PUBLIC EXECUTION II RESULTS

The camera pans into the ring, where both competitors for the pre-show dark match await. In one corner is the newcomer Zero, bouncing lightly on the balls of their feet as they throw a practice roundhouse kick, and in the other is Cal Culus of the tag team Advanced Mathematics. His partner Trig O’Nometry paces at ringside and shouts encouragement in the form of long-winded math equations.

DING! DING! DING!

Cal charges forward with a clothesline attempt, but Zero ducks under the arm and leaps up to hit Cal in the back of the head with a Gamengiri. Cal goes stumbling forward, falling onto his knees with his upper body resting over the second rope.

Zero rebounds off the opposite ropes before running back and hitting Cal with a Tiger Feint Kick. Leaping up onto the ropes, Zero hits their fallen opponent with a Springboard Moonsault.

As this one-sided match progresses, a large man begins to walk down the entrance ramp. His allegiance is obvious by the ‘Advanced Mathematics’ baseball jersey he wears. On the back is the name ‘Al Gebra’ with the formula ‘a2 – b2 = (a – b)(a + b)’ underneath it. He walks up to Trig and begins to whisper in his ear, pointing in the ring as Zero whips Cal into the ropes.

Zero follows running after their opponent, but the moment Cal approaches the ropes, Al Gebra grabs his legs and pulls him outside the ring. Trig does the same to Zero, yanking their legs under the bottom ropes and immediately beginning to hit them with forearm blows to the chest and head.

The referee, meanwhile, begins to start calling out the ten count.

Zero begins to strike back, kicking Trig in the ribs as Cal finishes recovering from the non-stop offense he’s been on the receiving end of during this brief match. Al and Cal then step forward to help their partner with the fiery newcomer, grabbing Zero’s arms and pinning them to the side of the apron.

Trig takes this opportunity to throw haymakers into Zero’s stomach; but despite the size difference, the Fallout newcomer seems to absorb the blows well. As the referee’s count reaches ‘six’, Zero leaps up and aims a kick at the side of Trig’s head before he can throw his next punch.

This sends the large man stumbling to the side, as Zero manages to break free from the iron grip of the other two; but rather than slide back into the ring, they run forward and aim a dropkick at Cal’s chest that sends him flying backwards into the ringside barricade.

Meanwhile, back in the ring the referee lifts both hands into the air as he shouts:

‘TEN!’

DING! DING! DING!

Glancing back at the referee, Zero looks somewhat upset with the result. Turning back to the trio of wrestlers that make up Advanced Mathematics, Zero looks - for a moment - like they’re considering charging in to attack.

Apparently, Zero thinks better of it, shaking their head at Cal, Trig and Al before moving around ringside and walking up the ramp to the backstage area.

Advanced Mathematics - including their newest member - take a bit longer to fully recover, but soon follow their opponent backstage.







As the distortion begins to play from the theme of Public Execution, “I am Damnation” by Bleed from Within, we cut to a video of Havoc who is standing on a wooden platform with his hands bound. His head is twisting and contorting with the Ascended Prime Championship in his hands. Behind him someone in an executioner's mask stands holding a lever in their hand. A noose is lightly wrapped around Havoc’s neck as he stands. We switch to a video of Billy Bennett happily being strapped to an electric chair by a similarly masked individual. Finally we see Lil' Petey tied to a stake as wood is being stacked around him, also by a masked individual.

♫They can't keep dragging us down
We fought tooth and nail to get here
No, they can't keep dragging us down
We are the ones they fear♫

In each scene we see members of the Fallout and Proving Ground roster attend the planned executions. At Havoc’s hanging, we see Tate Selby, Alyssa Grace, BFG Division and Andrei Sokolov. For Billy’s execution we see Mister Wright, Jason Long, Henry Lee Hyde, and Latoya Hixx. Lastly at Petey’s burning, we see The Phantom Troupe, Yuriko Toyama, Earl Boyde, Zero, and Advanced Mathematics.

♫They can't keep dragging us down
We fought tooth and nail to get here
No, they can't keep dragging us down
We are the ones they fear♫

We switch to a scene where all three of the masked figures are in frames, side by side. At the same time they remove their masks revealing themselves to be Mark Hunter, Brandon Hendrix, and Arik Holt.

♫Fight it!♫

As the guitar riff plays in rapid motion we cut between the three scenes as Arik Holt ignites the pyre beneath Petey’s feet, Brandon flipping a switch that allows the electric chair containing billy to turn on, and Mark Hunter pulls down the lever that releases the floor beneath Havoc dropping him in his gallows. The three all survive with Petey becoming the fire itself as he moves to the beat of the music, Billy finding pleasure in the electricity running through her body , and Havoc dangling from the rope by his neck as he looks around to the audience below him.

We change to rotating black and white clips of Earl Boyde, Andrei Sokolov, and Latoya Hixx with a grungy red border. Each of them get turns on screen as they hit their signature moves onto blood-soaked figures, Boyde hitting a Redfeather Special, Latoya Hixx locking in her Cripple Crossface, and finally Andrei Sokolov using the From Russia with no Love. Then we see all three of them surrounding a man in a chair whose head is entirely wrapped in duct tape, leaking a red substance. Now we see rotating clips of Henry Lee Hyde and Yuriko Toyama. Hyde on his path of destruction finishing up with him hitting the H2O on an already bloody opponent, followed by Yuriko in her tumultuous journey to get here, locking in the Bermuda Triangle Choke on an equally bloody figure. We switch to the two of them staring face to face, head to head. Just before the two start coming to blows it cuts an image of the Gatekeeper Championship.

♫Back again, once more round the sun still breathing
You know you'll never see the end of this
There's a grave with your name I'm still digging
I've seen the sins, you made the list♫

We now view clips of Phantom Troupe and BFG Division as the two teams attempt to one up each other. Phantom Troupe expertly dissect their not nearly as coordinated opponents eventually hitting a Gran Rey Cero to finish off their victims. BFG Division take a different approach, simply brutalizing their opponents into submission eventually hitting their BFG 10K. Finally we see the two teams charging at one another with the tag team titles sitting neatly between them.

♫So be careful what you say to me
Because I've got no limits
Just an axe to grind
True spirit like this is hard to find♫

The video cuts back to the execution scenes where we see Petey walk out of the fire towards Arik Holt who stands his ground as he pulls a large knife from his executioner's robe, Billy breaking the restraints on her chair and standing up fully recharged as Brandon Hendrix picks up a nearby chair, and Havoc reaching for and grabbing the rope slowly pulling himself back up onto the wooden platform as Mark Hunter picks up Havoc's bat.

♫We were taught to believe
They put a price on our dreams
I'm sick of it all
In front of us
A statue of trust
Yet still I fear the worst♫

The screen goes black just before Havoc, Billy, and Petey's face all come onto the screen as they scream along with the song.

♫For I am damnation!♫

While the riff plays once again, we see the audience of each execution begin to mosh and brawl amongst themselves. The various roster members in the crowd dominate the many faceless individuals around them.

Next we see clips of the new fast rising talent Tate Selby and the feared Project: Honor Veteran Jason Long. Tate takes each challenger of increasing difficulty on barely breaking a sweat as he takes each one down until hitting The Lone Driver. We then see Jason keeping other talent down as the Entity brutalizes each of his challengers eventually hitting The Vanity Killer. The two then come together slowly approaching and neither backing down until they butt heads in the center of the frame.

♫Incompetent, the way I used to view myself
But now I see the world for the way it is
So here I stand before you all
With a point to prove
And nothing to lose♫

Now Mister Wright and Alyssa Grace are on screen as the two unlikely rivals size each other up. We get clips of the mysteriously happy and violent Wright as he dispatches smaller foes eventually hitting Last Wrights on a foe most would think is too large to manhandle. Now we get clips of the far smaller but unrelenting Alyssa Grace as she scratches and claws her way into the Project: Honor title scene. This comes to a head when Alyssa hits the No Happy Endings on an unsuspecting foe. Alyssa then finds herself in a dark room as Mister Wright Looms over her with the Playhouse Championship.

♫So be careful what you say to me
Because I've got no limits
Just an axe to grind
I found solace in the struggle, a reason to live
Now this is all that's left of me♫

The video rapidly switches between faces of all of the competitors on the show as they all scream along with the song now.

♫Now this is all that's left of me♫

We see previous footage of Lil' Petey and Arik Holt on top of the world leading teams of their own. Clips Big Drip Worldwide and True Society going to war flash on the screen eventually leading to a face off between Lil Petey and Arik Holt. We get a shot of Petey amongst the crowd all partying and having fun until switching to a near identical shot of Arik Holt in a sea of glowing purge masks.

♫It feels like I'm marching to the edge of the Earth
Transcending illusions that have held me for years
Acceptance of the life I've led
Breaking out of my head
This is my world
The kingdom of death♫

We now see a clip of Brandon Hendrix brushing his hair back deep in thought in anticipation of walking through the curtain to face the crowd and earn his opportunity. As the camera goes through the curtains it changes to a clip of Billy Bennett celebrating with her Legacy title making sure everyone knows that she has earned it.

♫They can't keep dragging us down
We fought tooth and nail to get here♫

Lastly we get clips of Havoc and Mark Hunter, first seeing Hunter acknowledge the drowning Havoc who is reaching for help. That is shortly followed by a revitalized Havoc on stage pointing at Mark Hunter who is now keeping his distance from the Tyrant.

♫We were taught to believe
They put a price on our dreams
I'm sick of it all
In front of us
A statue of trust
Yet still I fear the worst♫

The video package goes back to shots of each of the execution crowds fighting.

♫For this is where I belong
For I am damnation♫

The video comes to an end as each of the executioners comes face to face with their intended victims.

♫Fight it♫



The show theme replays as we see a packed arena of 19,169 fans while fireworks shoot off from the PPV set designed to look like a gallows with various nooses hanging about. The crowd are all cheering as the music plays and the camera flies past groups of fans holding signs.

BRANDON’S LEGACY
TICKETS FOR WRIGHTS PLAYHOUSE
RUN BACK TO INDY, MARK
NIGHTMARE TYRANT = SAVIOR
DON’T KILL PETEY![/i]

ALARA ADAMS: Hello everyone and welcome to the second ever Public Execution!

KAYDEN ELLIS: We have a wild night in store for you all! To those of you who tuned in to our exciting dark match earlier we saw the debut of Zero who unfortunately had to deal with a bit of outnumbering due to our GMs lack of foresight.

Just as Kayden finishes speaking, the arena lights turn to a nauseating green while “Rats” by Ghost begins to play.

ALARA ADAMS: Speaking of our incompitent GMs, here comes one now.

Percival “Ratman” Burque is pushed onto stage in a wheelchair by his Papa and Head of the Deathmatch department, Rasputin. He waves to the audience who welcome him to Louisville with open arms.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Hello friends!

As Percy begins to speak the music slowly fades down and the lights return to normal.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I must say, it is quite surreal to be opening my first Pay-Per-View to so many wonderful people!

The crowd cheers for the almost free niceties that Percival Hands out like candy on Halloween.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Before we get started, I just wanted to come out and publicly apologize for the utter chaos that Fallout has fallen into. Not only was this place already crazy as it is, but becoming an owner of Project: Honor and general manager of Fallout was a fair bit more than I could’ve possibly anticipated.

Percival gives a nervous grin and chuckles but refocuses to the situation at hand.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Now, with all of that out of the way I’d like to get down to the business as some would say, yes?

The crowd responds with a resounding unified “YES.” Ratman is taken aback for a moment then nods.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh. Good. Thank you for answering, though that was a rhetorical question. Anywho, as some of you may know, the lovely Miss Billy made an open challenge for anyone who wanted to earn a shot for her title. While this was not approved by me or littlest Petey, I am going to allow it to continue as well. Should they win however, the title match will be made at our discretion! So, I must give friend Brandon my greatest “good luck” and have a fun match! Let’s see, what is next on the agenda…

Rasputin leans over and whispers in Percival’s ear while he sits and thinks.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: That is right! Thank you papa! We will be deciding a number one contender for the Spooky Tyrant Havoc’s Ascended Primary Championship! This will be decided between The Tatertot Selby and Jason the Longest!

The crowd cheer with dueling “Let’s go Longest” and “Tatertot” chants. Ratman bobs his head with the chants while Rasputin continues to stand behind him with an unchanging irritable expression.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Lastly, I would like to say that there will be an added condition to the main event! Mr. Marcus has not been the friendliest presence backstage, or at least from what I’ve been told, but it is with great sadness that I must announce, if he loses the Ascended Prime Championship match, he will no longer be welcomed to Fallout events.

Despite the woeful expression on Ratman’s face, the positive response from the Fallout crowd seems to brighten him up.

FUCK MARK HUNTER
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FUCK MARK HUNTER
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FUCK MARK HUNTER
*clap clap clapclapclap*

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Now now everyone, as you may know we must keep the foul language to a minimum. There may be little ratboys and ratgirls watching!

The crowd instantly changes their tune to something Ratman finds more acceptable.

FUDGE MARK HUNTER
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FUDGE MARK HUNTER
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FUDGE MARK HUNTER
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PERCIVAL BURQUE: Thank you! That is all I have so let’s get this show started with one of the most anticipated matches of the night shall we? It’s time for a submission ultimatum match! I love you all! Enjoy the show!

ALARA ADAMS: I hate to say it but I stand corrected! It seems Ratman is making all the right calls tonight!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, we have a long show ahead of us, but first, let’s take a look at one of our sponsors!







When we see the ring, Brandon Hendrix has already entered and is pacing back and forth while waiting for the arrival of his opponent. “In My Zone” by Rittz starts to die down as Holly Perez introduces him to the crowd.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a non title… thirty minute ultimate submission contest! Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at two hundred thirty seven pounds… “The Don”...BRANDON HENDRIX!!!

The warm, inviting lights of the arena cut out, replaced with a series of harsh, blue/white spotlights which illuminate the ring and entrance ramp, leaving the crowd in darkness.

Dissonant, harsh, sludgy guitar riffs pour out of the speakers, as ‘Hiss of the Witch’ by Deadsmoke plays. Without any further fanfare, Billy Bennett steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp; torn jeans, chunky boots, and a filthy white shirt under her black leather vest.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent… from Deep Lake, Florida and weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds… The current Project Honor Legacy Champion… BILLY BENNETT!!!

Holding the Legacy Championship belt over one shoulder, she seems to treat it with a measure of respect by not dragging it along the ground like she's done with her previous belts. A chorus of boos almost overshadows her entrance music, though there are a few, scattered cheers from audience members who clearly appreciate her brand of violence.

Slithering under the ring ropes and onto the canvas, she rises to her feet and lifts the Legacy Championship into the air with one hand, before casually dropping it in the center of the ring to be scooped up and removed by the referee. The spotlights die out, replaced by the usual lighting within the arena.

Billy stomps over to one corner, collapsing into a sitting position against one turnbuckle as she tugs at her greasy hair, twitching and shaking with anticipation as wild, roaming eyes survey her playground.

The two wrestlers meet in the center of the ring as the music dies away.

DING! DING! DING!

30:00 = Billy 0 - Brandon 0

Neither one beats the other to the first punch but they manage to get in a few shots as the bell rings and the match is officially underway. The two trade lefts and rights in the middle of the ring. Sickening thuds of fist meeting skull can be heard by everyone in attendance.

Eventually, the fists become slower and the fans are able to boo and cheer based on their allegiance to the two warriors within the ring! Violently, Billy Bennett’s head snaps back as she falls back into the ring ropes for support and not even a minute into the match we have blood! Billy spits a gob full of blood out of her mouth before winding up and cracking Hendrix across the bridge of the nose which sends Brandon reeling backwards, making him rethink his aggressive approach, he too sheds blood.

ALARA ADAMS: Brandon may have to work on a different game plan, despite being so much bigger and stronger, brawling with Billy is not the wisest of decisions.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah, shes a pure fucking nut job!! This match has just got underway and both are shedding blood… isn’t this meant to be about submissions?

28:02 = Billy 0 - Brandon 0

Brandon isn't too impressed as Billy smiles and taunts him for a fist fight. Hendrix smirks, instead he runs forward and slides to his knees, snaking around the Legacy champion and holding the waist whilst still on his knees. Brandon thinks of popping to his feet but Bennett throws a set of wild elbows looking to eat away at Brandon’s jaw bone. Brandon abandons his initial plan for a belly to back suplex and changes it into a rolling takedown, Hendrix never lets go and tries to lock in a heel hook. As the ref goes down to check the submission, Billy kicks away and rolls to her feet with a surprised expression, almost taken aback by how close Brandon came to putting her in trouble early on. Hendrix grins knowingly.

ALARA ADAMS: Brandon Hendrix is no joke and won’t be bullied around, he’s right here proving he can compete with the best.

26:00 = Billy 0 - Brandon 0

Brandon is right on Billy as he forces his rival back first into the ropes and unloads with cross chops to the chest! This only seems to enrage Billy as she smashes right into the face of Brandon with an elbow shot, following it up with a knee to the gut sending Hnedrix to his knees, Billy kicks and stomps whatever she can. This is followed up by a vicious choke hold as Bennett steps on the back and neck of Hendrix, choking him with the ring rope! She applies all the pressure she can on the back and neck of Brandon, even lifting up the top rope as far as she can pull to apply extra pressure. Billy only stops this dirty tactic when she's nagged by the referee and told a submission in the ropes won’t count, in response to which she gets distracted and nearly flattens the ref in an attempt to strike him away. This proves to be a foolish move because as Billy returns to Hendrix, she's slapped across the face by a desperate Brandon, blood splatters everywhere!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Brandon has everything to gain and nothing to lose tonight, gotta believe he’ll give everything.

Looking for offence, Brandon looks to use his power with a clothesline but Billy is able to duck and catch Brandon’s arm, she quickly locks in a standing arm triangle choke in the middle of the ring!

ALARA ADAMS: This could be trouble.

Hendrix tries to wriggle free but has no way out, after looking around and seeing no escape route Brandon whilst still in the triangle choke lifts Billy as high as he can… he then spikes her shoulder and neck first with a brutal powerbomb variation. The move is broken, both lay on the mat spitting out blood.

ALARA ADAMS: Damn…

23:46 = Billy 0 - Brandon 0

Both are up and fighting again, Hendrix with elbows to the gut of Billy, shot after shot and the look of doubt is clear across the face of the ever-so-confident Legacy champion. She feels herself losing grip and before she knows it she's tossed into the ropes back first.

Billy springs back but is sent down with a brutal kick to the shin area, she hits the deck hard and goes to grab at her leg, Hendrix however grabs it first. He looks down at her before spitting blood away in no general direction, with an air of confidence Brandon locks everything in place and drops into a perfect heel hook on Bennett.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Brandon Hendrix is about to go one up.

Hendrix pulls on the move as far as he can without straining himself. The Florida native cries out clawing for the ropes as the referee hits the mat and asks her if she wants to tap out, her response is blunt.

22:41 = Billy 0 - Brandon 0

Despite refusing to submit Billy is still in the move nearly a whole minute later, the pain on her face is obvious. Hendrix just won’t let go despite seeming to get frustrated at the lack of quit in Billy. Bennett tries again to inch towards the rope but fails, Hendrix taunts…

''I have you where I want you, Little Miss Bennett! Tap out! Tap out if you want to make this easy on yourself, bitch...'

Billy shakes her head and screams no as she claws, pushes and inches her way to the ropes… finally managing to reach out and grab the bottom one. The referee tells Hendrix this and he lets go despite being in a rage and shouting abuse in general.

ALARA ADAMS: Billy may not come back from that damage.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Rather than suffer she should have tactically tapped out instantly, unfortunately her ego doesn’t allow for that.

Hendrix snaps around violently to see Billy stirring on the mat, Hendrix refocuses on him pulling him by his arm into the middle of the ring, before dropping down and synching in an arm bar! Brandon yanks back on the hold as Billy Bennett squirms like a fish; Brandon is going to break his arm and starts screaming again.

''You want to grab the damn ropes!? I'm going to break your goddamn arm so there is no escaping for you! You are in MY ring now!''

Brandon nearly rips the arm out of Billy’s socket but he still won't tap out! A surprise ''Billy Bennett'' chant begins which sets the normal fan favorite Hendrix in a rage, so instead of pulling on the manoeuvre harder he abandons it not knowing Billy had been contemplating tapping out! The former SCW Heavy Metal Champion looks at the crowd confused.

ALARA ADAMS: Shouldn’t have let go, even if he held it for twenty odd minutes it would’ve been better than letting go.

While in the ring, Billy Bennett pulls herself to her feet gingerly... she can't feel her arm but she can feel her heartbeat. Billy waits for what feels like a lifetime as Brandon returns his attention back to the task at hand, only to be caught off guard by an upright Billy Bennett. Bennett grabs at Hendrix and hits a desperate rolling cutter! Again both are down and spitting blood.

ALARA ADAMS: DEEP MARSH!! Usually we see that move to end matches but Bennett has found herself on the wrong side of a landslide. Her signature was used to start something for her in this one.

18:09 = Billy 0 - Brandon 0

KAYDEN ELLIS: Still at zero each in this.

Brandon rolls over onto his belly, smashing his fist against the ring apron in a rage as he feels the match slipping away from right under him. He needs to take control. He needs to put Billy Bennett in her place. He needs to win. He tells himself this, in fact he drills it into his brain as he pulls himself to his feet and that's when he realizes he needs to keep focused... before it's too late.

It appears to be too late as Bennett hooks an arm around Hendrix looking for an attack of some sort. Brandon manages to elbow his way out and scoop Billy onto his shoulder however his head is still spinning with thought, perhaps too much thought.

Brandon loses control of Billy resulting in the referee having his head literally kicked off his shoulders by Billy’s flailing leg as she manages to reverse a death valley driver into a spinning cutter planting the bigger man hard to the mat! Despite this and the impact, they stay entwined… Brandon won’t let go, he despite hurting has Billy in a modified dragon sleeper… BILLY TAPS OUT QUICKLY!!!

ALARA ADAMS: SHIT!! Billy tapped but the ref is down, he hasn't seen it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: You reckon that’s why she tapped?

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t know.

Brandon looks pissed and goes over to the downed ref, the ref stirs as Hendrix shouts at him about the tap out. Billy sneaks up behind Hendrix and nails him with a brutal punt to the groin region, Brandon drops as any man would and Billy grins through her blood stained face. She then locks in a body scissored rear naked choke…

ALARA ADAMS: SLOW VENOM!! Hendrix has nowhere to go!!

