Redemption 113

[Slaine Rodrick]

PW Presents...

Redemption 113
Tuesday, October 10th 2017
Prescott Valley Events Center
Prescott Valley, Arizona

***ON AIR***

Even in the wee hours of morn, Lake Havasu saw itself a healthy population of fishers. Patiently awaiting a catch, the calm before the inevitable battle, they were like statues. Yet, deep off the docks, a boat quietly made its way around. There, the camera found its focus, getting closer until a needed transition brought it over to a fishing rod, bobbing in the water. Its handler’s flaxen hair breezed gently, and she too looked the part of a statuesque fisherman. A faint smile accompanied her phantasmal features, only reinforcing the dreary nature of the youngest Kaiser. By her side, watching attentively, her wife--the Rising Phoenix Champion--learned about the activity. However, there was need for discussion. Anastasia waited for Sophie to break her focus, knowing how swiftly the narrow chance of victory can be. Sophie’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and before the camera knew it, Sophie craned her arm back with a snappy motion. Behind her, a sunfish collided with the deck of the boat. Sophie turned her head back to stare at her successful capture, and proceeded to head over to. Anastasia followed, beginning to speak.

Anastasia Starling: It’s strange seeing a fish out of water. How it’s laying there, flapping around. It’s clueless, directionless, completely confused with everything that is going on, falling into a desperate panic as it’s dragged out of it’s familiar surroundings. I see many in the industry that are really, kinda, sorta the same as this little fishy. So comfortable with the run of the mill, anything out of the ordinary just destroys them.

Ana peered over her wife’s shoulder, a gentle hand on her shoulder as she looked on, gulping and unable to look away.

Anastasia Starling: But what if your comfort zone is anything but the comfortable? What is it like when you prefer the madness, the anarchy, the wild unknown and the safest place is the one place you never want to be? What if you do throw care to the side and take a stroll into the great unknown? What if the little fishy sprouted wings and flew off into the sun?

Sophie El: What if--

Sophie lowered down, kneeling to take up the fish. She held it by its tailfin, watching it struggle against her superior grip. She smiled tenderly at it.

Sophie El: You force your environment to change to what you want? It’s one thing to know the unknown, but it’s another to absolutely destroy, for it can be your enemy. To force your own evolution to make your surroundings something that cannot consume you. To transcend is what people should strive for, and many die out trying to achieve this feat. Then they return to their comfortable existences, where everything is familiar. What if the little fish gets taken out of the warm waters by force?

Sophie El: This is what my wife and I pose as to Frisky and Cassius; we’re the intrusive beings that have grown bigger than our prior state. Thus, we took it upon ourselves to seek out more, and take more. As such, our foes find themselves like this fish in my grasp. Small, troubled, and begging for release.

Sophie stood up entirely, continuing her gaze on the fish. It now slowed its motion, feeling the last signals of life fading. Sophie could see it losing the fight to natural causes, and she dropped it to the ground.

Sophie El: While they’re strong in their conditions, they have yet to face a challenge that grants them the chance to change. That’s not our prerogative, do not be mistaken.

The artist brought over a thin pole, something to skewer the fish upon. She did so without much care, demonstrating the sudden burst of strength as she did earlier. She brought the fish up, which now suffered a new fate. Its body slid down its narrow prison, leaving a red trail behind it. Ana merely looked on wide eyed and full of wonder, a single reaching over to prod the skewer to check it’s sharpness.

Anastasia Starling: Frisky D appears all bright and shiny, amazing when placed on paper and stands out amongst so many here in Phoenix. Cassius, well, he is the Iron King. Whilst I do not agree with the methods in which he won that tournament, the sneak attacks, the rule breaking, the questionable jury decisions...

Her heterochromia afflicted eyes looked on from the skewer to her wife, a look of pure adoration upon her face as the faintest but sweetest little smiles spread across her features, her teeth glistening in the reflection of her Rising Phoenix title.

Anastasia Starling: He is the champion. He is the Iron King. But what many forget about iron, only remembering that it is tough and strong, is that it brittle. Before it has any chance to bend, it will crumble and break apart. It’s simply the way that iron is, and it described Cassius perfectly. Unwilling to change, unwilling to try something new. And who are the two of them facing? They are facing the real steel of this company, forged in Phoenix fire and burning hotter and brighter than anybody else on this roster.

Starling paused for a moment, looking out into the waters as she soaked in everything around her.

Anastasia Starling: Playing ignorant isn’t the smartest set of actions a man who is so supposedly the head of Talent Relations for another company we compete in. It shows two factors, one he clearly isn’t suited to his position. And two… He really hasn’t been paying attention recently, has he? Then again, I hear that is the case for Cassius Reed, he never ever pays proper attention, professionally and personally.

Sophie El: Since Cassius doesn’t want to pay attention, he will fall. Kingdoms fall when their egos start to cloud their vision. Their king came in with that disadvantage and let it continue to grow and shroud. For that, he serves as a necessary instrument now. We will use him to show an example. Here, and at the Boats ‘N Throws, the throne will have a new person sitting upon it. She’s a darling angel that has a lot to prove for herself, who has started to break away from what held her down. A woman that has decided that enough was enough. Someone that I’m very proud of.

Sophie put the pole down onto the ground, removing it from sight. She looked back at Anastasia, a sultry look crossing her face.

Sophie El: And while she reaches her highest point, the first of many, I will rip a transgressor asunder. She managed to steal away a victory from me, but I have ensured her suffering. She’s a piece of food that needs to stop resisting what I have said, one that needs not escape her comfort zone. Frisky needs to learn the very important lesson that Cassius will also learn.

Sophie El: You do not fuck with a God.

Anastasia’s eyes had lit up during Sophie’s speech, a sense of visible breathlessness as her cheeks reddened. She kissed Sophie upon the cheek, not once but twice, a look of pride, joy and want upon her angelic features, yet a devilish little glint in her eye. She looked over to camera, that little curl of the lip creeping out.

