PROVING GROUND XII | 3/12/21: THE FEAST RESULTS

A video package starts to play along with the Proving Ground Theme Song; “This Is War” by No Resolve”. As the music starts, the video shows various clips of PG’s roster members.

♫No, you're never gonna lie to me
Your mouth moves, but you never speak
And nobody can fuck with me
So get up, get up, or get out♫

The video shifts to show a recap of Shawn Warstein’s Tyrant Crowning Celebration.

♫I know you're scared of catastrophe
Paranoid when you feel the heat
We'll start a riot, one, two, three
So get up, get up, or get out♫

♫We're starting an eruption
I feel the fire burn inside of me
Killing the corruption
Still holding on, holding on
This is war!♫

The next clip shows the mayhem of the Big Drip Productions/Lance Williams vs. Legacy/Euan Hill match.

♫It's annihilation
Hell is in the air, it's hard to breathe
Sick of all the hatred
So I'm holding on, holding on♫

It then shifts, showing a huge X-Factor Championship defense by Indy Darling against Blair Regent.

♫In the trenches stuck
We've gone too far
Are you ready to die?
This is war!♫

The final clip shows Mark Hunter cheating his way to victory over Dickie Watson to obtain the Grand Championship.

♫When ever step you take is do or die
When every breath you take is filled with lies
And you can't deny you're feeling like you're paralyzed
So it's time to settle the score
This is war♫

The video package starts to fade out and into the Proving Ground Logo.


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

”OI CUNT, FECK AWF M8!”
“MYOJIN, WILL YOU MODEL FOR ME?”
“LANCE CAN BULLDOZE ME ANY DAY!”
“CADEN, GO JUUL SHOPPING WITH ME!”
“EUAN LOOKS LIKE THE QUIET KID IN SCHOOL YOU DON’T WANT TO PISS OFF!”

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

TREY BOOKER: Welcome back to the TWELFTH edition of Proving Grounds!

J.T. PRICE: Did you just… botch our show’s name?

Trey goes radio silent.

J.T. PRICE: WE’VE BEEN DOING THIS HOW LONG AND YOU MESS UP AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SHOW?!

After grabbing a laminated paper in front of him, Trey hides his face behind it while J.T. continues to talk.

J.T. PRICE: Well, since I have a commentary partner that can’t get the name of the show right, I guess I’ll get us kicked off tonight! We have a HUGE card coming to you as some of the roster prepares for Fallout’s first ever EXCLUSIVE PPV, WIRED CONSEQUENCES! Dickie Watson, Legacy, and Big Drip Productions all have matches on their show which leaves the rest of us on the ‘A’ brand to continue our streak of awesomeness!

TREY BOOKER: Okay, I’m good. I must apologize for that, I don’t know what came over me. I’M JUST SO STOKED TO GET THIS SHOW STARTED!

Trey lowers the laminated paper and places it back on the table in front of him.

TREY BOOKER: Mark Hunter’s Championship Celebration, Legacy vs. Big Drip in singles matches, The Commonwealth vs. Grand Champion and X-Factor Champion, TJ defending his Title against Euan Hill, MYOJIN and Emmanuelle teaming up against Cadillac and Lance, Blair vs. Pat, and Betsy vs. Tyler making their singles debuts… THIS CARD IS LOADED!

J.T. PRICE: As long as you don’t mess up the name again… let’s get this shit going!



TREY BOOKER: This may not prove popular but we are about to kick things off with Mark Hunter!!

J.T. PRICE: The cheater that prospered.

HOLLY PEREZ: Please welcome the new Project Honor Grand Champion… MARK HUNTER!!!

The camera focuses on the ramp as the crowd waits whilst booing intensely. After a short pause the booing goes up a notch as “Feel Invincible” by Skillet blasts throughout the arena.

TREY BOOKER: The fans making their feelings pretty clear.

Eventually Mark Hunter dressed in a grey suit strolls out carrying both a huge smirk and the Grand Championship belt, almost on cue the crowd find another level of abuse to hurl toward Hunter.

J.T. PRICE: They just got even clearer!

Hunter seems to embrace the reaction by holding up the title and basking in the moment. The crowd begin to ease the abuse as Mark makes his way down the ramp and into the ring via the ring steps, the still smirking Hunter poses in the corner before taking the microphone from Holly Perez as the music fades away. After taking a moment and arranging the belt on his left shoulder he goes to speak.

MARK HUNTER: Just to sa…

Mark is drowned out by the crowd's boos, eventually the crowd dies down but quickly get antagonised by Hunter as he gives all four sides a quick bow.

MARK HUNTER: Appreciate the show of love!!

More boos.

TREY BOOKER: Mark isn’t really doing himself any favors right now.

MARK HUNTER: Doesn’t reality fucking hurt when it doesn’t give a damn about your feelings and simply kicks you in the balls real hard? That’s what happened to the world and Dickie Watson in Paris. That is why I stand before you as the Grand Champion!!

