PROVING GROUND X 1/29/21

After the logo flashes on the screen, the scene fades into the Scotiabank Arena located in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Blue pyro and smoke light up the stage. “This Is War” by No Resolve starts to play for the SOLD OUT crowd as they are on their feet holding various signs throughout the crowd. The camera pans around to show most of them.

”I’M CROWNING”
“IS DICKIE ALWAYS ON HIS MERIOD”
“ALEX SLAYER CAN SLAY ME”
“OZY OZY OZY”
“HOW MANY TIMES HAS INDY BROKEN HIS NECK POSING FOR PICTURES”

As “This Is War” continues to play at a lower volume, the camera cuts to the announcers at ringside. The crowd stays on their feet.

TREY BOOKER: Welcome back to the TENTH edition of Proving Ground. You know me as Trey Booker alongside my partner-

J.T. PRICE: J.T. Price! THIS IS THE FIRST PROVING GROUND OF THE YEAR AND THE LAST BEFORE THE CROWNING!

TREY BOOKER: That’s right! Callum Walker has a lot to announce later tonight as we don’t really know much about the PPV as of right now.

J.T. PRICE: Before we get too carried away, we have a STACKED card here for you tonight! From a Warrior Rising Championship Match, to determining the final entrant in the Legacy Chamber and just so much more, all in this one arena!

TREY BOOKER: Yeah, we’ll show Fallout why we’re still the #1 show not only on your LIVE TELEVISION now, but also #1 in your hearts.

J.T. PRICE: Shout-out FX, but also stop with the sappiness, let’s get this show on the road!



Away from the loud, raucous crowd of the arena, Emmanuelle is shown preparing for her debut in her native Pacific Palisades, California. The gym is not necessarily rundown but Spartan-like in terms of equipment and decoration. Only a few faded boxing and MMA posters serve as decoration on the walls. The wrestling ring where she is, tucked away in a far-flung corner of the gym, is worn but well-maintained. Her mentor Carlos casually watches as she goes through her traditional dojo workout of squats, bridges and push-ups. She never complains. She never tires out. Over the footage being played, a voice-over of the woman herself can be heard.

EMMANUELLE: Talking is sometimes all people are good for. I've been called everything from no-talent rich girl to the product of a hype machine. Hype, friends, is something that's imagined. Fake. Exaggerated. I am none of those things. I didn't come to Project: Honor to play nice or make new friends. I came here to add to my collection of trophies and title belts and to add a couple of zeroes to my bank account.

She moves to hitting a heavy bag now with kicks powerful enough to make the bag sway pretty violently back and forth.

EMMANUELLE: I'm as strong as any heavyweight, as fast as any luchador, and I'm as savvy as any ring technician you'll ever find. You can give up searching for weaknesses because there are none, pure and simple. Do you want to know more about me? Of course you do, you want to know what makes this little half-Japanese girl from California tick, right? You want to know every little nuance, every detail. Patience. You'll all get to know me soon enough. A lot of you are going to love me. Even more of you are going to hate me. But in the end, you're all going to feel me. And if you're looking to make a name for yourself in the wrestling world...well, you're going to have to come see me.

After a few more exercises and sparring sessions she rests in the ring alone, a towel draped over her shoulders as she stares coldly into the camera.

EMMANUELLE: From now on, Project: Honor is the Platinum Standard. Welcome to the future.



HOLLY PEREZ: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Old Harbour, Alaska, standing at six feet, seven inches and weighing in at three hundred fifty seven pounds… he is the Butcher…. OZYMANDIAS!!

As the slow, creeping sounds of Heilung start to play the lights around the entrance dim down to bare visibility. The drums of the song beat, as small glimpses of a rainstorm can be seen on screen. The stage itself begins to billow out a thick fog, a cold mist curling its way along the platform and down the ramp. Quickly, the stage itself is engulfed in the fog, as much of the ramp is also. A small light shines its weak glow from the entrance, shining against the figure of a man. His silhouette, huge in size against the soft light now moves as he does, down the ramp and through the curtain of mist. He emerges towards the end of the ramp, his form now fully visible… Ozymandias.

TREY BOOKER: After being drafted to Proving Grounds last week, Ozymandias was relatively silent despite the stir a man like him invites. As someone who has seen his work, I know his reputation speaks for itself, but he does his talking in the ring and every word matters.

J.T. PRICE: Listen. Listen. We could list off resumes and we could talk about accomplishments, but this is one of those opportunities where neither of us have to do a thing but kick back with a box of popcorn. Destruction follows Ozymandias.

He pauses before the ring, staring into the squared-cage before slowly removing his jacket and placing it under the apron. He stands upright, cracks his neck in both directions then power-squats onto the apron, before entering through the ropes.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his opponent, hailing from Canada, standing at seven feet tall, weighing in at four hundred sixty nine pounds.... PAT THE POOOOOOSTMAN!

To the Pat the Postman theme (remix), Pat steps onto the entrance ramp and waves to his fans! He gives out high fives from fans reaching out on his way to the ring.

TREY BOOKER: Unconventional doesn’t even begin to describe him. Gravity doesn’t confine him. Pat the Postman is a complete enigma, but he’s got wins under his belt and if the rumors are true, gold in his future.

J.T. PRICE: Yes - when wrestlers use these aerial techniques with numbers in them, it’s usually for the number of degrees they flip to build power on their way down - in his case, it’s his weight. Watch in disbelief if you want, and you’ll be another person in a crater in the ring after he blotted on the sun.

DINGDINGDING

The bell rings, and the Butcher of Reine tries carving into Pat the Postman’s chest with an absolutely wicked clothesline as his cleaver, but Pat’s just able to duck the blow and raise hands up to protect a blow to the chest knocking the big man back. Ozy’s hands wrap around Pat’s torso and he takes a few steps to get power into his biel toss attempt, but Pat punches Ozy’s hands away and all Ozy can do is get the 450 pound man off his feet before being forced to drop him. Another clubbing blow, but Pat raises his foot to block by kicking Ozy’s wrist, and follows up with two roundhouse kicks to pepper Ozy’s side! Then a stiff straight kick, forcing the Butcher back a step! Ozy roars forward with a lariat aimed to kill, but Pat ducks underneath and on the rebound, sends the Butcher to the ground with a running headscissors!

While Ozy’s getting back to his feet after getting his momentum returned to sender, Pat tries to seize the moment by surging off the ropes to get more power into his technique, and leaves the ground! Handspring as he rebounds off the ropes, Pat the Postman shoots back with a handspring back elbow as he crashes into Ozy!

Unfortunately for Pat, the crashing of two monster trucks of men doesn’t bowl Ozy over! He stands, grasp clinging around the Postman, hands locking at Pat’s waist, and with a grunt and one hell of an effort, Pat’s slammed into the mat, belly-to-back suplex landing with a loud thud!

J.T. PRICE: Was that one of the first times we saw someone take Pat off his feet?

TREY BOOKER: Hopefully Ozy lightens up. We can’t get through the show if we don’t have a ring!

Landing near a turnbuckle and favoring his back, Pat stares in disbelief at the slam, but Ozymandias doesn’t miss the rhythm. The Butcher’s boots hammer into the Postman’s torso until the referee breaks between the fighters after the count of five, ending with a pained Pat the Postman rolling to the apron tending to his wounds, and Ozymandias hot on his trail. When Ozymandias tries hoisting the Postman up to he can knock him down again, Pat wraps an arm around the back of Ozy’s head and drops to a seated position, to drop Ozy’s into the ropes, neck first! Still, breathless, the Butcher’s persistent as ever despite dropping back, as he charges forward in time to meet Pat’s shoulder ramming into his gut! With fans cheering behind him, Pat takes to the skies! He jumps to the top rope! Springboard frankensteiner! Despite being a powerhouse, the Butcher’s flipped to the ground to a fanbase roaring for their Postal delivery hero!

Finally with a chance to breathe and some space in this match, Pat’s making the most out of it with a running body splash interrupting Ozy standing, and Ozy goes down - no, he rolls through the move! Catching Pat the Postman, Ozymandias climbs from his knees with his vice grip around the Postman’s body, and starts attempting to lift the mail delivery giant as he rises to his feet like a man possessed, but Pat’s rocking and twisting finally takes his opponent off balance, and he uses an impromptu headlock takedown to take advantage of Ozy’s missed opportunity.

But Pat doesn’t revel in it, he ain’t done! A rolling senton across Ozy ends with Pat standing, and circling his I with a twisting moonsault across Ozymandias’ chest! Explosive pop from the crowd at the sheer impact, and Pat makes the cover!

1..

Kickout!

TREY BOOKER: After a four-hundred sixty pound moonsault, Ozymandias kicks out!

