Post by Project: Honor on Nov 25, 2021 23:12:12 GMT -5
Our scene opens in the center of Whalan, Minnesota. The sun has set and there is still some snow on the ground from a small snow shower the night before. Clouds hang around some of the sky, threatening to add more snow to the accumulation. On a specially-made platform surrounded by lights and other electronics...we see Arik Holt, Fallout General Manager, standing there...not in his usual suit...but in a pair of black pants and red hoodie. A microphone in his hand, fans can be seen behind him. He raises his hand and brings the microphone to his lips as the fans quiet down their own discussions, but begin to boo down upon the unliked Holt.
ARIK HOLT: Hello, friends...family...and fans of Fallout.
FANS: PURGE-THEM-ALL! PURGE-THEM-ALL! PURGE-THEM-ALL!
ARIK HOLT: Tonight, we break ground by not only hosting Fallout’s second annual Purge...but by hosting Project: Honor’s LARGEST match in history. You see, DeMarco had the Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal...where the fourteen little flowers lightly tossed each other over the ropes. Then three months after that, Indy Darling stepped all over that when he opened up his Opportunity Knocks Battle Royal and got twenty competitors to participate.
FANS: IN-DY-DAR-LING! *Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap* IN-DY-DAR-LING! *Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap*
ARIK HOLT: But again, one by one...as not to break a nail...they threw each other over the top ropes. Eventually Cadillac Jackson stood victorious...but how much did he prove? What did he show us? How to push Dickie from behind? How to be the hide-and-go-seek champion? How to get SOOOO much push...only to waste it? Only to have it slip through your hands? How...to...fucking...choke?
FANS: BOOOOO!!!
ARIK HOLT: But tonight? TONIGHT...someone will prove to Fallout, to Proving Ground, to Project: Honor...to the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD...that they will do anything...ANYTHING...to win. And we aren’t dealing with numbers in the teens. We aren’t dealing with numbers in the twenties. Hell, rumor has it that Proving Ground’s participant count in tomorrow’s Black Friday show is in the thirties...WE ARE WAY PAST THAT!!!
Arik smirks as he turns and looks at the fans surrounding the stage.
ARIK HOLT: In this small...little town...in the middle of nowhere...where the biggest attraction you have is a two-star hotel and something called the ‘Stand Still Parade’...we will be bringing you chaos...we will be bringing you destruction...and we will be bringing such unbridled horror, that honestly...I don’t know how AMC is going to get it past the censors. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON’T FUCKING CARE!!!
The fans, clearly only excited at what is about to start...begin to cheer.
ARIK HOLT: So as most of you wonderful people know...the purge horn will sound off and all sixty-plus participants will go APE shit and EVERYTHING is legal. They will eliminate each other one by one, by pinfall, submission, murder...anything goes. And surrounding the area here, are ten LARGE screen televisions that you can watch every individual wrestler on. So we will get to see them get picked off one-by-one. All the while…
Arik reaches into the front pocket of his pants and pulls out four silver coins. One with a P on it, one with an N on it, one with an A on it, and one with a G on it.
ARIK HOLT: ...they will also be looking for these little trinkets. With four of each one...just find one of these bad boys and you will be automatically entered into the Fan Voting for a match at Wired Consequences. Of course the letters match up with the titles...Prime, Noble, Ascension, Gatekeeper. Now the fans will choose which of the four people who find each specific title coin, will face the Champion...OR...they can even choose to have all FOUR of you face the Champ.
Arik closes his hand with a clinking noise as the coins hit each other, then shoves them back into his pocket.
ARIK HOLT: Then after all of this that is going on...after almost everyone is gone and eliminated...when there are two left? They will find their way down to the center of town here and step into the ring…
The camera’s cut over to the ring as it is suddenly lit up, located at the intersection of 2nd Street and Main Street. Extending up from two of the turnbuckles are posts that are twenty feet above the ring itself, a wire connecting them both. Hanging off the wire is a green-tinted metal briefcase. But that isn’t why the fans are cheering. Sitting on the top of a ladder, is Proving Ground’s own, former Grand Champion, and winner of the first Purge Match...Mark Hunter.
MARK HUNTER: That is when they will enter into the ring and attempt to be the FIRST one up the metal pipes...across this wire...
Mark picks at the wire, it giving off a soft metal hum as it vibrates.
MARK HUNTER: ...and to this wonderful, yet horribly colored, Universal Briefcase.
Mark turns sideways on the top of the ladder, placing his hand on the briefcase’s side.
MARK HUNTER: As where last year, I had to choose one of three suitcases...and I didn’t know the contents to start out...all the participants tonight know that in this suitcase...are three metal keycards. In true Fallout fashion...they are nuclear keycards. For what, you ask? For the Prime Championship, Noble Championship, and Ascension Championship. It was the same thing Lesley Adora won after the Dead By Daylight match. But word has it, some jealous motherf’er took him out and he is going to be out for some time.
Mark Hunter looks up towards the stage, a sly smirk on his face as an ‘F-you’ to Arik Holt.
MARK HUNTER: But the winner who gets these cards...will be able to turn them in, whenever they want, to make the Champion defend their title against them. Prime Champion just was in a GRUELLING battle where they may have damaged their knee? Come down and turn in your Prime Key...BAM...instant Prime Championship Match. Noble Champion passed out after defending their title? Run down to the ring, turn in your Noble Key...BOOM...another Noble Championship Match. Ascension Champ is taking a nap? Turn in your key...SHAZAM...Ascension Championship Match. It’s as easy-
As Mark Hunter continues...someone slides into the ring unbeknownst to him. Dressed in all black, with a green purge mask on. In a mad sprint, they run up the opposite side of the ladder. Hunter stands up, but the person slips behind him, hooks his arms...and lifts him upside down onto their back.
KAYDEN ELLIS: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT AND WHAT ARE THEY DOING???
The masked individual jumps off the ladder and comes crashing down twenty-feet below onto the mat, hitting a NASTY vertebreaker. Mark Hunter slumps over onto his side as the masked person stands up.
ALARA ADAMS: Wait...I know that move. I’ve seen it before. It’s…’The One Who-
The person removes their Purge mask before Alara could finish her sentence.
