3/11/21 - Fallout III: Calm Before The Storm

WINNER: Sports Entertainment Xpress via pinfall (6:17)

Kasey Winterborn vs. Zack Tyler vs. Kagome Akaibara

WINNER: Kasey Winterborn via pinfall (8:20)

Our television screen goes black for a moment before showing a live picture of Pala Alpitour in Torino, Italy. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.

“JULIUS IS ONE FINE MOTHERFUCKER!”
“JASON LONG...YOUR TRUE NOBLE CHAMPION”
“53 SECONDS”
“KASEY WINTERBORN IS MY IDOL”
“I VOTED FOR WIRED CONSEQUENCES”

‘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 is now empty.

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 Kasey Winterborn pinning Amber Payne with an inside cradle.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut to Pyro spitting a red mist into the face of Contessa Floran.

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

Switch to Contessa spraying her black mist into Pyro’s face.

But for now I stand alone

Eli Atlas holding tightly onto his newly won Ascension Championship.

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

Jason Long standing victorious over the fallen Kayla Richards.

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!

Julius Fairweather standing above the fallen Drago Santiago, holding his broken fingers.

Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Elena standing in the middle of the ring with the Legacy Championship on her shoulder, amongst her Legacy Championship celebration.

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

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




Fans have crowded around one of the booths just off the main thoroughfare in the Pala Alpitour. A Project: Honor camera man moves through the crowd to see what all of the fuss is about and there, standing atop a merch table is “The Goddamn Butcher Man” Finale. He is standing with his arms outstretched and in each hand he holds several replicas of the Noble Championship.

FINALE: Yes it’s true! These are all free right now. So who wants one?

The fans started clamoring, jumping and shouting. Finale lobs one of the titles in the air and an eager fan snatches it.

FINALE: You sir! You are the Noble Champion. Who else wants to be Noble Champion?

The fans start jumping higher, eager to get their hands on some swag. Finale pitches another title into the air with a high ark. It comes crashing down on a man’s head and he is instantly swarmed by a mess of people.

FINALE: Oh shit. Okay well someone in that hoard is the Noble Champion too! Don’t worry, there are plenty of these back here and I’m not going to stop until they are all gone. Now you might be asking, why give these away? Well that’s how we do shit here on Fallout!

With that Finale tosses the rest of the titles into the crowd and they disappear into the mass of humanity before him.

FINALE: You want a manifesto Kayla? I already fucking gave it to you. You are garbage. That title is worthless. This division needs an enema and I am that enema. I’m going to get right up in the Noble Division’s ass and it starts tonight when the Dreamkiller meets the meat cleaver. I am no stranger to going up someone’s ass and tonight I’m gonna prove that.

The fans that were hoping for more merch seem a touch confused by that statement. Finale realizes what he had said and how it could be misconstrued.

FINALE: Too far? Too far. I know I’m not getting that shot at Wired Consequences. As much as I’d love to stand here and campaign for that opportunity, it’s not in the cards. So be it. I mean stranger things have happened, like Big Drip being popular, but it looks doubtful for yours truly. The prestige that comes with dropping a world beater like Crash Rodriguez is probably not enough to win a popularity contest. Go figure.

The one fan in an “El Vagabundo” t-shirt slowly slinks away.

FINALE: So tonight I’m going to do the next best thing and that’s slap the piss out of the Dreamkiller and prove my worth in my first televised match in this company. She’s far too confident for being that mediocre and tonight she’s gonna come to terms with that fucking reality. And if I win this asinine poll, then all the better.

Finale tips over the merch table, spilling the much overstocked pile of Pyro t-shirts onto the ground. Finale takes a bow and walks out of frame.


CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a CASKET MATCH...FOR THE FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Fans pop.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, the challenger...weighing in at one-hundred and fifty pounds and coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...THE HUNTRESS...AMBER...PAAYYYYYYNNNNEEE!!!

Lights out.

Music plays…after a couple seconds, Amber 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 her opponent, she takes the mask off. Dead stare from her as she looks at her opponent’s eyes.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent...from the Motor City, Detroit, Michigan...weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds...HE IS THE CURRENT FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPION...THE IRON TITAN...ELIIIIII...AAAAAATTLLAAAASSSS!!!

Atlas emerges onto the stage in wrestling boots in different colours 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. As he gets in the ring he points to the camera and then to both his shoulders. He drapes his flag over the ropes. He movies the Ascension Championship Title from around his waist and hands it to the ref.

DING! DING! DING!

The moment the first bell rang, Amber charged Eli and began raining punches and forearms down onto the back of his head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She just has something with attacking him from behind!

Amber jumps onto Eli's back and tries to lock in a headlock, but the Ascension Champion takes a running start and flips her off his back and over the top rope. Amber lands hard on the outside and without hesitation, Eli grabs the ropes and slingshots himself over the top rope...coming down hard knees first onto Amber’s stomach.

ALARA ADAMS: That looks like it would hurt him just as much as it hurt her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well he seemed to use his momentum to roll off her.

Eli stands to his feet and quickly grabs Amber, pulling her up by her hair. He pulls her over to the casket and SLAMS her face first off the corner of it, instantly opening up a gash above her eye. Blood begins to pour down her face as the Ascension Champion grabs the bloody head of The Huntress…

Suddenly the fans pop.

ALARA ADAMS: Uh-oh…

Daniel Horror comes running down to the ring and instantly slams into Eli Atlas, causing him to let go of the injured Amber. Daniel grabs Atlas AND WHIPS HIM INTO THE STEPS!!! THE CHAMP IS GRABBING HIS RIGHT KNEE IN PAIN!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HERE COMES CRASH!!!

El Vagabundo comes running down the entrance ramp, carrying a barbed wire covered hockey stick. The moment he gets down to the side of the ring, he unleashes a shot onto Daniel Horror, instantly opening up the forehead of the former Ascension Champion and knocking him to the ground.

ALARA ADAMS: I think we just lost control of this match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah...well Amber Payne has managed to pull herself back into the ring.

Crash Rodriguez helps Eli Atlas into the ring and quickly follows into the ring behind him. Both men stand to their feet and stare down Amber as she stands between them and the closed casket.

ALARA ADAMS: Two-on-one?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Nope!

Daniel Horror slides into the ring and stands up next to Amber as the two of them look at Crash and Eli.

CROWD: AS-CEN-SION! AS-CEN-SION! AS-CEN-SION!

AND ALL FOUR OF THEM EXPLODE TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! Daniel and Eli begin to trade blows while Crash and Amber begin to fight for the hockey stick. Daniel swings...Eli ducks...AND HE CATCHES CRASH OFF GUARD WITH THE LEFT HOOK!!! Crash lets go of the hockey stick as he collapses to the ground...causing Amber’s to fall back...AND CRACK DANIEL HORROR IN THE FACE WITH THE HOCKEY STICK!!! DANIEL HORROR COLLAPSES TO THE GROUND!!! Amber looks at the fallen Horror and then at the stick…

ALARA ADAMS: It’s early bedlam in there!

Amber looks at Eli who starts charging. She swings the hockey stick, but Eli ducks and instead hooks up under her, getting her up into an Argentine rack. Eli begins to bounce, stretching Amber out over his shoulders. With a flick of his entire body, Eli spins Amber around and SHAKES THE RING WITH A MASSIVE POWERBOMB!

KAYDEN ELLIS: CARTO-CATRASROPHE!!!

Eli motions for the ref to open the casket, which he does. Eli stands back to his feet and begins pulling the motionless Amber towards the casket.

ALARA ADAMS: He is INCHES away from being the FIRST FALLOUT MEMBER to successfully defend their Championship!

The Iron Titan lines Amber up with the casket at the edge of the ring and then sidesteps her body, before rolling her body under the ropes and into the open casket.

KAYDEN ELLIS: All he has to do is shut it!

The Ascension Champion stands up and reaches through the ropes, grabbing the top of the casket...BUT DANIEL HORROR OUT OF NOWHERE, BREAKING CRASH’S HOCKEY STICK OVER ELI’S BACK...AND DRAGGING THE HANGING BARBED WIRE ACROSS HIS BARE SKIN!!! ELI IS SLICED OPEN AND IS GUSHING BLOOD!!! Eli pulls out from the middle of the ropes. Daniel Horror lands a HARD elbow to the nose of Eli, busting it open and there is blood EVERYWHERE!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!!!

CRASH RODRIGUEZ OUT OF NOWHERE, IS UP...AND SLAMS INTO BOTH MEN...SENDING ALL THREE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHING DOWN ON TOP OF THE CASKET!!!

CRACK!

SMASH!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THE STAND HOLDING UP THE CASKET JUST BROKE AWAY!!! ELI, DANIEL, AND CRASH ARE ON TOP OF THE CASKET…

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAM: AND THE TOP OF THE CASKET IS SHUT!!! AMBER IS STILL INSIDE!!!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman...your winner...AND STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION...The Iron Titan...ELI...AAAAATLAS!!!

The ref runs over to Clara and grabs the Ascension Championship, before quickly running back over to Eli and placing the title on his chest. Quickly he hugs it as Daniel and Crash stir next to him.




Our scene cuts to the back where we see Christian DeMarco sitting at a desk. With a Fallout flag hanging on the wall behind him and Arik Holt standing to his right, Christian sits there emotionless.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: How about that Ascension Championship Match?

A smirk appears on his face, but it feels almost empty.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Honestly, I wasn’t sure if that title was just going to keep bouncing and bouncing and bouncing between all of them, before I managed to find someone who could stand atop that mountain. But rest assured, I have plans for that too.