Hendrix is at the point of passing out and can’t get a solid breath, the combination of the low blow and the choke have left him weak… BRANDON HENDRIX TAPS!!!

The ref sees it and calls the fall before splitting the two.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WOW!! Billy takes the lead but that was screwy.

ALARA ADAMS: Despite going up, I don’t think this has gone the way Billy expected.

15:41 = Billy 1 - Brandon 0

Brandon Hendrix looks up at the lights, the blood in his eyes blinding him. Blood literally pours out of his fresh wounds painting him a crimson mask. The Legacy champion currently camps out by leaning against the turn-buckle and waiting for Brandon to make it back to his feet. Hendrix wipes at his face as he struggles to his feet… an unnerving grin across his face as he mumbles something very un PG friendly.

14:29 = Billy 1 - Brandon 0

Hendrix turns around as Bennett sprints forward for a spear-like takedown but Brandon dives out the way, allowing Billy to smash her shoulder into the post at full speed. The champion grabs her shoulder as she tries to shake the feeling back into it but instead is picked up off her feet, Brandon attempts to drive her to the mat with a huge stalling jackhammer but Billy shifts the momentum and hits a hard inverted DDT!!

ALARA ADAMS: Hendrix may be one down and Billy may just have saved herself there but he just keeps coming.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Over half way through and nobody can say with certainty how this will end.

12:20 = Billy 1 - Brandon 0

ALARA ADAMS: Unsurprisingly these two have been down for ages.

The crowd claps their hands together. At first, they clap slow... then faster... the faster as they try to give the two wrestlers a new breath of fresh air. Billy Bennett nods at the crowd as she makes it up to her knees, bloodied and bruised, she sets her eyes on the top turnbuckle. Billy points at the turnbuckle as the fans rev up the noise level. Bennett gingerly makes her way to the corner. She engages in a struggle just to pull herself up to the top turn-buckle but in time she gets there, Hendrix manages to regain his bearings.

KAYDEN ELLIS: These two are more mental than a midget being chased by a plunger!!

ALARA ADAMS: What?

Billy wipes the blood from his eyes and in the process doesn't see a right hand from Brandon coming, which eats into her jawbone. Billy Bennett begins to wobble, trying to hold onto the top rope. Hendrix climbs up to the top rope as he looks for a top rope suplex, Billy however is resistant to his efforts! Bennett nails Brandon’s rib cage with shots that annoy the bigger man more than anything. Billy is able to capitalize on it though as Hendrix abandons the suplex.

Billy looks to turn the tables as she grabs Hendrix and begins to drill headbutt shots into the dome of the larger competitor. Billy manages to send Brandon off the turnbuckle and down to the canvas. Hendrix lands on his feet but as he staggers, he’s hit with a flying bulldog by Billy. Upon impact Bennett fails to let go and transitions into a crossface…

ALARA ADAMS: What a moment, if Billy goes two up you have to believe it’s all over.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He has nowhere to go but Brandon must fight this.

The ref gets down to ground level with the wrestlers but Brandon is literally screaming “NO” as Billy pulls back with everything she’s got.

10:43 = Billy 1 - Brandon 0

Brandon is refusing to tap and through the blood on his face you can still make out his adamant negative responses.

ALARA ADAMS: Much like Billy earlier, Hendrix has been in this damn move for over a minute.

09:51 Billy 1 - Brandon 0

Just as Brandon appears to be finally fading he makes the final stretch, he makes it to the rope and the crowd erupt. Billy releases and rolls back but is literally punching the mat in frustration.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Billy needs to stop losing it and close the gap, she needs to stay on Hendrix here.

Billy eventually calms down and walks back towards the struggling Hendrix, as she leans over to pick him up though he swings back with a vicious elbow, the elbow completely by chance nails Billy perfectly and she drops backwards almost out of it completely. Brandon makes the most of the situation to take more recovery time himself.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m loving this match but I can’t believe there are only about nine minutes left. What a start to our easter pay per view this has been.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I love Easter, my thanks go out to Jesus and that silly cross thing he did for making tonight’s entertainment possible.

ALARA ADAMS: Damn… I wish you came with a mute button sometimes.

Billy and Brandon both begin to stir. Bennett is to her knees but so is Hendrix. They both stare at each-other. Billy still sees Hendrix as the needy bastard he's always been. Brandon sees the bloody face of Billy and sees a ticket to a brighter future. The pair start trading blows causing blood to fly everywhere, they sway back and forth until the strength of Brandon’s shots take over. With Billy dazed, Brandon Hendrix wipes his face and then flicks his blood particles into the face and chest of Bennett before slapping her across his face.

''Come on, Billy! You aren't going to be able to deny me forever!''

Bennett nods her head up and down as she stumbles up to her feet, Hendrix follows. They stare at each-other once again, this time on their feet. Hendrix calls Billy to fight as she points up at the timer on the tron as if to say, you’re running out of time.

06:21 Billy 1 - Brandon 0

The two circle the ring and lock up once again. Neither wants to give up an inch in the initial grappling war. However the power of Hendrix is way too much, he gains the advantage with a knee to the gut of Billy before Irish whipping her into the ropes. Billy comes back and literally eats a boot to the face, the shot sends Bennett wheeling backwards but she manages to stay on her feet due to falling back into the ropes. Brandon grabs Billy’s wrist and pulls her into a sickening headbutt that sends a thudding sound throughout the whole arena! Hendrix in the process has created a gash on his forehead that’s literally gushing blood.

ALARA ADAMS: Cracked skull incoming.

Both are dazed but Brandon still has the wrist of Bennett, he pulls her in again and uses his power to force her airbourne. His attempt to bring her down with a spinebuster fails, she lands with Hendrix locked in a ridiculous looking triangle choke…

ALARA ADAMS: QUEENS SNAKE!! Billy is really digging deeper than I’m sure she planned.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I see no way out for Brandon.

Billy has the move in perfect but Brandon appears to be adamant he’d rather bleed or pass out than tap again…

04:22 Billy 1 - Brandon 0

Brandon holds on for what seems like forever but Billy is content to hold him in place, she knows the match is under control. The ref continues to check on Hendrix and just as it appears the ref is gonna call for the bell due to no response… Brandon throws up a hand waving “no” at the ref…

ALARA ADAMS: Hendrix can’t win while hooked up, as crazy as it sounds his only chance to win this is to tap out, go two down and pray for a miracle four minutes.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This match is about so much more than the final score for Brandon, he wants to prove he belongs.

The blood is still gushing but Brandon isn’t moving… Suddenly Billy can be heard shouting “HE’S OUT!!! HE’S OUT!!!” The ref dives in and calls for the bell and Billy to break the hold. Bennett scoots back as the referee asks for room.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: It’s clear that Billy has just gone two up but we may have a bigger issue right here.

The referee quickly speaks to Clara Olson at ringside whilst frantically waving to the back for help.

CLARA OLSON: With three minutes and fifty seconds to go… The referee has deemed Brandon Hendrix is no longer in a fit condition to compete and has called a stop to this contest… he has therefore awarded the match two to nothing in favor of the winner… BILLY BENNETT!!!

Billy rather than go over the top with a celebration just grabs her Legacy title and starts up the ramp. The crowd fall into a stunned hush as medics rush to ringside, fortunately Hendrix is already beginning to come around but it’s clear he has no idea what’s going on.

KAYDEN ELLIS: If this match was all about Brandon making sure people took him seriously as a threat and making sure people no longer considered him a joke… job fucking done!!!

ALARA ADAMS: The man had a moment to choose between tapping and being choked out… the tough son of a bitch chose to be choked out. Impressive from both tonight. Billy wanted to make a statement and did but at what cost?

Billy is at the top of the ramp as Brandon sits up, the crowd come to life and give both a great reception for what was a stunning contest.



We go backstage where roving reporter, Timothy Daniels, is in search of an interview subject to provide some filler between matches.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: What an amazing show we have in store tonight. Hopefully I can get a few words from one of the many warriors who will be competing later on…hold up…

Someone catches Timothy’s attention and the camera follows as he rushes toward them. It isn’t long before we see that it is none other than The Sultan of Spice with the Triple A Championship securely tucked under his arm.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: This is an interesting surprise. Serrano Poblano, the new Triple A Champion…what brings you to Public Execution?

SERRANO POBLANO: Oh…hey there. Two things actually. First of all, I’m hiding from John Blade and I know he wasn’t booked to be here tonight so it seemed like a good idea. Second, I really need to talk with my best friend in the whole world, Percy. I guess that’s Mr. Burque for a scrub like you.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: That’s…incredibly rude, Mr. Poblano. However, I’m not sure Ratman will have time to see you tonight. He’s hosting his first Pay-Per-View as the General Manager.

Serrano appears concerned as he lets out a heavy sigh.

SERRANO POBLANO: Man…I really need to talk to him. It’s a matter of life and death!

TIMOTHY DANIELS: I see. Does this have anything to do with why you sat on the floor and cried during the first half of Proving Ground?

SERRANO POBLANO: Actually, it does. You see, there’s this crazy actor who’s decided to become my archenemy and he’s going to murder and eat three of my friends unless I deliver Percy to him.

Timothy stares at Serrano for a moment with his mouth agape.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: …uh-huh. Well, good luck with that and with defending your new championship. I should really be on my way now. Lots of people to interview, you know? Big stars with big matches…members of the management team…random fans…janitors…anyone other than you, really.

SERRANO POBLANO: Understood, daddio.

With that, Timothy rushes away from The Sultan of Spice, leaving him alone with his troubled thoughts.



The ring has been cleared for the next match, and Clara Olson grabs the microphone and steps into the middle of the ring. Long strips of duct tape have been affixed to the top rope on all four sides of the ring.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, in honor of ‘Blah Blah Blah Day’ - which I’m not really sure is a real thing - this will be a Duct Tape Match. The competitors must duct tape both of their opponents mouths shut in order to win. In solidarity with this solemn occasion, there will be no further ring announcements or commentary for the duration of this match.

The camera cuts briefly to the commentary desk, where Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis have both covered their mouths with intersecting pieces of duct tape. They nod their heads silently to confirm to the viewing audience what Clara has just said.

“Sky's The Limit'' plays over the loudspeakers as Latoya Hixx comes out on stage and grooves a little bit. She takes a stance and lifts up her blue sunglasses off of her face.

Hixx hands the sunglasses to her fans and begins to walk straight down to the ring. She hops on it and holds onto the ropes to bend over and show the audience and cameras her Boss Knuckles. Hixx gets inside of the ring and takes off her wrestling jacket, waiting for her opponents to arrive.

"Word Up" by THE BOSSHOSS hits and the fans know what's gonna come when this theme hits, a good ol' brawl! Earl comes from the back and walks to the ring and winds his arms and moves his neck left to right. Earl stops and pours some beer on some lucky bystander. Earl rolls into the ring and waits for the match to begin.

“Red Right Hand” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds plays over the speakers, as Andrei Sokolov is the last to make his way to the ring. He walks slowly, with a focused look on his face, entering the ring calmly and staring down both his opponents before making his way to the corner.

Clara is about to say something into the microphone, before she remembers the sanctity of the Holiday this match is meant to celebrate, signaling to the timekeeper and exiting the ring as the referee steps forward to take over.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Earl Boyde promptly turns away from his opponents and mounts the second turnbuckle of his corner of the ring. Motioning to the crowd to toss him a beer, someone promptly does; he catches it and cracks it open, beginning to pour it into his mouth from several feet above his head.

Andrei and Latoya share a slightly confused look, pointing at Earl’s back like they can’t believe he’s doing this during a match. They seem to make some agreement not to fight until this ridiculous display is finished.

Unfortunately, two other audience members have the same idea as the first, throwing their own unopened cans of beer only seconds after the first one. Earl is so busy drinking, he doesn’t notice and is promptly struck by both full cans. One hits him in the side of the head, the other directly on the bridge of his nose.

The unexpected impact stuns him and sends him stumbling backwards off the turnbuckle, barely managing to land on his feet. He wheels around to face the center of the ring, only to be met with his two opponents.

They kick him in the gut simultaneously, doubling Earl over as they both grab hold of him to execute a double suplex. Keeping their grip tight, they lift Earl up again and follow-through with a second double suplex, chaining it into a third before they finally leave him laying on the mat.

Latoya turns around to grab a pre-cut piece of duct tape from the ring ropes, as Andrei holds his hands up and takes a step back, allowing her to bend down and cover Earl’s mouth with the tape. She looks back up to Andrei, just in time to see him flying at her with a charging knee strike. It hits Latoya in the chest and she staggers back into the ropes, rebounding back towards Andrei who attempts to strike her with a clothesline.

KAYDEN ELLIS: *muffled sounds*

ALARA ADAMS: *muffled sigh*

Latoya ducks and moves behind Andrei, grabbing his arms and tossing him backwards with a Dragon Suplex. In an amazing show of agility, Andrei is able to tuck his body and execute a complete flip in mid-air, managing to land on the canvas feet-first instead of on his neck.

A kip up brings Hixx back to her feet, turning around as Andrei throws a superkick at her. Quick reflexes allow her to weave out of the path of Sokolov’s boot, stepping back and steadying herself before moving forward with an attempted superkick of her own.

Andrei rolls to the side as Latoya’s leg travels harmlessly overhead, returning to a standing position in a fluid motion and leaping forward to hit his opponent with a running boot to the face that sends her stumbling back to rest on the ring ropes.

As Latoya recovers, Andrei moves forward to entangle her arms in the ropes, trapping her in place temporarily as she struggles to free herself.

Sokolov unloads with a combination of knife edge chops to Latoya’s chest. He takes a step back and prepares to charge in with a clothesline to send her over the ropes, but Latoya jumps up, lifting her legs up to strike Andrei in the face as he rushes forward.

Clutching at his face, Andrei staggers back; he’s distracted long enough for Latoya to extract her arms from the ropes. Latoya moves behind Andrei and rolls him up for the pin.

The referee stands there, looking confused for a moment or two before he explains to Latoya that there are no pinfalls in this match. Considering she’d just put a piece of duct tape over Earl’s mouth, she really shouldn’t require this explanation.

Finally, The Blueprint realizes something is wrong, releasing the pin on Andrei and turning to confront the referee. It takes them a few minutes to reach an understanding about the lack of pinfalls in this bout, which is enough time for Andrei to get back to his feet and grab a piece of duct tape from the ropes.

Latoya turns around to deal with her opponent, only to find him waiting behind her. Rather than attack her with some vicious maneuver, he simply lifts one hand up and slaps the tape over Latoya’s mouth. With Earl unconscious on the mat with his mouth already taped, covering Latoya’s - even for a moment - is enough to secure him the victory.

DING! DING! DING!

Latoya rips the duct tape off her mouth and balls it up, throwing it outside the ring as she looks angry and confused at this loss. The referee simply shrugs, probably telling her to take it up with management or whoever booked this match.

Andrei Sokolov doesn’t waste time celebrating, the fiery in-ring attitude quickly giving way to his previous icy demeanor as he steps between the ropes and drops down the ringside area, striding back up the ramp to the backstage area.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh my god, can we talk again? I’ve never been quiet for so long in my life; that was torture!

ALARA ADAMS: Maybe you ought to play it safe and shut up until the start of the next match?





CLARA OLSON: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Fallout Gatekeeper Championship! Coming to the right first is the challenger, standing five-feet-zero-inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred-and-three pounds… the Sendai Speed Queen…. YUUUURIIIIIKOOOO ‘LIGHTNING BLUEEEEEE’ TOYAAAAAMAAAAAAA!!!

‘Voltage’ by TRiDENT begins to play over the sound system, as Yuriko appears at the top of the entrance ramp. Pausing to wave cheerfully to the cheering crowd, she rushes down to the ring, practically bouncing with every step as she seems overjoyed to be here. Sliding into the ring, she climbs the nearest ringpost, waving with both hands before throwing up a horizontal peace-sign over one eye. Her cheerful manner and overflowing enthusiasm for the fight to come seems infectious, as the audience applauds and shouts encouragement to the bubbly challenger.

CLARA OLSON: Coming to the ring next, standing six-feet-and-two-inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred-and-fifteen pounds… he is the REIGNING GATEKEEPER CHAMPION, HENRYYYY LEEEEEEE HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDE!

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.

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, draw 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 reaches the ringside area, but before he can climb up the steps and enter the ring, Yuriko comes rebounding off the opposite ropes, diving between the second-and-third ropes nearest Hyde’s position as she throws herself out of the ring, straight into Hyde's muscular frame with a head-first suicide dive.

KAYDEN ELLIS: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Yuriko is looking forward to this fight so much, she doesn’t even want to wait for Hyde to enter the ring!

The referee immediately motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell, apparently not wanting to risk his own health trying to separate them and get them into the ring before starting the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Yuriko’s suicide dive seems to have done more damage to her than Hyde, as her miniscule body rebounds off the man, only managing to stagger him back a few steps as she goes careening to the mats.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Might not have been the wisest decision, but everything we’ve seen from Yuriko during her time at Project: Honor points to a certain lack of regard for her own safety!

ALARA ADAMS: She definitely seems… enthusiastic.

Steadying himself and scowling at Yuriko as she begins to push herself back to her feet, Hyde stomps over to her and grabs her by the hair, lifting her up with one hand until her feet dangle off the ground.

Legs flailing, Yuriko tries her best to cause some damage to Hyde by hitting him in the midsection and legs with her heavy boots, but the dominant Gatekeeper Champion scoffs at the attempt before pulling back with one hand and striking his challenger in the face with a single powerful punch that smashes her nose and draws a steady flow of blood from her nostrils.

Releasing Yuriko’s hair at the same time as his fist strikes its target, Hyde allows the impact of the blow to send her flying backwards through the air, as she tumbles head-over-heels on the mats.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Things aren’t starting off great for Yuriko…

ALARA ADAMS: But we’ve seen the deceptively innocent-looking young woman absorb a lot of punishment in her previous matches; I wouldn’t count her out, even against such a physically dominant opponent!

Striding towards his fallen opponent, Hyde is about to reach down and pick her back up when Yuriko suddenly snaps into action, aiming a kick at the side of the man’s kneecap that actually causes him to stumble to the side, catching himself just before dropping to one knee.

Yuriko is far from finished, taking full advantage of Hyde’s momentary lapse in defense by kipping up and leaping into the air to wrap her legs around the man’s neck, grabbing onto his right arm with the rest of her body and forcing him to support her entire weight as she tightens her hold around his throat.

ALARA ADAMS: WHAT?! A standing triangle choke, locked in tight!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yuriko showing that she’s not going to make this easy for the reigning Champ! That came out of nowhere!

ALARA ADAMS: Look at her, she’s smiling through the blood!

As Hyde slowly begins to fade from the tight grip around his neck and the full weight of Yuriko dragging him down towards the ground, he suddenly opens his mouth and unleashes a furious shout that easily rises above the din of the crowd.

With a renewed burst of energy, Hyde manages to prevent himself from collapsing, straightening his back even as Yuriko clings onto his neck and arm for dear life with her entire body. He stumbles over to the nearest barricade separating the crowd from the action, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground as Yuriko’s hold continues to take its toll on him.

Lifting his trapped arm into the air, he brings it - and Yuriko - down onto the top edge of the barricade, smashing the young woman’s spine into the metal object and eliciting a pained cry from her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What a display of strength from Hyde! Even with all of Yuriko’s weight on his limb, even with the tight grip her legs have around his neck, he’s refusing to lay down!

ALARA ADAMS: There’s a reason he’s been called the deadliest Gatekeeper Champion in Fallout history, and we’re witnessing it now!

Reaching down with one hand as she clings to Hyde, Yuriko grabs a bundle of Yakitori sticks that have been taped down to her trunks. Ripping them free, she rears back with one hand and drives the skewers into the top of Hyde’s skull.

Despite the pain it causes him - accompanied by a stream of blood that starts to pour down his head and into his face - he doesn’t make a sound, lifting his arm up to smash Yuriko’s back against the barricade a second time.

This time, the jarring impact that rips through her spine is enough to get her to release her hold, as she falls down off his arm, hitting the barricade and rolling off into the audience’s side. Hyde takes a moment to stumble back and wipe blood out of his eyes.

Meanwhile, Yuriko gets back to her feet and grabs a vacated chair in the front room, folding it up and climbing atop the barricade. She leaps off of it just as Hyde finishes clearing his vision of his own blood; smashing the chair down directly onto the top of the skewers imbedded in the Champion’s skull.

That manages to get a growl of pain and frustration from the Gatekeeper, as he reaches up with one hand to grab the bundle of Yakitori sticks and yank them out of his skull, blood spurting from the entrypoint without the skewers there to stem the flow.

Yuriko tosses the chair to the side and takes off charging towards Hyde, leaping up to hit him with a Meteora. Her knees strike the Champion in the chest, but as they make impact he grabs her and uses the momentum to throw her overhead with an improvised Belly-to-Belly suplex.

Both competitors lay on the ringside mats for several minutes, the brutality of the short match having taken its toll on them already; but despite having absorbed the most punishment thus far, Yuriko still seems fresher than she should, like the pain inflicted only serves as motivation for her to fight back harder.

Hyde recovers first, pausing to stare down at Yuriko as she struggles back to her feet before he grabs her by the hair and throws her under the bottom rope into the ring. Following after, he lifts the challenger up into a vertical suplex position.

He effortlessly holds her aloft vertically, but rather than execute a standard suplex, he simply tosses her forward through the air. The top of her skull comes down to crash onto the mat, with the entirety of her body weight behind it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell was that?!

ALARA ADAMS: It’s like Hyde has no regard for the wellbeing of his opponent!

Yuriko’s neck bends at a vicious angle as it impacts the canvas, followed by the rest of her body as she goes limp on the mat. The Gatekeeper Champion shrugs dismissively at what appears to be a thoroughly defeated opponent, lifting his arms out to his sides as he makes a slow circuit around the edge of the ring, bellowing at the crowd in intervals.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like he thinks he’s won this already.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t blame him; I can’t imagine Yuriko’s neck is still in one piece after that!

There’s some movement from Yuriko, confirming the fact that her neck isn’t broken after that vicious maneuver from Hyde. He finishes screaming at the crowd and displaying his dominance, moving back towards his opponent to drag her back up for another brutal assault.

