DRAFT SHOW 01/08/2021

Sitting in the front row, behind the commentary desk of the empty Oracle Park in San Fran hours before the show, Rock Johnson rests comfortably with his feet kicked up. The suit and tie speak for themselves - he’s here for business.

ROCK JOHNSON: On the very first show we put on, I said I had no intentions of reinventing the wheel.

He strums his chin and hums a little as the camera pans out, showing the magnificent arena typically reserved for baseball stadiums, allowing everyone to sink in the fact that a federation started in the eye of a perfect storm is selling out arenas of baseball teams. It’s empty now, but in a couple of hours, this place will come alive.

ROCK JOHNSON: Well, we’re over six months later, and we’re running the wheels off the joint. This federation was started based on a theory that if we could get the trailblazers in this industry under one roof, they wouldn’t need judgement, they wouldn’t need close rubs or validation, they just needed the opportunity to shape the world into their own image. This is the final opportunity to sit back and bask in the sun, reflecting on how we got here. With nothing but opportunity standing in front of our warriors, what did our roster do with it?

Next to Rock Johnson, unnamed assistants raise posters up following the regular inclusion of fanwork into the beginning of the shows, but these have a special bit of flavor. The first sign speaks to the elephant in the room - it’s a drawing of the Molotov, the Grand Champion, Dickie Watson, standing with his hand raised as he’s the winning of the Inaugural Grand Championship match over Kasey Winterborn and Jason Terrance. It’s the exact same belt he’s bringing into the arena tonight, without a single day or break in his unrelenting reign, highlighted by the number one-hundred, thirty one on the poster next to the words Project: DOMINATION.

In the next sign, MYOJIN and Emiko Zane, the Celestial Lovers, are drawn standing over the fallen body of Colton Saint. A chance encounter fueled by missing the mark in the grand championship picture bled into the X-Factory championship match, where these MYOJIN and Colton passed each other like trains in the night. While Zane was proudly serving as the Warrior Rising champion and coming into her own right, Colton saw naivety in her endless amount of potential and tried to take advantage. After a golden spear, a kidnapping report, and an excommunication by way of gang warfare, MYOJIN and Zane are depicted standing proudly, next to the words Project: Survivor. Another sign depicts the face of Mark Hunter, looking over the carnage and muck and gore he went through to survive the first ever Purge match, one show after debuting by beating the X-Factor champion, with Project: Hunter. These signs continuously raise depicting different warriors all fighting under the same brand, such as Project: Horror, Project: Warrior, Project: Cutthroat, and others, until Rock Johnson’s left looking from the center around at each different path these warriors have taken to get here, with no way of knowing which one holds the keys to the future.

ROCK JOHNSON: THEY DID ANYTHING THEY WANTED. They let nobody stop them. Maybe it was the chase for fame, maybe it was piss and vinegar, whatever you’d want to call it, they had it in freaking spades and they ran with it. They made you wonder if the future of tag team wrestling was a beautiful colorful gradient, or if it was two-toned. They made you wonder if the future is a brand new upstart, or if it’s a tried and true, battle tested Legacy. They made you wonder if the future was guided by someone who was held upright by honor and pride, or if the future belongs to the countless people on this roster committed to the exact opposite.

ROCK JOHNSON: I’ll find out the same moment you will. I give them the grandest stage of them all, and let them do with it as they wish. Just remember, no matter what you’re fighting for, it doesn’t matter what a warrior believes. It matters what they can do. Right now, with the start of the draft, we are about to set the world on fire, and build a new one in it’s ashes. On one side, will be the terrifying, the monstrous, the inhumane, and the cruel ; on the other will be the strong, the brave, the skilled and the proud. Who will win?

ROCK JOHNSON: Let’s find out. Season 2: Begin.

The scene fades to black.



“Feds Watching” by 2 Chainz ft. Pharrell blasts through the speakers as the scene fades into the Oracle Arena. Fans are on their feet, cheering. A red carpet is laid out down the ramp and all the way to the ring. Inside the ring is a table covered by a cloth. Right in the middle of the ring is a podium with a mic. Caden steps out onto the stage with a big ass smile on his face and some cards in his hand. He makes his way down to the ring, interacting with the fans along the way. Once he gets to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks directly to the podium. The crowd begins to chant his name.

CROWD: CADEN! CADEN! CADEN!

After the chant simmers down, Caden taps the mic a couple times.

CADEN YOUNG: Uh, is this thing- holy hell that’s loud. Can someone turn this down?

He looks around as if there was a sound booth nearby and continues to tap it like his love interests.

CADEN YOUNG: Er, anyways. As you all know and thank you for the chant earlier, I’m Caden Young. I’m the Assistant To The General Manager, Callum Walker. I’m here tonight as your host for the Project: Catgirl… I mean Project: Honor End of Season Awards.

One single drip of sweat falls off Caden’s face and he uses his arm to wipe his forehead.

CADEN YOUNG: Tonight we’ll be acknowledging the Warriors who have cemented their feet to the ground-

Caden looks at the card in his hand intently.

CADEN YOUNG: Tonight we’ll be acknowledging the Warriors who have cemented their names as the best this season. It’s only been half a year since we opened, but with the start of a new season we want to hand some shiny things to y’all. Which I’m very jealous about.

He flips through a few cards and stops at one that says ‘Draft’ on it.

CADEN YOUNG: Before we get started. I have a brief draft announcement to make. Proving Ground has it’s first three picks, but they were automatically chosen as they are the current Champions. Staying on Proving Ground heading into Season Two…

The camera cuts to the titantron where the following images appear on the screen:





Following the final image appearing on the screen, the camera cuts back to the ring where Caden is wiping his sweat away again.

CADEN YOUNG: I am to also announce that since these picks don’t really count as part of the draft as they are the PG Champs, Fallout will get picks one through three to kick off the actual draft. So uh… back to the awards… here we go!

The cloth on the table is ripped off by Caden’s hands. Eleven awards shine in Caden’s poor little eyes. He gets lost in the trance of their shininess before picking one up.

CADEN YOUNG: Oh and one more thing… As I announce these awards, just wanted to make it clear to all y’all in the back that you don’t need to come out here for them. They will be brought to you later. Okay, now here we go!

Caden wipes his forehead again and picks up the next card.

CADEN YOUNG: The first award of the night will go to the Most Improved Warrior on the roster. This individual has shown up and win or lose has been on the grind of rising up in the ranks. The winner of Most Improved goes to… DANIEL HORROR!



CADEN YOUNG: The next award will be for Next Up in 2021! This individual has taken Project: Honor by storm already and looks to have a promising future ahead of them. Next Up In 2021 is… MARK HUNTER!



CADEN YOUNG: This next one goes to the Spot of the Season. We all know how much we love these spots, but only one stood out more than others. Let’s take a look at the replay.

The camera cuts to the titantron where a replay of Proving Ground IX starts.



The replay ends and the camera focuses back on Caden’s sweaty face.

CADEN YOUNG: The winner of Spot of the Season goes to Lazarus Arjen for his Leap of Faith onto Colton Saint!



CADEN YOUNG: This next award is… MINE OH MY GOD! LET’S FUCKING GO!

Caden grabs the award and jumps up and down out of excitement. After a few seconds, he realized what he was doing and what he should be doing.

CADEN YOUNG: So uh, this next award is for Segment of the Year and goes to me for hosting the Costume Contest! YAY!



He sets the award on top of the podium, away from the rest of them. Caden then walks back to the rest of the awards and grabs the next one.

CADEN YOUNG: I feel like I’m starting to repeat myself so let’s change up a bit. I’m holding the award now for the Most Shocking Moment of this season. This was something that no one expected to happen and it shocked the entire Project: Honor Universe. The Most Shocking Moment goes to… The Kidnap of Emiko Zane by Colton Saint!



A massive roar of boos fill the arena. Caden cowers thinking that everyone is booing him then realizes that this isn’t really something to celebrate. Without hesitation, he grabs the next award.

CADEN YOUNG: To go along with the Most Shocking Moment award, we have the Feud of the Year award! This feud took place over a few months and involved more than just two people. It actually included the kidnapping of Zane. Feud of the Year goes to Colton Saint, Kimberly Chase, Zane, and MYOJIN!



CADEN YOUNG: So many twists and turns in that feud and it ended with that boy MYOJIN putting Colton down! Great work to these individuals. Now for the Match of the Year award! SO many amazing matches took place since our inauguration. This one happened to take place at our latest Pay-Per-View, Unbreakable Resolution. Match of the Year goes to… THE PURGE MATCH!



CADEN YOUNG: Congrats to all the participants in the Purge Match and what an introduction to what’s to come on Fallout. Although, we all know that Proving Ground will still be superior because you all have me. Up next is Tag Team of the Year! We’ve seen so many different teams around here recently with that successful Tag Tournament we had, but one has just been on a tear. This team has not been stopped since joining and they’re your current Tag Team Champions… Tag Team of the Year goes to the team of Shawn Warstein and James Raven… LEGACY!



CADEN YOUNG: Three more awards remaining! Champion of the Year. Only one Champion has held their belt since winning it and hasn’t let it go since capturing it. He has defended the belt in some of the most strenuous matches and always comes out on top. Champion of the Year goes to none other than… DICKIE WATSON!



CADEN YOUNG: The second to last award will go to the Best Female Warrior of all in Project: Honor. She has overcome adversity at it’s finest and proven to be one of the toughest people on this talented roster we have. Best Female Warrior goes to… ZANE!



CADEN YOUNG: The final award of the night will go to the Best Male Warrior of all in Project: Honor. He hasn’t lost a single match of singles action since joining. He is your Grand Champion… Best Male Warrior goes to… DICKIE WATSON!



CADEN YOUNG: Please give a round of applause to all the award winners here tonight. Let’s hear it for em!

Every person in attendance starts to cheer and clap. A standing ovation commences while the crowd chants.

CROWD: PROJECT HONOR! PROJECT HONOR! PROJECT HONOR!

CADEN YOUNG: That’s all she wrote and you’ll be seeing me. See ya later, loves!

“Feds Watching” by 2 Chainz ft. Pharrell starts to play once again. Caden takes his award and slowly makes his way out of the ring. He throws up a peace sign as the scene fades out.









With the Proving Ground banner proudly displayed behind him, the reigning X-Factor Champion stands before the camera with the championship title resting on his shoulder. Displaying his “Colton Saint Was Right” tee shirt and blue aviators, Indy seems prepared to address the fans following the reveal of more drafted names.

INDY: Make no mistake, Project: Honor was the first mainstream company to give this kid from the independents a shot at the big time. While I may not always see eye-to-eye with people running the show, I take great pride in being loyal to this brand and the fans who watch us week after week. They’ve seen me struggle from the bottom, pull off upset wins, and deliver when the chips are down. They haven’t let me down yet, and I’m not about to let them down either.

INDY: Whether I’m in the ring on Proving Ground or Fallout, I vow to give every last bit of life I have in my body to keep those fans tuning in and sharing their enthusiasm with all of us that are blessed to perform in Project: Honor. As the current X-Factor Champion, I have the opportunity to continue the path I started on Proving Ground, and while Fallout may be putting together an impressive roster tonight, I’m confident that this show is as strong as ever.

INDY: This is going to be a year of independence, and I can't think of anyone better to lead the charge than yours truly. So if you’re new to Proving Ground or if you’ve been here from the beginning, welcome to season two. Just know that’s the closest thing to a welcome mat that you’ll get out of me. Why? Because I’m Indy Darling, and that’s not just good enough, it’s better than the rest.

