FALLOUT XXIV: PAID IN BLOOD

In Billy Bennett’s private locker room, Ratman sits in his wheelchair, mid-conversation with the Legacy Champion.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: It’s so nice to see you here, Ms. Billy! But shouldn’t you be preparing for your match at the Paid Viewing? The Territory Under Dispute? It’s only a few days away, you know!

Billy sits cross-legged on a bench, her chin cradled in both palms as a cigarette is held between two fingers. The burning ember comes dangerously close to igniting her greasy hair, but she always seems to adjust her position just in time.

She looks at Ratman with sleepy eyes, a semi-amused smirk on her face as she replies.

BILLY BENNETT: 'Paid Viewing'...? Ya mean Pay Per View? And it's called Disputed Territory, ain't it? Not 'Territory Under Dispute'...

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh yes, of course, my apologies are sincere. I suggested to my fellow owners that we change the name of those to Premium Live Events. Very catchy. Very big league. Don’t you agree?

BILLY BENNETT: ...whatever, Rats.

Taking another drag off the cigarette, she exhales it directly towards the Fallout GM, chuckling to herself as he coughs and waves a hand in front of his face.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Umm, there really isn’t any smoking allowed backstage... cigarettes or otherwise! Though I'm sure those rumours about your drug use are nothing more than base slander...

Shrugging in response, Billy uncrosses her legs and scoots forward on the bench to bring herself closer to Ratman. Sticking out a tongue that is wet and glistening with spit, she proceeds to stub out the half-finished cigarette on it; the burning cherry sizzles as it goes out.

Billy takes the extinguished cigarette butt and leans forward even further to slide one hand into the pocket of Percival's pants, smiling in his face as she does so.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Why, Billy, I...

BILLY BENNETT: Ssshhhhhhh...

Dropping the remains of the cigarette in the GM’s pocket, she lets her hand linger for a moment as she watches his face for any reaction. Seemingly satisfied with what she sees, Billy removes her hand and winks at him before dropping her voice to a whisper.

BILLY BENNETT: Ya can go ahead and fuck off now, li’l fella.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh sure, but I really wish you wouldn’t swear like that! A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be speaking like a shift-worker at the docks!

Quirking an eyebrow at this, Billy seems unsure of how to respond; fortunately for her, she doesn’t need to think too long about it, as Ratman spins his wheelchair around to exit the locker room.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: A pleasant evening to you, ma'am!

Left alone, Billy groans in exasperation and immediately lights up a fresh cigarette the moment her 'boss' is gone. Standing up, she stretches her arms high above her head as her joints pop and crack.

BILLY BENNETT: What a strange guy. Kinda cute, though. Reminds me of that possum I used to keep as a pet.

Moving to one of the lockers, she opens it up to reveal something rather unexpected.

An inflated red balloon that floats straight towards her. On the front of it is a cartoon depiction of the same man who has been screwing with her since he joined the company: Mr. Wright, host of The Promised Land Playhouse.

BILLY BENNETT: ...hu-

Before she can finish, the balloon explodes with a loud *POP*, showering her with blood that covers the upper half of her body and extinguishes the newly-lit cigarette between her lips. Billy stands silent and still for a few moments, before rubbing blood out of her eyes with the back of one hand and muttering under her breath.

BILLY BENNETT: ...I’m gonna kill that man...

♫Scratching and clawing

These voices fight for my life, they're saying

"This is who you are: you're a fake, you're a sham, you aren't fooling [no one]"

No one can condemn me for a debt or crime that has been paid off

Nothing divides or separates♫

We see Ratman, cast and all laying sensually on the GM’s Desk.

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

Next we cut to a slide of Ratman feeding homeless children.

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

Ratman and Rasputin are now taking turns throwing banana peels onto the Fallout audience below.

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

After that we view a clip of Ratman cuddling with Papercut in a bathroom stall, asleep.

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

Now Ratman is doing paperwork with a pair of unprescribed glasses that are definitely not just to make him look smarter.

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

THE RATMAN SHOW

“Peace That Starts the War” starts playing again in the background as the cameras fade into the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, Rhode Island. We circle around the arena to show a sold out crowd and all the amazing fan signs to go with them.



ALARA ADAMS: Hello everyone and welcome to Fallout Episode twenty-four, Paid in Blood! We are coming off one hell of a pay-per-view and I can't wait to see what we have in store for us next.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell was that intro?

ALARA ADAMS: Unfortunately, I'm assuming what we have more in store for us...



Our Fallout show opens up in the women’s locker room, where we see Savannah Andrews messing with her boots.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Can’t believe I had to find Percival and beg him for a match. I mean, I understand his excuse with being busy and new to this whole General Manager role…but come on, how can you forget to leave me off the card? I had off when we were down in Mexico, beat Lil’ Petey, then had off AGAIN for Public Execution…then I get left off the card AGAIN? Ridiculous!

Savannah finishes lacing up the boot and them tightly, finishing the tying up with a nice double knot bow. She lifts her other leg up and begins to lace this one as well.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: At least SOMEONE was ready and willing to fight. I needed to get this frustration out on something…someone…

Resting her chin on her knee, she hugs her calf lightly as everything that has happened to her over the past couple months begins to run through her head.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: These past couple months have been so exhausting. My mind is still running a mile a minute. I might need to take a break here soon, just to let everything settle. Between Jason, Andrew, Billy, and now Zero…it’s been like a rollercoaster.

The lights in the locker room flicker slightly, causing Savannah to look up at the ceiling.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Really? I guess that’s Baltimore for you.

Instead of flickering, the lights completely cut out.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: What the hell, Royal Farms Arena?!?!

ANDREW HOLT: Tsk, tsk. Little Savannah finally has a life free of distraction, and she STILL chooses to find misery.

The emergency lights kick on in the room, but they are tinted red. Savannah’s eyes open wide in fear.

ANDREW HOLT: You thought a little flesh wound could stop me? You thought the trivial actions of a few worthless people COULD STOP ME?

Savannah stands to her feet, lifting her fists in a fighting stance. Ready for anything, her eyes continuously dart back and forth.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Just fucking show yourself!

ANDREW HOLT: Your wish is my command, my Queen.

The lights go out once again, but this time the room still stays slightly lit red as we see Andrew Holt’s red purge mask behind Savannah. It flickers slightly after the beating it took at Public Execution, but is just as bright as ever. Andrew reaches around Savannah’s head, putting a cloth over her mouth. After a few seconds of struggling, Savannah stops moving, and Andrew lifts her up over his shoulder. As he turns to walk back into the shadows, we slowly fade out.




CLARA OLSON: This bout is scheduled for one fall, and is a non-title match… coming to the ring first, he stands at six-feet-two inches tall and weighs two-hundred-and-fifteen pounds… the Fallout Gatekeeper Champion, HEEEENRYYYY LEEEEEE HYYYYYYDDDDEEEEE!

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

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

CLARA OLSON: Coming to the ring next, standing at five-feet-seven-inches tall and weighing one-hundred-and-thirty pounds… the Artist of Honor Champion, ALLYYYYYSSAAAAAA GRAAAAAAAACEEEEE.

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

Moving off the turnbuckle, she unslings her Championship and hands it to the referee, who passes it outside the ring as she stares at Henry Lee Hyde from across the ring.

Now that both competitors are in the ring, Clara Olson makes her way back to the ringside area as the referee signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

With the match officially underway, Hyde wastes no time in stomping towards his opponent. Once he reaches striking distance, the Gatekeeper champion unleashes a vicious lariat.

Alyssa ducks under and moves behind Hyde, waiting for him to turn and face her before aiming a Superkick at his chin. Without flinching, Henry blocks the attack by grabbing the redhead’s ankle, halting all momentum as he shakes his head at his opponent..

Hyde steps forward and attempts to sweep Alyssa’s remaining leg off the canvas, but she jumps up and hits him with an Enziguiri, breaking the Gatekeeper’s grip on her ankle and staggering him to the side.

He recovers quickly, rubbing at the back of his skull as he scowls at Alyssa, who nods back at him with a confident smirk on her face, not intimidated by the dominant Gatekeeper Champion.

HENRY LEE HYDE: Going to have to hit me harder than that.

ALYSSA GRACE: Your funeral, pal.

Hyde grins dangerously at this comment, with Alyssa looking completely unimpressed by his attempts to look fearsome.,

The two competitors circle each other for a few moments, before they both step forward and lock up in a grapple. Hyde’s strength advantage is immediately apparent, as he breaks Alyssa’s grip and sends her into the corner.

He charges after her, but Alyssa lifts one foot onto the bottom turnbuckle, stopping the rest of her body before she slams into the corner. As Hyde comes barreling towards her from behind, she throws an back elbow strike, hitting him in the jaw and causing the Gatekeeper to take a step back as one hand moves up to rub his jaw.

