1/28/2021 - Fallout I: Ballad of the Spot Monkeys

Bruce McLeod vs. Julius Fairweather
* This match could have easily been the Headliner or the Main Event. Both of these heavy hitters introduced themselves properly to the Project: Honor fans in attendance, putting on a barn burner from the word ‘go’. Trading chair shots, making their way into the few fans that had showed up really early...before finding their way back to the ring. As Julius was standing to his feet, the blood from a cut above his eye temporarily blocked his vision from seeing the Irish shillelagh club coming from the right, slamming into the side of his head. With Julius sent stumbling, Bruce dropped the club and grabbed the dazed Shepherd, lifting him up and coming down with him...introducing Fairweather and the PH faithful to the Scots Hangover. Bruce hooked the leg for the three count, for his first Project: Honor win.
WINNER: Bruce McLeod via pinfall (10:37)

Zack Tyler vs Sara Cross vs Kayla Richards
* In a match that heavily favored two of the three individuals, Sara Cross never really felt like she was gaining any momentum. Between Zack Tyler putting her through a table and Kayla Richards bending multiple chairs over her hair and dying her blonde hair a new shade of pink...the night quickly came to an end when Zack Tyler locked onto her with his ZT Destroyer submission move. But before she could tap, Kayla Richards broke it up, putting Zack down with a quick Dreamkiller, then locking the Ghost Lock onto Sara while Zack lay motionless. With a quick three tap, Kayla Richards took home the victory while the paramedics came to check on an obviously injured Sara Cross.
WINNER: Kayla Richards via submission on Sara Cross (6.23)

Amber Payne vs Eli Atlas
* The fans started to fill into their seats as this match got underway. Amber put on one hell of an offense, but Eli showed everyone why he was feared at Unbreakable Resolution’s Purge Match. Amber tried to get Eli into the Rings of Payne, but the Iron Titan managed to break free before hitting Amber with the Titanfall for the three count.
WINNER: Eli Atlas via pinfall (7:13)




The show opens up in the back halls of the Bell Centre, in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. The entire Fallout roster stands in a large open area. Standing in front of them is Christian DeMarco, with Arik Holt to his right. He starts to walk in front of the roster.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: First off, I want to thank you ALL for joining me here and listening to my dribble. Tonight, we start a movement.

Christian stops and looks at Drago Santiago, before moving along his path.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Tonight, we start something that Rock Johnson fears…

He stops at Elena DeDraca and smirks, before starting to walk again.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...something that Callum Walker loathes…

Christian stops at Pyro and pokes him in the chest.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...something that the Proving Ground roster just…

Poke.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...can’t…

Poke.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...stomach.

Pyro looks at Christian’s finger, before lifting his head to look at the Fallout General Manager. Without breaking eye contact, he lifts a single match. Using only one hand he flicks his thumb to strike the match, causing it to burst into a flame. A wicked smile crosses Christian’s face before he pulls his finger away and begins to pace back and forth again.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I chose every one of you for a reason. I chose every one of you for the chaos you bring, the potential destruction you can cause, and the outright diabolicalness we can usher in as a whole.

Christian begins to walk through the roster crowd.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The Project: Honor fanbase began to realize my dream...my vision...at Unbreakable Resolution.

Christian stops in front of Matthew Knox.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The Purge Match was just the beginning.

Matthew Knox can be seen scowling at Christian, barely holding himself back from attacking the General Manager.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: A few of you bare the scars, both physically…

Christian starts to walk and stops in front of Dex Griffin.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...and mentally. But that was just the start. At the Draft Show, I wanted to start this Fallout revolution...but Rock Johnson spoiled my plans. He held back my desires.

The GM starts to walk again.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But this place? This is Thursday Night. There is no Rock Johnson. There is no Callum Walker. There is no Caden Young. Thursday Night is Fallout night. Fallout is MY show. Fallout is HIS show.

DeMarco points at Arik Holt, whose eyes quickly open wide. He touches his chest and mouths the word ‘me’ as if asking a question.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FALLOUT...IS...OUR...SHOW!!! And from this point on, all of you need to realize that anything goes. All matches, beside ones that feature that garbage Noble Title, will be contested in Fallout Rules! No disqualifications...falls count anywhere. You want to include the fans...THEN INCLUDE THE FANS. You want to use a weapon...USE A WEAPON. Anything you need to do to get that win…

Christian stops in front of Jason Long and smirks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...do it.

Beginning to walk again, Christian still weaves through the crowd.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We are here for our entertainment, for the crowd’s entertainment, for MY entertainment. We are here to prove that RULES BE DAMNED! Each of us is here to prove that even when adversity stands before us and there are no rules to protect us...we will still stand victorious.

Making his way through the crowd, Christian winds up back in front of everyone. He stops next to Arik, standing before the crowd again.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We are here to tell Project: Honor...FUCK your rules! WE ARE THE LETHAL BUNCH! WE ARE THE CHAOTIC ONES! And come hell or high water...we will do one thing and we will do one thing with our heads and our hands held high.

A sinister smile crosses DeMarco’s lips.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We will rise above it.

A slight pause to let that sink in.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now go get ready for a hell of a show, peeps. Let’s have some fun.

Christian pulls a Purge Mask out of his back pocket and slides it on, before the lights cut out. All that can be seen is Christian’s lit up green Purge Mask...and a slight flame from another one of Pyro’s lit matches.



Our television screen goes black for a moment before showing a live picture of Bell Centre, in Quebeca, Montreal, Canada, but there is no sound. The crowd can be seen pouring into the entrances, flooding in to see what brutality they can witness for the evening. ‘Rise Above It’ by I prevail cuts through the silence.

I’ve been patiently waiting, tyin’ my stomach in knots
I’ve been lost in the moment, goin to war with my thoughts.
And if you’re feelin the pressure, the pressure’s all that I got.
So if you think that you’re ready, I’m here to tell you you’re not.

The live shot quickly cuts to show the Ascension Championship, Noble Championship and Prime Championship Titles in a display case.

The time is right now, yeah you’re in over your head.
I’m callin’ lights out, until it’s over and dead.
And I’ll be damned if I ever let you get me again.
Yeah, I will stop at nothing,
‘Cause I was made to Rise Above It!

The shot of the titles cuts to show a shot of the ring from the Purge Match in St. Elmo, Colorado during Unbreakable Resolution. It is untouched, with the ladder still standing in the middle and all the monitor’s up and working, showing their respective wrestlers.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut to show Matt Knox choking out Dex Griffin in the debris of a fallen and broken monitor.

’Cause one of these days, one of these days,
Everyone will know

Cut to show the Sacks of Fun Match at the Draft Show. No one is in the ring yet.

But for now I stand alone

Cut again, to show Drago Santiago standing above a bloody Dex Griffin. His back looks metallic, but is just many of the thousand tacks he fell into back-first.

I count my enemies like trophies
I wear my scars so they can show me, now
I’ve got nothin’ left to prove
So when I look at you, all I see are trophies...trophies

The image of Drago switches to a video of Christian DeMarco with a grin on his face, who unbuttons his suit jacket and crosses his arms across his chest.

I’m not afraid,
to put it all on the line, like it runs in my veins
I will stop at nothin’ cause I was made to Rise Above It!

Suddenly as the base hits, images of the Fallout Roster replace Christian’s image and quickly pop up, replacing each other faster and faster.



Yeah, I was made to rise above it!




I will stop at nothin’, ‘cause I was made to

The music stops dead as our images stop on one final image…





The scene opens with the Sports Entertainment Xpress exiting the Starship Desolator and heading into the Bell Centre. Terry Marshall is bundled up with a giant fur coat, while Space Lord is in just his trunks, because he hates pants, shirts, and pretty much any form of clothing that isn’t face paint or tassels.

TERRY MARSHALL: Brother, why in the world would anyone come to Canada in January? It’s so cold, I swear I just saw a guy walking a Polar Bear on a leash.

SPACE LORD: This is nothing, you want to see cold I’ll take you to Hoth. From space it has a pale blue color due to its dense snow and ice covering.

TERRY MARSHALL: No thanks brother, there is a reason I normally snowbird in Florida.

SPACE LORD: Snowman.

TERRY MARSHALL: What?

SPACE LORD: You are a man not a bird.

TERRY MARSHALL: No brother, being a snowbird means someone who migrates from the colder northern parts of America to the warmer south…

Space Lord holds his hand up to Marshall silencing him. Like the old school “talk to the hand cause the face don’t understand” style. Remember that? Pepperidge Farm remembers. Marshall looks stunned at first, but Space Lord slowly raises his hand and points across the parking area of the Bell Centre. Marshall slowly turns his head and sees what Space Lord is pointing at.

TERRY MARSHALL: Oh no. Brother, now is not the time.

SPACE LORD: Mime… he must be stopped.

TERRY MARSHALL: Brother, no….

It is too late; Space Lord has dropped his bag and is sprinting towards the Mime. The Mime is busy pretending to be trapped in a box and by the time he hears Space Lord sprinting at him it is too late. Space Lord hits the Mime with the Big Bang (spear) knocking him out of his shoes.

Space Lord slowly rises and stands over the Mime as a crowd of onlookers gather around. Marshall finally gets to Space Lord. Marshall looks down at the Mime and around at the shocked crowd.

TERRY MARSHALL: Uh, Brother I think we might be in trouble.

Citizen One: IL NOUS A LIBÉRÉ DU MIME!

Marshall and Space Lord turn to look at the French Canadian citizen behind them who just shouted and see a giant smile on his face. The crowd surrounding them begins to cheer and chant.

Crowd: SEXE! SEXE! SEXE!