KAYDEN ELLIS: IT’S MATTHEW KNOX!!! HOLY SHIT!!! We haven’t seen him since The Crowning, back in February. Last year during the first Purge, Hunter pinned Knox to win it. And now things have come full circle!!!
Medics rush down to the ring, to check on Mark as Knox points over to Arik Holt...who has a wicked smile on his face...then raises his arms into the air, before exiting the ring.
ARIK HOLT: And with that...let’s start the chaos.
The camera’s all focus on one of the large televisions surrounding the ring. The song “The Purge” by We Are The Flesh begins to play.
SONG ANNOUNCER: American streets will be running red tonight, as citizens participate in the annual Purge and release the beast…
An emergency tone interrupts the announcer as an image of last year’s Purge appears on the screen, in St. Elmo, Colorado.
♫This is not a test. This is the emergency broadcast system, announcing the commencement of the annual purge, sanctioned by the US Government. Any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for the twelve continuous hours. Protect the rich, kill the poor. And bless be our new Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn.♫
We start to see images of last year’s Purge...starting with a person in a green purge mask cracking Dagvald Riddik in the side of the head with a baseball bat.
♫Release the Beast,
Release the Beast,
Release the Beast♫
The scene continues to show Dagvald get his legs swiped out from under him, landing hard on the ground.
♫Release the Beast,
Release the Beast,
Release the Beast,♫
Dagvald is up on all fours, before getting a bicycle punt kick to the side of the head.
Release the Beast (Cleanse),
Release the Beast (Cleanse),
Release the Beast (Cleanse),
Release the Beast (Cleanse),
RELEASE THE BEAST AS THE BLOOD FILLS THE STREETS, FUCK!!!♫
Our scene changes to show Eli Atlas hitting a ‘Carto-Catastrophe’ (Powerbomb) on Seth Blackheart, through the front window of the St. Elmo Mercantile Building.
♫It's my right to be as violent as I wanna be
I get to kill every motherfucker that is less than me♫
Another shot from last year’s Purge, shows Mark Hunter superkicking Eli Atlas off the top of a ladder that is up against a building. Eli falls fifteen feet to the ground below.
♫Blessed be our new founding fathers and America
A nation reborn♫
Mark Hunter follows it up with a ‘Zero Gravity’ (Shooting Star Press) off the top of the building, onto the injured Eli Atlas.
♫May god piss on you all
This is what we present to the one percent you must…♫
Cut to show Dex Griffin hit an ‘End Of The World’ (Reverse Spin Scoop Slam) onto Josiah Andrew Scott, crashing him through a fence and ultimately impaling him with a piece of wood from the fence.
♫LET US PURGE!♫
Dex picks Josiah up and rips the giant splinter from Josiah’s back.
♫God has no face
Tonight every citizen gets put in their place♫
Next up, we see Victoria Nash Strader help Arik Holt up to his feet, before planting him with a ‘Blackened’ (Sister Abigail facebuster).
♫Release the beast all the hatred aggression inside me
There's no harmony...just class and race♫
Followed up by a shot a few seconds later, with Matthew Knox hitting ‘The Murder’ (Vertebreaker) on Victoria, onto a two-by-four.
♫Yeah and we're all here to fucking burn it down♫
We shift to another scene, showing four masked individuals removing their masks to reveal Christian DeMarco, Jacob Steele, Red Riot, and Maverick...before they move and Dex Griffin comes flying through them and spears Mark Hunter through one of the large television monitors.
♫Now this is not about wrong or right
It's about killing everyone that I hate tonight♫
Within seconds Matthew Knox is seen latching onto Dex Griffin from behind with ‘The Mercy’ (Katahajime).
♫This ain't black, white, or brown lives matter
Tonight no lives matter.♫
Final cut, as we see Mark Hunter and Matthew Knox handing from the wire above the ring. Knox is holding on by his legs as he tries to untie a briefcase. Hunter grabs Knox with his legs and both men fall as Hunter hits Knox with a ‘Mercy Killer’ (Cradle Piledriver) through the ring...fifteen feet below.
♫American rage has given birth…
to a system that defines you by your net worth♫
Mark Hunter climbs out of the hole in the ring, as the wire and metal had collapsed already, dropping the briefcases onto the mat. He grabs one and holds it tightly to his chest.
♫God is listening God is for sale
In a country where murder is too big to fail♫
The music ends and the scene quickly cuts to the Fallout logo.
We cut to a baseball diamond, just off of Bench Street. There are no lights on to illuminate the diamond, but there is a metal barrel standing in the pitcher’s mound, with a freshly built fire in it. We see a familiar face run up to it and hold his hands over the fire, Jordan Bishop.
JORDAN BISHOP: It’s colder than a witches tit, out here! I know I agreed to come back for this Purge match, but who the fuck has a match outside when it’s in the teens? Most of these wrestlers don’t wear that many clothes and the ones that do, wear thin stuff so we can move around better. Fuuuuck!
Jordan hustles closer to the fire, his arms have visible goosebumps from the chill in the air...but sweat can be seen beading up on his forehead. A squeaking noise catches Bishop off guard as he turns, with his fists up, ready to fight.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: EASY friend. I mean you no harm.
Percival Burque, off of the Proving Ground brand, steps out of the shadows and motions towards the fire.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: Papercut was feeling kind of chilly and we saw the fire. I figured it would be no harm to get warmed up a little and then head out into the match.
JORDAN BISHOP: Papercut?
Percival motions with his head, towards his shoulder. Jordan’s eyes gravitate to it as Papercut steps out of the shadow of Percival’s head, the fire shining brightly in his little beady eyes. Jordan jumps back slightly.
JORDAN BISHOP: What the FUCK? A rat? You nasty as hell.
Percival’s mouth drops slightly as he reaches up with his opposite hand and covers Papercut's ears.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: How DARE you! Papercut has feelings too, you know.
JORDAN BISHOP: I couldn’t give two fucks what a rat has. They be gettin’ a two-piece and a biscuit if they get too close to me.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: Sir, if you come anywhere NEAR Papercut, I will be forced to-
Before Percival could finish his sentence, the sound of boots hitting the ground could be heard coming up on them quickly and made him stop and turn around. He moves out of the way just in time to see Julius Fairweather appear out of the shadows. Bishop looks up, just to eat the bottom of Julius’ shoe after Julius unleashed a running Royale With Cheese.
JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Remember me, motherfucker? The motherfucker you talked all that smack about...then handed you your motherfucking teeth at Guts, Gold, and Glory back in July.
Jordan, who was knocked to the ground, begins to stir. He rubs his jaw, obviously in pain from the attack.
JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You just gonna fucking lay there like a little bitch or are you going to get up and fight this time?
Percival slinks off into the shadows as Fairweather stands over Bishop.
JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Typical pussy motherfucker. All talk, no motherfucking action.
Julius turns and starts to walk away.
JORDAN BISHOP: Typical of you, my brother. You couldn’t finish the job when it came to Drago...you couldn’t finish the job when it came to Syndicate...couldn’t finish the job when it came to Havoc...and now you cant finish the job when it comes to me.
Having stopped to listen to Jordan’s rebuttal, Julius turns around and walks back to the fallen former member of Fallout.
JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: So you want to fucking wait until I turn my back, to talk? Listen here, I ain’t your motherfucking brother. And Jordan...welcome to the motherfucking purge.
With a vicious roundhouse, Julius kicks the side of the fire barrel...knocking it over onto the fallen Jordan Bishop. Bishop cries out in pain as the live fire bites at his skin and lights his shirt ablaze. Rolling around in the sand on the baseball diamond puts out the fire, but also gets sand into his newly burnt skin...causing further pain and discomfort.
JORDAN BISHOP: YOU BURNED ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!
Jordan stops rolling and gets up onto his knees. Ripping off his burnt shirt, he holds his arms out in pain...trying not to let anything touch his injured skin.
JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You lucky that’s all I did, motherfucker.
Julius reaches down and grabs one of the long pieces of wood that were in the fire. Grabbing the side that is not engulfed in flames, he deals with the heat as he pulls it back and swings with all his might...catching Jordan in the side of the head...knocking him out cold. With rage and force, he slams the wood to the ground before going over and kicking Bishop onto his back. A look of disgust on his face as blisters are quickly forming on Jordan’s body, Julius put his foot on the fallen Bishop’s chest.
A ref quickly shoots out of the darkness, dropping to the ground near Jordan Bishop.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
JORDAN BISHOP IS ELIMINATED!!!
Our camera’s cut to the Gator Greens Mini Golf course. We find ourselves already in action, as Yelich is already moaning and holding his stomach, laying on the ground. Just a few feet away from him, TJ Thompson can be seen holding Pandalike in a headlock, using a golf club against his throat. After a few seconds, TJ lets go of the hold and Pandalike falls onto his hands and knees, gasping for air.
ALARA ADAMS: Hey, our first chance to watch a Proving Ground member in action, during the Purge.
KAYDEN ELLIS: He must feel a little lonely, with Lil’ Petey neglecting to come out and party with us tonight.
ALARA ADAMS: That boy has a bright blue-haired reason not to be here.
TJ grips the golf club tightly, looking at Pandalike trying to scoot forward away from him. TJ lifts the club into the air, with every intention of bringing it down onto Panda...but suddenly Yelich comes slamming into TJ from the side...causing him to fall to the ground and dropping the club. Yelich, ecstatic that he possibly just saved Panda from a terrible headache, raises his arms into the air...his cape flapping in the wind. But before he can cheer for himself out loud, a baseball bat covered in what appeared to be small crystals, cracks him in the side of the face...causing blood and a few teeth to come flying out of his mouth.
KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY SHIT!
As the camera zooms out, we see that they weren’t crystals...but actually rock candy. Standing there and pulling the bat back for another swing, is Savannah Sunshine. Yelich begins to turn his head, only to get cracked in the jaw with the bat again. But this time, one of the pointy rock candy’s had pierced his cheek, leaving a large hole in the side of his face.
ALARA ADAMS: Oh, this is getting good.
Yelich feels the hole and let’s out an ear piercing scream, right before Savannah brings the bat crashing down onto the crown of his head...causing her bat to crack in half in the process. With his eyes rolled into the back of his head, Yelich drops to the ground. Ignoring for a moment that Yelich was down, Savannah looks at her bat as the top piece hangs onto the bottom piece by only a few splinters.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: FUDGE!!! This was my favorite bat!
Letting out a huff of disapproval, Savannah slams the bat down onto the ground before dropping onto Yelich for the pin. A ref comes sliding into view.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
YELICH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Savannah stands up and is met face to face by TJ Thompson.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Listen, I know this is supposed to be a singles-type match...but with as many people that are out there, plus True Society running around this bish...some of us are going to have to ally-up for a little bit.
Savannah offers her right hand for a handshake, only for TJ to pull back his golf club and swing it...striking Pandalike who was slowly advancing on Savannah. The head of the club strikes Pandalike in the temple, causing him to spin and drop to the ground. But it was the force that did the most damage, as Panda’s head was slightly indented where he was hit and his left eye had partially bulged out of the socket.
TJ THOMPSON: Yo, it would be my pleasure to side with the Candyland Queen. But lemme handle some business right quick.
TJ walks over and turns Panda onto his back, before placing one hand on the unconscious Pandalike’s chest.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
PANDALIKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
We cut over to Arik Holt, sitting in a cushioned metal chair...his eyes darting back and forth over the monitors, as a scowl forms on his lips. Chadwick Bundy, the Director of Weapons Placement, kneels down next to him.
CHADWICK BUNDY: You called for me, Boss?
ARIK HOLT: I’m confused about something, Chadwick.
CHADWICK BUNDY: What’s that, Boss?
ARIK HOLT: Each individual wrestler that is participating in this, has a camera and cameraman assigned to them...correct?
CHADWICK BUNDY: Yes, sir.
ARIK HOLT: And when you and I did our walk through of the town a week or so ago, I told you where I quote-on-quote randomly wanted people to be placed...did I not?
CHADWICK BUNDY: Yes, sir. I have everything documented in my notes for the show.
ARIK HOLT: Then tell me, Chad. Why am I not seeing any of these camera’s catch more than one member of True Society? Why do I not see them ripping people apart like a pack of wolves already?