Call it habit, but after two big moves in a row, Pat’s looking to the turnbuckle - it’s habit for his opponent’s to be gasping for air after he takes their breath away, but tradition is thrown out of the window when the Butcher of Reine’s looking across the ring at you. Pat tries hoisting Ozymandias up, and after a bit of a battle of strength, manages to irish whip Ozymandias sheerly from the hundred pound weight difference working in his favor. The Postman is a mailing professional unchained as he splashes into Ozy, and tucks Ozymandias’ head underneath his arm as he looks for the bulldog, only to get shoved away before he can drill Ozy’s head into the ground. Unwilling to leave the delivery incomplete, Pat turns around with punches at Ozymandias’ skull, and to land three in succession before Ozy twists around and buries his boot in Pat the Postman’s gut with a soul-snatching spinning back kick catching Pat completely off guard! Holding his stomach and crouched down, Pat’s down! Ozymandias praises the Sunken God by sinking his fists, over and over, like a pickax carving into stone, into Pat’s back to keep him in place - and the medicine tastes bitter when the postman gets a taste of his own, as Ozymandias steps back and bursts forward, with a knee thrusting forward and smashing into Pat the Postman’s visage! The Postman’s crumbled between the force of the kick and the ropes breaking his fall backwards and catching him, but there’s no peace in R’lyeh for the damned - The Butcher’s bicycle kick snaps Pat’s head back violently, and leaves him unmoving as he’s launched from the ring and left beaten on the floor!

J.T. PRICE: Maybe I outta’ put a good ENT doctor’s card in an envelope because another kick like that and Pat’s next opponent is gonna’ be Tinnitus.

TREY BOOKER: Ozy doesn’t waste a movement, and when he hits, if I said he’s putting his back into it, that’s putting it lightly.

1!

2!

3!

Be it the applause, the stomping of feet, the yelling from his loyal fanbase, or even just freakin luck, Pat starts showing signs of life, holding his forehead and trying to shake off the static buzzing through his head.

4!

5!

6!

Pat’s on hands and knees, but he’s dragging himself to ringside, and a hand on ring curtain helps him start getting his legs underneath him.

7!

8!

Security be damned - Pat puts both arms on the curtain and lets Jesus take the wheel, electing to just throw himself into the ring the second the option presents itself.

TREY BOOKER: The Postman is in! The Postman is in!

J.T. PRICE: No, the Postman is dead.

Having the ability to get into the ring and having the ability to defend oneself are completely different - Pat beats the count, but within seconds, Ozymandias got his fangs into his prey. Hoisted up by his throat, Ozymandias’ arms wrap around Pat’s sides and lock at his back to secure his grip and make sure there’s nowhere to go but up - Pat’s fists hammer across Ozy’s back as he yells, he squirms, he kicks, but there’s nothing he can do - the Arms of Azathoth ensnare their victim, and Pat’s body gets crushed by Ozymandias’ destructive, thrashing bearhug!

The Postman struggles, just like every other of this technique’s victims do before it’s too late. Pat’s size keeps him grounded, fortunately for him as enough squeezing and clenching leaves the delivery worker completely red in the face as he struggles to breathe, but every time he even begins to sink to the ground out of an advantageous position for Ozymandias, he’s hoisted right back up, straight off his feet, so the back-breaking assault can do as it’s meant. Eventually, his hands fall… then his head slumps… then his body starts resembling a wet noodle more than it resembles a representative of the world’s finest postal service.. The moment the thrashing and ragdolling ends, the referee reaches for Pat’s wrist, and lifts it up.

Pat’s wrist falls like dead weight.

J.T. PRICE: Come on Pat! Wake up!

TREY BOOKER: Oh, if he was awake and smart, he’d just stay down. Rather lose by submission knockout than lose when Ozymandias is finished with you.

Another lift.

Pat’s wrist starts to fall, but he manages to clench his fist and slowly lift it firmly! As if alerted by the celebration among the PH faithful, Ozymandias’ tosses Pat the Postman around almost enough to bowl the referee over, while Pat starts slanging’ fists like he’s serving knuckle sandwiches for dinner! Ozy relents - that is, until Pat raises both hands and ear-claps his assailant! Equilibrium ruined, Ozymandias drops his kill! Still beet red, Pat flumphs to the ground desperately gasping for air, arms defensively over his ribs, at least, until Ozy reaches for him - at which point, hands wrap around Ozy’s head, and send his chin into the top of Pat’s head! Jawbreaker, sent and signed for!

Pat’s climb to his feet more resembles a man dragging himself out of sheer willpower, but Ozy’s down to a knee clutching his jaw… so Pat shoots his shot - a roundhouse kick crashes into Ozymandias’ powerful chest! Then another! Another! Another kick hits home, only for Ozymandias to wrap his clutches around the limb, eyes drilling holes into Pat making it clear he’s holding the limb because he’s going to take it away - only for Pat to jump, enziguri just barely missing, but Pat catches himself! Spinning back kick across Ozy’s jaw, and the Butcher is knocked onto his back! Postman Pat makes the cover!

1!

2!

Kickout!

Ozymandias throws his shoulder up violently, despite the man atop him, much to Pat’s chagrin as the man won’t stay down! Postman Pat stops for a second to hear the roar of the crowd, calming him and keeping his head on straight, as he drags Ozymandias up to his feet and slings him shoulder first into the steel post of the ring!

Pat then raises both hands to mass approval, and despite the pain shooting through his spine like needles, he fights through the pain and backpeddles before running to the corner… Pix Pone Pine, Pat’s tiger feint kick, connects and knocks Ozymandias to the ground!

TREY BOOKER: TALK ABOUT IMPROMPTU! Throwing his opponent into the steel pole to keep them in place long enough for the Pix Pone Pine!

J.T. PRICE: Pat the Postman express delivery, it’s a blue shell! But is that enough to get the win here?

After landing one of his best blows, Pat steps between the ropes and into the ring - but as if uncertainty is crawling up his spine, he stops in his tracks. He eyes Ozymandias…

Then he looks at the turnbuckle...

And Pat crawls back onto the ring apron! Pat doesn’t have sea legs, but it’s impossible to make the climb up the turnbuckle without damage done in this match catching up to him. By the time Pat’s standing on the top turnbuckle looking for the Post of the Lion, Ozymandias is on him like white on rice swatting his legs aside and prostrating the post man over the turnbuckle while Ozy stares with deadly intent…

One of the Butcher’s hands sinks into Pat’s throat, the other hooks underneath his torso, and Ozymandias raises Pat from the top turnbuckle… arms and legs shaking a little from the sheer weight mean nothing to him.. Ozy plants both feet to cement his foundation and.. And…

To the shook and dismay of the crowd, the commentators, and even the referee, Pat the Postman’s raised above Ozymnaidas’ head, only to be planted by the small of his spine across Ozy’s knee!

J.T. PRICE: WORLD ENDER DID EXACTLY AS ADVERTISED!

Pat’s body thrashes upon the sickening impact, and Ozymandias makes the cover.

1!

2!

3!

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner… OZYMANDIAS!

J.T. PRICE: ...it pains me to say it, but killing the postman is the way to send a message you know every single person with working eyelids received.

TREY BOOKER: I need an icepack just from watching that match - Pat gave it a great effort, but there’s something in the water Pat wasn’t prepared to face.

Ozy raises unceremoniously and allows the referee to raise his hand.




Backstage Dickie Watson and Aiden Reynolds are standing in a nondescript locker room. Dickie is flicking through his phone humming a song under his breath. In the background the Project Honor Grand championship title belt is hanging up on a hook. Aiden is standing to the side of Dickie, staring at his friend. His eyes wide, his nostrils flaring, his jaw clenched.

DICKIE WATSON: ….Wot mate?

Aidens eyes widen more and he shakes his head slowly. Dickie, picking up on the fact his friend and tag team partner wants to say something tries a pre-emptive guess at Aidens issue.

DICKIE WATSON: Look, Aiden…..I….

He puts his phone down and turns side on nto be face to face with hyim. Dickie’s voice lowers a little to a “regular” register.

DICKIE WATSON: You know I have absolutely no issue with you being in the Legacy title match right? Like, bruv, you deserve it, you do. Youre a bloody talented wr-

Aiden’s finger flies upward in Dickie’s face. Dickie takes a step back as Aidens finger wiggles back and forth.

AIDEN REYNOLDS: CULTURAL MISAPPROPRIATION!

Dickie goes to say something, his jaw shakes for a moment before clearing his throat and folding his arms over his chest.

AIDEN REYNOLDS: Mate, I expect that from others, but not you. I’m the Aussie here mate….

Dickie slowly nods, not fully understanding why Aiden is so, cranky at this.

DICKIE WATSON:So, I, Didgeridon’t do it again?

Dickie smirks and Aiden’s eyes widen again and he growls with a quick inhale inwards.

DICKIE WATSON: But seriously, the things I’ve said, you didn’t take that seriously right? I think some people have taken me comments the wrong way and.

AIDEN REYNOLDS: Mate, I know what you meant with everything you’ve said. Cause I’m not an idiot. I don’t care what others have said, they all need to stop being bloody dumb as a kookaburra after a few beers….

DICKIE WATSON: The fuck is a kooka-

AIDEN REYNOLDS: I tell ya mate, you and me? We’re not just one of the best teams in this company, or the wrestling world, we’re also unstoppable as singles stars. We have each others backs, and that will be no different tonight. Eh?