The smirk curls up at the ends as the devilish intent suddenly can be seen in his eyes.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But right now...let’s talk about the Noble Championship. I handed that title to Kayla Richards at the last Fallout, as a reward for outlasting nine other Fallout roster members on the green side of the Wargames. And then how does she repay me?

Arik Holt makes an ‘L’ with his fingers and holds it to his own forehead.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Exactly. Almost made me feel like a fool for rewarding her. If it wasn’t against my old buddy Mav-...sorry...Jason Long…I would have been truly upset. But the moment that show went off the air...our voting system for Wired Consequences went into place. Tonight I will be announcing the outcome of ONE of those survey questions...WHO WILL KAYLA RICHARDS FACE AT WIRED CONSEQUENCES...for her Noble Championship Title.

Arik grabs the flag that is behind Christian and removes it from the wall, revealing a monitor similar to the ones they use on The Edge. DeMarco moves slightly out of the way as the names ‘Kasey Winterborn, Jason Long, Space Lord, Finale, Other…’ appear on the screen.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So let’s start off with some of these write-ins.

The word ‘Other’ goes away and is replaced by two names: Bruce McLeod and Bryan Williams, each with the number “4%” next to them.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Each of these names were written in. I honestly have no idea who Bryan Williams is, but no one wants to see the fucking Highlander step back into our ring and cry his way to another loss. So fuck that.

Finale’s name highlights and the number “8%” appears next to it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The newer guy on the block earned some recognition, but definitely not enough.

Space Lord’s name lights up and the number “8%” appears beside it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: One half of SEX tried to step up to the challange...but it seems not many people wanted to see it.

Kasey Winterborn’s name is the next to be lit up as the number “8%” comes into view next to her name.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Someone who I have high hopes for...and thought originally was a front runner for this opportunity...comes in tied for second with Space Lord and Finale.

Jason Long’s name expands slightly as the number “65%” appears.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And in a runaway win...Jason Long was chosen by YOU the fans...to face Kayla Richards again, for her Noble Championship.

Fans can be heard cheering.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So I see what my fans want...and that is exactly what you will get. At Wired Consequences it will be the Champion Kayla Richards versus the Challenger Jason Long...for the Fallout Noble Championship!

Christian moves out of the way as we see the numbers completely for everyone, on the monitor.

Who will face Kayla Richards for the Noble Championship at Wired Consequences?
Bryan Williams - 4%
Bruce McLeod - 4%
Finale - 9%
Space Lord - 9%
Kasey Winterborn - 9%
Jason Long - 65%






The sun is starting to retreat down beneath the clouds that are drifting in the sky above the Pala Alpitour. It’s giving you that serene, sherbert color. It looks especially nice when the camera pulls out and we see Contessa Floran sitting on the edge of the roof staring at the street below. She dangles her feet, lightly kicking them back and forth.

CONTESSA: I haven’t been to Italy before. It’s fine. A little better than the desert that I have come to know as my home. I suppose that Project: Honor is also my home. It’s strange because I can’t help but feel like I just moved in. Maybe it’s being on Fallout, maybe it’s my disappearing act, I just don’t feel comfortable here.

Says the girl dangling her legs off of the side of a building.

CONTESSA: Please don’t mistake that vulnerability for weakness. No one on the roster is making me feel that way. It’s me. I do not feel like I have a place here. I feel unwelcome. Perhaps that it is all in my head. Perhaps it isn’t. I suppose I will just have to make a place for myself here and I will do so at the expense of others. All others.

A sly smirk appears on her face. I wonder if she is going to tell us what that means? Probably not. A good guess would be that it’s going to be achieved through some sort of violence. Put money on that.

CONTESSA: At Wired Consequences I am going to be competing in an ambulance match, a dumpster match, a fight pit match, a monster’s ball match, or something else entirely. For all I know it could be a game of strip poker, considering some of the booking decisions we have seen. Alas, this is the life I have chosen in coming to Fallout. But that isn’t to say that the prospects aren’t exciting, thrilling even. I never know what management is going to do from one card to the next. I suppose having a slight idea of what they expect me to put my body through is a small blessing.

She casts a slight glance down to the scars that she received during her first encounter with Drago Santiago. Contessa isn’t upset or feeling vengeful, she is admiring them.

CONTESSA: I am game. Let’s go into the unknown my fellow Elsas. I snuffed out Pyro. Drago sliced me up something awful. He lost to Julias last week. So the logical progression is Julius and I going for a tussle tonight. Joy. Let’s see what the motherfucker’s motherfucker can do. Win or lose, we’re both fighting for the Prime Title in two weeks so let us at the very least have some fun tonight. Don’t mistake that for me not taking this seriously, but I am taking this as a learning experience first and foremost. A win would be nice, but getting the measure of you is paramount.

Oblivion’s Crush pushes herself up to her feet. She dusts off her dress and begins mimicking a tightrope walker as she paced along the edge of the building.

CONTESSA: My aim is clear. I want everyone to get just a little fear when they see my name across the card from them. I don’t evoke that reaction now, but maybe I will with the Prime Title cradled in my arms. Big Bad Little So-And-So. Ambulance Match? That will have to be a big vehicle but we can make it work. Dumpster Match? That’s Pyro’s domain, I’m sure that he’s spent the night in more than a few of them. Fight Pit? Rather not. Monster’s Ball? I adore Heath Ledger and murder. Something conjured by the Project: Honor fans? I shudder to think but if that is the case, then I suppose I don’t have a choice. Whichever stipulation is set, know that I will bring an elegant violence that none of you could ever dare imagine. All you can do is try your best. So it goes.

Contessa stands on one foot, does a small twirl, and then hops down onto the gravel covered roof, walking off just as the sun finally falls beneath the horizon.



CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… weighing in at 205lbs… THE MESSIAH OF FIRE… PYRO!!!

"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 a horror themed mask 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.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent… weighing in at 225lbs… THE PERFECT DISASTER… DEX GRIFFIN!!!

I'll never back down

I'll never back down

I get up, up, up

When I'm bleeding

Barely breathing

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


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

Wake up, wake up, wake up

But now it's your turn to face the fire

Wake up, wake up, wake up

You can try to kill me

But I'll rise again

Rise again

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

I get up, up, up

When I'm bleeding

Barely breathing

I'll never back down

I get up, up, up

When I'm feeling

Broken and beaten

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

The fear's taking hold

But I'm taking control

Of my own life

I'll never back down

I get up, up, up

When I'm bleeding

Undefeated

I'll never back down

The music starts to fade out at this point and Dex stands ready for the match to begin.

ALARA ADAMS: Here we go.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Knowing these two, this is likely to be brutality at its best.

DING DING!!!!

Both superstars start off circling the ring before locking up. Pyro goes with a quick side headlock that he wrenches in. Dex throws in a few forearm shots to the ribs before shoving Pyro off, he tries tripping him after he bounces off of the ropes but Pyro leaps over. Pyro hits the far ropes and comes back and gets hit with a lariat. Pyro pops right back up and gets quickly dropped with a running lariat this time. Pyro pops back up quickly again, this time Griffin takes him in a side headlock. Pyro grabs Dex by the waist and lifts him up, looking to drop him with a back suplex but Dex releases the headlock and lands on his feet near the ropes, well away from Pyro, Pyro turns and nails a running superman elbow sending Griffin right over the ropes and causing him to take a nasty fall out to the floor below.

ALARA ADAMS: Both men showing they could wrestle right there.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah until Pyro decided his elbow works better.

Pyro rolls out to the floor, he grabs Dex by the hair and throws him head first into the nearby barricade. Pyro wastes no time and begins to rake his boot across the face of the Dex Griffin. Pyro follows up with some clenched Muay Thai knee strikes and Dex is clearly hurting early. The messiah of fire irish whips Griffin into the steel ring steps hard causing them to separate upon impact.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, after that I’m pretty sure the wrestling is done.

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah, nothing pretty about those ring steps.

Dex eventually starts to work his way back up so Pyro grabs him and forcefully shoves him back into the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Safe to say Pyro has gained control of this one.

Pyro slides back into the ring but Griffin is back on his feet already and he stomps him immediately. Griffin yanks Pyro back up to his feet and goes for a swinging neckbreaker, Pyro swings through and out of it. Pyro with an early attempt at The Omen but it’s well ducked by Dex who follows up with a stiff thrusting side kick. Dex goes for the cover.

ON… Kick out at one!

ALARA ADAMS: Not even a one count.

KAYDEN ELLIS: So much for you saying Pyro was in control though.

As Pyro rolls his shoulder up Dex rolls him right into a camel clutch submission. Dex only holds the move for a second or two before letting go, upon releasing it he stomps down on Pyro’s head, slamming him face first down into the mat. He then goes for the legs of Pyro, stomping them before looking to hook in a figure four, but Pyro manages to shove him off with his feet. Pyro rolls up to one knee and as Dex approaches him he explodes forward and catches Griffin with an exploder suplex right into the nearby turnbuckles.

ALARA ADAMS: Beautiful suplex, Dex is gonna be feeling that.

Griffin clutches his back as he fights to a vertical base. Pyro pulls him over to the ropes and looks for a rope hung DDT, Dex blocks it and gives Pyro a back body drop over the ropes, spilling him out onto the lightly padded concrete floor below. Dex climbs the turnbuckles and waits for Pyro to regain his feet. Griffin connects with a huge diving crossbody. The perfect disaster pulls himself up with the help of the nearest barricade. He pulls Pyro back up and looks for a death valley bomb but Pyro rakes the eyes to pull free. Pyro grabs Dex and hits him with an elbow shot to the back followed by a bridging full nelson suplex right onto the metal ramp. Pyro holds on for the cover…

ONE
TWO
T… Kick out!!