Indy adjusts the championship on his shoulder and continues to give the camera a determined stare as we transition to our next scene...


The previous clip had just ended when the titantron flickers for a few moments. A gentle couch is heard before the very first pick, Elena DeDraca, has her face appear on the big screen. She is giving a quick smile towards the fans before her expression hardens. Almost cut out of stone.

ELENA DEDRACA: That the moment where we tell people how excited we’re about this draft thing?

It seemed as if her eyes wandered into the distance and someone was nodding, but she only shrugged her shoulders.

ELENA DEDRACA: I am not sure how many of those rookies have been part of a spectacle like that before, but it certainly has its good and bad sides. It can turn out to your benefit, especially when they take you away from the big names. Why? Because you might get the attention that you deserve. But what if you are the big name stuck with the morons that still need their diapers change? That can be fun too- to each their own, right?

She grabbed her water bottle from the nearby table- taking that obligatory sip. This water never tasted anything but old butt, or how she imagined it to be.

ELENA DEDRACA: Plenty of people asked me the previous days where I wanna go or if I had an idea where they would draft me to. Honestly? I couldn’t answer either of those two things. And in the end it doesn’t really matter to me. I had no preference, but there was one thing for sure- no matter where I ended up, I would cause waves. Like I did all my career. I have set my expectations not too high, maybe I will be one of the last picks- or not even a public pick. Won’t give me a trauma, darlings, I have played soccer before. And I wasn't the top pick- mostly because I had the tendency to walk off mid game.

Elena couldn’t help herself but laugh out loud, obviously remembering certain situations. She elegantly flipped her hair back, stretching out on the chair.

ELENA DEDRACA: This here is nothing different. I welcome any challenge, no matter who or what it is. Project Honor doesn’t know much about me, but they had to realise that I mean business. Where I go the right of free speech goes, along with not sugar coating your favourites. Everyone knows it by now, so you can stop acting like a straight penguin. They know it, you know it and hell I know it. But we are drifting off. Proving Grounds. The classiest thing on this show/brand is my brother and his wife. But then again maybe I am biased. Fallout. Hard to say what the future will hold for that brand, but the bloodier the better, huh? This at least seems to be the concept. One way or another the fans, my fans, will get a chance to see me cause chaos. And that is what matters, right?

For a brief moment there was absolute silence, not even the breathing noise of the overweight camera guy was heard.

ELENA DEDRACA: And that’s it. I don’t want to read you a novel here, especially as I haven’t prepared one. Stay tuned. Enjoy the draft. But most importantly enjoy the real fighters of this company. Cry me a river kids on social media? Do as I do, MUTE. You do it with a button, I with a kick to the face. You’re welcome.


Our scene opens up at the Hip House. The newly crowned Warrior Rising champion stands in the front yard with the belt around his shoulder as he addresses the camera.

TJ: Oh shit...I actually got drafted! I didn't think anyone would want me...I mean...they wouldn't want me because I'd knock out all their talent! Yeah. That. Totally. This brand is in for a blessing. I'm doing them a favor here! They might not know it yet, but when Big Drip Productions steps foot in the arena, the ratings will go up. The faint of heart will collapse in the audience. And we'll be showered in praise! Because who doesn't want to praise the best unit in PH history? It doesn't really matter where I got picked because I'm a steal at any position! First? Well that means I'm the obvious choice. Last? That's just...a crime. This GM should go to jail! For bad decisions. Basically a crime, right? Either way, you get what I'm trying to say here. We're about to become the faces of this brand and there's nothing anyone can do about it! Maybe.

TJ looks to talk some more, but is interrupted by a crash coming from inside.

TJ: What...it's Gerald again, isn't it. Damn giraffes. Always knocking shit over!

TJ leaves the scene and goes back into the house to fix whatever Gerald is getting into. The cameraman waits for a while then cuts to black when he realizes he's not coming back.


The camera cuts to Matt Knox, seated in his locker room. He smirks, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. He shifts his gaze to the camera, before adjusting in his seat. His face contorts in discomfort, leftover from the spill he took during the Purge match. He begins speaking, a hunger apparent in his tone.

MATT KNOX: So I guess i’ll only be ACTUALLY wrestling in Reno, Nevada with Uprising for the foreseeable future then, huh? I’ve been pretty candid about what was going to happen if I ended up here with you, DeMarco. I don’t take kindly to overly involved management. I don’t take kindly to a lot of things, but that’s pretty high up on the list. So, here’s how this is going to go. Do your job, stay in your lane, let the fighters fight while you shuffle paperwork. And I’ll be nothing but an asset and a draw. Step out of your line, and i’ll burn Fallout to the ground, using you as kindling.

He adjusts in his seat, lifting a beer from a gathering of them off camera, he raises it to the camera in a toast, before speaking once more.

MATT KNOX:And to the rest of you, it looks like we’re fighters now, not just wrestlers. Sure, the difference was near nonexistent before but now? It’s St Elmo’s twice a month. Let’s do the damn thing.

He walks out of the camera view as the camera fades out.


The scene backstage finds Mark Hunter sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. To his left is a pile of beer bottles, a couple of empties but many more ready to be drunk. It’s clear someone else is the other side of the beer bottles and Mark hasn’t been drinking alone, the shadow makes it obvious the other person is male. Mark has a beer in his left hand.

Male Voice: Where the hell is your briefcase?

MARK HUNTER: I aint carrying that damn thing around with me, it’s back at the hotel, until management give me the combination to open it or tell me it’s being opened at a show, it’s not getting the pleasure of my permanent presence.

Mark takes a swig of the beer as a different voice can he heard shouting “Mark, you’ve just been drafted to Proving Ground, any words for the camera?"

MARK HUNTER: I guess so.

Hunter jumps up to his feet and pulls a scrap of paper from the pocket of his faded jeans, with the wall now used as a backdrop, Mark clears his throat and unruffles the paper with his right hand. With no real facial expression at all, Mark starts his speech.

MARK HUNTER: Christian Demarco is a prick!! Oh hang on… wrong speech!

Mark throws the paper down and starts going through his pockets, out comes cigarettes, lighter, some loose change, but no speech. “Fuck”.

MARK HUNTER: Oi… Pyro have you seen any bit of paper lying around?

Distant Voice Of Pyro: Yeah, it was that crappy speech of yours… I was bored, so I burnt it!!

MARK HUNTER: Prick!!

Hunter sighs as Pyro laughing in the background can be heard.

Mark Hunter: Oh well, Proving Ground if it plans on being the wrestling show Project Honor can be proud of only really had two choices. Choice one was to draft yours truly, choice two was to fail. Now the right decision has been made. All I ask for is to be treated fairly, if I’m treated in a fair manner I will complain about nothing and can be relied upon to carry the flag for the clearly superior show. If anyone crosses either myself or does anything to damage the reputation of Proving Ground as a show… I will be the one that holds them to account.

With that Mark slides back down the wall and takes a swig of his beer.

Mark Hunter: Now I can enjoy my damn drink!




DING! DING! DING!

HOLLY PEREZ: Ladies and gentlemen...the next match is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!

Fans pop.

HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan...weighing in at one-hundred-and-eighty-one pounds...DRRRAAAGGOOOOO SAAAANNNTTIIIIIAAAAGGOOOOOOO!!!

“Scary Mask” by Poppy w/Fever333 blares out through the Oracle Park, as Drago steps out of the back, stopping and looking out onto the crowd. The fans rain down boos and jeers onto him, but he seems to just stand there soaking it in.

J.T. PRICE: I’ve heard about the history of Mr. Santiago here, but his Project: Honor start wasn’t the greatest as we watched him lose to Elena DeDraca at Unbreakable Resolution.

Drago casually walks down the entrance ramp, smirking at the booing fans near the barriers.

TREY BOOKER:: He seems to be feeding off this negative energy.

Finally making it to the ring, Drago slides under the bottom rope and quickly pops to his feet. He walks over to the closest turnbuckle, climbing up onto the second rope. After a moment of looking out onto the crowd, he raises both hands his mouth and blows kisses out to the fans. The crowd responds back by booing even louder, only causing Drago to smirk before jumping down off the ropes. His music slowly fades out.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his opponent...hailing from Kiruna, Sweden...weighing in at two-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds...THE PERFECT DISASTER...DEX GRRRRRIIIFFFIIINNNN!!!

“Never Back Down” by No Resolve begins to fill the arena.

I'll never back down
I'll never back down

I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm bleeding
Barely breathing

Right before the music starts, Dex runs out onto the stage and slightly bends over before pausing abruptly.

I'll never back down

At the exactly same time the music starts, Dex lifts back up, flipping his hair to the back. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring as he slowly walks down the ramp.

I heard you thought I was six feet under
Wake up, wake up, wake up
But now it's your turn to face the fire
Wake up, wake up, wake up
You can try to kill me
But I'll rise again
Rise again

When Dex reaches the ring, he climbs onto the apron throws his head down and then whips his hair back once again. Immediately after, he climbs in between the ropes and into the ring, pacing around.

I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm bleeding
Barely breathing
I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm feeling
Broken and beaten

Dex stops pacing around the ring and grabs a hold of the top rope. He pulls it back and lets out a roar as fire emerges from around the ring.

I got a fire in my soul
The fear's taking hold
But I'm taking control
Of my own life
I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm bleeding
Undefeated
I'll never back down

The music starts to fade out at this point and Dex stands ready for the match to begin. Holly Perez begins to climb out of the ring as the ref looks at both Dex and Drago.

Suddenly ‘Anxiety” by Black Eyed Peas begins to pump out over the crowd.

J.T. PRICE:[/color] Wait...isn’t...isn’t that…

Before Price could finish his thought, Fallout General Manager Christian Demarco steps out of the entrance. The fans pop loudly.

Wearing a pair of black pants and a green Fallout t-shirt, Christian DeMarco smirks as he brings a microphone up to his lips.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: HOLD UP! HOLD UP! Cut my music.

Christian quickly makes his way down to the ring.

TREY BOOKER: I wonder why he is out here.

Christian walks up the ring steps and enters in through the middle rope.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: HELLO, good gentleman. I honestly am happy to see you both standing in this ring tonight. Here to show off your talent. Here to provide entertainment to this BEAUTIFUL SAN FRANCISCO CROWD!!!

The fans explode at the cheap pop.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But I’m not here to waste anyone’s time as we have such a PACKED show ahead of us. From Draft Picks to Awards...this show is going to be stuffed until that Project: Honor logo pops up at the end.

Christian turns to Dex Griffin.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Mr. Griffin...you sir, are a hot commodity.. After I watched the destruction you caused at Unbreakable Resolution during my Purge Match...I knew I had to have you on the green brand. And that was before...um…

Christian nods towards Dex’s groin area.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Before I learned that maybe Kallie rode the wrong creature home that night.

The fans laugh as Dex awkwardly drops his eyes to the mat. Christian turns and looks at Drago.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And you, Mr. Santiago. Yes, you could have had a better night at Unbreakable Resolution...but honestly, I wanted you in my Purge Match too. There were others who wanted you to dabble in a more single-opponent environment. But I’ve heard about you. I’ve heard all the rumors and I know the thoughts inside your head make mine seem like soft clouds and catgirls. Which is why I had to snatch you up.

Drago Santiago arrogantly shakes his head, pleased with the pickup by Fallout.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now I couldn’t just let you both face off in some goody-two-shoes rule-filled wrestling slap fight. No, I want you two to pave the way for Fallout. I want you two to lay the groundwork.