Both Marshall and Space Lord are confused, but Marshall knows a pop when he hears on. Marshall nudges Space Lord in the ribs and leans in to him and whispers.

TERRY MARSHALL: Brother, we’re over.




Days leading up to the first Project: Honor show of the 2021 year, it was the Country of Canada that was picked to have the honor to host the first show. Of course Canada has a History when it comes to professional wrestling but you’re a smart mark so you know this already. What you don’t know is what is scheduled to take place. There’s always a leak somewhere but that’s why you don’t reveal too much until it’s that time and well, it’s just about that time. See, up until now, nobody has heard of the man known as Zach Tyler other than he was drafted to Fallout during the draft. Now those who are in attendance, they’ve already caught a glimpse of Zach because he was booked in a Dark Match but those watching at home, nobody knows of him.

Despite or should I say contrary to the outcome of the Dark Match (which has no bearing on his in-ring performance obviously) he had yet to be seen on the national syndicated television program Fallout, much less the AMC network in which the Project: Honor program airs. I’m getting ahead of myself because before his Dark Match and leading up to this night, Zack had taken to the message boards and in particular, the generic chat room that was made for talent and fans to just interact. Well, apparently, we can forget about the wrestling websites because it was apparently leaked that something coming Zack Tyler was going to happen and the details were listed by someone within the company.

Some of this information was told in confidence but then this individual decided to leak the information to the rest of the Project:Honor room and therefore would have jeopardized the integrity of Zack Tyler and perceive to ruin a debut before it even gets started. But luckily for this individual, that didn’t happen because it was Zack’s manipulative and calculated mind that devised a plan. So throughout the night, various videos have been playing during the night’s live Fallout event.


On a Black screen, an image of a Red circle drawn around a Pentagram with a large White Left palm print in the center, is seen glitching as if interfering with the show’s production. As the image disappears (although you the reader still see this), what is then seen is a short GIF of a kneeled man wearing a Black horned headpiece.




What soon follows is the man wearing the headpiece removes it, but the camera’s view is near his demonic horn tattoo on the Left side of his face.





As the graphic continuously plays throughout the video, The One called Baphomet speaks saying...





CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, WELCOME to Fallout!

The fans, still filling their seats, cheer loudly.

CLARA OLSON: Please get ready for the FIRST FALLOUT MATCH EVER!!!

The cheering grows into a frenzy as the fans who were sitting, now jump to their feet.

CLARA OLSON: This first match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is under the normal Fallout Rules. Introducing first, coming to us from Chicago, Illinois...and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds...THE DAREDEVIL...DANIEL...HOOOOORRROOOORRRRR!!!



CLARA OLSON: And his opponent, from St. Paul, Minnesota...weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-two pounds...ARIK...HOOOOLLLTTT!!!

The lights in the arena go out as the sounds of music playing in reverse echoes through the place. It is the beginning of 'The Greatest Show' by Panic! At The Disco.

#Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
Ladies and Gents, this is the moment you've waited for.

A lone spotlight shines down onto the entrance.

#Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
You've been searchin' in the dark, your sweat soakin' through the floor.

Multiple other smaller spotlights pop on and begin to quickly search through the arena's crowd.

#Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
And buried in your bones, there's an ache that you can't ignore.

All the spotlights move and meet up with the original spotlight, pointing at the entrance way.

#Takin your breath, stealin' your mind.
And all that was real is left behind.

The music hits as Arik Holt steps out of the back, a smile on his face.

#Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' at you.
It's only this moment, don't care what comes after.

He begins his descent down the entrance ramp, looking out onto the cheering crowd, the spotlight following him.

#Your fever dream, can't you see gettin' closer?
Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over.

Arik slides into the ring under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet, making a b-line for the closest turnbuckle.

#It's fire, It's freedom, It's floodin' open.
It's the preacher in the pulpit and your blind devotion.

Still with the smile on his face, he climbs up onto the turnbuckle and looks out onto the crowd...pointing and waving to them.

#There's somethin' breakin' at the brick of every wall
That's holdin' all that you know,
So tell me do you wanna go?

Arik lifts his arms into the air as the spotlights all break apart again, roaming around the crowd and changing colors as they go.

#Where it's covered in all the colored lights,
Where the runaways are runnin' the night.

He hops down off the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite side of the ring, climbing up onto that turnbuckle and pointing to the crowd on that side of the ring.

#Impossible comes true, it's takin' over you...

Arik raises his arms again.

#Oh, this is the Greatest Show!

His music slowly begins to fade out as he climbs off of the turnbuckle and begins to stretch his arms, getting ready for the match. The lights come back on as the spotlights slowly trail off.

Just as Clara exits the ring and Arik jumps down off the turnbuckle, Daniel Horror slides on a pair of brass knuckles. Arik Holt turns around only to get CRACKED in the head.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT! ARIK IS ALREADY BUSTED OPEN!!!

Arik Holt drops to the mat, grabbing at his busted open head. Daniel Horror drops down and tries to pick up a quick cover.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Arik has been an interesting addition, when he came into Project: Honor. He’s not the best we have, but I don’t see him going out like that.

Daniel Horror quickly climbs up to his feet and pulls a crimson faced Arik Holt to his feet as well. He grabs Arik’s arm and WHIPS him towards the ropes. In a desperate move, Arik jumps right before hitting the ropes. With a loud THUD, he comes crashing down onto the mats below and slams into the announcer’s table.

ALARA ADAMS: I think he was more scared of what Daniel was going to do to him, rather than the pain of falling to the outside.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well he better watch out, Daniel Horror isn’t going to wait...not with the Fallout Rules in place. Well...lack of rules.

Daniel Horror comes running towards Arik and slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. Arik Holt quickly walks on all fours and tries to go under the ring, but Daniel Horror grabs his legs and it’s a tug of war match now. Arik desperately tries to get under the ring, managing to get under the apron skirt where only his legs are showing. Meanwhile Daniel Horror is trying his best to pull him out.

Suddenly the fans pop.

ALARA ADAMS: Wait...what the hell?

Everyone seems semi-confused as Arik Holt pops out from underneath the ring, on the right side of the ring from where Daniel Horror is still fighting with a pair of legs.

KAYDEN ELLIS: If Arik is there…

Arik reaches under the ring and quickly reappears, holding Daniel Horror’s favorite weapon...a barbed-wire baseball bat. Slowly Arik sneaks around the corner of the ring, being ever-so-careful not to alert Daniel Horror. Once a few feet away, Arik raises the bat into the air and brings the bat flying down towards Horror.

KAYDEN ELLIS: DANIEL HORROR JUST BLOCKED THE BAT WITH...A PAIR...Of...mannequin legs?

Daniel Horror looks at the legs in his hands and then down at the spot where he was just fighting with them under the ring apron...thinking it was Arik’s legs. Without hesitation, Daniel drops the mannequin legs and rips the barbed-wire bat from Arik’s hands. Arik’s eyes widen in horror as Horror hits him in the stomach with the bat, causing him to slightly double over. Daniel Horror grabs the bent over Holt…

ALARA ADAMS: HORROR-D-T ONTO THE MANNEQUIN LEGS!!!

Daniel flips Arik onto his back, into the mess of now shattered mannequin legs. Horror hooks Holt’s leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: AND YOUR WINNER...DANIEL...HORRORRRRRR!!!

Daniel Horror stands to his feet, picking up his barbed-wire baseball bat and looking down at the injured Arik Holt. The ref tries to raise his hand, but instead Daniel just pulls his hand away.



We open in the back halls of Bell Center. We see Kasey Winterborn slowly walking through the halls, typing onto her cell phone. A stern look is on her face.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Oh my God, Petey...leave me alone.

She stops and starts touching the screen of her phone. By the angle, you can tell she is on Twitter and probably complaining of the creepy tweets Lil’ Petey from Proving Ground has been sending her way.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Goddammit! You too, Jason?

Her look of sternness becomes one of frustration as her phone tapping becomes a little harder.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: It really is amazing…

Kasey looks up to see Fallout General Manager Christian DeMarco step out of a nearby doorway and stand a few feet in front of her.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...to see how quickly the jackals come running when...and I apologize for the terminology...a piece of meat is placed in front of them.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Isn’t that the truth.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But don’t let them sway you, Kasey. Don’t let them persuade you away from the bigger picture. Project: Honor...Fallout...Championships.

KASEY WINTERBORN: I won’t, believe me I won’t.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Good, because I drafted you with intentions. I have big plans for you, Ms Winterborn. And I would hate to see them get ruined because you were distracted by the dogs.

KASEY WINTERBORN: I would worry more about them getting distracted by me.

Christian smirks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Wonderful. You worry about the path I lay in front of you, I will worry about feeding the mutts. Just remember this Kasey...even though your record is not perfect like some others in this company...you have never been pinned, nor have you submitted. And I don’t think that will change anytime soon. I have faith in you.

A gracious smile appears on Kasey’s face.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Thank you, Christian.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now go out there tonight and rain hell onto Victoria and Jason. Shit, it seems you may take care of one of those jackals before I can get him tamed.

Without another word between either of them, Christian nods to Kasey and then walks past her. Kasey turns and watches him walk away, before looking back down at her phone.



We cut backstage to find Kayla Richards shaking her head with a smirk. She is sitting on a large black sound equipment case, her legs dangling down as she hums a tune.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Kayla Richards. And while I have graced your television screens in segments announcing my arrival and accepting my spot in the draft as well as promoting my debut match and potion in the company, something you have not seen...unless you are in that crowd tonight or sitting at home lucky enough to find a stream...is my in ring debut…

She pauses for a moment and shakes her head.