Mark soaks up yet more boos as he raises the belt, he soaks it all in with a smirk and replaces the belt on his shoulder.

MARK HUNTER: The reason I find myself laughing and smirking at the response I’ve received from people and crowds such as this one since that match is simple, you’ve all embarrassed yourselves, you’ve all got to take a long hard look in a mirror and see what you are, ‘cause for most of you the person looking back will be a damn hypocrite.

More boos.

MARK HUNTER: I didn’t suddenly change, I didn’t do something out of character to become Grand Champion. I’ve acted like an ass since the day I arrived in Project Honor, I’ve taken advantage of distractions, I’ve walked out on partners, I’ve driven peoples skulls into the mat from fifteen feet, and I’ve certainly verbally abused everyone in my path… yet all of you were only too happy to cheer me for all that bullshit, that therefore begs the question, why are you all such hypocritical turncoats now? What I did to Dickie was not worse than any of those things and I even warned the dumb ass before it happened.

Hunter looks around almost as if waiting for answers.

MARK HUNTER: I assume you will spend tonight cheering liars though, Aiden lied about the chamber, he made up shit about me saying I deserved to be in it more than he did, I didn’t say that but the truth doesn’t tell a great story I guess. As for making up shit to fit your own narrative, his accusation that I’ve flip-flopped is laughable… you can’t pick out a moment I was a nice guy since being here, you called me out for wanting in the chamber and my words towards you leading up to our last tag encounter… again not proof of flip-flopping, just proof I’ve always been honest about who I am and your narrative can easily be destroyed by the truth.

Mark sighs as the crowd continue to voice their displeasure.

MARK HUNTER: Wanna talk about flip-flopping though? Dickie Watson, well done on being a fine example to us all on that subject… apparently on twitter I’m not an asshole but in a promo I am… that right there is flip-flopping. So Aiden, Dickie, the world for that matter, I beg of you all to find the lies you’ve accused me of, I beg of you not to be sucked in by your own stupidity, people with enough intelligence will see through the created narrative… I just hope those intelligent people exist, otherwise this world is beyond saving by even me.

Hunter rearranges the title on his shoulder before staring at the closest camera.

MARK HUNTER: DICKIE!! Your strongest response to me was that I don’t matter… yet you ruined that by talking about how much of an enemy I am… you ruined that by talking about me soooo fucking much… you care so much it’s brutally obvious even if you wanna lie about it!! I matter enough to get this spot on Proving Ground, I matter enough to be the star this show isn’t being built around tonight… soak it in then let the tears flow!!

After letting that sink in Mark returns his attention to the crowd.

MARK HUNTER: I guess I should get to the celebration part right? Well I’m sorry to inform you all, there will be no rings in boxes, no great big presents with people ready to jump out, no cakes waiting for a face, no ticker tape, and no balloons. I'm keeping this short and sweet. I celebrated last week with alcohol and more bad behaviour, I don’t need to share that sort of moment with hypocrites, liars, and turncoats like I see here tonight. A special celebration should be shared with good honest people, mine was…. So I’ll see you all later but for now… I am your Grand Champion and I hope you have the night you all so dearly fucking deserve!!

“Feel Invincible” hits again and is drowned out by the response yet again as Mark poses with the title belt.



HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds… From Toronto Canada… BEEEETTTTSSSYYYY GRRRRAAAANNNGGGEERRR!!!

“I said oh my god, I see the way you shine
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
So I say”

The lights are dimmed save for the fans who hold up their phones, flashing like stars. As the words ring out, Betsy Granger hits the stage to a single spotlight. She begins to dance down the ramp. She headbangs and shuffles as she slaps hands with the fans on the way down.

“Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, woah
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you’re doing before
They Say
Move for me, move for me, move for me hey hey
And when you’re done, I’ll make you do it all again”

Picking up her momentum, Granger takes a slight running start and baseball slides into the ring. She gets to her knees and headbangs again a few more times before getting to her feet. As the song continues, she climbs each ringpost, playing it up with the fans. Once she’s made her rounds, she’ll wait in one of the ring corners, bouncing from foot to foot, ready for the bout.

HOLLY PEREZ: And her opponent… Weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds… From Miami Beach, Florida… TYYYYLLLLLEEEERRRR BRRRAAADDDFFFOORRRDDD!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Betsy Granger and Tyler Bradford are ready for action as they both lock up in the center of the ring. Tyler gets the upper hand as he hits a Scoop Slam on Betsy who gets straight back up to her feet only for Tyler to hit another Scoop Slam on her. Once again Betsy just gets to her feet and isn’t about to let Tyler do it a third time as she hits Tyler with the European Uppercut not once, not twice but three times before Tyler hits the mat.