Dex and Drago look at each other, shaking their heads in agreeance.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now if this was closer to Christmas, I had a few ideas in my head evolving sacks…

Christian shoots Dex a look.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But someone might have an unfair advantage.

The fans laugh.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Plus...Christmas is over with. So, I dug deep into the internet to look to see if there was a national holiday we could tamper with. But...all I got was National Bubble Bath Day. And again…

Christian looks at Dex again.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’ve heard bubble bath pictures might be too much into someone’s repertoire. So I didn’t want to give someone too unfair of an advantage. Even if God already did that for him.

The fans laugh again as Christian turns his attention to Drago.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: National English Toffee Day...National Winter Skin Relief Day...National Joygerm Day. I mean...come on! If this show was on Saturday the ninth, it’s National Static Electricity Day. I could have electrified the ropes. I could have so much FUN with that. YOU could have had so much fun with that.

Drago smiles devilishly, mouthing the word ‘yes’.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So with that...I am left to my own devices.

Christian raises his right hand and clicks his fingers. All at once, the lights go out.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And when I am left to my own devices...it creates something that a friend of mine likes to refer to on the regular. It creates...magic.

Christian can be heard snapping his fingers again. The lights pop on and suddenly we see multiple things are different. First off, Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis now sit at the announcer’s table instead of J.T. Price and Trey Booker. Next to them is Clara Olson, instead of Holly Perez.

Surrounding the ring are two tables on each side, each table glistening with an unknown substance. In the ring, each turnbuckle has a burlap bag tied to it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: This is now a Fallout rules type match. Just beat your opponent silly enough to get your three count. Consider this my ‘welcome to Fallout, make me proud’ moment. Oh...and one last thing…

Christian throws the microphone out of the ring and in one swift motion, removes his green t-shirt to reveal a ref shirt. Before Dex and Drago can fully grasp what is going on, Christian motions towards the announcers table.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO...well...the first ever Fallout match!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wouldn’t the Purge Match have been the first?

ALARA ADAMS: That was unofficial, this is official.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ah! Gotcha!

Both Dex and Drago instantly run and grab one of the burlap bags from the turnbuckles closest to them. Dex is the first to untie it from the turnbuckle and he quickly turns and turns it over, dumping its contents out onto the mat, In a flash, the mat begins to glisten and shine as a few thousand thumbtacks dump out onto the floor. A twisted smile crosses Christian’s lips.

ALARA ADAMS: OH, this just got a whole lot more interesting.

Drago sits there fighting with the knot on the sack he grabbed.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: WHO THE HELL IS DOUBLE KNOTTING THIS SHIT?!?!?

Dex runs over and grabs Drago from behind, lifting him into the air...coming down HARD with a duplex...ONTO THE TACKS!!! DRAGO IS FLOPPING AROUND LIKE A FISH.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Drago’s back looks like it is covered in scales, it’s so shiny!

Dex begins to work on the bag Drago was working on as Drago is quickly up to his feet, looking out to the crowd, trying to get used to the fact that his back now has a hard metal shell. Dex gets the bag open and turns it upside down to pour out about a thousand small legos.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh...dear...God…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: OH SHIT! Almost forgot.

Christian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a matchbook. While Dex is making sure his bag is empty, Christian lights a match and tosses the burning stick out onto the liquid on the tables.

Nothing happens.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Wait...what the hell?

Christian runs to the other side of the ring and strikes another match. The small stick lights up and Christian tosses it onto the liquid on the table...but nothing happens.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WHERE’S MY GODDAMN FIRE???

Meanwhile behind him, Dex tosses down the bag, finally getting all the legos out. He turns around only to catch a kick to the gut by Drago. Drago grabs him around the neck and turns him around...DDT INTO THE PILE OF LEGOS!!! DEX IS GRABBING HIS HEAD IN PAIN!!! Drago stands to his feet, still reacting to all the tacks in his back. He turns and looks at Christian, who has opened one of the bags himself. In his hand now, is a twisted tea can. Before Drago can react, Christian swings and smashes the can on his face, spraying the front few fans with twisted tea.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR BEGINNING...Fallout’s beginning.

Drago lay on the ground grabbing his face.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I will not have this. If Rock wants to limit the destruction we cause...then we will just have to save the good shit for when he is not around.

Dex stands to his feet, red welts all over his face. He looks up at Christian who is bent over and torso deep into the fourth bag. Dex looks at Drago who has blood pouring from his nose...but a wicked smile starting to cross his lips.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hey big guy…

Dex turns around to see Christian standing there, a green Purge mask on his face. Dex, remembering St. Elmo swings at Christian, but Christian ducks under the massive arm of Mr. Griffin. Christian reaches up behind him and grabs him in a full-Nelson. In one quick movement he jumps and hits Dex with a full-Nelson bomb.

ALARA ADAMS: CUT THE CORD!!!

Christian quickly gets to his feet as Drago gets to his feet as well.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: They want the first Fallout match to be chaos...we’ll give them chaos.

Christian and Drago look at each other.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: This is not the start to Fallout that I wanted. Pin this motherfucker and we can start anew on January twenty-eighth.

Drago drops down onto the laid-out Dex. Christian quickly drops down with a fast count.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Christian jumps to his feet, ripping off his Purge Mask. A look of disgust covers his face as he looks around as the minimal carnage that litters the ring and the unlit tables, covered in some inflammable liquid.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’ve been sabotaged...SABOTAGED!!! This will not be ignored.

Christian holds his hand and clicks his fingers, the lights going out again. After a few seconds, the lights come back on.

J.T. PRICE: What the hell just happened?

The tables are gone, the weapons in the ring are gone, and the Fallout announcing team has been replaced by the Proving Ground team. Drago stands in the ring, above Dex...his back still covered in tacks.

TREY BOOKER: ...magic…?





HOLLY PEREZ:The following is a Legacy Gauntlet contest, and is a Strap Match! Both competitors will be tied to one another with a leather str-

She’s interrupted by the referee stepping into the ring and saying something not detected by the microphone - but her sudden shock worn on her face speaks for itself.

HOLLY PEREZ: Erhm, both competitors will be bound at the wrist by a steel chain, and the winner is the first competitor to touch all four corners!

TREY BOOKER: I cannot wait! You hear time after time again before a big strap match the same dog and pony show, it’s the biggest competitor whose faced to win, blah blah, but it’s always the person most creatively willing to take that strap and use it as a weapon that walks out of the ring on their own accord!

J.T. PRICE: Yes, and… I couldn’t imagine two people more willing, or more capable, of doing exactly that. The resumes in this match look like entries into wrestling Hall of Fames, and I can promise this match is going to be a classic.

HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first - one half of the Project: Honor Tag Team champions, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 234 pounds, representing Legacy…. Shawn Warstein!

♫With all this bread, I need a bigger stomach
My name ring bells, so you can here me comin'
Made it all on my own, they ain't give me nothin'
And, I'm still standin' like a set of crutches♫

Championship gold in tow, Warstein steps onto the entrance ramp to so much booing and jeering one would expect a guillotine to be lingering nearby. Still, completely apathetic to the thunderous disapproval, Warstein walks past outstretched hands from fans and posters to slide into the ring and kick back comfortably in the ring corner while waiting for his opponent.

TREY BOOKER:: He’s the best, love him or hate him. He’s got his spot at the top of the Edge after it looked like there was a stranglehold at the peak, he’s got the tag gold in his hand, and he’s got the world of wrestling gasping for air around his fingertips. Three things in life are guaranteed: death, taxes, and Shawn FREAKING Warstein. Hell - the Legacy belts named after his tag team, so him cruising to the top only feels appropriate!

J.T. PRICE: ...I don’t think you can claim the word ‘legacy’ belongs to him and James Raven, but the words’ synonymous with both him and James Raven. They’ve left trails of fire behind the two trailblazers everywhere they’ve gone, and they’re only continuing the path in Project Honor. A match with few rules and opportunities to crush skulls is a match where Shawn Warstein is the favorite.

HOLLY PEREZ: Next, hailing from Garrison, New York by London, England; Standing 5’8’’ and weighing in at 135 lbs. “The British Raven” Elena Dedraca!

♫THE GLORY OF A NATION DIES
THE SYMBOL OF THIS WAR IS COMING
A WARNING MEANT TO SAVE OUR LIVES FROM
F.E.A.R.'S RELIGION♫

There are some cheers when the curtain is flung back and a dour, yet supremely confident Elena DeDraca makes her way onto the stage.

As the fog begins to clear and the lights pulsate in tune to the music, Elena looks to her left, and then to her right as she absorbs the general atmosphere she is receiving. The pale queen nods and she appears to smile while she makes her way down the ramp.

Several hands reach out for Elena's acknowledgment as she heads toward the ring, however she coldly ignores each and every one of them. Once at ringside, she leaps up onto the apron and there are some boo’s as she throws up a hand and points at the crowd, before she elegantly steps between the top and middle rope. She simply throws back her head and laughs at the referee's suggestion of a weapon check. As her theme music slowly fades out, Lady DeDraca throws up her taunt once more and then she confidently stares daggers into her opponent’s eyes

J.T. PRICE: She got her warm welcome into Project Honor with a surprise attack from Drago Santiago, and still she came out of their match as the winner. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the Godmother, the Raven, the woman who can take any part of her body and turn it into a weapon, Elena DeDraca!

TREY BOOKER:: In any other circumstance you’d say a match with hardcore implications would suit the person who is able to use weapons to even out size differences, but this one promises an uphill battle. If I had to choose anyone to believe could come away with a win with all odds against them, I’d have to put my money on the Godmother.

While the two competitors stand in the ring, Elena is the first willing to extend an arm to allow the referee to start securing the steel chain around her wrist and securing the lock at the loop. With a tug, the referee tests the security and the chain doesn’t falter! Squinting as the referee starts inching towards him, Shawn quickly snatches away the other end of the shackles, wrapping it around his wrist, latching on the lock, and boredly groaning out, ‘That wasn’t so hard, was it?’ as he shakes his hand in front of the referee’s face. At first the referee backs off but turns back around to the hand waved in his face and tugs the chain a tug… the lock, tied to only one piece of the chain, doesn’t secure a damn thing! Caught, Warstein sucks it up and leaves his arm extended for the referee to secure the chain himself, and with another tug, the shackles are secured and the referee calls for the bell to start the match!

TREY BOOKER: ...I don’t think the referee liked Shawn’s magic trick very much.

DINGDINGDING

It takes no time for the chain to start getting involved. Elena and Warstein circle around each other, til Warstein grabs at the bindings with both hands and tugs again and again, dragging Elena over to him. Another hard tug and she goes with his force, and uses it to put both boots to his chest with a basement dropkick! Two matching kicks to the chest keep him in place, til a wicked chop from Shawn lands like a thunderclap on her chest. Shawn starts wrapping around her back and hoisting her up for a belly-to-belly, but elbows to the back of the head never let him get a chance to slam her. The British Raven wraps around him with a headlock, dragging the steel chain across his face as she does so, until he shoves her to the ropes and whips her across the ring, loading up a back body drop as she rebounds off the ropes!

TREY BOOKER: These two didn’t waste a second before getting into the action!

J.T. PRICE:: She’s so agile! Shawn didn’t catch her!