ALARA ADAMS: She has a point, earlier tonight in a dark match Kayla Richards made her debut...and it was impressive…

KAYLA RICHARDS: I can promise you all that after what I did tonight, the performance I put on, that Kayla Richards will be one of the hottest names in Project Honor, not just on the Fallout brand. See tonight, tonight was the smallest of battles and the smallest of messages in a manifesto that I plan on unleashing. This company is going to be added to a list of ones that I have ended up being the champion of and the queen of. This is what I do…

She slides down from the equipment case and folds her arms over her chest.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Tonight you have seen and will see the best that Fallout has to offer. From the Strader family, to Kasey Winterborne and the artist formerly known as Maverick, to Dex Griffin and Pyro as well as...Matt Knox…

Kayla pauses and holds her stomach as if trying to hold down vomit.

KAYLA RICHARDS: And all of these great names and “athletes'' mean nothing compared to me. They will all try and fail, they will try and tell you I’m nothing but a cheating scumbag and that I will never deserve the things I earn, and then, well then there will be the ones who try and “out me” me. The truth is, there is nothing and no one like me in this business and while there is a sea of pretenders the saddest truth is that I cannot be copied or pushed aside. And the arguments used against me will always be the same but there is an army of people who have stood in my way in the past and while they may have won battles I have won the war….and well. Since I’m on a brand called “Fallout” the quote should be obvious…

Kayla leans in close with a small smile on her deep red painted lips.

KAYLA RICHARDS: War…..war...never...changes…

She starts to laugh, not a happy one, something more sinister, deeper, unsettling.

ALARA ADAMS: That seems like a stern warning from a very talented young woman






CLARA OLSON: This next match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a TAG TEAM MATCH!!! Introducing first at a combined weight of FIVE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE POUNDS...SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XXXXXXXXXPPREEEESSSSS!!!

“Rock You Like A Hurricane” by The Scorpions pumps out over the crowd as Space Lord and Terry Marshall come running out of the back. Without any hesitation, they continue their spring down to the ring and slide into the ring under the ropes, to the roar of the crowd.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents...weighing in at a combined weight of TWO-HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS...TWO TONED MAAAAFFFIIIAAA!!!

“Partners In Crime” by Set It Off plays as Lucy Sixx and Cecilia Ortiz steps out of the back to a mixed reaction. They continue to walk down to the ring, with Lucy keeping her eyes on their opponents while Cecilia is watching Lucy. After a moment or two they find their way down to the ring stairs and walk up them, entering the ring.

Both teams go to their respective sides of the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell is rung for the match to commence, on one side of the ring, Lucy Sixx from the Two Toned Mafia stands beside her tag partner, Cecilia Ortiz. On the opposing side, Terry Marshall paces within the space of the corner, bouncing from one side of the ropes to another. His partner, Space Lord, anxiously awaiting for the bout to commence between the two tag teams.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is going to be an interesting match to see.

ALARA ADAMS: Do you have your doubts?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Nope, but I’m just curious of their strategy.

As Lucy and Terry charge at one another, Lucy quickly gains the upper hand, dodging a forearm from Marshall and landing her own knee strike to his rib cage. Terry Marshall stumbles back, the wind somewhat knocked from him, but he quickly jumps back into the mix of the match and lands a high knee onto Lucy Sixx. Lucy, now on the mat, is shocked when Terry Marshall, rather than continuing the assault on her, stepped back to interact with the crowds some more.

ALARA ADAMS: Vanity will be the death of them!

Lucy, almost insulted by this, stands up quickly and attempts to catch Terry Marshall by surprise, but he turns and connects a devastating lariat onto her. Terry, now with control over the match, pulls Lucy up to her feet, but he is quickly met with a punch to the groin from his opponent. Lucy, now letting her ego fuel the situation, quickly connects a pelee kick to Terry Marshall. As Terry drops to the canvas, Lucy goes for a quick cover, only for it to be broken by Terry before the referee can even begin to count.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The sheer size of Space Lord and Terry Marshall, could be something that sways this match.

ALARA ADAMS: So a small woman can’t beat a larger man?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I didn’t necessarily say that.

ALARA ADAMS: Are you single?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Um...yes…

ALARA ADAMS: I see why.

Lucy, frustrated by the referees lack of enthusiasm, jumps up to harp down his throat. As she does so, she quickly turns and stomps down on Terry Marshall’s hand, forcing him to leap up and jump into a defensive stance. Lucy arrogantly charges at Terry Marshall only for him to quickly headbutt her. Lucy, now on the mat, tries to regain herself, but is unable to do so before Terry can tag his partner in, Space Lord.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Smart move by SEX. Get in that fresh man!

ALARA ADAMS: Mhm!

As Space Lord jumps between the ropes, he quickly lifts Lucy to her feet and tries to land a big boot to her head, but Cecilia comes in for the rescue! Cecilia, stopping the big boot, quickly connects a missile dropkick to Space Lord, knocking him on his back. Ortiz, now helping Lucy to her feet, tries to convince her to tag her into the match but Lucy disagrees and regains her focus, now solely glaring at Space Lord as she shows off her devilish smirk. Lucy, with her mind on ill intentions, waits for Space Lord to try and stand to his feet, as he does so Lucy tries to stomp on his elbow, but Terry Marshall pulls Space Lord out before Lucy can capitalize.

KAYDEN ELLIS: …

ALARA ADAMS: Nothing to say, when your men aren’t doing too hot?

KAYDEN ELLIS: …

Lucy, agitated at Terry and Space Lord, quickly sees an opportunity and rolls out of the ring. Cecilia, seeing her idea, drops down as well as the two try to meet them in the middle of the Manic Panic! Cecilia connects her superkick onto Terry Marshall, but Space Lord, seeing the situation, maneuvers himself out of the trajectory of Lucy’s foot. Space Lord, now alone, quickly picks Lucy up and slams her down with a belly to back suplex. Cecilia, now in a dicey situation, goes for a pelee kick but slightly misses Space Lord. Space Lord, now in control, lifts Lucy up and rolls her into the ring, attempting a quick cover as he does so.

ONE!
TW- NO! KICKOUT! LUCY KICKS OUT!

Lucy, still fighting, makes her way to Cecilia and barely tags her in before Space Lord can notice. Cecilia, now in the match officially, charges at Space Lord hitting him with a diving forearm! Space Lord drops to the ground as Cecilia, now with adrenaline rushing, bounces from the ropes and dives through the top and middle, hitting Terry Marshall as well who was just beginning to stand up. As Cecilia slides back into the ring, she focuses in and glares down at Space Lord, as he stands to his feet she charges once again, this time landing a devastating enziguri! Cecilia goes for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO! SPACE LORD KICKS OUT!

Cecilia, still in control, tries to drag Space Lord to Lucy, but he starts to fight back. A tug of war between the two begins until finally Space Lord launches Cecilia into the turnbuckles of his team’s corner. Lucy, now furious, tries to enter the ring but the referee stops her. Terry Marshall is quickly tagged and lands a devastating open palm chest slap to Cecilia. Ortiz, who takes the full brunt of the slap, clutches her chest and screams in pain as Terry Marshall begins going to work on the New Yorker. Terry, in the driver’s seat, turns Cecilia and tries to land a belly-to-back suplex, but Lucy runs in and connects her own enziguri! Terry is down as Lucy pulls Cecilia to their turnbuckle so that she may tag her in. As Lucy makes her way back into the ring once again, she quickly goes to work landing a pelee kick to Space Lord. After she does this, she pulls Terry Marshall to his feet…

ALARA ADAMS: THUNDER STRUCK!!! POLISH HAMMER OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Terry drops for the cover…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: AND YOUR WINNERS...SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESSSSSSS!!!



The camera cuts backstage where we find Matt Knox dressed in his ring gear, seated in his dressing room in front of a mirror as he sets to applying the oft talked about and mocked part of his presence, his face paint. Currently near the halfway point, working out the glasgow smile with black from the corner of his lips up toward his eyes, which pop forth from the heavy black eyeliner. Well, the right one as it were. He feels the presence enter first, but still waits to see the figure in the mirror before speaking up, setting the whole mess down in front of him and turning in his chair.

MATT KNOX: McLeod. How ya doin hoss?

The silver-haired Scot chuckles, taking in the half-done job on Knox’s face. Already back in his street clothes with that trademark CUNT t-shirt of his under a leather jacket that’s likely older than half of the Project: Honor roster, he looks more like someone’s misplaced father than a wrestler.

BRUCE McLEOD: Not interrupting anything important, I hope.

Knox chuckles as he stands up, taking the time to shake the Scot’s hand and pay him a hearty pat on the shoulder. Their paths had crossed plenty on social media, but this was the first time they had shared a room let alone a promotion. He shakes his head at the question.

MATT KNOX: Nah, not really. Sometimes I wonder why I bother anymore. It all ends up caked and red anymore. Good job out there tonight, by the way. No idea why DeMarco thought you and Fairweather should be off the air but, hey, I don’t know why he runs around with a Purge mask either.

BRUCE McLEOD: If the check clears, doesn’t matter much to me.

He shrugs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans.

BRUCE McLEOD: No skin off the ol’ boaby if he wants to waste talent in favor of putting…

His gaze drifts to the monitor on the table which is playing the last moments of the tag team match and he breaks off into another sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head. Knox watches the display a moment too, and chuckles.

MATT KNOX: Yeah. I can’t lie, I was expecting you to be where I’m headed tonight. Lord knows you deserve it, and the same guy and everyone here knows it’s why you’re here.Why any of us are, really but It’s different ain’t it Bruce? For you, for me.

Knox’s mouth twists as a bitter bile threatens to the back of his throat. He clears it and exhales slowly, chuckling and waving a hand.