ALARA ADAMS: Another suplex by Pyro.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He may be doing it in a brutal manner but he is proving he can wrestle.

ALARA ADAMS: Shouldn’t be doubted with his strong MMA background either.

Pyro takes a few moments to verbally abuse the referee complaining about the count. Eventually Pyro goes back to work on Griffin with a series of stomps to the body. He pulls Griffin back up to his feet and puts his head between his legs while looking menacingly at the barricade. Pyro hoists the other big man up for a powerbomb and starts running towards the barricade, but Dex shifts his weight at the last moment counters with an uncharacteristic headscissors sending Pyro flying back first into the barricade! Pyro bounces off of the barricade and takes another nasty fall with his head onto the floor. Dex yanks Pyro back up and drills him with a signature 20 Below Zero onto the rampway! He immediately rolls him over onto the ramp and hooks the leg for the cover…

ONE
TWO
TH… Strong kick out by Pyro!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wow! I thought that was it!

ALARA ADAMS: He may have kicked out late but Pyro really kicked out with authority on that one.

Dex this time has his own words with the ref, but again the match will continue. Eventually they both end up on their feet, Griffin drills the fire loving bastard with a forearm smash that sends him stumbling up the rampway towards the entrance stage. Dex follows in close pursuit of Pyro but he catches Griffin with a back elbow to the sternum followed up with a sick sounding headbutt. He grabs Dex by the back of the head and slams him face first right into the wall around the entranceway. When Griffin spins around he’s hit by LIGHTS OUT!!!

Pyro quickly drops down to his knees for the cover.

ONE
TWO
THRE… KICK OUT!!

ALARA ADAMS: That was damn close.

Once again Pyro doesn't seem to be too pleased with the refs count. He doesn't waste time though and pulls Dex Griffin back up to his feet and gives him an overhead belly to belly throw straight through some glass staging facade!!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

KAYDEN ELLIS: The crowd got that response right.

ALARA ADAMS: You said it would be brutal.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And obviously I was right!!

Pyro is the first to begin moving, and all he has to do is roll over and place his arm over Griffin’s chest.

ONE
TWO
THRE… SHOULDER UP!!

ALARA ADAMS: HE KICKED OUT DAMMIT!!

Pyro strikes Dex while he’s down. Dex’s back is now covered in blood, and it looks as if Pyro's nose has blood trickling out of it as well, possibly broken yet again. He tries to pull Griffin back up to his feet but slips slightly on the broken glass. He regains his footing however and drags a dazed Dex Griffin back over to the backside of the glass facade. He sets him up for another belly to belly suplex, but Dex elbows him in the back of the head sharply. Dex spins and while holding onto Pyro’s head she kicks off of the glass facade and lands a spiked ddt right on the backstage concrete and the shards of broken glass! Dex sits up and yells out in pain as the shards of glass do further damage to his back. He then rolls over and covers Pyro who has glass literally stuck in his head with a lateral press.

ONE
TWO
THREE… NO… KICK OUT BY PYRO!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: JEEZ!! That was close… we need a recount!!

ALARA ADAMS: Pyro has glass in his skull and still kicked out!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s a strange cat.

He gives Pyro a few shots of his own before pulling both himself and Pyro back to their feet. He lays Pyro back first against the glass screen and takes a few steps back. Griffin dives at Pyro with a running shoulder tackle but Pyro moves out of the way at the last second, leaving Dex to go crashing through the glass shoulder and face first sending him back out onto the stage. Pyro has a sick smile on his face as he steps through the second hole in the glass facade. Griffin is bleeding front to back, Pyro’s forehead and nose are busted as well, but in typical Pyro fashion, he doesn’t seem to care. He kicks at Dex as he tries to get back to his feet forcing Dex to roll closer to the edge of the stage where there’s a good ten or twelve foot drop to the concourse level below. Dex feels the edge and stands to his feet where he desperately tries fighting to keep from falling off, but Pyro blocks a wild right hand and follows up with a massive heart punch straight to the chest!

ALARA ADAMS: Ouch! That’s gotta hurt.

Dex’s teetering on the edge, and with no place to go Pyro has him right where he wants. He locks in The Crucifiction submission tight, forcing Dex to push back into the move unless he’d rather fall off of the stage backwards! It looks as though Griffin’s fighting hard to not only avoid tapping out but to keep himself from being thrown off, until he suddenly switches his momentum and leaps backwards off of the stage, taking Pyro with him! The crowd is stunned as Pyro still manages to hit a modified EDGE OF THE WORLD!!

ALARA ADAMS: That’s Dex’s move!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That’s brilliant!!

Both Pyro and Dex are laid out on the solid concrete floor, both completely motionless from the impact of the fall. But Pyro just has an arm draped over the chest of Dex Griffin...

ONE
TWO
THREEEEE!!!! PYRO WINS!!!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

DING DING DING!!!!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner….. PYRO!!!!!!!!!!

Paramedics can be seen rushing to both men.

The scene cuts to a crowd of people all pushing and shoving each other trying to get to something. The camera enters the fray and shoves its way through the crowd. It is a sea of bodies, some of which smell like B.O. because wrestling fans are gonna be wrestling fans. As the camera pushes through the crowd, we see Space Lord and Terry Marshall behind a gimmick table and they are slinging t-shirts, fanny packs, and protein powder like they are hotcakes.

The fans just keep clambering for more, and more S.E.X merchandise, because they cannot get enough S.E.X swag. Space Lord waves the crew of the Desolator over and they quickly step in to take over the merch table and sling that swag. Space Lord and Terry Marshall step back behind a curtain to hide from prying eyes, but not the eye of the camera or the people watching on TV for some reason.

TERRY MARSHALL: Brother, our merch is selling like hotcakes.

SPACE LORD: Like you said when we first met, S.E.X sells.

TERRY MARSHALL: Now, just imagine the sales we are doing on the Project Honor shop zone.

SPACE LORD: When we debut our new t-shirt we will break the world wide web.

Terry Marshall and Space Lord both turn and look into the camera and give big smiles.

TERRY MARSHALL: THAT’S RIGHT DUDES! All you Sexamaniacs head on over to projecthonorshop.com and pick yourself up the brand new “S.E.X is the best” t-shirt, dropping tonight as soon as Fallout ends and the credits roll the new shirt drops.

SPACE LORD: Sell the shirt out and maybe we will get the next tag team title shot at whomever the champions are.

TERRY MARSHALL: We sell those shirts out tonight and we are officially champions, the peoples champions.

SPACE LORD: We could always be dual champions.

Terry turns and faces Space Lord, and Space Lord looks back at Marshall.

TERRY MARSHALL: Brother, that is a brilliant idea.

Marshall and Space Lord give each other that super sweet Arnold Schwarzenegger/Carl Weathers handshake/high five from Predator where they show off their massive biceps. The camera zooms in on their bulging biceps and then fades to commercial.





Having finished his match earlier against Dex Griffin, Pyro was not worried about hanging around to see what else would happen and frankly didn’t care to hang around either. He’d rather be alone right now as far away from other people as he could be. Timothy Daniels is seen standing about when he notices Pyro and hesitantly heads over towards Pyro, despite knowing he wasn’t one-hundred percent following the ending to that match.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Pyro, could I have a word a moment please?

Stopping in his tracks, Pyro looks at Timothy and just grins as he cocks his head to the side.

PYRO: I’m thinking of two words but I’ll give you a chance I guess. What’s up Timmy?

TIMOTHY DANIELS: So Mr. Pyro, do you mind if I ask you some questions about a few things?

PYRO: Tread carefully Timmy, I know how to get rid of a body with no evidence you know.

As Timothy Daniels takes a big gulp, Pyro notices this and just smirks.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Please don’t kill me, this is my job and I have to ask these questions. Is it true that you’re officially divorced now?

PYRO: It is true. Abandoned yet again. Next question.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: I’m sorry to hear that. Which brings me to ask. Are the rumors true? Are you behind the disappearance of your daughter and now ex wife?

That definitely didn’t sit well with Pyro who drops the holdall that was slung over his shoulder onto the floor. If looks could kill, Timothy Daniels would be laying stone cold dead on the floor right now.

PYRO: Oh. Of fucking course it’s true! I killed my ex wife and daughter just because I got bored and had no stewing meat for dinner.

The look now on Timothy’s face is one of either fear or shock. He wasn’t sure on how to act but wanted to quickly break the awkward silence that there was.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: No, sorry Mr. Pyro I wasn’t accusing you of anything. I just have to ask the questions to get answers for those who want me to ask you the questions.

PYRO: Seriously! Just because I’m different to others I’m judged as someone who’d kill their ex wife and daughter? Do you know how fucking judgmental that sounds? Maybe the person asking you to ask me these questions needs a message sent to them. Maybe I should give you a message to take back to them.

At this point now Pyro was clearly angry by not only the tone of his voice but how tensed up he was and how his fists were clenched shut so tight they were going red. Timothy was definitely scared now as he backed up a little every time Pyro moved forward.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Um. Mr. Pyro. You mentioned a message, what kind of message?

As soon as poor Timothy had finished that question, Pyro headbutts Timothy as his nose explodes all over Pyro’s forehead. Timothy falls to the floor dropping the microphone and holding his nose in agony.