Anastasia Starling: You really, really, really don’t.!

(From Anastasia's creepy grin we cut to an ‘amped-up’ [REDACTED], whom was ready to take on a bigger man than himself. A first. For many, it was be a dream matchup to witness but for [REDACTED] he was just ready to make one-third of “The Collective” his victim. His Manager, Brandon Garcia stood by him as he pointed his index finger into the chest of [REDACTED], intentions fully on keeping him hyped BUT focused.)

BRANDON GARCIA: That’s right! Remain amped. This is in a sense, once in a lifetime matchup but in no way shape or fashion will it be the way many expect this to be. They believe Geno will take this but just because you’re bigger and taller don’t mean you’re better. That’s YOU!

(Clapping hands were heard as former interim GM Johnny Rebel had made his way into the picture and stood inches from [REDACTED] and Garcia, nodding his head.)

JOHNNY REBEL: Helluva speech there, Brandon!

(Brandon gave Rebel a long stare before choosing to smirk.)

BRANDON GARCIA: What do you want, Rebel?

JOHNNY REBEL: Oh nothing, just that after [REDACTED] match is over, he wants to see him.

(Rebel eased on pass both [REDACTED] and Garcia, making his way down the hall as Garcia slapped [REDACTED] on the chest, getting his mind back on where it needs to be as he ‘waved off’ what Rebel said.)

BRANDON GARCIA: Don’t worry about that. It’ll be nothing big. Just go out there and kill!

(The two continued their walk as [REDACTED] was first to make his entrance.)

ALPINE: Now after that drop, do you believe that will be floating somewhere in the back of [REDACTED]’s head during this contest? What could it be?

RODZ: Not sure but I do know nothing will faze [REDACTED]. It hasn’t before, it won’t now. The man is bent on getting his hands on Geno and destroying him which honestly would be a hell of a sight. I don’t know but I do know that the crew has reinforced this ring a bit for these two.

ALPINE: And as we hear that theme, it’s time!!!

Geno Fortliti vs. [REDACTED]

(As both entrants made their way into the ring and the classic Sinatra “Nice Work If You Can Get It” played until it’s fade out as Geno Forliti stood confident in his corner, staring [REDACTED] down. There was only five inches in difference between the two in height but the angle of it all made it seem much larger. The weight difference would be the factor. Could [REDACTED] lift the much heavier Forliti off his feet? [REDACTED] tried for it as the bell rung. Both men clashing towards one another in a tie of strength. A “Tug of War” it became before Geno shoved [REDACTED] back a few feet into the ropes. Bouncing off, [REDACTED] drove a shoulder into the chest, leaping to give an added boost to the attack. Only caused a stumble on Geno’s part. The two came back to a staredown, sizing each other up.)

ALPINE: These two mammoths in that ring. [REDACTED] attempting that shoulder block. It’s going to take A LOT more than that to move that mountain!

RODZ: Geno is a tall, tall man but [REDACTED] is not about to be outdone here tonight. He’s put many in the Intensive Care Unit. Geno, I understand he’s a New York State Power-Lifting Champion but one wrong move can turn him to a large mass of waste by those destructive hands of [REDACTED].

(After much hype from the two given with the staredown, the real action had occured. Geno Forliti missed with the swinging of his arm for a clothesline and [REDACTED] took full advantage. Punch after punch after punch to the core body of Geno, his attempts to weaken the frame. Shoved like a child, [REDACTED] rolled to the ropes. Back up, the two continued to scrap. [REDACTED] tried to lift the heavier, taller Geno Forliti and received an axe handle right to the back. Geno took over the match with hard blow after hard blow to [REDACTED] following a Powerslam after that attempted lift by [REDACTED]. Falling for a cover attempt, [REDACTED] kicked out right at the 2-count.)

ALPINE: That Powerslam, Ohhh my! Strength and Power on showcase by Geno. One who is usually the quiet one between the three is making a lot of noise here in this opener match against a daunting man like [REDACTED].

RODZ: The calmer isn’t showing much calm here in this ring tonight. He’s doing what no one has done before, tearing into the beast. This singles debut for Geno here in PW is glorious!

(The two Powerhouse Athletes had spread their power in and out of the ring. The barricades being used thanks to that of [REDACTED], who showed the world just how agile he was, delivering a crushing Suicide Dive Uppercut a.k.a “Bullet-Catcher” to Geno earlier which initiated much work between the two outside. However back in ring, Geno had taken over yet again, his strength, his power, giving [REDACTED] much of his own medicine with thunderous move after move. A few times it seemed like the ringposts were going to separate due to the sheer power of Geno’s Italian-Whips to the corner. [REDACTED] seemed like the end was near for him but a costly mistake by Geno sort of revived him as he got in more offense. An attempted “Pink Mist” from [REDACTED] was caught by the hands of Geno, capturing that right leg. The end seemed to be near for [REDACTED] as Geno performed a devastating Powerbomb, sending aftershocks throughout the Prescott Valley Events Center.)

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2....

3!!!

WINNER: GENO “THE FORKLIFT” FORLITI via PINFALL @ 9 minutes, 45 seconds.

ALPINE: Completely SHOOK! Both figuratively and literally. “The Forklift” has tamed the beast! He’s given [REDACTED] his first loss. Brandon Garcia cannot believe it. An absolute stunned look!

RODZ: You’ve got to think that somewhere that message from Rebel to [REDACTED] was floating somewhere up there. Not focused. For moments he looked in tune and then all of a sudden, defeat knocked on his door. Geno was outstanding here tonight!

(Anger fills the defeated body of [REDACTED] after the loss. He’s highly upset as the taller, bigger, Geno Forliti got the job done. Getting up to get his hand raised mid-ways by the referee, an unsuspecting [REDACTED] launches himself into Geno with a thunderous clothesline from behind, knocking him down as the crowd boos.)

