2/25/2021 - Fallout II: Wired For Sound

Zack Tyler vs. Dex Griffin
In what turned out to be a squash match, Zack Tyler was no match for the talent and power Dex Griffin brought to the ring. Within the first minute, Dex had Zack busted open and bleeding everywhere. Zack tried to mount a comeback towards the end, but ‘Song of the Hunted’ quickly ended Zack’s attempt and earned Dex Griffin the win.
WINNER: Dex Griffin via pinfall (4:10)


Finale vs. Crash Rodriguez
This match was a gem for those who found their seats early. Back and forth action, with spots to make any adrenaline junkie happy. In the end Crash Rodriguez attempted to hit the ‘Crash Landing’ on Finale (Top rope DDT), but Finale managed to flip Crash to the outside of the ring. Once on the outside, Finale gained complete control and dusted Crash with the ‘Stripper’s Real Name’ before getting the three count.
WINNER: Finale by pinfall (14:16)



Kallie Reznik vs. Aaron Fredrick Hudson
Another squash match from the word go, Kallie made simple work of Mr. Hudson. Within moments Kallie locked Aaron into ‘The Acheron’ and that was all they wrote for him.
WINNER: Kallie Reznik by submission (0:53)





The first image of Fallout II appears on our screen as we watch Fallout General Manager Christian DeMarco standing in a large area in the back halls. With a perplexed look on his face, he walks up to someone and the camera pans out to show Rock Johnson patting Dickie Watson on the shoulders. Standing next to Dickie is his Commonwealth mate, Aiden Reynolds.

ROCK JOHNSON: Thanks for the talk guys. I’ll discuss things with DeMarco and let him know where I stand.

Dickie looks slightly around Rock to see Christian standing right behind him. With a slight smirk Dickie nods towards DeMarco, who still is standing there looking extremely confused. Rock Johnson turns around as Dickie and Aiden walk off out of camera.

ROCK JOHNSON: Oh good, just the man I wanted to see.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What the hell is that Proving Ground filth doing here?

ROCK JOHNSON: Now, now, Christian...we are all Project: Honor warriors in my eyes.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yeah, but this is Fallout. We are a different type of warrior than ol’ Putrid Ground.

ROCK JOHNSON: And they would say the same about Failout.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: About what?

ROCK JOHNSON: Nevermind...listen...we need to talk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.

Rock Johnson smirks as he puts his arm around Christian’s shoulders.

ROCK JOHNSON: Oh, it’s nothing like that. Let’s go talk about Wired Consequences.

Christian glances over his shoulder and Rock’s arm in the direction of the way The Commonwealth walked, giving a slight disgusted scowl.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...fine…

Both Rock and Christian walk off as the image on the screen fades out.



Our television screen goes black for a moment before showing a live picture of Court Philippe-Chatrier in Paris, France, but as usual there is no sound. ‘Rise Above It’ by I prevail cuts through the silence as we see the fans pouring into the entrances.


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 of the case that previously had all three Fallout Championships in it, but now only the Noble Championship Title sits in it.

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 changes to show Eli Atlas at The Crowning, hitting Zack Tyler across the face with a kendo stick.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut to Julius Fairweather hitting Pyro with a roundhouse kick, with glass in his shoe.

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

Switch to Contessa Floran pulling the side of the Love Hurts cage off, with a motorcycle.

But for now I stand alone

Daniel Horror holding the Ascension Championship above his head.

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

Kayal Richards standing tall in the Fallout-side of the Tyrant War Games.

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!

Drago Santiago rising from the glass, holding the Prime Championship.


Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Elena DeDraca looking at the Legacy Championship in her hands

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

The music stops dead as the Fallout logo replaces the image of Elena.





Following the opening of Fallout, one of the many cameras takes us outside of the arena, or more specifically, to the parking area that has been cordoned off and reserved for the night’s competitors and staff. It is there that we see a vehicle that may be familiar to some members of the viewing audience. With its custom gold paint job and dark tinted windows, it isn’t difficult to place the 1970 Cadillac Deville as belonging to “Furious” Julius Fairweather. Yet unlike the other vehicles in the lot, the Caddy sits with its engine running. This proves to be enough to draw the attention of Timothy Daniels, as he cautiously makes his way toward the vehicle with his microphone at the ready.

Upon reaching the driver’s side door, he finds that the windows are still too dark for him to see if anyone is in the vehicle. Thus, showing signs of trepidation, Timothy reaches out to rap his hand against the glass. There is a tense pause as the reporter receives no immediate response, and it looks as if he’s going to give up and avoid knocking a second time. Just then, the window begins to roll down, releasing a massive cloud of sweet-smelling smoke from the vehicle’s interior. Once the window is all the way down and the smoke begins to clear, we can see that Julius Fairweather is in fact, behind the wheel.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Sup, motherfucker?

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Oh, uh, Julius. You are here. I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t left your car running accidentally. We wouldn’t want anyone to steal such a nice automobile, especially since you had it shipped all the way to Europe.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: It’s insured, motherfucker.

Julius begins to roll the window back up, when Timothy finds the courage to interject.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Since I’ve got you here, I’m just curious why you’re sitting in the parking lot and not getting ready inside of the arena…

Julius stares at Timothy for a moment, then turns his head to look at the smoldering object between his fingers, and finally back to Timothy as his hand drops out of sight.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I guess you could say I’m on a gold rush, motherfucker. My wagon is hitched and I’m heading west, young man!

Timothy takes a step back and looks in the direction that Julius’ car is pointed. After thinking for a moment, he leans back down toward the man in the car.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Actually, I think your car is pointing south, Julius.

Fairweather looks at the reporter incredulously for a few seconds before responding.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: It’s a metaphor! English, motherfucker, did you flunk it?

Timothy is silent for a few seconds as well before he’s finally able to piece together what Julius was originally alluding to.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Oh, you mean you’re targeting your opponent tonight, Fallout’s Prime Champion, Drago Santiago!

Julius smiles as he begins to nod his head in the affirmative.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now you’re catching on, motherfucker. Tonight may not be a title match, but it’s one hell of an opportunity for me to prove a few things. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish my pre-match ritual in motherfucking peace. You dig?

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Oh! Uh, yeah, absolutely! We cool, Julius!

The bad motherfucker behind the wheel shakes his head and gives the reporter another incredulous look as he rolls the window of his Caddy back up.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: For Fallout, this has been Timothy Daniels with one of tonight’s main event competitors, “Furious” Julius Fairweather! Over to you guys!





CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is a ASCENCION CHAMPIONSHIP TOASTY MATCH TO CELEBRATE NATIONAL TOAST DAY!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: These weird as hell gimmick matches to celebrate some half-assed quote-on-quote national holidays…

CLARA OLSON: The object of this match is to be the first person to BRAND your opponent with a red-hot branding iron! And that person will walk out of here with the ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

ALARA ADAMS: This could be interesting.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, the challenger...weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds...coming to us from The Motor City...HE IS THE IRON TITAN...ELI...AAAAAAATTTLLAAASSSS!!!

Atlas emerges onto the stage in wrestling boots in different colours week to week and black denim pants. He also has a half-blue-half-red rally flag draped around his shoulders. He turns his back and spreads his arms out to show the fabric in all its glory to the camera. The fabric includes names of fans there in Paris, France. As he gets in the ring he points to the camera and then to both his shoulders. He drapes his flag over the ropes.

CLARA OLSON: And the Champion...weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds...all the way from Chicago, Illinois...HE IS THE DAREDEVIL...THE ASCENCION CHAMPION...DANIEL...HOOORRROOORR!!!

The light dims and changes into the red light.

#I got two letters from you
Last words of the runaway
Your love was written so true
And now I can't speak your name
I faced destruction and you
just killed me and walked away

The smoke hass filled the floor.

#I gave my heart to the cruel
Now it will not beat again

The lights turn back into the bright white as Daniel Horror has come out from the entrance area, the Ascension Championship Title over his shoulder.

#I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I suffered

The light turns into the normal light as Horror walks into the ring. Just as Horror hands his Championship belt to the ref, Atlas comes flying in and levels him with a forearm to the back of the head.

DING! DING! DING!

Horror stumbles forward, his chest up against the ropes. Eli quickly moves in and starts hitting him with body shots to the area of his kidneys. Atlas wraps his arms around Horror’s abdomen and lifts him into the air, spiking him with a massive suplex. Horror gets up, but is rocked as Eli is already up to his feet and nearly decapitates him with a massive clothesline.

ALARA ADAMS: Eli Atlas is on FIRE.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He obviously wants to make up for what happened at The Crowning.

Eli drops down onto Horror and hooks his leg.

ALARA ADAMS: Wait...this isn’t a pinfall match!

The ref taps Eli and points to the branding iron sitting on the heater next to the announcer’s table. Eli quickly rolls off Horror and slips out of the ring, making a beeline for that branding iron. Meanwhile Daniel has made his way back to his feet after that surprise burst from Eli. He takes a running start, hopes up onto the turnbuckle, and jumps off…

KAYDEN ELLIS: DROPKICK FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND ELI HAS FALLEN FACE FIRST INTO THE SIDE OF THE HEATER!!!

Eli pulls away from the side of the heater, grabbing his forehead in pain. Daniel Horror gets to his feet and looks into the crowd. He motions for someone in the front row to hand him something, which they do...their chair. Horror turns and swings the chair, only to miss Eli as he rolls away. Atlas pops up to his feet and Horror attempts another swing with the chair.

