FALLOUT XXII: SPRING BREAK PART 1

After the Fallout logo flashes on the screen, “Peace That Starts the War” by Wolves at the Gate starts to play along with a video package showing highlights from Fallout XXI.

♫Scratching and clawing
These voices fight for my life, they're saying
"This is who you are: you're a fake, you're a sham, you aren't fooling [no one]"
No one can condemn me for a debt or crime that has been paid off
Nothing divides or separates♫

Lil Petey and Ratman are shown introducing themselves as the brand new Fallout General Managers.

♫Cut me open till it's all run dry
Kill the life of death that's in my eye
Open up my aching ribs and crush this stone until it truly lives
This is the peace that starts the war♫

Tate Selby is shown hitting the Lone Driver on Zack Cage to secure a victory in his debut.

♫Screaming and growling
These voices fight for their life they're claiming
"Help is retreating. You are lost, all alone, with a hope that's dead and [conquered]"
"Conquered" is the name that's placed upon the hell that waited for me
Death is dead and loosened its grip♫

Following that highlight, Henry Lee Hyde is shown defending his Gatekeeper Championship against Latoya Hixx in a 33 Weapons Match.

♫Cut me open till it's all run dry
Kill the life of death that's in my eye
Open up my aching ribs and crush this stone until it truly lives
This is the peace that starts the war♫

The next highlight shows Alyssa Grace hitting the No Happy Endings onto a syringe and broken glass to become the Number One Contender to Mister Wright’s Playhouse Championship.

♫My eyes are fixed on the final war
My eyes are fixed on the final war (war)
The war (the final)♫

The second to last highlight of the video shows BFG Division making quick work of Sonya Benson after Johnny Levy decided to not participate in the match and just commentate instead.

♫All I see is peace, war
All I see is peace, war
All I see is♫

Final highlight of the video shows the mayhem that was the Fall of Society Match between Havoc and Billy Bennett in a Prime & Ascension Championships Unification Match where Havoc became the first ever Ascended Prime Champion!

“Peace That Starts the War” starts playing again in the background as the cameras fade into the Paradise Beach & Nightlife Heart in Cancun, Mexico. The middle of the arena is one giant pool with a steel barricaded structure in the middle where the ring sits on. We circle around the arena to show a sold out crowd and all the amazing fan signs to go with them.



After the camera finishes circling around the arena it cuts to the announcers table where Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis are standing by.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Welcome back to the TWENTY-SECOND episode of Fallout coming to you LIVE from the great city of Cancun, Mexico.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s Spring Break and we’re loving it! Wrestling, beaches and booze. Does it get much better than that?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t really think it does, Alara! We have a jam packed show for everyone tonight and a few events going on through the night you won’t want to miss!

ALARA ADAMS: Well, some you probably do, like that stupid wedding!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Tell us how you really feel! From beer chugging contests, to a bar brawl, a wedding and all the matches in between… it’s going to be an amazing time!

ALARA ADAMS: And as you can see from where we are, this won’t be the traditional show either!



KAYDEN ELLIS: It wouldn’t be Spring Break without being here in Cancun, that’s for sure.

ALARA ADAMS: Enough from us already… LET THE SHOW BEGIN!



Somewhere behind the curtains and entrance stage that has been set up near the pool area, Serrano Poblano is wandering around and clearly looking for someone or something. As should be expected, the area is a hectic scene as crew members hustle around to make sure this rare outdoor show is going off without a hitch. The flurry of busy employees makes the lumbering Sultan of Spice stand out like a sore thumb, so much so that the Director of Weapon Placement, Chadwick Bundy, cannot help but take notice of him.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Hey there, bud. If you’re not on the card tonight you’re gonna have to find somewhere else to loiter. We got shit to do back here and you’re only gonna get in the way.

Serrano looks somewhat shocked that someone would talk that way to a superstar of his caliber and actually looks around to make sure Bundy is talking to him.

SERRANO POBLANO: I know I do most of my work over on Proving Ground, but even a blue collar scrub like you must recognize me. I’m Serrano Poblano, The Sultan of Spice, The Heater, co-founder of The KaVengers, and personal guest of your boss, the one and only Ratman.

Bundy does not look impressed as he pulls the lit cigarette from his mouth and flicks it toward an area marked by a ‘FLAMMABLE’ sign.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Look, I don’t care if you’re Petey’s favorite ring rat. I don’t care if you’re Billy Bennett’s dealer. I don’t even care if you’re Jason Long with yet another new look. You can’t be back here right now.

SERRANO POBLANO: Then maybe you can at least help me find Rat…I mean…Percival Burque. We were supposed to meet tonight and catch up on things…

CHADWICK BUNDY: The co-GM is a busy guy. If he’s not doing some actual work, he’s probably having another wheelchair race with Lil’ Petey. I swear, those two are glued to the hip now. It’s like they’ve become best friends or something…

The look on Serrano’s face is similar to how a child might look after watching their dog get run over.

SERRANO POBLANO: …best…

CHADWICK BUNDY: I’m hoping Petey will even teach the guy how to use deodorant. Anyway, you look like the kind of guy who enjoys catering. Head on into the hotel and get some grub. Maybe try a salad or something…

SERRANO POBLANO: …friends?

Bundy stares at Serrano for a moment, almost showing a little concern for The Sultan of Spice.

CHADWICK BUNDY: You okay, pal? You look like somebody pissed in your pool. Speaking of which…one of the fans thought it would be funny to do exactly that. I’ve got to get out there with another bucket of chlorine…

Serrano remains frozen in place, completely oblivious to what Bundy is saying.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Anyway…just move along, okay? Stand around like that for too long and those Make-a-Wish folks will start harassing you like they do to Mr. Holt.

Bundy then continues on his way, giving his head an incredulous shake as he makes his way toward the chlorine supply. Serrano remains standing in place, a pathetically sad expression on his face as we go back to ringside…



ALARA ADAMS: It’s time for the first match of the night, and it should be an interesting one as Andrei Sokolov seeks to follow up his debut win with another against Latoya Hixx.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Latoya has had it rough thus far, but one can never count someone out and maybe she’ll strike gold tonight!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentleman, making her way to the ring from Worcester, Massachussetts. She is The Blueprint, Latoya Hixx!

Sky's The limit hit's she comes out on stage and grooves a little bit and she takes both of her hands in covered it up and dip toe her pose and lifts up her blue sunglasses and hands them to her fans and walks straight down and over the ring and hops on it and she holds onto the ropes and bend over and show them her Boss Knuckles and she gets inside of the ring and she takes off her wrestling gear and waits for her opponent to arrive

CLARA OLSON: Now making his way to the ring, from Moscow, Russia by way of Los Angeles, California. He is the Lionheart, Andrei Sokolov!

Sokolov would take his time strutting to the ring confidently to the sound of jeers from the crowd towards the arrogant Fallout rookie. But he’d take little interest in it, merely shooting a few confident glances at the ladies in the crowd before making his way into the ring, ready for the match to start

Once both of them had made it into the ring and the referee had checked to make sure everything was in order, he’d call for the bell to be rung and the match to start.

DING! DING! DING!

Not waiting for any time to settle, The Blueprint would sprint forward with all her energy and throw her forearm into the face of Sokolov who’d stagger back into the ropes from the surprising aggressiveness and eagerness from his opponent. On the way back, he’d get flipped straight onto his face with a monkey flip as Latoya pops up and raises her hands confidently to a cheer from the crowd.

CLARA OLSON: She knows that momentum is key, and isn’t wasting time in getting it.

Hixx would take no rest as she grabbed Andrei’s hand and dragged him over with an armdrag, raising him back up for a second, and on the third try whip him into the nearest corner. Hitting it backfirst, Sokolov would look up and see Hixx sprint at him, but he’d avoid it at the last second. But he had barely made his way out of the corner only to turn around and be hit with a big time meteora from Hixx who had reacted and scaled the turnbuckle in a split second.

Quickly she’d get up again, and use the momentary advantage to get up to the top rope a second time and hit a diving double knee drop on Sokolov and straight into a pin.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Kicking out with power, Sokolov used his significant power advantage to flip Latoya off him and into the ropes. Hixx caught up on the ropes long enough for Sokolov to get up and hit her with a resounding bodyslam that shakes the ring. Not taking any chances, he’d pick Hixx up from behind and lock his arms around her waist and show off his strength by lifting her like she weighs nothing and suplexing her backwards with the first german suplex. He would keep his hands locked and deadlift her straight into a second before letting go on the third as the Fangs of the Cobra ragdoll the smaller competitor around the ring helplessly.

ALARA ADAMS: That were massive suplexes, and Latoya Hixx seems out of it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t think so, she might be in do-or-die mode!

Latoya tried getting herself up, using the adrenaline in her soul to fight back, and with all her speed in her system she’d run forward and try another forearm, but this time Sokolov sees it coming and merely shrugs it off. Hixx tries again, hitting the ropes and going for a hurricanrana to throw the rookie around the ring, but with herculean strength Sokolov would grab hold of Latoya’s legs and throw her onto his shoulders into a samoan drop that flattens her.

With Latoya trying to recover, it would be to avail as Sokolov climbs the top turnbuckle and with all his body weight would leap into a picture perfect Lionheart Elbow into a pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Herei s your winner by pinfall, He is ‘The Lionheart’ Andrei Sokolov!

Sokolov would let his hands raised as the crowd booed him for his efforts, but once more he’d shrug it off and merely roll out of the ring as he had made his statement.

ALARA ADAMS: Latoya Hixx showed so much heart, but Sokolov’s power was too much to deal with.

KAYDEN ELLIS: With two spectacular wins to start his career on Fallout, the sky seems to be the limit for young Sokolov. I think we’ll see a lot more success in his future!