Aiden holds his hand up, Dickie nods slowly and takes it tapping Aiden on the shoulder with a smirk.



"Call me Devil" by Friends in Tokyo hits as Kimberly Chase walks out to a chorus of boos from the crowd, she heads down the ramp and circles the ring before removing her devil horn headpiece and places it on top of the announcer table, then ascends the steel steps and gets in the ring and walks over to the corner turnbuckle where she leans back against it with a grin on her face while she stares at the stage and awaits her opponent. Ramesses follows behind.

HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first… “The Beautiful Mastermind”... KIMBERRLYY CHASEEEEE!!

TREY BOOKER: And here is the Beautiful Mastermind herself, Kimberly Chase!

J.T. PRICE: The queen herself, now this should be an easy match for her!

CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, BUT YOU LOVE ME
LOW-KEY WANNA DATE ME WHEN YOU FUCK ME (UWU)
TOUCH ME WITH THE LIGHTS OFF AND MY CHAINS ON
BABY, I'M NOT THE RIGHT ONE YOU SHOULD WAIT ON

The music begins to play out through the arena as Yung Sauce makes his way out to the arena in the hopes of being a mega star. He smiles and waves to the audience before running to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and heading into the corner.

SAYIN' THAT SHE KNOW ME, I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER AT, THOUGH
AIN'T NO DADDY ISSUES, THEN I WON'T EVEN BOTHER
SHE SAY I KILL HER CAT LIKE I'M LUKA MAGNOTTA
REAL BAD BITCH, PUSSY BALD LIKE SAITAMA

Sauce looks out to the crowd and exits the ring, heading into the crowd to perform some of the most popular TikTok dance moves with the younger audience in the crowd. Signing autographs on shirts, arms, breasts- but is immediately pulled away from the crowd and heads back to the ring.

SHE JUST LOOK INTO MY SOUL WITH THEM SHINIGAMI EYES
COKE IN MY NOSE AND A BLADE ON HER THIGH
MAN, I THINK THIS GIRL IS REALLY TRYNA PLAN MY DEMISE
IT'S THE PUMPKIN PATCH KING WITH THE CORPSE WITH THE RING
AND SHE'D FUCK MY BEST FRIEND IF I DIE HERE TODAY

Sauce then runs back up the ramp and raises his arms up in the air as pyro begins to rain down onto Yung Sauce. He looks frightened and runs back to the ring, escaping from the onslaught of pyrotechnics.

CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, BUT YOU LOVE ME
LOW-KEY WANNA DATE ME WHEN YOU FUCK ME
TOUCH ME WITH THE LIGHTS OFF AND MY CHAINS ON
BABY, I'M NOT THE RIGHT ONE YOU SHOULD WAIT ON

Yung Sauce then stands in the middle of the ring and falls down onto his back as the music fades away and Sauce lays there awaiting his opponent. Lil Petey stands in his corner.

HOLLY PEREZ: And her opponent… Accompanied by Lil Petey… YUNGG SAUUCCEEEE!!

TREY BOOKER: THE SAUCE GOD! Things have been going great for Big Drip Productions recently with their boy T.J. winning the Warrior Rising title. Let's see how things go for Yung Sauce tonight!

J.T. PRICE: Ugh, you can't be serious.. There's no way he's going to win this.

Kimberly stares unamused as Sauce lays there with a red cup in his hand, sipping on that purp drank. Rolling her eyes, she walks toward him and places her hands on her hips. Sauce looks up at her with a bit of a confused expression before offering his cup to her. She stares with disgust, picks it up, and THROWS IT OUT THE RING AT LIL PETET!

TREY BOOKER: Hey, he was getting his party on!

J.T. PRICE: Are you kidding me? This is a WRESTLING match, not the time for that!

LIL PETEY DUCKS AS SAUCE GETS UP! He stared at Kimberly in an offended manner, he asks what’s her problem. She simply slaps him across the face! He stumbles back and holds the side of his jaw in response, THEN HITS HER WITH A DROPKICK THAT SENDS HER FLYING BACK! RAMESSES STARES IN ANGER AS SAUCE BEGINS TO GET PUMPED! KIMBERLY GETS UP WITH RAGE IN HER EYES AND HITS HIM WITH A DROPKICK OF HER OWN!

TREY BOOKER: Some dropkicks thrown between the two!

The Beautiful Mastermind runs the ropes and goes for a running Frankensteiner, the Saucy One catches her and pulls her into a gutwrench waistlock, swings her around- GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB WITH THE STACKUP PIN!

TREY BOOKER: JESUS, WHAT A GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!

J.T. PRICE: THAT'S NOT HOW YOU TREAT A QUEEN!

ONE!- KICKOUT!

SHE THRUSTS HER BODY OUT OF THE PIN! He catches her by the arm and lifts her up again- going for a TIGER DRIVER- She rotates her body around and this time gets the FRANKENSTEINER, SPIKING GENERAL HYPE ON TOP OF HIS HEAD! Lil Petey winces on the outside!

TREY BOOKER: This time she got him with the frankensteiner!

J.T. PRICE: HAH! YEAH, TAKE THAT!

While he’s dazed, she quickly goes to pick up Sauce and pulls him into an inverted facelock choke, the Dragon Sleeper! Sauce thrashes around trying to get out of the hold! Lil Petey bangs his hands on the mat trying to motivate his friend to make it to the ropes! Sauce tries and keeps trying, squirming around to the best of his ability to get out of it! His movements begin to grow lethargic…

TREY BOOKER: HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN'S SCORN! SHE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!

J.T. PRICE: He should just tap out while he has the life in him left!

HE GETS A SUDDEN BURST OF ENERGY AND GETS TO THE ROPES WITH HIS FEET! KIMBERLY HOLDS IT IN JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER BEFORE THE REF FORCES HER TO TO LET GO!

TREY BOOKER: And he makes it to the ropes!

J.T. PRICE: How did that little fuckboy manage that?!

Sauce holds his throat in pain as he looks to the ropes to slowly pull himself up before getting hit WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX THAT SENDS HIM OVER- WAIT HE LANDS ON HIS FEET AND YELLS! AS KIMBERLY TURNS AROUND SHE GETS ABSOLUTELY DECKED WITH A LARIAT THAT CAUSES HER TO BACKFLIP! LIL PETEY CHEERS! Sauce begins backing up into a corner, looking for his signature spear with extra sauce on it- BUT RAMESSES GETS ON THE APRON, DISTRACTING THE REF! Sauce and Petey stare with annoyance, but Kimberly begins moving! Petey gets on the apron and throws a RED CUP OF LEAN AT RAMESSES THAT CAUSES HIM TO TRIP AND FALL OFF! Kimberly quickly goes for a SCHOOLGIRL ROLL UP ON SAUCE!

TREY BOOKER: A DISTRACTION AND CHASE GOES FOR THE ROLLUP!

J.T. PRICE: THERE WE GO, RAMESSES FINALLY DOING HIS JOB! THAT DAMN LIL PETEY!

ONE!

TWO- KICKOUT!

SAUCE BACKS UP AS SHE GETS TO HER FEET, RUNS IN WITH THE MASSIVE SPEAR THAT PLANTS HER BACK FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! BUT HE DOESN’T GO FOR THE PIN!

TREY BOOKER: DON'T SAUCE INSIDE ME!

J.T. PRICE: RAMESSES, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?! STOP SLACKING!

SAUCE PULLS HER UP, DAZED ON HER FEET, HE RUNS TO THE ROPES AND REBOUNDS OFF- RUNNING JUMPING KNEE RIGHT TO THE DOME OF KIMBERLY CHASE, AND HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

TREY BOOKER: LOST IN THE SAUCE! LOST IN THE SAUCE!

J.T. PRICE: NOOOO!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEE!

DING! DING! DING!

"E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE" by CORPSE HUSBAND blasts through the speakers.

HOLLY PEREZ: And your winner… YUNG SAUCE!

TREY BOOKER: Chase did her absolute best but Yung Sauce was on his A-game tonight. A pretty great showing from both!

J.T. PRICE: This is bullshit!

TREY BOOKER: Why are you such a simp? What, are you subscribed to her OnlyFans?

J.T. PRICE: ….Noooooo. *ahem* ANYWAYS, TIME TO MOVE ON!

Lil Petey gets in the ring to quickly help his Hip Brother up. The both of them celebrate as Kimberly’s unconscious body gets pulled out of the ring by Ramesses, who stares at both men with rage as he walks away.







Our scene opens and we see a door labeled ‘Proving Ground General Manager: Callum Walker’. As the picture pans out, we see a man dressed in a black suit standing beside the door. In front of him? Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen, I just want to have a discussion with him. In two weeks we are about to play a twisted version of chess and I want to talk to him about how my King and Queen are going to beat the holy-FUCK out of his trio.

GUARD: I’m sorry, sir. Mr. Walker asked specifically, not to be disturbed.

A sneer crosses the lips of DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well how about you get on your little wanna-be secret service walkie-talkie and tell that old fuck who is outside his door.