PYRO: NEVER MENTION MY DAUGHTER AGAIN!!!

Timothy tries to crawl away only to receive a kick full of venom to his midsection from Pyro who instantly gets on top of him and starts laying punches into him. Pyro lands lefts and rights again and again to a defenseless Timothy. Poor Timothy has no chance against Pyro who now starts to choke him out as Christian DeMarco hears the commotion and rushes out of his office.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: PYRO! STOP RIGHT NOW!

Still choking Timothy out, Pyro looks up at DeMarco and doesn’t say anything but just continues to choke Timothy. DeMarco calls security who eventually comes rushing in and eventually pulls a deranged Pyro away from Timothy. Laying there coughing and gasping for air, the EMT’s rush over to check on Timothy as the security continue to struggle to hold Pyro back.

PYRO: I’LL KILL HIM!!!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Whatever Timothy has done or not done does not deserve you attacking him Pyro. I love the animosity and tendencies you have Pyro but this won’t stand. I just recently got off the phone with Rock Johnson. He and his little snowflake Project: Honor board, were just stating that they think you need to get some help.

PYRO: HELP… FUCKING HELP! THEY’RE IN COHORTS WITH MY THERAPIST!!! AS FOR TIMMY, HE MENTIONS MY DAUGHTER AGAIN, HE’LL FIND OUT WHAT I’M TRULY CAPABLE OF!!!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m sorry on behalf of what Timothy has said, but you can’t just go around attacking staff members like this. Now please leave before Rock Johnson withdraws his chance of letting you get help and decides you don’t have a job at all.

Finally security lets go of Pyro on the word of DeMarco. Pyro picks up his holdall and slings it over his shoulder. Still raging about what was said but reluctantly knowing that he needed this job. Pyro storms off muttering about not needing help as he jumps into his hire vehicle and takes off out of there. With security slowly following behind Pyro, to make sure he is gone, DeMarco looks down at Timothy. Without warning, he hauls off and kicks him in the ribs himself.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Like the man said...don’t ever talk about his little girl…

DeMarco looks up at the security, then back down at Timothy.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The nerve of some people. What kind of fuck-ups did Rock hire for my show?

The view pans down to Timothy who is still holding his busted nose, while blood can be seen running down the side of his face as he lay on the ground.


CLARA OLSON: The following match is a Noble Rules match! Introducing first...

Poppy electronic beats hit the sound system of the arena as “Hypa Hypa” by Eskimo Callboy begins to play. The lights surrounding the stage strobe blue and pink alternating colors with the beat as the rest darken almost completely. With the beat, Kallie Reznik appears from underneath the curtain, her arms behind her as she skips to the center of the stage. In her hair, she wears a pair of sequined Minnie Mouse ears and a white jacket over her ring attire. A bright, innocent smile paints her face as she sings along to the lyrics of the song, swaying side to side, bopping with it as she meets eyes with some of the fans in attendance.


At the end of the phrase, Kallie turns her body and slightly, pops her hip out and raises her hand with a silly peace symbol held in it as she winks flirtatiously just as the heavier guitar riffs of the theme begins. With a grin, she begins to skip down to the ring, stopping to high five a couple of younger female fans along the way. She picks a special younger girl as she reaches the bottom of the ramp and takes the Minnie Mouse ears off her head, placing them on the head of the girl before she runs and slides under the ring.


Keeping at that run, Kallie rushes forward and grabs the top rope, slingshotting the rest of her body underneath it and sitting on the second rope, letting it bounce her up and down as she grins at the crowd, raising a hand in the air. The crowd pops happily for her, before she bounces herself off and begins to head for her corner, taking her ring jacket off and then leaning into the turnbuckle, grasping the ropes with both hands and testing the tension as her music fades out.

CLARA OLSON: Standing five-foot four and weighing in at one-hundred and eighteen pounds, from Aurora Colorado. The Butterfly...KALLLLIE REZNIK

ALARA ADAMS: Young Miss Reznik has already captured the hearts of a lot of fans

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s bubbly and happy and enjoys what she does, fans like that



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.

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.

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 standing five-eleven and weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds, from Wexford Town, County Wexford Ireland...THE KING JASON LONG

ALARA ADAMS: Hey quick question, Jason calls himself the King right?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Right…

ALARA ADAMS: But his theme song is called “Kingslayer”

KAYDEN ELLIS: Correct….

ALARA ADAMS: So, does that mean he should kill himself?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Are you trying to get us cancelled?

The bell rings as Kallie and Jason move around each other. They go to lock up, Jason shoves Kallie back with a smirk on his face. Kallie lands on her butt and looks up at Jason as if to say “why?”. She gets back to her feet and the two move around one another again, this time as they go to lock up Jason ducks down and gets Kallie in a reverse waistlock before picking her up and dumping her face first. He then drops down and keeps Kallie grounded with a smile on his face keeping her locked in a side headlock. Kallie scrambles and fights back to her feet, she backs up into the ropes and shoots Long off into the ropes, Long comes back and slams into Kallie with a shoulder block, Kallie lands down and Long hits the ropes, she rolls over and under him before popping back to her feet and then Kallie goes for a leapfrog but Long catches Kallie and goes for a fireman's carry roundhouse, as he lifts her though Kallie shifts her weight and drops down behind long rolling him up.

ONE!
TWO!!
Long kicks out

ALARA ADAMS: Fast action to start us off here.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well Jason Long is known for his speed and high octane offense and Kallie Reznik has shown us she can go too

ALARA ADAMS: She almost caught him with that roll up, I think it shocked Jason

KAYDEN ELLIS: You always have to be aware of where someone is and what they can do a quick move like that could end the match

They both get back to their feet, Long goes for a roundhouse kick, Kallie ducks under it and grabs Long from behind going for a snap german suplex dumping him on his head and neck. Long rolls over and gets back to his feet, Kallie stays on the attack and hits a few hard forearms catching Long off guard and backing him into the corner. She then backs up and runs full speed at Long leaping up and goes for double knees, Long though moves out of the way and Kallie crashes into the corner knees first, she is in visible pain as Long grabs her and hits a rolling cutter, but he holds onto it and stands up holding Kallie right there into a dragon sleeper, Kallie drops down and brings Long with her into a snapmare bringing Long back over, she then jumps up and hits a step up enzuigiri sending Long down and he rolls from the ring. Kallie hits the ropes and flies out of the ring and down to the floor with a suicide dive.

ALARA ADAMS: Kallie is gonna fly

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hey that’s that thing that she says

ALARA ADAMS: Long had that dragon sleeper almost locked in though, he could have ripped her head off

Kallie stays on the attack grabbing Jason and rolling him into the ring, she waits for Long to get to his feet as she stands on the apron, she pops up and goes for a springboard meteora landing on Jason in the middle of the ring, she lands and tolls forward before popping back to her feet again and turning to see Jason trying to get back to a vertical base Kallie runs forward and leaps up with a dropkick sending Long back down, she calls for the Elysium and backs up, Long pulls himself up on the ropes and Kallie runs in hitting her version of the bicycle kick connecting with Longs jaw!, he goes down and Kallie dives for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!!
Long kicks out.

Kallie shakes her head and tries to stay on the attack, she grabs Longs arm and twists it around before forcing his hand palm down on the mat, she then goes to stomp on his elbow, but Long pulls his hand away at the last second and Kallie stomps the mat, Long spins and gets to his feet exploding into her with a knee strike. Kallie stumbles back into the ropes and steps forward, Long then kicks Kallie in the stomach and sets up the widowmaker, as he lifts her though Kallie shifts her weight and wraps her legs around Longs head before pulling him down into a hurricanrana grabbing his legs.

ONE!
TWO!!
Long kicks out again

ALARA ADAMS: Jason Long hits like a truck but Kallie is finding creative ways to try and keep him down

KAYDEN ELLIS: Agreed but it’s clear Longs experience is keeping him in this in ways others might not have

ALARA ADAMS: This could go either way, Kallie could steal one here but at the same time

KAYDEN ELLIS: Would it be theft though?

ALARA ADAMS: It’s a figure of speech

KAYDEN ELLIS: A dumb one….

Both competitors get to their feet, Kallie ducks a clothesline attempt from Long, she then spins around his body going for a tilt a whirl headscissors, but Long blocks it, spins Kallie back around and drops down planting her face first. Kallie hits hard and Long breathes in deep realising he’s now in control. He smirks and steps back measuring her up for something. Kallie sits up and Long jumps up hitting the assassin's blade to the back of Kallie’s head!. Kallie falls lifeless to the mat and Long does for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!!
Kallie kicks out.

Long looks angry, almost insulted that she would kick out. He gets to his feet and looks down at her before nodding slowly and stepping back into the corner waiting for her to move. Kallie pushes up on all fours and suddenly Long runs forward and slams his leg into the side of her head with the Vanity Killer!. Long drops down and hooks the outside leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Jason stands to his feet and raises his arms into the air.

CLARA OLSON: And your winner...THE KING...JASON...LOOOOONNNGGG!!!

Cuts to the backstage area where Christian DeMarco is seen walking to his office. In the background we can see newly signed Project: Honor Fallout star Alice Knight rushing at him calling out his name.

ALICE KNIGHT: MR. DEMARCO!!! CHRISTIAN!!!!