ALPINE: Only a matter of time before he resorted to this!

RODZ: I felt that in my chest! That clothesline decked Forliti!

([REDACTED] was unhinged, repeatedly driving down fists and elbows before transitioning to stomping onto him with his right boot. The Collective, Tony and Frankie emerged from the back, only to get cut off by an excessive clearing of the throat by Seth Black who quickly appeared on the PhoenixTron.)

SETH BLACK: Don’t even think about it, fellas!

(Both Frankie and Tony looked up at the Tron, seeing Seth’s face as they backed off, fading back to the backstage area. Seth immediately began yelling at [REDACTED], grabbing his attention immediately.)

SETH BLACK: You know, my original intentions for you meeting me after your match tonight [REDACTED] was to inform and hand you a hefty suspension for all the damage you’ve managed to do recently but after this..

(He took a moment, lowering his head for a moment.)

SETH BLACK: I thought otherwise. Since it seems you can’t stop attacking and injuring the talent, I’m just gonna go ahead and FIRE your ass! Good luck in finding your next employer!

(Seth smiles just before all goes black on the PhoenixTron. Brandon Garcia ringside is flipping out, enraged at the decision of his client being fired. He’s freaking out. [REDACTED] meanwhile finds himself in the middle of a crew of security guards. Ten of them against him. They go in to try and restrain him but he doesn’t give in without a fight, shoving them from corner to corner. One jumps on his back but all he got was a free ride to the outside of the ring thanks to being launched off via [REDACTED] spinning around.)

ALPINE: [REDACTED] IS A LOOSE ANIMAL!

RODZ: SETH JUST FIRED HIM, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT HIM TO BE?

(Finally after amount of bodies getting tossed around the ring, a team effort from the guards managed to get him down to the canvas via a double-teamed forward leg sweep, that put him chest-first to the canvas. At that point, three pair of cuffs were put to use, one used as a linkage of the other two as they tagged one end to each ankle of [REDACTED]. Succeeding in that task, they rolled him out of the ring as he went to the floor. They then grabbed him by his arms, trying to drag him up the ramp. [REDACTED] tries to fight it, causing a fit, hellish screaming from him in the process as they hauled him off from ringside and soon out of the arena.)

ALPINE: Man, what a sight!

RODZ: I’ll tell you this, those guards earned every penny in their contract with straining to retain that beast. Taking hella bumps throughout. Who’d a fucking thought that [REDACTED] would be fired?

ALPINE: Reap what you sow! To be honest, it was needed. He can’t just go around injuring people just because. Seth did the right thing for the sake of the roster.

(From the ringside chaos we head to the back just as Geno makes his way through the gorilla position. Waiting for Geno are his Collective compadres, ready to plead as the giant makes eye contact with them.)

TONY TIRA: Geno...GENO BRUDDA….so sorry we couldn’t make it out in time.

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: Yeah Geno we’re sorry. Security blocked us off before we could do anything.

(Geno waves it off as he holds the back of his head, still wincing from his beat down.)

TONY TIRA: At least Seth Black fired that fuckin’ prick. Beatin’ up people is our thing and that masked asshole is trying to steal our trademark.

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: One asshole out of the way, and onto the next two. We still have that yappy little mutt Faith and her boy toy Chris Andrew to worry about.

(A snicker and head shake from the leader of the Collective.)

TONY TIRA: Three on two...I don’t like their chances.

(The group share a short chuckle before Tira lets out a deep smile and goes to massage Frankie’s shoulders.)

TONY TIRA: You got this Frankie. I bet ya this prison bitch still gotta bum leg. Go after it with all ya got. Blow his fuckin’ kneecap out. Make the boy cry for his little dog to come rescue him.

(Geno smirks as Frankie cracks his knuckles and nods.)
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FRANKIE STARLIGHT: With pleasure.

(Frankie then slaps his hands together, lets out a manly grunt, then gets pats on the shoulders from Tony and Geno. ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ plays, bringing Frankie to whip out his microphone from his inner jacket pocket and make his way through the curtains with a smile. Cut to ringside.)

ALPINE: I really hope this match remains fair and square. Chris deserves a proper chance to get his revenge.

RODZ: Pshhhh, you really think that’s going to happen? You know as well as I do Alpo, Frankie is a gangster through and through. And what do gangsters do? Fight dirty.

ALPINE: Unfortunately. With Faith nowhere to be seen backstage, Chris Andrew may very well find himself fighting three men tonight.

RODZ: Oh boo hoo. Chris Andrew needs to make more friends that are less injury prone.

Chris Andrew vs. Frankie Starlight

(Frankie finishes up his rendition of ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’, getting a proper amount of boos from the crowd, and making sure to give them a bow to those boos. His theme silences, and a familiar PhoenixTron video gets the crowd hyped. "Renegade Cavalcade" by Ash blares out of the loudspeakers and Chris Andrew pops out of the curtains for the first time since his injury back in June. He’s greeted by a warm and loud "Welcome back" chant. Taking his time to make his way down the ramp, stopping by to take pictures and shake hands with the fans, he eventually reaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and asking for a microphone. Before starting to talk though, he takes some time to soak in the chants celebrating his return.)

CHRIS ANDREW: "Dang, it feels awesome to be finally back in a ring!"

(Another roar of cheers follows his words.)

CHRIS ANDREW: "And honestly, I couldn't ask for a better opponent to come back against. Frankie Starlight. The man that put me on the shelf for four months, the one who constantly messed with my chances to become Duos Champion with Faith. The leader of the Gentlemen’s club known as The Collective. A.k.a. Scum.”

(The subsequent round of boos forces him to take a break.)

CHRIS ANDREW: “I had a lot of time to think these past few months. To think about why you had to hit me, to take off all the frustrations for your boys not being able to get the job done, on me. But I couldn’t find any answer. Actually, at some point I stopped caring. I mean, whatever that was, jealousy, fear of the competition or just because you’re a no good piece of garbage, it was never what kept me up at night. That was the thirst for justice.”