TREY BOOKER: Betsy Granger isn’t messing around here tonight.

J.T. PRICE: Well duh! She is associated with Legacy, I wouldn’t expect any different.

Tyler wasn’t having any of it though as he is quick to get to his feet only for Betsy to drop him again with a Reverse Roundhouse Kickthat has Tyler stumble into the ropes. Tyler bounces off the ropes with authority as he hits Betsy with a Lariat that almost takes her head off her shoulders. Betsy manages to get up to her knees only to be met with a Dropkick to the side of her head dropping her back down to the mat as Tyler goes for the pin early on.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!

TREY BOOKER: Tyler with a two count there. Not bad for someone in the first match.

J.T. PRICE: Wow! I didn’t know you could count to two Trey!

TREY BOOKER: Shut up!

J.T. PRICE: Oooo!

Now back to his feet, Tyler helps Betsy up to her feet too and picks her up for a Powerbomb only for Betsy to reverse it with a Hurricanrana. She isn’t finished there though as she follows it up with a Standing Moonsault and follows it up with a Figure Four Leglock. She has it locked in extremely well as she applies pressure. The ref is checking to make sure the shoulders are not on the mat as well as asking Tyler if he wants to quit. Tyler shakes his head before managing to turn it over forcing Betsy to break the hold since the pressure was now on her.

They’re both quick to get to their feet and once again lock up, this time Betsy gets the upper hand hitting her Galactic Advantage(Snapmare Driver) and backs up. She is eyeing up Tyler who is on all fours now as she runs at him. Betsy uses his back to leap up in the air and comes crashing down with Double Knees to the back of Tyler. Tyler is clearly in agony now as Betsy goes for a pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THR - KICKOUT!!!

TREY BOOKER: Betsy nearly with a three count but Tyler is still in this match.

J.T. PRICE: Of course he is… He is ICONIC!!!

Rolling to her knees, Betsy looks down at Tyler who is still in pain from the Double Knees landing on his back. Betsy gets to her feet and manages to help Tyler to his feet, Tyler manages to push Betsy away who stays on her feet only to be met with a Superkick from Tyler. Tyler wastes no time in getting Betsy to her feet and hitting her with a Snap Suplex holding on as he rolls his hips to hit her with another Snap Suplex. Tyler once again holds on and rolls his hips to go for a third but he holds her upside down in the Suplex position showing off his strength before he drops Betsy down with a Brainbuster.

TREY BOOKER: BRAAAAIIIINNNNBBBUUUSSSTTTAAAHHH!!!

J.T. PRICE: OH MY!

Now on his feet, Tyler is lining Betsy up for something. Betsy is a little dazed as she gets to one knee and Tyler goes for his finisher Shhhhh(Running Knee Into The Face) but Betsy was ready for him. Betsy moves out of the way and out of nowhere jumps to her feet seeing Tyler coming at her with a Big Boot that she also dodges. Betsy is now behind Tyler as she hits him with the Ich Muss Dich Brechen(Full Nelson Facebuster) before deciding to lock in a Sleeperhold with her legs wrapped around his waist. Tyler is trying to get out as he struggles but as he does Betsy just applies more pressure causing him to fade out slowly.

The ref is checking on Tyler who manages to find some hidden strength from somewhere and gets to his feet and manages to somewhat run backwards ramming Betsy back first into the turnbuckle. Both Tyler and Betsy are on the ground but Betsy just manages to get to her feet first and grabs hold of Tyler as he does. Betsy manages to hit another Ich Muss Dich Brechen(Full Nelson Facebuster) and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!

HOLLY PEREZ: The winner of the match by pinfall… BEEEETTTTSSSYYYY GRRRRAAAANNNGGGEERRR!!!





We open up outside the Unipol Arena. The sun has already set and the streets surrounding the building are empty as all the fans are inside enjoying the Proving Ground show. Meanwhile we see two large members of Proving Ground security standing in front of one of the ‘performer’ entrances into the building. Standing in front of them? Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen, gentlemen...all I want to do is go in there and talk to my boss. He is right inside...probably up in some fancy-ass V-I-P booth, looking down onto all the action. So if you will excuse me…

Christian takes that moment to try to slink by the two security guards, but both men close in to each other and hold out their arms...impeding DeMarco from moving closer to the door.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Guys...please...I just need to talk to Rock Johnson.

GUARD ONE: Sorry, sir. Rock Johnson specifically asked us to guard the doors and used your name when he said he doesn't want anyone else on the property.

DeMarco smirks and laughs to himself.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I know he owns Project: Honor and all...but I am just trying to look out for my Fallout roster...MY ROSTER…

With deep breaths, Christian tries to calm himself down...but it doesn’t seem to be working too well.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I have Drago, Contessa, Julius, Pyro...all of them deserving to get a shot at Elena and that Legacy Championship. I even sent my only real Tag Team to Proving Ground, knowing that pretty much eliminates my chances of Fallout ever getting a Tag Team Title shot. But what does he do? HUH? WHAT DOES HE DO???