However, Yuriko snaps back to life as he finishes his approach, legs kicking out to trip up the larger man. She leaps back to her feet as Hyde crashes down to the mat, and by the time the Champion has rolled onto his back she already has a hold of his legs, locking him into a Figure-4 Jackknife Pin as the referee drops down to count.

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: We almost had a huge upset here!

KAYDEN ELLIS: A clever attempt at ending the match by the challenger, but Hyde isn’t about to drop the belt he’s fought so hard to defend to that kind of trick!

Brute-forcing his way out of the pin attempt, Hyde flips onto his stomach and starts to push himself off the mat. Yuriko - far quicker on her feet than her opponent - uses the small window of opportunity to leap up onto the ropes, using them as a jumping-off point to fly back towards Hyde and hit him with a Springboard Double Foot Stomp.

The Champion’s face is driven down into the canvas as Yuriko lands into a roll that ends with her back on her feet. She rushes back to Hyde as he tries to rise up off the mat, punting him in the nose with one boot; a kick that draws blood in a steady trickle from the man’s nostrils.

Yuriko backs away again, about to charge back in with another boot to the face of her downed opponent. Just as she enters striking distance, Hyde roars and explodes back to his feet, meeting her with a full-force lariat attempt that looks capable of taking her head clean off.

In an impressive display of reaction speed, Yuriko ducks the surprise clothesline, moving behind Hyde and leaping up onto the middle rope, jumping off it and towards Hyde, executing a Gamengiri to the back of the Champion’s head. It drops him forward to his hands and knees, as Hyde shakes his head in a daze, ears ringing and vision blurry from the blow to the skull.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What agility and adaptability from Yuriko Toyama!

ALARA ADAMS: The last person to keep up with Hyde was Mr. Wright, way back in their debut match. This newcomer is showing a lot of fighting spirit tonight!

With her own injuries suffered during the course of this bout, Yuriko is unable to press the advantage as quickly as she should, laying on the mat after her Gamengiri as Hyde slowly crawls towards the center of the ring, trying to create some distance between him and the challenger.

Finally, Yuriko rolls over onto her stomach and stands back up, stumbling over to Hyde - still on his hands and knees - and knocking him onto his back with a boot to the ribcage, with every ounce of her waning strength behind the kick.

Stepping over the Gatekeeper Champion, she grabs an arm and locks in a Triangle Choke, legs around his throat with one of his arms held pinned in place. Immediately, Hyde begins to flail and struggle, his free hand moving through the air as he tries to find some grip on Yuriko with it.

ALARA ADAMS: Yuriko with the Bermuda Triangle, a move passed down from her brother!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But Hyde’s reach is longer than she might have expected! He’s close to getting a hold on her with that other arm!

After several seconds of blind grasping, Hyde finally manages to find Yuriko’s throat with his hand, closing it around her windpipe and using that tight grip to smash the back of her head down onto the mat, over and over again.

Despite this, Yuriko keeps her own grip tight with that triangle choke, and Hyde visibly grows weaker with every moment that passes. His eyes close, as he seems dangerously close to fading into unconsciousness, with Yuriko’s wild eyes open wide as the hand remains tight around her throat.

He is visibly growing weaker as Yuriko continues to compress his throat in her triangle choke. Before his wits slip away completely, Hyde unleashes one final roar with the very last of the air in his lungs, using his hand around Yuriko’s throat to pull her head off the canvas one last time before slamming it back down with his full weight and strength behind it.

The impact of her skull hitting the mat in such a vicious fashion so frequently finally takes its toll on the young woman, as her eyes roll back in her head and her triangle choke loosens to the point that Hyde can once again take a breath.

The referee - having been keeping close tabs on both competitors, looking for signs of someone passing out - notices the moment that Yuriko goes limp, motioning for the bell to end the match before the unconscious challenger is injured any further.

DING! DING! DING!

As Yuriko’s grip slackens completely with her descent into unconsciousness, Hyde pulls his trapped arm free and rolls over onto his back, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to fill his oxygen-deprived lungs with air.

CLARA OLSON: Your winner, and STILL Gatekeeper Champion… HENRY LEEEEEE HYYYYYYYYYYYYYDEEEEEE!!!

Slowly crawling over to the ropes, Hyde uses them to pull himself back to a standing position as blood continues to pour down from the holes in his skull and his busted nose. He takes a deep breath to steady himself.

The Champion lifts his face to the arena ceiling and lets out a tremendous bellow of triumph as he snatches his Gatekeeper title out of the hands of the approaching official, lifting it high as his bloody, rage-filled face glares into the hardcam.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What a contest!

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t think we’ve ever seen anyone absorb so much punishment from the vicious, dominant Hyde!

KAYDEN ELLIS: There’s something special about this Yuriko girl; she certainly seems like a good fit for Fallout.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m sure this won’t be the last time these two square up against each other. The audience certainly loved it!

Yuriko, meanwhile, has recovered enough to pull herself into a corner, back resting up against the bottom turnbuckle as she stares at the celebrating Hyde.

The Gatekeeper finally turns to face her, seemingly surprised that she’s already moved off the place on the mat he left her. There’s a slightly impressed look in his eyes as he lowers the championship belt to point the faceplate directly at her.

Yuriko smiles through blood that still flows down from her nose, lifting both hands to give her opponent a double thumbs-up, a gesture that seems to cause some confusion on Hyde’s face. The two stare at each other, the scene switching between cameras to show close-ups of their faces; Hyde looking somewhat stunned at how far this young woman pushed him, and Yuriko practically overflowing with joy at having been part of such a bloody fight.



Once again, we go backstage to find Serrano Poblano still in search of Fallout’s General Manager and his best friend, Percival Burque. Instead, he stumbles upon the Director of Weapon Placement, Chadwick Bundy. Bundy looks as uninterested as ever with a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he pushes his cart of miscellaneous weapons through the hallway.

SERRANO POBLANO: Bundy! Man, it’s great to see a friendly face after talking to that epic loser, Timothy Daniels. Do you have any idea where Percy is? I really need to talk to him. It’s a matter of life or death!

Chadwick gives Serrano a blank look for a few seconds before holding up one finger as if he’s asking Serrano to wait one second. He then leans forward and begins to dig through his cart of weapons until he finally retrieves a toaster and holds it up proudly.

SERRANO POBLANO: Say, is that the Toastmaster 5000? Nice model…

Then, without warning, Bundy swings the toaster upwards, smacking it underneath Serrano’s chin! The Sultan of Spice wobbles on his feet for a second but the look in his eyes tells us that no one is home. He then falls to the ground with a thud and Bundy casually walks around his cart to drop on top of him with a lateral press. As if appearing by way of a magical portal, a referee rushes into the scene and drops to make the count.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

REFEREE: New Triple A Champion…Chadwick Bundy!

The referee holds up Bundy’s arm as he gets off of Serrano, the Triple A Championship now in his grasp. With the cigarette still dangling out of his mouth, Budny tosses the belt into his cart of weapons and goes back to pushing it down the hall without saying a single word.



We cut back to ringside where it appears the commentary team is being kicked out of the booth! The Motor City Psychos put on a pair of headsets and take the seats of Kayden and Alara.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well look we got here? A tag match for our tag belts? What a motherfuckin sight.

SLADE CASTLE: Hmph…

"BFG Division 2020" plays out through the arena speakers as Michael Bishop and Elizabeth Karlson make their way out from backstage. They storm the ring, stepping in and immediately turning to wait for their opponents, not waiting for anything further in the sense of pageantry or all that.

“Badstreet USA” by Crossfyre plays as the current Tag Team Champions begin making their way down the ring. Grinning smugly and gloating toward the crowd, showing off their titles to mixed reactions as they make their way down to the ring. They climb inside, both men of Phantom Troupe walk into BFG Division's faces, holding the titles in their faces- both teams begin jaw-jacking immediately as the aura in the arena quickly grows thicker and thicker. The referee has to pry both teams back into their respective corners.

CLARA OLSON: This match will be contested under FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE ELIMINATION RULES and is for the PROJECT: HONOR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

The crowd pops, excitement in the arena growing.

CLARA OLSON: And first, the CHALLENGERS! Weighing in at a combined weight of 402 pounds, they are the WALKING APOCALYPSE, BEEEE-EFFFF-GEEEEE DIVISION!

Bishop and Karlson stare down Valentine and Hunter, raising their fists in the air much to the crowd's delight.

b]CLARA OLSON:[/b] And second..! Weighing in at a combined weight of 420 pounds, they are the TAG TEAM CHAAAMPIOOONSSS, PHANTOM TROOOUUUUUPE!

Valentine and Hunter arrogantly raise their titles in the air, soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd. The referee walks over, taking the belts before showing them to BFG Division and raising them in the air- before signalling for the match to begin!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Here we go! I would say I can’t wait to see those carnival motherfuckers, the Phantom Troupe, get their asses beat but honestly, I hope BFG gets equal treatment for taking a title match before we got our rematch.

SLADE CASTLE: No matter who wins, we’ll take’em on all the same.

DING! DING! DING!

KARLSON WASTES NO TIME RUNNING TOWARD HUNTER WITH A SILVER BULLET STRAIGHT TO THE ABDOMEN! SHE SPEARS HIM, THE MOMENTUM SENDING BOTH HER AND ONE-HALF OF THE TAG CHAMPIONS OUT OF THE RING! Bishop follows suite quickly, as Valentine's stunned by the suddenness! The Dreadknight rushes him with a forearm! Valentine stumbles, but delivers one back! They both begin trading forearms! Valentine! Bishop! Valentine! Bishop! Valentine! Bishop! Bishop! Bishop!

Bishop goes for ONE MORE- but Valentine counters by delivering a kick to the gut! He grabs him and Irish Whips to the ropes, Bishop rebounds off and gets caught with a SHOTEI PALM STRIKE THAT FLATTENS HIM ONTO THE MAT! Valentine then runs the ropes again looking for the FALLING HEADBUTT- BISHOP ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

Meanwhile Karlson and Hunter battle still fight on the outside! Hunter manages ro push Karlson away and aims for GLAMSHOCK ROCK- He fires off a SUPERKICK- BUT KARLSON CATCHES HIS LEG! KARLSON LIFTS HIM UP WITH THE OTHER AND STARTS RUNNING TOWARD THE BARRICADES FOR A POWEBOMB- NO!

AT THE LAST SECOND HUNTER USES HIS MOMENTUM TO FLIP OVER AND SEND KARLSON FLYING WITH A FRANKENSTEINER THROUGH THE BARRICADES! GASPS ARE HEARD THROUGHOUT THE ARENA AS SHE GOES THROUGH!

SLADE CASTLE: Well godamn, that looked like it might’ve actually hurt.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Liz? Maybe. Me or you? Doubtful.

SLADE CASTLE: You’re a cocky sum bitch, you know that?

Hunter begins scrambling to his feet, breathing heavily as Karlson holds her head, slowly getting up using the railing for support! She turns back- GLAMSHOCK ROCK TO THE JAW AND SHE GOES OVER LIKE A FALLING TREE, KNOCKED OUT! Hunter pounces for a lateral pin and a second referee runs over!

ONE!

TWO- KICKOUT!

In the ring, Valentine tries to lift Bishop for a suplex- but Bishop refuses to go up! He tries to lift VALENTINE UP FOR HIS JACKHAMMER, BUT VALENTINE MANAGES TO BRING HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES, USING THE LEVERAGE TO SEND THEM BOTH OVER ONTO THE FLOOR!

Both men lay on the ground dazed, Bishop slowly tries to make it to his feet but Valentine JUMPS ONTO THE APRON AND TURNS AROUND LOOKING FOR HIS CORNER ENZUIGIRI- THE BLACK METEOR- BISHOP DUCKS AND BACKS UP AS VALENTINE LANDS FACE FIRST ON THE MAT AND RUNS IN WITH A MEAN RUNNING KNEE TO THE JAW! HELLRAISER! BISHOP HOOKS A LEG!

ONE!

TW- KICKOUT! VALENTINE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: These motherfuckers throwing caution to the wind!

SLADE CASTLE: Love that for them.

Bishop gets clobbered with an elbow to the back of the head by Hunter out of nowhere! He begins dragging him up the entrance ramp. Struggling to her feet, Karlson holds her jaw but sees the stunned Valentine and without hesitation lifts him with a HUGE BACKDROP DRIVER ONTO CONCRETE FLOOR- NO, HE FLIPS OUT OF IT! STEPS UP OFF AN EQUIPMENT BOX AND HITS BLACK METEOR WHICH SENDS HER STUMBLING ONTO THE STAIRS BETWEEN THE ROWS OF FANS! He starts dragging her up to the top and lifts her in CRADLE POSITION, LOOKING TO SEND HER FLYING DOWN EVERY SINGLE SHARP STEP DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER- NO! SHE STRUGGLES OUT OF IT AND HITS HIM WITH A STIFF EUROPEAN UPPERCUT THAT PUSHES HIM AGAINST THE WALL! He grimaces in pain but RUNS BACK AT HER-

BLUUUUEEEE BOOOMBWEER ONTO THE STAIR RAILING, THE SMALL OF HIS PACK CRUSHED AGAINST STEEL WITH A POP-UP POWERBOMB! HE FALLS, SCRUNCHING UP IN AGONY AS HE YELLS AND KARLSON LEANS OVER TO CATCH HER BREATH!

SLADE CASTLE: That was a fuckin brutal. I know a few good chiros if you need one Valentine.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Fuck that, I know just the spot to get him treated right. Nice massage parlor as long as you don’t mind taking a few back alleys.

SLADE CASTLE: Hey now, let’s keep the fuckin show PG alright?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: It’s true what they say. No happy endings on Fallout my amigo!

Karlson then remembers where she is, then looks over the balcony, seeing tables and equipment laid around. A devilish grin begins to show up on her face, turning to a fan who offers her a beer. Knowing that she'll need the extra bravery, she takes the cup and SHOTGUNS THE BEER BEFORE TOSSING THE CUP ASIDE! Walking over, she lifts Valentine up and places him on her shoulders in an ELECTRIC CHAIR- SHE SLOWLY CLIMBS ON TOP OF THE BALCONY RAILING LOOKING DOWN WITH WILD EYES WHILE GRABBING VALENTINE'S HEAD IN A FULL NELSON!



SHEEEEE JUMPS OFF AS THE CROWD BECOMES DEAFENING WITH SCREAMS OF HORROR AND AWE, SENDING HERSELF AND VALENTINE FALLING GOD KNOWS HOW HIGH AS SHE DRIVES HIM HEAD FIRST, CRUNCHING HIS SKULL AND NECK- PLUMMETING INTO ALL THE EQUIPMENT THAT TURNS INTO DEBRIS WITH THE THREEEE STOOOOOOORY TRIPPPPPP!
JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: SHE JUST BROKE THAT MOTHERFUCKER’S NECK!

SLADE CASTLE: Valentine is definitely out.

SHE'S BARELY CONSCIOUS, BUT LAYING ON THE POSSIBLY DEAD VALENTINE! THE REFEREE RUNS OVER TO COUNT!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

CLARA OLSON: Kyle Valentine is…. ELIMINATEEEEEDDD!

SLADE CASTLE: And then there were three…

As Bishop and Hunter struggle for the advantage on the entrance ramp, they both hear the announcement! Bishop smirks but gets taken off guard, HUNTER LIFTS HIM INTO A BACKBREAKER RAC LOOKING FOR A PILEDRIVER- BISHOP SLIPS OUT OF IT!

HE HEADBUTTS HUNTER SO HARD HE GOES CROSS-EYED FOR A FEW MOMENTS! HE THEN CLOCKS HUNTER WITH THE RAILGUN PUNCH- TURNING THE ONE-HALF TAG CHAMPION INSIDE OUT. HE THEN LIFTS HIM UP AND TOSSES HIM OVER WITH A SAITO SUPLE- NO, HUNTER RAKES THE EYESK AND BISHOP STUMBLES! HUNTER THROWS A KICK- BISHOP CATCHES IT, BUT HUNTER THEN HITS THE STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI THAT ROCKS BISHOP!

Scrambling back to his feet, Hunter scoops Bishop up with the bodyslam- AND SITS OUT, SPIKING HIM ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK AND UPPER SHOULDERS WITH THE MICHINOKU DRIVER! THE REF COUNTS!

ONE!

TWO!

THR- NO! EMPHATIC KICKOUT! BISHOP WILL NOT GO DOWN THAT EASY, BUT HUNTER DOESN'T WASTE TIME BY LIFTING HIM BACK UP- HOOKING THE ARMS, HIGH ANGLE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE ENTRANCE RAMP WITH A SICKENING THUD! DESCENDING ANGEL! BISHOP IS BUSTED OPEN, THERE'S EVEN A DENT IN THE RAMP!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I hope we got insurance on that ramp. Shits expensive!

SLADE CASTLE: Fuck that, hopefully Bishop has a good plan cause I’m sure that left an equally large dent in his skull.

Hunter turns to look up above- seeing the light scaffolding. He begins climbing up, much to the audience's morbid curiosity and anxiety. He looks down at Bishop's body, takes a deep breath- JUMPS OFF AND ROTATES FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREES LOOKING FOR THE OMNISPLASH FROM THE HEAVENS-

BISHOPS ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND HUNTER CRASHES, PUTTING A HOLE STRAIGHT THROUGH THE RAMP! HE'S COMPLETELY LIMP! YAMCHA POSE!

BISHOP WATCHES WIDE-EYED, EVEN HE'S SHOCKED, BUT HE QUICKLY TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY AT HAND TO PULL HIM OUT OF THE CRATER AND SEND HIM DOWN THE RAMP WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX, SENDING HIM ROLLING DOWN TO THE RING!

SLADE CASTLE: Bishop just threw Hunter down that ramp.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: This is what the tag division is all about! Me and my boys made those belts legitimate, so you best believe you gotta kill yourself to earn them.

SLADE CASTLE: More like, kill your opponent.

Limping, Bishop looks around for his partner, but she's nowhere to be found. Grimacing and holding the back of his neck, blood trickling down his face, he rolls Hunter back into the ring. He brings himself to sit on the second rope, pulling Hunter closer. Wrapping his arms around his waist, LIFTING HIM HIGH! HE JUMPS OFF! SUPER LIGER BOMB! HIGH ANGLE SITOUT POWERBOMB FROM THE SECOND ROPE, SLAMMING HUNTER DOWN ON HIS HEAD! THE DREADKNIGHT HOOKS THE ARMS WITH HIS LEGS IN THE SITOUT PIN!

ONE!

SLADE CASTLE: That’s it.

TWO!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Not just yet motherfucker, kick out!

THREE- KICKOUT! Bishop falls over, exhausted. He begins using the ropes to stand up, breathing heavily as he stared down at his fallen opponent. Karlson has finally gotten up! She begins making her way down to the ring, though in pretty bad shape as she slides in. Nodding to her partner, they both turn to Hunter.

They lift him up, then both run toward opposite sides of the rings! They rebound off of the ropes- SIMULTANEOUS NORTHERN LARIAT TO THE BACK OF THE SKILL FROM KARLSON, RUNNING KNEE TO THE FUCKING FACE OF HUNTER! One last time, they raise him up. BISHOP BEGINS LOOK FOR DEBAAALLLATIOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: OH SHIT! WAIT, WHAT THE HELL?!! VALENTINE IS MAKING HIS WAY BACK TO THE RING, HOW IS HE STILL STANDING? HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE?!

SLADE CASTLE: He got something in his hands…

VALENTINE CLIMBS BACK INTO THE RING BEHIND KARLSON AS SHE TURNS AROUND TO SEE HIM- VALENTINE SWINGS THE EXPLODING BARBWIRE BAT INTO HER CHEST! SPARKS FLY EVERYWHERE! THE ENTIRE RING LIGHTS UP LIKE A FIRECRACKER THAT SENDS KARLSON BLOWN BACK! BISHOP DROPS HUNTER IN DISBELIEF, WHO DELIVERS A LOW BLOW!

Hunter pins Karlson with ease.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CLARA OLSON: LIZ KARLSON IS ELIMINATEDDDD!

SLADE CASTLE: Well, no one said you had to return to the back once you were eliminated. Smart play by Phantom Troupe there.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Fucker went straight for the jewels though, not cool…

The crowd begins booing instantly at the sight, even if it's technically not cheating. Valentine, a bloodied mess, wild-eyed and furious, begins laying fists into Karlson's face, busting her open as she's defenseless. Bishop tries to stand, but Hunter PUNTS HIM ACROSS THE HEAD! Valentine turns and lifts Bishop up with a vertical suplex as Hunter runs the ropes- SHOOT KICK TO THE HEAD FROM HUNTER, BRAINBUSTER FROM VALENTINE! CHASING THE DRAGON!

The boos grow louder as Phantom Troupe roll out of the ring, pulling out piles of chairs and tossing them into the ring. they then toss a table in as well! But.. Last but not least, TAPE! They walk over and tape up Bishop's wrists together, who tries to resist! They throw the chairs on top of the set up table, lifting him up in a Gory Special, Hunter climbing up the top- looking to hit the Gory Special/Cutter combo through the chairs and tables- BUT NO KARLSON COMES BACK TO LIFE, SHE RUNS OVER AND HOPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE, SENDING HUNTER OVER INTO THE CHAIRS AND TABLES WITH A MOONSAULT FALLAWAY SLAAAAAMMMM! HE GOES LIFELESS! THIS DISTRACTS VALENTINE ENOUGH FOR BISHOP TO WRAP HIS TAPED HANDS OVER HIS NECK, USING THE THICK TAPE TO CHOKE HIM BEFORE DELIVERING A SLEEPER SUPLEX, SPIKING VALENTINE ON HIS SKULL! LIZ KARLSON RUNS OVER TO ASSIST, PACKAGING VALENTINE UP WITH THE SPECIAL DELIVERY PACKAAAGE PILEEEDRIVERRRRR! SHE THEN ROLLS HIM THROUGH BACK OVER TO BISHOP- WHO RIPS THE TAPE WITH PURE STRENGTH AND RAGE AS HE SCREAMS, FREEING HIS HANDS AND LIFTING VALENTINE FOR FINAAALLLY…. DEBAALLLLAAAATIIOOIOO! THE JACKHAMMER CONNECTS!

SLADE CASTLE: There is no way Hunter can get out of that!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: This kids got resilience don’t count him out yet.