The camera cuts to a bar nearby where Lil Petey is standing on the counter with a mic in hand. Sitting at tables in front of him are Emmanuelle, Havoc, TJ Thompson, Alyssa Grace, Indy Darling, Billy Bennett, The Cage Brothers, Mason Kane, Earl Boyde and Percival Burque, except he’s in a wheelchair, not a normal one. Petey looks around at the people around him and makes sure no one’s trying to get into a fist fight or even worse, a bar fight.

LIL PETEY: The eleven of you have been gathered here today-

ALYSSA GRACE: Are we gonna drink or what?

LIL PETEY: I was getting there if you’d let me-

Petey becomes distracted when he notices that Bennett is flirting with Ratman and both of the Cage Brothers are trying to put the moves on Emmanuelle and Alyssa. Mason has about had enough with what’s going on already, Earl is just ready to be handed beer and TJ is looking around making sure he doesn’t get kidnapped. The only normal one right now is Indy who’s laughing at all the chaos. Petey signals for the bartenders to get the beers out before all hell really breaks loose.

A full pint of beer is slid in front of each of them except for Percival who gets a juice box. Petey pulls out his phone and starts texting back Hannah before he gets in trouble until TJ clears his throat and brings Petey back to the room. He then opens the timer app and sets a timer for 1 minute. More beers are placed on the table until it’s basically filled as much as possible with full mugs.

LIL PETEY: You all will have 1 minute to drink all that beer, you feel me? The person who drinks the most gets a generous prize after. Are the contestants ready?

Everyone starts banging on the table in anticipation of the timer starting.

LIL PETEY: THREE! TWO! ONE! DRINK!

Petey clicks start on the timer and the one minute has begun. Both Earl and Alyssa chug the entirety of their first beer in a matter of seconds and Petey looks on in astonishment. TJ’s slowly enjoying his beer and doesn’t seem to care about the contest much at all. Billy crushes something up and puts it in the beer then starts chugging, but is already so far behind. Havoc and Mason are the only ones even remotely close to Earl and Alyssa as they’re about halfway through their first beers and keeping up the pace. Indy, Emmanuelle and the Cage Brothers are going at it until Indy shoves the beer back and catches up to Earl and Alyssa. Ratman, on the other hand, is steadily enjoying his juice box.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I don’t remember why I came here. I don’t drink beer, Littlest Petey!

LIL PETEY: You’re doing great on that juice box, Ratboy. Keep it up!

About 20 seconds go by and the clock is down to 38 seconds left. Alyssa and Earl are both 4 beers in while the next closest is barely at 2 and that’s Mason. Just barely trailing him is Havoc about to finish his second beer. The rest don’t even matter at this point as they’re just talking and enjoying their beers like normal people. Petey’s had enough and grabs a couple of the beers that aren’t being used and starts chugging himself. These aren’t his normal go-to Truly’s, but he’s been to parties before and knows how to send the beers down in quick fashion, which isn’t the only thing he’s quick at.

Petey gets two beers in while Alyssa and Earl are at 5. Ratman is on his third juice box and looks absolutely uberscoobered. Indy’s attention is on Petey now instead of drinking because he knows he’s in for a rough night as his fellow co-owner gets even more weird when he’s drunk. The Cage Brothers both surround Emmanuelle who just gets up and leaves which prompts the brothers to also.

Suddenly, something snaps between Havoc and Billy as the two start brawling one another. Petey stops chugging to yell something at the top of his lungs.

LIL PETEY: WORRRLDDDSTTARRRRR!!!

After yelling, he realizes he’s now a Co-Owner and Co-General Manager and has to signal for security when something like this happens, because there isn’t any way he’s gonna be able to stop that. Percival stops chugging his juice and turns his attention to the brawling.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Why do all my friends keep fighting?!

Sadness takes over his black and white painted face. Everyone clears away from the area while Billy and Havoc are going at it except for Earl and Alyssa who are still chugging along and are both 6 - almost 7 - beers in. The final 10 seconds are approaching as Havoc grabs one of the mugs full of beer and smashes it on Billy’s head. The mug shatters, beer goes everywhere and Billy’s head opens up so much that medics are immediately at the scene tending to her. Havoc walks away and everyone else starts chanting for their favorite to win which is pretty evenly split between Earl and Alyssa.

LIL PETEY: THREE! TWO! ONE!

The alarm on Petey’s phone goes off as Earl finishes his 8th beer while Alyssa had just one more sip left of hers to go, giving Earl the beer chugging contest victory!

EVERYONE: HEY BOY!

LIL PETEY: CONGRATULATIONS TO EARL BOYDE! YOU ARE THE WINNER OF THE FIRST EVER BEER CHUGGING CONTEST HERE ON FALLOUT!

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, what’s my prize?

Petey signals for someone to bring the prize which is covered by a red towel or blanket or something. He then pulls off said red colored thing very dramatically to reveal a signed copy of a portrait of him chugging a beer along with some card on the side. He hands it to Earl to read out loud.

EARL BOYDE: A year long subscription to your OnlyDrips?

LIL PETEY: You’re damn right! That shit expensive too, so use it wisely! That concludes shit for tonight, ya boys Ratboy and Littlest Petey gotta do some GMing shit so let’s get it!

Petey grabs Percival’s wheelchair and starts racing him out of the bar while everyone else just fans out.



The scene opens to a live, multi-camera feed of ‘Paddy’s Pub’ somewhere in Cancun, Mexico. Though they’re south of the border, it sure does look like the kind of low-rent, piece of shit Irish pub you’d find anywhere in South Philly.

Inside the otherwise empty pub, recorded by a team of highly-trained and professionally accredited cameramen, are the competitors taking part in this joyous little celebration of whiskey, violence and… whatever. Some other stuff, probably.

Yuriko Toyama, Earl Boyde, Zack Cage, Nick Danger, and Carny Sinclar are all seated around a circular table inside the pub. There’s a collection of empty and half-empty glasses and bottles on the table, and most of the wrestlers are sipping on some variety of alcoholic beverage.

The only exceptions are Nick Danger, who sips a glass of plain tap water, and Yuriko Toyama, who is too busy shoveling handfuls of complimentary tortilla chips into her mouth from an oversized bowl that is secured to the middle of the table.

Noticeably, she’s shooting deadly glares at anyone who even starts to reach for the bowl themselves. Despite Yuriko’s size, this is enough to keep everyone’s hands far away from her delicious, crunchy, salted prize.

ZACK CAGE: So, uh… what were we supposed to be doing?

CARNY SINCLAIR: I think those rubes in management want us to fight and tear this place up.

NICK DANGER: Sounds… DANGERous.

EARL BOYDE: AW HELL NO! IF THEY THINK EARL BOYDE IS GONNA WASTE TIME WRESTLIN’ WHEN THERE’S PLENTY OF BEER TO DRINK, THEY GOT ANOTHER THING COMIN’, SO GIMME A ‘HEY BOY’!

YURIKO TOYAMA: HEY BOY!

Everyone stares at the young Japanese woman, the only one passionate enough to leap out of their chair and shout the two strongest words in the history of Project: Honor.

She slinks back into her seat, embarrassed.

NICK DANGER: Anyway, I kind of like this place. Good water.

ZACK CAGE: Yeah, let’s not destroy the pub.

The scene cuts away to a title card accompanied by some theme music. The text reads:


DING! DING! DING!

A bell rings, and the five wrestlers immediately begin glancing around for the source of the noise; they definitely didn’t notice any bells sitting around.

NICK DANGER: Guys, it’s probably canned hea-

Nick’s very probable explanation of the bell sound is cut off as Zack Cage leaps out of his chair and over the table to tackle him to the ground. The rest of the group takes this as a signal to get serious, standing up and knocking their chairs aside as the melee begins... except for Earl who doesn't move from his spot, seated in front of a long line of unopened bottles.

Priorities.

Carny Sinclair eyes up Yuriko, who steps away from the table, picks up a pool cue and prepares herself for glorious quasi-deathmatch battle… she honestly just looks so happy to be here, it’s rather endearing. Looking for a weapon of his own, he grabs a bar stool and holds it in front of him with the legs pointing out towards Yuriko. They begin to circle each other, like gladiators in the Colosseum waiting for a chance to strike.

As they rush forward and begin to feint, strike and parry with their respective makeshift weapons - looking remarkably similar to a couple of Olympic fencers - Earl Boyde remains seated at the same table, guzzling a bottle of beer before tossing it over his shoulder, uncapping another one, and downing that too.

He seems content to just drink, until Carny Sinclair is sent tumbling into him after Yuriko nails him in the chest with that pool cue. It’s enough to send a small amount of beer flying out of the top of the bottle, splashing down onto his denim shorts as his eyes cloud over with anger.

Flipping the table over as he stands up, he grabs Carny by the collar of his shirt and begins to deliver vicious headbutts to the bridge of his nose. It’s only when the blood is flowing freely down the man’s face that Earl lets up…

...just long enough to reach out, grab a miraculously unbroken bottle off the floor, and smash it over Carny’s head before letting him slump to the ground. That done, he moves behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of liquor and taking a seat on a stool as the fight is forgotten once again.

In the background, Yuriko is seen sneaking into the bathroom, holding her stomach with both hands. Perhaps she ate too many of those free, stale, questionably sanitary tortilla chips. As she disappears through the door, Nick Danger plants Zack Cage to the filthy pub floor with a scoop slam. With one of his opponents laid out, he climbs on top of a rickety table - almost falling to the side before stabilizing himself - and goes for an epic moonsault down onto Zack…

...unfortunately, there’s just not enough room between the tabletop and the ceiling, and he ends up smashing his face on the slowly-spinning blades of a ceiling fan, his head snapping back as he gracelessly collapses to the ground.

The camera cuts to Yuriko standing in front of the bathroom mirror, sticking her tongue out at her own reflection, pulling her mouth wide with her fingers, and flashing peace signs. Suddenly, the door is knocked open by Carny Sinclair stumbling in and bleeding from the head courtesy of that broken bottle.