The deep breaths become more of a rage issue, than a calming mechanism.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: He hands it off to little Dickie Watson. FUCKING DICKIE WATSON!!! How is that fair? How is that right? Oh...he wasn’t included in the booking for the Legacy Gauntlet? TOO FUCKING BAD!!! He should just have to wait his turn...wait for Proving Ground to get THEIR time in the spotlight.

The Fallout General Manager turns his back to the guards.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Instead, they want to steal Fallout’s moment in the sun. Him and that fucking lazy ass side-kick of his, Wheeler. They create Fallout for me and give me the keys, but when it’s time for Fallout to actually step up and be something more than Proving Ground’s deranged cousin...they try to keep us down…

He turns his head slightly and looks at the guards.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...KEEP...US...DOWN!!! And then he hires muscled up wanna-be jock has-beens to protect him and his precious little Proving Ground. Protect his wittle Dickie. But don’t worry, boys...I understand. Just let him know that when Wired Consequences rolls around, he won’t be there to protect his little diamond in the rough. And then...Mr. Watson has to play by MY rules.

A wicked little smirk creeps across his face before he turns his head and walks off into the night.

HOLLY PEREZ: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

The opening chords to 'Burn Him Down' play out through the arena as Blair makes their entrance, bopping their head to the music and finishing a cigarette they likely started backstage. They toss it to the ground and crush it underfoot before rolling forward and slapping hands with a few of the fans who're supporting them, before springing up onto the apron and rolling over the top ropes. They get into the ring, and bow, giving a middle finger to the hard camera with a cheeky smile before prepping for their match.

HOLLY PEREZ: The challenger. Standing 5’7 and weighing in at 157 pounds from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... BLLLLLAIR REGENT!

TREY BOOKER: So you debuted and had an amazing showing, and you almost took down the x-factor champion, now we’re waiting to see if tonight’s the night where Blair’s able to seal the deal. Amazing showing time and time again, but can they wrap the bow on the present tonight?

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

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

TREY BOOKER: Welcome to the example of the kind of people you get when you pay your postal workers a good wage! You get freakish meta humans who move like Keanu in the matrix! He’s had a hard time following his bout with TJ, but can he get back to normal tonight?

Pat turns on a heel to begin circling around Blair, closing in on them and looking to cut off their escape route. Blair darts forward, thinking of a leg trip takedown, but a great display of balance from the postman lets him swing that tree-trunk leg and toss her across the ring - Blair lands on their feet, but quickly becomes a believer in the power of the postal service. Pat inches forward, darting right or left each time Blair tries to escape him trying to corner them, before the Pop Punk Prince pounces on the Postman, torso to the chest with a flying body splash! Pat goes down and Blair starts reaching for his legs for a surprise pin, but the legs carrying presents to the children of Canadia swing upwards as he falls back, and lets the momentum from their dive roll him on top of them! Pat steals their idea, grabbing both legs as Blair flails in surprise and the referee counts!

ONE!
TWO!
Kickou-

Kick! Then another! Then another! The weight difference makes trying to get separation from Pat by sheer force unlikely - so instead, Blair knees into Pat’s side enough times to make him think twice! Pat tries to pull away, but the pop punk grabs his hands and locks them with theirs as Blair’s on their back, so they can kick with all the force one can muster!

TREY BOOKER: Almost a fatal mistake by the Downer turned into opportunity!

J.T. PRICE: Smart play trying to win with a quick counter. Pat saw Blair can go the long-haul last week against Indy, and the longer a match with their goes, you’ve gotta believe it favors the person not carrying around four hundred pounds of weight.

BOOT TO THE CHIN! BOOT TO THE CHIN! Pat leans back and tugs away and Blair’s next kick misses, but refuses to let go of his hands. Making the best of a bad scenario, Pat yanks both hands upwards, snatching Blair up onto his shoulders, impromptu powerbomb position! As a hard-hitting highflier, airborne is nothing but a word for Blair, who lets go of their grip on his hands from this new position, waving their arms at their sides to regain some balance, and toss themselves back, flipping Pat over with a hurricanrana! Air-Patrick! But this postal worker has airmail delivery! Both hands hit the mat, and he catches himself in a handstand! Blair rises from their luchadora’s move, in time for Pat to hand walk over to them and catch them with his own headscissors to toss them across the ring! Flung halfway across the ring, Regent stumbles to their feet, where she’s sent back to the mat with an arm drag! Up again, and then they get another to keep them down! He seals the envelope with a rolling senton, practically flattening them!

TREY BOOKER: If this was a looney tunes cartoon, she’d be entirely flat after that move!