HE LAYS ON HIM, COMPLETELY FATIGUED KARLSON HOPS ON TOP OF BISHOP TO ADD TO THE PIN, BOTH OF THEM HOLDING VALENTINE'S CORPSE DOWN!

OOOONEEEEE!

SLADE CASTLE: I think…

TWOOOOOOO!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: We doin this?

THHHREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

DING! DING! DING!

THE CROWD ROARS AS THEY BOTH REALIZE WHAT HAPPENED, TURNING TO EACH OTHER WITH TIRED BUT PROUD SMILES AS THE TWO HELP EACH OTHER STANDING

CLARA OLSON: And NEEWWWW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…. BEEEE-EFFFF-GEEEEE DIVISSIOOOOOOONNNN!

The referee hands the bronze twin championships to the bloodied and wrecked two, who stare down at the culmination of their hard work, then to each other- giving a fist bump. The referee raises both of their hands.

Some shuffling can be heard while The wounded Liz and Bishop attempt to celebrate their hard fought victory. Suddenly Slade and Julius slide under the ropes into the ring behind them. Both men look ready to go when Liz and Bishop turn around. Julius and Slade tackle Liz and Bishop unloading on the two who can do nothing but block the onslaught. As the two are covering up they slowly begin to lose their ability to defend themselves when Slade and Julius notice something at the top of the entrance ramp.

Someone begins running down the ramp, holding a steel chair in hand! Castle and Fairweather turn to see who's approaching, and IT'S MYOJIN! THE PROVING GROUND X-FACTOR CHAMPION! Both jump out of the ring as soon as the Shining Star hops in, swinging wildly. Karlson and Bishop begin recovering, furious and staring daggers at their attackers- Slade and Julius simply wear smug grins as they walk up the entrance. MYŌJIN makes sure the two leave the arena before turning back to BFG Division, offering a hand toward Karlson- who accepts. They then offer one to Bishop, who simply glares at them and SWATS their hand away before standing!

MICHAEL BISHOP (off-mic):[/color] What the fuck do you want?

The X-Factor Champion steps back, dropping the chair before motioning for a mic from ringside. The crowd murmurs with confusion and wonder as they bring the microphone to their lips.

MYŌJIN: Well… I was hoping this would go better. I was going to say hello to you both, but it seems those two did so first. Bishop, I'm not your enemy. If anything, I've come to congratulate both you and Liz on becoming the NEW Project: Honor Tag Champions.

The crowd pops as MYŌJIN nods along with the cheers.

MYŌJIN: ..But that's not all I'm here to speak about. I've been watching you two work your way through any tag team in your path. You've quickly become possibly the most dominant tag team in not just Fallout, but this company in such short time.. You two are good. Good is an understatement, actually… And I know you two came together because you were tired of being screwed over, betrayed, time and time again.

MYŌJIN: Though considering what just happened, you both have a target on your back- and I figured that you could use friends, people who have been dealing with the same nonsense that you two have. These remnants of True Society and other freaks continue thinking they can do whatever they want to anybody they feel like… You've been burned by those assholes too many times, so have I, so have everyone in this company, so have the fans that come to watch wrestling- not psychos attempting murder… So what if I told you that with us, we could bring the HONOR back to Project: Honor?

LIZ KARLSON (off-mic): Who is “us"?

And almost on cue, coming down to the ring from various entrances in the arena are from the unofficially named “Team MYŌ”. Emmanuelle, James Raymond, and Tara Fenix. They all enter the ring, walking over to the X-Factor Champion's side. BFG Division watch them carefully.

MYŌJIN: Bishop, I know we've hated each other for a long time back in OWA. But I know more than anything that you are one hell of a fighter, still someone I can respect. Liz, you and I have been friends for a while- and I've seen how much of a beast you are in this squared circle. With you two, the possibilities are endless… Will you join us?

MYŌJIN extends a hand as the other three watch. Karlson and Bishop look to each other, then toward their hand. After a few tense moments, Bishop leans forward to shake their hand firmly, giving a nod. Karlson then shakes their hand as well. The crowd erupts with this advancement as MYŌJIN simply smiles before they and their friends leave the ring.

BFG Division watch them go before raising their Tag Team Championships in the air, climbing up the top turnbuckles and raising their belts in triumph to the deafening cheers.



ALARA ADAMS: Those Psychos gone?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think so, I wasn’t about to stop them though, I like having all my teeth.

After some time the ring and stage area is cleared out as the crowd waits for the next match. Suddenly the lights come down to a near pitch black. A video package begins to play as an erie tune is heard throughout the arena.



ALARA ADAMS: Looks like we got to see a glimpse of one of the many scouted talents for Project: Honors newest venture sideshow!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And from what we saw here tonight, maybe Sideshow should’ve been called Freakshow!




CLARA OLSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"The Outcast" by Upon A Burning Body plays 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. 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.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, fighting out of Los Angeles, California and weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds…he is “THE OUTCAST”...TAAAAATE SELLLLLLBYYYYYYY!!!

With the opening beats to ‘SINNER’ by Yvng Patra playing over the speakers within the arena, the lights inside of the arena cut to black, and no spotlights swivel around the arena, just only hearing the instrumental of the music before the vocals is heard over the speakers – and bringing a spotlight down onto the stage.

As the spotlight hits onto the stage, a figure is seen standing front and center for the crowd to admire down onto, hooded and keeping his identity a secret for now. The figure takes a few steps forward down the ramp, reaching about the halfway point before stopping in his tracks, and then removing the hood and showing the bright white eyes of Jason Long. He looks up to the light above his head and stretches his arms out as he soaks in the crowd’s reaction and Clara Olson makes the introduction.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent... wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at two hundred and four pounds... HE IS THE KING OF IMMMMMORRRRRTALLLLITTYYYYYYY... JAAAAASSSSSONNNNNNN LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

With his arms lowered, Jason began to make his very slow walk to the ring, passing by everyone that reached out to him, with those white piercing eyes staring up at his opponent the whole way through. Jason pauses for a moment around halfway along the ramp, soaking at the moment again and just keeping eye contact direct with his opponent. A smirk, almost like a half-smile, grows on Jason’s face before he begins his walk again and makes it down to the ringside area.

The King of Immortality soon steps up onto the ring apron and enters through the ropes, coming face to face with his opponent and staring them down as he removes his ring jacket, the lights soon coming back to life and the music fading away.

ALARA ADAMS: I’ve been looking forward to this one. There’s still some bad blood between these two men after their recent Triple Threat involving Billy Bennett. Maybe tonight they’ll finally reach the conclusion they seem to desperately need.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And maybe after the show I can help you reach that climax you desperately need?

ALARA ADAMS: I hate you SO much…

*DING! DING! DING!*

There is no hesitation on the part of either man as they meet in the center of the ring, nor is there a sportsmanlike lock-up or an exchange of hold and counterhold. Instead there are punches and a lot of them, thrown rapid-fire from both Jason Long and Tate Selby. Neither of them make an attempt at blocking the shots from their opponent, as if they’re ready to show how much punishment they’re able to take. While Tate has just as much fire and anger as Jason, the one thing he’s lacking in comparison is experience and a greater understanding of ring psychology. So when it looks like Tate is taking control by hammering away until Jason starts to lose ground, it’s really a case of his opponent letting him extend energy early in the match.

Jason is backed up against the ropes and knocked onto the apron by the time Tate’s strikes start to lessen in frequency, and he uses that moment to nail a palm strike right to Selby’s nose, making his eyes water. With him briefly stunned, Jason springs back into the offensive with a slingshot cutter into the ring, dropping Selby like hot garbage. He then takes to the ropes and comes back with a bicycle knee strike as Tate is regaining his footing. The strategy seems to be paying off for Jason as he maneuvers Tate into the corner, but suddenly Selby reverses and tosses Jason into the buckles before unloading a series of machine gun chops to the chest.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not sure who was suckering who during that exchange!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Both guys can take the punishment, that’s for sure. Should be fun to see what it will take to keep one of them down!

ALARA ADAMS: They’re so evenly matched in height, weight, and the desire to inflict punishment!

After lighting up Jason’s chest, Tate forces him into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He follows him onto the second rope for what looks to be an overhead belly to belly superplex, but Jason completes a full rotation and manages to land on his feet! Long wastes no time in charging back in, first driving a pair of knees against Tate’s back to sandwich him against the buckles. He then grabs his head and kicks off to execute the Prodigal Arrival, his version of Sliced Bread II! Jason then goes for the first pin attempt of the contest…

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!

But Tate Selby still has way too much left in the tank to go out so quickly. Tate is now forced onto the top turnbuckle by Jason, who follows him up and looks to connect with Cosmic Convergence, but a few stiff shots to the gut interrupts his plans and knocks his feet back to the canvas. Tate then hits a powerful kick to Jason’s face from his seat on the top, before pulling him back and positioning his head between his legs. Tate lifts Jason off the mat…and delivers a sit-out piledriver off the second turnbuckle! Now it’s Selby who’s going for the pin attempt…

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: We’re starting to see some higher impact moves from both men, but so far nothing that can keep their shoulders down for very long!

Jason lays on the mat, holding his neck, the effects of the second rope piledriver clearly visible. This gives Tate the opportunity to apply an armbar, but that isn’t enough for The Outcast, as he grabs hold of Jason’s fingers to bend them in a direction they’re not meant to go. It should come as no surprise that The Entity refuses to scream, his face a determined grimace as he fights against the pain Selby is inflicting. Fully aware that Jason won’t tap out to such a common move, Selby eventually releases his hold, only to viciously stomp down on Jason’s fingers. Still standing on the outstretched limb, he then begins to stomp away at Long’s shoulder, before dropping back to the mat to reapply his armbar.

After several more moments of punishment to his arm, Jason is pulled into a kneeling position by Selby, who keeps his grip on Jason’s arm. He then begins to unload a series of kicks against Jason’s upper body and head while keeping the arm outstretched and the wrist contorted, preventing him from fully blocking the strikes. Then, to finish off his trapped combination, Tate releases Jason’s arm in order to connect with a spinning kick to the back of his head. Instead, Jason leans forward to duck under the blow, then kips to his feet before unleashing a surprise spinning roundhouse kick of his own!

His boot connects with Tate’s jaw and stuns him, allowing Jason to follow up with a low crescent kick to the midsection that doubles Selby over. From there, Long finishes his comeback with an ax kick to the back of The Outcast’s head! With Tate dazed again, Jason slides under the bottom rope and tosses the ring apron aside, in search of whatever toys Chadwick Bundy has left for their match. When he emerges from under the ring, he has a length of barbed wire and a grin upon his face. Instead of returning to the ring and using it directly against Selby, Jason instead starts to wrap the wire around his own head. When he’s finished, The Entity tilts his head back and spreads his arms wide in a Jesus-like pose, drawing the ire of the audience.

Unfortunately, the time it has taken him to do this is enough for Tate to gather his senses, and he hits Jason from behind with a baseball slide under the bottom rope. The impact sends Jason forward into the announcer’s table with Tate joining him outside of the ring. The Outcast arches his opponent's body backwards over the table and grabs the barbed wire with both of his hands, pulling it tight against Jason’s own scalp. As the blood starts to drip down his face, Jason reaches out to get his hand on Kayden Ellis’s digital monitor, and smacks it against the side of Selby’s head to engineer his own escape.

The monitor leaves a few splinters of glass in the side of Tate’s face, which are only driven deeper when Jason connects with a few elbows to the side of his head. Long then grabs both of Selby’s arms in a double underhook, but instead of taking him over with some kind of throw, he instead begins to headbutt his opponent repeatedly with his own barbed-wire wrapped skull.

CROWD: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!

After the series of multiple trapped headbutts, Jason releases Tate and staggers backwards, both men feeling the effects of Long’s offense.

ALARA ADAMS: We’re getting a very close view of the violence on display, and it’s almost enough to turn my stomach!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The hatred they have for each other is orgasmic to this sold-out crowd!

Still wearing his makeshift crown, Jason staggers back toward Tate, whose collapse has left him halfway underneath the ring. The Entity pulls Selby out by his legs, but upon doing so he is smacked across the face with a canvas bag. It’s Tate Selby’s bag of broken glass! After stunning Jason, Tate pulls himself up and scatters the bag’s contents under the bottom rope, leaving a shimmering surface of broken glass to await them when the match returns to the ring. Tate then grabs hold of Jason’s already weakened arm and applies a hammerlock before lifting Long off his feet and dropping his trapped arm on top of the announce table.

He then pulls Jason back on his feet to reapply the hammerlock before running Jason’s shoulder into the nearby ring post. Finally, Selby completes his trifecta of arm damaging moves by hitting a single arm DDT on the floor. As Jason rolls away, clutching at his shoulder, Tate goes back to the ring apron to see what else he can find.

As if Jason’s own blasphemous actions were not enough, Selby pulls a long wooden beam out from under the ring, revealing it to be a large, makeshift crucifix of sorts, drawing more than a few gasps from the crowd.

TATE SELBY: You think you’re god’s gift? Well then let’s treat you like it!

It takes Tate a few moments to get the crossed beams standing on end and then he rests Chadwick Bundy’s woodworking project against the side of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: This is too much! It’s disgusting! What was Chadwick Bundy thinking when he put that under the ring?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t know. ‘Tis the season?

ALARA ADAMS: No. No way. I didn’t attend four years of bible camp to call this kind of bullshit!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Don’t worry, I got it. There’s no saving me anyway.

Tate goes back after Jason, but Long counters his approach with a drop toe hold that sends Selby face-first into the steel ring steps! Tate’s mouth comes up bloody as Jason removes the barbed wire from his head. He then begins to fasten it to one of the wooden beams, and once that’s complete, he turns back to Selby and grabs him in a wristlock. Jason quickly transitions that into a short arm bicycle kick, further widening the split lip of Selby.

With The Outcast dazed, Jason shoves him against the wooden beams and then begins to wrap the excess barbed wire around Tate’s wrist, effectively fastening him to the makeshift crucifix. Once he’s secured, Jason returns to the ring and gets a running start, coming back with a baseball slide that connects with the back of the upright beam and sends both it and Selby down to the floor. Tate lands face first with the wooden beams on top of him, doing more damage to his already injured face.

With Tate nearly out of it, Jason rolls the wooden beams over so that Tate is laying on top of them. He then grabs his free wrist and hits Kill Your Masters, driving the back of Selby’s head against the unforgiving wooden beam! Yet while Fallout rules may be in full effect, there’s no pinning a man on the ringside floor. It takes a moment for Jason to untie Tate’s arm at which point he slowly drags him back to his feet. Then, just as he’s gotten him into a standing position, Selby hits The Forgotten STO out of nowhere, driving the back of Jason’s head down against the crucifix!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t know if Bundy should be fired or if he deserves a raise!

For an extended time, both men lay at ringside, bloody and physically drained from the punishment they’ve put each other through. Finally, they both start to stir and fight their way back to standing positions. Tate is the first on his feet and he slides under the bottom rope. Bleeding from the face and wrist, he takes measure of Jason before doing a slingshot between the top and middle ropes for a diving forearm, but Long counters by leaping up with a knee to Selby’s jaw and both men collapse on the floor once again.

Jason slowly gets to his feet with his eyes locked onto Selby, and when Tate starts to sit up, Jason goes for his T-Virus knee strike to the back of the head! As if by instinct, Tate rolls to his side at the last second, and Jason’s knee slams into the ring steps instead! Not wasting a second, Selby then grabs Jason from behind…release German Suplex…Jason back to his feet but Tate with the bicycle knee strike to spin him around…the reverse rana…and finally the Rodilla Dragon to complete his No Mercy combo! Jason is seeing stars if he’s seeing anything at all, but both men are still on the floor and Tate doesn’t have the strength left to force Long into the ring!

After collapsing on the floor, Tate crawls back to the crucifix and starts to unwind the barbed wire from it. He then winds the barbed wire around his own knee instead before slowly getting to his feet and measuring Jason as he begins to recover. Tate charges at him, looking to smash Jason’s face between his barbed wire wrapped knee and the ring steps, but this time it’s Long who rolls to the side and only Tate feels the effects of what he’s done!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh the humanity!

This time it is Jason who gets back on his feet first, and he grabs Selby to roll him back underneath the ropes. Jason then gets onto the apron and propels himself into the ring, immediately going for a rolling cutter as Tate gets to his feet, but Selby manages to hold on to Jason when he grabs him by the head, pivots on his feet, and drops him back-first onto the broken glass! The Entity arches his back in pain, but Tate shows no mercy as he reaches down to pick Jason off the mat before hitting a deadlift Desnucadora, The Rite of Passage, back onto the glass! Thankfully, he goes for a pin to end this brutality…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

NO!

Jason manages to get a shoulder up at the very last second, sending waves of frustration throughout Tate Selby’s entire being. He gives Jason an audible ‘FUCK YOU’ before pulling him back to his feet. He then whips Long into the ropes and goes to connect with his Cruel Intentions on the rebound, but somehow Jason counters by leaving his feet to hit his Blood Dragon mushroom stomp, driving Tate onto the broken glass!

Now it’s Jason’s turn to hit a deadlift move as he uses all his strength to pull Tate off the mat to execute his Vanguard Driver! The top of Selby’s head is driven into the glass and now it’s Jason who makes the pin attempt…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

NO!

Much like Jason did moments before, Tate manages to get his shoulder up at the very last second. The crowd, now cheering for the sheer display of violence despite their deep dislike for both men, are awestruck by the tenacity both of them are showing.

ALARA ADAMS: This needs to end now! I’m not sure either of them will ever be the same!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I thought you weren’t calling this match anymore?

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, eat a dick, Kayden!

It’s clear by the look in Jason’s eyes that he’s done playing games and ready to finish Selby off once and for all. He pulls him up to his feet, applying an inverted facelock and Selby seems to be lifeless in his arms.

ALARA ADAMS: I think he’s going for The Deathslayer! There’s no kicking out of that!

Sure enough, Jason lifts Tate for his rarely used ultimate finishing move, but Selby still has enough life to escape and land on his feet behind The Entity. Jason spins around, but this only aids Tate in hooking him for a Gory Special Submission….but instead of holding the move, Tate swings him around to hit his own ultimate finisher, The Murderous Intent! Tate’s barbed wire wrapped knee connects with Jason’s jaw and he falls lifeless to the mat with Selby falling on top of him…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

*DING! DING! DING!*

CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the match by way of pinfall…”THE OUTCAST” TATE SELBY!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Holy shit! That was almost non-stop brutality from the opening bell! Jason had to be the favorite going into this, but Selby pulls off the upset! What a huge win for that young man!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He knew how dangerous Jason can be and went right to that Murderous Intent in order to keep him down. Impressive stuff from both of them in this rubber match!



Somewhere among the many corridors and passageways in the backstage area, we catch up to Chadwick Bundy as he pushes his weapons cart. Occassionally he stops to place a kendo stick or a steel chair in some random location, like a demented Easter Bunny hiding weapons should a Falls Count Anywhere Match break out at any moment. Then, just as he’s sliding a roll of barbed wire into an air duct, a voice from offscreen interrupts him.

SERRANO POBLANO: BUNDY!!!

The camera turns to show Serrano Poblano, one of his three chins swollen from being hit by the toaster earlier in the night, holding a frying pan in one hand and a bottle of bright red liquid in the other. Bundy dives for his weapons cart, managing to raise a cookie sheet in front of his face just in time to block a swing from Serrano’s frying pan. Bundy then swings the cookie sheet and connects with Serrano’s head, leaving a surprisingly accurate imprint of The Heater’s face indented in the flimsy metal.

Serrano staggers backwards, giving Bundy the chance to go back into his cart of weapons. This time he retrieves a tackle box and immediately hurls it in Serrano’s direction. The box flies open in midair and bounces off Serrano’s skull, but not before leaving several fish hooks embedded in his face. Then, as Bundy begins to dig in his cart again, Serrano squirts some liquid in his frying pan, and lights a match to set it ablaze. Herushes forward, his body fueled by pure adrenaline, as he swings the flaming pan towards Bundy. Chadwick ducks underneath it and swings his cookie sheet again, this time knocking the flaming pan back into Serrano’s face!

As Serrano tries to pull some of the heated fish hooks out of his face, Chadwick goes back to his cart and pulls out a wooden rolling pin. Before he can use it, Serrano is already on top of him and the two men begin to struggle over the makeshift weapon. With it being a kitchen utensil, Serrano is able to find a better grip and rip it out of Bundy’s hands. He then swings it, clocking Bundy on the side of the head. The Director of Weapon Placement goes down, which gives Serrano the chance to pop the top off his mysterious bottle of glowing red liquid. The Sultan of Spice takes a mouthful and leans down to spray the poison mist in Bundy’s face, but Chadwick quickly slaps his hand over Serrano’s mouth.

Poblano’s eyes grow wide as he struggles, desperately trying not to swallow his mouthful of flammable mystery juice. Then, to seal the deal, Bundy throws his foot up to kick Serrano between the legs, and the sudden pain of the kick to the balls forces Poblano to swallow. He immediately begins to gag and choke, which gives Bundy the chance to get back on his feet. Chadwick quickly snatches the Triple A Title out of his weapons cart and then turns toward the nearest wall, leaping onto a ladder that leads to the maintenance area above them.

Despite ingesting a potentially lethal dose of random kitchen chemicals and spices, Serrano has trained his entire life to endure that kind of punishment. He shakes off the immediate effects and rushes to the ladder, quickly following Chadwick Budny upwards. He reaches the top of the ladder, but Bundy starts to stomp on Serrano’s hands, hoping to break his grip and force him to fall. Poblano manages to grab one of Chadwick’s feet however, and with a mighty yank he trips Bundy up.

Bundy scrambles to his feet among the pipes and vents in the crowded maintenance area, which gives Serrano enough time to pull himself off the ladder. Seeing his pursuer making progress, Bundy grips the Triple A Title in both hands and takes a running swing at Serrano’s chubby face, but The Sultan of Spice suddenly lurches forward to spray a glowing red stream of vomit at their feet. Chadwick is unable to stop in time and runs into the slimy puddle, completely loses his balance, and careens over the edge of the maintenance access area!

CHADWICK BUNDY: OH FUCK BEANS!!!