Immediately, Yuriko leaps into action and executes a trio of spinning back fists that stagger Carny. Grabbing him by the shirt, she smashes a stall door open with his head and proceeds to hold his head in the toilet bowl, kicking the handle with one foot to flush it.

Back outside, Zack has recovered, pausing to grab Nick - still woozy and bleeding from that disastrous moonsault attempt - and pull him towards the dart board. He places the man’s hand palm-up on the board, then starts driving darts into the flesh to pin him to it. Grabbing a handful of darts, he backs away before throwing them at the bullseye; or, more accurately, Nick’s hand which rests over it.

Earl is still drinking, watching the chaos with a vaguely interested expression, but seemingly entirely content with spectating.

Yuriko comes rushing out of the bathroom, with a glimpse of Carny slumped onto the ground visible before the door closes. She rushes over to the bar and grabs a bottle of Tobasco sauce, emptying the entire thing into her mouth before rushing forward to spray it - Asian mist style - into Zack’s eyes as he continues to throw darts.

Grabbing him by the hair, Yuriko pulls the much larger man towards the beertaps, shoving his face under them before pulling back the levels; the golden liquid pours out, into Zack’s mouth as he attempts to shout.

Suddenly, Earl charges in and shoves them both to the side, taking Zack’s position underneath the taps and beginning to discharge the sweet nectar into his own mouth. He’s somehow able to guzzle the beer just as fast as it floods into his mouth.

What a legend.

Nick is finally able to pull all the darts out of his hand, and starts running full-speed towards Earl who casually pours shots behind the bar, lining up shot glass after shot glass until there’s a row almost end to end. He takes no notice of the impending attack from Nick Danger; fortunately for him, Carny comes staggering out of the bathroom into Nick’s past.

As they collide, their skulls smash together, rendering both of them unconscious as they drop to the floor. Yuriko and Zack are still recovering after being shoved aside by Earl, who has just finished pouring the last shot from the bottle of high-proof alcohol.

Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he drags the flame down the length of shot-glasses, igniting a row of alcoholic beverages on the bar surface. With a line of flaming drinks going down the length of the bar, Earl grabs Zack by the head and tosses him into the large mirror hanging behind the bar. The surface shatters, and Zack tumbles to the ground, followed by a rain of mirrored shards.

Earl pulls Yuriko to her feet and lifts her diminutive body high overhead in a military press, holding her high over the flaming bar before simply dropping her stomach-down onto the line of shotglasses. An explosion of glass and fire as the glasses underneath her shatter, liquor splashing over her chest and stomach as the flames spread.

Despite the fact that she’s bleeding from glass shards and currently on-fire, Yuriko honestly doesn’t seem like she’s having a bad time. It’s not a deathmatch persay, but it’s a fine start. Meanwhile, Earl grabs the back of her outfit with both hands and drags her down the length of the bar, knocking aside the unbroken shot glasses and spreading more fire as liquor continues to be spilled.

Reaching the end of the bar’s wooden surface, he slides Yuriko off of it and into the opposite wall so hard that her head actually travels through the drywall. Earl glances around the bar at his four opponents, who are all laying on the floor either unconscious or groaning in pain, except for Yuriko whose legs dangle just above the ground, suspended with her entire upper body on the other side of the drywall.

Earl simply shrugs and sits down at the still-flaming bar, reaching over to grab a half-empty beer bottle and chug it as the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, I told y’all: this is where Earl Boyde shines!



We see Billy standing next to an hotel room door furiously knocking but getting no response. The camera pans around to reveal it is labeled as Fallout GM. Billy impatiently taps her foot as Percival Burque comes into view behind her. Ratman seems nervous as he cups his hands and breathes into them before taking a sniff. At first he crinkles his eyes at the smell then shrugs as he gently taps Billy’s shoulder.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: *Ahem…* Hello, Billy? How may I be of service?

Ratman nervously fidgets as he gets the attention of the Cottonmouth.

BILLY BENNETT: Huh…? Oh, hey Rats. I was hopin’ I might get a chance to talk to Petey ‘bout somethin’…

Ratman waves his hands from his wheelchair.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Nonsense! I am just as much of a manager as he is! Besides, I’m sure Petey doesn’t appreciate a person’s scent such as yours quite like I do.

Billy recoils at what she just heard, not sure whether to take it as a compliment or me entirely creeped out.

BILLY BENNETT: What the f-… listen, since you’re here…

Billy holds out her briefcase still holding the Prime and ? championship opportunity cards.

BILLY BENNETT: When I win the strap tomorrow night, y’all gonna let me keep this case? Or is management plannin’ on takin’ away what I earned?

Percy holds his fingers to his chin as he inspects the dirty, blood stained, and damaged case. He looks it up and down closely before looking back to Billy.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I have no clue!

Billy stares blankly at her incompetent boss. While he is clearly incapable of answering her questions despite being in a position to make these decisions himself, she finds something oddly amusing about him.

BILLY BENNETT: Heh… didn’t think ya would. Now, where’s that clown Petey?

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you do literally anything?

Billy slowly begins to realize what’s happening but Percival doesn’t seem to know how obviously he is swooning over her. Billy snaps her fingers in front of Percivals face trying to break the trance he seems to be in.

BILLY BENNETT: Hey, you! Rats! Focus, alright? Did ya even hear my question?!

Percival quickly shakes his head as he snaps out of whatever mindset he was stuck in.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh Petey? He’s busy getting ready for his match. It’s a busy week for him I’m afraid.

Billy sighs as her shoulders slump from not getting anything out of the confusion.

BILLY BENNETT: …whatever. Dunno what I was expectin’ outta y’all, anyway.

Billy begins to walk away when Ratman’s eyes light up and he brings his hands up to his head.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh! I almost forgot! Just gimme one minute!

Billy stops and turns back just in time to see Percival fling open the door and wheel into the GM office. She waits for a moment until Ratman comes rolling back out of the door with an entire wheel of cheese and hands it to her.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: It’s a good luck present for your Legacy match tomorrow night!

Billy takes the large wheel of cheese almost pleasantly surprised by the gift.

BILLY BENNETT: Uhhh… I appreciate it?

PERCIVAL BURQUE: It’s goat cheese!

BILLY BENNETT: Yeah, it sure is…

The two awkwardly stay in place until Ratman speaks up one last time.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Well, I’ll see you around friend!

Billy awkwardly nods at Percival, and turns to walk away. Something stops her in her tracks, though, and she turns back to the wheelchair-bound co-GM.

BILLY BENNETT: Before I forget, I just wanted to say somethin’...

A deep inhalation of breath, with an expression on Billy’s face like she can’t honestly believe she’s about to do this. And then, she leans down, bringing her lips inches from Percival’s ear and softly hissing one word into his ear.

BILLY BENNETT: …thanks…

With that, she takes a step back, flashing a half-smile before turning and stomping off. As she's leaving Percival just sits and stares as she walks away. Petey comes into frame and looks back and forth between Billy and Percy.

LIL PETEY: Yo dawg, you gotta thing for Billy?

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Isn’t she great?

Petey shrugs then pats Ratman’s back.

LIL PETEY: I mean, she is definitely working with a whole ass bakery to get all that cake, you know what I’m sayin’?

Percy squints his eyes and looks up to Petey.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I didn’t know Billy had a bakery?

LIL PETEY: No I mean… I’ll explain later. What did she want?

Percy thinks for a moment then shrugs.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I don’t remember.

Petey shrugs in response.

LIL PETEY: Aite.

Petey pushes Percival into their office to continue “planning fallout” and definitely not goof off.







CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall!

"The Outcast" by Upon A Burning Body as most of the crowd boo but there are a few that are actually showing their support. "The Outcast" Tate Selby walks out onto the top of the ramp and is closely followed by Eddie Matthews. Tate stands there with a sleeveless hoodie on that is unzipped to show off his well toned body and the hood of the hoodie is up.

CLARA OLSON: "Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, he stands at five feet and eleven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ninety five pounds. He is 'The Outcast' Tate Selby!"

Tate bounces from foot to foot on the spot like a boxer would do. Once the song has fully kicked in, Tate jumps up and removes the hood to show his face. As Tate walks down to the ring it's all he is focused on as Eddie is giving him advice on the walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Tate removes the sleeveless hoodie and passes it to Eddie. Eddie makes his way around to the side of the ring as Tate runs up the steps and jumps over the top rope and into the ring showing off his amazing ability as he lands on his feet with such ease. Now in the ring, Tate makes his way to one of the corners and just like up on the top of the ramp he bounces from one foot to the other like a boxer as he awaits for the match to begin.

The lights go down. 'He Who Flees the Light' by Calabrese kicks in and thrums through the venue as red-orange strobes flicker across the stage in time with the music.

Broken/
Perverted/
Corrupted/

From the back, Henry Lee Hyde emerges, head bowed. He almost blends into the shadows, in his all-black ring attire, but no shadow moves as quickly as him. No shadows have the shimmer of a title belt around their waist like he does. He comes to stand at the top of the ramp, head remaining down, but his scowl deep enough to be seen under the spotlight that now focuses on him.

CLARA OLSON: "And his opponent! From Portland, Oregon, he stands at six feet and two inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the reigning Gatekeeper Champion, this is Henry. Lee. Hyde!"

In our mind, body, and form/
A spiral of hatred, keep burnin'/
To savage my soul/

He raises his head in time for the chorus, eyes wild, face twisting, sneering. He gives his face, chest, a few slaps that leave a red shade to his skin, and draws shouts of determination from him, before he descends the ramp towards the ring.

He who flees from the light/
Knows the true pain/
Blames all those who loved/
Blames the world and/

Henry leans into the ropes, letting them strain, and gives a mighty roar that can still be heard over the explosive music. He remains there, lets his gaze skim over the crowd and towards his opponent/the ramp. Eyes locked on his target, Henry shifts into his corner. He removes the title belt from around his waist, handing it over to the referee, and warms up in preparation for his match as his music fades out.