He turns his attention to Alice, who is holding a stack of papers.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Um, Alice...right? Great to have you on board, but I am a little busy at the moment. Still a little pissed about Rock and his deci-

ALICE KNIGHT: THIS WON'T TAKE UP TOO MUCH TIME! I have here in my hand over four-hundred signatures about having me, Alice Knight be a part of the FALLOUT roster! Most of them are East Indian for some reason. I guess the ‘OWL is NIGHT’ brand name is big there? Who knows!?!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Right, okay. Welcome...

ALICE KNIGHT: I ALSO HAVE A FEW HEADSHOTS! A DVD REEL OF MY BEST MATCHES! AND MY RESUME!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I see that. Welcome aboard to Fallout, Alice. Now I must...

ALICE KNIGHT: Seriously Mr. DeMarco, you have to hire me to FALLOUT. I know I have a semi reputation of getting an advance on my paychecks from other wrestling companies and pulling a disappearing act weeks later on them. Usually end up in some abandoned barn on some old farmers land... sniffing glue and paint thinner. Sometimes even doing weird hand stuff to the ol' farmer for a hot meal! I AM A MESS, I KNOW! But I am doing rehab. I am trying to pull my act together. I am only happy when I am giving wrestling my one-hundred and ten percent. And... and... and...

Christian grabs Alice by her shoulders, calming her down. He leans down and looks directly into her eyes.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Alice! Alice! You are hired... and these aren't things you should tell your boss. But it's all well and good that you are doing rehab and getting yourself together. FALLOUT isn't the easiest play to jump back on your feet. The talent here is top notch and some of us aren’t completely in our right mind from the word go. But...we look forward to you getting out there and competing...

ALICE KNIGHT: So I am hired? I am a part of Project: Honor?

Our Fallout General Manager nods his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen, our next show is Wired Consequences. We just hired on some other new talent, so how about this...March twenty-eighth, you will take on Martha Atlas in a dark match for all those wonderful fans who are in attendance. In honor of some recent things that have come to light, we are without our Polar Bear-On-A-Stick Match...soooo...let’s make your match a ‘Favorites-On-A-Stick’ Match.

A little confused, The Night Owl tilts her head slightly,

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Three sticks in one corner. One with barbed wire wrapped around it for Martha. And then one with a jar of mustard taped to it for you. Does that sound good to you? Is there anything else I can help you with?

ALICE KNIGHT: Well... I was also hoping to get an advance on my pay first and...

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Alice...

ALICE KNIGHT: Damn! Sorry! Ol' habits. Sounds awesome. Thanks Mr. DeMarco...

Christian gives her a thumbs up and walks off screen as Alice holds her papers close to her chest. Then suddenly throws them in a nearby trash can and skips away whistling as the scene fades.


CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for ONE FALL...AND IS A NOBLE RULES MATCH!!! Introducing first...from Buffalo, New York...and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds...the GODDAMN BUTCHER MAN...FIIIINNAAAALLLEEE!!!

A hush falls over the crowd as the arena lights take on a hunter green hue. The fuzzed chords of "Half Lit" by Single Mothers cue up and the collective anticipation of the audience starts to swell. The punch of the song hits like a concussion bomb and Finale steps out onto the stage amid a dense fog from smoke machines. The Goddamn Butcher Man stomps to the ring and is quick up the ring stairs. He wipes his feet on the apron and once through the ropes he immediately steps off the canvas and stands on the middle rope in the center of the ring. After surveying the audience he let's out his battlecry..."Naptime is ooooooooover."

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent...hailing from Norwich, England...weighing in tonight at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds...SHE IS THE NOBLE CHAMPION...DREAMKILLER...KAYLA...RIIIIIICCHHHHHAAAARRRDDDSSS!!!

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.

Her music slowly fades out as she hands her Noble Championship Title off to Clara Olson and both she and Finale meet in the middle of the ring, the ref standing between them.

REF: Okay, folks, listen up. This match is a Noble Rules match. The rules of the match are simple. Rule number one is that each of you will have three rope breaks to stop any submission holds or pinfall attempts during the match. If you exhaust your rope breaks, any submission and/or pinfall attempted under the ropes by your opponent will be considered legal.

Finale and Kayla both nod their head.

REF: Rule number two is there are NO closed-fist punches allowed to the face, only open-handed slaps or chaps are permitted. The first time I catch either of you punching the other in the face, I will give you a warning. A second violation of this rule, will result in me penalizing you one of your remaining rope breaks. If by chance you are OUT of rope breaks when I do this...then you will be disqualified and the match will be rewarded to your opponent.

They nod their heads again.

REF: And the final rule is that if you fall to the outside floor, you will be subjected to a twenty count. Are we in agreement here?

FINALE: Yes.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Yes.

REF: Good...now shake hands.

The two competitors look at each other, both reaching out and reluctantly shaking hands. They quickly pull away and take a few steps back.

DING! DING! DING!

Finale charges forward towards Kayla, who comes charging back. They meet up in the middle of the ring, locking up. Finale uses his weight advantage, pushing Richards onto one knee. But she is...PUSHING HERSELF BACK UP...NO! FINALE JUST PLANTED A KNEE TO THE FACE OF KAYLA!!! She falls onto her back, breaking from the lock-up. The Butcher Man runs to the ropes to the left of Dreamkiller...jumps up onto the second rope...LIONSAULT ONTO RICHARDS! Finale goes for the quick cover…

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS QUICK!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But will it work?

Not even a chance for the ref to get down for the count as Kayla kicks out! She rolls onto her side and checks her nose one more time, to make sure she isn’t bleeding. Finale wasting no time, pulling Richards up to her feet. He whips Kayla into the ropes and she comes flying back...he grabs her...picks her up...SPINEBU-NO! KAYLA MANAGES TO REVERSE IT AND HITS A DOUBLE-KNEE FACEBREAKER!!! Finale grabs at his face and stumbles back. Kayla flips up onto her feet. She goes running across the ring...comes flying back...jumps...RUNNING DROPKICK AND FINALE GOES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE... CRASHING HARD ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: DAMN!

Kayla grabs the rope, pulls back and LAUNCHES herself onto the top rope! SHE JUMPS...SPRINGBOARD FOUR-FIFTY SPLASH ONTO FINALE ON THE OUTSIDE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: BE-STILL MY BEATING HEART!!!

Richards slowly rises to her feet, grabbing at her abdomen. She quickly grabs Finale and assists him to his feet. She shoves him onto the apr-NO! FINALE STOPS HER, grabs the back of her head...AND SLAMS IT ONTO THE APRON!!! Kayla stumbles back...Finale lurches forward like a superkick...but stops and spins around…

ALARA ADAMS: USE YOUR ILLUSION!!!

SPINING BACK ELBOW ONTO KAYLA RICHARDS!!! FINALE QUICK TO HIS FEET AND SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING!!!

REF: ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THREE!

…

FOUR!

…

FIVE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kayla seems to be beginning to stir!

SIX!

ALARA ADAMS: Can I go help her up if the ref has his back turned?

SEVEN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: No!

EIGHT!

...

NINE!

ALARA ADAMS: Finale looking out to the crowd.

TEN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And now he has his arms outstretched, almost like he is expecting victory!

ELEVEN!

ALARA ADAMS: Bad timing by him. Richards is up to her feet…

TWELVE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: AND SHE HAS CRAWLED BACK INTO THE RING! FINALE’S BACK IS TO HER!!!

Kayla charges Finale...Finale turns around...AND KAYLA ROCKS HIM WITH A SLAP TO THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS HEAD! AND THEN A LEFT SLAP! RIGHT SLAP! LEFT SLAP! FINALE IS IN THE CORNER!!! The Noble Champion throws one of Finale’s arms over her shoulder. She grabs him around the waste.

KAYDEN ELLIS: LUCKY!

ALARA ADAMS: SAITO SUPLEX! KAYLA HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!

ONE!
TWWW-

The ref stops the count and points out Finale’s foot that is under the ropes! He calls off the count and the Butcher Man is down to two rope breaks left. Kayla slaps the mat before getting back up to her feet. She grabs Finale and pulls him to his fe-OH! HE ROCKS HER WITH AN EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!! Finale up to his feet completely. He grabs Richards and whips her into the ropes. She comes flying back and HE GRABS HE-NO! KAYLA SLIDES UNDERNEATH HIM! The Noble Champ up to her feet and Finale turns around and...HE ROCKS HER WITH A CLOSED FIST PUNCH, SENDING HER TO THE MAT!!!

REF: HEY!!! None of that. This is your ONE and ONLY warning!

Finale waives off the ref and grabs Kayla, pulling her to her feet. He whips her towards the ropes again! She bounces back...he turns and grabs her...SIDEWALK SLAM! Finale quickly to his feet. He pulls back AND KICKS KAYLA IN THE RIBS!!!

Fans boo loudly.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Finale...is smiling at them.

ALARA ADAMS: I would be to. He has Kayla down and he seems to have control of this match.

Finale pulls back his leg again...and kick-NO! KAYLA GRABS HIS LEG...SPINS HERSELF AROUND AND KNOCKS HIS OTHER LEG OUT FROM UNDER HIM!!! FINALE FALLS HARD TO THE MAT! She is quick up to her feet...but so is he. He grabs her arm and pulls her towards him quickly. CLOTHES-KAYLA DUCKED UNDERNEATH IT!!! She...SHE JUMPS ONTO HIS BACK AND PUTS HIM IN A DRAGON SLEEPER WHILE WRAPPING HER LEGS AROUND HIS MIDSECTION!!! GHOST LOCK!!! FINALE IS FIGHTING IT, BUT KAYLA HAS THAT HOLD LOCKED IN GOOD!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Finale looks like he is ready to go down to a knee. But he is fighting...he is fighting hard.