Elena flips over his back, leaps onto the second rope, and takes to the skies with a springboard arm drag! Under the bottom rope, Shawn’s forced to clear the ring! Elena tries to leave the ring, but is so busy going onto offense that she forgets to go underneath the ropes like Shawn so the steel chain isn’t tied up. After correcting her mistake she stands on the ring apron like a Raven overlooking its prey, and she runs the length of the apron before taking flight! Diving dropkick! Warstein JUST manages to catch a glimpse of his imminent demise, and he YANKS on the chain connecting the two as hard as he can while stepping to the side. Elena just barely misses the mark, and despite somehow managing to land on her feet, crumbles onto the ground at ringside as her punishment, as the crowd absolutely gives it to Shawn.

TREY BOOKER: If winning the tag team championships over the Celestial Lovers wasn’t enough to put a mark on your back, then his absolutely blase attitude afterwards DEFINITELY didn’t get him any love.

J.T. PRICE:: When you’ve climbed the mountaintops he’s climbed, you don’t exactly have a lot of opportunities to look back, you just climb the next one! What do you want, an apology? A bouquet of roses?

Like the gentleman he is, Shawn shushes the crowd because to deafen them and allow them to REALLY listen along as he grabs a handful of the steel chain, throws it over his head like a lasso, and brings it CRCKING across Elena’s back! Hissing in pain, she throws a clubbing punch finding home in his midsection, and another crack of the chain across her back stops her from punching again!

More focused on the win than anything, Shawn props Elena up to try dragging her into the ring because the chain isn’t long enough for him to touch the corners without dragging her along. Despite the pain and bruises likely splattered across her back, Elena doesn’t go along without a fight. First, a few elbows to the nose make Shawn simply try hoisting Elena up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but her hands slamming down on his ears like she’s playing the cymbals ends that pursuit. Finally, an open palm snatches a handful of her hair, so he can whip her around and throw her under the bottom rope and into the ring. Elena has other plans - into the ring she goes, with a hand on the apron and another clinging onto the bottom rope - for a modified tiger feint kick across Warstein’s jaw! Even without a running start, the strike lands solidly enough to leave him slumping off the barricade, in perfect position for her to grab a handful of HIS hair and slide him into the ring.

On her way in the ring, Elena slaps her hand on a ring corner, to which the referee signals one, and starts walking across the ring to get another, but Shawn uses his weight to stop her from getting any further. She switches course and hits a running knee to the stomach of Warstein as the referee signals the pattern ending. A few punches and kicks drive Warsten back into the corner and she gets the most distance the chain allows before roaring into Shawn with a corner high knee! She adds a two piece biscuit and some fries by turning after the impact and comboing on an enziguiri as well! Her boot jacks Shawn’s jaw, and Shawn’s down! A hand grabs at the chain, and she brings the metal across HIS back for good measure!

J.T. PRICE:: Oh, how the turntables!

TREY BOOKER: I wonder if these two dislike one another. If only we had a sign of visible hatred. Oh well!

Having a handful of chains makes it clear that she can’t win from where she is - it isn’t long enough for her to carry his weight, even if she could, across all four corners while he’s sitting at a turnbuckle. Making the adjustment, she drags Warstein up into a proper stand so she can try getting him into a better position as she tries irish whipping him to the ropes, but Warstein’s weight lets him counter and toss her, instead! Rebounding back like a japanese bullet train, Elena ducks the back elbow! Surging off the ropes again, she avoids the clothesline, too! Warstein drops for the spinebuster, but Elena rolls over his back once again! This time, he’s scouted it! A hand grabs her by the back of her waistband as she tries to continue running and gaining power by rebounding off the ropes, to yank her back! Elena’s hands raise defensively, but there ain’t a thing she can do as both of Shawn’s knees land square in her upper back, his hands wrap around her neck, and her brings her into the proverbial spiked coffin by letting her fall spine-first across his knees with a back stabber! The British Raven’s left with a clipped wing, as she clutches her back in agony!

TREY BOOKER: There are some moves that no matter how many times you see them, they make you cringe every time. The backstabber is one of those moves. You’re at the mercy of your opponent, and no matter how you land, you wish they’d hit you with almost anything other than your own weight and gravity.

J.T. PRICE:: Elena’s reeling! I don’t think she realized what was happening until it happened!

Shawn rubs his jaw as he comes to a stand. Even through pain, Elena’s giving him a death stare, and a well-placed stomp to her stomach gives her something to be mad about! Then another stomp! Then another! Shawn drops onto her, a la, lou thesz pin, and brings hammerfist punches in bunches across her skull as she just manages to get her hands up to cover as best as she can manage. He only takes a breather as he wraps the chain around his hand, then picks up where he left off, laying into Elena!

J.T. PRICE:: This is about to get bloody, I can’t watch!

TREY BOOKER: I’ll watch enough for the both of us, no worries!

Warstein places a boot on her stomach as he stands and starts surveying the landscape and starts rearranging it in his favor. It starts with him moving to one ring corner and tapping the post in the most lackadaisical, uninterested matter he can. He takes his sweet time crossing the ring and starts noticing yanks and jolts from the other side of the chain in resistance - but he’s got about a buck more in weight than her, so he drags her like a child across the floor to the second ring post! He’s headed to the third ringpost as Elena runs interference with a desperate running forearm - and Shawn ducks underneath, locking his hands around her waist, and returning her to sender with a falling release german suplex! Still, the referee signals Shawn stopped, so the count is restarted, much to Shawn’s dismay! Still, he gets back to where he left off! One ringpost, two, and he gets a third! He’s crossing the ring like he’s walking in the park to hit the fourth post and get home early, when noticing the absolute roaring from the crowd, yelling at the top of their lungs in support of their Godmother.

The smirk looks like he’s amused, but not too amused. Shawn keeps pace, he reaches out and… he’s stopped in place! Shawn plants his base and charges forward, but again, no luck! He turns his head to see Elena DeDraca, clinging onto the ring ropes for dear life to keep him from dragging her along! The honeymoon is over - and Shawn rushes across the ring like he’s gonna carry the bride over the threshold, to win the match by scooping her up and touching all four corners, but Elena’s headbutt makes him drop her! Her leg sweep drops him on his front, and the ax kick to the back of the head plants him! Both fighters are hurt, but Shawn manages to throw a huge cross - Elena eats the punch, but raises her arms to intertangle with his swinging arm so she can start trying to twist the arm behind his back! The Pale Horse Kimura starts locking in! Shawn scrambles and goes into desperation mode, trying to draw himself back out of the hold, but she wraps her legs around his midsection! Shawn’s left screaming to the arm slowly getting twisted in unnatural ways, but determined on the only thing that matters: winning! He charges, and slams Elena’s back into a turnbuckle to break the submission! She doesn’t let go!!! His arm’s getting bent as if she’s going to make his hand touch his head in ways God never intended, but Shawn’s still up and going! Even if she didn’t break, he touches the ringpost! He carries her across the ring, to get a second ringpost! He’s in the center of the ring when Elena breaks the hold, recognizing what’s going on, and she rings his bell with the Lights Out! With the crowd exploding in excitement, she brushes her hair out of her eyes and stalks Warstein as he starts showing signs of life!

TREY BOOKER:: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

J.T. PRICE: We saw it at Unbreakable Resolution. I think we’re about to see the Flight of the Raven!

Not noticing exactly where you don’t want to be when facing Elena Dedraca, Warstein rises to hands and knees… and Elena rushes in for the kill, looking for her curbstomp! Warstein snaps up and grabs a handful of hair to send Elena flying over the ropes! He’s too busy wiping the dirt off his shoulders to notice Elena skinning the cat, and landing on the ring apron behind him! Warstein turns around to face his victim, but is instead met with a hundred and thirty five pounds of UK’s finest launching herself from the top rope with a tornado DDT! Still, his size gives him a huge advantage, as she tries to drop him on his head, but Warstein JUST BARELY MANAGES TO CATCH HIMSELF! HE HOISTS HER UP AND LETS HER GO, AND BURIES A SHORT KNEE ACROSS HER FACE! HE FOLLOWS UP WITH A STRAIGHT ELBOW THAT DAMN NEAR SHAKES THE RING! HE PUTS A EXTRA BIT OF MUSTARD INTO THE SPINNING BACK ELBOW, TO FINISH THE PPF COMBO, PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE! SHAWN LOOKS TO THE NEAREST RINGPOSTS BUT WAVES THE NOTION AWAY, HES FINISHING THIS NOW! HE LAYS IN WAIT AS ELENA’S IN PAIN, BUT STILL STIRRING, KICKING, AND TRYING TO GET BACK INTO THIS MATCH!

TREY BOOKER:: This one’s about to be over! The head that wears the crown is heavy, and the KING is about to show you why he’s the one wearing it!

J.T. PRICE: The entire arena’s begging for the opposite to happen! Listen to this crowd!

CROWD: ‘FUCK EM UP ELENA, FUCK EM UP!

HE POINTS A FINGERGUN TO THE BACK OF ELENA’S HEAD, AND PULLS THE TRIGGER! SHAWN COMES A RUNNING! HEAVY IS THE HEAD KICK AIMS AT THE BACK OF HER SKULL! EITHER BY FEELING THE FEET RUNNING AT HER ACROSS THE RING, SHEER FREAKING LUCK, OR EXHAUSTION, ELENA FALLS FORWARD A SECOND BEFORE GETTING HER BRAIN MATTER SPLATTERED ACROSS THE MAT BY HIS KICK! SHAWN FALLS FORWARD, HITTING NOTHING BUT NET! HE TRIES TO KEEP UP THE PACE, BUT GETS TRIPPED UP OVER THE STEEL CHAIN FALLING BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND LIKE A BIRD OF PREY, ELENA HITS WHEN THE MOMENT IS RIGHT! WHILE HE’S TIED UP, SHE LEAPS ONTO HIS BACK, WITH THE FIST OF THE HYDRA! SHE MODIFIES HER OCTOPUS HOLD, SO SHE’S BRINGING THE CHAIN CONNECTING THE TWO AROUND HIS THROAT AS SHE’S WRAPPED AROUND HIM AND WRENCHING AN ARM! WARSTEIN TRIES BUCKING AND THROWING HER OFF, BUT HER GRIP DOESN’T FALTER! WRAPPED AROUND SHAWN, SHE WRENCHES AND APPLIES TAKES AS MUCH SLACK AWAY FROM THE CHAIN TO CUT OFF HIS AIRFLOW AS SHE CAN!

J.T. PRICE: WHAT A MOVE TO USE THE CHAIN KEEPING HER ON DEFENSE THE ENTIRE MATCH! CHRIST ON SALE!

TREY BOOKER: DID SOMEONE FORGET TO GIVE HER THE MEMO THAT YANKING ON A LEASH IS CRUEL?!

ELENA YAAAANKS AND…

SHAWN STARTS TO FADE! FIRST TO A KNEE! THEN TO BOTH KNEES! SHAWN FALLS TO THE GROUND! HE DOESN’T SHOW MUCH LIFE, AND WITH A MIDDLE FINGER, SHAWN’S LEFT HORIZONTAL! Elena only breaks the hold once she’s certain she’s got this thing, and with Shawn in the center of the ring, Elena walks to the nearest ringpost! One! She gets a second! A third! Finally, a fourth! The referee calls for the bell!

DINGDINGDING!

HOLLY PEREZ: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via pinfall; The British Raven... Elena DeDraca!

J.T. PRICE: This was less like Raven from teen titans and more like Raven by Edgar Allen. Shawn maintained control of this match and came inches away, but the start of Elena DeDraca is one where she hits when it matters the most.