GUARD: I’m sorry, Mr. DeMarco, I can’t.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: He just doesn’t want to face me. He knows I speak the truth. He knows that everything I claim about Fallout being leaps and bounds better than Proving Ground, is absolutely true. So you know what? FUCK that old piece of shit.

Christian takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, the sneer melting away. He carefully reaches forward and dusts off the guard’s tie and then begins to straighten it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But why am I yelling at you? Why am I getting mad at you? You are merely doing the job you were hired to do and I should actually thank you.

The tension between the two slowly begins to release. Christian slaps the guard on the shoulder lightly.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But if he decides he wants to leave his little bunker here...let him know I’ll be somewhere, watching the show. Let him know, if you can, that the head spot monkey is looking for him.

GUARD: I can do that, sir.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Thank you, good sir.

Christian turns and takes a few steps away from the guard...before stopping to adjust his own tie. With his face away from the guard, the sneer slowly comes back.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What a dick.

With that being said, he starts to walk away again.



??: Together, we shall write a Big Dripping story…

The shot opens up to the world-famous (allegedly) and world-renowned (again, allegedly) Hip House, just outside of LOCATION as we find ourselves with the members of Project Honor’s “best” stable, Big Drip Productions. The seats are aligned from left to right, stacked in rows that reach to the far wall inside one of the rooms, and in front of all of those seats is a podium, a microphone attached where the camera shot shows us that person standing at the podium- Yung Sauce. In the seats and spaced out apart, Lil Petey on the right-hand side and on the left-hand side, almost in the back, is the Warrior Rising Champion - TJ Thompson. Gerald the giraffe stands behind them in another row.

YUNG SAUCE: As many of you know, we’re gathered here today with the members of The Hip House… or what is left of it… as we give in to the Inauguration of our brand new champion, THE BIGGEST DRIPPER OF THEM ALL… My man, TJ motherflippin’ Thompson. The brand SPANKING new Project: Honor Warrior Rising Champion. Now, although we didn’t get to see you win in the champions’ showcase - and that’s mostly due to myself and Petey spending the night at the club getting our BIG DRIP ON-- We knew that even in defeat, you were our champion, you were our winner. As I stand on this podium right here with the Hip House logo right there-

Sauce reaches over and taps right on that Hip House logo in question.

YUNG SAUCE: -I tell everyone watching at home how much it MEANS to be a #BIGDRIPPER and with our opponents at Proving Grounds, they ain’t ready for that BIG DRIP HIP!! Ol’ Kimberly Chase has been cutting to the chase on me on the ol’ Twitter machine, calling me a small-brained fool, and telling me to go back to SCHOOL! OH, THE HUMANITY OF IT ALL! See now, when it comes to Proving Grounds, The Sauce is going to be ready for ol’ Kimberly and I’mma be doing LAPS around her boomer ass. I said I’mma be doing LAPS around her! But enough about me, this is our boy’s night. This is TJ’s night, and we gotta celebrate in style, so I’ll introduce you to someone who’s also got a whole lot to say right now and speak about our boy TJ… He’s the Hip to my Drip, he’s the Sauce to my Gravy… THE REDHEAD SHAGGER… LIIILLLLLLL… PEEEETEEEEYYYYY!!!!

Lil Petey makes his way up to the podium, dapping up Sauce on the way.

LIL PETEY: HELLO VIETNAMMMMMM!!!!

Cricket noises are heard while Sauce and TJ whisper something to Petey.

LIL PETEY: Oh, uh… right. I knew that. We are gathered here today in celebration of the YUNG GAWD, the GOAT AMONGST ALL GOATS, and the WARRIOR RISING CHAMPION.. TJ THOMPSON! All the time that Sauce and I are in the Stu dropping some hot fire bars, this guy tries to get us into the gym. We see why now! All that hard work is paying off for the boy and we’re more than proud of him. The countless hours training versus the countless hours spitting that heat into the mic. You can see why we all work so well together. Which brings me to something I’ve been meaning to say for a while… I wanted to apologize to the Big Drip Boys for costing y’all a shot at the Tag Titles. I know that would’ve been HUGE for us, but TJ.. you fought for us and earned your spot as one of the select few in this company that possess bling that’s not around your neck or pierced on your-

Sauce immediately stops Petey from saying anything further. He gets him to realize what he was about to say and then steps back, giving the podium solely back Petey.

LIL PETEY: Y’all musta put something in my drink earlier, I keep forgetting this is a live feed. Anyways, congrats to the HIP BEAST and here’s to a long and successful reign as the Warrior Rising Champion! Thank you Sauce for the wonderful introduction. Now for some words from the YUNG GAWD himself… TAKE IT AWAY TJ!

TJ Thompson jogs up to the podium to say his piece.

TJ THOMPSON: Wow, thanks for all the kind words...I'm tearing up...SIKE!!! Real drippers don't cry! Except when our album flops. That's okay, I guess. About that champions showcase...the real winners were the friends we made along the way! And I don't think I made any friends. I probably lost one because of that rude attacker guy...so really, nobody won that one. That's just how it is. But I'm still the Warrior Rising Champ! That's the only thing that really matters, right? Imagine winning matches that aren't title matches. Couldn't be me. Literally couldn't be me. And that shit's not about to change anytime soon! We're out here to celebrate this big title win, but I'm already defending this thing!!! Your boy can't get a break!!! Why, you ask? I guess they want to give poor Alex another chance to show some of that non-existent talent! I already beat the guy, you know. Pretty handily if you ask me!!! But nah, I can't ever live in peace with my belt!!! But that's fine. We all good. Because this shit's about to be a squash! Over or under ten seconds? We know I can handle this clown with ease, so all I gotta do now is get this over with! But we're not here to celebrate my early victory even though that sounds like a good idea. We're here to celebrate the crowning of the GOAT Warrior Rising Champ! Let's fucking party, boys!!!

All three boys stand up and cheer loudly.

YUNG SAUCE: Come on now, boys! We’re about to party! HERE WE.. HERE WE… HERE WE FUCKING GOOOO!!!!!

Petey pulls up a cooler and takes out a Miller High Life. He bites into the bottom of the can and then shotguns the entirety of it in just a couple seconds. After finishing, he throws the can on the ground. Footsteps are heard nearby, so all three boys look up simultaneously to see someone suited up walking right up to them.

LIL PETEY: They can’t get us for littering in our own house, can they?

The suited man walks up, clears his throat and the boys start laughing together. He goes to flash his badge, but stumbles on the can that was just thrown on the ground. When he pulls himself together, he flashes the badge that says ‘debt collector’.

TJ THOMPSON: Oh no...NOT THE DEBT COLLECTOR!!!

DEBT COLLECTOR: You boys haven't been paying your bills! And the government always gets its money!!! Pay what you owe!!!

YUNG SAUCE: Whoa whoa whoa, calm down there, chief! We got the money right here...right, Petey?

LIL PETEY: Uh...yeah! We totally got the money! It just happens that TJ is the one that knows where it is…

TJ THOMPSON: Damn, I thought we were frie-...I mean yeah! I gave that responsibility to my giraffe associate Gerald.

Big Drip looks over to see Gerald munching on some hundred dollar bills.

GERALD THE GIRAFFE: Giraffe noises.

TJ THOMPSON: Well. It's not my fault that giraffes can't manage their money properly!

DEBT COLLECTOR: Well if you don't have any money, I guess I gotta start taking away your property! Like this podium! Damn, it's a pretty nice podium…

YUNG SAUCE: No, not the podium! ANYTHING BUT THE PODIUM!!! THIS AIN'T THE CAPITAL, YOU FIEND!!! It's my most prized possession only behind my debut album!

Sauce and the debt collector have a tug of war over the podium before Gerald spits on the collector, causing Sauce to grab the podium.

TJ THOMPSON: HA!!! I knew giraffes were good at something! Spitting could be his finisher if he ever got in a ring!

LIL PETEY: Isn't that llamas?

TJ THOMPSON: Shut up.

Sauce takes the podium and Big Drip hops on the back of Gerald. The group rides off into the sunset while the confused debt collector wipes giraffe spit off his face.



DING! DING! DING!

HOLLY PEREZ: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the Project: Honor Warrior Rising Championship! Introducing first...

“Sad but True” by The Hu blasts through the speakers. A mixed reaction of boos and cheers fill the arena as Alex Slayer steps out onto the stage. He then makes his way to the ring.

HOLLY PEREZ: The challenger… Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… “The Rated R Reaper”... ALEXXX SLAYYYYERRRR!!!

Nonstop by Drake hits as the fans rise to their feet, watching the curtain while cheering. T.J. Thompson marches out onto the ramp, title around his waist, pounding his chest while shouting at the crowd with contagious energy.

Chants of "HIP" are heard as he high fives fans on his way down to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, Thompson singles out a fan, and begins shaking uncontrollably as he raises his hand up. The crowd plays along with it as if Thompson is charging up before fiving a massive high five to the fan. The fan swings his arm back from the impact of the high five while Thompson fires up the crowd before sliding into the ring.