ALARA ADAMS: THE IRON TITAN DUCKED AND HORROR SLAMMED THE CHAIR INTO THE RING POST!!!

Daniel drops the chair in pain from the reverberation, but has enough time to duck a right hook from the challenger. The Daredevil lunges forward, spearing Eli into the side of the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait...is...is that a cow running down the entrance ramp?

The crowd bursts into laughter as ‘Daniel’ the Cow comes running down the entrance ramp towards the ring, Crash Rodriguez quickly following behind it. ‘Daniel’ doesn’t slow down and begins to circle the ring, before stopping short of Horror and Atlas. Both men turn and look at the cow as Crash manages to catch up to it.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s like a goddamn zoo in this place. Crash has a cow, Dex has a polar bear, Julius has a lemur. What’s next, DeMarco gets a pack of hyenas?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Don’t that man any ideas. He’ll put purge masks on them all and send them into the building during a show.

Crash shrugs his shoulders and smacks ‘Daniel’ the cow on the rear, trying to get him to move, but he doesn’t budge. Daniel Horror begins yelling at Crash, before finally losing it and hauling off and smacking the cow in the side of the face.

ALARA ADAMS: HEY! THAT’S ANIMAL ABUSE!!!

Stunned by the action, Crash’s mouth opens wide before Daniel Horror moves in towards him. He swings on Crash, but Crash ducks under the swing...hooks up under Horror’s arm and bends him over backwards...

KAYDEN ELLIS: TOTAL LOSS!!! CRASH JUST PLANTED DANIEL HORROR WITH ‘TOTAL LOSS’ AND THE CHAMP IS FACE DOWN ON THE GROUND!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Uh-oh…

In all the ruckus, Eli had walked over and grabbed the branding iron. He looks at ‘Daniel’ the cow, but is given a dirty look by Crash Rodriguez who has made it back-up to his feet. Atlas looks back down at the Champ and SLAMS the branding iron onto the back of Daniel Horror’s thigh, branding the letter ‘A’ into his leg. Horror screams in pain, grabbing at his leg as the ref calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and NEW ASCENSION CHAMPION…’THE IRON TITAN’ ELI...AAATTLLAAAASSS!!!

‘This is Our War’ by Halocene begins to fill the arena as the fans explode. Eli drops the branding iron as the ref, who had slid out of the ring and grabbed the Championship Title, hands him the Ascension gold. Eli takes it and hugs it to his chest as he watches Daniel Horror squirming on the ground.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And just like that, we have a new Ascension Champion!

Eli runs around the ring, away from Daniel Horror, ‘Daniel’ the cow, and Crash Rodriguez. Quickly wanting to celebrate, Eli runs up the entrance ramp towards the back. He turns at the top of the ramp, looking down at the chaos...but it was ill timed. Right before making it to the entrance, Amber Payne emerges and wallops him with a baseball bat surrounded in barbed wire. The new Champion drops to the ground, blood instantly pouring from the new gash in the back of his head. Amber looks at the Ascension Championship Title, then back at Eli. She drops down and begins to rain down punches on the back of his head, but a handful of refs come rushing out from the back to pull her off. With a crazy look in her eyes, she tries to break away from the refs...but they instead just stand in between her and the laid out Eli Atlas. Her breathing heavy, she reaches down and grabs the Ascension Championship Title, holding it up towards Eli.

AMBER PAYNE: Countdown begins! I am coming for what should have been mine in the first place. I WILL BE ASCENSION CHAMPION SOON!!!

Amber forcefully tosses the title at the refs, who almost drop it, before making her way to the back.



Backstage we see Kayla Richards in her ring gear warming up and getting ready for her match with Jason Long. She looks over and rolls her eyes as Fallout interviewer Timothy Daniels steps up holding a microphone.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Miss Richards, if I could have a moment?

KAYLA RICHARDS: What?...what is it?

Timothy moves over towards Kayla and clears his throat.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Tonight you go one on one with Jason Long, it seems as if you have one eye on him and one eye on a reported announcement from Mr DeMarco....

KAYLA RICHARDS: Yeah, so I'm busy. You clearly realise it. So why are you getting in my way?

Timothy stutters for a moment and tries to adjust himself.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: I wanted to ask, because enquiring minds want to know, what do you think the announcement is?

Kayla scoffs and rolls her eyes before reaching out and taking the microphone from Timothy.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Do I look stupid to you?

Timothy goes to say something but instead shakes his head.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I'm not in the habit of looking past opponents. I focus on who is in front of me and I do everything I can to win. It's what happened at The Crowning, it's what happened in the Tyrant match. I've been in Project Honor for about a month and a half. I beat two idiots in my first match then ran through everyone on the fallout side of that match. I think it's safe to say I am a threat to anyone on this brand and DeMarco knows that.

She pauses and adjusts Timothy's collar on his shirt.

KAYLA RICHARDS: He's a smart General Manager. He knows his talent already and, no, I don't know what I'll be getting for winning that side. I'm sure it will be something worth my time. Whether that is a shot at being the first Noble champion, or a shot at the Prime title, or even a chance to go beat Elena DeDraca's overrated ass all over the arena. It will be a prize worthy of the dream killer....now...if you'll excuse me...

Kayla shoves the microphone back into Timothy's chest and stomps by him as we cut back to ringside.




We open in Christian DeMarco’s office, only to see the Fallout General Manager with his head down on the desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FUCKING...ROCK...JOHNSON!!!

The camera pans out and we see Arik Holt standing next to Christian. He reaches down and taps his shoulder. Christian lifts his head to look at Arik, who points at the camera. DeMarco looks to the camera and scowls.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That’s right. I wanted to talk to you...the fans...the people who follow our little show. At The Crowning, we watched as multiple members of Fallout were not only defeated...but taken out completely.

A deep breath from the General Manager.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Drago put Strader in a comma...Kayla made Victoria literally rage quit. I mean the bitch came to me crying. Something about being bullied on twitter and someone making fun of her fantasy to want to call Lil’ Petey, ‘Big Daddy’.

DeMarco shivers a little, swallowing a bit of bile that came up into his throat.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Then we had Bruce McLeod sauntered off claiming in his best Highlander recreation, ‘There can be only nine’. I’m not sure what he meant by that but he turned in his resignation while doing so.

The door to Christian’s office can be heard opening.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And then in a show of absolute unsportsmanship and stupidity, Matthew Knox came to me after losing his match. He said he was tired of living a lie and realized he was not the best Raven in Project: Honor...or even the best one on Fallout. He explained to me that he felt he had a higher calling...he felt he could lead others to the promised land. I think he may have hit his head a little too hard, he thinks he’s the fucking savior or something. Dude’s making a cult!

Christian looks behind the camera to see Kayla Richards standing in his office.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WONDERFUL! One of the many GOOD things that came from The Crowning. Kayla Richards…

Kayla steps into view, to the left of Christian’s desk. Meanwhile, Arik Holt walks off screen himself.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Kayla...you outlasted the rest of the Fallout members in that Wargames match.

KAYLA RICHARDS: You’re damn right I did.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And I told everyone before hand, that whomever won the Fallout side...no matter if they won the entire Wargames match or not...I would have a reward for them.

Arik Holt walks into view with a thick metal briefcase. He places it on the desk in front of Christian DeMarco, who stands to his feet and unclips the briefcase. With a slight creaking noise, the Fallout GM opens the briefcase and turns it towards Kayla. Her eyes widen as she sees the Noble Championship Title in the case.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Congratulations Kayla Richards, our first EVER Noble Champion!

Kayla quickly reaches over and grabs the title, undoing the belt and tossing it over her shoulder.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I’m shooting a little higher, but I’ll take what I can get right now.

Kayla turns and walks off, shutting the door to the office as she leaves.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now…

Christian sits down as Arik pulls the briefcase out of view.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...I need to talk about Wired Consequences. You know what? No.

He smirks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We can save that for later. How about you all just enjoy the show and I can ruin everything later…

The smirk fades to a scowl.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...fucking Rock Johnson.





CLARA OLSON: The following contest is to be competed under Noble Rules!! Introducing first...weighing in at 120lbs… KASEY WINTERBORN!!

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 appeared 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: And her opponent… weighing in at 150lbs… AMBER PAYNE!!

The lights go out. “It Makes No Difference Who We Are” by Celldweller plays. After a couple of seconds, Amber Payne comes walking out in a black leather vest with a sword on her back. She is wearing a wolf style ninja mask. She slowly walks to the ring, slides in. Looking over at a smiling Kasey, she takes the mask off. After a short pause the music dies.

The two women come together in the center of the ring where the ref is waiting. Both women nod and shake hands as per the rules before moving back into their respective corners, waiting for the opening bell.

DING DING DING!!!

The match starts off with the two women encircling one another around the perimeter of the ring. Amber draws Kasey into the center of the ring where they exchange a basic collar and elbow tie up, neither woman gaining the upper hand. They struggle, push and pull for a few moments before Kasey backs Amber towards the ropes. Amber shifts her weight, spins around, and sends Kasey back first against the ropes. Kasey raises her arms up to break the hold and Amber has the chance for a cheap shot but chooses not to take it - breaks the hold cleanly and backs away. The two women exchange words that come over the camera mic as a garbled mess and Amber gestures for Kasey to meet her in the middle again, Kasey wastes no time stepping forward and they lock up. This time Amber is waiting for her and transitions seamlessly into a standing side headlock, wrenching down on the head and neck of the challenger at the center of the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: So we go from the blood, guts, and gore fallout is known for… to this?