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t envision either of these two having any give.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This one is sure to get physical.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Henry delivers a nasty stiff headbutt to the face of Tate, dropping him where he stands. Henry goes to attack but the referee stops him and checks on Tate, which shows his nose is gushing out blood, but Tate pushes the ref out of the way to takedown Hyde and starts to ground and pound his skull like a madman seeing red. The ref has to force Tate off with a DQ warning as he checks on Henry, who has a gash from the forearms. The ref goes to ring the bell, but Henry stops him and yells.

HENRY LEE HYDE: "Don’t you dare ring that bell!!"

ALARA ADAMS: Right out the gate these two are here to fight. Forget wrestling.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The blood is already beginning to stain the canvas.

The ref looks on in horror as Henry uses his body to pull himself up. The two stars are bloodied up and we are under the five minute mark. The crowd groans in uncomfortability as they see the blood rush from both men fast. They stare at each other, pissed off at the other before rushing in and start to headbutt each other repeatedly, causing the lady's to look away and the men to cover the kids' eyes. The two men trade headbutts back and forth with each before they deliver one final headbutt and they fall to their knees. The two men land on their knees, already dazed and confused from the brutal headbutts they gave each other as the fans watched speechless.

The two start to push each other's faces before they begin with stiff forearm shots. They make it to their feet and start to go ham as the crowd is getting into it. Henry Blocks a foreman shot and ducks underneath him, hitting Tate with a German Suplex before getting to his feet and running off the ropes into a clothesline from Tate who rolled from the German to his feet. Tate lifts Henry up and places him over one shoulder before giving him a Lawn Dart through the ropes, sending him face first into the mat, causing him to roll around. Tate exits the ring and stomps at Henry's gut. He grabs his nose and sees the blood on his hand before turning to Henry and grabbing him by the throat and holding him against the guardrail. Tate The Gatekeeper Champion breaks free and chops Tate, the sound echoing across the beach. He then elbows Tate across the cheek, forcing him to spin around and Hyde grabs him around his waist and Germans him into the apron, slamming his own back into the metal floor..

ALARA ADAMS: He could have just broke Hyde’s damn neck!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m sure Hyde has taken far worse than that. It looks like he’s starting to move.

Eddie walks over to Tate and kneels down beside him, whispering in his ear. Hyde pulls himself up with the guardrail and sees Eddie by Tate. Henry walks over, pushing Eddie back and grabs Tate by the neck and throws him back into the ring. Henry turns his head and looks at Eddie, who's trying to tell his client what to do. Henry walks over, getting into the face of Eddie before climbing back up to the apron, and he takes one step between the ropes and Tate immediately grabs Lee Hyde by the neck and DDT hims, spiking him on the top of his head. Tate pulls Hyde away from the ropes and covers him.

One!
Two!

And Hyde kicks out. Tate grabs his back as he turns his attention to Eddie, who sticks his thumb up and slices it across his throat, telling him to end Henry. Tate kicks Hyde from under the ring before sliding under himself. Tate grabs Hyde by the head, pulling him up and grabs Henry by wrist, pushes him back and pulls him towards him and pops him up and drops him on the apron with a powerbomb. He pushes Hyde into the ring and covers him again.

One!
Two!

And Hyde kicks out again. Tate cracks his neck before pulling Hyde up. He places Hyde's head between Tate's legs and hooks both his arms, and he tries to lift him up for 'THE LONE DRIVER' but Hyde lifts Hyde up and falls backwards, landing on Tate, covering him as Tate's shoulders are on the mat from hooking Hyde's arms.

One!
Two!

Tate lets go and kicks out. Both men get up and Tate goes for a strike, but Hyde blocks and elbows him in the chest before pushing Tate back and Hyde nails him with a clothesline. Tate pops off his back into a chop that drops Tate again. Hyde pushes Tate to the corner and hits Tate in the jaw with a right and then chops him in the chest, jab and chop, jab and chop, and jab and chop. Hyde tosses Tate over head and he lands on his back. Hyde starts beating his chest as he waits for Tate to get to his feet before popping him in the air and powerbombs him before covering him.

One!
Two!

Tate kicks out. Hyde gets to his feet and adjusts his elbow pad. He leans against the turnbuckles, staring at Tate who's slowly getting up. He goes for the spin with his elbow, but stops as Eddie is on the apron. He runs over to grab Eddie, but Eddie jumps down. Henry looks down at Tate's manager before turning around into a 'THE FORGOTTEN' from Tate. Immediately picking Hyde up and he drops him with 'THE LONE DRIVER' and covers him.

One!
Two!
Three!

ALARA ADAMS: Some amazing back and forth there but Hyde gpt distracted by Tate’s manager!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You can’t get distracted when you’re in the ring with a top competitor like Tate. Now we just saw why.

CLARA OLSON: And your winner, TATE SELBY!

The bell rings as the referee raises Tate's hand in the air. Eddie enters the ring and raises his client's arm. Both men leave the ring and head to the back.







The camera cuts to the ring where Clara Olson is standing by with a mic in hand.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: The following match is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH! The two competitors can go anywhere and a camera person will follow until someone secures a pinfall or submission on their opponent. Introducing first…

"Bulldozer" by Machine Head graces the ears of those in attendance as it plays throughout the arena. The crowd reaction is clear to hear that they hate Lance Williams as they boo and shout abuse at him. The lights dim down, enough to just see the frame of a mountain of a man, the lights come back on after "The Essence Of Egotism", "The Bulldozer” Lance Williams lets out a ferocious primal roar. Lance stands there flexing his biceps, holding his guns up for the world to see. Once he has soaked in the boos and abuse, he starts to head down towards the ring with an arrogant smirk on his face. The crowd still maintains the booing and abuse, Lance Williams smirking smugly at those who boo him and give him abuse, he even to stop to abuse the crowd back. Now at the ring, Lance jumps up onto the ring apron showing off his amazing athletic side letting out another roar just as ferociously primal as the first as pyros shot up from each turnbuckle. He then gets into the ring, the focus and determination clear to see as he stands there showing off his 315lb muscular physique, dressed in just a pair of black shorts that are just above his knee and black wrestling boots. A self satisfied smirk on his face as he is ready for action.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds… From Los Angeles, California… He is “The Essence of Egotism”... “The Bulldozer”... LANCEEEEE WILLIAAAMMSSSS!!!

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent…

The opening beat to "oops!!!" by Yung Gravy w/ Lil Wayne graces the ears of everyone in the audience. Peach and pink strobe lights start going off. Every woman in attendance suddenly feels the drip as the lyrics start and Lil Petey steps out onto the stage. Fur coat, multi-colored button up that's only halfway buttoned up, and black pants make up his attire. Petey's got a microphone in hand and starts to rap with the lyrics, even though the mic doesn't actually work.

♫Ayy, supercalifragilisticexpialiexpiali-dope shit
Supercalifragilic-, my ex be on some ho shit
Superman, I get dem bands but ain't gon' buy you roses
Super-duper get them cougars, took my wrist and froze it
Super-duper hoes
Y'all got Oompa Loompa hoes
I ain't never knew ya hoes
Prolly still ran through 'em, though♫

Lil Petey stops on the ramp and looks around at some of the women reaching out to him. He walks up to this couple as the song continues. Petey looks at the dude and points at the chick.

♫Oh, wait, wait, I do know your hoe?
You talkin' 'bout, you talkin' 'bout Tracy?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, you mean like, like, Tracy with the ass?
Tracy with the, with the Honda?
Shit, well♫

Petey winks at the woman and then starts jumping up and down while getting closer to the ring.

♫Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby♫

By this time, Petey is in the ring, taking his fur coat off. He gently hands it to an official outside and vibes in the ring until the start of the match.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… From The Hip House… He is “The Drip Sensation”... “Mr. Hydration”... CO-OWNER OF PROJECT: HONOR AND CO-GENERAL MANAGER OF FALLOUT… LILLLLLLLLL PEETTEEEEYYYYYYY!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Without hesitation, Lance charges directly at Petey who then starts running around the ring. Lance continues to trail behind him until Petey decides to slide out of the ring and onto the platform below. Lance keeps the chase up until Petey takes a dive right into the pool below the ring. Instead of following, Lance knows that he’s gotta come up at some point and just sits on the barricade watching him.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Petey wanted to go for a quick swim.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It is Spring Break after all. Gotta get into the water at some point during this trip.

Petey continues to swim around and just float on the water. Lance starts getting impatient and while Petey is floating, he jumps off the barricade and connects an elbow drop right to Petey’s heart! Petey goes down into the water while Lance boasts to the crowd. A massive roar of boos fill the venue and Lance just feeds off that energy. He grabs a hold of Petey and pulls him up to the surface, then starts wailing lefts and rights against his jaw. Not letting up, he starts throwing elbows and then grabs a hold of Petey’s head and pushes him under water.

ALARA ADAMS: This isn’t looking good for Petey already.

KAYDEN ELLIS: COME ON PETEY LET’S SEE SOME LIFE!

Petey begins to thrash around desperately trying to come up for air while Lance laughs down at him. Lance pulls Petey up just long enough for him to get a half-breath then dunks him again. He does this over and over until finally he gets bored of it and begins to swim back toward the ring dragging Petey behind him. Lance climbs up while holding onto the waist of Petey’s multipurpose swimwear. Petey gets tossed back to the ringside area while Lance finishes climbing over. Petey starts to crawl away from The Bulldozer but Lance notices and walks over to Petey pushing his foot down on the back of his neck.

Petey spits up some water from the weight of Lance’s foot then begins to turn over. Lance’s foot is now dead center in the front of Petey’s throat. As Petey struggles to get out from under him, his face begins to turn purple from the lack of oxygen.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Lance is just playing with his food at this point.