J.T. PRICE: I mean, did you see Lola bunny? She’s already fl-

TREY BOOKER: Sorry, my headset cut out, but I think Pat’s setting up for something big, no pun intended!

From his feet Pat looks back to Blair… she’s fighting to their feet, but the pain in their torso’s got them struggling to get much progress! Pat holds both hands in front of him, bends his legs to get the pistons pumping… and Pat leaps! Spinning, twisting moonsault comes crashing down!

J.T. PRICE: WE HARDLY KNEW THEM!

TREY BOOKER: Oh, I don’t think it’s that easy! Look closer!

A move that’d normally end with a pin doesn’t have the same forgone conclusion this time, Pat rolls away, this time holding his stomach! Blair got both of their legs up, one wasn’t going to be enough! Pat’s really feeling that crash landing! Blair tries to put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence but the second they get to their feet, their right knee buckles! Neither fighter’s walking away from that one unscathed, but Blair’s the proverbially cut off their limb if it means surviving as they drag their leg, despite the locked jaw and clenched fists from pain shooting up their limb, as Pat’s doubled over. Fists club onto Pat’s back to bring him down to level, and Blair grabs him in a bulldog position looking for the 1950, Standing Shiranui! But their leg doesn’t let them get the air Blair needs, and Regent stalls long enough for Pat to yeet and delete their over the top rope! A lucky hand lets Blair land on the ring apron, but their leg isn’t a fan of the landing! Pat takes full advantage with a spinning back kick to the breadbasket to knock them over, then he flips onto the ring apron with them!

J.T. PRICE: And we are entering the ever-dangerous high-cost insurance policy area!

TREY BOOKER: THANKFULLY WE ARE IN A COUNTRY WHERE I GET TO CHEER INSTEAD OF FEEL ANXIOUS, KILL EACH OTHER!

Pat’s fist slams into Blair’s cheek, keeping their down on the apron as punches and kicks keep the Pop Punk Prince pulverized and pummeled and he tucks their head underneath an arm and starts lifting for a suplex… and while Blair’s leg isn’t doing too much for them, they throw caution into the wind and slam their nee into Pat’s face as they dangle overhead! More knees! Precarious position as they are in a vertical suplex position above pat, danger lurking in every direction they can find, but they keep bringing the god damn hammer and Pat stumbles forward, where Regent catches their feet on the ropes! Desperately, both hands try locking behind Pat’s massive frame… and as they do, let caution be damned!

J.T. PRICE: WAITWAITWAIT-

TREY BOOKER: NO BELT BUT STILL SHOWING THE X-FACTOR WITH A SWEEET FRIGGIN BULLET WITH BUTTERFLY WINGS ON THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!

The audible THUNK of Pat’s head double dribbling off the ring apron cuts through the crowd’s cheering like a knife through a carton of butter, and he lifelessly falls to ringside. Blair, after landing backfirst on the ring apron, isn’t in much better shape, but at least they’re moving as the count begins.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

Blair’s dragging on the ring apron.

SEVEN!
EIGHT!

Pat’s stumbling to life, reaching for the steel steps to the ring.

NINE!

Blair dives for the ring as Pat does!

TEN!

The clock strikes midnight, Pat the Postman’s slumped on the ring apron! Blair Regent’s spent carcass the ring!

HOLLY PEREZ: The winner of this match by count out… Blair Regent!

J.T. PRICE: We made it a good portion through the show before we got our attempted homicide, and now the fifth one is free!

TREY BOOKER: Pat’s athleticism gives him a competitive edge but now that’s another loss on his record. Blair’s gotta feel upset about not getting the finish here, but a win is a win!


The camera cuts to backstage where Caden Young is posted up against a wall, hitting his juul. A few seconds pass before a staff member walks up to him.

STAFF MEMBER: Uh, Caden, aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?

Caden, unfazed, continues to hit his juul.

CADEN YOUNG: I’m always doing what I’m supposed to, but never doing what I’m told.

STAFF MEMBER: What?

CADEN YOUNG: You heard me. Anything else?

The staff member starts to walk away while mumbling, ‘I guess not.’ Caden puts the juul on his ear and begins walking through the hall. He passes a few locker rooms and people in the hall.

CADEN YOUNG: Nope. Not even close. Ewh. Yikes. Maybe.

After a few minutes of doing this, he stops, posts up against a wall again, and continues to hit his juul.

CADEN YOUNG: This is going to take longer than I thought.

The camera cuts out after Caden blows a massive vape cloud right into the camera.


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

DING! DING! DING!

HOLLY PEREZ: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the WARRIOR RISING CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first…

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

HOLLY PEREZ: The challenger… From The Rivers of Rebirth… Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Outcast”... EUANNN HILLLLL!!!

“Nonstop” by Drake hits as the fans rise to their feet, watching the curtain while cheering. T.J. Thompson marches out onto the ramp, pounding his chest while shouting at the crowd with contagious energy. The Warrior Rising Championship is wrapped around his waist.

