one question...this interview is over.

Chance nods to Ares and the two continue toward the parking lot making their exit before the main event.

I Know Who I Am

Pacing...that’s all Jason Sandman’s been doing since he got to the arena. That’s because almost as soon as he got to his locker room, Jason heard a lock click on his door. Jason has banged on the door and on occasion Derek Daughtery or Teresa LaChance would come by and speak briefly about how this is for the best. So now he just paces,waits for his release, and watches Salvation on a monitor in his room.

Finally as he gets to the far side of his locker room he notices that the monitor is showing him. He looks around and finds the camera. Jason just shakes his head and sits down in a chair before he starts discussing his thoughts.

Jason Sandman: I’ve had all night. All night to watch as the trash Redemption deems photogenic parade around the ring. I’ve sat here and watched as Christian Dement had talked his bull shit about why he came back to Redemption. I’ve sat here as I’ve been locked in my cell. I’ve had time to think. All that I have come up with is one simple question. A question for Derek Daughtery and Teresa LaChance. Want to know what that question is?

Jason Sandman repositions himself in his seat so he’s more comfortable.

Jason Sandman: What the fuck do you want from me? You know who I am. I don’t think it’s a secret that management hasn’t always considered me the safest bet. I have always been the king of controversy. Teresa tried to fix me at one point. We used to have weekly meetings about what I could do to better present myself to the public. It was all bull shit though. The fact of the matter is no one really knows who the fuck I am or what I’m thinking. They just see the monster that they can unleash when they need another night of suspense. At least that’s what I thought it was. That was until I got locked in my room to keep the bloodshed to a minimum. So what do they want from me? Why did they sign me if I was gonna be locked away? I don’t know and frankly I don’t care. What I care about is why Christian Dement is walking free. What I do care about is.…

Jason Sandman let’s out an evil laugh as he comes to a realization.

Jason Sandman: You want to save it for the big money don’t you, Daughtery. Either that or you know that Christian Dement isn’t ready for what he has coming to him. I heard what you had to say earlier Dement. I heard about why you supposedly attacked me. That’s all good. Believe your reasons. Believe that you were screwed out of a title. Maybe you didn’t lose it because you weren’t offered the money you wanted. Maybe you are just another money grabbing cunt. My opinion falls on the second one. You also said I was a paper champion who was washed up. Let me give you a little history lesson son.

Jason Sandman gets up from his seat.

Jason Sandman: Let’s start by simply saying this. You are Christian Dement. A man who got a few lucky breaks in life and got fed the World Title. You got a hair up your ass and thought that you were worth millions. You didn’t get it so you took your ball and went home. Such a sappy bull shit story. Let’s change your name to Christina and sell that shit to Lifetime.

Jason Sandman throws the chair he was sitting in across the room.

Jason Sandman: I have worked in this business for over twenty fucking years. I have fought on every goddamn continent that has people on it. I have bled in that ring for fifteen dollars and a damn hamburger to get where I am. I have been hung with barbed wire from a cage twice. I was declared dead once. I have clawed my way to the top only to get knocked back down by whatever force was in front of me. For you to say that I haven’t fucking earned my spot in this company is a joke. A joke that I will have the last laugh with.

Jason doesn’t bother to go get the chair he threw. He just sits down on the floor. As he does he takes a deep breath.

Jason Sandman: So many times people forget where they came from. Forget the struggles they had to face to get where they are. I stare at my struggles in the mirror every day.

Jason raises his head up to reveal his neck, and the multiple scars caused by barbed wire.

Jason Sandman: If there is one thing I am not it’s a bull shitter. I look at those scars and I remember. I look at my body. I see the permanent burns and lacerations that paint my body, just as my tattoos do. I know what I have done to my life. I know that I move slower than I should at my age. I am sure I will need a walker before I’m fifty. I did all of this to myself. No one else’s fault. I’m not asking for pity. Fuck knows I don’t deserve it. But I look in that mirror and I know I have carved out a legacy that won’t be forgotten. I am Jason fucking Sandman. I am The New Age Punisher.

On the monitor Jason Sandman can hear the introductions beginning for the main event. As Trinity Nicole begins to speak, Sandman hears the lock that was placed on his door come undone, and the door swings open. Jason gets up to his feet and grabs his barbed wire wrapped chair. He doesn’t even bother to look back at the camera as he again speaks.

Jason Sandman: Maybe my time is finally coming to an end. I probably wouldn’t know if it was. Maybe this newer generation finally has the answer for how to keep me down. It's bound to happen eventually. All I know is that if this is my final ride, then you better believe I am not going alone. I am going to put as many notches in the handle of my six shooter as I can before I am gunned down. Deal with it, bitches.