ALARA ADAMS: A dangerous game of cat and mouse if you will.

Petey begins to push as hard as he can just barely getting Lance’s foot high enough to breath. Williams begins to look worried when suddenly Petey sees an opening… PETEY KICKS LANCE IN THE DICK! Lance falls to the ground as he holds his bulldozer. Petey now miraculously having the upper hand begins to get to his feet and walks around the corner of the ring and drops out of Lance’s view. Lance starts to recover and slowly gets to his feet. He is now visibly red and fuming ready to strangle Petey once and for all. Lance approaches where he last saw Petey but as he turns the corner he sees Petey laying on his back with something in his hands on his crotch.

LIL PETEY: Mine’s bigger than yours!

Petey fires the firework cannon between his legs blinding Lance as the fireworks strike him in the face. Lance tumbles backwards over the guardrail. Petey gets to his feet to the roar of the audience. He begins to feel something. Like this is his moment. He looks out into the water where Lance is still washing the tar out of his eyes, then up to the top turnbuckle. With that one look the crowd explodes into a chant.

JUMP!
JUMP!
JUMP!
JUMP!

Petey begins frantically climbing up the ring and then turnbuckle. Petey points around to all the fans at the poolside then gestures to everyone to get on their feet. Petey steps onto the corner post to get as much height as possible then looks down to Lance below in the water. He raises his arms then braces his legs. Petey leaps higher than he ever had before. Petey gracefully tucks and untucks as he goes for a frog splash. Unfortunately Lance blindly dives into the water allowing Petey to flop directly onto the surface.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oooo, and Petey hits hard.

ALARA ADAMS: It seems Petey may have gotten too fired up for that one.

The crowd collectively groans after seeing Petey hit the surface. Petey begins to sink as Lance comes up for air. Lance has finally begun to recover and notices Petey sinking below the surface. He shakes his head in annoyance and dives down to grab Petey and pull him back up. Lance goes back to the ring and tosses Petey over the railing with ease. Lance climbs over once again and picks up Petey under his arm. Lance rolls Petey under the ropes and slides back in. Lance grabs a limp Petey and lifts him into the air by the back of his neck. He holds him up for the crowd to see. Petey starts to come too while Lance is holding him up. He begins to notice where he is but plays possum not wanting Lance to realize he’s come to.

Lance tosses Petey behind himself and walks toward the ropes roaring to the crowd. Petey lands on his feet and runs the ropes returning with a running dropkick to the back of Lance’s knee. Lance falls down catching himself by his good knee. He reaches for the prone Petey who rolls out of the way then lands a hard kick to the side of Williams’s head. Williams stumbles backwards and rolls to his feet. Lance leans against the ropes as Petey rises to his feet as well and runs at Lance with another running dropkick. Lance bounces off the ropes and lands face first on the mat. Petey walks around to the upper part of Lance’s body. He looks to the right, then to the left. He points his fingers as he crosses his arms back and forth. Petey runs to the ropes and bounces off jumping over Lance’s head as he rebounds off the other rope as well. Once he returns to Lance once again he stops gesturing to the crowd before dropping the Lil’ Petey’s Elbow on the back of Lance’s neck. Lance crutches the back of his head as he rolls over. Petey goes for the cover using both hands to lift one of his massive opponents legs.

ALARA ADAMS: LIL’ PETEY’S ELBOW! This could be it!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This could be it!

ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!

Lance sits up with Petey in his arms. Lance is furious now as he rises to his feet. With Petey in his arms, Lance charges across the ring slamming Petey into the turnbuckles. Lance begins to slam Petey into each turnbuckle until eventually finding himself in the center of the ring. Lance launches Petey into the air catching him in a torture rack postion.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Lance is looking for that Torture Bomb!

Lance wretches on the torture rack a few times as Petey slowly begins to fade. Finally Lance launches Petey into the air. Petey at the last second reacts over rotating and LANDING THE MP3! He slams Lance to the mat with the airborne cutter! Petey sits up and looks at Lance and then to the crowd. Petey rolls lance onto his back but he doesn’t cover. Petey looks uncharacteristically serious as he gets to his feet and marches to the corner. Petey climbs to the top and nods his head as he looks around the distant crowd. Petey launches off the turnbuckle AND LANDS THE FREAKY BOMB!

ALARA ADAMS: PETEY WITH HIS SIGNATURE SWANTON BOMB!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s going for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner, THE DRIP SENSATION, LIL’ PEEETTTTEEEEYYYYYYYY!!!!

Petey rolls off of Lance who remains motionless as Petey exits the ring. Petey dances up the ramp as “oops!!!” plays through the speakers surrounding the ring. When Petey gets to the top of the ramp he calls out for a microphone. Lance starts to recover, sitting up and holding his head. A stagehand gives Petey a live microphone as his theme music dies down.

LIL PETEY: Ayo, Lance! That’s just how we do on Fallout, ya’ feel me? After that performance though, I’m not so sure we got room for chumps like you here so I only got one thing to say…

Lance begins to shake his head shouting up the ramp at Petey.

LIL PETEY: You’re fired my guy! Get humbled, homie…

Petey drops the microphone and points to the crowd as Lance starts destroying the ring, eventually being escorted out of the ring by an army of security as the crowd celebrates and sings.

Na na na na! Na na na na! Hey, hey, hey! GOODBYE!
Na na na na! Na na na na! Hey, hey, hey! GOODBYE!
Na na na na! Na na na na! Hey, hey, hey! GOODBYE!
Na na na na! Na na na na! Hey, hey, hey! GOODBYE!

The last we see of Lance is him being dragged away by twenty guards through the curtain.



We go backstage where a freshly painted Angelo Caito is making his way through the hall with a purpose. Caito brushes his hair back and picks at his teeth grimacing all the while. As he turns the corner he is startled by a puppy dog eyed Percival Burque who is holding his hands behind his back. Caito is slightly startled at first but regains his composure almost immediately.

CAITO: What the fuck? Get outta my way. I don’t care if you're stuck in a wheelchair or my new “boss.” After the shit you pulled last Fallout I should beat you senseless.

Caito tries to step around Ratman but Percy rolls in his way to make sure he has his chance to talk to Caito.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Woah there friend! I just wanted to catch you to let you know that I meant nothing by what happened last week. You see I’m new here and…

Before Ratman can finish Caito picks him up and pins him to the wall as he shoves his face against the cold brick.

CAITO: Listen here you Rat! I don’t have time to play your games. You wanna torment me? Make me sicker than I already am? Fine. Just don’t call me “friend.”

Caito releases Percival who is trying to make sure he doesn’t escalate the situation any further.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I just wanted to say I didn’t know! About your past I mean… I didn’t even make the stipulation! I just named the match.

CAITO: I don’t care what intentions you had. You’re next on my hit list, but first, I have some business to settle.

Caito begins to walk down the hall leaving a conflicted Ratman behind.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I got you a gift!

Caito stops and slowly turns. The danger can be sensed in the air as Ratman pulls the painted brick from behind his back. He displays and holds it out for Caito to take. It looks like a kindergarteners project and has Ratman and Caito standing together with big smiles. Caito takes a few steps back toward Ratman and takes the brick. Caito inspects the brick and begins to nod.

CAITO: A brick… so original.

Caito spikes the brick causing it to shatter into pieces.

CAITO: That was the old Angelo Caito! The whole brick thing? It’s over! Now leave me the fuck alone before I start wishing I would’ve used your face instead of the floor to smash that useless shit you call a gift!

Caito storms off leaving Ratman alone in the hall.

CAITO: I got places to be and events to disrupt!

The camera follows Caito as he walks down the hall leaving an unsuccessful Ratman.



After watching the unsuccessful attempt by Ratman to secure a friendship with Angelo Caito, we cut to the beach in front of the Paradise Beachfront and Nightlife. A large tourist attraction called ‘the rock’, protrudes from the sand, looking out over the beautiful ocean water. Lanterns are lit, forming a path from the sand to the top of the rock, where there is a small white archway and a Pastor standing under it. Dressed in gray dress pants and a light blue short-sleeved shirt, the white-haired pastor stands there calmly with a bible in his hands. Standing directly in front of him is the groom, Arik Holt, dressed in a black tux, with a black dress shirt underneath, and no tie.

Down on the beach, are chairs set up and filled, by many guests. Some known, some unknown, some who just wandered down the beach and took a seat to watch the festivities. Small speakers sit at the edge of the rock, so the words of the participants can be heard by the crowd.

A small hut had been set up not too far behind the crowd, so that the bride could get ready.

The quiet murmuring of the crowd quickly hushes down as the bridal march begins to play softly through the speakers as the curtain of the hut slowly opens. Dressed in a beautiful form fitting white dress, Savannah Andrews steps out of the hut. Walking behind her holding up the back of her dress is Billy Bennett, dressed in a green dress herself. It’s obvious as she walks, that the dress is HIGHLY uncomfortable for Billy.

The onlookers quickly stand to their feet as Savannah makes her way past them, up the lit path, onto the rock, then finally stopping in front of Arik Holt.

PASTOR: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to join Arik Thomas Holt and Savannah Marie Andrews in the eyes of God and the world.


ARIK HOLT: Pastor, I apologize. But currently in that hotel behind us…there are many people who hate me and would love nothing more than to destroy this beautiful day for this beautiful woman. I ask that we cut out all the chitter-chatter, say our vows, and get to the important part.

PASTOR: I understand my son. Ms. Bennett, I’m told you have the rings?

Billy steps up between Arik and Savannah, handing the loose rings to the Pastor. As she turns to walk away, she stops and looks at Savannah for an extra long moment…before stepping behind her once again.

The Pastor hands Savannah Arik’s wedding ring. She takes his left hand and lifts it up.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS I, Savannah Marie Andrews, take you, Arik Thomas Holt, for my … um … lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in SICKNESS and in health, until death do us part. I will love and … honor you all the days of my life.