The Director of Weapons Placement hurtles downward from the ceiling access area, his body landing directly in his weapons cart twenty feet below with a massive crash! The cart erupts underneath the force of the impact as Bundy’s body slams into the random kitchen utensils, bags of thumbtacks, spools of barbed wire, and god only knows what else. Back above, Serrano holds his stomach and carefully peers over the edge of the walkway. Then, he crosses his heart and presses his eyelids shut before taking a big step forward…and he falls onto Chadwick Bundy from twenty feet up with a suicide senton!!!

The two men lay unmoving amongst the assorted weaponry, with Serrano’s bulbous body crushing Chadwick between himself and the destroyed weapons cart. Suddenly, the ever-vigilant referee rushes back into the scene and goes to make the cover…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

REFEREE: New Triple A Champ…Serrano Poblano!

The referee leans down to raise Serrano’s hand as The Sultan of Spice tries to stay conscious. He then pulls himself up, but leans down to grab Bundy by his shirt collar.

SERRANO POBLANO: Now then…WHERE THE FUCK IS PERCIVAL BURQUE?!

Barely conscious, Bundy wearily raises his arm, pointing a finger at a nearby sign that has FALLOUT GENERAL MANAGER printed on it alongside an arrow pointing down the hall. With a satisfied nod of his head, Serrano scoops up his Triple A Title and staggers in that direction…

SERRANO POBLANO: …I hate Fallout…





The camera switches over to an interior view of the The Promised Land Playhouse; the living room, to be exact. It looks like any normal, pleasant suburban kids show set, with comfy furniture, brightly coloured walls, and a big, furry shag rug in the middle of the room.

On the walls are a number of framed paintings. Many of them seem to portray recent events in the history of Project: Honor, in a stylistically disturbing manner.

In one, the body of Chris Sabretooth lay submerged in water, eyes shut. Standing above him and looking down on the dead man is Havoc, eyes fiery and bright-red; he wears an odd, inscrutable expression on his face.

In another, Jason Long sits on a throne of jagged iron, face half-hidden in darkness. He rests his chin on one fist, scowling at a shattered crown that lay on the ground in front of him. There are vague, indecipherable shapes in the shadows behind him, which seem to move in the otherwise-still painting.

There’s a third picture that shows a silver tiger, a giant pink kraken, and a golden Japanese dragon all locked in a three-way struggle to the death. Laying scattered in the foreground of the painting are two dusty, cracked, blood-stained belts: namely, Proving Ground’s Grand and X-Factor Championships.

Another is of Billy Bennett, on her knees as she stares down at the Legacy Championship. Her limbs hang limp, and her eyes are dead and blank. Hanging from her wrists, neck and ankles are thin, sharp strings that dig into her skin and lead towards - and off - the edge of the painting.

And finally, one that portrays the front door of the Playhouse opening, with Alyssa Grace halfway through the entrance. She has a rather unflattering new hairstyle, but otherwise looks like the same redhead we all know and love.

Which is soon mirrored by the real Alyssa Grace opening the door that leads into the Playhouse’s living room, stepping through the threshold as a bell seems to ring from nowhere; yet still loud and clear enough to startle Alyssa.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the last toll of the bell ends, it is replaced by a cheerful children’s tune, recognizable to any regular viewers as the Promised Land Playhouse’s opening theme song. A look of disbelief on her face, Alyssa’s confusion is only deepened when she’s greeted by Candi Cain, wearing a black-and-white striped referee’s shirt and holding a microphone.

It’s a plastic toy microphone, of course, but she shouts loud enough that the lack of amplification doesn’t matter. In fact, she sounds like twice the announcer that Clara Olson is, and would probably make a good replacement.

CANDI CAIN: AAAAAAAAND COMING TO THE PLAAAAAAYHOUSE, WEIGHING IN AT ‘NEEDS A SANDWICH AND TOO MUCH HAIR DYE’ POUNDS, MEASURING ‘COMPLE-

Before the ‘referee’ can finish her bizarre, overly enthusiastic introduction, Alyssa steps into the Playhouse and shuts the door behind her. The lights dim almost imperceptibly, shadows deepening and lengthening in a foreboding manner as she shouts to interrupt Candi.

ALYSSA GRACE: Hey! What the fuck is this supposed to be? Where the hell is Mr. Wright?!

Candi’s face falls, looking disappointed and more than a little upset that she didn’t get to finish. She probably had some funny gags and references in the rest of the introduction, but Alyssa seems to be here strictly on business.

CANDI CAIN: Well, that’s no fun! Wow, to think that Jason Long le-

Alyssa seems hell-bent on interrupting Candi, as she quickly stomps over to Mr. Wright’s special assistant and grabs her by the throat to cut off her speech. Perhaps mentioning Jason might not have been the greatest move on Candi’s part.

The Playhouse co-host gasps and sputters, voice hoarse and strangled as she speaks.

CANDI CAIN: Ugh... soooorrryyyy... it’s so hard to... keep up... with this stuff...

Narrowing her eyes at the strange young woman, Alyssa scoffs and releases her, shoving Candi towards the hallway that leads deeper into the house. It too is lined with disturbing pictures, though the paintings that showed the recent history of Project: Honor are replaced by even darker images. Medieval torture implements, medical experiments, and what appear to be photographs of piles of butchered meat, lead into the kitchen.

ALYSSA GRACE: So, where the hell is the big guy? I'm going to be needing that belt of his, before I leave.

CANDI CAIN: Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be with us right away! In the meaaaaaantiiiiiimeeeee...

Having arrived in the kitchen, Candi grabs an already-boiling pot off the stove and quickly makes a cup of tea for the special guest. She places it on a plate - ceramic, with various hooks and cleavers on the surface instead of the usual flowery pattern one might expect - and offers it towards Alyssa.

The redhead doesn’t take it, shaking her head like she can’t believe Candi would assume she was that stupid.

ALYSSA GRACE: I’m not drinking or eating anything in this weird fucking place. I mean, what the hell, were you born here or something?

CANDI CAIN: Nope! Grew up in Florida, actually. Deep La- ahh, it ain’t important. How about you? Scotland, right?

ALYSSA GRACE: ...Ireland.

CANDI CAIN: Huh. Well, it’s all England anyway.

ALYSSA GRACE: WHAT did you just sa-

CANDI CAIN: Anyway, if you don’t want tea, maybe I can offer you something else!

Candi turns away to dump the tea down the sink, apparently not wanting to drink it herself. She keeps her back turned to Alyssa, a hidden hand reaching for something else on the table.

ALYSSA GRACE: Well, what else is there, then? I don’t have all day!

Turning to face the redhead, Candi grins widely, eyes shining in the strange, otherworldly light of the Playhouse as she holds a large kitchen knife in one excitedly trembling hand.

CANDI CAIN: Well, golly! Murder, of course! How dumb are you?

ALYSSA GRACE: You’ve got to be ki-

Candi Cain rushes across the distance separating them, pulling the knife back before thrusting it towards Alyssa’s midsection. Alyssa twists out of the path of the blade, trapping the attacking arm against her side with her own arm, before hitting her attacker with several elbows to the face.

A brief struggle ensues around the kitchen as the two fighters grapple and strike each other. Alyssa holds the obvious advantage in terms of ability, slamming Candi’s arm against the edge of the counter to disarm her. The knife goes clattering harmlessly to the ground, as Alyssa bends Candi’s arm behind her back, grabbing a hold of the pigtailed hair to slam her face down, over and over, into the marble countertop.

By the time she’s finished, Alyssa is growling with fury, face twisted into an angry scowl as she finally releases her grip on Candi Cain, letting the bizarre young woman slump to the ground.

Wiping sweat off her forehead with one arm, Alyssa stumbles backwards several steps as she glances around the chaotic scene that the brief fight has caused in the previously pristine room.

She keeps retreating backwards, towards the door that leads out of the kitchen. Just before she reaches the doorway, she backs up into something that stops her movement completely. Behind her looms a tall figure wearing a lovingly hand-knit sweater which depicts a group of hungry-looking, emaciated children sitting around a large cauldron. Several severed limbs stick halfway out of the bubbling liquid that rests within the cauldron.

Before she can wheel around to look up at Mr. Wright’s massive, imposing form, he wraps one arm around her torso, the other hand - holding a rag soaked in ether - is pressed over her nose and mouth as she begins to thrash and throw elbows back at the Playhouse host.

The struggling only lasts for a minute, before the ether takes its toll on Alyssa, her body growing limp as she breaths frantically into the rag. In front of her, Candi Cain pulls herself off the kitchen floor with a groan, wiping blood off her face with one hand as she approaches the captive Alyssa.

The last thing the redhead hears before her vision goes black?

CANDI CAIN: You know, Savannah really did the whole ‘emotional damage’ haircut better.

Waking up with a jolt, Alyssa lifts her head out of a bowl of liquid. She’s sitting in a dining room chair, in front of a long table that seems set for an ornate tea party.

It takes a moment for her vision to clear, and when it does she stares down at the table in front of her. To one side is a large beer glass, filled not with ale but - by the looks and smell of it - strong whiskey. The bowl that she was face-down in appears to be full of Lucky Charms, floating in a viscous red fluid rather than milk.

Blood drips off her face to stain the fine, frilly white table setting in front of her.

Standing on the opposite side of the table are Candi Cain - dressed up in bunny ears and a furry set of overalls - and Mr. Wright, who wears a Mad Hatter costume complete with comically oversized hat.

MR. WRIGHT: Uh oh, she’s getting up! And boy, folks, does she look upset!

CANDI CAIN: What should we do, Mr. Wright?

MR. WRIGHT: I’m not sure, Candi!

CANDI CAIN: Ooh, I know! How about we play a game of ‘Die and Go Seek’?

Mr. Wright turns to the camera and smiles, giving two thumbs up before turning back to Candi and patting her on the shoulder; he’s strong enough to almost flatten her, but she catches herself before collapsing to the ground.

MR. WRIGHT: Great idea! But we should hurry, the constant stream of alcohol into her system seems to have made her resistant to that sweet, sweet ether!

There’s a laugh track in the background, as Mr. Wright turns back to the camera, winking as the scene pauses. It fades to black, and credits start to roll.


The white-on-black text suddenly fades away, returning to the scene around the tea table as Mr. Wright profusely apologizes to the viewer. For some reason, he’s now dressed like Urkel from Family Matters, complete with thick glasses.

MR. WRIGHT: Did I do that?! My bad, everyone! We’re not done yet! I’m so sorry!

Grabbing Candi by the wrist, Mr. Wright practically drags her down the twisting stone tunnel that leads out of this subterranean tea room. Alyssa finishes pushing herself out of the chair, and moves down the length of the table. Still woozy and staggering at first, she is soon able to move without leaning on the table for support.

By the time she reaches the end of the wooden surface, she’s moving on steady feet, beginning to run down the tunnel after the Playhouse hosts. The stone walls soon give way to a long hall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, with the footsteps of Mr. Wright and Candi Cain echoing towards her from far in the distance.

Alyssa is so fast and determined that she doesn’t even glance at the mirrors to either side. If she were to, she would notice that none of them actually reflect her image; they show scenes from her past and present. Events from her childhood, recent weeks, and everything in-between flash in the mirrored surfaces as she continues her pursuit.

Finally, there is an end in sight; Candi Cain stands at the end of the tunnel, one arm behind her back and the other in front of her, waving at the rapidly approaching Alyssa. As the mirrors to both sides are replaced by stone walls again, Candi shouts loudly and stops waving, holding her palm out to halt the redhead.

Alyssa comes skidding to a stop, catching her breath as she stares angrily at the cheerful Candi.

CANDI CAIN: Hold on! Just wait riiiiiight there!

ALYSSA GRACE: Huh? Wh-

Midway through Alyssa’s question, Candi reaches up and tugs on a handle that hangs from the ceiling, as the floor below the Playhouse’s guest opens up suddenly to drop her down twelve feet and into a warm pool of thick fluid.

It splashes high as she crashes into the liquid, her body fully submerged before she comes clawing up to the surface, struggling for breath. It takes her a moment to realize what she’s standing hip-deep in, as the taste of copper fills her mouth.

ALYSSA GRACE: Oh, god!

It’s blood; thick, congealed and probably nowhere approaching fresh, but strangely still warm.

Before she can fully recover from the shock of being immersed in this gruesome pool, the surface behind her breaks suddenly. It’s Mr. Wright, red and sticky from head-to-toe as he rises up out of the blood to grab Alyssa in a rib-cracking bearhug. He pins both her arms to her side with his giant limbs, as he lifts her out of the pool and squeezes tight.

Struggling and thrashing wildly, Alyssa aims back-kicks at Wright’s knees, midsection and ribs; whatever she’s able to hit. Though some of the blind kicks manage to hit her attacker and stagger him slightly, his grip remains tight... and growing tighter with every second that passes.

Finally, she pulls her head forward before throwing it back with as much force as she can muster. Luckily, her skull manages to strike the perfect spot, landing dead-center in the middle of Mr. Wright’s nose with a crunching sound.

Stunned by the unexpected attack and suffering what appears to be a completely broken nose, Mr. Wright releases his bearhug around Alyssa’s waist and stumbles. The challenger takes full advantage of what might be her only chance to seize the upper hand, rushing forward and striking the staggered Wright with a Superkick that drives him further back.

He’s still standing, so Alyssa continues to press forward, planting a trio of forearm strikes on his chin that nearly causes him to topple backwards. The redhead leaps up with a Bicycle Kick that hits Wright in his already-busted nose, to send him falling back into the blood.

With a scream, Alyssa leaps on top of Wright’s back as he rolls over and tries to crawl away. She grabs his long braids tightly with one hand and pushes his face into the crimson liquid. Large bubbles float to the top of the pool before popping at the surface, gradually growing smaller as Alyssa strains and fights to keep the large man from coming up for air.

Finally, the struggling from Mr. Wright begins to fade, before ceasing completely; along with the slower stream of bubbles, which also fade into nothingness. From somewhere, a bell rings to signal the end of this bizarre, macabre ‘match’.

DING! DING! DING!

Alyssa finally releases her hold on Mr. Wright’s braided hair, as his entire body sinks down to disappear completely within the bloody pool. Alyssa lays on her back, floating on the surface and staring at the light high above.

ALYSSA GRACE: Jesus... Christ...

Candi Cain’s arms hang into the pit, watching from a dozen feet above Alyssa; one hand holds the Playhouse Championship belt, dangling it down towards the redhead. She releases it suddenly, allowing it to fall into the pit, where it lands on Alyssa’s stomach. The new Champion clutches it as she floats atop the surface of the bloody pool.

CANDI CAIN: Here’s your beeeeelt! Enjoy it while you can! I don’t think you’ll have this one for very long, either!

Before Alyssa can question what Candi means by that, Mr. Wright’s massive arm comes rising out of the depths, grabbing Alyssa by the throat and dragging her down into the crimson fluid, before she can even let out a scream.

The screen fades to black for a few moments, the Promised Land Playhouse theme music heard for several seconds before it fades away into silence as well.

Just before anyone watching might think the show is over, the scene opens to show the Playhouse living room again. Seated on the couch are Mr. Wright and Candi Cain, dressed in normal, non-blood-stained clothes and sipping casually on giant teacups, slurping loudly as they stare sideways at the figure unconscious in the chair.

It’s Alyssa Grace, perhaps still under the effects of the ether administered to her by Mr. Wright in the kitchen of this bizarre house. She is similarly unbloodied, despite having just fought for her life in a pool of it.

Or did she?

She wakes up groggily, eyes opening to first notice the Playhouse Championship belt, sitting on her lap. Candi giggles and snorts loudly, spraying hot tea out her nose as Mr. Wright simply sits and grins at his guest.

CANDI CAIN: Congratulations, Alyssa! You finally did it! You’ve been out for, jeez, over thirty minutes. That means you’ve officially held a belt in Project: Honor for at least half an hour!

Mr. Wright suddenly and inexplicably has a party blower in his mouth, which he exhales into to fill the room with a shrill, almost human screech. He takes it from between his lips and throws it over his shoulder - along with his tea cup, which shatters loudly behind him - before clapping theatrically.

MR. WRIGHT: Good job! We’re so proud of you, Melissa! Anyway...

Turning away from the redhead, Mr. Wright looks directly into the camera, his grin widening even further as he addresses the viewer directly.

MR. WRIGHT: I hope everyone at home has learned a valuable lesson tonight. Sharing is important! I had plenty of time to enjoy that silly belt, and I think it’s time to share it with the less fortunate! But don’t worry, there’s other Championships out there; maybe it’s time for everyone else to share, too! We’ll see you next time! Have a blessed day!

In the background, Alyssa can be seen walking out the front door to escape the Playhouse with her newly-won title belt. Candi just watches her go, rolling her eyes like she can’t believe their guest would leave without saying ‘goodbye’.

Mr. Wright doesn’t even seem to notice, waving cheerfully at the screen. The scene fades out for real this time, and the credits scroll as the Promised Land Playhouse theme plays in-full.







We cut to backstage where we see Slade Castle and Julius Fairweather sitting in a dimly lit smokey room. Castle is hunched over, his arms dangling off his legs while Julius unlatches and opens a briefcase while a lit cigar hangs from his mouth.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Alright, look what we got here? Paid in full, just like I said. Motherfuckers don’t even know what hit’em.

Slade leans over and looks in the case. He gives a self satisfied nod of approval.

SLADE CASTLE: Alright Julie, I’ll admit, you were right. Decent payday even though we weren’t booked.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Always gotta have a backup plan *haha*!

Slade turns his attention to the camera in the room.

SLADE CASTLE: No hard feelings Mike, Liz. I suppose now is as good a time as any to get some things off our collective chests. Me and Julie here losing the tag titles was a goddamn fluke. We know it, you all know it.

Julius pulls the cigar from his mouth and points at the camera with a crooked glare.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I’m the motherfucking longest reigning tag champ for a reason motherfucker!

Sladed pats Julius’ shoulder who hesitantly lowers his arm and goes back to ogling his earnings for the night.

SLADE CASTLE: Now, unlike some of you, we don’t need those titles to prove anything. Our performances in the ring should serve a good enough example. So let’s consider tonight the grand opening of Julius and I’s new business venture.

Julius smiles and nods, not taking his eyes off the money.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Hitmen for hire motherfucker! Our services go to the highest bidder, at our discretion. Just call the number 1-800-FUCKYOU for all your assault and battery needs.

Slade lets a brief chuckle escape his lungs then gets back to serious business.

SLADE CASTLE: What you saw tonight was our first job from an anonymous buyer. Guess BFG pissed off the wrong guy. Unfortunately that damn Myojin decided to stick his head where it don’t belong. BFG, consider this a formal warning. Whatever it is Myo wants from you, don’t listen. You don’t want to be under the heel of a douchebag who thinks he’s better than everyone else and can do whatever he wants.

Julius closes the briefcase and gets close to the camera with Slade. With his bad eye squinting stares the camera straight in the lens.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Let what we did to Holt be warning, not just to BFG but to that Motherfuckin’ Myojin as well. We’ve seen enough of this faction bullshit and we finally got rid of the worst of them. You all want to watch each other's backs? Fine, but when we treat you all like enemies in a warzone, we’ll divide and conquer you motherfuckers all the same.

Julius and Slade stand up, Julius carrying the briefcase full of money with him.

SLADE CASTLE: The goddamn Motor City Psychos are back. Y’all best watch your asses.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: As the baddest motherfuckers on this roster, we won’t be taking prisoners.

The two exit the room as the camera cuts away.

ARIK HOLT VS LIL PETEY

The camera pans around the Broadbent Arena in Louisville, Kentucky. The fans have packed into this smaller locale, with the promise of seeing only one match…Lil’ Petey versus Andrew Holt. The ring sits in the middle of the arena, tables already set up surrounding it. Goodies, shiny objects, and sharp pointy things litter the tables and the ground around it. A familiar voice booms over the speaker system.

MARSHALL GREENE: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for ONE fall and is a no disqualification, Fallout Rules match!

The usual fan pop has instead become a roar, in this smaller building.

MARSHALL GREENE: Introducing first, from St. Paul, Minnesota…weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-two pounds…ANDREW…HOOOOLLLLTTT!!!

The roar of approval and excitement becomes a loud wave of booing, as the lights slowly dim to red.




#Every breath you take,
Every move you make…

Everyone turns their attention to the entrance-way as Andrew Holt, dressed as Redd, steps out of the back with his Purge Mask lit up. The booing almost drowns out the music as Andrew begins his descent down the entrance ramp to the ring.

#Every bond you break…
Every step you take…
I’ll be watching you.

Another familiar voice can be heard as one of the two special commentators at ring side, for the match.


PAUL QUINTON: Jesus H. Christ, that is a little chilling in person.

Then comes the voice of the second special commentator.

CORA FRYE: Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot. Like…I’m semi-nipping over here.

PAUL QUINTON: Cora! That is a married man!

CORA FRYE: Probably not for much longer.

#Every single day…
Every word you say…

Andrew finds his way down to the ring, but begins walking around it, looking at the toy-covered tables. He slowly runs his fingers along any sharp object he sees.


#Every game you play…
Every night you stay…
I’ll be watching you.

Getting his fill of the destruction, Andrew slides up into the ring under the bottom rope. Keeping his gaze at the entrance way, he stands to his feet and leans back against a turnbuckle.

MARSHALL GREENE: And his opponent…from The Hip House…

The booing for Andrew Holt becomes a large movement of cheers.

MARSHALL GREENE: …weighing in at one=hundred and eighty pounds…THE DRIP SENSATION…LIL’ PEEEEEETTTEEEYYYY!!!


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 when Andrew Holt lunges forward and cracks Petey in the back of the head for a HARD forearm.

*DING, DING, DING*

PAUL QUINTON: Andrew Holt wasting NO time in this one. He’s got a pretty serious beef here, with Petey. It can be traced back, all the way to Kasey Wint-

CORA FRYE: Paul, enough with the history lesson. This isn’t Pursuit Of The Ring, nobody cares.

PAUL QUINTON: Well, no one cares about that show either. Did you see the ratings?

CORA FRYE: Couldn’t be any worse than when Project: Honor tried that ‘The Before…And After’ prediction and review shit show.

PAUL QUINTON: True. Well, at least we get to have a finale.

CORA FRYE: All Rock Johnson gave us was a smack on the ass and a ‘good job, we won’t need you for this anymore. But we’ll stay in touch’. Kind of glad that chauvinistic fucker is gone.