Jason Sandman picks up the World Title, and fastens it around his neck. He then walks out of his locker room and heads towards the ring ready for what’s coming next.

Main Event
Rosie Sinn, Scarlett Payne,
Jason Sandman, & Casey Holliday
vs
Draco Dragotta, Kit Kobold,
Christian Dement, & Jake Mason

Back in the studio with Adam Lowe, he stands in front of the 400K display screen and introduces the main event as the highlights he’s about to describe flash across the screen next to him.

Adam Lowe: Main event time, and this one is action packed. Last week, after Rosie Sinn refused to shake the hand of Scarlett Payne, Teresa LaChance agreed to tag them together this week so they could hash out their differences. Meanwhile, last week's main event saw Jake Mason get involved in the match between Jason Sandman and Casey Holliday, then as the show went off the air, Christian Dement made his intentions known when he left Sandman laying in the ring. Combined all that, with a stellar debut by Draco Dragotta, who squashed Johnny Payne, throw his son into the mix, and you have the making of this big eight man match here tonight.

The match started off as a brawl, with Dement squaring off against Holliday, Sandman squaring off with Mason, whole Dragotta and Kobold went toe to toe with Payne and Sinn. Eventually the official was able to gain control over things and restore some sense of order so the match could get underway, with Dragotta starting the match off against Scarlett Payne. This match was a lot of controlled chaos, with a lot of both teams getting involved from the sidelines, keeping the referee on his toes. The first big momentum swing came about eight minutes into the match. Let’s show you what happened.

- - - - -
Rosie Sinn has Kit Kobold in a side headlock. She moves toward her corner and tags in Scarlett. Scarlett hopes over the ropes and tags in Holliday.

JJ Adams: Smart team work here. The two quick succession tags allows them a legal three on one.

Johnson McConnell: I love that trick. We used to use that a lot back in the SnD days.

Jayden Skiles: You remember that long ago?

Casey goes to the top rope. Meanwhile, Scarlett shuffles her feet and goes for a superkick. Kobold slightly moves to his left and the kick lands squarely on the jaw of Rosie Sinn, taking her down.

JJ Adams: Kobold moves and Rosie takes one to the face.

Jayden Skiles: Sweet revenge for last week.

Johnson McConnell: It was clearly an accident.

JJ Adams: Either way, this looks to be potentially swinging the momentum the other way.

Scarlett, stunned, tries to collect herself, but before she can Kobold hits a clothesline. That’s when Casey has to improvise what she was originally going to do, and flies off with a cross body taking Kobold to the ground.

JJ Adams: Casey Holliday adjusting on the fly.

Johnson McConnell: That’s why she’s had success. She’s a thinker in that ring. And her work will be much more appreciated here.

Jayden Skiles: Say what you will about Redemption, but we do always respect all our talent.

JJ Adams: This don’t look good for Scarlett and Rosie.

Scarlett rolls out of the ring, where Rosie’s already at. Rosie says something to Scarlett about kicking her, and Scarlett pops off back. Before too long, the two are shoving, and then it breaks out into fists as the two start to brawl.

JJ Adams: The brawl is on. This can’t be good for this four-person team.

Jayden Skiles: Maybe not, but don’t we all grow bored with the goodie goodie attitude of Scarlett?

Sandman tries to sort it out between the two of them, but instead he gets taken down by a chop block from behind by Mason. Meanwhile, Scarlett and Rosie start to brawl up the ramp.

- - - - -
Adam Lowe: These tempers bowling over by Rosie and Scarlett, ultimately turned this into a four on one handicap match. I must say, Sandman and Holliday still made a good fight of it, looking impressive, but in the end, numbers usually win out, and they couldn’t stop the four-man onslaught that came their way. Oddly enough, though, throughout the course of this match, not once did Dement and Sandman ever cross paths. This wasn’t intentional, it just never came to fruition, much to the dismay of the fans that wanted to see the two come to blows. But now let’s take you do the fifteen-minute mark for the finish of this great, action packed match.

- - - - -
Dement and Dragotta are laying outside the ring recovering from a suicide dive from Casey Holliday. Kit Kobold and Casey Holliday are in their respective corners, while Jason Sandman and Jake Mason are the legal men. Both are exhausted from the back and forth. Sandman lunges at his corner and tags in Casey Holliday.

JJ Adams: Sandman with the tag to Holliday.

Johnson McConnell: She really needs to carry this momentum and try to end this soon before the numbers overtake them.