Savannah slides the ring onto Arik’s finger. There is a moment to reflect as Arik looks at the ring on his finger and Savannah takes the moment to glance back at Billy. The Pastor hands Arik Savannah’s wedding ring. Arik takes Savannah’s left hand and lifts it up, causing her to turn her attention back to him..

ARIK HOLT: Savannah, Marie Andrews…I have LOVED you since the moment I met you. I made it my mission to not only give you everything you’ve ever needed, but everything you’ve ever wanted. I wanted to take you away from the pain I saw in your life, the hatred I saw aimed your way. I wanted to whisk you off your feet and show you the life that you SHOULD have.

The tears begin to swell in Savannah’s eyes.

ARIK HOLT: Yes, our path has had many twists and turns. It’s had its horror moments, it’s had it’s times of distress, and it’s dirty little secrets. But in the end, I stand before you, ready to be the man you want…the man you deserve. And I will spend the rest of my life making you, and our family, the luckiest people alive…because in this moment, you’ve made me just that…the luckiest MAN alive. So with this ring…

Arik slides the ring completely onto Savannah’s hand.

ARIK HOLT: …with this ring, I take you to be my lawfully wedded wife. I will be here to help you through our lows, our highs, and everywhere in between. You are my everything…and I can’t wait to be yours for as long as we both shall live.

Tears stream down Savannah’s face.

PASTOR: Then by the power invested in me by the State of Pennsylvania and the good Lord above…I now pronounce you husband…and-

ANGELO CAITO: WHEN DO I GET TO STATE MY OBJECTION?

ARIK HOLT: Jesus fucking Christ…

Everyone turns to see Angelo Caito walking up the lit path, a roll of barbed wire wrapped around his right hand and arm.

ARIK HOLT: Finish Pastor.

PASTOR: But son…

Arik turns to look at the Pastor, a look of pure hatred on his face.

ARIK HOLT: I SAID FINISH!!!

PASTOR: I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.

Arik leans in and catches Savannah off guard as he kisses her gently. He pulls away and looks her in her wide eyes.

ARIK HOLT: Hello Ms. Savannah Holt. If you please excuse me, I have an idiot to dispense.

Arik looks over Savannah’s shoulder, at Billy…who looks just as angry as him.

ARIK HOLT: Billy, please watch over my wife.

BILLY BENNETT: Can’ I rip this’n apart?

ARIK HOLT: Not this time, Billy. This one is mine.

Arik quickly removes his jacket and unbuttons the top button of his dress shirt.



Arik slowly walked down the lit path towards Angelo, his suit jacket in hand. One of the guests at the wedding stood up and removed their shirt to reveal a ref shirt.

*DING, DING, DING*

ANGELO CAITO: Hope you enjoyed that little freak show you just put on. Because after we’re done, I’ll make sure you have just enough life in you to watch as I bury your wife and her little girlfriend.

ARIK HOLT: You people are hilarious. You walk around acting tough like I should be scared of you.

Arik gets down to Angelo, who swings a barbed-wire covered right hook at the newly married man. Instead of backing away from it, Holt uses his jacket to catch Caito’s swing and quickly wraps it around the barbed wire.

ARIK HOLT: But I’m not stuck here with you…you’re STUCK HERE WITH ME!!!

Pulling his head back, Arik lunges forward and cracks Angelo in the face with a visious head-butt that instantly makes Caito’s right nostril start to bleed. And with Caito caught off guard and still partially wrapped in the coat, Arik pivots slightly and uses the leverage of now being lower on the rock than Angelo, WHIPS him off into the sand. Angelo lands hard on the ground, but is quickly up to one knee and smiling fiendishly through the blood that is pouring from his nose.

ALARA ADAMS: Well this caught us a little off guard.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This match was supposed to happen after a commercial and after some other stuff, so we could get ready and get these two down to the Weddings Cancun Marina, about ten minutes up the road from here. You know…in a WEDDING CHAPEL…where WEDDING CHAPEL MATCHES HAPPEN!

ALARA ADAMS: I guess Angelo was growing impatient. Plus technically, isn’t this a wedding chapel? I mean, Sav and Arik just got married on the rock and there is part of the next door parking lot set up for an outside reception. You should try the Pastel de Almedra. Fucking delicious!

Back to the action as we see Angelo grab Arik Holt by the neck, side-step and TOSS him over the wall of the near-by Carisa y Palma, into their pool area. Fans who had gathered to peak over the wall at both the wedding festivities and Fallout festivities net door, scattered across the back area as Arik landed on the ground outside the pool.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Arik seems to be grabbing that right shoulder in pain.

Angelo climbs up onto the wall and JUMPS…BUT ARIK MOVES AND ANGELO’S ATTEMPTED LEG DROP MEETS NOTHING BUT EARTH! Arik quickly to his feet, grabs, grabs a near-by table to stabilize himself. Angelo in a rage, jumps up and charges Arik. Angelo swings…BUT ARIK TURNS AROUND WITH A METAL DRINK TRAY AND ANGELO CRACKS HIS FIST ON THE TRAY!!! Caito grabs his hand in pain, but is quickly distracted when Arik lifts the tray and SLAMS it on Caito’s forehead! And again! AND AGAIN!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Angelo’s eyebrow is starting to split.

Arik goes to swing again, but Angeo side steps it and grabs Arik by the arm…AND WHIPS HIM INTO THE POOL!!! Without hesitation, Angelo runs and jumps into the pool, trying to land on Arik himself. Although he misses, Angelo presses his barbed-wire covered arm, which has managed to shred through some of the jacket, against Arik’s face while it is underwater. The water begins to turn red as the blood begins to seep from Holt’s fresh wounds.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He is trying to DROWN him!

Then suddenly Angelo stops all-together. Arik emerges from the water, but his arm is still under water with a handful of Angelo’s nuts.

ALARA ADAMS: BAD FORM, ARIK!!!

Arik leads Angelo over to the edge of the pool, before grabbing a half-full beer glass that is sitting on the edge…AND SHATTERS IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF ANGELO’S HEAD! Finally letting go as Angelo worries more about the fresh cuts on the side of his head, than Arik, Holt climbs up out of the pool and goes looking for a towel.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That is a lot of blood coming from Angelo’s head. They are definitely going to have to get that pool cleaned out. He is slowly pulling himself out of the pool, but leaving a trail of blood.

While Angelo is doing his thing, Arik finally finds an area with towels by the exit gate. AND HERE COMES ANGELO CAITO…SPEARING ARIK HOLT THROUGH THE GATE TO THE PARKING LOT!!! Arik tries to grab the back of his head in pain, but Angelo continues to drive that barbed-wire covered forearm into the face of his former General Manager. Once Arik stops moving, Angelo finally stands to his feet and starts looking around…before finally seeing the reception area. Plates of food, tables, chairs, and utensils all litter the tennis-court area in front of the Carisa y Palma. He grabs Arik and drags his unconscious body across the parking lot..into the cage-surrounded tennis court and into the middle of the open court area between the reception tables.

ANGELO CAITO: I’m going to gut you like a fish.

Angelo looked over the food and over all the plates and silverware…before finding a nice sized knife. He picked it up and turned around…

ALARA ADAMS: ARIK HOLT OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A KNIFE OF HIS OWN…STRAIGHT INTO ANGELO’S GUT!!!

Arik smirks and leans in to within inches of Caito’s face.

ARIK HOLT: Always come prepared, Angelo. Only fools have to go LOOKING for a knife.

Before Arik can say another word, Angelo jams HIS knife into Arik’s side.

ANGELO CAITO: And only…fucking idiots…need to gloat.

Angelo pulls the knife out and tries to stab Arik in the neck, but Holt ducks under it. And with Angelo’s momentum, uses it TO BACKBODY DROP CAITO THROUGH A TABLE!!! Food and dishware go flying everywhere. As we focus on Angelo, Arik limps off, grabbing as the knife-wound in his side.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Where is that douche-nozzle going?

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t know. But right now, I’m more worried about the knife that is still in Angelo’s gut.

Angelo climbs out of the wreckage, touching the knife that is still in him. He gasps at the pain as he quickly moves his hand away and begins to stumble out of the tennis court.

KAYDEN ELLIS: ANGELO CAITO JUST GOT HIT BY A CAR!!! HE IS STILL ON THE HOOD!!! IT JUST CRASHED THROUGH THE FRONT GATES…CROSSED THE STREET…AND SLAMMED INTO THE FLEA MARKET ACROSS THE WAY!!!

Smoke billows from the hood of the car as Angelo falls off the hood of the car onto the sidewalk. The door to the car opens and out stumbles Arik Holt. The color is slightly draining from his face, from the multiple bleeding gashes and the constantly bleeding knife wound in his side. Using the car to support himself, he walks along the outline of the car…to Angelo’s unconscious body. The ref from early finally comes into view as Arik drops down onto his knees, then places a hand on Angelo’s chest…looking up at the ref.

ARIK HOLT: Count…now.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

*DING, DING, DING*

ALARA ADAMS: And the winner of our match, Arik Holt! But someone better get the medics to these two. They are both covered in an unhealthy amount of a mixture of each other’s blood.







The Good Friendship Song plays, as Mr. Wright walks to the ring, accompanied by Candi Cain who skips alongside him.

CLARA OLSON: Making his way to the ring first, he is the Playhouse Champion… MISTER WRIGHT!!

The lights in the arena dim completely down as Antagonist by Nova Twins begins to blast throughout the arena, a sudden and bright white spotlight beams down at the top of the entrance ramp. Alyssa Grace steps out into the spotlight, a bright smile on her face, clearly full of energy. After taking a moment to soak in the reaction from the crowd, she pumps one first into the air and turns that into a two finger salute, setting off a series of brightly coloured pyrotechnics beside and behind her.