ALARA ADAMS: What? A legitimate match up between two women who are currently at least showing some respect for one another and the business?

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s weird.

Kasey squirms, looking for an opening. She has a shot to deliver some shots to the ribs but chooses against it. She pulls Amber back toward the ropes then shoves Amber off sending her bounding against the far ropes, Amber bounces off of the far ropes and comes back at Kasey with a full head of steam and takes her down with a solid shoulder tackle. Kasey hits the mat hard but shakes off the cobwebs quickly just to see Amber standing over her still maintaining a grin. Amber turns and bounces off of the ropes again, Kasey slides over attempting a body trip but Amber jumps over her. Amber continues running as Kasey stands up and after bouncing off the ropes again Amber is taken down with a deep arm drag. Kasey transitions the armdrag right into an armbar and now it’s her sporting a grin. Amber slams her foot down on the mat with a little bit of frustration as Kasey wrenches her arm.

ALARA ADAMS: Neither woman is keeping the advantage here early in this one.

Amber works her angles and overcomes the leverage and works her way back up to her feet. Amber tries to break the now standing armbar in other ways to no avail but eventually a knee to the gut breaks the hold. Amber rears back and delivers the first strike of the night sending an elbow to the side of Kasey’s face. Amber is quick to follow up with a running forearm strike to the chin, rocking her opponent momentarily. Amber irish whips Kasey to the corner opposite and she hits the turnbuckles hard. Back first. Amber charges looking for a running corner strike but Kasey moves and all Amber gets is a stomach full of turnbuckle pads. Kasey comes up behind the staggering Amber and drills her with a nice backstabber. Kasey goes for a cover...

ONE… Amber Payne kicks out immediately after the one count.

ALARA ADAMS: This really has been a great show from two fantastic competitors so far.

By the time Kasey gets back to her feet, Amber is working her way up too. Kasey keeps her stunned with a few clubbing shots to the back and follows up by locking in an abdominal stretch. The pain is evident on Amber’s face as Kasey wrenches in the hold.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Still wrestling with that stretchy thing.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s called an abdominal stretch.

Amber struggles and is able to step out countering the abdominal stretch with a hip toss. Rolling back up to her feet, Kasey is taken down with a couple of clotheslines and then a spinning heel kick that drops her down and keeps her on the mat. Amber follows up with a knee drop to the forehead, she then pushes Kasey down to the mat hooking the near leg for a cover.

ONE
TWO
TH… Kasey kicks out.

ALARA ADAMS: Kasey kicks out at two and a half!!

Staying on the offensive, Amber pulls Kasey up to her feet and snap mares her back down into a seated position. Amber follows up with a stiff kick to the spine before bounding off of the ropes hitting Kasey in the face with a shining wizard. Amber grabs Kasey by the arms in an effort to lock in the rings of payne but Kasey struggles her way over to the ropes and grabs the rope using one of her allowed rope breaks. Amber releases her grip on Kasey’s arms allowing Kasey back to her feet. As Kasey steps forward she’s grabbed by the wrist and whipped hard into the ropes, Amber goes for a rebound lariat but Kasey ducks it. Kasey with a head of steam hits the far ropes and comes back with a running knee strike. Kasey covers.

ONE
TWO
THRE… kick out!!

ALARA ADAMS: I think they both want to put on one hell of a match here tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wanna scream about someone being dead.

ALARA ADAMS: What?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m sitting here thinking I want something I can’t have… do you think I should just quit?

ALARA ADAMS: Don’t be so fucking childish… call the damn match. We all know bitching is for the Internet, not the middle of a wrestling match. Especially one as good as this one.

Showing signs of frustration, Kasey stomps away at the knee of Amber. Eventually Amber fights her way up and turns just in time to see Kasey coming at her with an enziguri, Amber somehow manages to duck the kick and quickly rolls her opponent up.

ONE
TWO
THREE... NO! Kasey reaches out and gets her fingertip on the bottom rope, and then grabs it, nullifying the pin!

ALARA ADAMS: We ALMOST had a winner but Kasey uses her second of three allowed rope breaks to survive.

For a moment, Amber thought that she had won. Amber sits on her knees and can’t believe how close the call was, when out of nowhere a loud spinning buzzsaw kick strikes her in the back of the head and damn near knocks her lights clean out. Kasey quickly rolls Amber over and hooks the near leg for a cover!

ONE
TWO
TH... Amber gets her foot on the bottom rope to break up the pin for herself!

Kasey stands up, chest heaving, and grabs Amber by the legs to drag her out into the center of the ring. Kasey calls for the end and begins to lock in an inverted sharpshooter, twisting Amber’s legs around her own. Amber cries out in pain, but also fights the hold, throwing shot after shot up into the body of Kasey, but she still gets Amber turned over onto her stomach applying the hold. Amber fights through her own tremendous pain and eventually rolls over almost onto her side, this forces Kasey out of the submission hold and sends her falling to the mat.

ALARA ADAMS: Great effort from Amber Payne there.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She would have been done for if Kasey had that synced in much longer.

Kasey is obviously the first back to her feet and she quickly eyes up the severely hurt knee of Amber. Kasey waits for the right moment, waiting for Amber to get back up and charges, Amber leaps at the very last moment and uses her bad left leg to connect with a sick sounding and desperate roundhouse kick! Kasey falls flat on her back, Amber instantly rolls over and grabs her arms. She gets them manipulated around and locks them in! The Rings Of Pain!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Holy shit! Amber Payne has got Kasey into the Rings of Pain!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This really could be it.

Kasey screams out in pain as she shakes her head wildly!

The referee asks if she wants to submit. She tries to fight it but she’s in the center of the ring!

Kasey raises her hand up slightly like she’s about to tap...

Kasey eventually uses that arm and slithers it out, instantly she elbows the knee of Amber hard enough that it makes the already hurt knee cause a loud scream of pain.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh damn!

Amber rolls around the canvas clutching her left knee whilst Kasey does the same with her arm.

ALARA ADAMS: I honestly thought that it might have been over there.

Both competitors are down and the ref checks on both of them. Kasey is the first to get back to her feet and instead of pressing the issue she seems to be working on catching her breath and stretching the affected areas, but that also gives Amber time to straighten out her knee and to start to work herself back up as well. But Kasey is stalking. Amber’s back up to her feet, Kasey delivers the second buzzsaw kick of the match and it rings out throughout the arena. Kasey grabs Amber by the legs and drags her back out to the center of the ring again, she locks Amber up for the wicked little machine, Amber however reaches up and grabbing Kasey by the head, she rolls her up into an inside cradle.

ONE
TWO
THR!!! NO!

KASEY ROLLS THROUGH AND SHIFTS HER WEIGHT!!

ONE
TWO
THREE!! KASEY WINTERBORN WINS!!

DING DING DING!!!

ALARA ADAMS: WOW! SHE GOT HER!!!

Amber manages to get her legs untangled from Lacey’s and kicks out, but it’s just too late. Both competitors look up as though they cannot believe what just happened, Amber with a look of shock and Kacey with a look of sheer surprise.

Slowly the two both stumble to their feet, receiving a fantastic applause from the crowd they share a nod and accept a respectful handshake.



Standing outside of Christian DeMarco’s office is none other than “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro, Fallout’s Nightmare. He was dressed in his wrestling attire ready for his match later as he stood outside the door flicking a match in between his fingers. Every time it lit, he blew it out before repeating the action again and again. Eventually, he runs out of matches from that matchbox but pulls another box of matches out of his pocket. Pyro just shrugs before he slides the box of matches back into his pocket before knocking on the door of DeMarco’s office.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Come in.

Pyro enters DeMarco’s office and closes the door behind him before walking over and making himself comfortable as he sits down.

PYRO: What do I have to do to get myself one of them Purge Masks? I could just find someone who already has one, set them on fire and just take theirs but there is no way I want to smell their stinky breath.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well see, here’s the deal bud. I was going to be one of the first people down at the ring if you beat that asshole, John Nash Strader. I had a purge mask ready to hand you and everything...but...you failed. And then we had to watch that little bitch get his ass handed to him by Drago Santiago. And now...now you want to come to me about just being HANDED one of these masks?

Christian motions to the four Purge masks hanging on the wall behind his desk, that were used at the Unbreakable Resolution Purge Match.

PYRO: JNS… The man who disappeared. Can’t say I care enough, would’ve been nice to prove he got lucky though. Tell me what I gotta do to get one of them pretty masks, and I’ll do it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen, I know you’ve been a little down on your luck lately. Personal life has you down...wrestling career is in a bit of a rut. Show me a spark tonight. You don’t have to win. You don’t have to kill Contessa. But put on a good show. Make these fans happy…entertain them. Can you do that for me?

Tilting his head to the side, Pyro looked at DeMarco and just smirked.

PYRO: I’ve shed blood ever since I’ve been here, whether it’s been mine or someone else's. If that doesn’t entertain the crowd, then surely I can pick one of them out of the crowd as a sacrifice right? But yes, I can put on a good show, there will be pain, just a shame I have to hurt Contessa since she is so pretty.