NO! HE IS FIGHTING BACK! He’s back up on his feet. Finale walks over to the corner...AND SLAMS KAYLA BACK-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! She lets go of the dragon sleeper and the body scissors, dropping down onto the mat. Finale grabs his neck, taking a couple steps forward. Kayla follows behind him and...pushes him to the ground? She turns and runs towards the ropes...Finale turns and looks at her. Richards bounces off the ropes and comes flying back...

ALARA ADAMS: DREAMKILLER!!! KAYLA HIT THE DREAMKILLER!!! SHE CRAWLS ONTO FINALE AND HOOKS HIS LEG...

…

…

…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Why is the ref not counting?

Kayla looks at the ref...AND THE REF IS POINTING AT FINALE’S FOOT THAT IS BARELY UNDER THE ROPES!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Well that has him down to one rope break left!

Kayla slaps the mat violently! Quick to her feet she grabs Finale underneath his arms...and PULLS him to the middle of the ring. Kayla runs over and climbs up the closest turnbuckle. She turns and looks down at Finale who is still laid out on the mat. She stands...she jumps…

The crowd goes quiet.

KAYDEN ELLIS: MOONSAU-NO!!! FINALE MOVES AND KAYLA SLAMS DOWN HARD ONTO THE MAT!!!

Finale jumps up to his feet and sees Kayla in pain on the mat. He grabs her and pulls her to her feet. Kick to the midsection doubles Richards over. Finale grabs her...hooks his arms under hers and starts to turn her around.

ALARA ADAMS: This could be it!!! Finale preparing for the Stripper’s Real Name!!! NO!!!

Kayla pushes forward with all her might, bouncing him off the ropes. Finale shoots forward, but gets tangled up with Kayla and tumbles OVER her. But as he goes over her, the Noble Champion holds onto him...AND BRIDGES HERSELF ON TOP OF HIM!!!

ONE!
TWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Finale is trying to fight out if it!

THHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: BUT HE COULDNT KICKOUT IN TIME!!!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…

Kayla let's go of the pin and rolls off of Finale, quickly getting to her feet.

CLARA OLSON: DREAMKILLER...KAYLA...RIIIIICHHAAAAARRRRDDSSSS!!!
We cut to the back where we see Kasey Winterborn drinking a water and talking to one of the stage crew.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Just the person I need to talk to.

Kasey stops talking and turns around to see Fallout General Manager Christian DeMarco walk up to her.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Listen, Mr. DeMarco, I got your message loud and clear.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That’s the thing, I don’t think you did. I watched your promo for the show this week and honestly, it hurt a little bit.

KASEY WINTERBORN: How so?

Christian takes a deep breath.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I never meant for you to feel down about yourself. Last week I got a little side-tracked with that asshat Rock Johnson screwing up some of my Wired Consequences plans...and I just wanted to get them a card for this show as soon as possible. I wanted to have Pyro and Dex as the dark match...but Rock at me about having a Prime Championship contender being pushed into a dark match while the other Prime Championship contender’s were in Main Events or Headliners. They forced my hand.

KASEY WINTERBORN: But that is understandable in that aspect.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen...I know you weren’t selected to face Kayla Richards for her Noble Championship.

KASEY WINTERBORN: I’m a little bummed about that.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That’s because your fans and the Fallout fans in general don’t want to see you pissing around with some title with rules and stipulations behind everything. They don’t want to see Kasey Winterborn held back by...limitations.

Kasey nods her head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Which is why I am changing up the Wired Consequences card a hair. Besides the fact that Dex Griffin was injured earlier tonight and causing me to cancel the Dex/Kallie match...I see what the fans want. And then after seeing that poll...I realized a few things. Number one, I realized that Fallout is just not the place where Tag Teams flourish...where they are nourished. So I made a call and after tonight, Sports Entertainment Xpress has been traded to Proving Ground.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Wait...what?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I would love to have their talent here on Fallout...but I feel we would limit far below what their true potential could be. So that just left you and Finale in the Noble Number One Contender match...which...again...I hate.

KASEY WINTERBORN: You don’t think I could take him?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I think you could destroy him. But I find the Noble Championship...to be boring. It was a gimmicky Championship that Rock forced me to have. Honestly, I want to sack the damn thing and bring another Championship Title in that fits more into the Fallout ideology.

KASEY WINTERBORN: It does feel kind of weird, crunched in there between the Ascension Championship and the Prime Championship.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So that’s where the change comes in. Finale will be facing off against Kagome Akaibara for the number one contender spot.

KASEY WINTERBORN: The same Kagome I got a victory over tonight?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Correct. Let her fight for a CHANCE to maybe earn a title shot. Instead you, my dear Ms. Winterborn...will be placed in line with a bunch of individuals, which I know you can handle. I want you to take this opportunity, help me BUILD these talents...help me BUILD this division...HELP ME BUILD THIS CHAMPIONSHIP...into something great...into something wonderful...into something...orgasmic.

Kasey gives Christian an odd look.

KASEY WINTERBORN: What are you talking about?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Instead of butting heads for a taste of some stupid title no one wants at Wired Consequences...you will be fighting against Eli Atlas, Daniel Horror, Crash Rodriguez, and Amber Payne...for the Ascension Championship!!!

Fans can be heard exploding in cheers.

KASEY WINTERBORN: But...wait…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I know some people would look at this as something below them. But I know that’s not you, Kasey. I believe in you. I am tasking you with making the Ascension Division into something everyone wants...something everyone is scared of. I am asking you to help me build the Ascension Championship and everyone who contends for it, into something that we ALL can be proud of.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Why me?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You are someone I believe in and always have. When I first came to Project: Honor and watched that match between you, Dickie, and Jason...I saw great things in you. I saw the possibility of you taking an entire roster, placing them on your back, and carrying them into the promised land. And now? I see the same thing when I watch you fight out there under the Fallout banner. You are my Champion, Kasey. Let me help you show the world, what it is I see in you.

Kasey lowers her head slightly, taking in a deep breath.

KASEY WINTERBORN: That’s a lot of responsibility you are placing on my shoulders.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And it is something I know you can handle.

Christian looks up and off into the distance.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I know you will do great, Kasey. I have the utmost faith in you. But if you will excuse me, there is someone else I need to talk to right now.

DeMarco gives Kasey a warm smile, then walks past her, heading down the hall. Meanwhile Kasey is still trying to take in the new task given to her.



A giant poster of "Wired Consequences" PPV is focused upon, almost as if the eyes of Christian DeMarco are judging the person looking at them.

Kagome stands, changed following her match in just basic matching gymwear, as she gazes at the poster. Her thoughts were spinning back on the words of warning from her manager.

But she just didn't seem to have the look of someone worried about someone's else's foe.

??: An excellent poster isn't it?

Kagome turns, stopping halfway in her slow spin, as she comes face to face with the Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco, who is equally admiring the poster with a satisfied look on his face.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: A great investment and I honestly can't say I want to look back. Though, there's much to look forward to. Like..

The Fallout GM turns slightly to make contact with Kagome, but she stands firm where she stands, cautious of his words.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Just like how my expectations are with my latest trade acquisition. I am terribly sorry your stay in the land of Parental Guidance was...so short lived.

KAGOME: It was a bit of a shock to be sure, but I am here to continue my career, no matter where it goes Mister DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Please..no need for the formalities..this isn't an performance evaluation...I wished to meet you in person and discuss your future on the Fallout Roster. Aspirations are very important here.

Christian clasps his hands together in front of him as Kagome shifts her weight between her feet, her expression earnest, despite the feeling she was getting.

KAGOME: Well, with yours truly on Fallout, I hope there wasn't any confusion that victories and championship gold is always important. Nothing less is...undesirable I feel.

Christian nods in agreement, an unsettling smile slowly appears, none of the warmth of his previous words seem to reach his eyes. At this Kagome takes a slight step back.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I knew someone who thought along those lines.

He takes a few steps slightly away, but still just close to Kagome to keep her from moving

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Quite the wrestler, elusive, but always knew what he wanted...

Kagome raises both her hands in front of him immediately as she sidesteps away in the opposite direction.

KAGOME: Look Mister DeMarco, whatever business you have with him, is strictly his problem. I am a new face to your brand, and I rather be more concerned about the quality of my opponents. I will be taking my leave.

Kagome turns her back to him, walking down the hallway. As she leaves and turns around the corner, the camera shifts back to the expression of Christian DeMarco, one of suppressed hostility, before he closes his eyes, his expression clears, but shifts to one of cold calculation, his eyes once more showing none of the warmth.



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

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a SINGLES MATCH! Introducing first…

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 they 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: Weighing in at one hundred and forty-one pounds… From Visby, Sweden… “Oblivion’s Crush”... CONTESSAA FLORRAANN!

The camera focuses on a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair standing in the center of the ring. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and is holding a single index card in his left hand. We then see a microphone lowered from the ceiling into the man’s waiting grasp. He takes the microphone in his right hand and raises it as he begins to read from his card.

WINSTON WINFIELD: Ladies and gentlemen, Project: Honor is proud to present this next contest, featuring a man who truly needs no introduction. Nevertheless, I shall do my best to do this legendary figure justice. He is an athlete that has crossed through the ranks of amateur wrestling, professional boxing, and mixed martial arts, winning championships and accolades in all of those arenas. Hailing from Detroit, Michigan and currently residing on the open road, he stands at six foot three inches, with an additional two inches upon counting the curls of his hair. He fills that impressive frame with a lean yet chiseled two hundred and forty-five pounds of grit and determination. He is a man that goes by many names. He is The Weatherman...he is The Shepherd of Lost Souls...he is a Bad Mother Fucker...he is…”Furious”...Julius...Fairweather!!!