TJ briefly poses on the top turnbuckle as the crowd continues to cheer before waiting for his opponent/the match to start with a huge grin on his face.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his opponent… Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… From The Hip House… He is the Project: Honor Warrior Rising Champion… “The Hipbeast”... TJ THOMPSONNNN!!!

TJ hands the Title to the ref who then hands it to an official outside of the ring. TJ and Alex stand across from one another as the ref signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

TREY BOOKER: WARRIOR RISING TIME, BABY!

Alex Slayer and TJ Thompson circle on another in the ring, TJ showing a little more swag in his step as he does so trying to get the crowd HIP. Finally, the two lock up and Slayer has an immediate power advantage, getting TJ in a rear waistlock and nailing him with a release german suplex! TJ sits up, looking stunned but nods, giving a thumbs up and a modest applause. The two circle each other again and when Alex Slayer goes for another lock up, TJ ducks and Slayer turns into a brutal super kick! The pop of foot on jaw echoes through all of Canada as the HIP crowd POPS for TJ!!

J.T. PRICE: Very nice kick from TJ to get this match started.

TREY BOOKER: Not looking good for Alex already.

Slayer however is less amused as he gets up, favoring his jaw. He drives TJ into the corner and begins to drive knees into his midsection over, and over again while TJ does his best to clench up and block some of the brutal assault! Slayer breaks the guard though with a leaping European uppercut! He yanks TJ out of the corner, and floors him with a roaring mafia kick! But Slayer isn’t done! He’s here to make a statement! TO CLOG THE DRIP!! He yanks him up, locking in a Full Nelson before lifting TJ up and slamming him down with a big full nelson slam! Slayer leans down, screaming at the Warrior Rising Champion, and paying him a slap to the face!

J.T. PRICE: And just like that, Alex has turned it around!

Slayer goes to haul TJ up, but TJ FIGHTS BACK! He starts driving elbows into Slayer’s midsection, then suddenly hauls him up and begins spinning! THEY’RE GOING ON A TRIP IN THEIR FAVORITE ROCKET SHIP! TJ spins in the middle of the ring for an eternity before dropping Slayer and running the ropes, tripping for a moment but regaining his footing! Slayer has gotten to his knee as TJ comes charging back and nails a shining wizard! He goes for the pinfall, hooking the leg!!

ONE!
TWO!

TREY BOOKER: Slayer kicks out, rolling away from TJ who confers with the referee, shaking his head at the close call.

He gets Slayer up and whips him into the ropes, he goes for another superkick but Slayer scouts it, and ducks! He lifts TJ off the ground and charges the ropes, sending both TJ and himself out over the top rope, crashing to the floor on the outside!!

ONE!

Slayer is the first to his feet, he pulls TJ up and launches him into the ring apron with a sickening thud by way of a release belly to belly suplex! TJ arches his back and cries out in pain as Slayer gets to his feet, rolling under the bottom rope briefly to break up the count.

J.T. PRICE: That was a sick move from Alex.

TREY BOOKER: This has been pretty back and forth so far! The hip is real.

Alex Slayer then drags TJ and lifts him up, briefly hoisting him with a military press before dropping TJ over the guard rail!

ONE!

He bashes him in the back of the head a couple times before leaping up on the apron, and leaping down with a guillotine leg drop! TJ crashes to the thinly padded floor on the outside as Slayer takes a moment to sit next to him, grinning at the punishment he’s inflicting.

TWO!

He pulls TJ up once again, and goes to whip him into the steps but TJ reverses! He sends Alex into the steps! Slayer crashes into them and tumbles over as TJ catches himself on the guardrail!

THREE!

J.T. PRICE: This is starting to look like something you’d see over in that B brand we have now.

TREY BOOKER: NOT THE SPOT MONKEYS!

TJ charges forward as Alex struggles to his feet, bouncing off the ring steps he nails Slayer with a phenomenal superman punch!! TJ hops back on the steps, raising his arms to the crowd and receiving more drippy, drippy love from them! He then hauls Slayer up by his hair, and rolls him into the ring. He follows him in, and pulls Alex up, nailing a snap suplex on him before popping back up, and climbing up to the second rope. He leaps off, going for a flying elbow drop...HE NAILS IT! He goes for the win and the retain!

ONE!
TWO!

J.T. PRICE: NO!! Alex Slayer kicks out again!!

TREY BOOKER: Beautiful elbow drop, just not enough to end this just yet!

TJ punches the mat in frustration, but nods his head. He stands up and begins clapping his hands over his head, getting the fans firmly in his corner as he measures Alex Slayer up and down. Slayer begins to use the ropes to get to his feet! They’re not wholly under him, he almost falls over as he turns right into a charging TJ but ALEX REVERSES AGAIN! HE TAKES TJ DOWN WITH A SUDDEN AND VICIOUS PUMP KICK! Alex himself falls into a corner, trying to catch his breath.

J.T. PRICE: Fatigue is starting to catch up to Alex and it’s showing. It’s only a matter of time before one of these two walk away with the Title.

Unable to capitalize, Alex Slayer seems content to catch his breath and regain his bearings a moment before getting to his feet. Now it’s his turn to measure TJ up. When TJ doesn’t rise quick enough for his liking, so Slayer jerks him to his feet. He sends him crashing back down again with a vicious double underhook suplex! He lets out a battle cry, feeling the end is nigh he stalks TJ, circling his prey with the most evil of intent!!

As TJ gets up, Slayer snatches him in a Muay Thai plum! He begins bashing him in the midsection with knee strikes! He transitions into a one handed clench and begins bashing him in the face with stiff right hands! TJ looks out on his feet, Slayer spins the champion around and nails him with Shadow Over Innsmouth! He bridges for the Pin!

ONE!!
TWO!!

TREY BOOKER: NEW CHA--NO!!!

J.T. PRICE: TJ THOMPSON KICKS OUT OF SHADOW OVER INNSMOUTH!

Alex Slayer gets up, frustrated and near out of his mind! He yells at the ref, slapping his hands three times! TJ suddenly pops up and rolls Alex Slayer up! The ref drops down!!

ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

“Nonstop” by Drake starts to play as the fans in the arena begin a “HIP” chant. The Warrior Rising Championship is handed to TJ who then holds it high in the air.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner.. AND STILL PROJECT: HONOR WARRIOR RISING CHAMPION… TJ THOMPSON!!!

TREY BOOKER: I gotta give massive props to Alex Slayer right now. He was just a hair away from capturing that belt and I’m sure it won’t be his last chance.

J.T. PRICE: Without a doubt, but are you trying to take the shine away from TJ right now?! HIP HIP HIP!


Lights.

Camera.

Action.

...or so it seems. The ‘lights’ here appear to be streetlights, and the camera’s something low-quality. We pick up on the brick wall of an alley-way, somewhere, someway. We’re not entirely sure where we are, but one thing’s for certain-we’re not in the standard arena for Proving Grounds. At the front of the camera, we see the ignition of a cigarette, and, after a moment, one Blair Regent steps forward, raising her eyes as she does so. She’s dressed in a denim jacket, a black cropped top, and a pair of slim, ankle-length black-and-red plaid pants. The cigarette hangs between her lips, and she seems to contemplate her words for a moment.

Blair Regent: What’s in the spirit of wrestling?? Of all this shit? You wanna come out swinging, prove you’re the best, yeah? Or do you wanna lay back and wait for your moment, spring from the shadows, hit some crazy..fuckin’...I dunno...and capitalize, become champion, get coochie for miles? Or are you oneuh those rough-an’-tumble boys who just came to places like this to swing fists, act all violent and edgy, brood in the darkness and then drop a motherfucker with a haymaker from hell an’ call it a night? You’re one, or the other, or the other...or one of many others, I guess. Lotsa choices, right?

Regent takes a pull from her cigarette, and looks dead into the camera as she crosses her arms.

Blair Regent: You wanna get famous, right? You wanna see your name up in lights, wrestle some fuckin’ dream match in Madison Square Garden an’ get thrown around, maybe get the pin, maybe take it, an’ then in twenty years talk about how the business has rotted at its core and you wish things were like they were back in the ol’ days. You’re all about legacy, all about fuckin’ ancient history, all about suckin’ off the things that made you but conveniently ignorin’, well, the things that almost unmade you.

Regent chuckles.

Blair Regent: Fuck that, though. I just want to get rich.

She takes another pull from the cigarette, and considers her next words carefully.

Blair Regent: I’m here for three fuckin’ reasons, tops. Reason one is to pull some hotties, one frame or another. Reason two, make some cash, because Pabst Blue doesn’t buy itself, and I’m grabbin’ the tab at my bars more often than this little wallet can afford. And reason three, I want to kick some ass. Not out of needin’ to feel somethin’, not out of provin’ i’m the best...but because I just want to. An’, because I know I can.

She chuckles once more time, and wipes something off her forehead as she lets her cigarette smoke waft into the air.

Blair Regent: Unfortunately, I’m at my cap for ass, and I’m capped on pickin’ up tabs, so that really leaves only one thing left for me to do, doesn’t it?

She smiles.

Blair Regent: Proving Ground, I dunno when i’m pulling up, but I damn well am, and you’d better be ready to get got!