Taking this opportunity, Alyssa leaps up onto the turnbuckles, quickly turning back towards Hyde and leaping at him with a Diving Cross Body.

He manages to catch her in mid-air as she flies towards him, effortlessly hefting the redhead up and carrying her back towards the middle of the ring. Lifting Alyssa overhead in a Military Press with little effort, he releases her and steps forward suddenly, letting the redhead fall from high above his head to slam face-first onto the mat.

ALARA ADAMS: Look at that power from the Gatekeeper Champion!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Must be all those giant logs he throws around in his spare time.

Alyssa isn’t on the canvas for long, rolling to her feet before Hyde can attack her downed body. As he approaches with a vicious haymaker, Alyssa ducks underneath the arc of the strike and moves behind Hyde, grabbing him and planting him to the mat with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep.

She immediately attempts to place Hyde in a Crossface Submission hold, but the Gatekeeper brings up a hand to prevent Alyssa from locking in a proper grip. The redhead tries to overpower Hyde to complete the hold, but he’s simply too strong and she quickly relents, rolling away.

ALARA ADAMS: Alyssa is abandoning the submission attempt!

KAYDEN ELLIS: We’ve seen the strength Hyde is capable of exhibiting in the ring; it’s probably a wise move on her part!

The two competitors get back to their feet and begin to circle around each other, each of them scanning the other for any sign of weakness and finding none.

They move towards each other to lock up in a grapple that seems surprisingly evenly matched, despite the obvious difference in strength. For all Hyde’s raw physical power, it’s immediately evident that Alyssa is far more technically skilled and dextrous.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Imagine willingly grappling with that monster! Couldn’t be me.

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t think Alyssa Grace has ever shown hesitation or fear in the ring. She’s obviously confident in her abilities, and for good reason.

Everytime it seems like Hyde is about to overpower Alyssa and gain the upper hand, she manages to change positions to nullify his advantage. This visibly annoys Hyde more and more with every second that passes, until he finally grows tired of the contest and rears back to plant a massive headbutt onto the bridge of Alyssa’s nose, breaking her grip and sending the redhead stumbling backwards.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Big oof.

ALARA ADAMS: We’ve seen Hyde take out the GOAT John Blade with a single headbutt. Alyssa can’t let herself take many more hits like that!

Grinning as he steps towards the reeling Alyssa, Hyde spins in place and aims a Discus Lariat at his opponent’s head. Realizing the danger presented by Hyde’s strikes, she moves to the side and hits the mat, bringing the man to the canvas with a textbook Drop Toe Hold.

Alyssa moves like lightning before Hyde is able to stand back up, stomping on his back to try and keep the resilient Gatekeeper Champion on the canvas. Despite the flurry of boots crashing into his spine and neck, Hyde still looks like he’ll be able to push himself off the mat.

Abandoning the kicks, the redhead instead steps over Hyde and locks in a Boston Crab submission hold. The referee immediately drops down, looking for any sign of Hyde tapping out as the Gatekeeper struggles and reaches towards the ropes.

Inch by inch, Hyde manages to claw and drag his way across the canvas as Alyssa bends his legs further and further back, trying to get him to submit before he’s able to clear the distance to the ring ropes.

He’s in the hold for several minutes, shaking his head every time the referee asks if he’s had enough. All attempts by Alyssa to drag him back towards the middle of the ring are met with Hyde’s raw physical strength, which prevents the redhead from pulling him back even an inch.

With one final grunt of effort, Hyde pulls himself close enough to reach out and grab the bottom rope with one hand. The referee informs Alyssa, who shakes her head and keeps the submission locked in until the official threatens to stop the match if she doesn’t break the hold.

Releasing her opponent, Alyssa begins to pull the Gatekeeper to his feet, dragging him by the arm into the center of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like she wants him away from the ropes.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She could be setting up another submission attempt.

Before she can attempt another hold, Hyde hits her with a European Uppercut; Alyssa holds her ground, only moving back a half-step before she steps forward again and locks Hyde in a Guillotine Choke.

Despite all of Alyssa’s weight dragging him towards the mat, Hyde is able to remain standing, though the sudden lack of oxygen takes its toll on him quickly, as he begins to weave back and forth. The redhead tightens her grip, wrenching on Hyde’s neck as she tries to bring him down to the canvas with her.

Suddenly, Hyde bursts into action and charges across the ring, carrying Alyssa with him and slamming her back into the turnbuckles. It weakens her hold enough that he can take in a fresh breathe, as he grabs the ropes on either side and pulls back before slamming his shoulder into the woman’s midsection several times.

With Alyssa winded from these repeated hits to the stomach, Hyde takes a step back and spins, moving forward to plant his signature Discus Elbow into her jaw. However, Alyssa quickly grabs the ropes and uses them to lift her legs up into the path of her opponent, booting him in the face and preventing him from executing his elbow strike.

Alyssa quickly follows up with a Spinning Roundhouse that manages to drop Hyde to a kneeling position. Before he can recover, the redhead charges forward to plant a Running Knee into the middle of Hyde’s face, as he falls back to the mat. Alyssa drops down and hooks a leg for the pin.

ONE!
T-
KICKOUT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The toughness of Henry Lee Hyde simply cannot be underestimated! He’s been on one hell of a dominant run since joining the company!

ALARA ADAMS: It’s going to take everything Alyssa Grace has to keep this man down, that’s for sure.

Slapping the mat in frustration, Grace takes a step away from Hyde as he rolls onto his stomach and starts to push against the mat to lift himself off the canvas. It seems to be the opportunity Alyssa was waiting for, as she takes off running towards the opposite ropes. Rebounding back, she aims a vicious Curbstomp towards the back of Hyde’s skull.

But the Gatekeeper rolls out of the path of the stomp at the last possible moment, Alyssa’s foot striking nothing but canvas as Hyde quickly scrambles to his knees. Turning back to face her opponent, the redhead is met with a Double Leg Takedown from Hyde.

Without hesitation or mercy, the Gatekeeper begins to rain blows down at Alyssa’s face and head, even going so far as to pull her skull off the mat to land brutal-looking headbutts against the bridge of her nose.

This beating continues for what seems like minutes, before Alyssa eventually stops struggling, going limp with her back on the canvas as Hyde continues to drop elbows and fists down onto her.

ALARA ADAMS: Someone has to stop this!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Be my guest, I’m not saying anything to that man.

Seeing that the downed competitor is no longer able to fight back, he motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, thank god.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But it was just getting good! Man…

Despite the match ending in his favour, Hyde doesn’t stop brutalizing Alyssa; even the referee is unable to stop him, grabbing the Gatekeeper under the armpit and attempting to drag him off to no effect.

Eventually, Hyde seems to notice the referee trying to pull him away, and relents. Rising up off of Alyssa’s limp body, he turns to face the official with a wild, angry look in his eyes. It’s enough to get the referee to retreat out of the ring, rolling under the ropes to the relative safety of the ringside area.

Stepping over to the ropes himself, Hyde grabs the top one with both hands and shakes it violently, screaming loudly over the crowd’s mixed cheers and boos as the muscles in his arms and chest flex.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Something tells me Hyde isn’t going to be satisfied with being just a Gatekeeper Champion for much longer. With his performance - particularly of late - he’s got to be destined for better things.

ALARA ADAMS: Particularly after a win over the newly-crowned Champion, Alyssa Grace!



The Gatekeeper destroying the Artist of Honor finally ends and we now find ourselves on top of the Royal Farms Arena. We see Savannah Andrews tied to a chair, just feet away from the edge of the roof. Items litter the ground around her, ranging from a boombox, to Savannah’s broken purple Purge mask. She begins to move a bit, letting out a groan before opening her eyes. It only takes her a second to realize where she is, her breathing becoming shallow as her anxiety rises.

ANDREW HOLT: My beautiful wife, you are awake!

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I’m not your wife anymore!

ANDREW HOLT: And that’s why you are here!

Andrew walks out from behind Savannah, holding a gun in his hand.

ANDREW HOLT: Tonight, we go out like Romeo and Juliet.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You’re insane, Andrew.

ANDREW HOLT: No, Sav…I’m in love. And love makes you do crazy things, why don’t you understand that?

Andrew snaps his head to the side, to look at Savannah…his mask slightly flickering as if it is shorting out.

ANDREW HOLT: Don’t worry, tonight you will understand Savannah. Even if it is the last thing we do.

Savannah shakes her head in disgust, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Why are you doing this, Andrew?

ANDREW HOLT: It’s out of love, Savannah. Everything I’ve ever done was out of love. Killing Jason, almost killing you, killing Rock Johnson…

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: How? How was that about love?