As his entrance music begins to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed lighting to rest upon the entrance, where Julius Fairweather stands with both arms raised over his head, a look of total determination on his face. Wearing a black boxer’s robe with golden trim, hood down and the front untied, he begins to bounce back and forth on his feet, shadow boxing as the instrumental beat of Dick Dale’s Misirlou perfectly accompanies his movements. As the song shifts in tone, Julius begins to advance toward the ring, occasionally stopping to give a fan a cold stare when they manage to grab his attention. It is a bug-eyed look from a man that simply does not give a fuck, and fearing the possibility of being knocked out, the fan always backs down.

After stepping between the ropes, Julius gives his personal ring announcer a fist bump before continuing to bounce from left to right, jabbing and striking with a flurry of warm-up punches. He ends his routine with an impressive leaping roundhouse kick before stepping to the ropes to give that cold-hearted stare to both his fans and detractors. While some eat it up and others cautiously boo, Julius removes his ring robe and drops it over the top rope to his ring announcer and personal attendant. He then moves to his corner and continues to stay loose with a few wind up punches and knee lifts.

Contessa and Julius stand across from one another as the ref signals for the start of the match.

DING! DING! DING!

The match starts out with Julius grinning while holding his hand out as if he was going for a lock up with Contessa. She inches closer and extends her hand also. Julius grabs a hold of her hand and just sits there for a second holding it. Contessa pulls away with a disgusted look on her face then immediately kicks him in the gut. She runs for the ropes and after rebounding, runs directly into Julius without him budging. Julius reaches for her hand again, this time kissing the top before Contessa pulls away once again. This time, she kicks his hand and he grabs her by the waist, picks her up, then slams her down onto the mat. Contessa lands face-first and grabs her mouth after the collision. Julius doesn’t waste any time and reaches down, flipping her over onto her back. When he does, Contessa grabs his arms and uses her body weight to flip him over and across the ring! Julius gets back to his feet quickly while holding his back.

ALARA ADAMS: Interesting start to the match. I’m not sure if Julius is hitting on Contessa or just trying to get in her head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He may be trying to get into something, that’s for sure.

Contessa gets back up and runs to Julius. He puts one hand on her waist and she jumps onto the middle rope, then bounces off while holding his arm and flips him over once again to finish the springboard arm drag. Holding his back again, Julius gets to his feet and meets Contessa back in the middle of the ring. She has a few words for him until he turns her around and pulls her in by the waist. Julius attempts a back suplex, but after lifting her up, she drops down while holding his arm and connects yet another arm drag. Julius is sent next to the corner turnbuckle, which he uses to stand up. He now leans against the turnbuckle until Contessa charges at him. Julius slides out of the way which causes Contessa’s back to collide with the turnbuckle. He runs back at Contessa who slides out of the way herself. Julius catches himself and quickly turns around, taking a few steps away from the turnbuckle now. Contessa runs at him and jumps up onto his shoulders, then connects a hurricanrana. Julius rolls out of the ring and Contessa stays on the offense by running for the ropes, then hitting a springboard backsplash to the outside!

ALARA ADAMS: WRECK THAT MOTHERFUCKER, CONTESSA!

KAYDEN ELLIS: A little too excited, are we? Contessa is really keeping the momentum in her favor right now, I’ll give you that.

After a few seconds on the ground, Contessa crawls to the apron and lifts it up, looking for something underneath. Before she slides out, Julius notices what she’s up to and pulls on her legs to bring her back into sight. He reaches down to flip her over, but is nailed with a microphone instead! Contessa was able to hide it so he didn’t see and then struck at the right moment.

THUD!

Julius falls back and is up against the announcers table now. Both Alara and Kayden stand up and back up slightly just in case something was to happen. Contessa takes the microphone and drives it into Julius’ stomach and then to the back of his head. Julius is now draped over the table. Contessa steps back and then charges at him with a dropkick right to his neck, sending him into the other table and then down to the ground. When Contessa lands on the ground, she lands on her side and lays there holding her shoulder.

ALARA ADAMS: Oof, that landing didn’t look too hot for her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She just landed on her shoulder, I’m sure she’s fine.

ALARA ADAMS: True, she’s also decimating Julius right now. He definitely doesn’t look like himself at the moment.

Contessa is finally able to get to her feet, still holding her shoulder. Julius is seated against the table as she walks up to him. He gets his legs up against her midsection and shoves her back and right into the ring apron. Contessa’s back meets the edge of the ring and then falls down to a seated position against it. This allows Julius the time to get to his feet and grab a hold of her, then rolling her back into the ring. He slides in right after and leans against the ropes for a second. Staring right at Contessa, Julius takes a couple steps to her. Once he gets close enough, he pulls her up to a vertical base. Without a second passing, he unleashes a series of shuffling jabs, then finishes it off with an uppercut that sends her into the ropes and rebounding back to him. When Contessa comes back, Julius connects a sidewalk slam and stays on top for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Contessa kicks out right at the two count! Way to stay in this!

Julius gets to his feet then runs to the ropes. Contessa tries to get to her feet also, but Julius is running directly to her. She drops to the mat and he goes into the ropes again. Contessa gets to her feet this time and stops Julius midstep with a low blow. On his way down to the mat, he’s able to rake Contessa’s eyes, blinding her for the time being and giving himself time to recover.

ALARA ADAMS: I find it funny how Contessa tried to cheat a bit, only for Julius to do the same. Maybe these two are a good fit…

Contessa is leaning over the ropes, trying to regain her eyesight. Slowly, Julius is able to get back to a vertical base while holding onto his groin. He then tries to run at her with a right hook, but she dodges and his hand bounces off the rope. She comes back, only for Julius to attempt a kick to her midsection. Contessa grabs his foot and then Julius spins around to connect the Dragon Screw right to her face. She drops to the mat along with Julius. He, however, is up to his feet quicker and pulls her back up. When he does, he whips her into the ropes. Contessa pushes off the middle rope and attempts a poisonrana, but Julius had just pulled out his signature brass knuckles from his boots, moves to the side, and connects a left hook to the side of Contessa’s face. She falls to mat and Julius hooks the leg for the pin attempt.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE

DING! DING! DING!

“Misirlou” by Dick Dale starts to play as a mixed reaction of boos and cheers fill the arena. Julius has his hand raised in victory.

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… JULIUUSS FAIRRWEAATTHERRRR!!



There was no dramatic entrance nor something spooky to set up a scene. Just the LEGACY champion, Elena DeDraca, standing backstage engaged in a talk with one of the staff workers. They were currently discussing her entrance and the effects used on it. Elena gave him a nod here and there, not sure she understood half of it. When the camera was drawing closer her body language changed immediately. Her shoulders became straight, the expression on her face serious and stoic. She took a deep breath before patting on the title that was hanging over her shoulder.

The worker made his exit without being asked for it, while she turned her full body towards the camera.

ELENA DEDRACA: What would a working day without you be? Like tea without milk, right? Or pudding without a hint of rum? Or let me give you an even better one, a talk of Drago Santiago that actually hits the spot.

She rolled her eyes so hard that she was sure everyone in the arena was able to hear it.

ELENA DEDRACA: Remember when I said to you the other week that I was in big hope that you learned from your mistake? That I wish for you to come at this different? I was sincere about that. I saw something in you that obviously no one else sees. I had the idea that right underneath this eyeliner and ugly tattoos there is someone that can get the job done. My bad. I apologise. Instead you do the exact same things that everyone does- the same thing you tried before. You spin a little story that no one can follow and you try to label me something I am not. I am not even sure anymore what it was. Liar or worse. And once again you are making assumptions about me, doesn’t that feel like a strange deja vù? Aren’t you tired of always being wrong, Drago? I get it, you think I put myself above everyone else. I present myself as something better than the rest of the roster. That is what one gets from reading between the lines. And let me ask you one thing, why wouldn’t I? Why in the bloody hell should I swim with the rest of the fishes when I am obviously the shark in this tale? Don’t make an idiot of yourself, lord knows we already have enough of them.

Elena’s eyes wandered over the busy scene in that hallway. Performers getting ready for their matches, while others had already stepped back. Some successful, others defeated. In the end it didn’t matter.

ELENA DEDRACA: I am not quite sure what anyone, including you, expect from me? That I am engaging in festivity and that we all become good friends behind the scenes? Why? I am here to do my job, not to raise a shelter for stray wrestlers. Maybe it is nice to bond with other people or build yourself a circle, but I don't need to. I said that when I entered this company, I got my circle. And even though they are not working here- doesn’t mean they are not always with me. Tell me again how I sit on my high horse while all of you work so hard. While you only live to fuck up other peoples days. You might haven’t phrased it like that, but one can read between the lines. You my friend don’t face off with some Jack or Jill, just in case you haven’t realised that yet. I don’t give a fuck about what you think about me, but there comes a point where you can’t leave things uncommented. You know it, I know it. You will not find me break down or pull a tantrum every time an opponent tries to analyse me. Was it possible for you to do better? For sure. But, am I surprised? Never. It’s a never ending circle. People want you to do good. They talk about wanting to face the best- but never make the mistake to do better than them. End of story.

In the near distance she spotted Christian DeMarco. She gave him a signal, obviously they had something set up. But once more she turned her attention towards the camera.