We fade out to a black background as ‘Burn Him Down’ begins to play, but cuts off before it can really get started.




The scene changed to a shot of the backstage area, in a hallway littered with production crates and equipment. Footsteps could be heard echoing through the hall, and the camera slowly panned around to show Kasey Winterborn, fresh off her victory at the inaugural Fallout show the previous night. The redhead walked along with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face, until she rounded a corner and promptly ran right into the chest of a security guard. He stared at her with an unimpressed look across his face, while she looked sheepish.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Whoops, my bad! Sorry about that.

SECURITY GUARD: Wait a second, you’re not on this show. Get the hell out of here.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Well, I was asked to come here by -

SECURITY GUARD: I don’t give a crap if the Pope invited you, get lost!

He grabbed at her upper arm to escort her from the building, while she tried to plead her case.

KASEY WINTERBORN: HEY WATCH-

??: Get your hands off of her!

Both the Security Guard and Kasey turn around in awe of such a deep and soothing voice. Somewhere in Kasey’s mind she lets out a fierce moan as the voice echoes in her head. Lil Petey comes running around the corner. He holds onto his glasses as they start to fall off.

LIL PETEY: It’s okay, Earl, she’s with me.

SECURITY GUARD: My name’s not-

LIL PETEY: Yeah, whatever. How dare you touch mah lady like that. I’ll be talking to Caden later about this.

The Security Guard looks at Petey as if he was stupid and had no power at all and then walks away.

LIL PETEY: Yeah, that’s what I thought!

Petey turns to Kasey and lowers his glasses to reveal his eyes.

LIL PETEY: What’s up, baby?

Kasey just stares at him in utter disbelief for a moment, before shaking her head slightly.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Look, I appreciate the assist, but I gotta go. Caden’s waiting for me and I don’t want another run-in with some police academy wash out.

Petey looks around for a second and then gives Kasey the up-down check out.

LIL PETEY: You thought that femboy called for you? Half the time he doesn’t even know what’s needed for himself. I sent word for you as we haven’t had a legit conversation yet, sweet thang.

KASEY WINTERBORN: But, how did you get a hold of Caden’s phone to - you know what, nevermind. I don’t wanna know. As far as a conversation, what exactly do we need to discuss, and why did you wait until we were drafted to separate brands?

Petey reaches for Kasey’s hair to caress it and she slaps his hand out of the way. He grabs his hand and holds it close to him.

LIL PETEY: I’ve been tryna get your attention for some time now. You like to play hard to get.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Yeah, I’m not playing. Sorry Petey, but you’re not really my type.

LIL PETEY: Easy there, red. Never judge a book by it’s cover, that’s the saying, right?

She gives a roll of her eyes and makes like she’s about to leave.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Look, if you don’t have a legit reason for calling me here other than to stare at my ass, I’m just gonna head back to my hotel. I’m still pretty banged up from my match last night…

Kasey turns around and starts to walk away until Petey grabs her by the hand and stops her.

LIL PETEY: Okay, fine. Straight to the point, I guess. I offered an opportunity to Kimberly, but I’ve lost interest in her completely. I’m technically ‘staff’ in Project: Honor and I can pull a few strings here and there to make something happen. So… if you’re interested, I can tell you more at The Crowning.

She raises an eyebrow at him, her look changing from annoyed to somewhat curious. Finally, she gives a shrug of her shoulders.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Eh, what the hell. What have I got to lose?

LIL PETEY: That’s my girl. And don’t worry, this time I’ll bring the femboy along so he can blow sick vape clouds in our faces. We’ll be seeing each other soon, red.

He gives her a wink and walks off, and a sudden realization comes across Kasey’s face.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Oh good Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

She shakes her head and puts her face in her hands as she walks out of the scene.



The 'tron lights up with a massive white spray-painted skull on a black background, before realistic eyes suddenly open on it and a scream echoes through the arena. White lights shine along the entrance ramp as the monolith which is Euan Hill emerges, flanked by Aurora Ray. Hill keeps his eyes focused dead ahead as he approaches the ring, storming in and throwing his jacket to the outside as he waits for the match to start.

All the lights in the arena would dim for a moment as the music began to ring... after a few seconds pass red and white lights flash around the ring and the ramp... fog would already cover the ground making the ring look as if it were floating.

As The Dragon lady walked onto the ramp, up to her knees covered in fog... Then she would pause, her hands would go to her hips and she would look up as if looking up to the sky in a most heroic way. The crowd would go wild. "Dragon!Dragon!Dragon!" Would fill her ears. And then she looked forward... as if to stare down the ring... and any opponent who might be there. Her hands still on her hips. Half her face shielded by a white mask. Only her eyes can be seen. Then she began to walk forward slowly. Hands now at her sides a bit stretched out as if she were open for a hug... each step was slow... methodical... she had a purpose... she knew what she needed to do.

She walked up the steel steps to the ropes of the ring. Fog all around. The crowd clapping and screaming... for they knew The Dragon Lady had shown to show no mercy to the ones who truly deserved it.... she would let herself into the ring arms still slightly outstretched as she climbed over the second rope and into the ring... She looked once more towards the sky.... and then.... at you.... she then went to a corner of the ring... still very slowly.... as if she had been pacing the whole time just one way... then she waited.

HOLLY PEREZ: The following is a Legacy Gauntlet contest, and is scheduled for One fall! Introducing first, hailing from the Rivers of Rebirth, standing at six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds… accompanied by Aurora Ray… he is The Outcast, EUAN HILL!!

The 'tron lights up with a massive white spray-painted skull on a black background, before realistic eyes suddenly open on it and a scream echoes through the arena. White lights shine along the entrance ramp as the monolith which is Euan Hill emerges, flanked by Aurora Ray. Hill keeps his eyes focused dead ahead as he approaches the ring, storming in and throwing his jacket to the outside as he waits for the match to start.

TREY BOOKER: Lemme tell ya - when someone calls themselves the right hand of god, I’d usually just smirk at them. But if that person looked like, acted like, and beat the hell out of people like Euan Hill, they get a pass ten days out of ten.

J.T. PRICE: Yeah, I’d say something about Aurora and beauty and the beast, but don’t want to get sacrificed driving from the arena.

All the lights in the arena would dim for a moment as the music began to ring... (you can run plays)... after a few seconds pass red and white lights flash around the ring and the ramp... fog would already cover the ground making the ring look as if it were floating.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his opponent, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, standing at five feet, two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred forty five pounds…accompanied by Mameha... she is THE DRAGON LADY!

As The Dragon lady walked onto the ramp, up to her knees covered in fog... Then she would pause, her hands would go to her hips and she would look up as if looking up to the sky in a most heroic way. The crowd would go wild. "Dragon!Dragon!Dragon!" Would fill her ears. And then she looked forward... as if to stare down the ring... and any opponent who might be there. Her hands still on her hips. Half her face shielded by a white mask. Only her eyes can be seen. Then she began to walk forward slowly. Hands now at her sides a bit stretched out as if she were open for a hug... each step was slow... methodical... she had a purpose... she knew what she needed to do.

She walked up the steel steps to the ropes of the ring. Fog all around. The crowd clapping and screaming... for they knew The Dragon Lady had shown to show no mercy to the ones who truly deserved it.... she would let herself into the ring arms still slightly outstretched as she climbed over the second rope and into the ring... She looked once more towards the sky.... and then.... at you.... she then went to a corner of the ring... still very slowly.... as if she had been pacing the whole time just one way... then she waited.

TREY BOOKER: Enter, the Dragon… Lady!

J.T. PRICE: Joke as you will, experience, technique, and grit sometimes comes in a small package. I’m looking forward to seeing if the Dragon Lady wants to throw her name in the hat for the legacy belt enough to pull off a miracle here, against a man who sees her as less than his opponent, but the toothpick he cleans his teeth with after facing his opponent.

DINGDINGDING

Euan Hill is a big man, but a freakin’ blur was he makes a beeline across the ring, headhunting for The Dragon Lady. She’s got enough reaction time to get arms up defensively, but his target changes levels - he stops shoving her back, and settles for the double leg takedown! The Dragon Lady’s tripped to the mat, and before Euan gets too excited, two kicks from the ground nail him in his jaw.

A third gets close, but Euan grabs the Dragon Lady’s ankle, and despite her lashing out and kicking off his chest to get space to climb to her feet, a fireman’s carry drags both fighters back to the ground while Euan hill drags his elbow across her face, using every millisecond of the referee’s patience before stepping away with a sinister grin in the corner of his mouth, basking in the booing from the audience as The Dragon Lady holds her cheek and nods, as if understanding what kinda fight this is.

The Dragon Lady climbs to her feet, and The Right Hand of God throws a closed-punch fist as if he’s more interested in winning by taking her head off her shoulders than pinfall, but no dice! The Dragon Lady ducks underneath, dropping low, spinning with a leg sweep and bringing Hill down to her height. The Dragon Lady’s round house kick lands crisp and cleanly like a stiff pipe across his chest, knocking him back even.