TREY BOOKER: He’s gonna’ have a chainprint tattooed across his throat for at least a week, yikes. Big props to Elena on getting to the next round and vying for the Legacy championship.

The referee frees Elena’s wrist so he can raise her hand as the crowd cheers on.










The camera cuts to the locker room of the Two Toned Mafia. Cecilia Ortiz looks up at Lucy Sixx, her fiancee and tag team partner.

Cecilia: Babe, what if they split us up?

Lucy ran her hand through Cecilia's hair. She smiled down at her.

Lucy: If they do, we will make sure they trade one of to be with each other. For now, we send a warning to any show WE get put on. Whether it is Proving Ground or Fallout. The Two Toned Mafia will rule the show. We don't care which show it is..."

Cecilia looks at the camera.

Cecilia: As long as we are... together! We can conquer anything and anyone. You have been warned.

The two women kiss and embrace as the scene cuts to our next match.



We head backstage where we find Kimberly Chase and her assistant, Mattie having a conversation with each other. Since it is the start of the new year both ladies are matching in gold with their dresses. The camera zooms in closer on them and audio picks up what they are saying.

MATTIE: “You looked great out there last week, but I gotta ask...how are you feeling currently?”

KIMBERLY CHASE: “I'm feeling like a million bucks over that win. I know there were people out there betting against me, but I proved all of them wrong. They can whine and cry all they want, however the decision is final and the better woman won.”

Kimberly grins and pats herself on the back, praising herself, which adds to her already inflated ego as Mattie looks on cheerfully.

MATTIE: “It was your moment to shine and that's definitely what you did, so what's next for you?”

KIMBERLY CHASE: “Well, as my reward for my victory I've decided to put a down payment on a new house, seven bedrooms, four baths. It's got all the accommodations for my liking. It's a must see.”

From across the room, a deep voice immediately turns you on the second you hear it.

??: Somebody hold the phone. What did you just say?

The stimulating voice happened to be Lil Petey running into the scene pretty quickly. He looked Kimberly up and down and went from one facial expression to the next faster than you could say, ‘drop your pants’. Petey has his eyebrows cocked and he’s slouched over as if to be seducing Kimberly.

LIL PETEY: Okay damn, ma. You in pain right now?

She rolls her eyes, not pleased with his lines he was feeding her.

KIMBERLY CHASE: “I am right now after witnessing you here. What the hell do you want, thirst boy?”

Petey licks his pinky and index fingers and then rubs them across his eyebrows.

LIL PETEY: Nah, you just fell from Heaven with ya cute ass, didn’t you?

KIMBERLY CHASE: “I know I'm cute, but I don't need a moron like you to tell me that. I've seen you all over social media trying to get Kasey's attention, but it's clearly not working for you, so what makes you think that'll change here? I rather saw my own leg off than have anything to do with you.”

She turns her head and says something to Mattie, which the camera didn't pick up on. Petey’s facial expressions nor his tone change.

LIL PETEY: You’re gonna play hard to get just like her, I see how this is going. Don’t you worry about Kasey, I’ll have her in the sack before you know it. As for you, without even knowing it, you basically summoned me with that fine ass body and the mention of Big Drip’s Hip House. What’s the deal, sweet thang?

KIMBERLY CHASE: “That is funny, but I clearly made no mention of Big Drip House. Clean your ears, poodle boy. In fact I wouldn't be caught dead stepping into that house. It probably is filled with roaches and hasn't seen a broom or mop in ages. I'm not going to put myself at risk.”

At this point, Petey is just simply confused. Is he getting hit on? Is this chick tryna steal his house? He scratches his head.

LIL PETEY: Where is this house you’re supposedly looking to buy at? I swear if you say where I think you’re gonna say…

She smirks at him and crosses her arms.

KIMBERLY CHASE: “It is 1500 N Go Fuck Yourself. If you are providing me with a championship opportunity, or something worthy, then you can keep talking. If not you are wasting my valuable time.”

LIL PETEY: Feisty… just how I like my women.

In that moment, Petey had an idea that would benefit both him and Kimberly.

LIL PETEY: I don’t know if you know… but I’m actually staff here in Project: Honor. It’s like my side hustle to my side hustle. I could get you the opportunity you’re looking for, but it comes at a price.

Kimberly raises her eyebrow, curiosity getting the best of her.

KIMBERLY CHASE: “...I'm afraid to even ask.”

LIL PETEY: Then don’t. Think about it and come back and see me if you really want an opportunity.

She looks down at her watch, then back at him.

KIMBERLY CHASE: “I thought about it and I'll pass. I ain't that desperate, but since you are here..”

She reaches into the pocket of his jeans and tries to search for cash, but pulls out fifty cents instead and looks it over, shaking her head.

KIMBERLY CHASE: “Cheap bastard.”

Petey looks at her up and down and just shakes his head in disappointment.

LIL PETEY: It always be the pretty ones. Your loss, sweet cheeks. Excuse me. I’m going to find the hot redhead. Maybe she’ll want to hear what the opportunity is.

In anger, she throws the change at him.

KIMBERLY CHASE: “Get lost!!”

By the time Kimberly said anything, Petey had already turned the corner in search of the redhead of his dreams. Kimberly starts to storm off and Mattie follows right behind.



"Release me"

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones, CW's resident, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.

"No remnants were ever found of it
Feeling the hot bile
With every fake smile
Though no evidence was ever found
It never went away completely"

Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.

HOLLY PEREZ: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!

"I try to hide from the unholy sound of it
Another day gone
Another night's dawn"

Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits .......... arrival.

The lights dim down as the slow synth intro of Blinding Lights begins as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with his back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over his eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on his face, raising his arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.

I been tryna call
I been on my own for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
I’m going through withdrawals
You don’t even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby

With his blonde locks hanging over his face. He then whips his head back, flipping his hair out of his face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on his feet near ringside!

I look around and Sin City’s cold and empty (oh)
No one’s around to judge me (oh)
I can’t see clearly when you’re gone

He climbs up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on his side with a hand on his hip. The other, taking off his mask to reveal his piercing blue eye contacts. He tosses it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting his head upward as if he’s looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above.

I said, ooh, I’m blinded by the lights
No, I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust
Hey, hey, hey!

He backflips off, back onto his feet while taking off his flamboyant coat and moving to his corner. The lights go back to normal as he checks his wrist tape. His charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as he paces back and forth, ready for action.

HOLLY PEREZ: And her opponent, MYOJIN!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Kat Jones rushes in with a hard clothesline, looking to deal MYOJIN even more head trauma but the slippery, younger athlete ducks under it, and goes on the defensive as Kat begins throwing wild strikes to his face. Eventually, MYO snatches her wrist and takes her over with an armdrag. He follows up with a dropkick to her face as Kat tries to get vertical. He then runs, and springs off the ropes with an elbow drop!

TREY BOOKER: MYOJIN coming out the gate like a house on fire!

J.T. PRICE:: No doubt the taste of defeat at the hands of Legacy still fresh on his mind, he isn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away!

With Kat favoring her sternum, MYO takes advantage and slides to the outside snatching a ladder and folding it. He slides it into the ring, under the bottom rope, taking a moment to turn to the crowd and blow a theatrical kiss, before leaping onto the apron, then springboarding over the top rope with another elbow drop onto the prone Kat Jones! The veteran Kat rolls to the outside, trying to catch her breath.

TREY BOOKER: MYOJIN is definitely hitting different tonight! IF you watch social media, you’d know there’s some friction between him and his partner. Hell, seems like there’s friction between him and every-damn-body!

J.T. PRICE: His fault for bein’ a prick!

MYO takes advantage, and begins to set up the ladder in the center of the ring. However Kat Jones, renowned for her toughness and grit slides in with a steel chair she had retrieved from under the ring! MYO turns just in time to get blasted with it! Kat stands over him, sneering as she drops the chair down and pulls MYO up looking to take control of the match for herself. She lifts MYO up and nails a snap vertical suplex right onto the chair!!

TREY BOOKER: Damn! My back hurts watchin that!

Kat gets to her feet at a relaxed pace, leering at MYO as he writhes in pain. She rubs her sternum once more before sauntering over to MYO and paying him a disrespectful kick to the side of the head. She then turns to the set up ladder, and walks to it. Deciding for punishment over a quick glory, she pushes the ladder over. It clatters loudly, the legs snapping shut. Kat snatches My by his arm and begins to drag him to the ladder.

J.T. PRICE: This might just be a preview of the sick shit you’ll see on Fallout!!

She lifts it, setting MYO’s arm in it and goes to bounce off the second rope and stomp on the ladder, but MYO moves! He springs up and nails Kat with a bulldog onto the ladder!! MYO then waits for her to get up, yelling at her to do so the whole time! Kat gets to her feet wobbly, only to turn into a superkick by MYO! She falls back into the ropes, bounces off, and stumbles into another superkick! Kay goes into the ropes and nearly over this time! MYO charges forward and clotheslines her out of the ring!

J.T. PRICE: and Kat Jones is sent to the outside!

TREY BOOKER: MYOJIN showing all of project honor that he got a vicious streak tonight! That wasn’t a one off that sent Colton packin’!

Conventional wisdom would have told MYOJIN to climb the ladder, secure his spot in the Legacy chamber but MYOJIN is anything but conventional! He picks the ladder up, weighing it as he waits for Kat to pull herself up! He tosses it over the top rope at her, Kat manages to catch it! She smirks, lowering the ladder to mock MYO only to have the ladder be driven into her as MYOJIN comes flying over the top rope with a springboard senton!!

TREY BOOKER: HOLY SHIT!!

Kat eats the ladder and bumps her head on the floor outside hard, MYO yells in pain and arches his back after the impact. He rolls around on the floor, wincing as the fans go nuts at the athletic daredevil display by the young, enigmatic superstar! The ref slides out of the ring, first going to check on Kat who seems completely out of it! He moves over to MYO who swats the official away as he snatches onto the apron and begins tugging himself to his feet!

J.T. PRICE: Good god, how is he still movin? How is she still breathin? HOW?!

TREY BOOKER: I don’t even know! We might need a doctor out here!

MYOJIN will not be denied! Not anymore! He pulls himself up onto the apron, leaning onto the ropes still wincing and grimacing. He turns around to find Kat, the tough vet that she is, has started getting up. He looks almost insulted by her tenacity, and leaps upon the second rope before springboarding to Kat! But she catches him, and drives MYO through the announce table!! MYO lays motionless as the ref just clutches the side of his head, having lost all control!

J.T. PRICE: WELL FUCK!

TREY BOOKER: MY GATORADE!!

Kat lifts the ladder and slides it in under the bottom rope, rolling in after it. She lay still on the mat for a moment, still in immense pain. On the outside, MYO has decided that today was not the day he dies! He begins struggling to his feet as Kat gets to her own, and begins setting the ladder up! She positions it, steadies it and begins climbing just as MYOJIN has gotten to his feet, leaning heavily on the barrier!

TREY BOOKER: Get movin kid, your chance is slippin away!!

Kat has almost reached the top! MYO sees this and with a burst of adrenaline, he rushes into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope! He climbs the same side of the ladder Kat is one! She tries kicking him away but MYO won’t be denied! He climbs up directly behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and taking her off the ladder with a thunderous german suplex! Kat goes limp on the mat, MYO has managed to stay on the ladder, having wedged his boots in between the steps and clamping the ladder with his knees!

J.T. PRICE: Holy fuck.

TREY BOOKER: MEDIC!! Oh..holy shit! MYO’s grabbing the contract!!