ANDREW HOLT: I stabbed Jason, because I was tired of watching him string you along. I was tired of watching him play you like a fool. I was tired..of you falling head over heels for a man who wanted to use you only as a stepping stone.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: And when you tried to kill me?

ANDREW HOLT: I was trying to show you the error in your ways. Killing Jason didn’t work out the way I had planned…so I thought the next step was putting YOU in danger. Consider that one TOUGH love.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: And killing Rock Johnson?

ANDREW HOLT: He was in the way. His ineptitude was holding you back and he knew too much. How was I supposed to continue my plan, if he knew a key detail?

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: So you had to KILL HIM?

ANDREW HOLT: Why push a problem to the side and ignore it…when you can just get rid of it before it gets any bigger?

Savannah just shakes her head in disbelief as we fade out.



ZERO, NICK KNIGHT, and LATOYA HIXX VS ADVANCED MATHEMATICS

All six competitors are already in the ring when the camera cuts back to ringside. On one side stand Latoya Hixx, Zero, and Nick Knight. On the other side of the ring, stand the giant meaty intellectuals, Cal Culus, Trig O’Nometry, and Al Gebra of the Advanced Mathematics.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a trios tag match! Both teams have already entered the ring. First, in the far corner. They are here to make sure…

Clara is cut off as Cal, the de facto leader of Advanced Mathematics, takes the mic.

CAL CULUS: SHUT UP!

The crowd boo the beat red man as he yells at Clara who is simply trying to do her job.

ALARA ADAMS: It looks like we get to hear from the resident loudmouth of Advanced mathematics...

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh yay, I can't wait...

CAL CULUS: It looks like there's gonna be some addition by subtraction on Fallout tonight. When you look over there at those jabronies, what do you see? A bunch of zeroes. Not just one, but all three of ya’.

Hixx, Zero, and Nick all begin to get restless as Cal continues to berate them. Al and Trig stand behind Cal, not much for words themselves.

CAL CULUS: Now, what happens when you multiply zero by three…

The crowd is silent while Cal looks around.

CAL CULUS: HOLLA, IF YOU KNOW THE ANSWER!

THREE!

Cal seems dumbfounded by the crowd overwhelmingly saying the wrong answer.

CAL CULUS: Well, it looks like Baltimore is only good for their crabs, and I’m not talkin’ about the crustacean.

A chorus of boos echo throughout the arena.

CAL CULUS: Trust me I’ve been with plenty of the rats around here to know. Big Papa Plus has no problems taking your chicks and making them suck our d-

The mic cuts off before Cal can finish. The mic turns back on shortly after he gives an irritated look to the ringside crew.

CAL CULUS: YOU ****** DON’T TOUCH MY MIC TILL I’M DONE.

ALARA ADAMS: Woah! We can't be saying that on national TV!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Someone better get the mic away from him before he makes things worse.

While the audio was cut for the viewers at home, it’s clear the fans at ringside don’t like where Cal’s mind went and they let him know it.

CAL CULUS: Enough bullshiting. You want me to do the math for you? I will! Now the Advanced Mathematics… We all got the looks, the brawn, and the brains. You give us all those traits then take it to the power of three and you get a load of hurt for these chump’s sorry asses.

It seems as though tensions are just about to boil over but Cal continues anyways, egging his opponent on.

ALARA ADAMS: If Cal's not careful, it looks like his opponents tonight might grant your wish.

KAYDEN ELLIS: God I hope so.

CAL CULUS: Zero, I hope you’re not looking for a miracle, cause you all know that I’m a mathematical freak, and even I couldn’t make a positive out of you. Latoya Hixx. Do I even need to say it? Your record speaks for itself. You got a winning average of negative who gives a shit. Lastly we got this new guy over here, Nick Knight… your only half of-

Before Cal can finish Nick charges in tackling Cal to the ground while Hixx and Zero take Trig and Al to the outside of the ring so the ref can call for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: And we're off!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Now when we watch Nick, Hixx, and Zero beat the shit outta Cal we can feel much better about it.

Nick Knight gets straight to business driving a headbutt directly into the skull of Big Papa Plus. Cal lays unconscious while Hixx and Zero brawl with Trig and Al respectively, Hixx whips Trig into the barricade following after with a dropkick knocking him into the fans sitting at ringside. They all boo Trig while he attempts to get back over the guardrail, getting pelted by popcorn and various fizzy beverages. Zero lands palm strike after palm strike into the chest of Al, the third man, who ruined his debut match. Eventually the palm strikes lead to a leaping Shotei knocking Al to the floor. Soon Cal is surrounded as Zero and Hixx enter the ring. 

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like Zero is getting his payback for Public Execution! 

KAYDEN ELLIS: Not only that, he's willing to share the spotlight with his fellow recently debuted competitor!

Nick gets to his feet as Hixx and Zero grab Cal's arms and hold him up. They spin him around while Nick gears up...  LA LA LAND! CAL IS LOCKED UP TIGHT!

ALARA ADAMS: It's teh KATA-HA-JIME! As Nick Knight calls it, LA LA LAND!

The referee checks on Cal who immediately begins to tap out to the hold.

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: CAL GAVE UP!

ALARA ADAMS: Despite all that talk, it looks like Cal really can't walk the walk...

Hixx and Nick celebrate their victory in their own ways while Zero  looks down at Cal Culus seemingly unsatisfied with the quick victory.



Everyone was still pumped after watching the team of Zero, Knight, and Hixx beat everyone’s favorite mathematicians in Advanced Mathematics, when we switched back to our feed of the rooftop.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: So what’s your plan, Andrew? Keep me tied up here for the rest of our lives?

ANDREW HOLT: Funny you should say that.

Andrew chuckles slightly under his breath, grabbing a small wooden tv tray table and setting it a few feet to the left of Savannah. He then grabs the boombox off the ground and places it on the table.

ANDREW HOLT: Originally, I had this idea that I could convince you to love me. I had this idea that I could talk you into seeing things my way. I had this idea that I could make you see me, the way I see you.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Fat chance.

ANDREW HOLT: I know, I know. You’re just too lovingly stubborn. So while I will try…I have an ending planned.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Ending?

ANDREW HOLT: A final dance with my beautiful bride. And then when the song ends…

Andrew places the barrel of the gun against Savannah’s head.

ANDREW HOLT: Pop…

He then brings the gun up to his own head.

ANDREW HOLT: …pop. Star-crossed lovers, snuffed out together.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Andrew…you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do ANY of this. We can get you help. That’s what you really need.

ANDREW HOLT: I’ve been down that path, Sav. Doctors, therapists, friends, family…all thought that they could help me. And they all failed miserably. Andrew, why would you do this? Andrew, why would you say that? Andrew…Andrew…ANDREW…ANDREW!!!

Andrew’s calm demeanor had quickly become chaotic.

ANDREW HOLT: Now…now I stand here with a hole in my face…an eye patch…and a broken heart.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I know we’ve had our ups and downs, but if you give me a TRUE chance to help you…I can. No games, no lies, no backstabbing…or front stabbing…just the mental health help that you need.

Andrew stares at Savannah for a mom before shaking his head. Walking over and kneeling in front of Savannah, Andrew grabs his mask and removes it…revealing his grotesque face. Just as he had said, his cheek had been stitched up around the edges of the hole, but the hole was still there. Occasionally Andrew would have to wipe excess saliva from his jaw. An eye patch pulled double duty as it covered his missing eye and part of the strap covered the surgical staples that held his forehead together. His nose was slightly crooked, missing teeth were visible as he spoke, and bags under his eyes added to the monstrosity that he had become.

ANDREW HOLT: Do you think that a good talk is going to help this? Do you think that a good cry is going to help me get rid of my anxieties? My insecurities? My troubles?

Letting out a small sigh, Holt slips his red purge mask back over his face.

ANDREW HOLT: Long gone are the times of chatting over a cup of coffee. There’s only one way this can go now, Savannah.

Andrew stands back to his feet and walks over to the boombox, placing his hands on it.

ANDREW HOLT: For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I truly am.

Holt hangs his head slightly as we slowly fade out from our scene.



BENJAMIN BROADWATER VS ANDREI SOKOLOV VS LIZ KARLSON

CLARA OLSON:[/b] Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania…weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds…BENJAMIN BRRRRROOOOAOAAADWAATTERRRR!!!



The opening drums of ‘Something For Your M.I.N.D.’ by Superorganism begin playing through the Royal Farms Arena as the fans give a mediocre response for Benjamin’s Fallout debut match.

#I know you think I'm a psychopath
A Democrat lurking in the dark
This sucks, I'm the K-mart soda jerk
Cirque du trash, I kept the stash

Benjamin steps out of the back, dressed in a pair of black pants and a red ‘BFG’ t-shirt. He smiles and waves to the crowd as they slowly are getting into it.