The best defense is a good offense, proven by Hill catching her leg before she can set it down! Before he even has time to start thinking about a leg trip, The Dragon Lady happily obliges in falling to the mat, but doing so with her legs wrapped around the back of his head, yanking him to the ground into a triangle choke! Immediately feeling the squeeze, Euan’s having none of it, getting hands underneath him to try fighting against her grip and trying to break her hold behind his head without much success.

Frustrated by her technical prowess, starting to get desperate from his airflow being cut off, Euan hits the nuclear option and starts getting his base underneath him before reaching for her torso. A couple hundred pounds of weight immediately becomes a factor in this one, with Hill lifting her up for a powerbomb! He heaves her up, and -

Without missing a beat, The Dragon Lady takes the arm holding onto her torso as Hill postures up, brings her leg across his face, and transitions into an armbar! She punishes him for his over-aggression in this match, using his chest as a fulcrum to twist and tweak his arm out of place until the much larger, more powerful competitor drags both fighters to the rope, forcing a break of the hold.

TREY BOOKER: The Dragon Lady does her mentor proud! Immediately, the strategy was the ground and pound and take away all options she had of fighting back, but she doesn’t need to be vertical to leave you horizontal!

J.T. PRICE: Technical perfection at its finest!

Once both fighters get to their feet, instead of another aggressive flex of his superior strength and size, the same cold, dangerous, and deadly look watches the Lady rise, and measures her carefully he stalks after her. The Lady turns her hips as if thinking roundhouse kick, but thinking of how that went last time and noticing his hands already raised as if he’s more interested in catching a limb so he can beat her with it, she settles for the feint at his body but checks Euan’s chin with a question mark kick! Jaw jacked, Hill’s recoiling and stumbling, and the Dragon Lady’s kicks land with sickening thuds! Kicks at his shin force Hill to a knee, and an axe kick to the back of the head double dribbles Hill’s skull off the mat! Still angry over his aggression, Dragon Lady climbs onto Hill’s back and starts wrapping her hands across Hill’s face as if thinkin’ of going for her killshot…

...but unfortunately for the Lady, Hill meant it when he said he scouted her. The submission magic earlier was enough to tell him everything he needed to know, now she doesn’t get a chance to lock in The Dragon’s Nest before Hill’s a man unchained, climbing up to his feet and dragging her with him over his shoulders. The Lady tosses every punch, forearm, and elbow she’s got in the freakin’ cabinet, but they all hit differently than Euan Hill powering through the storm and BURYING her into the canvass with an electric chair drop! The Lady’s body bounces from getting tossed violently to the mat!

TREY BOOKER: He isn’t thinking about making the pin here!

J.T. PRICE: Both Aurora and Hill see her as the obstacle between themselves and the Legacy gauntlet, and they’re not trying to get past her. Hill’s going through her.

Taking a handful of hair, to the dismay of Mameha and the referee, the Outcast rips the Dragon Lady from the canvas and to her feet, and lets a stiff, cutting mongolian crop across her torso swat her to the mat like a gnat. The Dragon Lady gets her bearings about her, awakened by the equivalent of a hot iron across her chest, but can’t get far without Hill adding on a string of knife-edge chops to her torso, ending with a chop across her cheek sending her plummeting! There is absolutely no air to breathe the Dragon Lady, as Hill’s the embodiment of carpe noctem, looking to avoid all of the submission tricks she displayed earlier as he kicks her in the side and rolls her over, then drops down and plants two hundred and fifty pounds knee first into her back! One hand across her mouth, the other around her ankles, and the Dragon Lady gets hoisted up across Hill’s knees and practically ripped in half by the Bow and Arrow!

Mameha’s hands slap the canvas, attempting to get her student’s spirit back into this contest, but being there’s very little hope across The Outcast’s knees being folded like a lawn chair, but folded in the worst possible manner. After about fifteen seconds of violent torquing and yanking, comes the calm before the true storm, while Hill lets her drop to the canvass as she’s favoring her back, hissing and groaning something furious, exactly where he wanted her to be. Pained and bruised, The Dragon Lady’s left with zero options while she’s on her front crawling to the ropes, interrupted by The Outcast climbing onto her back, pinning one of her arms down with his legs, and the other with an arm, so she is utterly defenseless from his elbows nailing her directly in the nose! The five count is non-existent to Hill, and the bloodied Dragon Lady only gets peace as the referee physically puts himself between the Dragon Lady and her opponent, while threatening disqualification!

TREY BOOKER: The Bog I connects, and that bog takes the life out of anything that gets too close!

Forced to stand back, Hill stands over the Dragon Lady while the referee checks in one her. Despite the crimson dripping down her forehead, despite being groggy beyond recognizing where she is, she nods.

Mameha yells across the ring in warning, only to earn a stare from Euan Hill. The Outcast’s ever-permanent grimace is as present as always, as the ever stoic beast measures the woman climbing to her feet, stalking behind her and raising his right hand, signalling the beginning of the end. The Dragon Lady is clueless, climbing to her feet and standing only for a hand to wrap around her throat and starting to lift her in the air for a chokeslam! Dragon Lady goes down!

TREY BOOKER: This is just vic- wait! Hold on!

Maybe it’s luck, maybe it’s fortune, maybe it’s her mentor’s warnings, maybe it’s Maybelline, but The Dragon lady uses her experienced skills to wrap an arm around Euan Hill’s head as she’s heaved up, and countering his attempt at the Path of Gods with a DDT, drilling him skull-first into the mat! Both Hill and Lady are down!

J.T. PRICE: ..You. Cannot. Teach. That. You’ve either got it or you don’t. It’s called INSTINCT. Instinct bought The Dragon Lady a few precious seconds to stop this one from slipping away, it’s a question of whether or not she uses it.

The Right Hand of God is the first person to get to his feet! The impact of the DDT’s still lingers with him, but a sharp blow to his own cheek shakes the dust off so the mission at hand can carry on. Dragon Lady’s on hands and knees, so Hill gladly takes the chance to try punting her head into the first row of the stands for three points! Dragon Lady ducks! Hill whizzes right past her!

The Outcast catches himself before crashing into the turnbuckle, and turns to see the Dragon Lady on shaky legs standing in front of him, and he charges! A yakuza kick thanks him for making himself an easy target! Bloodied and bruised, The Dragon Lady is still in this thing, and with Hill knocked back by her boot, the Dragon Lady takes a second to recover…. And again looking to seize the moment, Hill rushes her! Dragon Lady meets him half way! Another mongolian chop aimed at her chest misses the mark, because the mark missed him! She ducks down and lets a foot crane after she ducks out of fire, catching Hill with a ruthless scorpion kick! A stiff kick to the stomach crouches him! Dragon Lady rushes the ropes, and on the rebound, nails a picture-perfect scissor kick to the back of his head! Feeling the momentum behind her and the crowd screaming in her approval while Hill’s downed, The Dragon Lady climbs onto the ring apron and she stalks after Hill with baited breath as he rises…

The Dragon Lady leaps onto the top rope! Hill reaches for the first thing he can find - in this case, the referee, in front of him! The Dragon Lady hesitates for a fraction of a second, and that’s all the time it takes for Euan Hill to dive forward and swat both of her legs, leaving her falling stomach first over the ropes! The Dragon Lady frees herself, gasping for breath on the ring apron while leaning on a turnbuckle.

The Right Hand of God steps onto the apron as boos from the crowd threaten to break the sound barrier, and trash thrown at the ring falls short, but tells the tale of their disappointment of such a tactic getting used to change the tides so desperately! She fights and tugs against Hill, but he still hoists her up in position for a back suplex and starts lifting her from the ground as if he’s going to slam her from the apron to the ground below! But her legs wrap around the ropes! Hill tugs, but again, she doesn’t let go! Hill sets her down, only to club both hands down across her spine, before getting back to the business of trying to destroy spines! This time, The Dragon Lady’s elbows and punches stop him from getting too far in his attempt to lift, and she keeps her grasp on him! ¾ facelock secured, and The Dragon Lady rushes it! WITH BOTH COMPETITORS ON THE RING APRON, DRAGON LADY CLIMBS EACH RUNG OF THE TURNBUCKLE! BREATHING FIRE DROPS THE BACK OF HILLS HEAD ON THE RING APRON, SLICED BREAD NUMBER TWO CONNECTING LIKE A FREAKING ROCKET, AND DRAGON LADY LANDS ON HER FRONT IN AN EXHAUSTED MESS, BUT HILL DEFINITELY GOT THE WORST OF THAT EXCHANGE!

TREY BOOKER: THE DRAGON DOING HER DAMNEST TO TURN EUAN HILL INTO A MYTH WITH MOVES LIKE THAT!

The Dragon Lady drags herself into the ring, and with a foot on the turnbuckle, does her damnest to drag Hill in with her. Once enough of him is cleared from the ropes, she makes the cover.

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3!

HOLLY PEREZ: And your winner… THE DRAGON LADY!

TREY BOOKER: ...Note to self. Don’t look her in the eyes in a dark hallway. Euan Hill pushed her into a corner, and you know what cornered animals do. They fight back like their LIFE depends on it!