A devilish smirk crosses DeMarco’s face as he stands to his feet, turning and looking at the four purge masks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I do agree, Contessa is an attractive young lady. But I prefer redheads myself...whether it’s natural or blood stained, I have no qualms with either.

DeMarco removes one of the green purge masks, the one possibly used by Red Riot, and turns back around.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I trust in your ability, Pyro. Make me proud.

With a flick of his wrist, DeMarco tosses the mask to Pyro. Pyro catches the mask, looking down at it all excited like a kid with candy.

PYRO: So that is why you protected Kasey you sly dog. I’m going to wear this to the ring, and make sure when I leave that Contessa’s hair is blood stained.

Pyro smirks before putting on the Purge Mask and leaving DeMarco alone in his office.



The shot falls on the parking lot of the Court Philippe-Chatrier where Fallout newcomer Finale is wheeling his gear bag toward his rental car. A group of rowdy Parisian fans are sharing a bottle of wine. They spot The Goddamn Butcher Man and pop outrageous. One fan approaches him.

CLAUDE: Monsieur Finale! Bonjour! Je m'appelle Claude! Nous ne pouvons pas croire que vous êtes ici dans Project: Honor! C'est tellement cool de voir une légende comme toi essayer de reconstruire sa carrière!

Finale sighs and looks to the camera.

FINALE: What he said is that it’s nice to see a legend like me trying to take another run at the top. In a dickish way to be fucking honest.

Claude looks perplexed, maybe surprised that Finale understood him.

FINALE: What? I’m Canadian for fuck’s sake.

CLAUDE: I’m sorree Monsieur Finale zat was somewhat rude of me to say to you. I did not mean for it to sound so shitty. It iz very nice to zee you wrestling again. Do you not have a match ce soir?

FINALE: I had one. It was a dark match.

CLAUDE: Oh we did not zee zat. We are going inside soon but you know ze liquor prices can be steep you know?

FINALE: Yeah kid. I know.

CLAUDE: Please! You must share a drink with us! We will not take any pictures if that is not what you want! But to have a drink with ze Goddamn Butcher Man, my papa will not believe it!

FINALE: Another time kid. I don’t do much of that anymore. Hangovers get a bit tough to combat when you get to my age. Enjoy the show. Bonne nuit.

Finale moves to walk away and Claude is left standing in disbelief. He turns back to his friends.

CLAUDE: [French] He used to be so cool, I used to watch him with my father. I guess now he is just here to give the younger talent a victory. I do not see him being able to compete with the current generation.

The kid must have forgotten that Finale speaks French. The booze was also making it hard for Claude to control the volume of his voice. Finale turns on his heels and walks back toward them.

FINALE: You know what? Why not.

Finale holds out his hand.

FINALE: I’ll let you guys in on a little secret, I’ve got a plan. Well, more of an ambition. See that Noble Title is exactly the kind of thing I need to get my career out of the shitter. So if you want to leak some shit to the dirt sheets, tell them that Finale is going for that.

Claude hands him the bottle of wine. Finale inspects it.

FINALE: Cheap stuff. Sounds about right.

Finale lobs the bottle a far distance in the air and it comes crashing down on the concrete, shattering.

FINALE: Trust me boys. I just did you a favour. Thanks for the support!

The kids were gobsmacked. They were pissed right off but not one of them was brave enough to engage Finale. He walks away laughing because fuck teenagers and everything they stand for.





DING! DING! DING!

The camera cuts to the ring where Clara Olson is standing by with a mic in hand.

CLARA OLSON: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and will be held under NOBLE RULES! Introducing first…

The start of "Deep" by Nine in nails hits, green and purple lights dance along the entranceway in tune with the song as the first verse kicks in.

Blank stare,
Disrepair,
There's a big black hole

Gonna eat me up someday,
Someday fades away

Like a memory

Or a place that you'd rather be

Kayla Richards steps out wearing a black leather coat with no sleeves and instead black mesh replacing it. She moves down to the ring ignoring everyone around her before moving up to the ring steps and climbing in under the middle rope.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds… From Norwich, England… “The Dreamkiller”... KAYLLAAA RICHARRDSSS!



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 her opponent… Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds… From Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland… “The King of Professional Wrestling”... JASSSONNN LONGGGG!!

Kayla and Jason stand across from each other, both waiting for the bell to ring. The ref signals for the start of the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Jason stares down Kayla who is a good two inches shorter and almost sixty pounds lighter. Jason laughs and shakes his head. They go to lock up and Jason ducks down behind Kayla picking her up in a waistlock takedown. Kayla swings her legs around to a sitting position and scrambled back to her feet before dropping down and hitting a drop toe hold taking Jason to the mat. She rolls over his body into a side headlock on the ground. She wrenches it in as Jason pushes up to his feet and backs them both into the ropes. Jason tries to shove Kayla off but instead keeps it locked in taking him back down face first.

ALARA ADAMS: Kayla has control of Long right off the bat.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He tried to slingshot her off, but Kayla just held on like a pitbull.

Long pulls himself up and lifts Kayla up to hit a belly-to-back suplex, drilling her down, but Kayla keeps the headlock in and wrenches hard as they both lay on the mat. Long rolls over pulling Kayla over with him. He gets to his feet and lifts her up and down again with another belly-to-back suplex, breaking the hold. Jason and Kayla both get to their feet. She goes for a clothesline but Jason ducks it and gets Kayla in a waistlock, lifting her up for a german suplex! He hits it and rolls his hips, getting to his feet, then hitting and second and then a third, but this time releasing it causing Kayla to land on her neck.

ALARA ADAMS: Long used his strength there and he was able to power Kayla up and over.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And if you noticed, he also kept his hands locked and used his momentum to roll and pop back up.

Long measures Kayla up and as she gets to her feet, he goes for a superman punch. Kayla ducks and hits the ropes, then she leaps in the air and connects with a spinning heel kick. Long goes down but pops up only for Kayla to hit a backfist right as he gets to his feet. Kayla doesn’t waste any time and runs to the turnbuckle. She quickly gets to the top, but before she can do anything Jason is already on his feet. Kayla jumps off to connect a missile dropkick and connects it! As she gets back to a vertical base, Jason is on one knee trying to get back up himself. Kayla runs at him to connect the Step-Up Enziguri. He crumbles to the mat and Kayla goes for a pin.

ONE!
TWO!

ALARA ADAMS: Jason Long kicks out! He needs to watch out for Kayla running at him like that or this won’t last much longer.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Agreed! She has a vicious knee and anything close to it could knock even the toughest man out!

Kayla looks a little irritated as she quickly gets to her feet and stands directly above Jason. She then runs for the ropes and comes back to drive her elbow right down onto his throat! Jason rolls over, holding his throat, trying to get back up. Kayla runs for the ropes again and as he stands up, she springboards and connects a knee strike right to his jaw! He goes down and instead of going for another pin attempt, she drives her nails into Jason’s back and rakes from top to bottom. Scratch marks are left and a little blood spills from the broken skin. Jason rolls over onto his back, writhing in pain from that back rake. Kayla reaches down to pull him up, but Jason rolls her up for a pin attempt!

ONE!
TWO!

ALARA ADAMS: Kayla kicks out! Wow!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Even while in pain, Jason will do what he can not to fall!

After the kickout, both Jason and Kayla get to a vertical base and circle around the ring. Jason’s back has a little bit of blood smeared all over at this point after rolling around on it. They meet in the middle of the ring for a lock up, but Kayla kicks him in the gut and then quickly connects a sitout jawbreaker! Jason immediately falls to the mat. Kayla rolls out of the ring and pulls up the apron, then starts looking under the ring for something.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, no… what is she up to?

After a few seconds of looking around, Kayla pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring and with it in her hand, she slides back into the ring. Jason is seated in the corner and currently holding his jaw. Kayla charges at him and goes to swing the kendo stick down at him, but he rolls out of the way, forcing her to hit the turnbuckle instead. She turns around to a fury of punches from Jason. After a few punches, she drops the kendo stick and kicks him in the gut. Jason keels over and then Kayla swings him around so that he’s in the corner. She takes a step back, charges with a clothesline, then holds onto his head, pulls him out and connects the bulldog! She goes for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!

ALARA ADAMS: Long kicks out! Kayla got so close!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kayla is really keeping control of this entire match! She also almost cost herself the match by using that kendo stick.

Kayla is really getting furious now and grabs the kendo stick once again. She swings it down at Jason, but he catches it before it could hit him! Using his strength advantage, he rips it from her hand and then throws it away! He sweeps her leg and brings her down to her back. Jason takes a second to stand up and runs to the ropes. He rebounds to see Kayla in a seated position and comes up behind her to connect the Devil Trigger! Bicycle Knee Strike to the back of her head puts her face-first on the mat. Jason sees an opportunity and tosses the stick across the ring, then starts to measure his opponent. When she starts to get up, he charges at her with a punt kick he calls the Vanity Killer! It connects and he drops down on top of her for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

"Kingslayer" - Bring Me The Horizon feat BABYMETAL blasts through the speakers. A burst of mixed cheers and boos fill the arena as Jason Long has his hand held in victory.

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… JASSSONNN LONGGGG!!

ALARA ADAMS: Kayla Richards was in control just about the entire match, but somehow Jason pulled out the victory. Huge props to him, but that’s gotta be infuriating!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I agree, but that’s wrestling. It just takes a split second for everything to shift gears and that’s what happened here.