CHADWICK BUNDY: Well...sir...before the show, we were given a new placement for a lot of people, including every one of True Society.
Arik seems taken back by this, turning to look at Chadwick.
ARIK HOLT: Wait...so the way I ordered my Society members to be placed was changed?
CHADWICK BUNDY: Yes, sir.
ARIK HOLT: Who the fuck did tha-
ROCK JOHNSON: HEY, ARNOLD!!!
The vein in Arik’s bald head pops out as grits his teeth. Rock Johnson, the Project: Honor owner, walks onto the stage behind him.
ARIK HOLT: ...fucking...Rock...Johnson…
Chadwick stands up and quickly scampers off as Arik’s scowl quickly turns to a condescending smile. He turns and looks at Rock as he gets closer.
ARIK HOLT: Well LOOK who finally made it to Whalan.
ROCK JOHNSON: Yeah and what an adventure. My limo never showed up and when I ordered an Uber, those idiots had no idea where Whalan even was, let alone how to get to it.
He sits down in a chair to Arik’s right.
ARIK HOLT: So, how did you get here?
ROCK JOHNSON: I rented a car and drove my own happy ass to this bumfuck-egypt of a town.
ARIK HOLT: Oh...so then you might have to leave a bit early, just to get back in time to rest for tomorrow’s Black Friday match at M-O-A, right?
ROCK JOHNSON: Hell, no. Last year’s Purge Match won match of the year for Season One and I am NOT going to miss a second of it this year. So I’m going to sit right here next to my buddy Anthony, and take it all in.
Closing his eyes and trying to calm himself down, Arik takes a deep breath.
ARIK HOLT: Well, sir, if you will excuse me...I need to get myself a beer or something. I did a lot of talking earlier and I’m feeling kinda parched.
Trying not to snap, Arik stands up and begins to walk away.
ROCK JOHNSON: Oh, you know what? A beer sounds delicious. Can you grab me one on your way back? Thanks, Andrew.
Arik stops dead in his tracks and the look on his face makes you feel as if his world just shattered around him. He slowly turns his head and looks at the owner.
ARIK HOLT: What...what did you just call me?
ROCK JOHNSON: I called you by your name.
The air in Arik’s lungs suddenly exits his lips as the rage begins to build inside of him.
ROCK JOHNSON: You okay, Antwon? You’re looking kind of green?
Suddenly realizing it was one of Rock Johnson’s normal name mishaps, Arik let out a sigh of relief.
ARIK HOLT: Yep. Just...uh...trying to think of what I wanted exactly. I’ll be right back.
ROCK JOHNSON: Sounds good. OH...and maybe grab me some nachos too, while you’re at it.
Without turning to acknowledge him, Arik just continues walking away from the stage.
ROCK JOHNSON: AND DON’T FORGET THE JALAPENOS!!!
Back to the in field action we see Zack Tyler walking along the Root River State Trail, just starting to cross over Deep River Road. The crisp air and cold in the night have him rubbing his hands together, not to generate heat...but to try to rub away the arthritis pain he has in left hand from when Drago Santiago broke all of his fingers.
ZACK TYLER: Stupid Santiago. He is lucky his bitch ass isn’t here anymore, otherwise the Left Hand would have made a MOCKERY of him.
Zack keeps looking back and forth in front of him, making sure he isn’t caught off guard.
ZACK TYLER: I’m going to win this Purge and the Left Hand is going to rise up from the ashes of the burnt out husk of Fall-
Zack stops talking and walking, pivoting his head to the side. A throwing knife flies through the air and pierces his left leg, embedding itself in his calf.
ZACK TYLER: SON OF A BITCH!!!
Another knife comes flying in, catching him in the right shoulder.
ZACK TYLER: AH!!!
Zack starts limping away as he reaches over his shoulder with his left hand, with the intent to grab the knife that is just inches from grinding against his shoulder blade. But just as he starts to reach...a third knife comes flying in and pierces straight through his left hand. Zach stops and lets out an ear-piercing yell when a lantern emerges from the woods behind him. It and the person holding it, quickly advances towards him...and it isn’t too long before we can see it is Billy Bennett. She sets the lantern down and fishes something out of her pocket...before pulling out a wire-cord and lunging at Zach. With the cord wrapped around Tyler’s neck, he fights to try to get her off...but with three knives in his body, it is hard to fight back too much.
BILLY BENNETT: Ain’t no escapin’ the mess you in, boy.
Billy pulls tighter as Zach drops to his knees, blood starting to run down his neck from the point of contact as the wire begins to dig in. Zach attempts to reach up towards Billy with his right hand, with the intention of grabbing her hair...but Billy moves slightly and lunges forward with her head...biting down hard on Zach’s hand. Zach let’s out a loud yell as Billy pulls away, taking a huge chunk out of the side of palm. With blood all over her lips, she spits the chunk of human flesh out onto the ground.
BILLY BENNETT: I’m suggestin’ you just take this like a man and take a nice lil’ nap on the ground, before I have to dig...DEEPER.
Billy pulls back harder, cutting the cord deeper into Zach’s neck. With the visual of Zach’s face starting to turn blue and the odd noises he was making, it was obviously cutting off his airway. Within seconds, Zach stopped fighting back and then just stopped moving.
Billy let go of the cord and stood to her feet, pushing Zach onto the ground, face first. A ref ran in and began to check on Zach, before making the ‘X’ sign across his chest with his arms.
ZACH TYLER IS ELIMINATED!!!
Billy reaches down and begins to pull her knives out of Zack as we cut away…
...to find ourselves in the cemetery behind the Whalan Lutheran Church. We see Terry Savage looking around, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and an open beer can sitting on top of a headstone. Just a few feet away, is a metal barrel with a fire in it.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: Excuse me?
Terry Savage whips around quickly, his fists up ready to fight. Ratman is slowly inching out of the darkness.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: We don’t mean you any harm. We are just cold and want to share some of the warmth from that fire. I didn’t expect it to be this cold and we’re not used to fighting outside in the first place.
TERRY SAVAGE: What do you mean by ‘we’?
PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh...no worries, my friend. It’s just me and Papercut.
TERRY SAVAGE: Paper-who?
PERCIVAL BURQUE: Papercut!