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

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

HOLLY PEREZ: From The Hip House… Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… He is the Warrior Rising Champion… “The Hipbeast”... TJJJJ THOMPSSSONNNNN!!

TJ hands the Warrior Rising Championship over to the ref, who then holds it high in the air. After a few seconds, the belt is handed to an official at ringside and the ref signals for the start of the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Euan and TJ begin to circle around the ring after the bell has sounded. TJ holds a hand up, looking to do a test of strength and Euan just laughs at him, but puts a hand up also. They lock hands and then Euan kicks him in the gut. He throws a couple strikes at his head, backing him to the ropes. Euan whips TJ across the ring and he springboards off the ropes… SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE! What a move from TJ! Euan is immediately back to his feet and TJ doesn’t waste any time as he kicks him in the leg a couple times, which then backs him to a corner. He backs up a little bit and then runs at him. EUAN THROWS TJ UP BUT HE LANDS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND HE HAS NO IDEA! HE TURNS BACK AROUND AND HE JUMPS OFF… DIVING FOREARM SMASH ONTO EUAN WHO IS STANDING!

TREY BOOKER: TJ is starting off showing that he’s here to win and nothing less than that!

J.T. PRICE: I would hope so since his Warrior Rising Championship is on the line.

TJ goes right back to the top rope. He looks to be measuring Euan to make sure he’s not moving and then jumps off for a diving leg drop! HE CONNECTS IT! He’s going for the early cover here!

ONEEE!!!

TREY BOOKER: A kickout from Euan keeps him in this match!

TJ steps back for a second, watching Euan as he’s starting to get up. Being impatient, TJ walks back to him, lifts him up, and whips him into the ropes.. He’s coming back now… EUAN JUST TRUCKED TJ, TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT! He seems to be taking a second now to regain some strength and then walks over to him, grabbing him by the neck. He picks him up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Euan goes to punch TJ, but he blocks it and then connects a punch to the throat, staggering him back some! MISSILE DROPKICK! HE CONNECTS IT!

J.T. PRICE: Both TJ and Euan are out at the moment and that’s forcing the ref to begin the double countout!

TREY BOOKER: TJ is doing well here trying to counter the big man, let’s hope he can keep it up.

ONEE!!
TWOOO!!!

TJ is back to his feet now after pulling himself up by the ropes. Euan is on his knees. TJ RUNS AT HIM WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH! EUAN IS ROCKED AND STILL ON HIS FEET! TJ RUNS FOR THE ROPES. AFTER REBOUNDING, HE CHARGES BACK WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT THAT CONNECTS!! EUAN FALLS TO THE MAT AND TJ GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONEEE!!
TWOOO!!!

J.T. PRICE: Euan kicks out! He really needs to get some offense in here if he wants the Title.

TJ grabs Euan and goes to pull him up, but Euan pushes him off! TJ comes back AND EUAN JUST LAID HIM OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE! This gives Euan a chance to gain some momentum and get back in this. He stands above TJ, but he rolls him up for the cover!

ONEE!!!

TREY BOOKER: Euan reverses the pin and rolls TJ up for the cover instead!

ONEE!!!
TWOOO!!

J.T. PRICE: TJ kicks out! And Euan goes back on the offense now!

Euan doesn’t waste any time and he lifts TJ up and puts him in a powerbomb position. He lifts him up and starts walking towards the corner… POWERBOMB INTO THE CORNER!! TJ IS ABSOLUTELY LAID OUT RIGHT NOW! EUAN GOES FOR THE COVER AGAIN!

ONEE!!!
TWOOO!!!!
THRE---

TREY BOOKER: TJ KICKS OUT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Euan can’t believe it either as he grabs TJ by the hair and starts slamming his head into the mat numerous times! The ref gets involved telling him to back off and Euan just pushes the ref away! He goes right back to TJ and punches him right in the gut! And again! Euan gets TJ into a crucifix hold and starts driving his elbow right into his skull which he calls Knee Deep in the Bog! TJ is able to extend his leg to the rope and the ref is calling for Euan to release the hold. Euan continues to drive those elbows onto his skull and the ref starts the DQ count!

ONEE!!!
TWOOO!!!!
THREE!!!
FOU--

J.T. PRICE: Euan finally releases the hold! I really didn’t think he was going to for a second there, especially with that look in his eyes.

TREY BOOKER: TJ WILL NOT FALL TONIGHT!

Euan absolutely cannot believe that TJ got his leg on the rope. He is getting furious. He slams down on the mat and then picks TJ up by the neck. He whips him into the ropes and then runs against the ropes on the opposite side. THEY BOTH JUST CONNECTED A RUNNING BICYCLE KNEE ONTO EACH OTHER! BOTH MEN ARE LAID OUT RIGHT NOW! THE REF STARTS THE DOUBLE COUNTOUT!