J.T. PRICE: The Dragon Lady makes the most out of every opportunity she’s given, and with a wide moveset and a willingness to through recklessness into the wind, I can’t say I’m surprised she’d pull THAT out of her back pocket, but hell!

Mameha joins The Dragon Lady in the ring and joins her student as the exhausted woman has her hand raised by the referee.


We find ourselves in the back halls of Scotiabank Arena, where we see Christian DeMarco sitting in a folding chair, watching one of the many backstage monitors.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hmm, The Dragon Lady over Euan Hill in a ladder match? I guess Lazarus’ pupils just can’t quite live up to the path he laid before them.

Christian places his hands on his knees and pushes down to help himself to his feet. He lifts his left arm and looks at his watch.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So...according to their schedule...Callum should be making his Crowning announcement next. Which means he IS going to ignore me.

Straightening out his suit after sitting down for sometime, DeMarco slowly starts to furrow his brow.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So even at the same position...he wants to ignore me. He wants to treat me like I’m some kind of garbage? Why, because I run an asylum? Because I run a show that doesn’t fit their idea of ‘wrestling’? Well excuse-FUCKING-me, Callum...but I seem to think people used to enjoy the circus FAR more than they did the some shitty little off-Broadway play. You know what?

With buttons flying in different directions, Christian rips open his sports jacket and quickly removes it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: How can they ignore the wonder and amazement we brought to the masses last night?

Christian unbuttons his dress shirt.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: How can they think that they can just throw us to the wayside, because we don’t partake in their little fucking tea party?

With anger in every movement, he untucks his dress shirt and removes it completely. Underneath Christian is wearing a faded-green t-shirt.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I will not let them act like they are any better...than anyone on my roster. I will not let them act...like we are some kind of garbage. I WILL NOT LET THEM FUCKING TREAT US...LIKE WE ARE NOT EQUALS.

His eyes slowly close as he takes in a deep breath. Without warning, Christian turns and grabs the chair he was just sitting in and throws it at the monitor the show was being broadcast on. Sparks fly as the chair smashes the monitor, breaking it off the wall and sending it crashing down to the floor.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I will stand up for my Fallout roster. Whether we get along or not...we are still a family. And we now have a common enemy.

One final deep breath and a swift kick to the fallen monitor, Christian turns and walks off down the hall.


After what’s been an amazing show so far, we make our way into the office of Callum Walker, Proving Ground’s General Manager. He’s been quite the popular person this evening as Fallout General Manager has been on the lookout for him. The second we catch a glimpse of Callum, he stands up out of his seat.

CALLUM WALKER: Bloody hell, let’s face the man himself and make this better than his announcement. Follow me, quickly.

Callum shrugs his shoulders to get his suit fixed up and then steps out of his office. When he does, the security guard tries to talk to him, but Callum, being focused in one direction, doesn’t even realize someone’s trying to get his attention. He makes his way through the backstage area and stops right before the stage entrance. Callum takes a deep breath and then makes his way out.

“This Is War” by No Resolve blasts through the speakers. Callum Walker steps out onto the stage and stops to look out at the sold out crowd in the Scotiabank Arena. He continues his path down to the ring, waving and fans and pointing at funny signs he sees close by. When Callum gets to ringside, he walks up the steel steps and climbs through the middle ropes. Proving Ground chants start to fill the arena.

CROWD: PROVING GROUND! PROVING GROUND! PROVING GROUND!

Callum stands in the middle of the ring and is handed a mic from an official at ringside. He simply stands there and lets the fans continue their uproar of cheers and chants towards the brand that means business. After a few more seconds, he waves his arms down then puts the mic up to his mouth.

CALLUM WALKER: Bloody hell do you all know how to make some fucking noise, yeah? I love it. Definitely blows some other places out of the water! Now, ever since Fallout made it’s official debut yesterday, I’ve had nothing but people reaching out to me, trying to get into my office and so much more, just to find out what the hell his announcement was about. I can assure you that… we’ll get to that in a few minutes.

CROWD: WHAT?!

CALLUM WALKER: Yeah, yeah, you wankers calm down a minute and hear me out. There’s a lot to go over in regards to The Crowning. I have a few things to get to before leading up to that. First things first… We just saw TJ Thompson successfully defend his Warrior Rising Championship against Alex Slayer. You all seemed hip enough throughout the match that… he’s going to defend the Championship once again at The Crowning. I took some time mulling over some options as a lot has changed recently and one person in particular stood out the most. Not really for how well they’ve been doing, but just… well… you really can’t miss him.

At The Crowning… TJ Thompson will defend his Warrior Rising Championship against… PAT THE POSTMAN!!

CROWD: PAT! PAT! HIP! HIP!

CALLUM WALKER: TJ and Pat should re-define the phrase David vs. Goliath as they clash for such a sought for belt.

The cheers continue, but slowly start to fade away.

CALLUM WALKER: Moving along now… DeMarco made an announcement regarding a Number One Contendership Match for the Tag Team Championships. ORIGINALLY, it was supposed to be two teams from Proving Ground and two teams from Fallout, but it sounds like he took it upon himself to announce three Fallout teams instead.

Callum scoffs at the idiocy of the Fallout General Manager.

CALLUM WALKER: Since we only have one spot available for Proving Ground to have a team involved… I got something special for you wankers. You think Insidious, Two Toned Mafia and Sports Entertainment Xpress have anything on us? Well… Proving Ground’s team to enter in this Contendership Match is none other than…

The piano intro of “Drip Like Me” by Kenndog starts playing. Yung Sauce and Lil Petey run out onto the stage both with mics in hand.

DRIP

Callum starts waving his hands ferociously before putting the mic up to his mouth.

CALLUM WALKER: What are you wankers doing out here?! I told you that you didn’t have to come out here during this. Cut the music and get back there!

“Drip Like Me” immediately cuts out and a confused Petey takes a punch on the arm from Sauce as they both head backstage.

CALLUM WALKER: Er… Well the femboy is away from the mirror now. Big Drip Productions will be in the Contendership Match for the Tag Team Championships at The Crowning! Since TJ Thompson will be occupied with his match against Pat the Postman, Yung Sauce and Lil Petey will be teaming against Insidious, Two Toned Mafia, and Sports Entertainment Xpress to determine who will face Legacy in their first ever defense.

CROWD: BIG DRIP! BIG DRIP! BIG DRIP!

CALLUM WALKER: I’m sure you’ve all been wondering, along with the man himself, what exactly is in that briefcase Mark Hunter won in the Purge Match, right? Well, at The Crowning, he’s going to reveal exactly what’s in it! Could be anything, could be nothing, but come time for the show, we’ll find out just what is!

And now… for the big announcement... the one that you’ve all been waiting for.

CROWD: YES! YES! YES!

CALLUM WALKER: You all got a teaser on Fallout about this ‘Tyrant Crowning’ and what competitors would be participating for Fallout. Well, let me indulge you in what exactly this is…

You see, since the Draft, we’ve kinda been teasing a war between brands without giving too much detail away. DeMarco running around Proving Ground, talking his talk… all a part of this MASSIVE match we have planned for The Crowning. The match is…

WAR GAMES!!!

CROWD: WAR! GAMES! WAR! GAMES! WAR! GAMES!

CALLUM WALKER: THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT! WE’RE HAVING WAR GAMES, YOU WANKERS! Eight warriors from Proving Ground in one ring, eight warriors from Fallout in another ring side-by-side. Both sides will be fighting in their rings until the final competitor is left. Once that happens… Last warrior standing becomes the Tyrant of Project: Honor! Think of this like being crowned King or Queen just without the gender label since it’s 2021 now.

Laughter filters through the crowd at a low tone.

CALLUM WALKER: The Proving Ground participants are as follows:

OZYMANDIAS!
INDY DARLING!
SHAWN WARSTEIN!
EMMANUELLE!
MARK HUNTER!
KAGOME AKAIBARA!
BLAIR REGENT!
AND ALEX SLAYER!

Various chants begin in favor of the fans favorites that were just announced.

CALLUM WALKER: The Proving Ground eight will battle it out in their ring until just one is standing and same with Fallout and whoever gets the final pinfall becomes the Tyrant of Project: Honor! What an honor that would be if I do say so myself.

And last but not least… The Elimination Chamber Match for the Legacy Championship. Three Proving Ground representatives versus two Fallout representatives. All fighting for what is being proclaimed as the highest honor in Project: Honor. The match is set; Aiden Reynolds vs. Elena DeDraca vs. MYOJIN vs. The Dragon Lady vs. Matthew Knox. What a match that’s going to be. So much potential in this one match and so much to go wrong.

Callum coughs into his shoulder, looks at his watch, and then brings the mic back up to his mouth.

CALLUM WALKER: The Crowning will be one of the most thrilling events of the year, mark my words. Pitting Proving Ground against Fallout in the first collision ever between the two… what’s not to be excited about? That’s all the time I got tonight, wanks, enjoy the rest of the show and remember to brush your teeth.

Confused as to why he just said what was just said, Callum drops the mic and exits the ring as “This Is War” starts to play again. The Crowning poster flashes on the titantron.