MATT KNOX: Forgive me. In a special kind of zone tonight, I guess. Point is you get it, and if I get past Dex and everyone waiting for me at Crowning you get that first shot too. Wanted to find and tell you tonight but, you know, you interrupted putting my face on so no time like the present, yeah?

The Scot sucks his teeth for a moment, considering the offer. The look on his face waffles between insulted and intrigued before that crooked smirk crosses his lips.

BRUCE McLEOD: Let’s not put the cart before the horse, hmm? Wouldn’t wanna invite disaster with too much hubris in the air, aye? Two big wins, Knoxy… then we’ll have a chat.

The younger fellow chuckles, nodding. He bows his head a moment, considering. An inhale and another nod before he speaks once more.

MATT KNOX: One last thing, old timer. We’ve been drafted to the looney bin. I don’t know about you but outside of present company and the Strader girl, I don’t got too much in the way of friends around here. So if you’re good with it, I got your back you got mine, yeah?

McLeod nods, not even taking a moment to consider.

BRUCE McLEOD: Definitely. Old farts of a feather must flock together… fairly sure that’s how the saying goes, innit? .

Like most Americans, Knox fights off the urge to burst out at “innit?” and simply nods, firing back his own quip.

MATT KNOX: Well, technically it’d be a murder if we flew together. Get it, flock of Crows? Ravens? See, this is why I’m a fighter and not in the stand up business.

Knox considers a moment, shrugging as he speaks. His tone inquisitive and possibly a slight bit hopeful.

MATT KNOX: You know, there’s a team here. Absolutely fantastic honestly, call themselves Legacy. Like that title I'm going to get murdered, and try murdering to get a shot at tonight. Whichever way that goes, maybe a couple old farts go and teach them what ‘Legacy’ really looks like, savvy?

The Scot’s expression doesn’t change other than his eyes widening slightly before he nods slowly.

BRUCE McLEOD: Raven and Warstein. Aye. They’re good. Got the body of work tae prove it. Would be a hell of a thing, wouldn’t it? Grumpy Old Grapplers versus Legacy with gold on the line. I do like the sound of that. Best be getting on… you’ve got some preparation tae finish and I’ve got a beautiful blonde waitin’ on me back at the hotel.

Knox smiles, nodding and offering his hand once more.

MATT KNOX: Go and enjoy some warmth that doesn’t stain the mat, Bruce. I’ll be seein ya in a couple of weeks.

The pair share one more handshake, Knox reaching out to pat the older man’s shoulder before he departs. The man called The Raven takes a seat once more, staring at the half done job on his face and chuckles once more, shaking his head.

MATT KNOX: Grumpy old Grapplers...



The sounds of metal hitting flesh is heard clearly as the image of several kabuki masked figures are seen holding a pair of rough looking men in what appears to be the inside of an industrial warehouse. Standing with his back to the camera is a man, in blue jeans and a random t-shirt with black boots, a black leather belt and a black fedora. Next to him is a woman in a black and gold kimono. Each one is holding a lead pipe that is in midswing. As the image fully comes into focus the sick sound of metal hitting flesh seems to reverberate in stereo.

The savage beat down continues as the men struggle to escape from the grasps of the kabuki figures. As the man and woman deliver savage pipe shots to the already bruising chests the camera expands to show a nearly a dozen figures in a circle around them. The two stop struggling as the man and woman drop their pipe with a clatter.

The pair begin to use the two men's bodies like punching bags. Each fist connecting with the sick thud of skin impacting skin. This beat down continues for a solid minute before the man signals for kabuki figures to step back. They release the now bruised men and fade into the circle surrounding them. The now released men remain standing until each is kneed in the gut.

Following the knee to the gut each man gets tossed to the floor as the man and woman finally turn to reveal the faces of Project Honor newcomers Aaron Fredrick Hudson and Kyuubi. Aaron gives an amused smirk as he raises his left hand up into the air.

AARON FREDERICK HUDSON: Violence is an interesting thing when you actually stop to consider it. It is the true equalizer when it comes to humanity. What you just witnessed was only a glimpse of the destructive forces that we are capable of. As you may have seen we have left a couple of video packages on the Project Honor website that highlight this fact more than any words I can say now.

He stops speaking as his lips turn into a devious yet amused smile while his hand closes into a slightly bruised and red skinned fist.

AARON FREDERICK HUDSON: Violence is the only truth this world has. The modern world has everyone hide behind a myriad of masks. Each mask hides the deep truth that chaos is needed to prosper. We have allowed ourselves here taken in by the fact that everyone is equal. Society has swallowed the lie that peace will lead to prosperity. Though the biggest lie of them all is that good noble people are without the capacity for violence.

Aaron drops his fist as Kyuubi reaches into her kimono and pulls out a couple of black armbands. She hands one to Aaron who takes it with a slight nod.

AARON FREDERICK HUDSON: The reality is simple. There are no heroes in this business. There are no truly good guys. In the end everyone has a breaking point that shatters the mask hiding their inner monster. I am Aaron Fredrick Hudson and this is my wife Kyuubi. We are Insidious and in time you will come to learn the truth of these words as we force you to embrace your inner darkness. Furthermore, we aren't alone in this endeavor here in Project Honor.

With that both Kyuubi and Aaron slide the armbands on their left arms. As the armbands settle into place they reveal the logo of a white left hand print inside a red circle. With that the video fades to black as the beat up men start to get to their feet.






CLARA OLSON: The following match is a triple threat fallout rules match. There will be no disqualification and falls count anywhere!..

The arena lights slowly dim as the opening riffs ‘She’s Got Balls’ by AC/DC begins to play over the sound system. The arena flickers silver lights to the beat of the drums. Smoke slowly fills the entranceway, as Bon Scott’s voice fills the crowd’s ears.

~She's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman
She's got spunk that woman
Funk that woman~

CLARA OLSON: Introducing one half of the Strader Syndicate….

Victoria steps through the smoke as she struts out to the beat of the song in her black wrestling tights, knee-high white boots with black laces, and a navy blue Brothers of Mayhem support wear t-shirt tied in a knot to the right.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, residing from Redwood City, California…

~She's got speed my babe
Got what I need my babe
She's got the ability
To make a man outta me~

She stops at the bottom of the ramp, and throws her first up in the air getting a pop from the fans!

CLARA OLSON: QUEEN VEE… VICTORIA STRADER!!!!

~But most important of all
Let me tell you
My lady's got balls
She's got balls~

Pyro’s shoot up the rampway with three large fire blasts with each resounding ‘She’s Got Balls’. Victoria sneers, as she slides under the bottom rope and awaits her opponents.

ALARA ADAMS: Here we go, the Straders are going to try and take over Fallout and this is the first shot they have with John Nash in a match lat6er tonight…

The opening electronic strings of "Warrior" fade into the arena, growing louder as it progresses. The lights start pulsing in time with the start of the drumbeat, and as the lyrics begin a figure appears silhouetted against the backdrop.

♫ I got my head high, my chest out, my eyes open wide
I got no fear, got no doubt and, god, I feel alive ♫

The spotlight kicked on, shining down onto Kasey Winterborn. With a slight smirk on her face and determination in her eyes, she raises her hands in the air to the overwhelming cheers of the crowd.

♫ I'm not stopping for ya, I'm a fucking warrior
I'm a warrior
Wa-wa-warrior, wa-wa-warrior
Walking through fire like I'll never learn
Waiting forever and now it's my turn
Stronger than ever, I'm ready to burn
Na-na-na na-na-na, I'm a warrior ♫

After a moment of posing, she smiles and begins her descent down the ramp. Along the way she looks around at the crowd cheering for her, reaching out and slapping hands with a couple of fans at ringside. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope and kips up to her feet, where she runs and leaps up to the middle rope at the turnbuckle and glances out at the crowd, smiling as she raises a fist in the air.

CLARA OLSON: Now in the ring standing 5’6 and weighing in at 120 pounds from Chicago, Illinois KASEY WINTERBORN

KAYDEN ELLIS: Miss Winterborn is certainly popular, and she has made a splash in Project Honor and wants to be one of the top talents on Fallout.

ALARA ADAMS: Well she is a top talent in Lil Petey’s eyes…

KAYDEN ELLIS: More like his pants…



The speakers let out the beginning synth beats of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon and BABYMETAL erupts through the PA System as the lights shine a purple hue around the arena, the fans within the arena rain down with cheers with the lights shining down now with a purple hue and the one singular white spotlight continuing to shine down onto the entrance curtain. Soon, the entrance curtain pulls back, and out steps Jason Long- a smile on his face as he soaks in that crowd reaction.

"Hi, are you looking for the other side?
Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?
Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like
You're corrupted?
I need to know where your loyalties lie
Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?
Do you really want to twist the knife
In the belly of the monster?"

Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view. Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope.

"Kingslayer
Destroying castles in the sky
Kingslayer
Forevermore the apple of my eye
I'd sacrifice my life to find you
Angel of the flame
Kingslayer
Come and collect us from the night"

Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down and slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponent and then backs himself into the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

CLARA OLSON: And finally, standing 5;11 and weighing in at 195 pounds from Wexford town in Wexford County Ireland, THE KING Jason Long

ALARA ADAMS: The professional wrestler formerly known as Maverick has had a rough few weeks

KAYDEN ELLIS: I ain’t gonna kick a guy when he’s down….he might get...cross with me...

ALARA ADAMS: Oh jesus christ Kayden….