Percival gets close enough to the fire that Papercut can now be seen standing on his shoulder. Papercut bows his head slightly at Terry, who just shrugs his shoulders.
TERRY SAVAGE: As long as the little fucker doesn’t drink any of my beer, we’re good.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: Excellent.
Just as Percival and Papercut start to walk towards the barrel, a gun shot rings out. Milliseconds later, Terry’s beer can goes flying off of the headstone. Both Percival and Papercut duck down behind the barrel, with Terry Savage turning to look at the spot his beer can was.
TERRY SAVAGE: Fuck!
A second shot rings out, Terry’s cigarette shattering while still resting on his lips.
TERRY SAVAGE: Son-of-a-BITCH! That was my last cigarette! Maybe when we bust into the Whalan Depot, I can take a couple packs.
MICHAEL BISHOP: All you’re taking is a body bag out of this shithole!
Terry looks up, just in time to see Michael Bishop charge at him out of the darkness. With no time to really run, Terry catches a spear from The Dreadknight, both of them busting through the tombstone Michael had shot Terry’s can off of.
ALARA ADAMS: Jesus, look at that piece of man-meat!
Michael sits up, still partially on top of Terry...but Terry is a little slow in his movements. By the time he opens his eyes, Bishop has a large chunk of the tombstone held above his head. And with a sickening thud, The Dreadknight brings the chunk down onto Terry’s face. A few more times for reassurance, the rock becomes bloodier and bloodier every time it is lifted up. Bishop places both hands on the chest of motionless and now disfigured Terry Savage, a referee sliding into view.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
TERRY SAVAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
MICHAEL BISHOP: Now I know there were two of you here.
Bishop stands to his feet and pulls the Makarov back out. He turns and aims it at the fire barrel, letting two shots ring out in the night. There is no cry out in pain. There is no whimpering. Just the crackling of the fire.
MICHAEL BISHOP: Damn…
Michael walks over and looks around the barrel, but doesn’t see anyone.
MICHAEL BISHOP: ...must have gotten away. That’s okay, though. I’ll find ‘em.
We cut away from The Dreadknight, to find ourselves back at the Gator Greens Mini Golf course. Artemis Shepherd slowly walks out from behind the booth where you get your equipment, looking around to see if he is alone or not. He is so distracted by looking around, that he doesn’t notice the bodies of Pandalike and Yelich. He slips on a pool of blood and lands on their cold bodies, letting out a scream like a little girl.
ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPANED HERE? Yelich? Panda?
Artemis pokes them both...but gets no movement from either of them. He quickly gets to his feet, staring down at the motionless bodies of the former Fallout members.
ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: To hell with this. I was all for the Dead By Daylight theme...but this is too mu-
Artemis is interrupted by the sound of Alyssa Grace kicking open the door from the ticket booth and stepping out onto the course with a light tube from inside the booth. She looks at a coin she found in the booth that has the letter ‘N’ etched into it...and shoves it into her pocket. Without a word, Alyssa charges forward at the stunned Artemis...and smashes the tub over his head. Blood instantly gushing out of a gash on his scalp, Artemis rubs at his eyes...trying to unblind himself from the glass and mercury vapor from inside the tube.
ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: STOP! PLEASE!
Staying silent, Alyssa drops the broken tube knees Shepherd in the gut...causing him to double over. She wraps her arm around his neck...runs up the side of the ticket booth...AND COMES DOWN WITH A HUGE TORNADO DDT ONTO THE GLASS TUBE!!!
KAYDEN ELLIS: Add ANOTHER body to the pile as Alyssa Grace plants Artemis with the Irish Incendiary!!!
Alyssa hooks the leg of the bloody-faced ‘Ruler’ and leans back as a ref comes in off camera.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
ARTEMIS SHEPHERD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Cutting away from the golf course, we find ourselves somewhere in the wooded area slightly above Everyday Road. We see Valkyrie sitting in the light of the moon, kneeling down on the ground before an area where it seems she has cleared away any brush. She places down a small cup, pulling a flask out and filling it half-way with a dark liquid.
VALKYRIE: Lord Odinn, far wanderer and wisest of all the gods, grant me wisdom, courage, and victory in my travels.
Valkyrie takes a swig of her own flask, before closing it back up, standing to her feet and stuffing it back in her pocket.
ARIK HOLT: I may not be Lord Odinn, but I’ll do in a pinch.
Valkyrie whips around, an axe in her hand.
VALKYRIE: Arik...you should be more careful. A less skillful hunter would have had no hesitation to put this axe between your beady eyes.
ARIK HOLT: I trust myself, with you.
VALKYRIE: While I’m not sure I understand your intentions a lot...it is much appreciated.
ARIK HOLT: So, have you seen any of the other True Society members?
VALKYRIE: Not yet. Have you?
ARIK HOLT: Old members, new members...I’ve seen a couple. But in all due time, my friend. I had a feeling you would gravitate towards this area...so I brought a gift with me.
Without another word, Arik yanks on a rope he was dragging along with his left hand, a beaten and battered Heathen Jones steps out of the darkness, with his hands tied together and handkerchief over his eyes.
VALKYRIE: And what should I do with this?
ARIK HOLT: Well, it’s not too often that you can have a little bit of fun with the language of your ancestors...is it?
Valkyrie gives Arik an odd look as he pulls out a small remote and hits a button. Suddenly behind him, two large lights flicker on and reveal a crude structure made from wood and rope. Valkyrie’s eyes light up as her look of confusion turns to one of blood lust.
ARIK HOLT: Now show these people how a REAL Viking takes care of their enemies!
Arik hands Valkyrie the rope that Heathen is tied to, then starts to walk away. She wraps the rope around her arm over and over, pulling Heathen closer and closer to her, until he is just a breath away.
VALKYRIE: Your death shall not be in vain, Heathen. It shall be a message to all those who oppose me.
Quickly, Valkyrie leads Heathen to a tree and ties the rope around it and more around his hands...so that he is unable to step away from the position of hugging the tree with his arms.