(He begins walking back and forth nervously.)

CHRIS ANDREW: “Mind you, I didn’t say revenge for a reason… I have no interest in injuring you. I would never go that low. That’s not my style. But retribution.. Hell yeah! I can’t wait to get my hands on you, pal. I can’t wait to show everyone that the only reason why you tried so hard to take me down is because you’re beneath me.”

(This challenging words seem to fire up the fans.)

CHRIS ANDREW: “I have a lot of things going on my mind right now.. Getting married isn’t just saying yes as I thought.. There’s a lot of planning and…”

(A deafening applause stops his speech. Frankie’s crude comments can be heard off camera as he screams “BEIN’ A LITTLE SUBSERVIENT BITCH!!”)

CHRIS ANDREW: (rolls his eyes at Frankie) “Thank you guys. What I mean is, despite all the things I have going through my life, this match is now my top priority. Chris Andrew is back ladies and gentlemen. I know you’ve been waiting so long for this moment so what are we doing?

(With that said, Chris plants the mic into Frankie’s forehead, knocking him to the mat to the cheers of the audience! He tosses the mic out to ringside as referee Malik Demitrious rings for the bell, starting the match. Chris rounds Frankie, waving for him to bring it on as Frankie scrambles to his feet in a fluster. Frankie runs forward for a flying clothesline, but Chris swiftly ducks it then spins back with a roundhouse kick that catches Frankie on the jaw! Frankie drops like a sack of potatoes and rolls out to ringside gripping his jaw and cussing mushmouthed insults. Chris doesn't give him much time to do that as he dives to the outside with a no hands flying body splash, toppling Frankie as he looks his way! Once on the ground Chris gives Frankie a couple hard punches to the face for good measure, then picks him up. He goes to toss him in the ring but Frankie is quick to go dirty with a low blow, followed by a leaping enziguri which knocks Andrew back first into the guardrail! With Malik nearing a five count, Frankie slides in the ring, then back out, but unfortunately it’s right into a boot to the stomach! He pulls him in for the Dr. Pepper Special, but Frankie rams with all his might, sending Chris’s spine into the guardrail! He then stands up, backs up a few steps, then plants a dropkick into Chris’s face that knocks him over the guardrail and into the first row! Fans try to help up Chris, but Frankie’s too eager to grab a handful of hair and pull Chris up and over the guardrail. Frankie then tosses him back into the ring and follows in just as Malik reaches an eight count. He’s immediately scolded for his under handed tactics earlier.)

ALPINE: Frankie needs to be careful with those low blows. One more could cost him this match.

RODZ: In my opinion he needs to do more and do a better job of distracting Malik.

(Frankie blows off Malik and stomps on the head of Chris, talking smack to him before delivering another stomp. He then goes to pick up Chris and tosses him to the corner. Frankie rages in for one of his shotgun dropkicks, but Chris drops to the mat in time, letting Frankie crash and burn into the pads! Chris then picks up Frankie and hooks him by the head, snap suplexing him to the mat to the “OHHH!!!”s of the crowd. He rolls and follows with another, getting another set of “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd. He rolls again, but this time takes Frankie to the mat with his cutthroat neckbreaker, the Dr. Pepper Special! “OHHH!!!”s from the audience as Chris drops down for a count!)

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(Frankie shoulder shrugs out, grimacing as Chris yanks him back up to his feet. Chris throws Frankie to the ropes, only for him reverse irish whip Chris to the ropes, who in turn springboard moonsaults off of them! Chris catches Frankie for a moonsault, knocking him to the mat and going for another pin!)

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(Frankie just won’t stay down, and Chris decides to put him down this time. He yanks Frankie back up to his feet and hooks him for a fallaway slam. However before he can sling back Frankie starts nailing him with back elbows, nailing four to the jaw. Chris drops him, and Frankie quickly dives back with a pele kick that catches Chris in the temple! Chris backpedals to the corner in a daze, and Frankie adds to that daze by landing some hard forearms to Chris’s face! He then scales up on the second rope, looking to do a big move.)

ALPINE: If Chris has shown anything it’s that he hasn’t lost a step! Still as fast but Frankie is giving him a run for his money.

RODZ: Which he should. Frankie is one of the most underrated performers on the roster. He may be an armless asshole, but he’s a talented armless asshole.

(Frankie takes time to flip off the crowd, and that’s to his detriment as Chris recovers and scoops Frankie up and over, tossing him over the top rope! Frankie lands on the outer mat on his right injured arm, screaming in pain as Chris quickly steps through the ropes. Frankie looks his way and gets a kick in the face from Chris, followed by a leaping hurricanrana that sends Frankie back first into the guardrail! Frankie is agony as Chris leaps down, grabbing a handful of Frankie’s wet hair and pulling him up onto the apron. He then scoops Frankie for a fall away slam, then tosses Frankie off the apron with a moonsault slam, The Spire Slam right into the outer mat! Frankie screams in pain again, his back destroyed as Chris pulls him up and tosses him into the ring. Knowing how tough Frankie is, Chris wastes no time in pulling him near the top rope and escalating it with a cat-like leap. After two seconds of steadying himself, Chris dives off the top rope with the Canyon Dive, crashing into Frankie with his corkscrew senton bomb!! “HOLY SHIT!!!”s from the crowd as Chris goes for the cover…)

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3!!!

WINNER: Chris Andrew via PINFALL @ 7 minutes, 19 seconds.

ALPINE: Chris Andrew gains the vengeance he needed, and best of all he did it without the Collective interfering!!

RODZ: Doesn’t mean he’s gonna get a chance to escape them. Look at the curtains.