The match begins with all three competitors eyeing each other down and circling around one another, Victoria and Kasey both look over at Long who is the largest competitor in the match and lunge towards him attacking him both at once. Long backs into the corner as Winterborn and Victoria hit hard rights and lefts and stomp him down. Long rolls from the ring to the floor for a moment to get away from the women, Winterborn smirks and shakes her head calling for Long to get back in the ring, Victoria slides behind Kasey and drops down pulling her back into a school boy, Kasey though rolls with it and pops to her feet showing her intelligence in not trusting Strader. W9interborn jumps up and hits a step up enzuguri connecting with the side of Victoria's head, Strader goes down hard and Kasey looks over at Long who is now biding his time.

Winterborn shoots across the ring and throws herself out onto Long with a suicide dive smashing him into the barricade back first. She then slides back in the ring and is met with a lou thesz press from Victoria Strader who reigns down hard right hands on Kasey, she then pops up and hits a baseball slide dropkick to Long who was trying to get back in the ring, Strader slides out to the floor and grabs Jason by the head hitting a hard right hand, she then grabs him by the head in a side headlock and runs across the floor before leaping up and over the steel ring steps driving Jason into them with a bulldog.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The King got SLAAAYED

ALARA ADAMS: It seems to be that the strategy from everyone is to keep away from each other and hit and run, to try and keep themselves from getting surprised from behi-IN COMING

And with that as Victoria turns Kasey comes flying down to the floor with a springboard moonsault landing on both Strader and Long. Kasey throws her hands in the air in a blur of red hair. Kasey then sets her sights on Victoria pulling her up and throwing her headfirst into the ring apron and then back into the ring. She measures Victoria up and goes for the running knee strike, Victoria though moves and grabs Kasey around the waist from behind, Kasey runs to the ropes grabbing the top rope causing Victoria to slingshot back right into a springboard dropkick from Jason Long who seems to be annoyed with how he’s been treated by the ladies thus far. Victoria goes down holding the back of her head, Kasey turns and runs at Long who ducks the enzuguri attempt from Kasey, as she gets up Long hits her with a palm strike that causes Kasey to crumble to the mat.

ALARA ADAMS: Did you hear that shot? That palm strike sounded like a heavyweight boxers haymaker

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think Jason Long has had enough of being kept out of the match…..

ALARA ADAMS: Strader and Winterborn are down and I have to be honest here...I’m shocked that none of them have grabbed weapons for an advantage…

As if hearing the comments Jason slides from the ring and grabs a steel chair, he closes it and slides back in the ring, he measures up Victoria and raises the chair up, he brings it down across Straders back and she slides from the ring holding her spine in obvious pain, Winterborn shakes her head on her knees still out of it from the palm strike, Long holds the chair and measures up Winterborn, but Kasey pops up off her knees and leaps in the air with a spin heel kick, it connects with the chair smashing it into Longs face as he goes down with a move i’m calling the Van Kasenator!.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I HAVEN’T SEEN MAV GET HIT THAT HARD SINCE HIS TWITTER BAN!

ALARA ADAMS: ….I shouldn’t have laughed at that….

Kasey gets to her feet6 but is still wobbly from the Palm strike she ate, Long is onj the mat with his right hand still wrapped around the leg of the chair, Victoria Strader slides in from behind and Kasey turns right around into a superkick from Victoria that she calls the Eat my foot!. Kasey hits the mat and Victoria leaps into the cover.

ONE
TWO

Long tosses the chair at Victoria connecting with her head and breaking up the pin. She holds the top of her head and Long steps forward pulling Strader up into a fireman's carry before throwing her in the air and hitting a roundhouse kick. Victoria goes down and falls from the ring, Kasey also rolls out to the floor. Long looks around wondering who he should go for. Kasey crawls after Victoria and runs at her, Victoria on base instinct ducks and backdrops Kasey into the crowd! Long slides from the ring to follow as Strader climbs after Kasey. The two women brawl as Long follows.

ALARA ADAMS: Well we did say it’s falls count anywhere!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Come on camera guys follow em!

The three fallout stars fight backstage with Long following Victoria and Kasey as they throw hard punches and keep a hold of each other, they go through into the backstage area past the gorilla position and into the hallways. Victoria slams Kasey against the brick wall and unloads with a hard roundhouse kick kicking Kasey right in the chest causing her to get winded and slide down to the floor. Before Victoria can take advantage of it though Long grabs Victoria and throws her through a door into the catering area, the door shatters into a million pieces and Long follows through, backstage crew who were busy eating scatter as Long grabs Victoria and spins her around with a ripcord discus lariat, he spins and hammers into her with the Kingmaker!. Victoria goes down hard and Long stands over her for a moment.

ALARA ADAMS: Long flattens Strader! I think maybe the spin was unnecessary….takes power out of the lariat but I’m just a commentator what do I know?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Lets ask Strader how it felt...when she wakes up….

Kasey slams into Long from behind and he stumbles forward landing against the food table. Kasey hits a few hard right hands and turns to see Victoria getting up, Kasey sprints across the catering room and launches herself into Victoria with a running knee, Victoria falls back through one of the tables, Kasey pops back to her feet and goes right back on the attack with Long, she grabs him by the head and slams him face first into a large cherry pie on the table. Long bounces back from the sweet surprise. Tastes so good, Mav might cry...

ALARA ADAMS: Kasey slams Longs face deep into that pie!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And somewhere Lil Petey is having an aneurysm.

Kasey Winterbon stands over Long who is now covered in pie, whipped cream in his eyes and cherry in his mouth, she smirks and pulls Jason up to his feet, Victoria pulls herself out of the table wreckage and runs at Kasey who is able to slip out of the way, Long ducks down and sends Victoria up and over through the larger food table!. Winterborn then drops down and rolls up Long

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: KASEY DID IT!!!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner...KASEY WINTERBORN!!!

The ref helps Kasey to her feet, then raises her arm into the air.



ALARA ADAMS: What a night so far on the Fallout brand’s debut edition live on AMC!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You got that right, Alara! It’s been an action-packed night! Hold on; I am getting word that a camera crew has followed our own Alyssa Nguyen to the locker room where we have John and Victoria Strader!

The titantron set up in the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec, comes to life. The Canadian fans erupt for the homegrown Canadian wrestling talent in John and Victoria Strader as we can see John holding his kutte in his hands and looks to be giving it to his niece.

JOHN STRADER: Just hold onto it until after my match. While I know I will win, I will not give that sociopath a chance to set my colours on fire.

VICTORIA STRADER: Ok, I’ll hold onto it. I am going to lock it away in my locker here, but you should look behind you.

JOHN STRADER: Look behind me?

John turns his head to see the lovely Alyssa Nguyen with a big smile on her face and a Fallout camera crew. The fans in the arena cheer for the Canadian duo of John and Victoria. The young Strader stands to her Uncle’s right as she finishes locking his kutte up in her locker. Miss Ward doesn’t wait as she breaks into full interviewer mode.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Crystal here with Prime Qualifier John Nash Strader and his niece, ‘Queen Vee’ Victoria Strader. John, how are you feeling after being drafted to Proving Ground, tearing up those contracts and getting signed to Fallout before you could even get out of the building?

JOHN STRADER: It’s like I said on Monday, this brand? This type of excitement every time I compete? It’s exactly what I wanted, and the higher-ups will be happy as the fans will spend their hard-earned money on our product. It’s a win-win.

The fans homegrown fans give Strader a cheap pop with his fan ball stroking, but you can’t blame him; it is his countrymen, after all.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: You face Pyro in a match that his in his wheelhouse, and if it is true what you say about being the one to suggest it to the General Manager, some might call you crazy! How are you preparing, and how do you respond to that?

JOHN STRADER: Without knowing it, I goaded Indy Darling into a match that was in his wheelhouse without knowing it was, and I lost, so this time I hope to take advantage of a man’s lust for fire. As far as preparing goes, I gave my kutte to Victoria to watch after, and I am going about this match like any other match. Watch the tapes, do my workout, tape up my fists, and heading down to that ring to get paid to hurt someone, and when I win, I will end up getting paid more. I do love those payouts on headlining matches.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: So is it all about the money?

JOHN STRADER: Not at all, it’s about cementing a Strader legacy that is my own, and I want it to be one who hurts whoever stands in his way; I just so happened to get paid to do it.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: And how are you feeling after not being to get your first win yet here in Project: Honor?

VICTORIA STRADER: It is what is, I learn something every time I go out for a match, whether it’s an abandoned town or a ring in an arena, and I will take what I learn, and eventually, through hard work, I will get that win. I had hoped to get my first win in front of my homegrown fans; it just wasn’t meant to be tonight.

JOHN STRADER: You did good, kid. You are twenty years old and holding your own with veterans and journeymen. You are only going to get better. You know Alyssa, you could have a bit more tact, couldn’t ya?

ALYSSA NGUYEN: I meant no disrespect, John!

VICTORIA STRADER: yeah, it’s ok Unc. Is it part of the game, right?

John nods in agreement. Now he bids us farewell until his match.

JOHN STRADER: Now if you ladies will excuse me, I am going to set a sociopath on fire; wish me luck!

The fans give a roaring cheer of approval for the Canadian Outlaw. Alyssa looks over at Victoria.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Thanks for the save.

VICTORIA STRADER: Don’t mention it. Maybe you could buy me a drink? I know a great place on the West Island…

Alyssa blushes as we go back to ringside to our commentary team.

ALARA ADAMS: That’s going to be a real barn-burner, Kayden!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Weak pun, but yes, I am looking forward to it! Hopefully, the security and referees will have the fire extinguishers ready before I am sure I don’t want to smell burning flesh!

ALARA ADAMS: Ugh, or hair! Didn’t Strader talk about setting his hair or underwear on fire?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Gives ‘flaming cases of herpes’ a whole new meaning!

ALARA ADAMS: Ew, Kayden. Ew.