VALKYRIE: In the name of Odinn…
Valkyrie grips her axe tightly and brings it down hard onto Heathen’s back, in between his shoulder blades. Before the scene can continue…
...we slowly fade to see Earl Boyde sitting under the pavilion at Whalan Park, at the corner of Oak Street and 3rd Avenue. With a beer in his hand and the Gatekeeper Championship over his shoulder, he is flipping a coin he found on the bench with the letter ‘A’ etched into it. Earl’s head also seems to be on a swivel as he continuously looks around...but is longingly as comfortable as he can on a picnic table.
EARL BOYDE: Hey Boy, you know what? This is getting kinda boring just sitting here.
Earl chugs the rest of his beer and crushes it on his forehead, before tossing the empty can towards a trash bin...but missing horribly. The can clattering off the ground masks the noise of Earl standing to his feet and letting out a loud belch as he stretches.
EARL BOYDE: Hey Boy, it’s time for me to find someone to pin...so I can secure thi-
Before Earl could finish, someone swung down off the top of the pavilion and landed a dropkick square into the chest of the Gatekeeper Champion. Earl stumbled back and crashed into the picnic table, before his attacker lunged forward and leveled him with a clothesline...causing Boyde to go flying over the table and onto the ground.
ALARA ADAMS: Who is that? They haven’t gotten out of the shadows of the pavilion to really notice…
The attacker climbs up onto the table...and jumps…
KAYDEN ELLIS: DIVING ELBOW DROP!!! The attacker hooks Earl’s leg!!! A ref slides into view...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
EARL BOYDE IS ELIMINATED!!!
The ref stands to his feet, grabbing the Gatekeeper Championship from Earl Boyde and hands it to the new Champ.
CLARA OLSON: And your NEW PROJECT: HONOR GATEKEEPER CHAMPION…
The attacker steps out of the shadows, finally. A street light shines down brightly onto him and his new Championship Title.
CLARA OLSON: ...ANGELO CAAAIIIITTOOOO!!!
Angelo smirks as he looks back at Earl Boyde, before putting all of his attention on the Gatekeeper Championship belt.
Our scene cuts to the open area near the Whalan Depot, where we see Aaron Frederick Hudson and Kyuubi, the team once known as Insidious, slowly walking through the field. Suddenly Kyuubi stops and lets out a scream, grabbing at her foot.
AFH: What was that about?
KYUUBI: I...stepped on something.
With a hard yank, Kyuubi pulls a galvanized mending plate from the bottom of her shoe.
AFH: What the hell is that?
KYUUBI: It’s one of those things that they use to build houses with.
AFH: Well, just be more careful. And watch where you are wa-SON OF A BITCH!!!
Aaron, who has started slowly walking through the field again, stops walking and hops on one leg as he too rips a mending plate from the bottom of his shoe.
AFH: Who the hell is putting these here?
HAVOC: That is the question.
Both Kyuubi and AFH turn and look to see the Prime Champion, Havoc, standing behind them with his barbed-wire baseball bat. Kyuubi turns to run, but trips and falls...impaling herself with at least four or five more of the mending plates. AFH was not so lucky as Havoc swung his bat around and caught him in the back of the calf...the barbed wire ripping and shredding apart Aaron’s achilles tendon. With a hard thud and muffled scream into the dirt, AFH fell to the ground.
HAVOC: You two haven't been around since before I stepped onto the Project: Honor scene...so no need for introductions. After all, you’re not going to be around long enough.
Havoc lifted his bat into the air and came down hard, with a sickening squish, onto the top of Aaron’s head...rendering the former Tag Contender unconscious. A ref quickly came into view and started checking on AFH as Havoc turned his attention to Kyuubi.
HAVOC: Hello, little flower. It looks like you are in quite a mess there…
Kyuubi cries as she sits there, trying to rip a mending plate from her side with one still at least attached to the side of her face. A devious smile crosses Havoc’s face as he lunges forward and grabs Kyuubi with his bat across her throat...similar to what he did to Julius Fairweather at Bloodbath.
HAVOC: See my dear...this is normally where I would just choke you out...leave a scar or two...but let you live to see another day.
He slowly leans in towards Kyuubi’s ear as she is visibly gasping for air.
HAVOC: ...but this is a special occasion. It’s not everyday I am set free. It’s not everyday that I bear no consequences. I thirst for it…
Havoc pushes himself up and pulls his bat sideways in one motion. Kyuubi drops face first to the ground, making odd gurgling noises as blood drips from Havoc’s bat. The ref that was checking on AFH, now crawls over and checks on Kyuubi, before giving the sign.
KYUUBI AND AARON FEDERICK HUDSON ARE ELIMINATED!!!
We cut back to see Valkyrie pulling on a rope with all her might. The camera slowly pivots around to see what she is doing. We see the grotesque image of Heathen Jones being raised into the air, with his back split open and his ribs broken...to form the gruesome Viking tradition of a blood eagle. The life has looked to already start draining from the face of Jones...as his arms, legs, and back skin are all splayed out.
VALKYRIE: Your sacrifice shall be used as a warning, Jones. You will not have died in vain.
A nearby ref looks up at Heathen and examines him for a moment, before calling it.
HEATHEN JONES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
CLARA OLSON: AND STILL...YOUR ASCENSION CHAMPION...VAAALLLKYYYRRRIIIEEEEE!!!
A rustling noise suddenly catches Valkyrie’s attention to the right and unlike with Arik Holt, she turns and unleashes with her axe. A squishing sound and a cry out in pain, indicates it hit its intended target as Christian DeMicro steps out of the near-by bushes...the axe embedded in his forehead. With one final step, he collapses to the ground.
TOY CAR CADILLAC JACKSON: OH MY GOD!!!
Toy Car Cadillac Jackson and the rest of the Micro Division come running out of the bushes to check on the unanimated Christian DeMicro. They check his pulse, before looking up at Valkyrie.
TOY CAR CADILLAC JACKSON: HE’S DEAD!!!
VALKYRIE: So will all you little fucking little Willow-ass wannabes!!!
Valkyrie lunges forward and grabs Toy Car as the others run off. She lifts him into the air by his hair, before reaching down slightly and ripping her axe from DeMicro. She turns it around and with one crack, caves in Toy Car’s forehead with the top of the axe itself. Tossing Cadillac’s body onto the ground, the ref runs over and checks on the two members of the Micro Division as Valkyrie walks off.