ONEE!!

J.T. PRICE: HOLY SHIT WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!

TWOO!!
THREEE!!
FOURRR!!
FIVEEE!!
SIXX!!!

TREY BOOKER: Euan is starting to move!

SEVENN!!
EIGHTT!!!

J.T. PRICE: TJ is pulling himself up in the corner! AND LOOK! SCOTT OASIS IS STEPPING OVER THE BARRICADE RIGHT NOW AND IS MAKING HIS WAY TO EUAN’S SIDE!

NINE!!!

EUAN IS UP FIRST! He grabs a hold of TJ and attempts to whip him across the ring. Scott Oasis is standing on the ring apron and TJ stops before reaching him. Oasis drops down from the apron, but TJ looks at him and waves. Oasis is signalling for him to turn around, but TJ looks clueless. Euan runs up behind him and connects the GBS, a massive spinning backfist that drops TJ instantly to the ground. Euan hooks the leg for the cover.

ONEEE!!
TWOOO!!
THREEEE!!

DING! DING! DING!

“Streaker” by Tobacco blasts through the speakers as TJ Thompson rolls out of the ring in front of Scott Oasis. The ref goes to hand Euan Hill the Warrior Rising Championship, but he snatches it out of his hands instead.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner… AND NEW WARRIOR RISING CHAMPION… EUAANNN HILLLL!!

TREY BOOKER: When I saw Scott Oasis get to ringside, I saw the outcome of this match going a lot differently. Euan capitalized and took the Championship fair and square.

J.T. PRICE: Which is shocking coming from Euan, but he got the job done. WAIT A SECOND-

Scott Oasis slides into the ring and stands face-to-face with Euan Hill. Without flinching or budging, Euan stands still and holds the Warrior Rising Championship up high.

EUAN HILL (without a mic): Even with help, he still couldn’t beat me. I said things were different now… I meant it.

A smirk forms on Scott’s face.

SCOTT OASIS (without a mic): Enjoy it while it lasts… we’re just getting started.

The cameras fade out to a commercial break with Euan holding the Warrior Rising Championship above his head and Oasis standing in front of him.




We cut to the backstage area where we see Proving Ground backstage interviewer, Dex Graham.

DEX GRAHAM: Ladies and gentlemen, "The Luxury Experience", Cadillac Jackson.

We pan back and see Cadillac Jackson, wearing sleek black sunglasses, a beautiful white and black accented ring jacket, and brand new ring gear. Cadillac stands with pride and honor, looking like a true star...

... Other than the fact that he is facing completely away from the cameraman, looking at a random stage hand who absolutely is not holding a camera.

CADILLAC JACKSON: Thank you Dex, it's an honor to be -

DEX GRAHAM: Uh, Cadillac, camera is over here bud.

Cadillac furrows his brow and turns toward the camera. He then looks back at Dex and narrows his sunglasses.

CADILLAC JACKSON: Alright alright, I see what you're doing, I'll play your games you filthy rogue. Try to make Ol' Cadillac look like an idiot. Well jokes on you, DEX, I'll have you know I'm the precipitation of intelligence.

DEX GRAHAM: The percipitat-

CADILLAC JACKSON: IRREGARDLESS. I'll make this short and sweet. Later tonight, it's match two for ya boi, and while I know that it'll end like every other match, with Cadillac standin' tall, I know it's going to be a tough one. Tonight I face the competitor who took me to my limits last week, Emmanuelle and she'll be teaming with the incredibly talented MYOJIN. Now in any other circumstances, I'd be a little bit worried. But not tonight Dex, and you want to know why?

DEX GRAHAM: Why?

CADILLAC JACKSON: Cuz I'll be teaming with THIS MAN.

Cadillac Jackson pulls out an 8x10 of his partner for the evening, Lance Williams.

CADILLAC JACKSON: You see Dex, I have the upmost confidence in myself 24/7, but even I can't win a war alone, so I'm glad to have a man like this to go to battle with. And again, my undying confidence aside, theres two infallible, undeniable, difinitive reasons why I am not worried going into this match. Do you know what those two things are Dex?

Before Dex can even really answer, Cadillac pulls a red marker from his breast pocket. He then circles both of Lance Williams legs on the 8x10.

CADILLAC JACKSON: These beautiful bad boys right here. Now obviously, Lance is a strong dude. His arms? Untouchable. But those legs Dex, Jesus Mary and Joseph are those legs other worldly. How could I not be 110% confident going into ANY physical test with The Quad God, Your THighness, The Calf... Man... OK I didn't think of one for calves but you get it! Fact is, the two sexiest, thickest, and swole boys on the roster are here baby, and we're here to prove that we're not just the best Profesional Wrestlers on the Proving Ground roster; but we are some BIG STRONG BOIS!!!