#Of cocoa candy straight from Japan
Hologram Anne, she was never as near
I think you know what I need to get by
Something for your mind (mind), mind (mind), mind (mind)

Slowly walking down the ramp, Benjamin gives as many high fives and fist bumps to the fans as he can, trying to bring a light to the already dark show.

#Something for your mind (mind), mind, mind (mind)
Something for your mind (mind, mind, mind) (무엇인가 정신에 집어넣으세요)
(마음에 어떤 것 필요합니까?)
Something for your mind (mind, mind) (정신에 집어넣으세요)
(정신에 집어넣으세요)
Something for your, for your

Broadwater slides into the ring under the bottom rope and quickly hops to his feet, holding his arms out and closing his eyes to take in the positive atmosphere of the moment.

#M-I, M-I, M-I-N-D
M-I, M-I, M-I-N-D

CLARA OLSON: And his first opponent…

"Red Right Hand" - Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds begins to play as the fans begin booing.

CLARA OLSON: Hailing from Los Angeles, California…weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-four pounds…THE LIONHEART…ANDREI SSOOOOOOKKKOOOOOLLLOOOOVVVV!!!

Andrei walks out of the back and slowly makes his way down to the ring to his theme, the fans giving him hell every step of the way. As he slides into the ring, Benjamin offers a handshake but instead Andrei reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. Before Benjamin could react, Andrei pulls back and ROCKS the rookie hard…sending blood and spit to the side as Benjamin stumbles back.

ALARA ADAMS: ANDREI STARTS OFF EARLY!!!

Andrei Sokolov begins to unleash a flurry of lefts and rights onto Benjamin, who is trying his best to block them. Meanwhile, Liz Karlson doesn’t even wait for her music as she comes running out of the back and down the ramp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: AND HERE COMES THE BRICK SHITHOUSE!!! SHE’S NOT EVEN WAITING TO BE ANNOUNCED!!!

The fans pop as she tosses her Tag Team Championship title to the side, before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

DING! DING! DING!

Liz pops up and grabs Andrei, turning him around…STIFF European uppercut sends Andrei stumbling back. Andrei finally gains his footing for a second as Liz lunges forward with a spinning elbow strike…BUT ANDREI DUCKS AND LIZ CATCHES BENJAMIN BROADWATER INSTEAD! BEN GOES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!! The lights flicker for a second, before going back to normal.

ALARA ADAMS: He’s going to find out that facing two people at once is a little harder than facing one.

KAYDEN ELLIS: NOooooo, really? What about those lights though? What was that?

ALARA ADAMS: Hell if I know. I don’t think they were calling for storms in the forecast.

Benjamin hits the ground hard on the outside and grabs at his back as he ends up rolling under the ring in pain. Meanwhile, Liz had grabbed Andrei and whips him toward the ro-NO! REVERSAL! Andrei whips Liz into the corner. Karlson turns around just in time to catch the post in her back. She opens her eyes after gritting her teeth at the pain…AND ANDREI CHARGES IN WITH A FLYING KNEE INTO HER CHEST! Liz stumbles forward out of the corner and falls to the mat. Andrei turns his back to the ropes in an attempt to follow Liz, but he quickly found that was a mistake as Benjamin emerged from underneath the ring and climbed onto the apron, with a thick chain in his hands. He reaches over the top rope AND WRAPS THE CHAIN AROUND ANDREI’S NECK!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ben leaning back, tightening that chain around Andrei’s neck and giving Liz some time to catch her own breath.

Benjamin hops off the apron AND IS JUST HANGING IN THE AIR, BEING HELD UP BY THE CHAIN AROUND ANDREI’S NECK!!! Andrei’s lips start to turn blue as he scratches at the chain.

ALARA ADAMS: Uh-oh, a pissed off looking Liz Karlson is back to her feet. She eyes up the slowly-losing-consiousness body of Andrei Sokolov.

With a primal roar, Liz explodes forward AND SLAMS INTO ANDREI WITH A SILVER BULLET!!! She speared him so hard that it lifted Benjamin back up to the apron and sent both her and Andrei through the middle rope to the outside. Liz hooks Andrei’s leg…

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: BENJAMIN WITH THE RUNNING DROPKICK FROM THE APRON, BREAKING UP THE COUNT!

Ben stands up, pulling Liz up as well. Ben grabs her by the arm and sends her flying towards the st-NO! REVERSAL!!! Ben flies towards the rings stairs…but hops over them. He stops short of the barricade and turns around…LIZ KARLSON IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM FLYING THROUGH THE SKY…SUPERMAN PUNCH!!! BENJAMIN BROADWATER CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Welcome to Fallout, Buttwater.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That man has done nothing wrong and you’re just going to make fun of him like that?

ALARA ADAMS: Um…yes, yes I am.

Liz turns around AND CATCHES THE CHAIN WRAPPED FIST OF ANDREI SOKOLOV IN THE FACE!!! Karlson stumbles back up against the barricade…AND ANOTHER PUNCH SENDS HER FLYING OVER IT AND INTO THE CROWD!!! Surveying the scene, Andrei sees Benjamin barely starting to move. He turns and runs up the stairs and climbs the ropes, towards the top turnbuckle.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Andrei about to set someone up to take the fall, possibly about to try for the Lionheart Elbow.

Andrei gets to the top and turns around…both Benjamin and Liz are gone…BUT LIZ IS QUICK TO SHOW UP AS SHE GRABS THE ROPES AND SHAKES THEM!!! ANDREI FALLS OFF HARD, CATCHING HIS HEAD ON THE EDGE OF THE STAIRS AND KNOCKING HIMSELF OUT COLD INSTANTLY!!!

ALARA ADAMS: That looks like a nasty gash on his forehead! Might want to get that checked out.

Karlson looks down at Andrei’s motionless body, then to the crowd, before pointing to the top rope. The fans explode in approval as one-half of the Tag Team Champions climbs to the top rope.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This could be the end for Andrei and win number five in a row for Liz!

Standing up slowly on the ropes, Liz measures Andrei from above. But suddenly the ropes start bouncing, causing her to turn and bend over slightly to catch her balance. It was then that she saw Broadwater running along the rope…jump OVER her…grabbing her as he flies out of the ring…AND LANDS ON THE OUTSIDE, HITTING LIZ WITH A SUMMERSAULT DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: REST YOUR HEAD!!! REST YOUR HEAD!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!

Ben writhes in pain as Liz lays on the ground, motionless. With his last bit of effort, he throws his arm over her.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HE DID IT!!! HOW THE HELL DID HE DO IT?!?!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner by pinfall…BENJAMIN BBBBBRRRRROOOOOAAAAADDDWWATTTERRRRR!!!

“Something For Your Mind’ plays again as the ref checks on Ben, before slightly lifting his arm into the air. As the ref goes to check on the injured Andrei, Benjamin is seen talking to Liz…just to see if she is okay.




With the success of the underdog Benjamin Broadwater, we return to the backstage of the Royal Farms Arena where Ratman is sitting in his office across from an empty chair with the nameplate, Lil’ Petey, on the desk in front of it.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh my dear, dear, littlest Petey, it is so very quiet without you here.

As Percival says that he pauses. A look of intrigue paints his face while he rubs his chin and looks upward. Suddenly, his expression changes as the metaphorical light bulb goes off above his head.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh! It is very quiet indeed! We finally did it Littlest Petey! We Saved Fallout! Whew, and here I was thinking Mr. Andy Holt would only make things more difficult after the paid per viewing. With all of those ne’er-do-wells too preoccupied to do bad things and friend Petey out of commission, I can finally have peace on Fallout.

Ratman slouches back in his chair.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Ahh… No more murder…

Suddenly a familiar rat pops up onto the desk and scurries toward Ratman.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Oh! Papercut it’s been ages. Where have you been master?

PAPERCUT: *Squeak, squeak squeak*

Ratman listens closely as the small rodent makes undecipherable noises back to him.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Right, right, yes… no… he didn’t… he put you in a cage?! Mhmm… yep… Mrs. Savannah…trapped… I’m following…

While listening closely to his companion, the head of the deathmatch department and papa to Ratman, Rasputin, makes an entrance to the GM office.

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/b][/b][/font] Percy! It looks like we got ourselves a problem, my boy.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: One second papa! Our dear long lost friend Papercut has much important information to share with me. Apparently, Mr. Holt trapped him in a cage and tortured him by making him watch Savahnna promos.

Rasputin and Papercut both seem confused.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: That doesn’t sound so bad though? Sorry, it has been a little while my scruffy friend. I have not been taking my *squeak* lessons as of late. A busy rat keeps the mischief happy after all!