Backstage in the Court Philippe-Chatrier and the shot falls upon “Oblivion’s Crush” Contessa Floran as she skulks through the hallways. She is dressed in a long black ball gown, fitting for perhaps a grand event but certainly not for a wrestling show. Her face was sullen. It doesn’t take a behavioural psychologist to discern that Contessa is in a foul mood. She notices the camera following her and composes herself.

CONTESSA: No interviewer? I’m offended. Not really. I’d rather not go through the motions with their stock questions, I know what I want to say.

Contessa gives a twirl.

CONTESSA: I’m back. I suppose I wasn’t away for all that long but I needed some time. As stated, the mounting string of losses hurt my fragile emotional state. Women, am I right?

She laughs at her own joke but only for a moment.

CONTESSA: I probably shouldn’t say things like that. People like my opponent for this evening might think that I’m serious. He isn’t the brightest bulb in the box that Pyro. Commenting on my looks, trying to belittle me as a competitor. Although I should have expected such archaic language from a man who has such a ridiculous fetish.

The Girl With The Death Wish ponders briefly.

CONTESSA: You have to wonder about the mental state of a man who is a legitimate murderer. If I’m being honest, it all seems so contrived. Has anyone actually looked into the crimes he has committed? Are they legitimate or merely a laughable act of pageantry? I lean towards the latter but in the grand scheme of things it is of no concern.

She adjusts her dress and then takes hold of the camera lens with one hand.

CONTESSA: Because after our match there will only be one legitimate murderer standing in that ring. Not in a literal sense, mind you. But I am about to kill this man’s whole career. You see there is an established level of competency here in Project: Honor. Pyro does not meet that criteria. For all of his scare tactics ie. sending severed animal heads to his opponents he just is not good enough. I can appreciate his difference of opinion in that regard but it is just that, his opinion. Tonight he will learn the facts of the matter. He is not fit for Fallout. He is not fit for Project: Honor. And he is not fit to stand across the ring from Oblivion’s Crush. My inevitable suitor is coming for your career Pyro, and I’m walking with him hand in hand.

Contessa releases the camera lens and skips away towards the locker room.



Returning from the commercial break, the audience in Paris, France sit on the edge of their seats. They know what is happening next. The ring was decorated in red. Red plush carpeting lined the inside of the ring. Inside of the ring there was a podium with the Legacy Championship placed elegantly on top. The light reflects off of the faceplate but as the camera is spun around the fixture slowly, you can see the freshly engraved “ELENA DeDRACA” on the nameplate located underneath the focal point of the title. All the while, the video tron came to life and began playing highlights of The Crowning, specifically the Elimination Chamber match where Elena was crowned as the Legacy Champion. Once the video package ends, and all of the spotlights on the championship have faded away - all of the focus turns to the entrance way. There was a moment of quiet, nothing but a low - barely audible hum - was heard throughout the arena. And then, just as quickly as the arena filled with silence, it quickly filled with - and echoed Andy Biersack’s words

“WE ARE! We are the revelation
So scream it out loud
WE ARE! we are the birth of a nation
So join as one
It's time to raise our flags up high
WE ARE we are the revelation
So scream it out loud!”

Ring Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the … LEGACY CHAMPION, ELENA DeDRACA!”

With the chorus lead in, Black Veil Bride’s “Revelation” rips through the P.A. system of the Court Philippe-Chatrier. The curtain of the entrance way was pushed to the side and out walked the triumphant Elena DeDraca. She had a little extra kick in her step tonight, a little more confidence in her stroll. It wasn’t match night, the focus was turned off (for now). She was all smiles as she made her way down the walk way. Several hands reach out for Elena's acknowledgment as she heads toward the ring, as they do - but she walks by them all. Her eyes were focused on her prize in the ring. Once at ringside, instead of taking her normal route into the ring - she walked up the steel steps and onto the apron. She stood there, soaking in the reaction from the French crown before she elegantly stepped between the top and middle rope. When inside of the ring, she walks a small circle around the podium set up for her as she kept her focus on the championship, tracing her fingers along the faceplate as she ended her circle. The ring announcer offered Elena the microphone, which she took with a smile and a small ‘thank you’. The entrance music began to fade to its end, leaving Elena standing in the ring. This was her time, her moment and she soaked it all in.

She was ready to speak but the audience gave her another round of applause. The usually well reserved and cold competitor couldn’t hide that this was an emotional evening. The smile on her pale face was growing, she went as far as taking a small bow towards the audience.

ELENA DEDRACA: Who ever said being a stubborn bitch doesn’t pay off...watch me.

She shrugged her shoulders, still smiling.

ELENA DEDRACA: Fifteen years in the making, folks. I know this might sound confusing to some, but this is what it is. I have been holding titles in every company I worked for, but I never had the title. Many factors had a play in that, but the outcome is all the same. I want you to let a few things sink. You the fans, but also everyone in the back. The new generation. The young and wild. Are you listening? Good.

In a graceful manner she stepped closer towards the LEGACY title, resting her hand on it.

ELENA DEDRACA: Two years. Two long years where Elena DeDraca didn’t see a wrestling ring from the inside. Sure, I have kept myself fit with training- but that can never be compared to a real match. Two years. Where I focused on raising my family and worked on two very successful businesses. You know, the things that obviously made me a weak link in the sight of some. Those that tug tail and left. No big loss. No matter what I’ve done in my life, I have always been a very private person. I don’t spill my business all over social media platforms, but I got nothing to hide. I think two of my three opponents know at least that. Just never forget this, Numbnut I and II, sheep will always follow. It must sting that someone coming back from a break destroys your hopes and dreams. That someone, who you consider a housewife and mommy, rips you apart so bad that you run afterwards. But what must hurt the most is this, even after all this time away- I am still better than any of you. And this is not me changing my attitude or sitting on a high horse, it’s a damn fact.

Once more her eyes fell on the title, her fingertips gently running over the fabric. The fans had started a chant, but she didn’t really hear them.

ELENA DEDRACA: But enough about unpleasant memories from the past, right? Project Honor doesn’t need leeches and crybabies. Sure, we have some of those- but one battle at the time. How did all of you enjoy THE CROWNING? Not only my match, but everything else? The whole roster did put one hell of a show on for you. From the Wargames match to Drago cleaning house. I can tell you this, the future of this company is bright and filled with violence.

Elena laughed out loud when hearing the fans react. The Project Honor was a special one and especially the Fallout fans had a thing for blood, sweat and tears.

ELENA DEDRACA: I knew I would get you with this. Although some of you might sit on your seats, or back at home- wondering what all of this has to do with Elena DeDraca. Think a little harder and longer. There will always be those that think they deserve a better standing in a company. Those that will constantly whine, even when things go great. I am not one of those. Okay, sure I am the LEGACY champion- but even before that. I do criticise people or in that matter management, but I always pay my dues. When I am set up for something, I will bring it. And that, combined with talent and hunger, makes me a worthy champion. Elena DeDraca doesn’t beat around the bush, even though I could. Obviously my vocabulary is a bit more colourful than some of my colleagues like. But since day one I told you, what you see is what you get. I will be a fighting champion, always and any time. But I will not bend under the pressure of loudmouths that think they deserve a chance. Earn your seat at my table. Golden rule.

The expression on Elena’s face had hardened. The smile, even though still there, seemed frozen. It was clear to see that her body had switched into working mode. Filled with adrenaline and tension.

ELENA DEDRACA: This is the era of the Hydra. Although, what does this stand for? I have been asked this plenty of times, but until THE CROWNING was over- I couldn’t put it in words. Fist of Hydra or just Hydra stands for everything and everyone that doesn’t fit in. For those that revolt against a system they didn’t pick. For every person that felt they were out of place, once or all their lives. And while I already mentioned it is an honour to represent this company- I am in this for myself. I will not become anyone’s puppet no matter what they put in my way. You will always know where to find me. No playing games. Elena DeDraca will stand tall against all odds. And with that, let’s take home what I came for.

Without further hesitation Elena put the microphone down on the podium. Her green eyes had a certain sparkle when both her hands touched the LEGACY title. It was heavier than expected, but in her mind a perfect fit. For a long moment she would just look at it, reading her name. What came next was the one thing she wanted to do at the Pay Per View, for herself but also for the people that had supported her all those years. The moment she lifted the title into the air, her theme music once again played. She stood in the middle of the ring, hearing the audience once more raising their voices.




Once more we find ourselves in the office of Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Personally, I wanted to be out there in the ring with Elena...to celebrate her victory. But I find to find the time to calm myself...to prepare myself...to the Wired Consequences possible matches and what YOU the fan get to vote on. So before I move any further I want to say congratulations to Elena. You earned that Legacy Championship and may your reign be long.

The image of Christian DeMarco fades out to the words ‘Wired Consequences’. The words ‘Dex Griffin versus Kallie Reznik’ appears underneath.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Dex Griffin will face off against Kallie Reznik...and to celebrate March twenty-eighth...Something On A Stick Day...they will be facing off in a Stuffed Polar Bear On A Stick Match.

ALARA ADAMS: What?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And you, as fans, will get to decide the reward. It will either be a Noble Championship shot, ownership of Alistair the Polar Bear, a match of their choice...OR...just like every other one of these choices...you the fan get to enter your own suggestion in!