Earlier in the broadcast, a cryptic vignette appeared and just as before, it again happens. On a Black screen, an image of a Red circle drawn around a Pentagram with a large White Left palm print in the center, is seen glitching as if interfering with the show’s production. As the image disappears (although you the reader still see this), what is then seen is giant letters of a name begins to type onto the screen.








As we go to the ring, we see that Winston Winfield has taken control of the house microphone as Dick Dale’s “Misirlou” begins to play.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh boy...here we go again.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Goddamn right, motherfucker.

ALARA ADAMS: Seriously? How about showing a little professionalism, Kayden?

WINSTON WINFIELD: Ladies and gentlemen, it is once again time to welcome your favorite motherfucker in Project: Honor to the ring. It fills me with great pride to present a man who needs no introduction, yet I will be introducing him nonetheless. Hailing from Detroit, Michigan and currently residing on the open road, he stands at six foot three inches, with an additional two inches of luscious curls on top of his head. He fills that impressive frame with a lean yet chiseled two hundred and thirty pounds of street smarts and sophisticated charm. He is a man that goes by many names. He is The Weatherman...he is The Shepherd of Lost Souls...he is Rock Johnson’s wet dream and worst nightmare rolled into one delicious chocolate package...he is the Bad Mother Fucker…”Furious”...Julius...Fairweather!!!

With a glistening white smile, the man himself walks onto the stage, nodding his head and pointing at the fans cheering his arrival. Julius then struts toward the ring with all the smooth grace and street jive of a 70’s pimp, handing out the occasional fist bump to some lucky fans. He steps between the ropes and meets his ring announcer with a complicated exchange of well-rehearsed fist bumps, before taking the microphone to address the audience.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What’s up my motherfuckers? How about this motherfucking debut of Fallout? Am I right?

Julius lowers the mic and pauses a moment to allow the fans to react before eventually continuing to address them.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now, you all know who I am and how this is gonna go, but before we can get into our little game, Rock Johnson personally asked me to present you all with a very special public apology for my actions at Unbreakable Resolution.

The crowd boos at the suggestion that Fairweather is being forced to apologize, but he is quick to ease their concerns.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Calm down, motherfuckers! He didn’t say one goddamn word about my language, so as far as that goes, we cool. Now what he does want me to apologize for, is knocking ol’ fat boy Brad on his pasty white ass. So with that in mind, Brad...motherfucker...on behalf of myself and Project motherfucking Honor, I am sorry that you got your big, white ass knocked out live on pay per view.

The crowd responds with cheers and laughter, but Julius doesn’t give them long to enjoy themselves.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now on with the motherfucking show! I don’t need just one, but I need two goddamn volunteers from this fine motherfucking audience to get their asses in the ring and play a little trivia game with The Weatherman!

ALARA ADAMS: I think we should keep our hands down for this one…

KAYDEN ELLIS: You think?!

Despite what happened to Julius’ volunteer at Unbreakable Resolution, a great number of hands shoot into the air as the fans compete for the opportunity to get inside the ring and on television.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now that’s what I like to see! Unfortunately, Project motherfucking Honor wants to make sure I don’t discriminate, so all middle-aged, overweight, balding motherfuckers need to sit their asses right back down!

Upon stating that rule, Julius loses about 65% of his volunteers, but he still has plenty to choose from. He moves to one side of the ring, where a pair of frat boys are begging to be chosen. One of them is wearing an Aiden Reynolds baseball cap and the other has on a Reynolds jersey.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well, well, well...what do we have here? Haven’t you preppy mother fuckers heard about the goddamn dingos eating the mother fucking babies? Sit your vegemite eating asses down, mother fuckers! That dickerydoo motherfucker ain’t even on Fallout!

Julius shakes his head out of frustration as he makes his way to another side of the ring. He suddenly stops and sports a huge grin when he notices a pair of buxom blondes in the front row, both of which are dressed in identical Big Drip tank tops.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: M-m-mmm! There ain’t nothing I like more than a good set of twins. Everybody give a warm mother fucking welcome to Bambi and Candy, the only women capable of making Yung Sauce look tasty to me! Now I can’t have you ladies as my contestants tonight because those hip motherfuckers aren’t on Fallout either, but if you meet me after the show I promise to turn those big drips into mother fucking gushers, if you know what I’m sayin’.

The twins seem content with Julius’ response as he then moves to a third side of the ring, a father and son duo in the front row catching his eye.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now that’s the kind of mother fucking shit I like to see on goddamn family program! Somebody get captain suburbia and his wife’s love child in my ring!

One of the ringside attendants unfastens the guardrail and ushers the father and son into the ringside area. While the kid is no more than 10 years old and clearly not a threat should Julius get furious, the father looks to be in peak physical condition. The pair eventually enter the ring and join Julius in the middle.

ALARA ADAMS: He’ll surely tone down the language with a kid in the ring…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah...we’ll see about that.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Welcome to Proving Ground, motherfuckers! And just who might you be, little boy?

Julius leans down and holds the microphone up to the child.

CARL: My name is Carl and my dad is Big Rick.

Julius stands back up and leans backwards, his eyes open wide with fake concern.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Ooooh. Big bad motherfucking Rick! Well I had better mind my goddamn manners. So tell me Carrrrrl, what brings you and your daddy here tonight?

CARL: Daddy’s been out of work for awhile and mom left town for milk a few months ago. Someone at the radio station felt bad for us and gave us free tickets to the show.

Julius nods his head to his deep appreciation for the situation the father and son have found themselves in.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What can I say? Shit’s tough all over, but this ain’t the mother fucking Ellen show! This is Julius Fairweather’s “Project Trivia”, and not only that, I have a very special episode planned for tonight! You see, I’m gonna have my boy Winston throw pictures of some major league booty up on the great big video screen, and it’s gonna be your motherfucking job to name which wrestling superstar that ass belongs to!

Upon explaining the game, Julius is interrupted as Big Rick steps forward.

BIG RICK: Man, my kid’s only 9. I’m not sure that’s an appropriate…

Suddenly, Julius spins toward Big Rick and gives him the wide-eyed death stare.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing!

He holds the stare for a few moments until Big Rick takes a step back, then Julius gets on one knee to better help little Carl with the game.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Ok, Caaarrrrl. I like to call this version of my game “It’s Your Duty, To Name That Booty”. Are you ready to play?

CARL: Yeah!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well then Winston, show us that booty!

The super-sized video screen comes to life, presenting a secretly snapped picture of a well-toned feminine backside in a simple pair of denim pants. As a further clue, a hint of blonde hair can be seen. Little Carl stares up at the booty for a few seconds before finally nodding his head.

CARL: Is that Victoria Strader?

Julius has a look of pure astonishment on his face following the boy’s answer.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well I’ll be goddamned! You are a smart little motherfucker! That is indeed Victoria Strader! How did a little shit like you figure that out so goddamn fast?

CARL: She’s on a motorcycle.

Julius looks back at the screen and begins to nod slowly.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Huh. Goddamn. For a minute there I was gonna adopt you, motherfucker. Anyway, you’re right and it’s time to look at some more cheeky goodness! Winston...show us dat ass!

This time the backside that appears on the screen is much larger and is clad in a pair of unflattering navy blue shorts. The ass is so large and misshapen, that it forces Julius to scrunch his face in disgust. Carl, however, is not deterred.

CARL: Hey! That’s Pat the Postman! I love Pat the Postman! He’s my favorite!

Sure enough, the picture zooms out to reveal that it is indeed Pat the Postman. Julius does not seem impressed.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well, you’re two for two, but you know who else loves the mailman? Your ho of a momma, that’s who!

BIG RICK: Hey man, that’s enough…

Julius shoots up to a standing position as Rick approaches, his hand resting on little Carl’s shoulder..

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Motherfucker! I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger if you interrupt my motherfucking gameshow again!

With Julius’ hand on his son’s shoulder, Big Rick decides to back off once again. Still watching Rick out of the corner of his eye, Julius kneels back down to Carl’s level.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now then, Winston, show us our third and final booty!

The giant video screen changes for the last time, and upon it we see the well-toned and oiled ass of an African American man wearing nothing but a black thong. As this happens, Julius gets a huge grin and nods his head in approval. Meanwhile, Carl looks back and forth from the screen to his host, before finally giving his answer.

CARL: Is that you?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You’re goddamn right it is! That right there is one fine motherfucking booty! Now I don’t venture to that side of the neighborhood, but even I’d be tempted for a smoked ham like that one! Congratulations Carl! You correctly named all the asses! You have honored your family name in front of all these fine motherfuckers!

The crowd cheers in support of the little boy, as Julius stands up and turns to face Big Rick.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: But we’re not quite done yet, cause it’s your turn big daddy. Your son just played one hell of a game, but it is now your job to choose which of those three fine booties you would pick above the other two. I know it’s difficult...I know what you’re thinking...but you can only choose one you cheeky motherfucker!

Big Rick glances up at the three butts on the screen and then turns back to Julius, a pleading look on his disappointed face.

BIG RICK: Aw c’mon man, don’t make me do this….

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What’s a matter, motherfucker? You got something against the rear view?

BIG RICK: No, it’s just...I know what you want me to say but…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I didn’t ask for a debate, I told you to pick...your...ass!

Worried for his son’s safety being in such close proximity to the volatile man, Big Rick ultimate makes his decision.

BIG RICK: It’s yours, Julius. I pick your ass.

As the crowd pops, Julius holds a blank look on his face. He then glances up to the screen and then slowly back to Big Rick. Finally, he kneels back down beside Little Carl.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I hope you learned something important today, my little motherfucker. And that lesson is to never...ever...give in to peer pressure.