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/font] I think what your little friend was trying to tell yuh, Percy, was that that Holt freak kidnapped the lovely Miss Sav!

Percy is shocked by the revelation but not for the reasons he should be.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I did not know that a husband could kidnap his wife! Does he not own her now? What is that fancy paper for then?

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/font] The point is Percy, is that the only thing we have to go off of is Holt’s dangerous obsession with…

Percy holds a finger up to Rasputin warning him not to continue.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Don’t say it.

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/font] You know what I have to say.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: I do, but I know not if I am ready to hear it.

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/font] His dangerous obsession with… murder... Percy.

Ratman begins to slightly glow red underneath the thick white paint that covers his face.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: Rats! We will get you for this Holt!

Raman shakes a fist to the sky while Papercut and Rasputin look onward slightly more impatient with Percivals shenanigans for once.

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/font] We got to find her boy. And fast.

PERCIVAL BURQUE: We’ll stop that creepy boiled egg man. I swear it! You can count on me the Misses of Savannah!

Percival rolls his wheelchair out of the office leaving Rasputin and Papercut behind.

[font color=”#ede911”RASPUTIN:[/font] Oh that poor girl is in trouble if we leave things to him. I had better call the police and maybe make a few extra calls.

PAPERCUT: *Squeak!*



The camera returns to the ring, with Clara Olson holding a microphone and waiting as the commentary team speaks from the desk.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.

ALARA ADAMS: Coming up next, we hav-

Alara’s words are cut off when the crowd explodes in a chorus of boos - with a few scattered cheers - at the sudden, unannounced arrival of Billy Bennett. She steps out onto the top of the ramp in her usual street clothes: jeans, boots, a black zip-up hoodie and - oddly enough - a white t-shirt with a smug, smirking Pikachu head on the front. It's literally :pika:.

Notably, her face, hair and chest are still covered in blood from the earlier balloon-popping incident backstage. Apparently she didn’t think it was worth risking a shower over.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh god, not this bitch. If she spits on me again, I swear to...

ALARA ADAMS: What could you possibly do, Kayden? Relax before you get yourself hurt.

Sliding under the ropes, she rises up and stomps over to Clara, snatching the microphone out of her hand. Billy gets right in the face of the announcer, pointing one finger towards the ropes as she hisses.

BILLY BENNETT: (off-mic) Get outta my ring.

Clara doesn’t object, doing her best to avoid eye contact with the unpredictable Legacy Champion as she quickly retreats, leaving Billy Bennett alone in the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s not even booked tonight! Someone get this goddamned psychopath out of the ring!

ALARA ADAMS: Hey, if you want to go tell her, be my guest.

KAYDEN ELLIS: ...Fine. Let’s see what she has to say.

The crowd dies down, their boos and cheers giving way to silence as they patiently wait to hear what Billy has come here to say.

BILLY BENNETT: Lemme tell y'all, it’s so damn borin’ sittin’ backstage and watchin’ everyone else have all the fun. Might be booked on Provin’ Ground this week, but Fallout is my home away from home; and all the fans out there deserve to see their Legacy Champion in action, don’tcha think?

The audience actually cheers at this, though it’s not out of any love for Billy; they’re simply excited at the prospect of watching a main event-level talent wrestling in a surprise match.

BILLY BENNETT: Long story short, I’m askin’ one of y’all backstage to come out here and try to earn a shot at my belt. I’ll even sweeten the deal for ya; I won’t ask ya to last thirty minutes with me. Apparently that ain’t so easy... just ask Brandon.

She chuckles at her own comment, though it’s such a low, gravelly sound that it resembles the sound of someone clearing their throat more than a laugh.

BILLY BENNETT: All ya gotta do is make me tap once, and ya get a shot at the Legacy Championship. Sounds easy, huh? So come on, I ain’t got all day. Somebody get out here...

There’s a pause, as Billy Bennett lowers the microphone to stare at the entrance ramp, waiting for somebody - anybody - to appear from backstage and accept her challenge.

After several moments with nobody stepping out, she raises the microphone again and screams into it.

BILLY BENNETT: COME ON!

As soon as those words leave her mouth, the lights cut out to leave the arena in complete darkness. A single red spotlight appears at the top of the entrance ramp, accompanied by smoke and the opening riff of ‘Delusions of Savior’ by Slayer.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That’s Havoc’s music! Is he really coming out to answer the challenge?!

ALARA ADAMS: This can’t be a good move on his part; he’s booked in the main event against Tate Selby!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, after being nearly drowned the last time they met, I’m sure he’s more interested in settling the score with Billy than the outcome of a non-title match.

The crowd immediately goes wild the moment Havoc’s entrance music begins to play; a reaction mirrored by Billy, who remains standing in the dark, unlit ring. She throws her head back and cackles so loud that it rises above the music, her voice coming out in a screeching tone full of anticipation and excitement.

BILLY BENNETT: YES! YES! GET OUT HERE, HAVOC! THIS TIME I’LL FINISH THE FU-

Before she can complete her statement, a figure steps out into the red spotlight. But it’s not Havoc, it’s Candi Cain, the co-host of The Promised Land Playhouse and Mr. Wright’s very special friend!

She’s dressed in her usual overalls, with pig-tails in her hair and a disturbingly sweet, innocent smile on her face. There is one major difference, however.

Candi is wearing black, white and red face-paint that looks remarkably similar to the design typically worn by Havoc. It must be her idea of a joke, but Billy looks anything but amused; in fact, she’s furious at the deception, and having her hopes of a rematch against the Nightmare Tyrant dashed.

BILLY BENNETT: Is this a fuckin’ joke to ya?! Quit wastin’ my time and send out that weird bastard ya work for!

Without a microphone to reply, Candi simply continues to smile before she points at a spot just to the side of Billy, mouthing two words.

‘Behind you.’

The arena’s lights come back on, and Billy quickly spins to notice she’s no longer alone in the ring. Only a few feet behind her is the towering form of Mr. Wright, dwarfing the miniscule frame of the Legacy Champion as she stares down into her eyes and flashes a bright, cheerful smile.

MR. WRIGHT: (off-mic) Hi, Silly Billy!

Billy’s reaction is immediate, as she unslings the Legacy Championship from over her shoulder and swings it through the air in a wide arc, the glittering silver faceplate smashing into the face of Mr. Wright and snapping his head to the side.

Despite the vicious impact, he doesn’t so much as stumble; Wright turns his head back to face her, as she drops the Legacy Championship to the canvas and rushes towards the man.

ALARA ADAMS: Wright has been playing mind games with Billy for months, and now she finally has him alone in the ring!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But look at the difference in size; he’s almost three times her weight!

Wright opens both arms wide as Billy leaps up at him to plant a Superman Punch onto his jaw. As her fist strikes his face, the Playhouse host grabs her around the waist in a hug... but he doesn’t seem to put any pressure on her, simply holding the Floridian in place.

It only lasts for a fraction of a second, as Billy’s right hand moves to gouge at Wright’s left eye. She digs her thumb in, and pops the eyeball out of its socket in a gruesome display.

KAYDEN ELLIS: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

ALARA ADAMS: I think I’m going to be sick...

Releasing his grip on Billy, Wright lets out a low, guttural cry as one hand travels up to grab at the eyeball that hangs loose. He turns his back to Bennett and stumbles away, as she begins to mock and taunt him.

BILLY BENNETT: (off-mic) HOW DO YA LIKE THAT, YA FAT MOTHERF-

Her mocking shouts are cut off, as she hears Wright’s scream transition into a gleeful giggle. When he turns back to face her, his eye is in its socket once again; pushed back in with his bare hands, and seemingly none the worse for wear.

BILLY BENNETT: (off-mic) What the...

Before she can finish, Wright suddenly lunges forward and wraps his arms around her torso again, lifting Bennett off the ground with the same ease that a child might pick up a doll.

Billy flails, punching him in the face, kicking him in the gut and ribs, and trying to gouge out his eyes again. Unfortunately for her, Mr. Wright keeps his face tucked low, preventing her from popping his eye out a second time.

ALARA ADAMS: Billy Bennett is like a flailing, furious ragdoll in the clutches of Mr. Wright!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did the bell even ring? Is this an actual match? What’s going on here?!

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t think so... but neither of these two seem to care!

As Billy continues to struggle in the clutches of Mr. Wright’s wholesome embrace, the massive man leans in to whisper something in her ear that isn't picked up by the camera.

MR. WRIGHT: (inaudible)

The moment she hears the words, Billy ceases her fighting, eyes wide in shock as she pulls back as far as Wright’s grip will allow; staring down in disbelief at him. Her mouth is slack as she shakes her head left and right.

BILLY BENNETT: (off-mic) No... no... no fuckin’ way...