The ‘Dex Griffin vs Kallie Reznik’ fade out and ‘James Edgebrook versus Julius Fairweather’ appears underneath.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I know...James isn’t a wrestler. Which is why this won’t be a simple wrestling match. These two have been at each other for weeks. So you the fan, get to decide whether they will face off in an Arm Wrestling Match, a pie eating contest, a staring contest, a game of Hangman, or everyone’s favorite family and friends destroying game...Uno. And...well...of course you get a chance to offer your own suggestion.

Once again the ‘James vs. Julius’ fade away to ‘Ascension Championship Match’.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Eli Atlas, Daniel Horror, Amber Payne, Zack Tyler, and Crash Rodriguez will all compete in an all out war for the Ascension Championship. The options? Gauntlet match, Iron Man match, Championship Scramble match, TLC match, or one of your own choosing.

‘Ascension Championship’ fades to ‘Noble Championship Match: Kayla Richards versus…’

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: NOW you get to choose who Kayla will face off against. Will it be Kasey Winterborn, Jason Long, Space Lord, Finale, or someone else of your choosing? Now...the three or four of them who will NOT be chosen, will face off against each other for the Number One Contendership spot for the same Noble Championship.

‘Noble Championship Match: Kayla Richards versus…’ is replaced by ‘Legacy vs. Big Drip Productions’

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The Project: Honor Tag Team Championship...on a Fallout pay-per-view...and it’s an all Proving Ground matchup. So let's give them a little bit of Fallout flair. Will it be an elimination style match, a barbed-wire table match, a tornado tag match, a ladder match, or something of your own choosing?

‘Legacy vs. Big Drip Productions’ changes to ‘Prime Championship Match’

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Here is where I start to get even more mad. Pyro, Contessa Floran, and Julius will all be taking on Drago Santiago for his title. It may be an ambulance match, a dumpster match, a fight pit match, a monster’s ball match, or YOU choose the match type…

‘Prime Championship Match’ switches to ‘Main Event: Legacy Championship Match’

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Who else does Fallout have? Who will face Elena for the Legacy Championship Match?

Christian takes a deep breath.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: After talking to Rock Johnson earlier, it was decided...that the best person to face Elena DeDraca...is Dickie Watson.

The Fallout fans boo, realizing that Proving Ground is getting both Project: Honor Title shots at the Fallout Pay-per-view.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And while this isn’t ideal in my own mind...you will get the option to decide what kind of match they will face off in. Will it be a Barbed Wire Ropes Match? A $9 Staple Gun Match? A Playground Match? A Glasshouse Match? OR...will you the fan decide.

The entire graphic fades out to show DeMarco still sitting at his desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: At Wired Consequences, the choice will be yours. Let’s see how twisted our fans can be.





CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, from Visby, Sweden...weighing in at one-hundred and forty-one pounds...OBLIVION’S CRUSH...THE GIRL WITH THE DEATH WISH...CONTESSA FLOOOORRRAAANNNNN!!!

The lights in the arena flicker as if there is some sort of electrical short. The power struggles to stay on for a few moments until the ultimately go out. For a few seconds the arena is in complete darkness until rose tinted lights start pulsing along with the opening snare hits of “Only Shallow” by My Bloody Valentine.

The guitars scream as a cloud of smoke envelopes the stage and obfuscates a shape that stands in front of the curtain. The audience is entranced by the mythic imagery flashing on the screen and they wait with bated breath.

Sʟᴇᴇᴘ Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ Dᴏᴡɴ(ᴡᴀʀᴅ) Aɴᴅ (Wʜᴇʀᴇ)Sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ

Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ (ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ)

A small bleach blonde figure paces out onto the stage with her head low and her hair hanging in front of her eyes. Contessa Floran slowly parts the hair that obstructed the view of her face as the camera moves in for a close up. Her eyes are closed, she appears to be in a deeply pensive state. As if struck by lightning, she opens her eyes and her piercing blue gaze stares down the lens of the camera.

For a moment she gazes into the lens, her expression blank. Following a deep sigh, Floran skulks to the ring, choosing to walk along the guard rail in an effort to stay out of sight as much as possible. She does her best to avoid the grasp of clamouring fans. The camera scrambles to find her amid the darkness and haze.

Upon reaching the ring, she pulls herself up onto the apron and sits there for a moment, hanging her head once again. As the rose colored lights flash and the smoke begins to clear, Floran jumps up so she is standing on the apron. She takes a moment to survey the audience before she wipes her feet on the apron and enters the ring.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent...from Sanford, Florida...weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds...THE NIGHTMARE...THE MESSIAH OF FIRE...PYYYYRRROOOO!!!

"Firestarter" (Metal Cover) by Leo Moracchioli hits the arena as the lights go completely out, some fans brave enough to boo and some scared to even react. The stage and ramp are lit up by fire the only source of light there is as “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro “The Nightmare” walks out on the ramp. Pyro wears the Purge mask he got from Christian DeMarco, as he stands at the top of the ramp. His eyes are so full of evil as he stands there wearing his jacket with different horror villains on it open to show his tattooed chest and his abs on show. His trousers the same design as his jacket tucked into black boots with blood splatters over. His head moves to the side in a creepy way as he holds his arms out wide. Most of the crowd in silence through fear but some being brave enough to boo. Pyro walks down to the ring slowly and methodically, ignoring everyone and everything around him. Once at the ring, the flames die out and the next thing you see is the lights come back on as Pyro stands in the middle of the ring. Once again his head creepily moves to the side as his hands remove his mask. Once his face is revealed, it shows a twisted and sickening smirk. Once again only some of the crowd were brave enough to boo Pyro. As Pyro’s music faded, he made his way to one of the corners of the ring and placed his mask down carefully. He then kneels down in the corner of the ring with the same twisted and sickening smirk on his face.

DING! DING! DING!

Contessa explodes into Pyro in anger! She rushes forward and knocks Pyro down with a big hip and shoulder! Floran pulls Pyro up and slings him into the corner! She goes on the attack, but Pyro is just as angry and he charges out of the corner, smashing Contessa in the face with a big right hook! Contessa begins to retaliate and both of them start trading right hands to the head.

ALARA ADAMS: I feel a sense of frustration in both of them here.

Contessa ducks down and drives Pyro into the corner, following it up by throwing her shoulder into Pyro’s gut a few times...causing the Messiah of Fire to bend over slightly. Contessa takes a few big steps back and then charges forward for a corner splash, but Pyro jumps up and Kieran eats his boot!

KAYDEN ELLIS: There we go! Pyro is awake!

Floran stumbles back as Pyro climbs to the top rope! He leaps off of the ropes and nails Oblivion’s Crush with a big diving axe handle! She stumbles back into the corner and falls into a sitting position, while Pyro quickly makes it back to his feet. He goes running and nails Contessa with a knee to the head! The Nightmare pulls The Girl With The Death Wish out of the corner, to the center of the ring. But Contessa slaps Pyro’s hands away and boots him in the gut, sliding around him before using all her strength to put Pyro down with a monster suplex!

ALARA ADAMS: Well I’m sure knowing that in a month, they will be facing off in a match for the Prime Championship.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Don’t forget, Julius Fairweather and Drago Santiago are going to be in that match too.

Contessa pulls Pyro to his feet and dishes out a big right hand that sends him into the corner! Pyro seems a little dazed but Contessa shows no mercy, picking him up and hoisting him onto her back! Fighting back, Pyro starts wildly elbowing Floran in the side of the head. With Contessa letting go of the hold, Pyro slides down Contessa’s back onto his feet. But before she could react, Pyro dropkicks her in the back and sends her through the ropes to the outside. Without a care, he takes a running start and launches himself over the top rope and lands hard onto Contessa who was just starting to stand back up. Pyro hooks her leg.

ONE!
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Come on, Contessa!!!

Pyro jumps to his feet, pulling Contessa up as well...as shoves her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Looking around with hate burning in his eyes, he is trying to find a weapon to use.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Pyro lifts the ring apron up and...of course...of course Fallout has a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire under the ring.

Pyro stands up straight, holding the two-by-four slightly up. Suddenly with a running start, Contessa does a baseball slide...slamming the two-by-four’s barbed wire into Pyro’s face. Pyro stumbles back into the announcer’s table, the barbed wire stuck in his skin. Contessa grabs the board and rips it off Pyro, pulling a chunk of skin off his forehead, causing blood to wash down over his face. She pulls back and swings the two-by four, only to have Pyro throw up his left arm...blocking the shot.

ALARA ADAMS: THE CONJURING!!! PYRO JUST SPIT A MIST INTO CONTESSA’S FACE!!!

Contessa stumbles backwards, wiping at her eyes as her entire face is red from the mist. Pyro grabs her by the hair and SLAMS her face off of the announcer’s table.

KAYDEN ELLIS: HEY! WATCH MY SHIT!!!

Contessa stumbles back, still unable to see. Pyro grabs her by the arm and whip...REVERSAL...Contessa whips Pyro towards the ring post...but he stops before hitting it.

ALARA ADAMS: DROPKICK FROM CONTESSA, SENDING PYRO FACE FIRST INTO THE POST!!! Contessa steps up behind the stumbling Pyro...AND ROLLS HIM UP!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-
KICKOUT!!!