(Tony and Geno are already on their way to ringside, pointing at Chris and issuing threats. Chris doesn’t even get time to enjoy his victory as he sees the two thugs approaching him ringside. Thinking quickly, Chris sees Frankie on all fours, recovering in front of the ropes. He makes the most of his surroundings and races at the men, using Frankie as a springboard to leap onto the top rope! Geno and Tony brace for a dive, but Chris throws them for a loop as he somersaults over the men, lands on his feet, then races to the back!)

ALPINE: What an escape by Chris Andrew!

RODZ: If Chris is smart he’ll get the hell out of the arena NOW.

(The Collective races after him, screaming for his head as we cut away to commercial.)





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(At first there's nothing but the sound of water, then the cameras pan up from the darkened waters of Lake Havasu. There on the waters is the boat belonging to Slaine Rodrick, and the cameras do a slow pan around the exterior of the ship before going up the side to the deck. There stands Slaine himself, dressed to the nines in a full suit. In his hand is a perfectly crafted martini which he sips and smacks his lips over the taste before he adjusts his cravate and turns to the camera.)

SLAINE RODRICK: It's that time of year folks - we're approaching our new anniversary and we're going to celebrate with another edition of Boats N' Throws! Just like last year, costumed wrestlers from in and outside of Phoenix Wrestling will compete to come out on top, to be the last one not in the lake, for a chance to face our current Rebirth Champion Cassius Reed for his title! We look forward to hosting this event and seeing all of the people engage in one of the most fun and crazy style matches you can find in professional wrestling today.

(He toasts the camera with his drink and walks towards the captain's cabin as the feed cuts and picks back up backstage at Redemption 113. There it finds the two members of Hell Is Waiting as they discuss Aurora's upcoming match against Tony Tira of The Collective.)

AURORA: Just when I thought we were done with these three, that our match would assure that for a good long time? Here we are again, it's like garlic knot de ja vu.

(Masaru snickers a little as he offers a tidbit out of his pocket to Olly, who delicately takes it in his owl beak and flies up to a nearby crate to devour whatever it was.)

AURORA: I expect that his compatriots may interfere, it's quite pathetic how they're like a substandard cell that attempts to replicate itself over and over hoping to produce viable life. I'm confident despite what I've gone through of late that I can handle the fight that I know Tony will do his best to bring...

(She trails off and Masaru nods sharply.)

MASARU INOUE: His goonish little friends may seek to interfere. Worry no more, we will have our eyes on the scene. Just kill him and be done with it, or at least end the match in record time.

(The pair laugh, eerily in almost sing-song fashion, with Aurora's tinkling notes supported by his smooth baritone as the camera goes to ringside.)

Aurora vs. Tony Tira

(While Tony definitely has the weight advantage of about sixty pounds on Aurora, her height is the same as his and she is light years quicker. It takes him a full minute before he’s able to tag her with one of his right hooks, enduring a dragon whip kick before he comes up under her guard with the punch. She reels and he yanks her by the wrists in towards him to hit her torso a few times with a couple solid jabs before she rears back and catches him across the bridge of his nose with a sharp headbutt much to his surprise! His head whips back a bit and she drops with her full weight, causing him to release his grip on her wrists. He batters her with a few swings and pushes her back towards the near corner though this proves to be a slight error in judgement as the nearness to the ropes allows Aurora to perform a teardrop DDT! She drops him and pins but he kicks out strongly at two, sending her skating off into the ropes as he stands.)

ALPINE: That Tony Tira is one tough son of a bitch Rodz, and while Aurora has faced The Collective before, the dynamic of a match like this is always different.

RODZ: And yet how many times have we seen Phoenix’s Diamond overcome the odds? When are you going to get with the program.

(Tira manages to catch her as she rises with a body avalanche, pressing Aurora back into the corner where he hits her with repeated jabs to the torso, before he hauls back for a thunderous right hook, however once again Aurora drops as his meaty fist goes whizzing by right where her head was. She elbows him repeatedly in the gut to create some space, then bounces up the turnbuckles he’d crushed her against before jumping off and grabbing his head for a Tornado DDT! Again she covers but only nets a two, and as they rise to their feet he yanks her up and over with a good enough German suplex, despite it being out of his boxing wheelhouse. The impact is hard enough that she’s still for a moment and he scrambles over for the cover, but she rolls up a shoulder at two. He picks her up after this and slams her to the mat a couple of times to try and wear her down before he picks her up and slings her at the ropes, preparing a knockout level punch for her rebound! She dodges at the last second, the blow striking her shoulder instead of her chin but still holding enough force to spin her around like a top.)

ALPINE: Tony sticking to his strengths mostly in this match but really that’s the smart strategy.

RODZ: Stick to what works, you can’t afford to get too far out of your comfort zone with someone like Aurora, she’s too deadly. Give her an inch...

(The truth of this comes into play in the last quarter of the match, while Tony keeps on her with his boxing strikes she seems to catch the rhythm of his attack and is able to dodge his deadlier combos. A solid body shot stuns her and he once again throws her at the ropes to set up for her rebound but she turns and comes back with a huge bicycle kick that catches him square in the face! His boot slips as he staggers back, toppling the muscled fighter to the mat and as he sits up Aurora catches him in the face with a surprise Teep kick! He’s definitely feeling it but still his toughness has him getting to his feet until Aurora runs in to hit her Asai-style DDT, The Ghostly Kiss!)

ALPINE: This might be it...

RODZ: It IS!

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WINNER: AURORA via PINFALL @ 8 minutes, 32 seconds.

(Cold by Static-X plays as Aurora gets to her feet, the referee raising her hand in victory as behind her Tony sits up and shakes the cobwebs out from the impact of his head to the mat.)

RODZ: Alright here come the Collective to fuck shit up! Let’s see Aurora try to escape them this time.

ALPINE: Masaru is backstage with a scythe. I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

(Aurora goes to leave the ring, already begging for Geno and Frankie to do something so Masaru can maul them. Before she can make a step forward however Tony darts to his feet and places a hand out at the two.)

TONY TIRA: Let her pass!