By chance, her glance shoots to the right, where Candi Cain - having made her way down to the ringside area during the ‘fight’ - waits on the apron. The pigtailed follower of Mr. Wright nods her head in response and addresses Bennett directly.

CANDI CAIN: (off-mic) It’s true, sis, honest! Come with us, and I’ll prove it!

Wright releases his grip on Billy, as her limp body slumps down to a kneeling position directly in front of her Legacy Championship. Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, and the only movement coming from her is the rise and fall of her chest with every shallow, shaky breath.

Whatever Mr. Wright whispered in Billy’s ear seems to have broken her completely, as the massive host of The Promised Land Playhouse begins to move towards the ropes. Candi Cain steps through them and approaches Billy, nodding and smiling up at Wright as they pass each other.

Candi kneels down in front of Billy, reaching out with one arm to offer the Legacy Champion her hand. Bennett doesn’t even lift up her head to look at it, her eyes remaining vaguely fixed on the glittering faceplate of her title belt.

That is, until Mr. Wright turns around just shy of exiting the ring and snaps his fingers.

This seems to bring Billy back to life, as she slowly looks up into the smiling face of Candi... and after a brief pause, Bennett smiles back at the strange young woman as tears begin to stream down her blood-stained face. Taking her hand, Billy allows herself to be pulled back to her feet, looking unsteady; Billy nearly topples right back over, before she’s able to find her footing.

Candi embraces Bennett in a big, theatrically over-the-top hug that is only broken up when Mr. Wright rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers again. Releasing her new friend, Candi reaches down to scoop up the Legacy Championship and sling it over her own shoulder, as she takes Billy by the hand again.

The Playhouse trio leave the ring, returning up the ramp and disappearing backstage to the stunned silence of the crowd.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What even was that?

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t know, Kayden, but it looks like Billy Bennett is throwing in her lot with Mr. Wright and his gang of weirdos…

KAYDEN ELLIS: This place just keeps getting stranger, I swear. I blame Ratman.



Looking out over the edge of the roof, multiple police choppers could be seen flying around the arena.

ANDREW HOLT: Took Percy long enough to realize you were missing.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I knew they would send someone after me.

Andrew points at the helicopters and the dozen or so police cruisers that had built up around the arena itself.

ANDREW HOLT: So this is what you want? All this attention? All eyes on you? That’s a little narcissistic, Savannah. But I can look past it. I could always see the good in you.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Too bad there is no good in you.

Andrew turns slowly to look at Savannah.

ANDREW HOLT: We could end this right here, Savannah. Run away with me. Leave this hell-hole in your rearview mirror and you never would have to worry about anything. Just say yes.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: No.

ANDREW HOLT: Goddamn it, Savannah. Stop with this holier than though attitude. I need you and you need me. Who else is going to help you when your luck has turned? Who else is going to help you when shit starts hitting the fan? You don’t have Jason anymore. You don’t have Billy anymore. And even your most recent friendship with Zero, is starting to look shaky.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You leave Zero out of this. We are fine.

ANDREW HOLT: You can lie to yourself and everyone else, Sav. But I can see the truth.

Multiple local network television slowly pull up to the arena, with reports and camera crews stepping out.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You wouldn’t know the truth if it spit in your face, Andrew. Why do you still have the grandiose idea, this delusional picture, that we can still be together?

ANDREW HOLT: Because I believe in love, Savannah. I believe in destiny, fate, soulmates, whatever you want to call it.

Andrew turns back to look at Savannah.

ANDREW HOLT: I believe in you and me.

And with that, we fade out again to some more action.




YURIKO TOYAMA VS JASON LONG VS MICHAEL BISHOP

ALARA ADAMS: It saddens me to inform everyone that we are now being informed of a situation developing between Andrew Holt and Savahnna Andrews. While we await an update here, the show must go on.

KAYDEN ELLIS: We will be sure to let everyone know more as we know more but this is a very serious situation. If for any reason we go off the air you’ll know who’s responsible.



The lights in the arena begin to colorfully flash around the arena to the energetic rock of ‘Voltage’ by TRiDENT, when the energetic and ready to fight Yuriko Toyama makes her appearance on stage.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a Pin Them Both Match! In order to win, each competitor must get a pinfall or submission over both of their opponents! First, making her way to the ring. Residing from Tokyo, Japan, she is the Deathmatch Idol… “Lightning Blue” Yuriko Toyama!

Yuriko gets fired up and pumps the crowd up just before she runs down to the ring sliding underneath the ropes. She bounces off the ropes energetically, eventually ending up facing the hardcam side of the ring with one foot on the bottom rope propping herself higher up.

As Yuriko is settling down and making her way to her corner, the lights come back to normal while she awaits her opponents.



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 stretched his arms out as he soaks in the crowd’s reaction and Clara Olson makes the introduction.

CLARA OLSON: And her 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 the 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 for 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 began his walk again and made it down to the ringside area.

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



With no change in lighting, the bell of ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ by Metallica rings throughout the arena. As the first strum of the guitar blares through the speakers, Michael Bishop walks through the curtain and onto the stage. He doesn’t stop solely focused on getting to the ring to start the fight.

CLARA OLSON: The third and final competitor. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois. This… is… “The Dreadknight” Michael Bishop!

Bishop gets to the ring, hopping onto the apron with one knee, locking eyes with the man he once considered a friend, Jason Long. He steps through the ropes and makes his way to his corner with no further pageantry.

The referee gets to the center assuring all three competitors are ready to begin before calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: And this match is underway!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did you see that look Bishop gave Long? He may be sizing him up thinking he knows what Jason is capable of, but does he know what the Entity can do?

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t know, but they both better watch out, while we know both Bishop and Long are formidable threats, there is a very hungry Yuriko Toyama looking to make her name tonight.

Jason smiles and looks back and forth between the two. He raises his arms taunting each competitor. Bishop hesitates but Yuriko does not, charging the entity. She dives in with a dropkick but Jason doges to the side out of the way allowing her to get caught in the ropes. While she is still hanging from the middle rope, Jason lifts his foot and attempts to bring it down on Toyama’s head. Before it can connect, Jason is spun around by Bishop who nails Long with the RAILGUN!

ALARA ADAMS: What a savage overhand right by Bishop!

The Entity is knocked dizzy, tumbling out of the ring. Toyama breathes a sigh of relief but Bishop doesn’t stop there as he grabs her by the hair dragging Toyama out of the ropes and to her feet. He attempts to suplex Yuriko but she lands on her feet and spins quickly sending a kick straight back to Bishop’s head with an Ao Yaiba!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And Yuriko responds in kind with her signature gamengiri, the Ao Yaiba!

Bishop drops to a knee grabbing his head feeling the effects of the kick. Yuriko quickly springs back to her feet and bounces off the ropes hitting Bishop with a springboard dropkick to the side sending him to the outside of the ring as well. Rather than go after him though, Yuriko turns her attention to Jason Long who is beginning to recover. Yuriko climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off, sending herself into the Entity with a diving crossbody! Jason hits the ground hard while Yuriko’s momentum sends her rolling off of him. The crowd begin to cheer for the opening string of spots.

After a few moments of rest all three competitors begin to recover. Bishop begins to make his way around toward the other two while Jason and Yuriko lock eyes. Yuriko dives at Jason with a flying forearm but he shrugs it off returning with a forearm of his own, sending Yuriko spiraling back into the steps. Jason starts approaching the Deathmatch Idol but the Dreadknight has other plans, charging in with a ‘Hellraiser’ knee directly into the Entity’s spine. Jason falls into Yuriko sandwiching her between himself and the steps. Bishop wraps his arms around both competitors as he muscles them both up for a double german suplex! Before he can fullt get a rotation Yuriko slips out of it onto the apron leaving only Jason to get hit with the german. Bishop sits up from the maneuver but is immediately caught with a meteora off the apron by Lightning Blue!

ALARA ADAMS: This match has been going a thousand miles a minute with no sign of slowing down!

KAYDEN ELLIS: There is no way these three can keep this kind of pace and not end up hurt.

ALARA ADAMS: Listen, this is Fallout, if you’re not ten steps from death after a match do you really belong here?

With all three on the floor, Yuriko is the first to crawl back towards the ring and search under the apron. Jason is picking himself up by the guardrail while Bishop stays on the floor to try and recover a bit before rejoining the action. Yuriko comes back out from under the ring with various goodies in her hands. In one hand, multiple burlap sacks with mystery contents and in the other, a kendo stick with light tubes strapped all around it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yuriko is ready to show these two why she is the Deathmatch Idol.

ALARA ADAMS: Gotta love a good kendo light tube! I can only imagine what she might have in store, inside those bags.