CHRISTIAN DeMICRO AND TOY CAR CADILLAC JACKSON HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
We find ourselves just outside the Cedar Valley Resort...where we see Jason Short walking slowly in the parking lot.
JASON SHORT: Glad we got away from that maniac, Valkyrie. I still can’t believe what she did to Christian and Itsy...fucking cunt!
Jason around a van that is parked in the lot, with the Project: Honor logo on it, and stops dead. In front of him is someone else from the Micro Division...Li’l Rapture. Li’l Rapture tilts his head to the side at Jason Short, his breathing heavy underneath his mask.
JASON SHORT: Hey there, bud. Didn’t know you were scheduled for this show too!
Before Jason could say another word, Li’l Rapture pulled out a pocket knife and stabbed Jason Short multiple times in the chest. Jason lets out an ear piercing scream and with the sound of a pencil hitting the floor, he drops to the ground...blood quickly forming on the ground around him. A ref quickly runs onto the scene as Li’l Rapture takes off running in the shadows.
JASON SHORT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Away from the action, we find ourselves inside a room within the Cedar Valley Resort. The room is pitch black, except for the window that is barely letting in light from outside.
Once again we hear Jason Short’s scream as he is stabbed.
Suddenly we hear a rustling in the bed and the light turns on. Sitting there in bed, is Jason Long.
JASON LONG: What the fuck was that?
Jason looks around, you can obviously tell he was sleeping hard as his eyes still have a glassy look to them and he has a bit of bedhead. Jason grabs his phone and presses the power button to see the time, his eyes opening wide in horror when he sees it.
JASON LONG: SHIT! I OVERSLEPT!!!
Jason jumps out of bed, revealing he is only wearing a pair of boxer shorts with Yung Sauce’s face all over them. He takes off into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door as our scene fades out.
Our next shots are just quick snippets, highlighting some eliminations.
Syndicate dropping Keno onto a piece of plywood covered in barbed wire, with a ‘No Signal’ (Capture Suplex)
KENO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sawyer blasting El Puma in the side of the head with ‘The Howl’ (roundhouse kick to a seated El Puma), his shoe wrapped in razor wire.
EL PUMA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Julius Fairweather flushing Guy’s head in a toilet, before pulling him up...turning him around and breaking that same toilet with ‘The Iniquities of the Selfish’ (Butterfly DDT).
GUY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Noah Hope hiding behind a wood pile, covered in a tarp...scrolling through his phone.
We finally stop cycling through scenes and stop at one where we see Serrano Poblano eying up one of the Thanksgiving Buffet tables set-up around town.
SERRANO POBLANO: HOLY MOTHER OF MARINARA!!! Check out that SPREAD!
The deep fried turkey calls to Serrano. The cranberry sauce sings to him. The garlic mashed potatoes whisper sweet nothings into his nasal cavity.
SERRANO POBLANO: Papa’s feelin’ kinda hungry.
Serrano reaches into his pocket and pulls out a golden fork and a golden spoon, before walking towards the buffet table. Within feet, he is stopped as someone grabs him and spins him around. Standing there is Arthur Pleasant, a sledgehammer in his hands. Arthur opens his mouth to say something, but Serrano lunges forward and stabs Arthur in the eye with his golden fork. Arthur let’s out an unpleasant yell and takes off running, blood running down his face. Serrano watches as Arthur runs away...before slamming into the side of a parked pick-up truck.
SERRANO POBLANO: Lucky I brought a back-up.
Serrano reaches into his pocket and pulls out another golden fork, instantly heading towards the table of food. Meanwhile a ref is already with Arthur, checking him out.
ARTHUR PLEASANT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Douglas Crane continues to work his way through the town and he appears to notice his next victim as he sees a shadow enter the back door of a house.
ALARA ADAMS: Douglas Crane, one of the many new stars here in Project: Honor.
KAYDEN ELLIS: We have seen a lot come and a lot go Alara, is Crane here for the long haul or will he be just another flash in the pan?
Crane quickly makes his way over, jumping the picket fence, ducking but rushing towards the door. Once inside, he comes to the kitchen and looks around trying to see where the person went. He then hears a noise coming from one of the rooms and he slowly makes his way over not before grabbing one of the many kitchen knives available. He works his way down the small hallway and all but one of the doors is closed, so he figures that has to be the one. He leans against the wall opposite the door and then pushes himself off, kicking the door down and rushing in but just as quickly he comes to a stop. The room appears to belong to a little girl as the walls are colored a pastel pink and have all kinds of unicorn stickers and rainbows on them. There toys and dolls scattered about as well as the classic tea set and doll house. The only light in the room is a lightbulb that hangs from the ceiling and is rocking back and forth.
DOUGLAS CRANE: No.
ALARA ADAMS: No?
KAYDEN ELLIS: That would be a HELL NO for me, that’s some creepy shit.
He drops the knife and then brings both of his hands up to his ears and covers them.
DOUGLAS CRANE: No, stop!
He presses on his ears harder, doing his best to keep all noise out but there is no noise, at least not for us. He drops to his knees and fighting against his will, brings his hands down and reaches for one of the many toys on the ground and begins to play with them.
DOUGLAS CRANE: I… said… no!
He seems to fight himself, and after a brief struggle, he throws the toy against the wall and it shatters. He then jumps to his feet, kicks a few of the toys out of the way and then, like a maniac, he rushes towards the window and puts himself right through it, cannonball style!
ALARA ADAMS: Well that’s a first.
KAYDEN ELLIS: Usually you wait for one of your opponents to do that to you, but guessing Crane is bored?
ALARA ADAMS: That’s not the case at all… Clearly there is an inner struggle within Crane.
Our view changes back to the outside where we see Crane standing up, dusting himself off, removing broken pieces of glass and wood from his body.
DOUGLAS CRANE: Nice try, but I am in control, get back in your cell. Now focus, let’s find the next victim.
Crane moves on, jumping the fence, walking down the street and disappearing into the darkness.
ALARA ADAMS: There is a lot we don’t know about Douglas Crane, but we can definitely tell he is a disturbed individual.
KAYDEN ELLIS: During a Purge, being disturbed could be the key to victory.
We start to shuffle through more quick eliminations.
Jakeem Kobra grabs Martha Atlas with the ‘Lockjaw’ (Mandible Claw), making her tap out almost immediately.