Andrew grabs Petey, turns him around and lands a HARD elbow into the side of his jaw. But instead of reeling back, Petey, who is still holding the microphone, CRACKS Andrew in the side of the head with it. Holt stumbles back and adjusts his mask, before lunging forward at Petey. An attempted clothesline by the former Fallout General Manager, but Petey ducks under it. Andrew hits the ropes, turns around…AND PETEY HITS A CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS ANDREW OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Holt lands hard on the outside but is quick to sit up.

PAUL QUINTON: Petey shimmies a bit in mid-ring, but then pedals backwards…bounces off the ropes…

CORA FRYE: HOLY SHIT!!!

Petey uses the momentum from the ropes to JUMP over the ropes on the other side of the ring…SUICIDE PLANCHA…AND PETEY CRASHES into Andrew, who was just beginning to get to his feet on the outside. Petey, full of adrenaline, jumps to his feet. He bounces around a few seconds, eyes scanning the nearby tables. Petey then runs around a table next to them that is chock full of items ranging from barbed wire, to a baseball bat. He grabs the table…AND FLIPS IT ONTO ANDREW HOLT!!! And with all those items falling onto Holt…PETEY JUMPS ONTO THE TABLE…DRIVING THOSE SHARP ITEMS INTO ANDREW WHO IS STUCK UNDER THE TABLE!!!

PAUL QUINTON: Petey doing all this damage and I don’t think I’ve seen him without a smile yet. He is loving this shit!

CORA FRYE: Lucky Hannah! I wonder if he keeps that smile the entire time he’s doing damage to her.

PAUL QUINTON: Wha- you know what, never mind.

Petey steps off the table and without hesitation, reaches out to grab the ring ropes and climbs up onto the apron. He glances back at the carnage below, looking down at Andrew not moving, before he shifts his gaze. Petey looks out to the crowd and points down at Andrew, only for the crowd to boo.

PAUL QUINTON: What is he planning?

Petey smirks as he moves his pointer finger from Andrew to the top turnbuckle. The fans explode into cheers, approving of the madness that Petey is bringing.

CORA FRYE: Jumping from my heart and into my wet dreams, that’s what he’s doing.

Petey climbs into the ring through the ropes and makes a line over to the turnbuckle. Climbing up it, he takes in the chanting of the crowd.

LEFT-SIDE CROWD: LETS-GO-PE-TEY!!! LETS-GO-PE-TEY!!! LETS-GO-PE-TEY!!!

RIGHT-SIDE CROWD: FUCK-HIM-U-UP!!! FUCK-HIM-U-UP!!! FUCK-HIM-U-UP!!!

Petey stands on the top turnbuckle, looking down at the table that is still flipped over onto Andrew Holt. He jumps…FREAKY BOMB OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!

CRASH!


PAUL QUINTON: PETEY JUST LANDED HIS SWANTON BOMB, BUT ANDREW ROLLED OUT FROM UNDER THE TABLE AND ROLLED UNDER THE RING!!! That table is in pieces, but so is Petey!

The Bombastic Driptastic rolls around in pain for a few moments, before being able to gather himself and get up to one knee. He grabs at his back as he is in obvious pain.

CORA FRYE: Hannah gonna have to give her man a full body rub down after this match. Of course, if she needs some help…I might be inclined to double team it with her.

PAUL QUINTON: Um…Where’d that little fucker go?

As if almost on cue, Andrew Holt emerges from the parallel side of the ring. He turns the corner and stops, bending down slightly as he is stalking Lil Petey. His red hoodie is torn in multiple spots and judging by the stains, he is obviously bleeding. Whether they are fresh wounds or busted open wounds from his match a few shows ago against Elena, is unknown.

CORA FRYE: Wait…he’s pulling a trick out of Angelo Caito’s playbook. He has some razor-wire wrapped around his left forearm.

PAUL QUINTON: I’d worry more about…

Before Paul could finish his sentence, Andrew takes off running and DROPKICKS PETEY IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!! Blood begins to trickle from multiple puncture wounds on Petey’s face.

PAUL QUINTON: I KNEW I HEARD SOMETHING DIFFERENT! ANDREW HOLT WAS WEARING CRAMPONS ON THE BOTTOM OF HIS SHOES!!! THOSE LITTLE SPIKES JUST TORE INTO PETE’S SKULL!!!

CORA FRYE: Apparently they're not just for walking on snow or ice anymore.

Andrew crawls over to the bleeding Petey and jams the razor wire into the side of his head.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): YOU WANT TO BE A FUCKIN’ LITTLE SNITCH, HUH? TELLIN’ MY WIFE ALL MY LITTLE SECRETS? YOU LIL’ BITCH!

Andrew pulls his arm away, yanking skin and hair with it.

CORA FRYE: NOT THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE!!!

Andrew rips the crampons off the bottom of his shoes and throws them into the crowd. With destruction obviously in his eyes underneath that mask, he begins to look at the nearby tables, to see what he can grab. His arms raise into the sky with a ‘hallelujah’ as he sees something he likes. Andrew takes off towards the holy table like a fat kid running towards their easter basket.

PAUL QUINTON: What did that crazy bastard find?

Almost immediately, the roar of a small engine answers the question. Andrew turns towards the unconscious Petey, smoking chainsaw echoing through the arena.

CORA FRYE: Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit…

PAUL QUINTON: You know, this might be the shit we see on Sideshow. I might enjoy this.

Andrew stalks over towards Petey, pulling the trigger on the chainsaw to make the engine repeatedly come to life…louder and louder each time. Andrew gets to Petey and leans into the former leader of Big Drip Worldwide.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): I’M GOING TO SLOWLY TORTURE YOU, BEFORE PUTTING YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY!!! BIT BY BIT, I WILL TEAR YOU APART.

CORA FRYE: He isn’t going to murder him…is he?

PAUL QUINTON: You know, Andrew did kill Jason Long for thirty minutes…then he stabbed Jacob Steele. And rumor has it, he might have had a hand in the death of Rock Johnson as well.

Andrew lifts the chainsaw up into the air, revs the engine, then brings it down onto the outstretched hand of Lil’ Petey. In a splash of blood and bone, the chainsaw tears through Petey’s finger…ripping the pinky finger of his left hand straight off. In a cry of pain, Petey sits up, grabbing the bloody stump where his finger once was and holds it tight to his chest. His reflexes kick in and he kicks at Andrew, catching the still running chainsaw and knocking it up. With a sick thud and tearing noise, the chainsaw cracks into Andrew’s purge mask and splits it in half. It slows down the momentum of the rotating blade, but doesn’t stop it from tearing into Andrew’s forehead first. Blood quickly begins to pour down his face as he drops the chainsaw to the ground.

CORA FRYE: Oh…I’m definitely going to have to get used to this.

PAUL QUINTON: The blood and queasy feeling?

CORA FRYE: No, the flush and completely turned on feeling. It’s like I’m sitting in a kiddie pool over here, Paul.

A ref is seen running over and grabbing Petey’s detached pinky, quickly handing it to a member of security who can be seen running towards the back with it. Meanwhile, Andrew Holt had found his way back to the table he grabbed the chainsaw from, blood just pouring down his face like a waterfall. Grabbing a large Stanley staple gun, he squeezes his split open skin together and proceeds to try to staple his skin together, embedding five staples into his forehead.

PAUL QUINTON: Now…I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think that’s going to hold too well. And I’m not sure if those staples are sterile enough.

Andrew uses the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe off the excess blood on his face, before turning back to look at the bounty of goodies on the table. He finally decides on his next weapon, grabbing a railroad spike. Holt lifts it up, giving it a devilish smile and nod. But just as he turns around, Petey is waiting for him. A quick elbow to the nose not only causes Holt to drop the spike, but also partially rips one of the staples halfway out of his head. Petey pulls back and unleashes another elbow to the face of Holt, causing the former man ‘formerly known as Redd’ to stumble back up against the table. Petey looks to the table next to him and grabs the first thing he sees, a normal lightbulb. He pulls back and unleashes a Will-Smith level smack against the side of Holt’s face, with the only thing to cushion the skin-on-skin contact being the broken glass of the now shattered lightbulb.

CORA FRYE: Well now his right hand is going to match the bloodiness of his left. At least he has something wrapped around his left hand to staunch the flow of blood from that lost finger.

With Holt having his back turned to Petey, picking some of the glass out of his face, Petey takes the opportunity to grab another yard tool off of the nearby table…a weed wacker. With a few revs, Petey kicks it on and takes the weed wacker wire to the back of Holt’s calves, causing the latter to scream out and drop to his knees on the ground…his pant legs in shreds in the back, blood and welts being seen through the cuts.

PAUL QUINTON: Should have grabbed the chainsaw and returned the favor. Could have made him Savannah-sized.

CORA FRYE: You think they’ll let me take that finger home? It’d be good for at least ONE night of fun…two if it holds up.

PAUL QUINTON: Um…no. If they act quickly, they might be able to reattach it.

Petey takes the opportunity to lift the weed wacker into the air…AND COMES DOWN WITH IT ACROSS THE BACK OF ANDREW HOLT’S SKULL!!! HOLT FALLS FORWARD IN A BALL!!! Petey drops to his knees and flips Andrew onto his back. He hooks his leg as the ref slides onto the ground next to them.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-

NO!!!

CORA FRYE: Petey just sat up off of the motionless Andrew. What is he thinking? He could have gotten the win there! His cockiness here, could definitly come back to haunt him.

Petey stands to his feet and an odd, devious smile appears on his face. It’s a look not usually given by the Drippiest Man In The Land. With something in mind, he slowly walks around the ring, looking at the tables…before finally finding it. A meat hook. Quickly the former Warrior Rising Champion runs back to Andrew Holt who is just starting to stir.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): You want torture? You want pain? You got it homie! We gonna drip all over this place.

Petey reaches down with his left, bloody-bandaged, hand and grabs Andrew’s lips, pulling and straightening out his cheek. Then with one fast motion, he brings down the meat hook and PIERCES THE CHEEK OF ANDREW!!! HOLT SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN AS HE EYES OPEN WIDE!!! The hook end protrudes out of Andrew’s mouth, while Petey still holds the handle tight.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): LET’S GO FOR WALK HOMIE!!!

Petey lifts the meat hook up, causing Andrew to have to stand on his feet…his skin stretching with each movement. Petey pulls him over to the table that was flipped over earlier.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): You see this area here? That’s where you took one of my digits! You know how hard it’s going to be to hold a microphone, now? Play video games? TAKE CARE OF HANNAH???

Petey yanks the meat hook hard, causing Andrew to stumble forward and smash his face off the outside post. Petey yanked the handle back, pulling back the Holt sibling.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): All because you’re a lil’ butthurt that I told your wife your secret before YOU did? That’s stupid, no cap. You have nothing but a pain in the ass of EVERYONE in Project: Honor…since the moment you opened your trap. And now…

Again, Petey yanks the meat hook, causing Andrew to smash into the post once more. But this time Petey follows it up by driving his elbow into the back of Holt’s head, smashing his face against the post even harder.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): …now we doin’ it Drip style. You want torture? You gonna get it with a big ol’ dollop of Drip. Ya’ feel me?

One more time, a yank of the meat hook and Andrew is pulled away from the post. But this time, Petey pulls Andrew over to a table and grabs something small and silver. Leading him back to the ring, he lifts the meat hook up to near the ropes. With a flash of the silver item, Petey HANDCUFFS THE ROPES, THEN AROUND THE HANDLE OF THE MEAT HOOK!!!

PAUL QUINTON: With the handgrip of that meat hook being as wide as it is, Andrew is now stuck…handcuffed to the ring rope.

CORA FRYE: You know, I like it rough. But even this is testing my limits.

PAUL QUINTON: Well-

CORA FRYE: No, no, I’m sorry. This is still the kinky shit I dig.

Leaving Andrew handcuffed to the rope, Petey turns and begins to look over the tables around him. It’s then that he notices the large bag sitting near the legs of one of the tables. Rubbing his hands together, he hussles over to the bag and grabs it…turns it over…AND DUMPS OUT THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS!!! Petey looks over at Holt, who is fighting with the hook and handcuffs, trying to pull the hook OUT of the cuffs. But due to the dimensions, that’s not possible. Content that Holt is stuck, Petey turns back around and drops to his knees, spreading the thumbtacks out a little bit more to his liking. He stands to his feet and dusts himself off, grimacing at the pain of the digit-less wound.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): I’mma treat you like a bitches youtube comment an’ pin ya, Andr-

Petey turns around, only for Holt to be standing there. The hook is still in the handcuffs, but it seems Andrew has slid the hook out of his cheek. The gaping hole is visible, as is Holt’s teeth and blood covered tongue. Before Petey can respond to the escape, Andrew Holt charges in and lands a boot to Petey’s midsection. With Petey bent over, Andrew grabs him by the hair and jumps…SITOUT FACEBUSTER ONTO THE SEA OF THUMBTACKS!!!

PAUL QUINTON: THE MOMENT!!! ANDREW HOLT JUST HIT THE MOMENT ON PETEY!!! THIS COULD BE IT!!! I TOLD you he would regret that cockiness earlier.

Andrew flips Petey over onto his back, revealing the hundreds of thumbtacks that are stuck into Petey from his face to his belly. Andrew hooks Petey’s leg, the ref sliding over through the silver-covered floor.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

WAIT…NO…

CORA FRYE: First Petey sits up within milliseconds of winning, now Andrew rolls off of Petey when he has the win in hand? What the hell is wrong with these two?

Andrew climbs to his feet, taking a moment to feel the large hole in the side of his cheek…then to feel the gash that is oozing blood on his forehead, the staples barely holding on. He turns and reaches under the ring…pulling out a large piece of plywood, covered in nails.

PAUL QUINTON: Oh shit, this isn’t good.

Andrew drags the board over and flips it onto Petey, the nails digging lightly into Petey’s skin. Just for good measure, Andrew pushes down a little bit to make sure the plywood doesn’t fall off. And with that he turns and slides into the ring, leaving a smeared trail of blood under the bottom rope. Eyeing up Lil’ Petey who still isn’t moving, Holt moves to the closest corner and slowly climbs to the first rope…then to the second…then finally onto the top turnbuckle. He jumps…

CORA FRYE: NO WAY!!! PETEY FLIPS THE NAIL BED OVER!!!

Andrew’s attempted frog splash connects…but it connects with the nail bed first, driving a whole mess of the nails into his gut. Petey let’s out a grunt as he does take the weight of Andrew onto him, but also is driven’ again into the thumbtacks that lay between him and the ground.

PAUL QUINTON: That’s gotta hurt.

Andrew stands to his feet, the nail bed stuck to his abdomin. It actually takes some hard pushing, and cries of pain, before the plywood covered in nails rattles to the floor. If the holes in Holts’ hoodie are any indication, he has a bunch of puncture wounds in his stomach now.

CORA FRYE: Chainsaw to the face, weed eater to the calves, meat hook to the cheek, and now a nail bed to the gut. How the hell is this man still standing?

PAUL QUINTON: Determination.

CORA FRYE: FUCK determination. I’m thinking about the blood loss. You can’t keep going if your body ain’t got no blood!

Andrew slowly begins to walk around the ring, looking at the tables, as Petey is standing up trying to get a lot of the thumbtacks out of his body. It wasn’t long before Andrew came back around the ring, to stare straight at Petey...who had his back turned to the former leader of True Society. But instead of finding a new toy to play with, he had started to unravel the razor wire that he still had around his left arm. With the three feet of wire undone, Andrew ran up on an unsuspecting Petey and wrapped it around his head. Not once. Not twice. But a few times, before pressing it into Petey’s skull…the entire time the face of Big Drip tried to fight Holt away.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): YOU THINK YOU’RE THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS? HUH? HERE’S YOUR CROWN OF THORNS, YOUR FUCKING MAJESTY!!!

With a sharp kick to the back of his right knee, Andrew sent Petey down to his knees onto the thumbtack covered mat.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): EVERYONE…BOW BEFORE YOUR DRIP GOD!!!

The fans boo loudly as Andrew continues to push the wire deeper into Petey’s skin. Then suddenly their response changes into loud cheering.

PAUL QUINTON: Wait…someone just hopped the barricade. WAIT…SOMEONE ELSE JUST HOPPED THE BARRICADE!!!

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): IT’S TIME FOR YOUR SACRIFICE. BUT JUST BECAUSE IT’S EASTER…DOESN’T MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO RISE FROM THE DEAD!!!

With his left hand holding down the crown of wire, Andrew reaches under his hoodie and pulls out a seven-inch steel blade. The cold metal steel of the knife catching the light that is shining down on them. He adjusts it in his hand…lifts it high above Petey…

CORA FRYE: YUNG SAUCE WITH THE ‘NEW MAGIC WAND’ ON ANDREW HOLT!!!

With a spear from the former member of Proving Ground, Andrew crashes into the ground and drops the knife. This gives Petey the opportunity to rip the razor wire crown off his head, taking chunks of skin and hair with it.

PAUL QUINTON: I can hear the steam coming from Holt’s ears from here as he kicks Yung Sauce off of him.

Sauce stumbles back, but lands on his butt. With a bit of fear in his eyes, Yung Sauce watches as Andrew Holt rises to his feet in all his blood soaked, skin hanging, glory.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Who the FUCK do you think YOU are?

TJ THOMPSON: We’re Big Drip, bitch!

Andrew Holt turns around just in time to catch a bundle of light tubes to the face by TJ Thompson. Glass flies everywhere as the cloud of mercury vapor hangs around the head of Abdrew Holt. TJ places the bundle of broken light tubes on the ground as Andrew Holt drops to his knees, trying to rub the mercury vapor powder from his eyes. Thompson runs up, jumps onto Holt with his legs wrapped around Andrew’s neck…HIP IS A CONSTRUCT!!!

CORA FRYE: HEADSCISSOR DDT INTO THE REMAINING GLASS TUBES!!! If this match doesn’t kill him, I’m sure the mercury poisoning will!

TJ THOMPSON (no mic): PETEY!!!

Lil Petey comes running over and both of them flip the bloodied Andrew Holt onto his back. Petey hooks the leg as the ref slides into view.

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-

KICKOUT!!!

PAUL QUINTON: How the fuck is this guy still going? Both of these men have given blood, sweat, and in Petey’s case a finger…yet they both are still chugging along.

Lil Petey sit’s up, his left hand pressed tightly against his chest and still wrapped in a white (but now VERY red) bandage.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): Lift him up!

Petey slowly climbs to his feet, his hair matted down with blood. His usual fresh drip style, soaked with a mixture of his own blood and Andrew Holt’s. Yung Sauce and TJ Thompson lift the bloodied and beaten Andrew Holt to his feet. Petey comes running up as Big Drip lets go of Holt…MP3 JUMPING CUT-NO!!! ANDREW HOLT PUSHES PETEY FORWARD, CAUSING THE FORMER GRAND CHAMPION TO STUMBLE TO THE GROUND. Andrew turns to look at TJ Thompson…RIGHT HOOK…RIGHT HOOK…Andrew pulls back RIGHT HOOK AND TJ THOMPSON GOES FLYING BACK OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE CROWD!!!

CORA FRYE: It looks like the fire has been relit under Andrew’s ass.

Andrew Holt turns to see Yung Sauce charging him with a bat he must have found in the bounties. Yung Sauce swings, but Holt ducks under AND COMES BACK UP WITH A KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION OF SAUCE!!! Yung Sauce bends over in pain…Holt grabs him around the neck and under the arms. CODE OF SILENCE!!! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT ONTO YUNG SAUCE AND THE FORMER PROJECT: HONOR STAR IS OUT COLD ON THE MAT!!!

PAUL QUINTON: Petey better get up and get his head on a swivel. His protectors have been all but eliminated.

Andrew Holt stands to his feet, but not before grabbing the baseball bat Yung Sauce tried to use on him. He turns and looks over at Petey, who is using the ring apron to get back to his feet.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this. Since the moment I stepped into this place and saw the way they treated Arik. The moment I saw how you holier-than-thou assholes thought you were BETTER than my brother. Then I saw how he just took it…didn’t fight back…always gave in. I knew I had to help him. I had to be the protective brother that I always was.

Petey, using the apron, began to try to walk away from Holt…but Andrew slowly followed behind.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Then when I had him put away, nice and tight…and took over…you had to start butting your head in. First with Kasey Winterborn…now with Savannah…and everything in between. This was your retirement tour…and this is your final song. No returns, no reunions, no final goodbyes. This is the it, Peter.

Lil’ Petey stops running and slowly turns around to see the advancing Andrew Holt.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): It’s PETEY!!!

Andrew swings the bat, but can’t complete the revolution as Petey slams into him with a diving forearm to the face. Both men land hard onto the ground, crashing into a nearby table and knocking its contents onto the floor around them.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): YOU WILL…PUT RESPEC’...ON MY FUCKIN’ NAME!!!

Petey gets up to his knees and grabs a pair of brass knuckles that feel off the table. He quickly slides them onto his right hand, pulls back, and CRACKS Holt in the side of the mouth. With a spray of blood and a tooth, Holt’s head violently jerks to the side with the hit. Petey pulls back again and unleashes with another right hook that sends more blood and another tooth, flying from Andrew’s mouth.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): SAY MY MOTHERFUCKIN’ NAME!!!

Andrew turns his head slowly and looks up.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): …Peter!

Lil’ Petey pulls back to land another strike, but the pause in the assault gave Holt enough time to grab a mallet that slid off the table. With a sickening thud, Holt cracked Petey in the side of the head with it, sending the One Hip Wonder flying off of him in pain. Holt climbs to his feet and spits out a large amount of blood, then feels the side of his jaw.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): You know, Pete…

Andrew walks over to the pile of items that fell off the table. He begins to lightly kick at them, to see what he could find in the chaos.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): …getting your disciples to come out here on your behalf? Great idea. Because you know you couldn’t do it on your own, so you turned a one-on-one…to a three-on-one. I respect that decision.

Holt turns around just in time to see Petey charging him. Holt, instead, moves and hip tosses Petey into the fall table. The MILF Hunter crashes into it and cracks it.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): But…even they have to understand the season. Before Jesus rose up from the grave, he had to be crucified.

Andrew reaches down and grabs what looks to be a nail gun, from the ground. He turns and looks at Petey, who is up against the broken table.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): In nomine Patris et Filii…

Andrew aims the nail gun at Petey.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): …et Spiritus Sancti.