Yuriko tosses the bags into the ring then approaches Jason with the light tube covered kendo stick. She swings once with Jason ducking underneath getting behind her. Yuriko turns too quickly for Jason to take advantage though swinging once again causing the Entity to trip over Bishop to avoid the attack. Bishop shoves Jason off himself, both men rising to their feet. Yuriko swings once more catching Bishop off guard, shattering a layer of light tubes across his back along with the loud crack of the kendo! Jason watches as Bishop falls to his knees reaching for his back attempting to pull out shards of glass. Before he notices though, Yuriko spins the kendo to the undamaged side bringing the light tube kendo across the forehead of Long!

ALARA ADAMS: This is why the front row is provided with respirators. You never know when toxic chemicals might be filling the air!

KAYDEN ELLIS: God, I can smell the shit from up here.

Yuriko rolls Jason into the ring and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The Entity gets his shoulder up, getting Toyama off of himself. Toyama scurries to the corner where one of the sacks she grabbed from under the ring sits. She as quickly as she can begins to untie the bag but just as it come loose, Jason grabs her by the back of her head and sends a knee straight into the back of her skull seemingly knocking her out cold with the T-Virus! Jason covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Toyama, while still dazed, gets her shoulder off the mat. Jason is quick to his feet pulling her upright onto her knees sending a kick directly into the same spot in the back of her head!

ALARA ADAMS: First T-Virus then the Assassin's Blade?! Jason is out for blood!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yuriko only barely kicked out of the T-Virus, I don’t see her kicking out of the follow-up Assassins Blade too.

Jason goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I can’t believe it! Toyama kicks out again!

ALARA ADAMS: Despite the lack of an impressive record, Toyama is showing some heart here tonight!

Yuriko, through what appears to be sheer instinct alone, gets her shoulder up. The Entity, clearly frustrated, calls for the end by sliding his thumb across his throat. He lifts Toyama but notices a shift in the crowd. In an attempt to be cautious he turns around and is CAUGHT WITH A SPEAR BY BISHOP!!

ALARA ADAMS: Jason just got folded in half!

The force takes the two half way across the ring but Bishop rolls through back to his feet, pulling Jason up to his knees by the wrist. DEADMAN AETERNUM! BISHOP HITS THE BICYCLE KNEE! He isn’t done though, keeping Jason up by the wrist hooking the arm and lifting him into the air, deadlift style, only to bring him back down WITH A JACKHAMMER!

KAYDEN ELLIS: DEADMAN AETERNUM FOLLOWED UP BY DEBALLATIO! Jason might actually be out!

Bishop hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Michael Bishop has earned his first fall on Jason Long!

Bishop can’t believe it as Jason gets his shoulder up a few seconds too late unsure of what had just transpired. Jason begins to pull himself up by the ropes, the Entity ready to unleash hell for taking a pinfall so early in the match. While Bishop needs to pin Yuriko to win, he has the angry Jason long to contend with first. Jason charges forward unleashing a flurry of blows into Bishop. This is just what Bishop wants though, with his MMA background he blocks and dodges around Long’s strikes throwing skilled strikes right back.

Long realizing his newfound predicament ducks under one of Bishop’s strikes coming back up, hooking the Dreadknights arms and lifting him over with a dragon suplex! He keeps his grip locked rolling over and getting both men back to their feet hitting another dragon suplex. He holds it once again rolling over but this time, bridging the dragon suplex and holding it for the pin!

ALARA ADAMS: Jason about to return the favor!

ONE!

TWO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait! Toyama is up!

THR-

Toyama breaks the pin! The Entity shoves Bishop to the edge of the ring, his sights now set on Toyama. He grabs her by the tights and lifts the barely conscious woman to her feet. She turns around and… SHE DRIVES YAKITORI STICKS DIRECTLY INTO JASON’S HEAD! This stuns Jason just long enough for Yuriko to grab him and lift him over with a bridging exploder suplex!

ALARA ADAMS: Jason just got shiskababed then dropped right onto his shiskababed head with Yuriko’s Blizzard Suplex!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Bridge for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Yuriko Toyama has earned her first fall on Jason Long!

Yuriko falls off of Jason, her energy spent recovering from the nasty blows she received to the skull. Jason begins to stir, however unsteady he may be.As Jason gets to his feet he looks around to the audience cheering loudly for his second consecutive fall. He then turns his attention to Yuriko, his face masked in utter disdain. He takes a few steps back then takes a few steps forward before leaping into the air… VANITY KILLER! The curbstomp drives the already concussed head of Yuriko into the mat. Jason rolls her over, ready to get his first pin but before he can get down for the cover… BISHOP SHOVES JASON OUT OF THE RING! HE LOCKS YURIKO INTO THE ASYLUM TRIANGLE CHOKE!

ALARA ADAMS: Is Yuriko even conscious? How can she tap?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She can’t! I think that’s the idea!

The referee checks on Yuriko and detirmes her to be unconscious, calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: After getting his second fall over Yuriko Toyama and your winner… One half of the Tag Team Champions, BFG, The Dreadknight… MICHAEL BIIIIIIISSSSHHHOOOOOOOOPPPP!!!!!

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t want to say what an upset but, WHAT AN UPSET!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This man had to beat not only Yuriko who was incredibly resilient, seemingly having to fight half-conscious most of this match but also, the Entity, Jason Long. That is not an easy feat.

Bishop rolls out of the ring where Liz has made her way down to ringside, still banged up from her loss earlier in the night. Bishop and Liz fistbump while Jason recovers on the opposite side of the ring, fuming over his defeat. Liz and Bishop celebrate Tag Titles in hand proving that the Tag Team Titles are just as valuable as any of the singles titles in Project: Honor.



ANDREW HOLT: Look at them running around down there like a bunch of ants. All circling the hill, looking to save their queen.

We come back to the rooftop, where Andrew Holt is looking down at the police and media that are surrounding the arena.

ANDREW HOLT: I hope this makes you feel special. Because Lord knows that no matter what I gave you or offered you, you still acted like it was nothing more than just another everyday occurrence.

Holt turns and looks at Savannah, still sitting in the chair he has her tied to.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You still have time to turn this around, Andrew. Just let me go and I can talk to them, get them to go light on you.

Andrew chuckles softly.

ANDREW HOLT: No, Savannah…there is no more time. The plan is set, the night is here, the mood is perfect. I just wanted to give you some time to realize that you were wrong about me…about us. We are PERFECT together, why can’t you see that?

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Andrew, please.

ANDREW HOLT: Please, what? Let you go? Untie you? Let you move on? For months now, I have pined for you. I have tried to make sure YOU were comfortable. I abused my position as General Manager of Fallout, so that you had it easy. Taking out Pixie Sloane, holding back the pack of dogs in True Society. Do you know how many times they wanted to slaughter you? Hell, I had to hold back Valkyrie almost every day. That was until she lost it and we just booted her. But that’s besides the point!

He walks over and crouches down in front of Savannah.

ANDREW HOLT: You still don’t understand anything. You still want to play the victim, the innocent one, the one who doesn’t deserve any harsh criticism or accept any blame. But this…

Andrew stands straight up, pointing at this mask.

ANDREW HOLT: …this…

He points out over the edge of the rooftop, at the chaos unfolding beneath.

ANDREW HOLT: …you are just as much to blame as me.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Me? You want to blame ME? I am innocent in all of this!

Letting out a little sigh, Andrew lowers his head. He turns towards the edge of the roof, looking down at the police cruisers that are still arriving. He turns his head slightly to the right.

ANDREW HOLT: Innocent, right? I guess you never led me on. I guess you never accepted my proposal. I guess you never technically cheated on me, that night with Billy.

Savannah’s eyes widened in a combination of horror and embarrassment.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You…you knew about that?

ANDREW HOLT: I have eyes and ears everywhere, Savannah. I know everything. All I ever asked from you, is your heart. Instead you ended up breaking mine.

Tears form in Savannah’s eyes and run down her cheeks.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I’m sorry, Andrew. I only accepted your proposal because I thought that would finally stop your reign of terror. I thought that I could save my friends. I thought-

ANDREW HOLT: No, that’s the problem…you weren’t thinking. You only cared about YOURself, YOUR friends, YOUR well being. Did it ever occur to you that everything could have been different? Or did you choose to ignore that thousand times I said that we could run away together? The thousand times I mentioned about leaving this WHOLE mess behind us and starting anew? I wanted to take you away from this violent life, give you a perfect home, a white picket fence, and a bunch of little kids running around. I wanted to give you a family to enjoy. Not one like yours or even one like mine.

Andrew lifts his mask up with his right hand, using his left hand to wipe a tear away from his good eye.

ANDREW HOLT: But instead you just treated me like I was expendable. All of this could have been different. But your actions led us down this path. You were the judge and the jury who decided on the punishment…I am merely the executioner.