(The booing fans quiet, looking confused as Tony tells The Collective to back off. They reluctantly do as they are told, and step aside from Aurora, clearing the path down the aisle for her. She gives Geno a dirty look, then Frankie, then makes her way up the ramp. Before she heads through the curtains she looks back at Tony, staring at her in the ring. He gives her a nod, to which she turns a shoulder and heads to the back. From that show of respect we head to the depths of the Prescott Valley Events Center. The parking garage is quiet with very little activity at this point in the show, and in the distance, a lone car is seen crossing the street. The camera pans across the screen, viewing the cars parked in the back, and the trucks carrying the equipment. Standing against the wall, a cigarette in hand as he looks down at his feet, focusing on his ring boots, is Finn Whelan. He takes a drag, deeply inhaling, before he drops his hand.)

FINN WHELAN: You know, every week I show up here, I question myself on my purpose here. After all I’ve experienced, all I’ve done . . . I wonder from show to show if there’s something I could be doing better, how I can make myself grow. In the end, I come in, I do my job, I do my best, and I leave feeling like I’ve accomplished something.

(He flicks his cigarette, ashing the ground. He doesn’t bother looking at the camera, but as always, the appearance of determination has crossed his features.)

FINN WHELAN: I honestly can’t say I did that last time. I received a concussion at the last Redemption, but that’s not the only fallacy I feel has crossed my path. Concussion protocol states for the severity, I should be relaxing. I shouldn’t even be here tonight. But that’s not who I am. That’s not what I do. That will never be what I do.

(Finally, he looks up, his eyes focused on the garage in front of him, but still not on the camera.)

FINN WHELAN: There are monsters in this business that are created from their own faults, their own flawed designs. Masaru Inoue is one of these monsters, one who thrives on the decimation of others purely for his own enjoyment. As much as I respect the disaster that stands in front of me as a competitor, I realize that relaxing and standing back isn’t going to cut it this time. I always put in one hundred and fifty percent, and that’s where I am again, protocol or not. Maz is a train wreck that needs to be cleaned up, and I need to put everything into this in order to put the beast down. Because frankly . . . when you want a war . . .

(He flicks his cigarette on the ground as he straightens himself and stands tall, stomping on the remnants to snuff it out entirely. He then looks at the camera, but that usual smirk of his that he has doesn’t appear.)

FINN WHELAN: . . . you get one. There can only be one victor, and I don’t intend to lose.

(He pushes the camera out of his way with his hand, and then moves out of the picture. When the wobbling cedes, the only image that’s left is the closing door as Finn heads back into the building, letting the door slam shut behind him.)

Finn Whelan vs. Masaru Inoue

ALPINE: Finn doesn’t seem to care that he’s going to war with a mentally unstable man. Hasn’t he seen Masaru’s track record?

RODZ: Finn doesn’t not care about track records, or track marks, or moose tracks of any of that shit. He only cares about getting his revenge on Masaru Inoue. I commend him for his batshit insane bravery.

ALPINE: As do I.

(‘Everybody Sells Coccaine’ by Motionless in White plays, bringing out Finn Whelan who makes his way to the ring by bursting through the curtains. He slaps a few fan hands at ringside, then slides into the ring and paces like a tiger. His music comes to an end and ‘Nightlight’ by Silversun Pickups plays, bringing out a smiling Masaru Inoue. He races at the ring with Finn in his sights, but Finn beats him to the punch by intercepting him with a suicide dive! The two crash to the outer mat and start a rolling slug fest! Eventually the two make it to their feet, with Masaru trying to roll into the ring to break the count. Finn helps him along with that with one of his trademark dropkicks to the ass, rolling him with the momentum! Masaru clutches his sore butt cheek as Finn slides into the ring at the seven count. He goes to pick up Masaru but Masaru catches him off guard with a duck and pick up. With a big burst he crashes him into the nearby pads, then headbutts him in his lip piercing! The piercing rips away from his lip, causing him to bleed down his chin and piss Finn off. He replies back with a big headbutt to the eye, cracking open one of Masaru’s eye piercings! With both men bleeding from their piercings, they go back to punching each other in the face!)

ALPINE: Piercing are getting smashed to pieces left and right! Someone get the super glue!

RODZ: Super glue is for wussies. Only real men use lighters.

(The two slug away, with Finn pushing his way out of the corner then taking Masaru to the mat with a takedown! Masaru however rolls through with the momentum and lands on top in mount! Finn is still energetic though and bucks off Masaru, quickly getting to his feet before Masaru. He goes to hook him for a DDT, but Masaru catches Finn off guard with a northern lights suplex into the pads!! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Finn crumples on his neck, but refuses to stay down. He picks himself up, but soon finds himself prey to kicks as Masaru starts kicking away at Finn’s face! He blocks three hard kicks, then catches the fourth, rushes forward with all his momentum, and drives Masaru through the ropes and to the outside! The two crash near the guardrail and Finn is firing away with fists again. Masaru pulls him in for a headbutt, stopping that fist barrage and causing Finn to take time to recover. Masaru smiles and rolls to his feet, then races at Finn. He tries to counter with a clothesline, but Masaru ducks and snatches, nailing him with a snapping underarm STO on the outside! Finn flops over on his neck and clutches it, leaving Masaru to smile as he looks down on the damage done. At this point he notices Oz Oxford Jr. call out “8!!!” and that gets him noticing he needs to do something. He goes to slide in the ring but Finn is already up to his feet. He may be hurting but he ducks a back elbow, secures Masaru’s waist, then dumps him on his head with a german suplex to the outer mat! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Masaru grimaces, leaving Finn hanging off the apron.)

RODZ: Alright kids stop farting around. Time to finish the job.

ALPINE: I don’t think these two care about this match. Just hurting each other.

(Just as Finn is about to slide into the ring, Oz Oxford Jr. screams “10!!!” and rings for the bell.)

RESULT: DOUBLE COUNTOUT @ 4 minutes, 31 seconds.