Just as Holt pulls the trigger, he jerks forward, causing the gun to aim up into the air and fire the nail toward the ceiling. Andrew falls to the ground, grabbing at a fresh hole in his hoodie. Standing behind where he was, is a familiar face with a bloody knife in their hand.

CORA FRYE: IT’S JASON LONG!!!

Jason reaches down and grabs Andrew by the hair, lifting him up to his feet. Jason takes a few steps back….T-VIRUS!!! BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE TO THE BACK OF ANDREW’S HEAD!!! Jason Long looks at the fallen Andrew Holt, then over at Petey, shaking his head in disgust before turning and walking off the he came.

PAUL QUINTON: Jason Long finally getting a bit of revenge for the shit Holt put him through. Although I’m sure he would have liked that knife to probably do a bit more damage than it probably did.

CROWD: PE-TEY! PE-TEY! PE-TEY!

CORA FRYE: True. You know, I wonder if that mallet hit by Holt earlier knocked Petey out cold. Unless it’s the blood loss…that could be a reason he hasn’t moved.

PAUL QUINTON: Both men have given it everything and honestly I’m surprised it took this long for the damage to slow them down. They better have those medics ready to go, because the moment this match ends…they are both going to need a trip to the hospital. Some of these injuries even look bad enough to need some kind of reconstructive surgery.

Andrew begins stirring, as does Petey.

CORA FRYE: It really is interesting to see. So far three people have come out here to attack Andrew…whether all three were doing it for Petey could be debatable…but absolutely NO one is assisting Holt.

PAUL QUINTON: That’s because he is a twisted man. Once he had no power and no True Society, everyone was pretty much done with him. He was no use to anyone anymore. Which actually asks the question…was he using them or were they just using him? Maybe Andrew has a right to be a dick…maybe…

Andrew stands to his feet, wincing and reaching at the knife wound in his back. Petey is also on his feet, but is using the barricade to hold himself up. He sees Andrew and quickly reaches down and grabs that mallet Andrew hit him with earlier. Petey charges at Holt. He lifts the mallet into the air…BUT ANDREW TURNS AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A RIGHT UPPERCUT ON PETEY! HOLT FOUND THE BRASS KNUCKLES PETEY WAS USING AND HAD SLIPPED THEM ON! Petey stumbles back and trips over the nail gun, smashing into the broken table again, this time breaking off a piece of it. Holt charges forward and grabs the nail gun again. Petey has no time to move before Holt steps down onto his left forearm…pinning his left hand against the piece of broken table.

CORA FRYE: Oh fuck…

POP!

POP!

POP!

POP!

Petey screams out in pain as four nails quickly pierce through his hand and into the broken piece of table. Andrew lifts the nail gun up to Petey’s forehead.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): No more games.

Andrew presses the end of the gun against Petey’s head and pulls the trigger.

Click!

PAUL QUINTON: THE NAIL GUN WAS EMPTY!!!

CORA FRYE: I’m sure Petey’s eyes flashed before his eyes.

Andrew throws down the nail gun and looks to the other side of the ring to see TJ Thompson helping Yung Sauce to his feet. He glances around at the booing crowd, when suddenly the lights cut out.

ANDREW HOLT: I said no more games, Petey. Yet your little heathen friends keep popping their heads into our business. So…I guess it’s time I bring in my friends.

The side of the ring where Petey and Andrew were, suddenly lights up green as almost a thousand green purge masks turn on. Then in front of them all, a new Redd mask.

ANDREW HOLT: This ends here and now!

Emergency lights kick on at the entrance way as TJ and Yung Sauce can be seen helping Lil’ Petey up the entrance ramp…where they stop at the top and all turn around. The piece of table still nailed to Petey’s hand, they all look down at the army of purge masked individuals climbing over the barricades and surrounding Andrew who has now found his way into the middle of the ring.

ANDREW HOLT: YOU HAVE YOUR FRIENDS…I HAVE MINE! WE’LL SEE WHO COMES OUT ON TOP.

Lil’ Petey, TJ Thompson, and Yung Sauce all watch as the green mask army slowly surrounds the ring and looks ready to charge up the ramp. The three of them prepare for a battle that they obviously know they can’t win.

MYOJIN: Numbers look a little one-sided to me.

The fans pop as MYOJIN steps out of the entrance way and stands to the right of TJ Thompson.

PAUL QUINTON: HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!

MYOJIN: I figured you would pull this kind of bullshit, so I brought some friends of my own. Well…not really friends…more like others who are just TIRED of your shit, Andrew.

And just like that, dozens of roster members across Project: Honor, walk out of the entrance ramp and surround Petey, TJ, and Sauce. From Havoc and Julius Fairweather, to former Project: Honor member Ozymandias’ manager Meredith and a few of Ozymandias’ cultists.

ANDREW HOLT: So you think that because you got the Project: Honor rosters on your side, that you can still match the sheer NUMBER of followers I have?

BILLY BENNETT: No…

Billy steps out of the crowd of Project: Honor members, next to Yung Sauce, a microphone in her hand and a piece of fabric.

BILLY BENNETT: But they certainly help.

Lights kick on showing a large crowd behind them, surrounding the outside of the entrance-way. Most of them are wearing Lil’ Petey t-shirts or Big Drip memorabilia.

BILLY BENNETT: You have your little followers…Petey has his own FAN CLUB!

Billy drops the microphone and unravels the fabric in her other hand. As she puts it on, we see it is a Lil’ Petey fan club t-shirt. Petey smiles as he looks around at the group surrounding him. He grips the mallet he is holding with his right hand, tightly, and moves the piece of table nailed to his left hand, to look like a shield.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): BIG DRIP WORLDWIDE…SHHEEEEEEESSSHHHH!!!

Petey turns and looks at everyone around him, who look semi-confused.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): You feel me?

A roar takes over the crowd as the Project: Honor roster and the Lil’ Petey Fan Club all charge forward towards the sea of green masks. The green masked Redd army charges forward and both groups clash in the crowd, the entrance way, and even around the ring. While the Redd army and the Fan Club were pretty evenly matched, the Redd army had NO chance against the Project: Honor members.

Havoc with a ClimaX, Jumping Double Knee Facebreaker, on one of the masked individuals.

Kyle Valentine with Jecht Shot, Shining Wizard, to another masked individual.

Virgil Barrick dropping one of them with his version of a Lariat, to the back of the head.

Tyler Cage burying one of their masks into the ground with a Bad Attitude, Curb Stomp.

Giovanni blasting one of them with Starstruck, a Superkick.

And Latoya Hixx splitting one of them in half with a Double Knee Backbreaker.

Andrew Holt stood in the middle of the ring, watching the chaos around him. His green mask wearing army quickly falling and he was very close to being outnumbered. The rage was quickly building in Andrew.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): I swear to God, you’re all USELESS!!!

The few remaining members of Holt’s masked group, began to shove weapons into the ring with him, before the Project: Honor roster and Fan Club finally overrun them. Andrew Holt stands all alone in the ring, surrounded by angered roster members and even former True Society members. Andrew frantically looks around for any sign of green, but no matter how much he spins around in the ring, all he sees are faces that want to see nothing more than his time here ended.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): It’s over, Andrew. Now it’s just you and me to finish this puppy, you feel?

Andrew turns around to see Lil’ Petey slide into the ring. The piece of table that is nailed to his hand, had been broken in half but still the remaining part sticks. He grips the mallet and prepares for Andrew to attack.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Good. Now they all can just stand by and watch as I break their all-mighty Petey.

The two of them begin to circle the ring, keeping their eyes locked on each other.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): When I came into Project: Honor, I was amazed that of ALL the people that could still be running the halls since it opened...you were one of them. I understood Dickie Watson. I understood MYOJIN. But you? You’re the type in prison, to be someone’s bitch. You’re the type in prison that when there is a fight, you go hide behind your protector or in the corner. But now…now you try to show off in front of your friends. Now you try to show off in front of your disgusting fan club. And now…now I get to make it where MYOJIN is the only original left standing.

Andrew quickly bent down and grabbed a long stick and charged at Petey. Within seconds, it was easy to see what it was as electricity arched from the ends: Andrew had grabbed a cattle prod. Andrew lunged forward and tried to tag Petey with the prod, but Petey used the piece of table nailed to him to block it. In retaliation, Petey swung the mallet at Andrew’s head. Andrew managed to block Petey’s swing, causing him to drop the mallet. But with Holt distracted, Petey swung the table-shield around and caught Andrew in the side.

CORA FRYE: Petey finally using that injury to his advantage. But he is missing a key element of that so-called shield of his.

PAUL QUINTON: What’s that?

CORA FRYE: I’m sure those nails didn’t just stop at the board. They had to go through, right?

Almost as if on cue, Petey attempted to swing the table again, but Andrew took a step back and reacted with a dropkick, THAT SENT PETEY FLYING BACK INTO THE ROPES!!! Petey bounces off of them…AND DUCKS UNDER THE SWING OF A METAL BASEBALL BAT FROM ANDREW HOLT! Petey slows down and reaches down, grabbing a chain off the ground. He turns and swings it down at Holt, WHO BLOCKS IT WITH THE BAT! BUT THE CHAIN WRAPS AROUND THE BAT AND BOTH MEN ARE FIGHTING FOR CONTROL!!!

PAUL QUINTON: Both men are starting to definitely look winded and Petey is starting to look uneasy on his feet.

Petey makes one final attempt, yanking the chain towards him. Andrew lets go of the bat and they both watch it go FLYING into the crowd. Petey turns around…SUPERKICK…BUT HE BLOCKED IT WITH HIS TABLE-SHIE-

CORA FRYE: THERE’S WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! THE NAILS THAT WENT THROUGH PETEY’S HAND AND THROUGH THE TABLE, HAVE NOW BEEN IMPEDED INTO PETEY’S CHEST!!!

Petey falls to the ground and scoots up against the ropes.

PAUL QUINTON: Petey looks like he might be gasping for air. I hope one of those nails didn’t pierce a lung or something.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Now how should I end this, Petey?

Andrew starts walking around the ring, looking at all the items in it. He bends down and picks up a ball peen hammer.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): A hammer to the head? Nah, too quick.

Holt drops the hammer and moves to the next item, picking up a pair of garden shears.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Removing the rest of your digits one by one, until the loss of blood takes you? Nah, it looks like that might be happening already.

Andrew chucks the sheers at the corner of the ring where Billy Bennett is standing on the outside. She looks to want to climb in and rip him apart, but stops herself.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Or should I simply take you out the way I took out Rock Johnson.

CORA FRYE: Wait…what did he say?

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): What?

PAUL QUINTON: SO THE RUMORS WERE TRUE!!!

Andrew pushes some junk away and picks up a small handgun.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Are you going to be a little bitch like him too, Petey? I will say, there was just such a wonderful feeling to see that cocky asshole laying there…quiet…a pool of blood forming behind his head. Knowing I would never have to hear him misspeak my name again. Knowing I would never have to hear him be a disrespectful asshole again.

LIL’ PETEY (no mic): Hol’ up…you…you killed Rock Johnson?

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Two bullets to the head. Never fails.

Andrew points the gun at Petey and mimics shooting twice.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): And now…now it’s your turn.

Andrew steps forward, pointing the barrel at Petey’s forehead. He slowly pulls the trigger of the gun…

Petey flinches…

Some of Lil’ Petey Fan Club cry out…

But the only thing shot from the gun was a little flag that read ‘bang’.

CASANOVA ENGLISH (no mic): YOU’RE WELCOME!!!

Andrew looked up towards the direction he heard Casanova’s voice scream from the crowd. But it was the footsteps behind him that really caused him to turn around. And it was just seconds before the barrel of a rock-candy and jolly rancher covered baseball bat came flying into the side of his head. His mask broke off and skittered off to the outside of the ring. Andrew Holt dropped to a knee and looked up to see Savannah Andrews standing there, baseball bat in hand.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Sav…my beautiful wife.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS (no mic): I don’t even know the hell you are. And anyway…It’s not legal anymore.

Savannah reaches behind her and pulls out some paperwork she had tucked into the elastic of her pants. She tosses them at Andrew, but he just watches them land softly on the mat.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS (no mic): Our marriage has been annulled. I was lured into false pretenses to marry Arik Holt…when your real name is Andrew Holt. Seems like a sham marriage to me.

Andrew turns his head to look at Petey, who is barely holding on due to his blood loss.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!

Andrew jumped to his feet and charged Petey, but a swing of the rock candy covered bat that connected to his nose, caused him to stop dead in his tracks. With blood gushing from his nose and his left eye socket obviously broken…Andrew stumbled back slightly, before looking at Savannah and dropping to his knees.

ANDREW HOLT (no mic): Everything I’ve done for you…I’ve…I’ve done out of love.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS (no mic): It was never love.

Savannah lifted the bat high and came down with a hard crunch on the top of Andrew’s head. The hit and the already broken eye socket, caused Andrew’s left eye to actually pop out of his skull, but the unconscious Holt collapsed onto the ground.

The whole crowd was silent.

Savannah flipped Holt over onto his back, but used the hood from his red hoodie to cover his face so that no one would see the mess that it had become. Meanwhile, Yung Sauce and TJ Thompson had slid into the ring and were helping Petey up. All three of them slowly walked over to Holt, before Sauce and TJ helped Petey down onto the motionless body. The ref slid into the ring after watching all of the chaos from the outside.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

*DING DING DING*

MARSHALL GREENE: And your winner by pinfall…LIL’ PEEEEETTEEEEEYYYYYY!!!

The crowd erupts in cheers and the Project: Honor roster and Lil’ Petey Fan Club quickly separate, letting the mob of medics rush down to the ring to check on Lil’ Petey and Andrew Holt.



With the main event looming, we go backstage to find Fallout’s General Manager, Percival Burque, spinning his wheelchair in circles with a joyful smile on his face.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: ♫I’m a dizzy GM…yes I am…a dizzy GM I am!!!♫

Just then, his fun is interrupted as an unexpected figure enters the scene, none other than Proving Ground’s General Manager, Indy Darling.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh! Darling of the Independents! My friend and partner! What brings you to my Pay-Per-View?

INDY DARLING: Percy. I’m not here as a member of management tonight. Just here to support a friend.

Ratman does another spin with his chair before responding.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Ah! I see! Mr. Marcus I assume?

INDY DARLING: That’s right.

Ratman continues to spin in circles, only pausing to reply to Indy, no doubt making the Proving Ground GM just as dizzy as himself.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: That’s so nice. I’m always happy when friends are supporting friends. Even if those friends accidentally show favoritism. Not that you would do that, but I would. If dear Serrano were on my roster, it might be him facing Havoc tonight, but I think he’s probably busy as the new Triple A Champion. Instead it’s your friend, Mr. Marcus. Which you’re here to support. Back here from a safe distance.

Indy seems a little confused as he tries to understand what his business partner is talking about.

INDY DARLING: If you’re implying that I’m here to interfere on Mark’s behalf, that’s not it at all. Believe me, he doesn’t need my help in that ring.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh, of course not! After all, he’s beaten you three times! Correct?

Indy’s eyes narrow as he stares at his business partner from behind his blue aviators.

INDY DARLING: Right. Besides, I have my own match to get ready for.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh yes! The not-so-nice brother of yours! I saw what he did on the Grounds of Proving. Very unsportsmanlike. Very evil. Makes me glad I’m an only child.

Percy goes back to spinning in his chair without a care in the world.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Well, Darling of the Independents, my business partner and managerial equal, I have much work to be doing. I hope you have a pleasant evening at my show!

INDY DARLING: Thanks…I guess.

And with that, Ratman stops spinning and zooms out of the scene in his wheelchair, destination unknown. As he disappears in the distance, we can still hear him…

PERCIVAL BURQUE: ♫I’m a speedy GM…yes I am…a speedy GM I am!!!♫

Indy shakes his head incredulously, trying to understand how someone like Percival Burque could end up as his business partner and one of the co-owners of a globally successful wrestling promotion. Just then, Indy is startled as someone else runs into the scene. He immediately makes a pair of fists, almost as if he’s expecting Kurtis Slayne to attack him from behind once again. Instead, it is none other than The Sultan of Spice, Serrano Poblano, who is clearly out of breath and dazed from his earlier battle with Chadwick Bundy.

SERRANO POBLANO: *huff huff*...Percy…*huff huff*...where’s Percy…*huff huff*...life or death…

INDY DARLING: Yeah, you just missed him. What in the hell is wrong with you, anyway?

SERRANO POBLANO: Mr. Darling…*huff huff*...I’m really in a mess…*huff huff*...my friends have been kidnapped by that guy…*huff huff*...from The Boondock Saints…*huff huff*...and he’s gonna eat them if I don’t kidnap Percy for him!

Indy seems just as confused as Timothy Daniels was earlier in the night. Unlike the reporter however, Indy is willing to offer some advice.

INDY DARLING: Serrano, you fought inside of Wargames. You’ve had over twenty matches in Project: Honor even if most of them were losses. You’re the Triple A Champion! Why don’t you just kick that guy’s ass and rescue your friends? I mean, if Lil’ Petey can pop a cap on some mercenary in Mexico in the name of friendship…you can surely handle a Hollywood actor for your friends. Just challenge the guy to a match and I’ll make sure it gets booked for Disputed Territory.

Serrano, leaning over to rest his hands on his knees as he catches his breath, seems to be giving Indy’s suggestion some serious thought. Why he hadn’t thought of that himself is a mystery, but it seems as if he likes the sound of Indy’s idea.

SERRANO POBLANO: You’d…you’d do that…for me?

INDY DARLING: For you? No. But making matches is kind of my job, and for some reason, people actually like you. So yeah, consider the opening match at Disputed Territory all yours.

Without warning, Serrano jumps forward and wraps his flabby, sweaty arms around Indy, giving him the most uncomfortable bearhug of his life. Still feeling the effects of multiple chairshots on his surgically repaired back, Indy cannot help but wince as he’s hugged.

SERRANO POBLANO: Oh, Mr. Darling! You’re the absolute best! Thank god I’m not Jewish like Mr. Levy! I don’t know why he and your brother hate you so much!

Indy does his best to escape the embrace, a look of disgust on his face.

INDY DARLING: Well, my brother’s an asshole and I’m going to rip him limb from limb for desecrating my father’s good name, so….

Finally, Serrano breaks the hug and gives Indy a beaming smile.

SERRANO POBLANO: I love you, man!

And with that, a gleeful Serrano Poblano rushes off, no longer needing to abduct his best friend on behalf of Willem Dafoe. Indy can only shake his head in disbelief, but somewhere deep down, he knows he’d take twenty more Serrano’s over just one Kurtis Slayne…


We cut back to Ringside where we see the lights begin to strobe. Camera shots of the Hellish structure pan around it showing the inescapable prison from all sides. While it is lowering we cut to the commentary team.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s time for our main event of the evening and I couldn’t think of a better way to end Easter Sunday, then with a Hell in a Cell match. While this rivalry hasn’t been long, it is red hot.

KAYDEN ELLIS: After drowning at Spring Break, Havoc came back with a vengeance when Mark Hunter came to Fallout and attempted to declare himself as the Ascended Prime Champion. Havoc hasn’t taken kindly to that attacking Hunter on two occasions already.

ALARA ADAMS: The last thing Fallout needs is some pompous asshole running the locker room. I for one, hope Havoc kicks his ass back to Proving Ground, Underground, or wherever the hell, as long as it’s not here.

The cage makes contact with the ground where the ringside crew secure it to the ground. The lights go back to normal as we wait for the competitors to make their entrances.

“Feel Invincible” by Skillet suddenly sounds throughout the building and the crowd erupt into an undeniably negative response. After a few seconds' pause Mark Hunter strolls out onto the ramp area, he smirks in a self-satisfied and confident manner at the reaction from the fans and begins his walk down to the ring. As he approaches the cell wall, he looks it up and down taking a deep breath then confidently opening the door and entering the cell.

ALARA ADAMS: Speak of the devil…

KAYDEN ELLIS: If it isn’t obvious enough, the Fallout crowd as well as my commentary partner and I, have no love lost for this man.

He slowly walks up the steps and enters between the middle and top rope before instantly wandering over to the far corner, Hunter climbs up and poses for the crowd whilst taking in the response from the fans. He lowers his arms taking a good look at the structure from the inside. He soon steps down to the canvas and stretches his arms in the air before readying himself for action. At this stage the music slowly fades away.

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of the Nightmare Tyrant. A red spotlight appears near the curtains as smoke engulfs the entire stage. “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, the Ascended Prime championship around his waist. All the men and women around the stage bow at his presence as Havoc slowly makes his way down the ramp, and the strobing red lights lighting their path. As he approaches the cell, a dark red light shines down onto it. Mark Hunter pays no notice as he continues to wait in his corner.

KAYDEN ELLIS: A man usually hated by the crowd is a near fan favorite when it comes to being put face to face with this man.

ALARA ADAMS: He is the Nightmare Tyrant and he will show Mark Hunter just why he rules Fallout as well as all of Project: Honor.

KAYDEN ELLIS: You don’t have to love the guy but I don’t see this being that easy for Havoc. Hunter is a decorated champion and widely viewed as one of the biggest threats in this company to anyone who stands across from him.

The Nightmare Tyrant opens the door and steps through, referees locking the door behind him. He turns back to look at the chained up door behind him and smiles. He walks to the corner opposite of Hunter and climbs up to the top turnbuckle from the outside and embraces the mixed crowd reaction with a smirk on his face. He jumps down to the mat and stares across the ring as the lights return to normal.

CLARA OLSON: The following main event contest is a Hell in a Cell match!

The crowd cheers loudly as Clara’s voice fills the arena.

CLARA OLSON: First, the challenger… weighing in at 225 lbs, residing in San Jose, California. He is Project: Honor’s Resident Bastard. “The Straight Shooter” MARK HUNTER!

The Fallout crowd lets the prominently PG competitor know, that his presence is not welcome. He smiles and waves to the crowd, taunting them with his unearned title match.

CLARA OLSON: And the champion…

The crowd who were mixed erupt into a cheer wanting literally anyone other than Mark Hunter to hold the Crown Jewel of Fallout.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at 215 lbs, he is your savior and the Ascended Prime Champion. This is “The Nightmare Tyrant,” HAVOC!