MYOJIN stares down at Kat as the referee signals for medical help before he climbs the rest of the way, snatching the clipboard with the contract for the Legacy Chamber match, and signs his name upon it!

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner and advancing to the Legacy Chamber Match at The Crowning… MYOJIN!!!














“Drafting. How arbitrary.”

Euan Hill, still silent, sits in the same destroyed chair he previously had in hand for his match at Unbreakable Resolution. Aurora Ray, dressed to the nines, rests her hands on Euan’s shoulders.

“It truly is a shame that the two of us will have to leave one home and go to another...or perhaps remain, but lose many of the greats that we held so near and dear. So much flesh wasted, sent somewhere else. So many bones we simply cannot crush.

True shame.”

Euan doesn’t react as Aurora pulls back to her feet. She takes a few steps behind him and runs her hands on his shoulders.

“But with every change comes more opportunity, more golden glimmer to catch our eyes. Truth be told, it doesn’t matter where we’ve ended up. It doesn’t matter if we never set eyes upon some of the ne’er-do-wells that have caused us such trouble at the outset of our career here-eventually, we will move on. We will find something greater. We will find our path forward.

One place or another...we will find ground to land upon.”

Aurora smiles.

“What more can I say? Toodle for now, and we’ll see all of you very, very soon.”

The screen fills with static, and when it returns, both Aurora and Euan are gone.


Scene opens with a dark room with calm music. Scene becomes brighter with candles all around a figure that is kneeling in the middle of the ring. The person is cover in a hood as it appears to be meditating. The camera spins around the figure as the camera comes around the front. The camera fades out for a few minutes….

Comes back on as the flames of the candles fades and we see the figure with long black hair, luscious lips with a dark red lipstick. The person grabs the hood and pulls back slow… revealing a beautiful woman with blue eyes…This is The Huntress…This is The Queen of Strong Style…. This is Amber Payne…

Amber Payne: “Hello Project Honor… I am Amber Payne. If you do not know who I am, you might need to look that up. I am a multi crown champion. I have held titles in many companies. I have travel all over the world: Europe, Mexico, South America, Japan, and Australia. I am a woman with many talents…many skills. I have been in many tournaments, many main event matches…I even help built divisions for companies. I am one of the best woman wrestlers out there. My goal…my destiny is greater. Project Honor is another place to cement my legacy, to show just why I am the best. I am willing to put my body on the line, break a bone, bleed to become the greatest. As Project Honor is during a draft, it doesn’t matter to me which brand I will be drafted to. Once I get pick, I will pick my target…. I will see where fate will take me, and I will see my Destiny be fulfilled…. See you soon….

Amber blows out a candle as the rest of the candles go out. The room gets pitch black as the scene ends…


Hours before this big night that Project: Honor has planned with this “Draft Show”, Zack Tyler arrives at Oracle Park in San Francisco, California. Of course being the new guy, he’ll probably be initiated in like a fraternity or something juvenile but doing his research before this night, he was impressed. It was more put together than the last place he was at. But not wanting to waste any time, his first goal was to find someone to get his name out. So he sought out a cameraman, he might’ve been some college kid doing intern work or something, but he had a “STAFF” shirt on and a camera. So what was left? The Interview. After a spot was found away from potential background noise, Zack had this to say.

That spot was found among an empty section of the park where only near them was an empty trash can. The idea is for the cameraman to use a Black and White filter to record while Zack speaks. The trash can would be burning as if he was warming his hands over the fire. As the camera begins to record, the crackling of the fire is heard as the camera fades up from a Black screen.

[On-Air]

Zack, rubbing his hands together as if cold but in actuality is anxious, speaks.

ZACK TYLER: Oracle Park, such a fitting place. Oracles are supposed to see the future but do you think they imagined this? See, as a young boy, I knew there was a place for me out there. I searched all over and where did my mission end me up at? Here at Project Honor. Now that I’m here, what is there next to do? Introduce yourself? Make your presence felt? Or how about stake claim? Seeing that I’m here on a night where as a draft is taking place, why don’t I just do all that tonight? My name is Zack Tyler and I’ll let you take in the unknown for now and let you dwell on that. You look at me and think that who is this guy with fair skin and wearing sunglasses, looking like he just stepped off of a plane from The Bahamas. Why? Because I did. See, that’s where I was when I heard that this night was happening and I knew I had to be a part of it.

ZACK TYLER: I heard that Project Honor was the place to be and I wanted to be a part of that. So tonight, with my pick, know that you’re going to get something that is very different from what you’re looking at now. It's Fallout? I can play that game, too. See, what you’re going to learn is that wherever I am, I adapt. This look in front of you, don’t let it fool you because behind these sunglasses waits a fire begging to be unleashed. I came to Project Honor and now it’s up to you who decides the fate of-

Zack holds out both hands.

ZACK TYLER: -Proving Ground over here or [he turns his head looking at his other hand] Fallout. Choose wisely because the fate of everyone depends on it.

As a devilish grin comes across Zack’s face, the camera’s feed begins to static as a strange logo flashes through the camera fuzz. A Red palm print of a Left hand enclosed in a Red circle is seen as the sound of Zack laughing is soon heard.


The view shifts backstage to show a man who may be unfamiliar to some in Project: Honor's locker room. His hair is silver and so is the neatly trimmed beard that covers the lower portion of his face. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of amber-tinted aviator glasses, but he tips his head and draws them down his nose slowly. The brown eyes behind them are warm, a twinkle of good humour in their depths matching the smile on his lips. There's just a hint of a Scottish accent that colours his words, making that friendly tone as pleasantly welcome as buttercream frosting melting over a warm cinnamon roll on a cool winter's morn.

BRUCE MCLEOD: Hello, lovelies. Some of ye may know me. Others... your time'll come soon enough. Name's Bruce. Bruce McLeod.

The man known to some as Wrestle Da leans back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest and making the material of the purple ODIN t-shirt he has on strain against his muscles.

BRUCE MCLEOD: Finally made it. Better late than never, aye? Better late than pregnant although some might say I tarried a little too long, may as well have taken time tae spawn something else. Lollygagged when I should've been quick tae follow suit – scavengers of a feather flock together. Ach, well... took me a while tae make it here on account of some rose-tinted lenses and a disastrous wrong turn around Albuquerque.

He flashes a bitter smile, sucking his teeth for a moment.

BRUCE MCLEOD: But, that's neither here nor there – 2020 was a strange year for almost all of us, aye? Perilous. Precarious. Fuckin' pernicious, even. More than happy tae leave it behind, demons and all. Salt the earth and burn it so there's no coming back. Goan now. Begone wit' ye.

Those well-muscled shoulders twitch in an idle shrug.

BRUCE MCLEOD: Ach, see. This... this whole thing here's tricksy. Double shot in my first appearance coupled with the acceptance of my path here. Destiny awaits and this fella's tickled pink tae start fresh in a place filled with some of the best in the business. Thrilled tae be in a place where sense and reason prevail but I've always made a point in looking forward, never backward. We won't dwell on the things that other places couldn't get right. Let's focus instead on the history that's already been made here, the bars that have been set and those slates that are still blank. A new challenger has arrived and he's rarin' tae go. He's hungry for the lion's share, ready tae cross a few names off the ol' bucket list. Been adding a few more over the course of the night, too. Must amend now, mind. Now that I know where I'm headed.

He pulls a small notepad from his back pocket, flashing it towards the camera although it's far too quickly for any of the names written in his chicken-scratch to be legible. The page is half-full, though. So that's saying something.

BRUCE MCLEOD: Here's tae 2021 and a new season of Project: Honor. Tae new opportunities. Fresh faces. New friends. New challenges. New foes.

He chuckles and winks before pushing his glasses back into place.

BRUCE MCLEOD: Oh, aye, lovelies... lookin' forward tae that most of all.

Smirking at the ambiguity of that last thought, the silver-haired Scot pushes off the wall and moves off down the hall, tucking that little notepad back into his pocket as he goes.


The fans of proving Ground are cheering pretty loudly at the announcement from the General Manager the lone Outlaw of Project: Honor will be a part of the original brand, the ones some call the superior brand. John Nash Strader stands with his niece backstage looking at the monitor. He runs his hand through his newly cut short hair as the sneer on his face shows he isn’t all that happy, but when is he ever?

VNS: Proving Ground... I thought you talked to Christian about drafting you? Us?

JNS: I did, well I don’t give a fuck who drafted me if it wasn’t Demarco. Fuck this, we are out of here kid.

The younger Strader just nods at her uncle as he pulls out a manilla envelope. He opens the top and pulls out the contracts belonging to him and Victoria. The FX camera catches him ripping them up as the fans boo.

TREY BOOKER: Did Strader just end his tour of duty in Project: Honor?!

J.T. PRICE: I think so... You would think he would be happy to stay here on this show possibly getting another shot at Indy Darling.

TREY BOOKER: Judging by his social media he has moved on from the X-Factor champion, and I guess moving on from the company.

John stuff the papers back in the envelope as he and Vic grab their gear and head out of the locker room area. The Proving Ground General manager Calum and the PH Chairman Rock Johnson are talking to each other as the pair of Strader’s walk up to them.

CALLUM WALKER: John! Welcome to the Provin- - -

John hands Callum and Rock the envelope with the pair of ripped up contracts.

JNS: Proving Ground? Are you fucking serious? You have one outlaw left in Project Honor and the smart idea is to keep me bottled up on a brand I can’t be my goddamned self? We don’t need this shit, you can shove these contracts up your asses. One for each of you. Fucking pricks.

Victoria just shrugs at a shocked Callum and Rock as she catches up behind her uncle with the two men looking at the one percenter like he’s gone crazy. She catches up to him quickly and we can all see he’s livid.

VNS: So this is how it ends?

JNS: Yes, we are not going to be on a brand that stifles who the fuck we are. Fuck’em all.

VNS: Ok, fuck’em all.

The fans boos suddenly turn to cheers as Arik Holt appears of thin air almost at the exit John and Victoria are heading towards. Arik holds up his hands signaling them to wait.

JNS: What is it, Holt? We got a plane to catch.

Arik holds up his index finger, before stepping off camera. He reappears, pulling a white board into view. Victoria looks around with a confused look.

VNS: Where did that come from?!

Arik writes 'From my house' on the board.

JNS: That doesn’t even make sense!

Arik smiles and spins the board around, revealing the words 'behind you' on the other side of the board.

John and Victoria turn around to see the man formerly known as Caliban, Christian Demarco, the General Manager of Fallout. John smiles at his one time partner and shakes his hand but his eagerness to get out of the arena very evident.

JNS: What can I do for you, Christian? The kid and I have a plane to catch.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: John I am sorry I didn’t draft you before Callum did, I really thought I was going to get you. But they told me you were untouchable.

JNS: No hard feelings, Christian. Take care of yourself.

John turns around to see Arik spin his white board around, to reveal a sentence that is in big letters and underlined: 'WAIT THERE’S MORE'

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: He’s right John! I asked Rock not to hold you in breach of contract but there’s only one way that can happen...

JNS: Not that I care if he wants to hold me in breach or not, but how do you suggest I do that?

Christian reaches behind himself and pulls out a stack of papers that are rolled up from his back pocket.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Here take a look at these and I am sure you will understand.

The commentators aren’t quite sure what is going on.

TREY BOOKER: What do you think he handed them?

J.T. PRICE: Well if John Nash Strader who almost murdered Indy and vice versa just a couple weeks ago was suddenly a free agent I think I am even smart enough to try and coax him to your brand.