CLARA OLSON: And his partner, she is The Crimson Combatant, ALYSSA GRACE!

Dropping her arm back to her side, she confidently struts down the ramp, slapping hands with the audience, doing her best to interact with as many people as she possibly can. Before she slides into the ring, she searches for a member of the audience at ringside and approaches them, taking her leather jacket off and giving it to them to keep. Alyssa hops up onto the apron and leans against the ropes, taking in the atmosphere in one final time before doing the standard rock ‘n’ roll salute, index finger up, middle fingers down, pinky up and thumb in, she then enters the ring and immediately heads towards the top turnbuckle, perching herself on it, bowing her head ever so slightly and smirking as her music fades out.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The current Playhouse Champion and the #1 Contender for the belt; definitely an interesting dynamic.

"BFG Division 2020" plays out through the arena speakers as Michael Bishop and Elizabeth Karlson make their way out from backstage.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents, the number one contenders for the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships, Micheal Bishop, Liz Karlson, B. F. G. DIVISION!!!!

They storm the ring, stepping in and immediately sizing up their opponents, not waiting for anything further in terms of pageantry.

KAYDEN ELLIS: As usual, absolutely no nonsense from the brand’s hot new team, BFG Division.

ALARA ADAMS: Though they’ve only had one match together in Project: Honor, it was obvious from their performance that they’re a force to be reckoned with in what had become a stagnant tag division.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Most great tag-teams are one of two types. The kind who work amazingly well together, and compliment the others’ weaknesses… Then you have the teams team composed of two talented singles competitors who can overwhelm their opponents with individual ability.

ALARA ADAMS: Seems to me BFG might be the rare case where it’s a bit of both, but taken on their own Karlson and Bishop have both proven themselves in singles competition back in the OWA.

As the commentators speak, Liz and Bishop seem to decide that the latter will begin the match for them. On the other side of the ring, it seems there’s a disagreement between Alyssa and Mr. Wright, with both of them thinking they’re the best choice to start the bout. Finally, Alyssa seems to relent - with a scowl on her face - and climb between the ropes to take up her spot on the apron.

DING! DING! DING!

Rather than rush into action as soon as the bell rings, both competitors hang back; Mr. Wright stands firm, offering a cheerful wave to Bishop, who looks skeptically back at him. Despite the goofy appearance and mannerisms of the larger man, it’s clear that Bishop is too smart to be lulled into a false sense of security as some might. He approaches cautiously, keen eyes watching for any hint of movement from his opponent as he sizes Wright up.

Testing his opponent’s defenses, Bishop kicks out to hit him in the side of the leg once, twice, three times, narrowing his eyes when Wright doesn’t move to defend himself or strike back. Suddenly, there’s a shout from his side of the ring, as Liz leans over the ropes to offer some encouragement to her partner.

LIZ KARLSON: C’mon! Fucking hit him!

Her voice seems to capture Bishop’s attention for a split-second, his eyes darting away from Wright for less than a moment… and suddenly, he strikes. One giant hand moves through the air, as Wright attempts to grab Bishop by the throat.

But Bishop reacts in a flash, stepping towards Wright and planting an elbow strike into the bridge of his nose; it’s brutal enough to actually drive the infamously resilient Wright back several steps. Moving forward, Bishop spins on his heels to strike his opponent with a spinning back fist, following it up quickly with a thrust kick to the gut that staggers Wright. He finishes the combination with a bicycle knee that manages to reach the larger man’s chin, snapping his head back.

Wright is no longer smiling, his goofy expression replaced with a frown as he lunges forward to nail Bishop with a surprise headbutt. They begin exchanging blows, Wright’s slower attacks largely evaded by the expert defense of Bishop, who seems to have no issue landing strikes although Wright is able to weather the blows.

Bishop manages to stagger his opponent again with several forearms to the face, this time moving in to plant a rising knee to the man’s gut. Wright is ready for him, wrapping both arms around Bishop’s torso and effortlessly hurling him into the air with a release belly-to-belly suplex.

Both men are quickly getting back to their feet, and Bishop looks ready to charge back at his opponent when he’s stopped by a whistle from his partner Liz. She reaches over the ropes, clearly eager to have a go at the giant who stands across the ring from them. Bishop steps over to tag Liz in, as she climbs between the ropes and takes up an MMA stance opposite Wright.

ALYSSA GRACE: Hey!

This time it’s Alyssa’s turn to shout and get her partner’s attention, with Wright turning around to find her reaching out her hand for a tag. He doesn’t look too happy about it, but he stomps over to his corner nonetheless.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Alyssa wants to make sure Wright isn’t up against a fresh opponent!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Probably smart; but it looks like Mr. Wright is taking some offense to this! Almost like he doesn’t want to share the fun.

Rather than tag Alyssa in traditionally, Wright grabs her hand between both of his in a warm, overly familiar embrace. Alyssa looks noticeably creeped out, but shakes it off and takes Wright’s place in the ring after yanking her hand free from his grip.

Alyssa and Liz step towards each other, just out of arm’s reach as they circle. Liz shuffles and hops on the balls of her feet like an expert striker or boxer, as Alyssa maintains a more traditional wrestling stance, looking for a way to get inside Karlson’s striking zone.

Liz makes the first move, kicking out with one leg at Alyssa’s side. The redhead reacts quickly, trapping that leg under her arm; but rather than look concerned, there’s a small smirk visible on Liz’s face as she hops a half-step forward on one leg to strike Alyssa with a forearm blow to the chin.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Liz was just baiting Alyssa with that kick, looking to get her to commit to defense before striking!

Liz hits a second forearm strike, then goes for a third before Alyssa - still holding her opponent’s leg under her arm - executes a quick Dragon Screw that sends Liz to the mat. The expert striker quickly rolls back to her feet, standing up just as Alyssa does. Neither of them bother to wait and size the other up this time, rushing towards each other.

Alyssa ducks a haymaker from Liz, moving behind her to grab her for a German Suplex. Before she can lift her opponent off the ground, Alyssa is caught in the face by a back elbow strike from Liz. She holds on tight, preparing for another attempt at the Suplex; this is similarly interrupted by another elbow that breaks Alyssa’s grip on Liz’s waist.

Using this opportunity to turn and face Alyssa, Liz grabs her wrist and attempts to whip her into the ropes. It’s reversed by Alyssa, but that reversal is similarly countered by Liz, who tries to turn it into a short-arm clothesline. Alyssa manages to duck under the lariat attempt, grabbing Liz from behind yet again to execute a quick Snapdragon Suplex that plants one half of the BFG Division to the canvas.

Scrambling across the mat, Alyssa covers Liz in a traditional pin as the referee drops down to start the 3-count.

ONE!

Kicking out with enough force to lift Alyssa completely off the mat, the redhead gets back to her feet and fires a glance towards Mr. Wright who stands smiling on the apron in their corner. His eyes twinkle, clearly enjoying watching Liz and Alyssa - the next up in line to challenge for his Championship - tear into each other.

Wright gets tagged in…

KAYDEN ELLIS: A tremendous size difference here!

ALARA ADAMS: And yet, Liz Karlson doesn’t look as intimidated as one might expect! Almost like she’s looking forward to the challenge posed by her massive opponent!

Liz doesn’t hesitate to run at Wright leaping into the air planting a foot square into the center of Wright's chest. Wright takes a few steps back but stays on his feet to the grievance of Karlson. Liz takes a few steps back then hits Wright with another thrust kick to the abdomen. This time, Wright doesn’t budge and actually advances on Liz lifting her into a torture rack position. Liz begins to strike at Wright with everything she has, causing the larger man to release the hold allowing her to drop to the ground. Liz runs forward and bounces off the ropes and leaps into Wright from behind knees first using her momentum to take the friendliest face on the roster to a kneeling position. Liz now turns 90 degrees and hits the ropes once more, hitting Wright with a running boot to the head.

ALARA ADAMS: Has someone finally taken Wright off his feet in this match?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Not just yet! Look!

Just as it looks like Wright's face is about to hit the mat, he catches himself just in time. Liz gets to her feet first, not acting on the downed Wright seemingly disturbed by the man's resilience, his ability to endure… punishment… Liz tags in Bishop but stays in the ring as the two both begin to wail on Wright. Candi Cane jumps onto the apron with a pouty face, upset by what she is seeing.

CANDI CANE: Now that’s not how you treat a friend!

Mr. Wright has yet to hit the ground trying to endure the onslaught but stays up just long enough for Alyssa to decide she had to intervene. Alyssa jumps through the ropes and begins to attack Bishop, eventually taking him and herself through the ropes and out of the ring. This allows Wright to focus on fending off just one competitor now. Wright gets back to his feet and as he is coming up he hooks Liz, lifts her, and drops her with an uranage slam. Wright lands ass first on the mat and stays seated as Liz reaches for her back clutching her spine in pain. Wright smiles widely and claps as if he had just won a game of charades.

Meanwhile on the outside Alyssa and Bishop go back and forth with kicks and strikes respectively. The two battle around the ring, occasionally Micheal needing to fall back, sometimes Alyssa. They make their way to the side with Candi Cane who takes the opportunity to sneak up behind Bishop covering his eyes playfully. Surprised by the sudden interruption, Bishop temporarily stops defending himself. When Candi lets go he only has half a second to respond before taking a face full of foot as Grace leaps forward with a superkick. Candi Cane holds her agape jaw feigning shock to the kick. Alyssa grabs Bishop, lifting him off the ground and rolls him into the ring. She gets up on the apron back into her corner.

Wright notices the downed legal opponent in his corner and begins to make his way over ready to wrap up his playdate. Just as he is about to lift Bishop to his feet Alyssa tags herself in and steps through the ropes. For a split second Mr. Wright’s smile vanishes but immediately comes back as he looks to his tag partner and future opponent. He smiles and drops Bishop back to the ground holding out his arms seemingly asking his partner for Ultimate Friendship. A hug.