Contessa slaps the mat hard, before jumping to her feet and pulling the bloody Pyro to his feet. With some momentum, she slides him into the ring under the ropes. Then before he could move, she slides into the ring behind him. Contessa stands to her feet and starts mouthing off at Pyro on the canvas! She pulls him up and pulls him in for another move but Ace headbutts her! Ms Floran gets a slap to the face from Pyro, before runs and bounces off the ropes! Contessa swings at the charging Pyro, but he ducks under it and bounces off the opposite ropes! Pyro flies back and hits Contessa with a spinning back fist to the face! Contessa stumbles back as Pyro smiles, looking even more demonic with the blood on his face! Oblivion’s Crush holds her face, but starts mouthing off before Pyro jumps and lands a HUGE superman elbow to the side of Contessa’s temple...sending her crumpled to the ground. Pyro grabs her by the leg and pulls her to the middle of the ring. He hooks the leg...

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He is looking pissed. That’s twice he has tried to pin her, only for her to kickout.

ALARA ADAMS: She’s tried once too. She’s not completely out of this.

Pyro slaps the mat hard and reaches out to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. He looks angrily out to the crowd...before turning around…

KAYDEN ELLIS: CONTESSA WITH SMOKE SIGNAL!!! SHE HAS HER OWN MIST!!!

Pyro grabs his face which is covered in a mixture of black mist and red blood. Contessa sweeps his legs out from under him, causing him to fall forward and get hung up on the second rope with his knees on the mat. She bounces off the ropes, runs back at him…
ALARA ADAMS: NIGHTY NIGHT!!! MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!

The force bounces Pyro off the ropes, causing him to fall flat on his back. Contessa drops down on top of him for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner...CONTESSA FLOOORRAAANNNN!!!



Following the contest between Contessa Floran and Pyro, one of Fallout’s roving cameras takes us backstage where Timothy Daniels is preparing to broadcast from. Alongside the reporter are a few lucky fans who have been granted backstage access, which they are currently using to explore the arena’s loading area.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: I’m here with some very lucky Fallout fans who were fortunate enough to win front row tickets and backstage passes to our debut in France! As Project: Honor becomes a truly global phenomenon, let’s find out what our French fans are thinking firsthand! Tell us your name and your thoughts about tonight’s show, young man!

Timothy holds his microphone in front of the first fan’s face as we attempt to ignore the fact that he’s wearing a stereotypical beret.

JEAN LUC: Je m’appelle Jean Luc et je pense que Pyro sentait bizarre.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: That’s absolutely fantastic, Jean Luc! Let’s find out if your friend agrees!

Timothy holds the microphone toward the second fan, who is also wearing a beret and has a bottle of wine in his hand.

MARC: Je m’appelle Marc et je trouve insultant que vous nous demandiez de porter des bérets et de porter des accessoires.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: And we’re happy to be here in France, Marc! Now let’s see what this young lady has to say!

Just like the last two fans, the young woman is wearing a beret and has a cheese wheel tucked under her arm.

BRIGETTE: Cet idiot ne peut pas Français. Nous pourrions dire n’importe quoi en ce moment et il ne saurait pas la différence.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: I couldn’t agree more!

As Timothy continues to question the French fans, something seems to be transpiring in the background of the scene. Moving at a snail’s pace, as if its driver is making their best attempt at being stealthy, the front end of a gold Cadillac can be seen as the car begins to roll across the backstage area.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: So tell us, Jean Luc, can you imagine Proving Ground coming close to the action Fallout has presented tonight?

JEAN LUC: Attendre. Y a-t-il une différence entre les deux? Je croyais qu’on regardait Proving Ground ce soir.

The car in the background continues to roll forward until we are finally able to tell that it is in fact Julius Fairweather behind the wheel. As he continues to accelerate his car as slowly as possible, he turns his head toward the scene and gives the camera a wink.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Right you are! So Marc, who has made the biggest impression on you so far?

MARC: Je devrais te forcer cette bouteille de vin dans le corps, idiot de porc américain.

The gold Caddy continues to roll through the background of the scene, with neither Timothy nor the French fans taking notice. Meanwhile, Julius is smiling and nodding his head as he inches closer to his unknown destination.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Finally, what is the one thing you’d like to share with all the great stars of Fallout?

BRIGETTE: Je voudrais donner à Dex Griffen ma clé de chambre d’hôtel et avoir des relations sexuelles passionnées avec lui pendant des jours. Je suis son plus grand suiveur sur LonelyFans.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: I couldn’t agree more, young lady!

Timothy wraps up his backstage interview with the French fans, while in the background, the front end of Julius’ Caddy has vanished, leaving nothing but its rear end in sight as the reporter sends it back to ringside.

ALARA ADAMS: Could someone please tell me exactly what in the hell Julius Fairweather is up to?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Shhhh, Alara! Be vewy, vewy quiet. If I didn’t know better, Julius is hunting a rabbit by the name of Drago Santiago…





CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a non-title contest set for ONE FALL…

“ONE FALL!”

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, this non-title match is scheduled for one fall and is our main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-one pounds...he is the new Prime Champion...SAINT...DRAGO...SANTIAGO!!!

As “Scary Mask” by Poppy w/Fever333 begins to play, the reigning champion steps through the entrance with the Prime Championship strapped securely around his waist. The crowd reaction is mostly made up of boos and taunts from the packed crowd, which if anything, seems to be music to the champion’s ears. With an arrogant confidence, he makes his way toward the ring, seemingly prepared for whatever his upcoming opponent may attempt to throw his way. Then, just as Drago reaches the ringside area, the cameras pick up an entirely different kind of entrance in the background.

A golden 1970 Cadillac Deville slowly creeps upon the path Drago has recently taken, pushing the entrance curtains aside as its quiet engine propels it forward. With Drago at ringside, still attempting to embrace the hatred of the audience, the Cadillac suddenly lurches forward and gives the audience a reason to cheer. Whether it is the change in tone of the audience or the increased sound of the car’s engine, Drago is alerted to the fact that something is not as it seems. He turns his body around, as if expecting some kind of pre-match ambush, but nothing could prepare him to see the golden Cadillac speeding toward him. At the very last second, the champion dives to his right and the car just misses clipping his body by a matter of inches! Instead of sandwiching Drago between its grill and the apron, the car slams into the ring and forcefully shoves it a couple of feet forward, also bringing the Cadillac’s momentum to a sudden halt.

There is a brief moment of uncertainty as an astonished champion gets back on his feet and the car’s driver’s side door swings open. Then, just as “Furious” Julius Fairweather puts his first foot on the ringside floor, Drago lunges forward to kick the car door and send it back against Julius’ body. The momentary pain inflicted upon his opponent gives Drago the opportunity to grab Julius’ hair with both hands and pull him out of the driver’s seat. Then, after taking a brief moment to take measure, Drago runs forward with Julius in his grasp, driving the man’s afro-covered skull through the driver’s side window with a resounding shatter! Julius slumps over the car door and it appears as if his ploy to run down the champion has failed dramatically. With Fairweather stunned, Drago takes a moment to rip the championship belt off his waist and drop it carelessly to the floor. He then takes measure of Julius once again, as the suave motherfucker uses the car’s body to pull himself out of the window and along the side of the hood.

Drago then rushes forward, looking to cause further damage to Fairweather’s bleeding head with a running headbutt. Unfortunately for the champ, Julius has enough wherewithal to counter the move by dipping his shoulder, scooping Drago up, and then dropping him backwards. The champion’s face meets the car’s windshield without him having time to dull the impact, and if the cracks it creates in the window are not enough proof of the damage that has been done, the following shot of Drago’s crimson mask does more than suffice.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh my god! This match hasn’t even officially started and both Drago and Julius are bleeding from their heads!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Now this is what Fallout is all about! Can you imagine our General Manager’s smile right now?!

Still laying on the hood of the car, Drago slowly rolls his body toward the ring. Meanwhile, Julius does his best to stagger toward the ring as well, and the two men roll under the bottom rope nearly simultaneously. Then, with both of them laying on the mat and staining the canvas with their blood, the opening bell finally rings.

DING DING!

The bell rings for the Main Event contest to begin, both men slowly coming out of their corners in a slow manner, Julius and Drago are face to face with one another and staring at each other’s eyes before Julius could swing for the Prime Champion, but the champion already had scouted the hand movement before Fairweather swung and he ducks the fist, goes behind Julius and Santiago fires off a Short Ranged Elbow Strike to the back of his head. Santiago reaches under the left arm of Fairweather and the champion shows his strength early on with the Half Nelson Slam to the mat, and then a quick kick to the chest of Fairweather before the Prime Champion grabs the left arm into an Omoplata and grabbing the right arm to lock in a Kimura Lock, and Fairweather is feeling his limbs being torn apart! Santiago has Fairweather trapped tightly in a double submission to both of his arms. Santiago is playing the grounded game well, but he switches things up, and has Fairweather’s shoulders pinned down to the mat as he just leans over and the referee slides in for the count…

ONE!
TW-

ALARA ADAMS: And a kick out from Fairweather as he just somehow finds strength to pull himself away from that combination submission that Saint Santiago had applied.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It was definitely effective but using it early on just proved fear, made Fairweather squirm a little and Santiago saw that, he notices that fear, he knows he can get into the head of Fairweather that easily.

Fairweather finds his way back to his feet, rolling his right shoulder as he can feel that pinching feeling in it, but as soon as he turns around, he's met with the Running High Knee to the temple by Santiago and like blood in the water, Santiago pounces on that right arm of Fairweather and looks to wrestle him to the ground but Fairweather isn't looking to be trapped within another submission again. Fairweather slips free and goes under the arm of Santiago and drops him down on his neck with a Saito Suplex! Fairweather stays under the arm of the Prime Champion and brings him to his feet before planting Santiago with the Back Suplex with a bridge as the referee slides back in for another cover...