TREY BOOKER: Plus it wouldn’t be poaching from the other brand if he’s no longer employed.

J.T. PRICE: At least we know we will be the smarter commentary team!

John takes the papers and hands half to his niece.

JNS: That’s a interesting proposition...

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Let’s go to my office and we can look over everything. You did the courtesy of shooting straight with me and not screwing me over when we teamed up against the X-Factor and former Warrior Rising champions, I would like to extend the same in return.

John turns back to Arik, eyes wide, and points to the whiteboard: 'OF?'

John starts to laugh as he shakes his head walking away with Christian and three people in Purge masks that appear like fucking ninjas. Victoria leans in towards Arik whispering in his ear.

VNS: Get me Dex and Lulu’s?

Arik nods hastily to the delight of the Project: Honor fans and the little thirst trap in Victoria Strader.

It’s been a hell of a draft so far with Mark Hunter and Matthew Knox going to FX to represent Proving Ground and AMC to represent Fallout (Bethesda will find you), respectively! It was just like in Ghostbusters when Dr Venkman was describing the apocalypse with “Cats and dogs living together.... MASS HYSTERIA”. And it was. The fans were lit like the quiet girl who never partied but suddenly downed a bottle of Hennessy like it was cough syrup and was letting loose. Things pick up even more the closer it gets to the champion versus champion versus champion. The titantron lights up in the office of the Fallout General Manager, Christian Demarco, where he sits with the four Purge masks hanging on the wall behind him. John watches them all.

JNS: It’s unsettling. It's like they are staring into my soul...

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Don’t worry about them for now. So, everything looks good to you?

John and Vic both nod as the GM hands both a pen. John scribbles his signature ‘John Hank Williams Strader’ and Vic signs hers 'Victoria Marie Strader’. They slide the documents back to Christian.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And with that, welcome to the brand of the century: Fallout!

John and Victoria stand up, and each shake his hand. John grabs hold of his dufflebag slinging it over his shoulder as Vic uses a wheeled suitcase.

JNS: Well Christian, we got a flight to catch but lets go make some fucking history!

TREY BOOKER: Can’t say I am not dissapointed. Strader is a hell of a talent!

J.T. PRICE: Which is why Christian targeted him immediately when he gave those ripped up contracts to Mr. Johnson and Callum Walker.

The fans are mixed in their feelings as half boo and the other half cheer.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Welcome to Fallout, John and Victoria.

VNS: Thanks Mr. Demarco, we won’t let you down!

The Strader’s sneer that infamous family trademark with a mix of jeering and cheering.


DING! DING!

J.T. PRICE: Here we go! Champions Showcase! The Warrior Rising Champion TJ Thompson of Big Drip Productions, the X-Factor Champion Indy Darling, and Grand Champion Dickie Watson of The Commonwealth! Three men who've set themselves in stone at Unbreakable Resolution and now will clash in our first Main Event of 2021 and the new season!

Upon hearing the bell ring, neither man looks to make a move as they all stare at one another. All three men in a very serious mode here, even TJ Thompson- who's known for his antics and foolishness- is just waiting and calculating what his first move will be. Before either men could leap into the action, the Grand Champion rolls out of the ring and leaves both Thompson and Darling in the ring, Dickie makes an attempt to get the crowd going for both men inside the ring to brawl it out, but both men inside the ring look to one another, and then nodding their heads as Indy rebounds off of the ropes, diving through with the middle ropes with the Cannonball! Indy takes the Grand Champion out as now he begins to pump up the crowd here in San Francisco, but it doesn't take long as even Thompson is rebounding off of the ropes- Slingshot Senton to the outside goes the Warrior Rising Champion and he takes the X-Factor Champion down! Dickie now with the boot to the face of Thompson as he climbs onto the apron, springing onto the ropes and DIVES with the No Handed Springboard Moonsault! The San Francisco crowd is ecstatic as Dickie Watson shakes the barricade and fires up the crowd early on!

TREY BOOKER: Huge dives to kick things off in our main event! These champions are not going to go down without a fight and they surely won't let anyone take the easy route in this match!

Watson grabs a hold of Thompson and throws him inside of the ring, but doesn't slide in yet as he grabs a hold of Indy and throws him back-first into the barricade, Watson then climbs onto the ring apron, looking for more aerial moves. The Grand Champion spots Thompson slowly getting to his feet and once he does, Watson leaps onto the ropes and soars through the air but he's taken down with the dropkick by Thompson! Watson stumbles back into the ropes before shaking off the dropkick and charging into Thompson but he catches him with the Arm Drag onto the ropes, Thompson keeps a hold on Watson with his legs hanging on the ropes- Rope Hung Backstabber! Thompson makes sure both knees are driven right into the spine of Dickie Watson with that Backstabber as he picks up The Molotov and drops him back down with the Running Sit Out Powerbomb, directly in the center of the ring as he keeps the legs hooked and the shoulders are down.

ONE!
TW-

Indy with the dropkick on Thompson to break up the pin but as Thompson falls back, Dickie is able to lift himself up and hooks the legs as Thompson's shoulders are down for the count!

ONE!
TW-

Indy rebounds off of the ropes and lands a Canadian Destroyer on Watson! Indy is now the only man standing as the crowd cheer on for Everyone's Favorite!

CROWD: INDY! INDY! INDY! INDY!

Indy looks around him and towards the crowd, seeing them stand up and cheer him on in a standing ovation as he reaches his hands up and slips them back down, into his pockets, making the crowd erupt.

J.T. PRICE: LISTEN TO THAT OVATION!

TREY BOOKER: It is THUNDEROUS inside of Oracle Park!

J.T. PRICE: All three of these men are looking to make sure they begin their 2021 off with a bang and standing above them all is Indy Darling, just soaking it all in!

Indy was soaking it all in, taking in the crowd’s loud reactions as he brings Dickie Watson back to his feet and as soon as he does, the Grand Champion fires back with some serious forearm smashes to the face, not taking any prisoners at all with Indy- Indy soon follows up with some forearm smashes of his own before going for the Roaring Elbow, quickly stopped by a Boot to the face from Watson and then a Roundhouse Kick to the side of Indy’s head that rocks the X-Factor Champion but he soars through the air with the Superman Punch! The Grand Champion is rocked but he twists his body around, landing a beautiful Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick as he goes behind and delivers a Tiger Suplex with the bridge but Thompson was there to stomp out the pin, as he falls back onto the ropes and rebounds with the Penalty Kick across the chest of The Molotov and then a Double Stomp into the abdomen!

TREY BOOKER: TJ has everything scouted perfectly here as he knows he cannot mess anything up here if he wants to prove himself against the best of the best, and just imagine what that’ll be like if he uses that publicity for Big Drip Productions- we’ll never hear the end of it!

J.T. PRICE: Of course not and that’s what everyone loves about Big Drip Productions, even Yung Sauce’s new album that just hit one million listeners within the last hour! Can you believe that!?

Thompson picks up Watson and throws him out of the ring, over the ropes as The Molotov crashes to the floor and leaves Thompson and Indy to themselves, as they meet in the middle and throw down the forearm strikes, they throw in the punches, they’re throwing everything and the kitchen sink at one another now as Thompson looks to be gaining the advantage here with his strikes but Indy finds a second wind and hammers away at the Big Drip Champ. Indy quickly changes positions and goes behind Thompson, looking to land the German Suplex but Thompson is able to power through and break free from the clutches of Indy. Thompson with the Superkick onto the jaw and then a Pump Kick onto the jaw and a Step Up Enzuigiri knocks down Everyone’s Favourite onto the ropes but Dickie Watson slides back into the ring- MOLOTOV COCKTAIL! THE TIGER FEINT KICK TO INDY DARLING AND THOMPSON PICKS HIM UP… THE AIRPLANE SPIN AND THOMPSON USES INDY’S LEGS TO HIT DICKIE!

TREY BOOKER: WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVOURITE ROCKET SHIP…

J.T. PRICE: ZOOMING THROOOOUGH THE SKY! Thompson looks extremely dizzy after all of that spinning! DEATH VALLEY POWERBOMB!

Thompson thought for the Running Death Valley Driver but he changes his mind and hits the Sit-Out Powerbomb from the Fireman’s Carry position, Thompson keeps the legs hooked for the pinfall…

ONE!
TWO!!
THR--

TREY BOOKER: A-FUCKING-DRENALINE! OH MY GOD!

DICKIE WATSON COMES SOARING THROUGH THE AIR WITH THE PHOENIX SPLASH DOWN ONTO INDY DARLING AND JUMPS BACK INTO THE AIR UPON IMPACT, ROLLING AWAY AS HE WINCES IN PAIN! AND THOMPSON! HE’S GOTTEN UP TO HIS FEET AND HE’S GOT THE BOSTON CRAB LOCKED IN! HE’S BEGGING FOR INDY, HE’S TELLING HIM TO TAP!

TJ THOMPSON: PLEASE TAP! PLEASE TAP!

Dickie Watson springs back to his feet and lands a Bicycle Kick to the head of Thompson to break the submission hold and he’s stomping out Thompson to make sure that he’s going to get his win and stand tall as the face of Project Honor. Watson turns around and then begins to stomp down Indy, after taking the Phoenix Splash and continuing to target the abdomen. Watson drags Indy to the near corner of the ring and begins to climb up to the top rope, looking for another Adrenaline- Indy springs up to his feet and lands a forearm to the back of Dickie as Indy climbs to the second rope and looks to throw Dickie Watson down to the mat from the second rope, he’s looking for a German Suplex but Thompson comes back into the match and is underneath Indy as he lifts them up from the ropes- POWERBOMB AND GERMAN SUPLEX! EVERYONE’S DOWN AND OUT! THOMPSON SCRAMBLES OVER TO WATSON!

ONE!
TWO!!
THR--

J.T. PRICE: WATSON KICKS OUT! The Grand Champion continues to have some fight in him!

TREY BOOKER: He’s always going to have some fight in him! He’s always going to have some fight that’ll keep him in this match!

Thompson stands tall over everyone and seeking to find a way for the easy win, picking up Watson and looking for the Running Death Valley Driver onto the Grand Champion but begins to start up the Airplane Spin but Indy inadvisably catches Watson with Everyone’s Favourite Kick! Thompson stops the spinning and drops Watson with the Hip Train! BUT INDY THROWS THOMPSON OUT OF THE RING! HE’S GOING UP TO THE TOP! CLIVE’S DIVE! THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS RIGHT DOWN ONTO WATSON AND HE’S GOT THE LEGS HOOKED!

ONE!
TW-

THOMPSON PULLS INDY OUT OF THE RING AND THROWS HIM INTO THE RING POST! THOMPSON SLIDES INTO THE RING AND GOES FOR THE PIN- DICKIE GRABS THOMPSON WITH THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE! DICKIE GRABS THE HEAD AND IS CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF THOMPSON! DICKIE DOESN’T EVEN CARE ANYMORE, HE’S GOING TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE PLEASES IN ORDER TO WIN BUT THOMPSON IS ABLE TO GET TO HIS FEET, HE’S STANDING AT A VERTICAL BASE AND INDY IS BACK IN THE RING-- SPRINGBOARD CUTTER ONTO DICKIE! KNOCKING THOMPSON DOWN TO THE MAT AND INDY ROLLS OVER INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER! THE DRAGON SLEEPER IS APPLIED AND DICKIE STILL HAS THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE!