MARTHA ATLAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Jason Long, after finding the scene of a bloody Jason Short, chases down Li’l Rapture and carries his Micro-Division-self up onto a stack of canoes. With a loud yell, getting out some of his past rage, Jason hits the Thronebreaker (Double Underhook Kneeling Piledriver) on Li’l Rapture...putting him through at least three canoes.
LI’L RAPTURE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Cain Sinclair, catches Rey de las Sombras in mid air and puts him through a car window with a ‘Kalevala’ (Jackhammer). A coin with the letter ‘A’ etched into it sitting on the front seat, catching his eye.
REY DE LAS SOMBRAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Douglas Crane screaming ‘Release Me’ as he holds Cole Madden in a ‘Release Me’ (Standing Cobra Clutch) jerking Madden’s unconscious body back and forth as he tightens the hold.
COLE MADDEN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Finally, our quick elimination highlight reel ends and we find ourselves in the woods just north of the Gator Greens Mini Golf course. We see Valkyrie walking through the trees, the moonlight shining down onto her...highlighting the blood splattered all over her and her clothes, as well as the chunks of unknown substance in her hair.
The snapping of a stick behind her, causes Valkyrie to whip around...axe already in her hand and held above her head. But instead of launching the axe, Valkyrie stops and a puzzled look comes over her.
Kevin Hunter stands there, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. He drops to his knees. Suddenly something white flashes behind him, wraps around his neck, and latches on. With a ripping noise, the white flash pulls away from Kevin Hunter...a large chunk taken out of his throat. He gurgles and grabs at his throat, blood spraying out onto the forest floor. Hunter falls onto his back on the ground as his attacker stands up straight, spitting out the chunk of flesh she ripped from Kevin’s throat and Valkyrie’s look of confusion changes to one of astonishment.
ALARA ADAMS: Damn, we don’t get to see Valkyrie surprised that often.
Standing there in front of her, is Druscilla White.
Without words Valkyrie runs over and wraps her arms around Dru, lifting her into the air and spinning her around. But without warning, she places Dru back onto her feet...steps back...and HITS her as hard as she can...causing Dru to stumble back a little.
VALKYRIE: WHAT THE FUCK, DRU??? I thought you were dead!!!
Druscilla smiles, showing her fangs as she checks the corner of her mouth for blood.
DRUSCILLA WHITE: You know you can’t keep a good Wolf down.
VALKYRIE: Well you may not be in this little match...but come with me, I got some people to introduce you to.
Valkyrie reaches for Dru, but stops and walks over to a tree. The moonlight had slowly revealed a small coin pushed into the crux of it.
DRUSCILLA WHITE: What’s that?
Valkyrie picks up the coin and examines it, seeing that it has the letter ‘P’ etched onto it.
VALKYRIE: A ticket to bigger and better things. Let’s go!
Valkyrie and Druscilla take off through the woods as the death rattles can be heard coming from Kevin Hunter’s body. After a few moments, his breathing stops entirely...but the sound of silence doesn’t last long as a loud belch cuts through it like a golden knife.
SERRANO POBLANO: Oh...it was like I had it for a second time. Such spicy...such flavortown…
Serrano stumbles into the area Valkyrie and Dru were just in.
SERRANO POBLANO: After a meal like that, nothing sounds better than a little nap.
Serrano lays down on the ground, unknowingly laying on Kevin Hunter. A ref quickly slides into view as Serrano shimmies around, getting comfortable.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
KEVIN HUNTER IS ELIMINATED!!!
The gentle sound of the Root River babbling through the outskirts of the city, echo through our scene. We find ourselves at the end of 2nd Avenue, near the river itself. A familiar voice speaks softly over the water.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: I’m sorry, Papercut. I’ve been trying to find a nice warm place for us to stay...but everyone is so violent here.
Percival ‘Ratman’ Burque sits on a boulder, looking out over the river as Papercut snuggles up to him to stay warm.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: I just wanted some friends and to keep you toasty. But everyone is trying to hurt us.
DEX GRIFFIN: So you’re in need of a friend, are ya?
Percival turns to his right to see “The Perfect Disaster” Dex Griffin, the same man who placed third in the first Purge match.
DEX GRIFFIN: I spent so long, after that Kallie bitch took my Alistair, looking for someone to be my friend. I got so lost without him.
Dex reaches into the back of his pants and pulls out a dagger in the shape of the old green power ranger’s own dagger.
DEX GRIFFIN: Yeah, he came back...but by then I was so distraught...that I pushed him away.
A single tear slides down Dex’s cheak.
DEX GRIFFIN: It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. I try calling for him, but he never answers.
Dex brings the hilt of the dagger up to his lips and blows on it, playing a small tune similar to the one he played in St. Elmo last year. But unlike last time, there is no Alistair to be seen.
DEX GRIFFIN: I...I need a hug…
Dex turns towards Percival, who is now standing from his rock.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: I...I’m not sure I can trust a hug in today’s conditions.
DEX GRIFFIN: Just a tight squeeze. Please, man.
Percival sucks in through his teeth.
PERCIVAL BURQUE: I’m going to have to take a rain check on that, big guy.
Percival slowly backs away as Dex inches forward. Dex, realizing Percival’s reluctance, leans forward and begins to sob in his hands. With Ratman still walking backwards away from the situation, someone else steps up to take advantage of it. Emmanuelle comes flying onto the scene, where she grabs Dex around the neck, runs him around in a circle...PUSHES off the rock Percival was standing on...SPINS AROUND…
KAYDEN ELLIS: MALIBU SHINE ONTO THE ROCK!!!
ALARA ADAMS: EMMANUELLE JUST CAVED DEX’S FOREHEAD IN WITH A TORNADO DDT!!!
A ref runs in as Emmanuelle flips Dex over onto his back, blood running out of both of his nostrils.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DEX GRIFFIN IS ELIMINATED!!!
KAYDEN ELLIS: Jesus! The injuries! The carnage!
ALARA ADAMS: The death!
KAYDEN ELLIS: This Purge has lived up to its name so far!!!
Emmanuelle hops to her feet and looks around, hoping to be able to take out Ratman too...but he is already long gone.