On the other side of the ring, Mason goes for the tag, but Casey dashes the ropes, turns, and the bouncing off the ropes right at Kit knocks him off the apron. Mason turns his attention to Holliday. He lands a right, and then another. He backs her into the corner then levels her with a superkick. He goes for the cover.

...1
...2
..Casey puts her foot on the bottom rope.

JJ Adams: Another smart move by Casey.

Johnson McConnell: Ring awareness. She has it. Her wrestling accumen really impresses me.

Jayden Skiles: Bah, you just like her because she’s cute.

Jake pulls Casey back up, but she slaps his hands away and hits a huge right hand. Then she shoots Mason into the ropes and catches him with a single knee facebuster on the rebounds.

JJ Adams: Big facebuster there.

Jayden Skiles: That definitely looked like it hurt.

Johnson McConnell: JJ, this is where she needs to just end it while she has the chance.

Holliday jumps up and plays to the crowd. Then she nails Mason with a corkscrew neckbreaker.

JJ Adams: Stock Plunge!

Johnson McConnell: I heard that other place she came from wouldn’t allow her to use that move. Ludicrious that is.

JJ Adams: Either way, she goes for the cover.

...1
...2
..Kit pulls the referee out of the ring breaking the count.

Jayden Skiles: Genius move by Kobold. Daddy must be proud.

Johnson McConnell: He’s lucky he didn’t get DQ’d for putting his hands on the referee.

Livid, Holliday stares at Kobold and waves him into the ring. Kobold climbs in the ring and drags Mason over to his corner, where his father, Draco Dragotta is waiting. Dragotta tags himself in.

Dragotta charges at Holliday, who meets him in the middle. The two start to exchange fists, but eventually the size advantage of Dragotta comes into play as he backs her into the corner. Once she’s in the corner, Sandman tags himself in, but not before Dragotta nearly takes her head off with a big clothesline.

JJ Adams: Dragotta has no clue that Sandman tagged himself in.

Johnson McConnell: No. He still thinks Holliday is the legal wrestler.

Dragotta lifts her up and motions for something, but before he can hit anything, Sandman wraps his arms around him, steps back a few steps, then launches him with a high release German suplex into the corner post.

JJ Adams: Devastating move by Sandman.

Johnson McConnell: Sandman needs to quit running his mouth with Dement though, and follow it up.

Jayden Skiles: Nah, let him run his mouth. It’ll be his moment in the sun before Dement takes his title.

Dragotta is slow to get up. Once he is up, Sandman goes for a spinning backfist, but Kit Kobold comes out of nowhere and places himself between him and his father, taking the move for him.

JJ Adams: Kiss the Demon!

Jayden Skiles: Wow. What selflessness of his Dragotta’s son, Kit.

Sandman is shocked. While the referee and Sandman both look toward Kit on the mat, Dragotta takes advantage, drops to his knees and hits a low blow.

JJ Adams: As if four on two isn’t enough.

Johnson McConnell: I know. Some people never cease to amaze me.


With Sandman doubled over, Dragotta hits a headlock driver. As he does this Dement runs across the ring and spears Holliday, nearly ripping her in half before she can break the pinfall.

JJ Adams: Dragotta Driver!

Jayden Skiles: This should be it. He’a going for the cover.

...1
...2
...3!

The referee calls for the bell and the ring announcer makes the announcement.

Trinity Nicole: The winner of this match, the team of Christian Dement, Draco Dragotta, Jake Mason, and Kit Kobold!!

The fans boo. Meanwhile Dement walks over to the title, stares at it, then puts Sandman’s World Title over his shoulder and leaves the ring with it as the show fades out.

[Donnie]

Credits

Preshow - Donnie
Paper Champion - Donnie
The Ringing of the Bells - Turner
Helloooo - Sam
Johnny Payne vs Agony - Paul
Demand Met? - Donnie and Daniel
Prepared - Carlos
A Storm is Coming - Sunshine
B.R.A.T.S - Muru
Lucky & Lyric vs The Nameless - Mikey
Imaginary Reality - Sunshine and Turner
Deep in Thought - April
Main Event 1
The Madness - Mikey and Sunshine
School of Punk - Mikey and Sunshine
Salvage From Slaughter - J and T
2X vs Henhouse Slaughter - Donnie
5A Punishment and Planning - Sunshine
5C - Rule the Yard - Tony
Alternative Winners - Tommy
Chance Field vs Hungry Jack - Donnie
Fire - Casey
Birth Right - Donnie
I Know Who I Am - Paul
Main Event Eight Person Tag - Donnie

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