CROWD: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Dickie releases the Guillotine Choke on Thompson and now Indy Darling has the Dragon Sleeper fully applied on Watson, bringing him to his feet and tightening the hold on Watson who’s pushing him against the ropes and holding Indy back, Thompson is somewhat back into this match and shakes off the effects of being in the Guillotine Choke for such a long enough time, he sees Indy Darling held back against the ropes and charges in- CROSSBODY SENDS ALL THREE MEN OVER THE ROPES! Dickie lands on the apron and looks down below to both men as they rise to their feet- ARABIAN PRESS MOONSAULT! WATSON PICKS UP INDY AND THROWS HIM INTO THE RING BEFORE ENTERING HIMSELF AS INDY CRAWLS TO THE ROPES BUT HE DOESN’T MAKE IT AS WATSON DRIVES HIS FOOT DOWN WITH THE CURB STOMP! A LA FINNLENA! DICKIE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-

CRUCIFIX PIN COUNTER BY INDY! THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

J.T. PRICE: NO! NO! NO! THOMPSON BROKE UP THE PIN! THOMPSON BROKE UP THE PIN AND WE’RE AT A STANDOFF ONCE AGAIN! THESE THREE MEN ARE PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE LINE TO WIN THIS MATCH!

TREY BOOKER: This match is SO UNPREDICTABLE! This match is doing so much for these three men, they’re proving why they’re the best of Proving Grounds!

J.T. PRICE: There’s no S!

TREY BOOKER: I’ve been listening to too much Yung Sauce.

All three men slowly bring themselves onto their feet, standing in their own separate corners as if it's the beginning of the match as they meet in the middle of the ring and are bashing heads against one another, standing nose to nose to nose, and then begins to throw down in a full-scale donnybrook! They're throwing haymakers against one another and Indy is taking a serious beating by being teamed up against Thompson and Watson before both men could come to blows with one another.

J.T. PRICE: Throw down in San Francisco!

TREY BOOKER: Can you see how much this win means to them? This means everything for them!

Watson swings a kick and Thompson squats down to dodge the kick, but a Pump Kick knocks Thompson back against the ropes but he's grabbed from behind by a Indy Darling and slams Thompson down onto the ring apron as it leaves Indy and Dickie alone in the ring as they trade kicks to the chest, both men getting fired up as they take a kick over and over and over again until Dickie goes to town with the kicks to the chest, backing Indy into the corner as Thompson slides back in and pulls Watson away, throwing the fists to the Grand Champion.

CROWD: DICKIE! DICKIE! DICKIE!

CROWD: TJ! TJ! TJ!

CROWD: INDY! INDY! INDY!

Dickie pushes Thompson to the ropes as he rebounds but Thompson is able to twist it around for the Sling Blade! For Your Own Good! Thompson is then quickly caught with the Everyone's Favorite Kick by Indy as he tries to lock in the Anaconda Vice, looking to bring Thompson down to the mat but Thompson goes under the arm of Indy and spins him around, but Dickie looks to attempt something but he's hit with the legs of Indy as Thompson spins him into-- INDY HITS THE CANADIAN DESTROYER! AND THOMPSON IS SPIKED INTO THE MAT WITH THE DESTROYER! THOMPSON ROLLS ONTO HIS FEET AND INDY PICKS UP THOMPSON FOR EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE DRIVER! THE MICHINOKU DRIVER SPIKES THOMPSON! INDY GOES UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND LEAPS... CLIVE'S DIVE! CLIVE'S DIVE! CLIVE'S DIVE! THE HOOK OF THE LEGS!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

TREY BOOKER: INDY GOT IT!

DING! DING! DING!

"Just Like You" by Falling in Reverse plays through the speakers as Indy Darling rolls out of the ring and Dickie Watson looks out to Indy walking away with his hand raises up high in victory.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner, the Project Honor X-Factor Champion... INDYYYY DARRRLIIIIINGGGG!!!

Indy runs up the ramp and is handed his championship, holding his championship up high as Dickie Watson rolls out of the ring, being given his championship and continuing to stare up at Indy. But with Watson's back turned, a masked man enters the ring and begins to stomp down on Thompson, beating him down before picking him up and dropping him down to the mat with a Brainbuster. Watson slides into the ring and chases the masked man away and into the crowd.

















The crowd erupts to a chorus of cheers as "Kingslayer" blasts through the PA System, all of the house lights within Oracle Park turn to a shade of purple and gold and the arrival of The King confirms it all. Maverick makes his way through the entrance curtain, a large smile on his face and dressed in his finest Italian designer three-piece suit, as he makes his way down to the ring with a microphone in hand. The King climbs onto the ring apron, brushing his feet along the apron before entering the ring and standing directly in the center. The King looks around the arena, swirling the microphone in his hand as the music fades out and the arena is left to the sounds of the loud cheering for Maverick.

MAVERICK: So this is Project Honor, huh? This is what Project Honor brings to the table? A lot of you speculated it with my appearance at Unbreakable Resolution but at that time, I was just a bystander through it all. I was just an observer but as of right now?

The King would then point to the titantron, showing the graphic.

MAVERICK: You see what that says. You see what the tron reads. I am now an official member of Project Honor and I am an official member of Fallout. The question that I am sure a lot of you are asking now is simple. What am I actually doing here? What am I doing in Project Honor? Unlike some of the people here, I didn't come to collect fights and make the cash. I've got that. I love facing new competition because that's what I do on a regular basis. I came here to collect and collect I will. There are championships to be collected and everyone's eyeing out for them all.

Maverick sighed, brushing his hair back.

MAVERICK: And although I might have come acting like the top of the class, the peak of the food chain, in reality, I pose no threat to those who think I am. I just came here to enjoy myself, I came here to really project the man I truly am in Project Honor. Then again, that doesn't mean I won't be eyeing up on those championships. The Legacy Championship. The Prime Championship. The Noble Championship. The Ascension Championship. Doesn't fucking matter. I've come to collect them all. But, we've got to start somewhere big. We've got to make the headlines now, don't we? Legacy Gauntlet. Don't be surprised if I'm there in two weeks. Don't be shocked if I'm there and qualifying for the Legacy Chamber. And if I don't? I'll be there for the Prime Championship. I look to become the first-ever champion, one way or another, it won't be long before I make it to the very top of this mountain- where I've always belonged.

The King would laugh, strolling back and forth in the center of the ring.

MAVERICK: Imagine some of the matches I'd have here. Zane... MYOJIN... Contessa Floran... Shawn Warstein... Aiden Reynolds... Kasey Winterborn...

Maverick pauses as he thinks of another name, and then one pops in, and the smile like a Cheshire cat grows on his face.

MAVERICK: ...Drago Santiago...

Once again, the crowd erupts. They know the history. They know the team. Two men that have yet to face one another. The dream match.

MAVERICK: Let the dreams come through, I know there's a lot of fantasies to be made and I hope some of them come true myself. But the fact of the matter is this. The King of Professional Wrestling has touched down in Project Honor. But, I will not be taking the name of Maverick anymore from this day forth.

The King smiles once more.

MAVERICK: You'll simply know me as Jason Long, and long may I reign through Project Honor.

The King flicks the microphone out of his hands as the sound of it hitting the mat is heard and "Kingslayer" plays out Jason, who exits the ring and makes his walk up the ramp with a confident smile on his face.


YUNG SAUCE: AHA! Ayo, what's good, fam?

The shot opens up backstage to find Yung Sauce surrounded by his harem, the Sauce watches on from a monitor as he spots himself before turning to the cameras that record him. Keeping his cheerful expression and personality at an all-time high.

YUNG SAUCE: So, welcome to Project Catgirl's Draft Hip! I'm sure a lot of people are wondering where will the sauce be ending up and to be fair with you all, I know well where I'll be going... PROVING GROUNDS! POGGERS IN THE CHAT BREH!

LIL PETEY: Do you think before you speak?

Out of nowhere like an STD, Petey appears shaking his head at how dumb Sauce sounds. He takes a seat next to Sauce.

LIL PETEY: Like, for example… THERE’S NO S AT THE END OF PROVING GROUND! I tell you this every fucking show. And Project Catgirl? What the fuck is this? HOW ABOUT PROJECT BIG DRIP?!

Sauce keeps that cheerful expression on his face as he listens to Petey.

YUNG SAUCE: Bro. I’m just tryna have a damn good time and you tryna bring those bad vibes around? Relax, big man. I’m just fucking around.

LIL PETEY: Did someone say bad vibes? Hold up, you can miss me with that, homie. You know we big fat good vibes only here.

YUNG SAUCE: Let’s not try to fallout, breh. We’re not even going onto that brand, fam. We’re on the good vibes here and tonight, we’re on that big… BIG DRIP AND THE BIG HIP FOR THE BOY, TJ THOMPSON!

At the sound of TJ’s name, Petey throws up some weird hand sign that doesn’t even make sense.

LIL PETEY: THE BOY, TJ THOMPSON! HIPBEAST WITH THE BIG GOLD! That’s TJ 2 Beltz to all the haters out there.

YUNG SAUCE: Even though we can’t contractually talk about the second title he won in ol’ Furry Central-

Both Sauce and Petey stare directly into the camera with a look of seriousness amongst them.

LIL PETEY: I heard that promos were subjective there… We here at Project: Honor wish the best to them all and if they wanna fight some real ass homies they know where to show up. Although, Sauce, we gotta find a way to save our boy TJ from their vice grips.

YUNG SAUCE: I can’t let my boy get a tail buttplug shoved up his anus.

LIL PETEY: Have we checked to make sure he doesn’t have a tail himself? I’m not tryna fuck around with that mess, ya feel me?

YUNG SAUCE: Nah fam, he’s been busily hipping himself up for tonight’s Main Event, ya know, that Big Drip in the motherfucking Main Event baby!

Petey taps Sauce on the shoulder and pauses for a brief second.

LIL PETEY: BIG DRIP IS IN THE MAIN EVENT! But uh, weren’t we supposed to be talking about getting drafted? Proving Ground got all the boys!!

YUNG SAUCE: I said at the very start that the BIG DRIP is coming to Proving Ground, and now, you just confirmed we ALL going to Proving Ground!

LIL PETEY: Do you not pay attention? TJ went first out of us, then you got picked, and then me. Wait a second, did you get into the juice again??

YUNG SAUCE: ...of course- not really, no- maybe yeah but JUST A SMALL DROP!

LIL PETEY: We don’t do anything small around here! THE BOX IS OPEN AND THE JUICE IS LOOSE, BABY! We’re not fighting tonight, let’s go celebrate!

The Sauce stands up from his seat, hopping in the air all cheerfully.

YUNG SAUCE: LET’S SHOW SAN FRANCISCO HOW BIG DRIP GETS IT DONE!

Petey stands up right after Sauce and looks around the room.

LIL PETEY: Speaking of getting it done, where’s my feisty red-head at, anyways?

YUNG SAUCE: You still tryna be loyal to Kasey, fam?

LIL PETEY: Shiiiiiiiiit, you know how it is right now. Let’s go party and we can talk more about that later, dawg.

YUNG SAUCE: Bet money, dawg. LET’S STORM THE NIGHTCLUBS LIKE TRUMP SUPPORTERS STORMING THE CAPITOL!

This next part looks exactly like a scene out of a movie. Sauce and Petey fistbump one another and then run off with their fists in the air. Sauce has that Naruto run going on, while Petey looks a lot like Forest Gump while running. They get to the end of the hallway and Sauce is able to stop himself while Petey goes sliding into the wall. The scene ends there simply because of the stupidity.