(Masaru pushes himself up to his feet, but it’s right in line with a patented Finn dropkick which sends him up and over the guardrail! He topples over into the split section, causing security to clear out of the way. Finn grabs a steel chair from ringside, slamming it shut to the squeals of the crowd! He then takes a couple steps back, races at the guardrail, springs off, and plants Masaru in the head with an arabian facebuster! The crowd is in a frenzy, chanting “HOLY SHIT!!!” as Finn grabs Masaru off the ground and starts carrying him through the crowd.)

ALPINE: You can’t put a time limit or rules on these men. They want to fight!

RODZ: Fully enclosed cage match. No time limit. Book it Slaine-o.

(Finn carries Masaru up the steps, using his head as a battering ram to open them up to the concessions area of the arena! Fans snap pictures and try to get themselves on camera as Finn carries Masaru along in a headlock. Suddenly Masaru bites into Finn’s arm, causing him to bleed. Finn retaliates with a big hook, but Masaru dodges the fist, then grabs Finn’s arm and slings him headfirst into a popcorn tank! His head smashes through the thin glass, ruining a perfectly good batch of popcorn with glass and Finn blood. Masaru rips his lightly bleeding head from the batch and brings him over to the t-shirt stand. Fans scatter out of the way as Masaru throws Finn on the t-shirt covered tables, then steps on the tables with him. He then makes a cut throat gesture across his neck, and aims for the Kill Shot! However Finn ducks the kick just in time, punches Masaru in the nut, then hooks him and drives him through one of the tables with the Revelation 6:4 right on Finn’s ‘Revelation 6:4’ t-shirt! The fans go nuts in the arena and at concessions as the two lay in a wood and cotton heap!)

ALPINE: Once again Finn catches him with that Revelation 6:4 through a table! Masaru has to be pissed!

RODZ: And on his t-shirt too. Talk about rubbing it in.

(Not one to stick around and wait for a maniac to recover, a shoulder patted Finn digs himself out of the wreckage and stumbles off camera. The cameras switch to an extravagant scene, showing off the shiny exterior of a very, very expensive boat as it was in action, slowly trolling the open waters. The camera panned out further as a man’s arms were out wide. Camera zoomed back in a bit to that person to reveal it being none other than the inventor of “Roque Total Body Fitness”, Richard Roque himself. A wide smile he had as his arms remained out wide.)

RICHARD ROQUE: You probably assumed it would be another voiceover advertising my workout program to get fit. Well, it is...partially. I’m here today as I stand on this boat, rented by the way to bring to you a very special announcement.

(He backs off from the edge of the boat as the camera followed him, step for step. His wife, Peaches came into the frame as he was giving the camera all it could handle. Peaches assisted him in helping him slide out of his jacket to reveal his upper body, showing off his “body of work”.)

RICHARD ROQUE: I been training all year for this moment. Last year, I stepped out of retirement to be apart of the event, “Boats N’ Throws”. I gave you more than you could ever ask for as I tried to take away the top prize. I fell short. However I look to make amends as I will be returning for the annual “Boats N’ Throws” event!

(Putting his arms down, his jacked body stands like a piece of art as his wife looks in amazement.)

PEACHES: You’ll get them this time, honey!

RICHARD ROQUE: You right I will! Nothing will hold me back from claiming gold. My program has helped me get even better. Thousands of others who’ve subscribed agrees. It works and when I win at this year’s “Boats N’ Throws”, that stock will rise to even higher numbers.

(Roque gave his wife a kiss as the cameras then began panning outward slowly as Roque waved off.)

RICHARD ROQUE: See you all at Lake Havasu!

(The camera fades shortly to the rolling advertisement of the “Roque Total Body Fitness”, showing several folks who tried it and went through a huge transformation. Smiles on many faces as the program helped tremendously. Shortly after the minute-long advertisement, the usual image popped up, giving the toll-free number to call to “ORDER NOW!”)

[Slaine Rodrick]

(The camera comes up in one of the locker rooms behind the scenes at the Prescott Valley Events Center, where Cassius Reed, Phoenix Wrestling’s Iron King, is enjoying some last minute meditation before his match. With the soothing sounds of P-Funk playing over an old stereo system, Cassius sits cross legged, the picture of serenity… at least until there’s a knock at the door.)

CASSIUS REED: The King is not currently accepting visitors.

FRISKY D: Man, maybe I should’ve just barged in instead of knocking. 

(Grumbling, Cassius pushes up to his feet, and opens the door, revealing Frisky D stood there. She’s dressed casually, wearing a colorful owl covered hat sideways over her blonde hair.)

CASSIUS REED: Oh, if it ain’t crazy “Imma jump off the highest thing and try and kill us both” woman. What you wantin’?

(Frisky winces. )

FRISKY D: Yeah, that might not have been my best idea-- I didn’t really think it out. That in mind, thought maybe I should stop by and talk strategy. Obviously uh, my way of doing things haven’t turned out the best.

(She starts to list off some recent events on her fingers.)

FRISKY D:Lost to Ana when we faced a while back, beat Sophie but then she beat me up, Sophie got me in that big Tower thing, then we did the whole crashing and burning. My experience with everyone involved in this seems to end up with me laid out, win or lose-- so thought we might wanna do this one your way.

(After completing her proposal, she awkwardly shuffles her way into the room.)

CASSIUS REED:You want to know Cassius’ strategy? Cassius shows up. Cassius shows off his funky fresh stylings for everyone. Cassius wins. Cassius leaves. That’s our strategy.

(Frisky takes that in, giving a thumbs up while trying to feign feeling natural and at ease here. )

FRISKY D:Cool, cool, definitely down with winning. Just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page here since Ana and Sophie are both really tough, plus have the chemistry because y’know--

(An awkward silence hangs in the air and she forms "V"s with her fingers before jamming them together, then clearing her throat. )

FRISKY D: -- anyhoo, we might not seem like the ideal team on paper compared to that. When this ends I’m gonna be back in the field of everyone out there who all want what you’ve got and we just got done beating the hell out of each other. But I figure, we had to learn something about how each other work going against each other. So we can use that, and um, guess this is just me saying woman to man I’m totally on board for whatever we need to do out there.