Suddenly, Julius rockets upwards, landing a hard right uppercut underneath Big Rick’s jaw. All it takes is one punch to drop the single dad to the canvas, much to the shocked dismay of his son.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: How in the motherfucking pits of hell could you choose my ass over Victoria Strader’s, you twisted motherfucker?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: One shot! Fairweather with the knock-out punch![/div][/span]

ALARA ADAMS: Oh lord, we are so getting sued and it's only our first episode...

Just then, Julius notices a group of Fallout security rushing to ringside. He glances down at the distraught Carl before deciding to immediately close his segment.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: And that’s all the time for this week, motherfuckers! Stay tuned to Fallout, cause my black ass is gonna be shaking on your TV screens again, very motherfucking soon!

With that, Julius tosses the microphone over the top rope and rushes to the opposite side of the ring as security rush into the ring. He leaps over the top rope and lands on the floor with perfect balance, before hurtling the guardrail and disappearing into the crowd, just like he did at Unbreakable Resolution.



We cut to the back where we see Christian DeMarco sitting in a make-shift office. He sits at a folding table with a notebook and pen on it, the Project: Honor and Fallout logos printed on paper and hung up behind him.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: HELLO all my Fallout friends. Have you enjoyed the show so far? I know I have.

A wicked smile crosses his lips.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But enough with the silly little chit-chat, right? Let’s get down to the nuts and bolts of the situation...Project: Honor Presents: The Crowning.

Fans can be heard cheering loudly.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So there are multiple little things that will be happening at The Crowning and we can save the goodie-goodies their little announcement for their show. But tonight? TONIGHT I get to announce how Fallout will be involved.

Christian grabs the notebook, opens it, turns it sideways, then turns it towards the camera. The words “TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDER MATCH”.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Four teams will participate in this little fun match-up, two from each brand. Of course there is more involved in the match...but we can leave the details to our happy little elf on Proving Ground. But as for Fallout...Sports Entertainment Xpress, Two Toned Mafia, and Insidious will be representing the green brand. And representing they SHALL!

Christian reaches over with his free hand and turns the page, revealing “Ascension Championship Match”.

The fans’s explode in the arena.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Daniel Horror, Amber Payne, Zack Tyler, and Eli Atlas will compete against each other, with the Ascension Championship on the line. But this is a Fallout special match...so we can’t just have any ol’ slap-fight, can we? No. We will have a fifteen-minute Hardcore Battle Royal!!! These four will go at it and the first one to get the pinfall will be considered the ‘star’ of the match for that moment. Then until the timer is up, each of them will compete to pin that ‘star’...the ‘star’ designation changing hands with every pin...over and over...again and again...this-one pinning that-one...that-one pinning this-one. And then when that timer chimes and the match is over...the person who at that moment is considered the ‘star’, will get an upgrade. They will be deemed the FIRST EVER FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPION!!!

CROWD:FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT!

Christian turns the page without looking, revealing the words “Prime Championship Match”.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now after those last two matches...we KNOW who is going to be in this match. We watched Drago Santiago take out Contessa Floran...and we watched John Nash Strader take out Pyro. But with Drago and JNS standing before us...ready to put that Prime Title around their waste...you know we just can’t HAND it to them. Oh no...OH DEFI-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT. This...this will be a match I will call a Love Hurts Match. And I know you are all wanting to know what that is, right?

A slight pause for drama.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: It will be Valentine’s Day after-all, right? So a Love Hurts match consists of…

Christian opens his mouth to continue speaking, but stops and smiles, revealing the missing tooth in his top row of teeth.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Did you honestly think I’m going to just blurt out what the rules will be? Or do you think I’m going to make you turn in to watch that match to see what it’s all about? I do quite enjoy being a little cock-tease sometimes...even if I’m not pretty enough to be one.

Without a pause, Christian turns the page in the notebook. The words on the paper are now ‘TYRANT CROWNING’

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: As not to take too much fun away from our juul-puffing little friend on PG, I’ll save the explanation for him...but I will announce which Fallout roster members are participating. AND THOSE MEMBERS ARE...Pyro, Julius Fairweather, Bruce McLeod, Kayla Richards, Kallie Reznik, Victoria Nash Strader, Jason Long, and Kasey Winterborn. We have an opportunity to force that blue brand to look up to us. If any of you pull this off, you will be rewarded greatly...both officially from Rock Johnson and Project: Honor itself...and un-officially from me. I’ll find a way to give you your darkest desire...or at least something equivalent.

His regular smile perks up in the corner of his mouth, giving it a devilish look.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Then finally…

With one last flick of the wrist, DeMarco turns the page to reveal the words “LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP”

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Not much to say...some whiner from Proving Ground...Mr. Hair from Proving Ground...and some nobody from Proving Ground to take on my the beautiful British Raven, Elena DeDraca...and either I get to complete my MURDER…

Bad dad joke.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...with Matthew Knox or the apple of many female fans’ eye, Dex Griffin. That all depends on what happens next. SO...with that being said, why don’t we finish our little show with a bang. Sound good to you?

Fans pop loudly.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Sounds good to me!

Christian folds his notebook up and places it on the table.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Let’s get on with this nightcap, shall we?

The image of the Fallout General Manager slowly fades out back to ringside.





ALARA ADAMS: Christian DeMarco has just informed us, breaking from tradition, the following scaffold match will have no tables in the ring to break any possible fall from the scaffolding.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Also due to a malfunction with some of the extinguishers out here for the inferno match, the scaffolding has been soaked in water and foam… this is gonna be fucking great!!

The percussion and claps of Tom Wait’s “Hell Broke Luce” assaults the arena sound system, the lights go out as the fans pop. A series of strobe lights begin flashing by the entry curtain as the lights begin lifting a dull blue

I had a good home but I left
I had a good home but I left, right, left
That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf
A Humvee mechanic put his Kevlar on wrong
I guarantee you'll meet up with a suicide bomb

Hell broke luce

Hell broke luce

A single pyro goes off, and Matt Knox appears, seemingly from within it. He’s adorned in ring pants, a sleeveless hoodie with the hood drawn up. His arms are stretched out to the side, head bowed, he lifts it slowly as the fans roar and he begins making his way down to the ring, slapping outstretched hands along the way as the angry, gravely voice continues it’s furious serenade.

Big fucking ditches in the middle of the road
You pay a hundred dollars just for fillin' in the hole
Listen to the general every goddamn word
How many ways can you polish up a turd
Left, right, left, left, right
Left, right

Knox slides into the ring, charging a corner and leaping upon the second rope, raising his arms and roaring back to the audience, before leaping from them and running to the opposite corner, repeating the motions before dropping onto the mat, and heading to a corner, kneeling down and crossing himself, before turning and awaiting his opponent and discarding the hoodie as the Chorus barks out thrice more..

Hell broke luce

Hell broke luce

Hell broke luce

CLARA OLSON: In the ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty four pounds… MATTHEW”THE RAVEN”KNOX!!

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 exact 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.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds… “THE PERFECT DISASTER” DEX GRIFFIN!!

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 and 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.

ALARA ADAMS: This could be brutal.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The whole damn reason for fallout to exist.

Both Knox and Griffin have a few words for each other – a few final words as it may. Both men listening when spoken to, but neither of them backing down when it is their turn to talk. In the end, what is said between them is only known by those two men as they nod to each other and head to their respective corners. With a collective gasp, and all eyes on the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

At first bell, Knox and Griffin both make their way over to the scaffolding on opposite ends and begin ascending it in a race for the high ground!

Knox seems to be winning the race on his side of the scaffolding, but that is until Griffin decides to kick his legs through the bars and to swing himself over onto Matt's side, just on the inside of the framework where Knox is on the outside. Griffin reaches through and grabs Knox's ankle – the wet bars hard to keep traction on – so Griffin is able to yank Knox right down to his level as they stand about eight feet above the ring. Knox just manages to catch himself, but Griffin throws a haymaker through the bars that catches Knox on the jawline which has him swaying precariously over the west side of the ring. Dex tries to throw another haymaker but this time Knox swings himself to the side safely. Dex cocks back for a third haymaker but this time Matt swings himself upward and delivers a feint kick to the side of his opponents head, which slumps him forward and has him draped through the bars. Knox grabs Griffins's head and pulls it up before slamming his forehead down on the iron bar. Griffin's head bounces and whiplashes him backward, causing him to fall through the middle portion of the scaffolding, hitting a crossbar on the way down to break his fall. Griffin's leg kicks Matt's leg out in the process, causing Knox to fall down and hit his forehead on the bar before toppling back, landing high and tight on his shoulders after a bad six foot fall. Both men sit up relatively quickly for what they had just been through, and both men are checking their foreheads for blood.

ALARA ADAMS: Both busted open early.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’ve had worse paper cuts for christ sake.

It is indeed true that both Matt and Dex are already busted wide open at the forehead. Griffin spins around the bars at the base and uses them to do a modified dropkick that catches Knox in the side of the midsection. Knox clutches his kidney, that gives Dex a free shot with another haymaker to the cut on Matt's forehead which staggers him back into the northwest corner of the ring. Griffin charges in with a strong back elbow and follows up by laying the boots to Matt Knox. Boos ring out from the fans as Dex uses the bottom of his boot to choke the life out of his opponent. Griffin releases the choke after what would have been about a seven count, and goes to pull Knox up from the corner. Knox responds by grabbing the front of Dex’s waistband and yanks him down causing him to smash his forehead on the middle turnbuckle pad.

ALARA ADAMS: These two have set the tone, we expected brutal and are clearly going to get it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is nothing yet.