ALARA ADAMS: Not the time to be looking for a hug. They have the win in sight!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Something feels off about this, I don’t like this.

Alyssa begrudgingly accepts almost hover hugging Wright. Suddenly Wright pushes backward over his knee as he stares into her eyes. Wright pulls her back spinning around driving her face directly into the mat!

ALARA ADAMS: LAST WRIGHTS!

Mr. Wright rolls out of the ring and gives a hardy laugh. Candi Cane rushes up to give Wright a proper hug as the two begin to exit back up the ramp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It looks as though Mr. Wright was done having fun with Alyssa.

Bishop and Liz recover and make their way to the groggy Crimson Combatant. Liz makes her way to the far corner of the ring allowing Bishop to lift Alyssa to her feet. He hooks the unconscious woman’s arm around his neck and lifts her into the air. As he begins to drop her with the ‘Deballatio’ Jackhammer Liz rushes in landing a running knee to the back of her head. Alyssa hits the mat hard while Bishop stays on top for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners, Micheal Bishop and Liz Karlson, THE BFG DIVISION!

The two don’t have long to celebrate as music can be heard through the speakers. "Badstreet USA" by Crossfyre begins to play as the recently crowned champions, Kyle Valentine and DJ Hunter take to the stage with the titles over their shoulders. The pair clap mockingly, making light of their opponents. Bishop and Liz stand stoically at the ropes. Liz even holds the ropes open inviting the two down to the ring. Valentine wags his finger then points to his wrist. It is not yet time for their match.

ALARA ADAMS: While it looks like Bishop and Liz are ready to do this right here, right now, Kyle and DJ are perfectly content waiting until Public Execution for their match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I can’t blame them. Why rush things when the titles can rest safely in their hands until then.

Kyle and DJ go back through the curtain allowing Bishop and Liz to resume their celebration.



We come back to the stage where the Tyrant’s Throne is empty on stage. The sun continues to set and as it is just about to fully fade, The orange glow becomes brighter as flames shoot off the throne and stage. The flames die down as a red spotlight appears near the curtains. Smoke engulfs the entire stage as “Delusions of Savior” by Slayer hits the PA System as men and women donning face paint crawl out of the smoke and surround the stage for the arrival of ‘their savior’. “Repentless” by Slayer kicks in with strobing red lights, as the stone-faced Havoc slowly steps out of the smoke now seemingly titleless. He surveys the crowd as he walks past each of his disciples. As he passes each of them they reach out their hands as they plead to him for something, but what they plead for is left unknown. He passes each without even the slightest glance. He approaches, turns, and sits in the throne as he looks out to the crowd, his loyal subjects. One of the face-painted disciples approaches and places the Nightmare Tyrant's Crown atop his head. All kneel as the music fades.

Suddenly the lights turn into a signature Fallout green as “Peace that starts the War“ By Wolves at the Gate begins to play. Petey pushes out Ratman to cheers from the crowd who were previously unsure about how to react to the Nightmare Tyrant. In Percval’s arms is a bundle of cloth resembling the shape of a championship belt. A crew member approaches the two and hands each of the a microphone as the music slowly fades away.

LIL PETEY: SPRING BREAKERS!!! I hope we’re all feeling good so far tonight! Now while we got to put the festivities on hold for just a moment I promise it will be good.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Indeed it will, friend Petey! As you can see, our current Ascended Prime champion is here with us in tip top shape, ready for his match tomorrow night for the Legacy Championship!

Petey puts a hand on Percival’s shoulder, as if to interrupt the Ratman.

LIL PETEY: Now wait a minute dawg, I feel like our boy over there looks a little bare. What do you think could possibly be missing?

Ratman shuffles in his chair slightly and looks at Havoc inspecting him as if playing an Ispy puzzle.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I’m not sure, friend Petey. Perhaps it is because he is in his wrestling gear?

Petey shakes his head and turns to the crowd.

LIL PETEY: Nah dawg, I think what my guy, Ratboy, is trying to say is that our boy over here is missing some gold around that waist!

Percy has an expression of shock come over his face as if not realizing what currently lays in his lap.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Ah, yes! You are absolutely right! Now if only there were a way to solve this dilemma…

Both managers ponder for a moment to themselves when one of Havoc’s disciples crawl up to Ratman’s wheelchair and lifts themself up into Ratman’s lap by the armrests.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Woah! Okay um… friend... you’re a little close there.

The painted disciple stares Ratman in the eyes, then slowly their gaze drifts downward to the cloth covered object in Ratman’s lap.

LIL PETEY: Yo, painted freak and Ratboy, let me remind you, while this is a mature show, we still can’t have anything quite that explicit…

The disciple looks up to Petey with a hiss then looks back to the clothed object ripping it away from Ratman. Ratman does not resist holding his hands up, not capable of defending himself while wheelchair bound. The strange person who almost seems possessed, carries the object to the throne and kneels as they hold it up, presenting it to the Nightmare Tyrant. Havoc stands from the throne and grabs the object. He holds the object up with one hand ready to display it to the captivated audience suddenly ripping the cloth away to reveal…



The Ascended Prime Championship.

A slightly uncomfortable Lil Petey pushes Ratman back through the curtain leaving Havoc to his ritualistic-like ceremony. The lights turn red and flames repeatedly shoot off as “Delusions of Savior” begins to play once more. As the show begins to fade, the last thing we see is the painted disciples circle Havoc and repeatedly bow down to their savior, the Nightmare Tyrant, the Ascended Prime Champion, Havoc.

[ OFF CAMERA. ]

The show had come off of the air, the sight from a balcony of one of the hotels that overlooked the beach and the entire show of Fallout, as there was someone leaning against the balcony and looking down at everyone on the beach. They don’t show their face, but as someone enters the hotel room, a voice is heard as a man walks up behind them.

MAN: You asked for someone to see you?

Then, the figure scoffed, visibly shaking their head– but as they spoke, the accent was clear as day and very noticeable. That strong Irish accent of theirs. It could’ve only meant one person. Their head turned to glance at who it was behind them, and their face was revealed– it was the entity himself, Jason Long. The man’s blood ran cold, he never expected to have seen him around here. Not this soon anyway.

JASON LONG: I was expecting someone like The Ratman or even Petey themselves, I guess they’re a bit too busy as it is, eh? A shame really, I had hoped to have met them personally. Would’ve been a nice time to meet my new bosses before the inevitable, you know?

MAN: The inevitable? I’m… I’m sorry, you’ve lost me there. What do you mean by the inevitable?

Jason smiled, chuckling to himself, as he brought himself closer to the man in the room with him– coming off of the balcony and back inside of the hotel room.

JASON LONG: Oh, my dear boy, you’ve no idea why they’ve brought you here now, do you?

MAN: I was just told someone was asking to see someone higher up but they’ve sent me instead, I guess I’m the messenger in this whole situation—

The entity brought his finger onto the man’s lips, shushing him as he did.

JASON LONG: I asked for someone because I wanted to discuss how things are going to be from now on, because I’ve got some good business to continue as it is here on Fallout and I’d rather not just have ended things with me vanishing into the night without a trace and without anyone knowing where I went. You see, I’ve still got some unfinished business to be taking care of around here– whilst True Society might as well be dead and scattered all over the place, it’s my duty to take back some things that were taken from Jason’s possessions. And as things stand right now? There’s a brand new championship that used to belong to me, the Ascended Prime Championship. And if my memory corrected me, Jason once owned a Prime Championship match at some point. Sure you could say that it was used for the Golden Rules match but me? No, I don’t believe in that. Jason is still owed that match in my head.

MAN: I don’t think they could do that for you–

JASON LONG: And I’m most certainly not done there, because there’s two others that I want to get my fuckin’ hands on for what they did at The Crowning. Savannah Andrews and Billy Bennett. Those two little fuckin’ shits need to have been taught a valuable lesson after what they did to – not only Alyssa Grace – but to me. And speaking of which, Alyssa Grace is also on that fuckin’ hit list of names. I might have saved her from impending doom at The Crowning but I have not forgotten what she did to me. And then, the last name on the hit list. A very special place they’ve got on that fuckin’ list, my friend. Do you know who it might be?

The man shook his head, slowly taking a few steps back and closer to the door.

JASON LONG: Arik Holt.

Just even mentioning his name made the entity grit his teeth a little, but he was soon able to calm himself down and take a deep breath. The entity had noticed the man getting closer and closer to the door the more that he was speaking, and with some inhuman-like speed, he was able to reach over for him and grab a hold of the man by the neck. The man began to struggle and was choking, the grip only getting tighter and tighter the more that he struggled.

JASON LONG: I want you to make this very fuckin’ clear to everyone down there, okay? I want you to tell every single one of those names that there’s a evil fuckin’ man that wants to hunt them down and make them bleed for every single thing that they’ve done to me. That they’ve done to Jason Long. And I want you to make sure that the message is clear—in two weeks, at the next Fallout showing?

A slight pause from the entity as he looked down onto everyone on the beach, and then back towards the man he’s got a hold of, cocking an evil grin on his face.

JASON LONG: Yeah, I’m thinking I’m fuckin’ back. And I am back for fuckin’ blood, but– why wait? Let’s begin the bloodshed tonight, shall we?!

The entity began to laugh twistedly, still gripping onto the man’s throat tightly but soon enough? He grabs a hold of him and throws him over the balcony, sending him crashing down twelve flights and down onto the cold concrete below. As he looked over the balcony to see where the man had landed, he could see everyone surrounding the man as his blood poured from his head and onto the concrete below him. People began to look up from where he fell but that’s when the entity popped his head back in. The entity laughed, walking back into the hotel room and knowing that there’s going to be a mob of people looking to storm this room that he’s in. He brought his hand up to head height and then snapped his fingers, and within a flash — much like we’ve seen so many times before — he vanished into thin air, and left the room emptied.