Cassius looks Frisky up and down a few moments, hand stroking his chin as he does so. He circles around her, appraising her from every angle, almost like a rancher checking a horse at auction. He smiles broadly as he comes to a conclusion.)

CASSIUS REED: Very well. The Iron King grants you this boon. Together we will conquer the Kaiserwiczes. FUNKY C AND FRISKY D, SIDE BY SIDE, DOING THE FUNKY VICTORY STUFF! IT’S A ROYAL DECREE.

(Frisky looks a little surprised by Cassius’ sudden exuberance, with a hint that maybe, just maybe, she’s suddenly regretting this course of action as Cassius turns up the Funk, and starts to strut around his private locker room, getting ready for their match. Cut to ringside.)

 

MAIN EVENT

Cassius Reed(c) and Frisky D. vs. Anastasia Starling(c) and Sophie El

(Right at the bell this match explodes as Anastasia calls out for Cassius to start for his side. The Iron King scoffs at her demands but when Frisky goes to move towards her he taps her shoulder and indicates the apron. Frisky shrugs and clearly wonders if this is where the FUNKY part of the team strategy comes into play. Ana cocks her head to the side as Cassius approaches her, she is on her toes ready to fight and clearly waiting for his first attack. He does some fancy boxing-style footwork, dazzling the crowd but as he starts in towards Ana and she prepares to attack or counter he suddenly grins wickedly and zips past the agile Clockwork Songbird to the ropes, rebounds and as she sets up for a backbody drop he leapfrogs over her and ...goes to his corner and tags in Frisky D! Ana whips around to prepare for a likely dropkick, sees what has happened and fumes as Cassius taps the side of his head with a knowing wink.)

Alpine: That’s kind of a dick move, isn’t it Rodz?

Rodz: Are you kidding me? That’s incredibly smart of our Rebirth Champion. He knows Ana wants to fight him, he knows the fans want to see it, and he’s making them work for it!

(Ana stamps her feet but gladly engages Frisky D. Anastasia keeps her on the back foot for most of their first exchanges, even getting a two count off of a one handed swinging neckbreaker, but as they got in close to the ropes Frisky surprises her with an open hand chop and as Ana reels she hits her with a triangle springboard arm drag! She peppers Starling with a series of clubbing blows but the Songbird endures, the pair shoot the ropes and Ana is a hair faster, catching Frisky with a Big Top Blockbuster! The flipping neckbreaker has real force and both women slide along the canvas towards their corners. Sophie reaches down with languid grace and taps her wife on the shoulder, entering as legal for the first time in the match. Frisky hits the mat with a fist, feeling as if she could have come out of this exchange better, but accepts the tag from Cassius.)

Alpine: WOW. That was some quality wrestling from our Rising Phoenix Champion and the impressing the heck out of me Frisky D.

Rodz: You did that on purpose just so it would rhyme.

(Sophie seems almost cautious as she circles the Rebirth Champion, while Cassius does the stick-and-move, delivering hard jabs to Sophie’s ribs as he darts in and out. After a few passes of this however, something clicks in Sophie and she goes in hard on Cassius! He weathers the initial assault and punches her on the point of her chin, the jab dropping her as he scrambles up for a moonsault, only to find Sophie was ready with her Red Javelin! The Koppu kick on target still gains Sophie only a two as the resilient Iron King rolls up the shoulder! With her strength she gets Cassius to his feet, shoving him back towards the ropes but unfortunately this leaves her open for SWEET CHRISTMAS! Cassius catches her with a rope-assisted Sunset Flip Powerbomb as the fans go nuts! He goes to cover but the referee waves off the count as Sophie’s foot is on the ropes! Cassius shakes his head and starts to rise when in comes Ana with the Songbird’s Flight, the Phoenix Splash smashing him to the mat! The referee gives Starling a stern warning, telling her to exit the ring immediately as she levers up to her feet and holds up her hands innocently!)

Alpine: Jesus the height she got on that thing.

Rodz: Doesn’t matter, Sophie is still legal and there we have Cassius tagging in Frisky D, smart move on the part of the Rebirth Champion, he needs to take that breather after that impact… OH NO FRISKY LOOK OUT!

(Frisky D advances towards where Ana and the referee are talking, he gets her to start walking towards her side and out of nowhere Sophie comes in and hits Split The Sky!! The Discus Big Boot catches Frisky D before she can react and Sophie drops and covers quickly, the referee hastily sliding into place!)

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WINNERS: ANASTASIA STARLING & SOPHIE EL via PINFALL @ 13 minutes, 52 seconds.

("Machine Gun" by Portishead plays as Sophie rolls up off of Frisky D. The referee stands as Ana reenters the ring and moves towards them but something about Frisky laying there and then sitting up incites volatility in the languid yet explosive Sophie and she begins to attack her with kicks and knees even as Ana’s eyes get wide and she moves forward. Cassius Reed advances up behind Anastasia with the pure intent of getting her to deal with Sophie as the match is done, but the second Starling feels the tap on her shoulder she anticipates an attack and swings a back elbow right into Cassius’ nose! Blood spurts and there’s a loud OH HELL NAW as he grabs her and swings her bodily around and tells her to calm the funk down, whereupon she pushes him and they start to scuffle, Cassius backhands her in repayment for his bloodied nose but before the two can really start swinging men in black security style shirts swarm the ring and separate the Rebirth Champion from the Rising Phoenix Champion and five of them manage to pull Sophie off of Frisky who has finally started fighting back! Insults are traded rapid fire back and forth as the security guards keep all four separated, the final image on fade is of the four giving each other hard glares before the PW logo comes up.)