Matt pushes Griffin off to pull himself back up to his feet. Then hops up and seats himself on the top while planting his boots on the middle rope. Matt looks like he's going to scale the ropes when suddenly the bloodied Dex Griffin turns and pops off with a stiff forearm strike that nearly sends Knox to the floor. Matt, reeling on the top rope, sways as Dex now works to scale the ropes as well. Griffin quickly hooks the arm over his head and pulls Knox up for a superplex! But knox punches his way free of the vertical hold. Matt headbutts Dex, the gash on Knox’s forehead smashing against the one on Griffin, Knox shoves Dex off the ropes. Dex lands on his feet, but with his back turned. Matt pulls himself back up onto the top rope, and waits for his opponent to turn. Matt jumps but Griffin catches him and turns it into a powerslam that slams Knox’s back against the west side legs of the scaffold!!!

“Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!”

KAYDEN ELLIS: OUCH!!

Even for as solid of a structure as this match called for the scaffolding to be, The scaffold sways ominously and for a moment seems like it's going to collapse onto the crowd. Luckily, however, Knox is the only one to be hurt in the exchange. Dex slides over and begins to rain down on him with a furious series of mounted punches and elbows, all aimed at the gash that has opened up on his rivals forehead. Matt is starting to wear the proverbial crimson mask.

ALARA ADAMS: These two are not wrestling, this is a damn fight!!

Dex stands upright and senses that he's in full control. He goes over to his corner of the ring and looks for the kendo stick he’d made sure would be there, procuring it for his own diabolical use. Dex returns but by the time he does, Knox is up to one knee. Griffin cocks the stick back and swings it like a baseball bat, Matt ducks and rolls through while the kendo stick comes in solid contact with the scaffold. Dex turns but is hit with a codebreaker by Matt, the recoil of which sends Griffin back against the scaffolding itself. Knox wills himself back up to a vertical base, and cinches in a waist lock before spinning around. Matt pops his hips and slams Dex into the side of the scaffolding with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, Dex hits forehead first on the metal before falling down to the canvas awkwardly. Dex Griffin lies beneath the scaffolding, a twisted and bloody mess.

ALARA ADAMS: This is Fallout’s first main event… and it’s warming up to be damn special.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think Dex and Matt have decided they will either win tonight or die trying.

Knox hits Dex with a harsh boot to the gut, and then hoists him up on his shoulders. With wobbly legs, he carries Griffin on his shoulders to the ropes nearest the hard ground, and nails a modified death valley driver onto the hard ground below! Dex’s spine thuds against that hard ground echoing a cracking noise around the arena! But the move also causes Knox to lose his footing and fall into a mush on the outside directly next to his opponents body. Dex Griffin is showing some serious signs of damage from the impact to his back and Knox is once more, appearing entirely out of energy.

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

ALARA ADAMS: The fans are loving this.

KAYDEN ELLIS: These people cheered for Arik Holt earlier in the night… I wouldn’t suggest their reactions or opinions are overly valid.

Knox begins to roll here and there, he is still indeed in the fight. Dex is putting pressure on his back moaning in discomfort. Relying on the roar of the crowd and any adrenaline he can get from it, Knox slumps himself to his knees, and then little by little brings himself back up to his feet by digging into the ground and regaining a neutral stance. Once he feels stable, he gets his hands on the still downed Dex Griffin, grabs him and begins dragging Dex over to the nearest brick wall which is near the ramp. After some struggle and pushing through the pain of using his pained muscles to move the hefty Griffin, he successfully gets him there, Griffin appears dazed, Knox shoves another boot into his opponents stomach, swirls around to the back of Dex and tries to nail the downfall into the brick wall.

ALARA ADAMS: Dex trying something brutal.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Have these men forgotten how to win a damn scaffold match? Get up there and throw the other guy off… simples!! Don’t need this other stuff.

Griffin counters with a back elbow to the busted open head of Matt Knox! Knox loses his grip, Dex nails Matt with a boot to Matt's mid section after regaining control....

ALARA ADAMS: Oh shi...

DEX LAUNCHES KNOX INTO THE BRICK WALL WITH A SONG OF THE HUNTED!! THE WALL CRUMBLES INTO A MASS OF BRICKS!! KNOX MIGHT BE DEAD!!

ALARA ADAMS: What the f…

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s official…. KNOX IS FUCKING DEAD!!!

Griffin catches his balance on what's left of the wall preventing himself from going down right with Knox, Knox is nothing but a bag of flesh on the floor.

KAYDEN ELLIS: As great as killing Matt is for Dex… how does he now win this damn match?

There is no reaction from the crowd. A silence blankets the entire arena. A hush and a lull of quiet is all that can be heard at the moment. Dex Griffin taunts the crowd, proud of the massacre he just delivered, but he gets absolutely nothing back, just angry and concerned stares. He laughs under his breath giving no shits about the crowd's response. He then rolls Knox's lifeless body like a barrel back towards the ring. Matt's entire face can no longer be identified or seen, it's caked in blood. Griffin uses the apron to help him get the lifeless body back into the ring. He rolls him to the center of the ring and very slowly gets Matt Knox to his feet and puts him into position for another song of the hunted. WHAT!?! KNOX COUNTERS! KNOX ISN’T DEAD! WITH A GRASPING BREATH KNOX ELBOWS GRIFFIN IN HIS RIB CAGE, SPINS HIM AROUND AND HITS MORBID CORVID RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! The crowd goes absolutely freakin nuts! Both men are down, way, WAY out of it now!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I knew all along that Knox was alive!!

Eventually Griffin squirms his way to the bottom rope and slips out of the ring. Matt remains resting in the same spot on the mat. Dex reaches under the ring half-dead and almost beyond repair, he brings out a ladder. There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd for this. Using what energy he had left, Dex slides the ladder into the ring. He slowly follows it in, with an aching body, Griffin uses the ladder as a crutch and gets to his feet, he then begins to set the ladder up directly under the scaffolding planning to hike up the ladder to the scaffolding. Once he finishes getting the ladder where he wants underneath the scaffolding, he points to Knox and angrily screams at him; "You...and me....we end this. Now." Dex grabs the nape of Matt's neck and lifts him up over his shoulder and almost unbelievably carries him in a fireman's lift. He then proceeds to climb up the ladder with Matt's dangling body over his shoulder, he makes it to the top. He then attempts to lay Matt's body on the scaffolding but as he tries to place him on the scaffolding, Matt comes to! He begins driving forearms into the side of Dex's skull, slowly but surely causing him to stagger but Griffin stays on the rung of the ladder and throws some fists to Matt’s back fending off his defending blows. Eventually Dex stops the struggle with a strong shot which allows both to end up on the scaffolding, once Griffin feels comfortable he lifts Knox to his feet hitting a knee into his abdomen.

ALARA ADAMS: This match has been unreal, I still have no idea who’s gonna win this.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I obviously know but I aint saying!

Knox responds by using the heel of his boot to kick Dex squarely in the face- and this nearly sends him falling twelve feet to the canvas below!

ALARA ADAMS: What more do these two have planned?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Winning? That would be my plan!

Dex somehow manages to hang on. Matt gives up on kicking for a second time, choosing instead to get himself back up to a stable vertical base. Dex pulls himself up the rest of the way, getting up to all fours on the west side of the scaffold as Knox is standing at the east. Knox moves forward and stomps down. Griffin has to fight through and deliver a shot to Matt's midsection just to buy himself enough time and distance to get up as well. With both men on their feet, they begin trading blows as a crowd gasp…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jeez!!!

As the two trade duelling rights and lefts, Griffin cocks back and looks for a huge haymaker. Matt ducks under and hoists him up onto his shoulders – looking for a powerbomb. Dex struggles and drops down on his feet, he headbutts Knox so hard that Matt staggers and nearly falls!!! Somehow he manages to hold on.

The scaffolding becomes what appears to be an old familiar place to the men, as if it is almost like home to them. They both somehow remain balanced up there despite all the beatings they have given each other, both busted open and bloody. They exchange left and rights, both with fading energy, blow after blow, each matched with the other's impact. A right hook to Griffin's left temple, he staggers, but quickly recovers and gets a right hook to Matt's forehead, Knox goes for a left hook to the stomach, he NAILS it, Dex is hunched over, Matt goes for a knee to the skull, but yet again Dex fights back and hits a sneaky tucked headbutt to the gut of Knox.

ALARA ADAMS: Whatever happens next I’m damn sure fallouts medical staff are gonna earn their money tonight.

Matt Knox jumps at Griffin for a last ditch effort and tries to spear him off the scaffolding!!!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Imagine working for the medical team on this damn show!

Dex shoves a boot in Matt's face, catches him mid spear and gets him into position for the edge of the world, Knox breaks free and grabs Dex, Knox nails morbid corvid again, this time into the scaffolding! THE WHOLE DAMN THING SHAKES AND THEN BREAKS APART!!! BOTH MEN CRASH DOWN WITH THE DESTROYED SCAFFOLDING INTO THE RING BELOW!

Dex Griffin hits the canvas first………. MATT KNOX WINS!!!

DING! DING! DING!

“THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!”

KAYDEN ELLIS: DEX GRIFFIN IS NOW THE DEAD ONE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Shit!!! The scaffold failed with the two men on the damn top!!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner...AND HEADING TO THE LEGACY GAUNTLET MATCH AT THE CROWNING...MATTHEW KNOOOOOOOOOXXXX!!!

One of the last images of the night is the medical crew running down to the ring to check on Griffin and Knox.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well that was our first show, folks! I hope you enjoyed it. So from the Ball Center in Montreal, Quebec Canada...this is Kayden Ellis…

ALARA ADAMS: ...and Alara Adams...WE WILL SEE YOU AT THE CROWNING!!!

One final shot of the medical team digging the main event competitors out from the rubble, before we flash to a Project: Honor logo.