ONE!

Saint Santiago kicks out with ease as he continued to be manhandled by Fairweather, who deadlifts Sanitago off of the mat and into the air, his legs dangling as he tries to kick away but Fairweather steps closer to the ropes and launches Santiago behind him with the Release German Suplex! Santiago is sent across the ring with the sheer strength of Fairweather tossing the champion over his head with such deadweight holding him down.

ALARA ADAMS: Fairweather bringing the fight to the Prime Champion here tonight with that showing of strength! Drago is no twig, that's a good one hundred and eighty-one pounds being tossed around like it's nothing!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Don't doubt Fairweather for a second, Alara, he's a very powerful man under all of those wits and corny lines. It was a fight that Drago wanted, and it's a fight that Drago was going to get from Julius, no backing down now.

The Weatherman hovers over the Prime Champion and looks to mount on top of the champion, bringing a ground and pounding to Santiago but The Problem Child is able to grab the arm and wrap his legs around the head of Julius, locking in an Arm Trapped Triangle Choke hold! Fairweather has nowhere to go, he’s trapped tightly in the submission and he’s being dragged down to the mat by Santiago, sinking to the mat as Santiago’s grip around Julius’ head with his legs tightens and stops blood from traveling to the head! The referee checks on Julius but he’s answering back, attacking Santiago with the liver punches, but then he uses his feet to push himself up and over Saint Santigo, again using that powerful strength of his to lift up Santiago with the one arm that he’s got trapped in the submission! Julius is going for some sort of Powerbomb but the quick thinking of Drago Santiago makes him release the submission, dropping him back first onto the mat and then twisting his body around to make the transition over into an Ankle Lock as he brings Fairweather down to the mat and grapevines the leg! The Prime Champion will not go down without a fight and if by any means necessary, he’ll make Fairweather tap out!

ALARA ADAMS: Drago’s got the leg trapped and now Julius is scratching and clawing his way to the ropes, but the champion is keeping him grounded, he’s keeping him at bay and twisting and tweaking that ankle in a way that shouldn’t be humanly possible!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s what the Problem Child does, Alara! No matter what happens in any match- it’s tap, nap or snap. Only the opponent gets to choose which way they want to go out, and if Julius isn’t careful here, it’s tapping out or having his ankle snap into pieces!

ALARA ADAMS: I’m hoping that won’t be the case here, Julius Fairweather is already loved by many around here on Fallout- if not the entirety of Project: Honor as a whole- so he’s got to be careful here if he’s looking to be keeping around for the long run!

Fairweather is crawling away as the crowd begin to cheer for him, his fans watching on and hoping he’ll reach the ropes in time as he’s just fingertips away from the ropes, touching the ropes but not being able to grab onto them as he’s pulled back by Santiago- which Fairweather uses as an opportunity to break free from the clutches of the champion and kicking him away! Fairweather is crawling away to the ropes to help him back up to his feet, but he’s only able to bring himself up to one foot before the champion stomps down onto the leg and almost breaks it in two with such a sickening stomp down! Fairweather winces in pain as he leans against the ropes and Santiago is pushed back by the referee before he could strike again. The referee checks on Julius but of course, the Bad Mother Fucker just pushes the referee to the side and swears profanities as he does so. Fairweather is barely able to stand on that leg and already, in the head of Drago, he’s spotting a plan against Fairweather to tear him apart as he just chops Fairweather down with Calf Kicks that bring him to his knees, which leads to Drago falling back against the ropes and rebounding as he lands a Running Knee right to the jaw of the challenger, almost knocking him out cold. Julius, however, just slowly rises up from the mat and is looking up at the champion with a fierce look in his eyes. Fairweather gives Santiago the direct message in the form of a middle finger being pushed into his face but Santiago doesn’t take too kindly to the message, grabbing onto the finger and… SNAP! The finger is broken just like that! Julius, being the smartass that he is, just uses his other hand to stick that middle finger up at Drago and in one swift motion, the champion SNAPS that finger too! Julius’ two favourite fingers are snapped in two as he resorts to a headbutt right to the abdomen of Drago that pushes him back into the referee- Julius springs to his feet… LOW BLOW! ARMS HOOKED! THE INIQUITIES OF THE SELFISH!! THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT DRIVES THE CHAMPION’S SKULL INTO THE MAT! THE REFEREE MAKES THE COUNT AS FAIRWEATHER COVERS!

ONE!
TWO!!
T-

KAYDEN ELLIS: DRAGO KICKS OUT! The champion is still alive but that cheap shot from Julius just saved his life from certain danger, he was looking to have been finished as easily as that and I’m sure the champion isn’t pleased now from that low blow.

ALARA ADAMS: I doubt it for a second, I really do, but either way, this clear opening to come back into this match for Fairweather could mean everything for him right now. It’s looking to be an easy and clear sight back into the match if he uses it to his advantage.

The champion is shaken up, being dropped on the point of his head with the DDT really got to him as he shakes himself back into the fight but Julius isn’t holding anything back as he wastes zero time to try and get the Double Arm Hook Chicken Wing applied, but it’s not proving to be successful in his attempts as Drago is breaking free from Fairwearther’s grasp, bringing himself back up to his feet and looking to pull Julius up to his feet as well, striking with those Short Ranged Elbow Strikes to the head of Fairweather but he answers back with a few of his own, and both men are just firing on all cylinders with the Short Ranged Elbow Strikes! They’re teeing off on the strikes now. Drago. Julius. Drago. Julius. Drago. Julius. DRAGO! JULIUS! DRAGO! JULIUS! DRAGO! JULIUS! DRAGO! JULIUS! THEY’RE NOT STOPPING FOR ANYTHING RIGHT NOW! THE CROWD ARE FIRED UP! THEY’RE WATCHING A CLASSIC RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR VERY OWN EYES!

KAYDEN ELLIS: These two are giving one another a total beating here tonight, but just look in the eyes of the challenger here, he’s going the distance to prove that he can stand with the champion and putting in everything he could possibly do!

ALARA ADAMS: Julius Fairweather isn’t backing down from anything and if this is what Drago wanted, it’s what Drago will get and he’ll REGRET doing such a thing like daring Fairweather’s strength!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You’ve got that right, Alara, look at them go!

The champion fires an elbow off and asks for Julius to hit harder, to which he swings with a Lariat BUT DRAGO CATCHES HIM, GOING UNDER THE ARM… WHITE WEDDING!!! THE SPINNING URANAGE PLANTS JULIUS DOWN TO THE MAT AND THE CHAMPION HAS THE CHALLENGER RIGHT WHERE HE NEEDS HIM TO BE, LOOKING FOR THE DRAGO NEUROTOXIN BUT JULIUS BREAKS FREE.. PUSHING DRAGO TO THE ROPES AND MAKING HIM COME BACK TO A MAFIA KICK RIGHT TO THE HEAD! Julius grabs a hold of the champion again, looking to plant Saint Santiago down with The Iniquities of the Selfish as he hooks the arms but the champion twists out of it and grabs the head of Fairweather with a Guillotine Choke! Drago Santiago has the Guillotine Choke applied and he’s not looking to let go but Julius tosses him over his head and into the corner! Drago scrambles back up to his feet as ducks the Mafia Kick again and turns around TO BE MET WITH THE ROYALE WITH CHEESE!!! STRAIGHT RIGHT HAND KNOCKOUT PUNCH RIGHT TO THE JAW AND THE CHAMPION IS ON WOBBLY LEGS, ALMOST FALLING OVER BUT JULIUS REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES… THE FOOT FUCKIN’ MASTER!!! JUMPING ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD AND THE CHAMPION IS DOWN! HE’S OUT LIKE A LIGHT! THE HOOK OF THE LEG!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd explodes into cheers as Julius Fairweather raises him up off of Drago’s lifeless body and everyone in the arena can’t believe it as “Misirlou” by Dick Dale plays through the arena’s speakers.

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… “Furious” JUUUUULIUSSSS FAIIIIIRWEATHERRRRRRR!!!!

Drago looks up to the lights as the moment is being soaked in, knowing his loss came from out of nowhere, whereas Julius has his hand raised in victory. The crowd cheered him on and chanted his name.

ALARA ADAMS: JUST LIKE THAT! JULIUS HAS DONE WHAT MANY THOUGHT HE COULDN’T! HE’S PINNED THE PRIME CHAMPION!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s proved the doubters wrong for sure, pulling out whatever was needed to finally put Saint Drago down for the three count but you have to wonder, does this put him in contention for the title down the line?

ALARA ADAMS: It might just! Wait...what the hell?

James Edgebrook, host of The Edge, climbs over the barrier keeping the fans from the ring. He sneaks around the ring, getting behind Julius and sliding into the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did...did he just put on brass kn-

Fans explode in boos and cheers.

ALARA ADAMS: JAMES EDGEBROOK JUST LEVELED JULIUS FAIRWEATHER WITH A RIGHT HOOK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! Julius...already bloody and beaten...just got laid OUT by Edgebrook.

Edgebrook looks down at Julius’ unconscious body, before turning and sliding back out of the ring. With one hop, he jumps the barrier and runs into the crowd. The final image is Drago slowly sitting up, looking over at the fallen Julius Fairweather.

Fade out.