Andrew lowers his red purge mask slowly as the scene fades out.



HAVOC VS TATE SELBY

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's main event.

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.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is gonna be amazing. Havoc versus his number one contender.

ALARA ADAMS: What an amazing chance for Tate to make an impact and send a statement.

“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.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… The Project Honor Ascended Prime Champion… The Harbinger of Reality… HAVOC!!!

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 halfway point the strobing lights go out, the music also stops.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the f…

ALARA ADAMS: Who forgot to pay the damn bill?

The arena lights return in full just in time to see Havoc on the ramp, his followers have all gone other than one hooded figure. Before Havoc can grasp what's going on, the figure charges and nails him with a brutal knee strike to the skull. Havoc falls hard and the attacker slowly pulls the hood back… it’s Tate Selby!!

ALARA ADAMS: This is not what I meant when I said Tate would want to make an impact.

Tate leans over Havoc and nails him with a couple of right hands to any area he can swing at, Havoc however forces his way up and charges Selby into the barricade. Tate clearly feels it and arches his back upon impact, Havoc takes the chance to grab the Ascended Prime title belt, he swings but is dropped by a drop toe hold. Havoc crashes head first into the edge of the barrier and is busted open.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ouchie…

Selby stomps away at Havoc before looking over his shoulder towards the ring, it’s almost like he’s weighing something up in his own mind. Tate takes a few steps towards the ring but stops before getting there, he proceeds to start ripping up the mats on the floor revealing the concrete underneath. Havoc again is up but seems a little groggy, he however still goes towards Tate. Selby simply grabs Havoc and double underhooks him, it seems Tate is trying to hit his Lone Driver onto the exposed concrete.

ALARA ADAMS: He’s gonna kill him and Havoc has surely died enough in recent times.

Havoc fights an arm clear and swings into the ribs of Tate before throwing him overhead with a reversal, Selby gets lucky and lands on the extra padding he moved so is up as quickly as Havoc.

KAYDEN ELLIS: We need these two stopped.

The two men charge at each other and for the first time you can actually see the ref in the ring calling for assistance, Tate and Havoc continue brawling and throwing shots until en masse the backstage area empties, agents, referees, and roster members charge down the ramp.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like the fun is over…

The two men continue throwing arms and verbals until reached by the posse of people, the group splits into two and grabs the men, pulling them apart. Neither seems keen on being split and they both manage to do damage to the makeshift security that holds them with flailing arms. The numbers win out, as they’re dragged in different directions you can hear the shout from Tate “That fucking belt is mine!!”



ANDREW HOLT: So, Savannah, before this night ends…I want to share one final dance.

The scene opens up after the chaos of Havoc vs Selby, revealing Andrew Holt and Savannah Sunshine for the final time, on top of the arena rooftop.

ANDREW HOLT: The show is over. The crowd gathers underneath. The world is waiting for our moment.

Andrew walks over and presses play on the bluetooth boombox as ‘“The Word Caves In” by Matt Matlese, Covered by Sarah Cothran’ plays over the speakers.



Andrew turns to Savannah, pulling the gun out of the back of his waistband.

#My feet are aching,
And your back is pretty tired.

ANDREW HOLT: One final dance, before we call it a life…Savannah. But please do not fight me. I want our final moments to be special.

He walks over and undoes the ties around her feet and arms, reaching his arm out to her to help her to her feet.

#And we’ve drunk a couple bottles, babe,
And set our grief aside.

She slowly reaches out and takes his hand as banging on the door to the rooftop can be heard. There is a lock on the door, from the outside…obviously something Andrew put there for just such a moment.

#The papers say it’s doomsday,
The button has been pressed.

ANDREW HOLT: May I have this dance?

Without a response, Andrew pulls Savannah in close, wrapping both arms around her. Savannah, tears running down her cheeks, reluctantly wraps her over Andrew’s shoulders and around his neck as she begins to slow dance with him.

#We’re gonna nule each other up, boys
‘Til old satan stands impressed.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Why, Andrew? That’s my biggest question…why?

#And here it is, our final night alive
As the Earth burns to the ground
Oh, boy, it’s YOU that I lie with…

ANDREW HOLT: Like I keep saying, Savannah. It’s all been about you.

#As the atom bomb locks in
Oh, boy, it's you I watch TV with
As the world, as the world caves in

ANDREW HOLT: From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew life wouldn’t be complete without you by my side. And I swore to myself that I would do anything and everything to make you happy.

#You put your finest suit on
I paint my fingernails

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: But this doesn’t make me happy. This makes me sad.

#Oh, we're going out in style, babe
And everything's on sale

ANDREW HOLT: This is merely the final hurrah. I’ve tried everything and I’ve seemed to have failed at every step of the way.

#We creep up on extinction
I pull your arms right in

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I would have been happy as just friends, Andrew. If you would have just told me the truth from the beginning, maybe this could have worked out.

Andrew lets out a soft sigh and sniffles slightly from underneath his mask.

#I weep and say "Goodnight love"
While my organs pack it in

ANDREW HOLT: But I could never live, knowing that the woman I loved was inches away from me and I could never hold her.
#And here it is, our final night alive
And as the Earth burns to the ground

ANDREW HOLT: I could never live, knowing how much my heart yearned to be yours…only to watch you fail with Jason…fail with Billy…fail with Zero.
#Oh, boy, it's you that I lie with
As the atom bomb locks in

ANDREW HOLT: I could never live watching you have your heart broken over and over again, knowing I could be the one to mend it.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: But Andrew…you broke my heart too.


#Oh, boy, it's you I watch TV with
As the world, as the world caves in

The song ends and the final words of Savannah hits Andrew like a ton of bricks. He steps back from her, gripping the gun tightly.

ANDREW HOLT: Then maybe in our next lifetime, I will do better.

He raises the gun, pointing it at her head…

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: WAIT! Andrew…can I make one request before it’s over?

ANDREW HOLT: Anything.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: Kiss me.

ANDREW HOLT: What?

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: You did this all because you love me…and here it’s about to end for the both of us. Why not kiss me once before it’s over?

Andrew pauses for a moment, the idea running through his head.

ANDREW HOLT: I would like that. But please, do not let my grotesque appearance scare you too much.

Removing his mask, Andrew lowers his head slightly…embarrassed of how he looks. Savannah tenderly puts her hands on his jawline and lifts his head slightly, meeting him eye to eyes. She starts to lean in, closing her eyes…causing Andrew to mirror her movement. His eyes closed. Savannah whispers softly, before their lips touch.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS: I’m sorry…

Opening his eyes, puzzled at her words, he is quickly greeted by a headbutt to the nose that instantly turns it into a geyser of blood. He stumbles back and catches himself from falling backward off the roof.

ANDREW HOLT: Savannah…

Andrew’s mask clatters to the ground as Savannah unleashes with a superkick that sends him over the edge of the roof. Almost in slow motion, Andrew falls through the air…before landing hard on one of the television vans below, impaling himself through the abdomen on one of the skinny antennas on top of the van.

The door to the rooftop finally broke open as Christian DeMarco, Percival Burque, and multiple others came pouring out..

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: SAVANNAH! SAVANNAH!

DeMarco was the first over to Savannah, as she just continued to stare over the edge at the motionless body of Andrew Holt. The moment DeMarco got to her, she quickly turned and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He hesitates for a moment, before hugging her back..comforting his friend.

The camera begins to pull out as the mp3 boombox begins to play the next song on it’s playlist.



#Legends never die
When the world is callin' you
Can you hear them screaming out your name?

Our view fades away from the rooftop as police begin to file out onto the roof…down to the ground, roughly an hour later. We see a paramedic filling out some papers, when an officer walks up to him.

OFFICER SANDERS: Hey, can I ask a favor?

PARAMEDIC HOVE: Sure, what’s up Officer?

#Legends never die
They become a part of you
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness

OFFICER SANDERS: I just need to see the body of the stiff you have in the back there. I need to take notes for the report on his physical appearance. I know he was missing an eye and such, but I need to make sure I have everything.

PARAMEDIC HOVE: Sure thing!

#Relentless, you survive
They never lose hope when everything's cold and the fighting's near

PARAMEDIC HOVE: Gotta love paperwork.

The paramedic winks to the cop as he leads him to the back of the ambulance.

#It's deep in their bones, they'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce
No, pick yourself up, 'cause

Swinging open the doors to the back of the rig, both the paramedic and Officer’s eyes widen as they both look confused. The camera pans around to show that the body bag that Andrew Holt was in, is laying on the floor of the rig…empty…

#LEGENDS NEVER DIE…

The camera slowly hangs on the scene for a moment, before finally fading out to the Project: Honor logo.