Havoc rips his belt off his waist and lifts it high into the air. He raises his other hand signaling his apostles to also rise to their feet. He lifts his head listening to the sweet sound of anticipated violence. He lowers himself handing the title to the referee who holds the belt high into the air showing the camera and crowd before hiding it off into the corner of the ring. He calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: And we’re off!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I cannot wait to see these two tear each other apart.

ALARA ADAMS: Well you obviously don’t have to wait any longer.

Havoc and Hunter circle the ring observing the surrounding steel structure. Both men turn their attention toward each other and stare across the ring, Havoc ready to put the Hell in Hell in a Cell, and Hunter with the Ascended Prime Championship solely on his mind. The competitors walk toward the center of the ring while they stare each other down, not yet coming to blows. Hunter seems to be mouthing off to Havoc but the Tyrant stays silent. Havoc has had enough of Hunter’s words and turns his back to the resident bastard. Mark grabs Havoc’s shoulder but he spins back around landing a hard discus elbow to Hunter’s head.

Mark takes a few steps back and drops to one knee. Havoc doesn’t let up as he runs into the ropes and rebounds back, taking to the air, landing a single leg dropkick into Hunter’s head once again. Havoc lifts Hunter to his feet and lands a hard backhand chop pushing Hunter back. He repeats the process until Hunter is back into the corner. Havoc whips Hunter who bounces out of the corner when Havoc rushes in sending him flying back into the corner with a dropkick. Mark hits the middle turnbuckle hard, dropping to the ground in a seated position in the corner. Landing on his back, Havoc rolls backwards and onto his feet. He points to the corner with Hunter then charges in landing a devastating hesitation dropkick, driving his boots directly into Mark’s upper chest, neck and head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Havoc dealing damage to the back of Mark Hunter’s neck.

ALARA ADAMS: Wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if we see Havoc try and put Mark back out of commission once again.

Havoc begins to look around the structure and rolls out under the bottom rope to walk around the ring. As Havoc rounds one of the corners, he lifts the apron to search under the ring. While searching, the Straight Shooter begins to recover, pulling himself up by the ropes. Havoc’s head finally comes up from under the ring, shortly followed by the sight of his signature barbed wire bat.

ALARA ADAMS: He didn’t enter with it and now we see why!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Havoc made sure he would get that bat in here by hiding it under the ring?!

Havoc slides the bat into the ring then slides in shortly after it but Hunter has already reached the bat and kicks it out of the ring before Havoc can grab it. Hunter follows up by stomping on Havoc’s hand and wrapping him up in a front headlock. Hunter lifts Havoc to his feet, keeping his head tightly locked in place. Havoc reaches for one of the ropes but is just barely out of reach. Hunter notices the attempts and lifts Havoc up, suplexing him overhead with the headlock. With both men on their back, Mark rolls them both over onto their stomachs. Hunter laughs and begins mocking Havoc who is trapped in the hold. Havoc tries to get one of his legs underneath himself to try and push up but fails. Hunter continues wrenching the hold then transitions into a fujiwara armbar.

ALARA ADAMS: The Kentish Armbar!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hunter wants to make Havoc submit!


Havoc quickly slips free wanting to avoid any lasting damage this early in the match. Hunter doesn’t let Havoc get far as he grabs him around the waist and drops him on his head with a high-angle german suplex. Havoc attempts to use the momentum to get out of the ring but Hunter stops him, dragging him back to the center. Hunter gets to his feet and begins to apply a standing ankle lock onto Havoc. The Nightmare Tyrant begins clawing at the ring mat dragging himself into the ropes. This doesn’t break the hold but it does allow him to pull himself out of the ring dragging Hunter into the top rope neck first.

Hunter grabs his neck and rolls around writhing in pain and making sure he is still able to breath. On the outside, Havoc quickly checks his ankle then grabs the bat that was knocked outside. This time, Havoc goes to the opposite side of the ring as Hunter and jumps up onto the mat. Havoc steps through the ropes, bat in hand, and approaches the downed Mark. As Havoc lifts the bat over his head, Hunter reactively kicks Havoc’s knee out from under him, sending the bat to the outside of the ring once again. Getting fed up with Hunter interfering with his plans, Havoc dives on top of his downed opponent and begins to drive his elbows into Hunter’s head.

ALARA ADAMS: Some sick elbows from Havoc.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hunter is smart trying to keep that bat out of the ring. While capable in a deathmatch scenario, that is very much Havoc's ballpark versus the more grounded traditional style of Mark Hunter. It seems Havoc has taken exception to the constant interference.

Hunter blocks to the best of his ability using the slightest opening to land a cheap shot into Havoc’s jaw, getting the pissed off Tyrant off of himself. Both men lay on the ground as the crowd cheers the efforts of both men.
KAYDEN ELLIS: The crowd is electric right now and it feels like we’ve only just gotten started.

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t see this being anything less than a bloodbath.

Havoc and Hunter both begin to recover at the same time but Mark gets the advantage, rushing in and hitting Havoc with a snap suplex. Mark rolls through and lifts Havoc up with the arm still hooked lifting him for another snap suplex. He does this one more time but this time Havoc reverses the suplex lifting Mark instead hitting a snap suplex of his own. They both get back to their feet holding each other up. Mark gets up slightly quicker and brings a fist down into Havoc’s head, knocking him down from one knee to two. Mark lands one… two… three more punches until Havoc is able to get back to his feet. Mark winds back hitting Havoc with a hard right. Havoc’s head swings backward, and is then brought back with much more force into Hunter’s head, busting both men open with a loud crack. The crowd lets out a loud audible gasp from the sickening sound.

ALARA ADAMS: And like that the blood begins to flow.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The gashes left on both men’s heads from that disgusting headbutt are just pouring blood.

Mark falls to his knees and is holding himself up using Havoc’s tights. Havoc grabs Mark by the jaw and “helps'' him to his feet. Defiantly, Mark spits in Havoc’s face and smirks at him. Havoc, not having any of it, charges forward with Mark, shoving his opponent through the ropes tumbling out of the ring with him. Havoc gets to his feet and grips Hunter’s hair and tights, slinging him into the steel mesh wall. The cell makes a loud rattling sound as the chainlink shivers in a wave away from the impact. Havoc looks to his feet as a devilish smile appears on his face. He slowly leans over, coming back up once more with his bat.

Mark is crawling away when he notices what Havoc has in his hands. Havoc, not wasting a second, brings the barbed wire bat down onto Hunter who quickly dodges over the steel stairs in the corner. The Bat bounces off the steps and the Nightmare Tyrant pursues the Bastard. Hunter narrowly dodges each swing, the next slamming into the ring, followed by one that hits the cage wall. Havoc has Hunter backed into the corner of the cell now. Hunter, despite his words, raises his arms up to Havoc and begins begging the Tyrant to not swing the bat at him. Havoc laughs as he brings the bat into the air.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc has Mark right where he wants him!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Look at Mark Hunter begging for Havoc to put the bat down. This is Fallout buddy, we don’t beg here.

The look of fear on Mark’s face turns to excitement as he lifts one of his arms into the crotch of Havoc, low blowing the Tyrant. Havoc drops the bat as he grits his teeth, falling to the side. Hunter laughs and begins tapping his head with his pointer. Hunter grabs Havoc’s bat and examines it then looks over to Havoc who is face down on the ringside floor. Hunter gets to his feet and without a second thought brings the bat down into the center of Havoc’s back, making sure to drag it along his skin causing as much damage from the barbed wire as possible. Havoc’s back arcs as he winces in pain. He takes a few knee steps forward then falls holding himself up with the steel steps. Hunter brings the bat down once again, this time to the upper back of Havoc sandwiching him between the steps and the bat. Hunter throws the bat aside and rolls Havoc into the ring. Mark climbs the steps mocking the crowd. The Straight Shooter leans in the corner as Havoc begins to push himself off the mat. Hunter grabs onto the ropes and leans forward waiting for Havoc to recover. Just as he gets up to one knee, Mark takes a big step forward and NAILS HAVOC WITH INSTANT KARMA!

ALARA ADAMS: Instant Karma! He just took Havoc’s head off!

KAYDEN ELLIS: What a deadly superkick!

Hunter goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc kicks out!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s gonna take more than a kick to the head to keep the Nightmare Tyrant down.

Havoc pushes Hunter off of himself and sits up. He wipes the blood from his head then licks his fingers. Hunter looks disturbed by the actions but quickly stumbles to his feet and jumps forward hitting a SECOND INSTANT KARMA! Mark grabs Havoc’s arm lifting him up to hit A THIRD INSTANT KARMA! Hunter falls onto Havoc, hooking the leg for another cover.

ALARA ADAMS: THREE SUPERKICKS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I may stand corrected here.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Havoc kicks out again, this time clawing Mark’s face and gouging his eyes as he does. Mark rolls to the edge of the ring holding his face while Havoc recovers. Havoc gets to his feet across the ring from where Hunter is, who is pulling himself up with the ropes on the apron. Havoc darts across the ring diving through the rope spearing Mark into the cell wall. The wall deforms with the impact leaving a small break in the side from the force of both men slamming into it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did they just put a hole in that cell wall from the impact?

ALARA ADAMS: It sure looks that way. Havoc just tried to break Mark in half.

Havoc and Hunter both get to their feet, leaning against the cage. Havoc grabs Mark’s head and slams it against the mesh. Hunter drops to a knee but quickly pulls himself up by grabbing Havoc’s head then returns the favor slamming his face into the steel. Havoc bounces off turning his back to Mark who takes the opportunity hitting Havoc with a snap half-dragon suplex onto the floor. Havoc crumples as his neck contorts against the ground. Hunter sits up and leans into the wall, beginning to try and catch his breath.

ALARA ADAMS: This is a battle of defiance, resilience, and pure sadistic nature.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Neither man wants to be shown up by the other.

After some time recovering Hunter gets back to his feet, picks up and rolls Havoc into the ring. Hunter climbs up onto the apron and walks along it, all the while berating the downed Tyrant. Mark stops at the corner and steps through the ropes. Havoc’s back is turned to Hunter as he stands up, so Hunter takes the initiative approaching him. Suddenly, Havoc kicks his feet over his head hitting Mark with a Pele kick!

Havoc kips up and runs the ropes hitting the bastard with an enziguri on the rebound. Havoc rolls Mark over and locks in a bully choke, basically strangling Hunter. Mark drags himself to the ropes and tries to position himself on the opposite side of them from Havoc. Havoc releases the hold and quickly slides out of the ring, lifting, and then slamming Mark’s face into the apron.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Mark getting his face driven into the apron has to hurt. You know, that is the hardest part of the ring!

ALARA ADAMS: Yes, everyone knows that. Are you trying to be a walking cliche?

Havoc drags Hunter out of the ring and lifts the apron to search underneath. He comes back out holding a steel chair with Mark Hunter’s name written across it, in a red paint of some kind. As Hunter slowly gets to his feet, Havoc cracks his skull with the steel chair, not holding back an ounce of strength. The sound echoes throughout the arena, getting a pop from the audience surrounding them.

Hunter falls to the ground where Havoc swings at him again slamming his arm and side with the chair. Hunter curls up trying to protect anything vital while receiving the brutal continued shots. Havoc drops the chair to the ground and drags Hunter to his feet, lifting him onto his shoulders. Havoc carries Hunter to the corner of the ring where he throws him face first into the post. Havoc takes a few steps back watching as Hunter’s head leaks onto the floor. Havoc once again goes under the ring, this time pulling out something much larger.

ALARA ADAMS: Those chair shots were absolutely brutal, but it looks like Havoc has much more in store!

KAYDEN ELLIS: What in the world does he have stashed under there?

From under the ring, Havoc slides out a table with barbed wire stapled down to the heavy duty, wooden surface. He lifts the table into the ring and slides in after it. On the outside, Hunter is pulling himself up the steel steps in the corner where he was thrown. Havoc recklessly unfolds the table, setting it up in the center of the ring. While doing so the barbed wire catches his skin, tearing open multiple small holes on his arm, but he doesn’t even acknowledge the damage. Now finished setting up, Havoc walks over to the corner where Hunter is just getting to the apron and pulling himself to his knees with the ropes. Havoc pulls him through the ropes and violently drags him to the center where he leans him against the table.

Havoc throws a few stiff elbows to Hunter’s temple just enough to leave him groggy and barely moving. Havoc climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks down on Hunter who is still leaning on the table. Havok slowly rises as the crowd grows restless waiting to see what their Tyrant will do. Havok leaps off the top DRIVING HIS FEET INTO MARK’S CHEST WITH THE TWILIGHT BLITZ! The table doesn’t break as Mark folds in half, his head bouncing off the table while his back is torn apart by the barbed wire.

ALARA ADAMS: That double foot stomp from the top rope driving Mark straight into the table!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Not to mention the table DIDN’T BREAK! Not only is his back going to be a bloody, mangled mess, but it might be broken as well.

Havoc pulls him out of the mess of barbed steel and drops him to the mat where he hooks the leg for the cover.



ONE!

ALARA ADAMS: This is it!

TWO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: No way Mark is kicking out of that!

THREE!



NO!

Hunter kicks out at the very last second. Havoc sit’s up at first, shocked by the blue brand invader’s resilience. That shock turns into a twisted smile while Havoc begins to laugh, enjoying the revenge fueled punishment he is delivering. Havoc lifts Hunter to his feet once more but as he is doing so Hunter hits a European uppercut, disorienting Havoc. Hunter continues the offense with a backhand chop into a right hook. The bastard looks furious now as he continues his aggression. One last blow sends Havoc into the ropes. Hunter takes a step back then charges in for a clothesline but Havoc rolls under. Hunter flies over the rope but catches himself landing on the apron. Havoc comes back and swings at Mark who blocks the shot. Havoc then spins, unleashing a roundhouse kick from in the ring but Hunter ducks it catching Havoc with a t-bone suplex. As Hunter throws Havoc into the already damaged wall, it gives way, tearing in the center and sending Havoc through while Hunter falls to the floor.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

ALARA ADAMS: THEY BROKE THE DAMN WALL!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy shit is right!

All hell begins to break loose as the crowd explodes with excitement from seeing the cell break. Hunter picks himself up and crawls through the now agape cell wall. Hunter grabs Havoc by the head and lifts his head up in between his legs. He runs a thumb across his throat calling for the Mercy Killer but Havoc lifts him up and over-dropping Hunter back first onto the metal ramp. Havoc backs into the wall and then smiles as he looks up. Havoc turns and begins to make his ascension to the top of the cell. Mark gets back to his feet, seeing Havoc climb the cell. At first he seems unwilling to climb after him but eventually sighs and begins to follow the champion to the top.

ALARA ADAMS: While it may look like Havoc is fleeing, I think he’s just trying to take this fight to new heights.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Things are starting to get a little dangerous now.

As Havoc is the first to make it up he crawls across the ceiling, getting a feel for the precarious chain link floor beneath him. Near the center of the cell there are four metal platforms that make a square that are sturdy enough to hold his weight. Hunter makes it to the top as well, following Havoc to the center. Both men get to their feet and stare across from each other. Havoc raises his hands as the audience roars behind him. Hunter appears to be saying something to Havoc but is completely inaudible from the noise of the crowd. Hunter charges forward with a lariat but Havoc ducks grabbing the arms pulling Mark over head with an armdrag. Mark rolls through, getting back to his feet quickly and following up with a kick landing flush in the center of Havoc's chest. With Havoc dazed, Hunter grabs him and drops him with a side-effect.

FIGHT FOREVER!
FIGHT FOREVER!
FIGHT FOREVER!

Hunter stands back up, once again tucking Havoc’s head between his legs once again, he doesn’t waste any time hooking the arms as well, LIFTING AND DROPPING HAVOC ON HIS HEAD WITH THE MERCY KILLER ON THE ROOF OF THE CELL. Hunter pushes Havoc over onto his back as a second referee finishes climbing up the cage to where the two competitors are. Hunter goes for the pin!

ALARA ADAMS: CRADLE PILEDRIVER! MERCY KILLER!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Havoc just got his head driven onto that reinforced steel walkway!


ONE!







ALARA ADAMS: Is Havoc conscious?!










TWO!





KAYDEN ELLIS: No, I think he’s out!






THREE!




ALARA ADAMS: It’s over!






NO!

HAVOC KICKS OUT OF THE MERCY KILLER! Hunter is shocked as he stares wide-eyed at the Nightmare Tyrant. Having had enough, Hunter grabs Havoc and attempts to lock on The Last Act, but Havoc slips out and hits Hunter with a superkick of his own! Havoc grabs Hunter's arm not allowing him to fall, hitting him with an ARM-TRAPPED DEAD TRIGGER! Hunter nearly falls only being held up by his single arm and Havoc takes full advantage, tucking his head under his arm and hooking Mark’s.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc can’t be thinking…

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think he is!

Havoc lifts Mark Hunter high into the air leaving his feet to give it a little extra ompf, dropping Hunter INTO THE CENTER OF THE CELL BREAKING IT WITH THE GIGA DRILL BREAK! THE TWO FALL INTO THE RING CRASHING THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!

REST IN PEACE!
REST IN PEACE!
REST IN PEACE!
REST IN PEACE!

ALARA ADAMS: The ceiling broke!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Not just the ceiling but that reinforced table too! They gotta be dead!

Havoc is barely able to crawl from the wreckage leaving Hunter unconscious in the center of the ring. He goes to the edge where he reaches down to the floor to grab his prized barbed wire bat. He gets to his feet and limps to the center of the ring where Hunter is just beginning to stir. He points the bat down at Hunter who is now totally coated in red, both his own and Havoc’s blood.

ALARA ADAMS: I think Havoc has some disturbing intentions with that bat.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He nearly had Hunter at Spring Break, this time there is no one to save him.

Havoc gets to the ground and LOCKS IN THE DEATH PARADE WHILE BOTH MEN LAY IN THE BARBED WIRE! HUNTER BEGINS TO FRANTICALLY TAP OUT!

ALARA ADAMS: HUNTER TAPS?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: You’re winner… and STIIIIILLLLLLLL ASCENDED PRIME CHAMPION… HAAAAAVVOOOOOCCC!!!

Havoc keeps the hold locked in while Hunter slowly loses consciousness. The ref tries to pry him off but is unsuccessful until…

The warm, inviting lights of the arena are cut out, replaced with a series of harsh, blue/white spotlights which illuminate the ring and entrance ramp, leaving the crowd in darkness.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The lights went out! What’s going on?

ALARA ADAMS: This can’t be good for Havoc.

Dissonant, harsh, sludgy guitar riffs pour out of the speakers, as ‘Hiss of the Witch’ by Deadsmoke plays. Without any further fanfare, Billy Bennett steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp; torn jeans, chunky boots, and a filthy white shirt under her black leather vest. In her hands? The Universal Briefcase.

ALARA ADAMS: IT’S BILLY BENNETT! SHE’S CASHING IN!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Havoc and Hunter damn near killed each other tonight, there’s no way Havoc is in any condition to defend against the Legacy champ.

Billy runs down to the ring and tears open the hole in the cell wall. She slides under the ropes and shoves the briefcase into the referees hands. The referee tries to confirm the decision but she has already turned her attention to Havoc who is barely able to get to his feet. Havoc hisses at her yelling at her to bring it while Billy just stands and waits for the bell. Just before the ref can call for the match to begin, “Enemies” by Shinedown begins to play.

ALARA ADAMS: What now?

KAYDEN ELLIS: It looks like the owners legal council has taken exception to this.

Adam Ekaterin walks out onto the stage holding a clipboard and a large manilla envelope in one hand and a microphone in the other. Behind him Indy rushes out and runs down to the ring to check on his friend.

ADAM EKATERIN: Now just a moment Billy. I have some unfortunate news.

The crowd goes silent anticipating what Adam has to say.

ADAM EKATERIN: As we all know, that Briefcase was won by Syndicate at the Purge. Inside of that briefcase held opportunities. The opportunity to take not one, not two, but three different title shots. An opportunity at the Ascension, Noble, and Prime championships. In the golden rules match, you took that briefcase from Sydney and rather than clutch onto it as he did, you used it. You stole the Ascension Championship in what was one of the biggest robberies in Project: Honor history. I hope you are following because I’m about to make my case.

Billy seems annoyed by the interruption, still ready to fight while the cell begins to raise back toward the rafters. Indy ducks under the raising cage sliding into the ring to check on Mark keeping the other two away from him.

ADAM EKATERIN: You see Billy, when you cashed in that championship opportunity, at least two of those titles still existed. The Prime and Ascension Championships. Are you starting to understand what I’m saying? Project: Honor cannot deal with a lawsuit over a misinterpreted contract. You do not have an opportunity for the Ascended Prime Championship.

The crowd begins to get restless over hearing what the normally favored Adam has said. While through gurgled blood, Mark laughs at the confused Billy Bennet.

BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT

Adam raises his hand to the crowd.

ADAM EKATERIN: That being said, you did have an opportunity for the Prime championship already and you lost. The Noble Championship has been retired and despite its curse living on, the whatever it shall be called now title is not what you had an opportunity for. That Universal Briefcase is officially out of commission.

ALARA ADAMS: Did I just hear him right?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think you did and while the audience isn’t happy about it there seems to be a fair bit of confusion in the ring.

Indy pulls Mark from the wreckage and assists him back up the ramp. It’s hard to tell what Billy is feeling through the hair covering her face. Havoc is stanced up in the corner ready to bring what fight he has left to her. Suddenly a slight chuckle is heard. Billy reaches for her gut as she begins to laugh hysterically. Everyone in and around the ring begins to become concerned for their safety as they give Billy her space. Billy is eventually able to stave off her laughing fit and turns toward Havoc with a smile. She reaches out of the ring and beckons over a ref holding the Ascended Prime Championship. He approaches and hands it to her as she rips it away from his grasp.

She approaches Havoc with belt in hand. As she gets closer Havoc raises his fists but instead of attacking him she simply shoves the title into his chest.

BILLY BENNETT: All yours champ!

Billy drops down and rolls out of the ring walking up the ramp. Havoc almost looks disappointed as Billy walks away, ready for his rematch with the Legacy champ. He looks down to his belt then back up as he slings the strap over his shoulder. Billy shoulder bumps Adam as she passes him. He avoids eye contact at all costs, knowing she could attack him at any moment. Repentless hits the sound system while strobing red lights flash around the arena, leaving a shot of Havoc alone in the ring with his title. He holds the belt up amongst the carnage to a cavalcade of mixed reactions. The screen fades to black.