ELENA DEDRACA: I could apologise once more for not meeting your expectations. I could, but I won’t. At the end of the day you can cry me a river and I will just jump over. I am the high mighty, right? Everyone is allowed to have their own opinion. But there is one thing you shall never forget. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. So good luck, Drago Santiago. Thanks for once again being my guest and giving me a reminder why I am nine out of ten times right. Oh and since you like playing with fingers so much…

She gave her biggest smile before raising her left hand, showing her middle finger. She kissed it gently before turning around, walking off.


DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: I’ve waited a long time for this match! Their first match was killer and I’m sure this’ll impress even more!

KAYDEN ELLIS: As have I, this’ll be a brutal match for the ages!

The bell rings and both competitors stare one another down as DeDraca and Santiago meet in the middle of the ring, head to head with one another as the top champions of Fallout begin to show their will to fight early on, butting heads with one another as they begin to throw punches at one another, Elena getting the upper hand here as she pushes Santiago into the ropes and whips him into the opposite side of the ring, Santiago being smart and sliding out of the ring, but DeDraca follows and Santiago catches her with a kick right to the head as she makes it halfway through the ropes followed up with a stomp down onto the neck by Saint Santiago. The Prime Champion outsmarted DeDraca early on and is dragging her into the middle of the ring, falling back against the ropes and rebounding with a Penalty Kick across her chest but DeDraca ducks the kick and springs to her feet, grabbing the head of Sanitago from behind and pulling him down, neck first onto the knee and the Legacy Champion is back into this.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Dropping the Prime Champion down on his neck, what force of DeDraca to do so. She’s got The Problem Child scouted well and Drago is looking a little bit furious over this, just look at his face right now.

ALARA ADAMS: I mean, you tell me, he doesn’t want a repeat of two weeks ago when he faced Julius Fairweather! You saw it and I saw it, he got beat clean, without even the use of weapons!

DeDraca grabs the arm of Santiago and stretches it out to drop the knee onto the bent of the joint, and again, and again, and again! DeDraca stands on Santiago’s hand before stomping down onto the arm. The British Raven looks down at the Prime Champion with the same stern look on her face, looking to stomp down on the arm again but he pulls his arm in and out of the way, leaping to his feet and catching DeDraca with the Sleeper Hold from behind and transitioning it into a Saka Otoshi, grounding DeDraca to the floor with the Sleeper Hold, keeping a knee on her back to hold her firmly down to the ground. DeDraca is doing everything in her power to switch through and slither out of the hold but the knee in her back is making things impossible to move. The Prime Champion stands back up, leaving DeDraca to get to her knees before releasing the submission and falling back into the ropes, landing a knee strike to the back of her skull. DeDraca slumps over to the mat as Santiago rebounds off of the ropes again and slides in with the Baseball Slide Dropkick to the head of the Legacy Champion and Saint Santiago stands tall once again over DeDraca.

ALARA ADAMS: Drago is slowly coming back with this match, they’re going back and forth, head to head, toe to toe with the Legacy Champion, he’s not letting this slip for a minute.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Of course he would, a champion should never make mistakes or let himself lose his guard so easily. But this crowd in Italy is red hot tonight, and they should with a crowd like this… take a listen to them!

The crowd are red hot and both DeDraca and Santiago are back and forth here in this match, The Problem Child begins cranking on the shoulder of the Fist of Hydra as she does her best to get back to her feet but the Prime Champion is keeping her down with the point of his elbow being driven between her neck and her shoulder. Santiago neutralises the competition with elbow strikes right where he’s been digging into, and the pain is unnerving for DeDraca. A wincing look on her face as she does her best to break free from the submission but she slips free and takes Santiago down with the Arm Drag! DeDraca finally comes through and charges in with the Step Up Enzuigiri but Santiago answers back with a Running Headbutt right to the nose of DeDraca, she shakes it off and charges in looking for the DDT but Santiago goes for the Back Body Drop-- DeDraca twists in the air however! Catching her opponent with the Falling Reverse DDT! Santiago rolls over and back to his feet upon impact, DeDraca grabs the arms of the Saint and sends him over her head with the Double Underhook Suplex! DeDraca goes to hook the legs of Santiago but he’s able to roll over and back to his feet and kick DeDraca right in the face before raining down stomps to the back of her head, the Legacy Champion looks completely out of it from the series of stomps. Drago looks around the ring and then to the referee and then back down to DeDraca.

ALARA ADAMS: Uh oh, Drago’s got bad intentions on his mind right now, and we’ve seen him go with those bad intentions before, they never work out well for the other person in the match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: If the match at The Crowning proved so, then yes. But he might be doing this to save himself this week, he didn’t use weapons against Julius so of course… he’s going to go for them this time.

That crooked, twisted and evil smile all over his face was the perfect visual to capture as he rolls out of the ring and heads under the apron, being sucked into the underbelly of the ring as soon weapons are thrown out of under the ring and then a black bag is seen placed down on the floor, a hand holding onto it as Drago pulls himself out from under the ring. The selection of weapons includes a Singapore cane, nunchucks, handcuffs, and a bokken. Santiago throws them into the ring and then places the small pouch into the corner, he slithers in and already DeDraca looks to grab a hold of the bokken from Santiago’s clutches but he gives her a boot to the face and takes it from her hands. Twirling it around in his hands as he walks around DeDraca and stalking her, she raises to her feet and Santiago strikes her in the rib cage, bringing her down to a knee. Santiago twirls it around in his hands again before swinging but DeDraca catches the bokken under her arm! She slowly rises to her feet and stares down Santiago. DeDraca lets out a scream before taking down The Problem Child with a lariat and then using the bokken right into the rib cage, then giving him another shot of the bokken into the spine! She’s got Santiago up and drops her down with the Revelation Cradle DDT!

ALARA ADAMS: REVELATION! Dropped right on the point of his head!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Got Drago good with that Cradle DDT and DeDraca is already back up to her feet, she’s looking to finish this early, might be setting herself up for the Black Hole submission of hers!

DeDraca takes a few steps back as Santiago stands back up onto his feet, she runs in and tilt-a-whirls around BUT DRAGO CAUGHT HER-- WHITE WEDDING!!! DROPPING HER DOWN TO THE MAT! THE PRIME CHAMPION GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

T--

DEDRACA KICKS OUT JUST BEFORE THREE!

ALARA ADAMS: THAT WAS SO CLOSE! OH MY GOD!

KAYDEN ELLIS: After the BEATING she’s taken here tonight, she’s still not giving up without a FIGHT on her hands!

DeDraca is dragged up to her feet by The Problem Child and Santiago sets up for the Black Halo but DeDraca turns it around into a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Santiago rolls through and to his feet, DeDraca gets to hers and goes for a right hand punch-- but he’s grabbed the hand! He’s got the hand of DeDraca! Bending the fingers back far and twisting them in a way they shouldn’t! SNAP! The fingers of Elena DeDraca might be broken! SNAP! And again with another finger of the Legacy Champion! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! The entire hand is in pieces! Santiago heads to the corner and goes prone, reaching for the black pouch he had earlier-- HIS HAND GOT GRABBED, BEING PULLED AWAY BY SOME HOODED PERSON…

KAYDEN ELLIS: OH MY GOD-

IT’S CONTESSA FLORAN! SHE’S GOT THE ARM OF DRAGO AND SHE WON’T LET GO! ELENA! FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN! THE CURB STOMP AND THE COVER-- AND CONTESSA IS HOLDING HIS ARMS DOWN!

ALARA ADAMS: WAIT! NOT LIKE THIS!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: ELENA DEDRACA PINNED DRAGO SANTIAGO! THE LEGACY CHAMPION PINNED THE PRIME CHAMPION!

KAYDEN ELLIS: With some help might I add in!

“Revelation” -- Black Veil Brides plays out through the arena and they cheer loudly for DeDraca, and for the second week in a row, Santiago is shocked.

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… the Project: Honor Legacy Champion… ELENA… DEEEEEDRRRAAAAACAAAAAA!!!!

ALARA ADAMS:

KAYDEN ELLIS:

Drago shakes off the effects of the Curb Stomp and gives chase to Contessa on the ramp, but she slips through the curtain, Santiago follows and opens up the curtain… nobody there. Contessa is gone. Drago turns back around to collect his championship-- THE CONJURING!!! PYRO WITH THE MIST TO THE EYES OF THE CHAMPION! SANTIAGO IS BLINDED BY THE FIRE MIST IN HIS EYES!

ALARA ADAMS: PYRO IS OUT HERE! THAT’S THE SECOND CHALLENGER FOR DRAGO’S TITLE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You saw Contessa, so you just had to have Pyro out here and I have a feeling a certain someone will be showing soon...

Pyro makes his way down to the ring, passing Elena DeDraca on the ramp and making his way around the ring, he picks up the Prime Championship from the timekeeper and heads into the ring. Pyro holds the championship up high and on the stage, by a fallen Drago Santiago, is Contessa Floran. Watching from far as Pyro holds the title up high-- but he’s turned around and INTO THE KNOCKOUT PUNCH FROM JULIUS FAIRWEATHER! THE ROYALE WITH CHEESE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THERE HE IS!

ALARA ADAMS: The Prime Championship match at Wired Consequences just got a little bit more intense! This is going to be hot!

And now it’s Julius with the championship in his hands, he doesn’t hold it up over his head but he keeps it in his clutches as he looks down at Pyro with disgust and then up to Contessa still standing on the ramp. The feed slowly fading away on Julius holding the Project: Honor Prime Championship in his hand.