Cadillac dabs. And you know, for someone who talks so much about dabbing, it looks more like a dad who's seen his kids dab and attempts to do one to be cool, than a crisp, practiced dab. But dab proficiency aside, Cadillac pops the collar of his jacket, and exits the scene, leaving a befuddled Dex Graham standing confused after barely being able to get a word in. He shrugs, and we cut away.


Previously Recorded Earlier That Day

The scene pans in on Betsy Granger and James Raven, who are spotting one another as they warm-up for their respective matches. Though she hadn’t questioned it, Betsy was concerned with how early James had insisted on arriving to start. Now her more pressing concern was how hard he was taking on the weights; He was getting dangerously close to hitting his current max and he was showing no signs of stopping. She nibbles her lip as she takes in the different shades of red his face was turning, as well as how heavy his breathing and sweating had gotten. His veins were practically bulging out of his skin as his muscles jumped with impending exhaustion. Still, he continued, the focused look on his face never wavering. Unable to stay quiet any longer, she grasps the bar as James lifts it again.

Betsy Granger: Time for a break, I believe.

James Raven: Not yet, Bets. I’m almost at my record.

Betsy Granger: And you look like your rectum is about to explode right out of your butthole. Please, come sit with me for a breather, hydrate, relax. We have all day to get your reps in.

Realizing there was no point arguing with her, James sits up and leans against the cool metal bars. Betsy slides down next to him and holds out one of the water bottles from his gym bag. Nodding, he begins to sip it; as the water hits his tired muscles, he’s suddenly thankful for her interference. Not that he’d ever let her know that, of course. He turns from her, digging around his gym bag and fishing out his phone. Disappointment and worry are clear in his face as he scrolls through his missed calls and messages, seeing nothing from the person he seemed to want to hear from.

Betsy Granger: Have you called him about this yet?

Her voice is soft, but the impact of her words hit James like a bullet. His eyes go wide as he shakes his head quickly.

James Raven: Absolutely fucking not. He didn’t call me before making his move. I’m not calling him before making mine. I’m not dealing with this from the other side of the world…

He turns his attention back to the gym bag, tossing his phone back inside with a suddenly noticeable anger that wasn’t present in his demeanor before. He takes another sip from his water bottle, grip tightening and crushing the plastic as he empties it. Throwing it aside carelessly, he tries to lean back down to start over. Betsy grabs his hands, stopping him before he can make it down. He tries to push her away gently, but she slides into his lap and wraps her long legs around his hips as she hugs him tightly. She presses her forehead against his and just hugs him in silence for several moments before talking softly in his ear.

Betsy Granger: Hey… It’s going to work itself out. It’s tough right now, it fucking sucks. But you’ll get through this, and I’ll be right here to help. We won’t let that old man get the better of you; we’ll show him why it was a mistake to make such a low-ball play. You’ve got me now… Which means we handle this together.

James is quiet for a long moment, ultimately nodding his head slowly and lifting his eyes to meet Betsy’s gaze.

James Raven: Thank you.

He slides his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him on the bench. He plants a firm kiss on her lips, but his focus soon drifts back to the floor and he seems to lose himself in thought.

James Raven: … am I wrong in this?

Running a hand through his hair, sweeping it out of his face a bit, she stares into his eyes as she ponders the question.

Betsy Granger: In this? No; He had no business intruding the way he has. Leading up to it? There’s fault on both sides, there always is; That doesn’t make it acceptable in any sense to do what he’s done. A very serious line has been crossed; fuck the circumstances, he should have come to you first.

He nods his head, and sighs deeply. He knows she’s right, but still… he can’t shake the feeling. He offers another quick kiss, then gently slides Betsy off of his lap and stands up from the bench. With a roll of his shoulders and a crack of his neck, he makes his way back to the weights.

James Raven: Is there another twenty five plate in here somewhere? I want to go heavier…

He glances around the area for an extra weight, when his cell phone begins to buzz loudly in his bag. He spins around, eyes locking with Betsy’s for a long moment before he practically dives back to his bag on the bench. He fumbles for the phone, quickly checking the screen.

James Raven: Oh mother fuck!

Betsy Granger: What?! Is everything OK?

James Raven: Yeah. It’s nothing. Just the Project Honor mailing list trying to unload some Revolution Wrestling joint merchandise…

Betsy Granger: Fucks sake, I thought we were about to have a true Beatlejuice moment…

She turns to hoist herself up to do a round of Roman Chairs when a bustle at the doorway turns both their heads. The face that peaks around the ledge causes Betsy to nearly drop ass-first to the floor. Following her gaze, a shocked look appears on James’ face as well. Adelaide Granger, the older of the two Granger siblings, practically hurdles into the room and rushes up to Betsy. Her feet are barely on the ground when Adelaide sweeps her up into a big hug.

Betsy Granger: Addy? Uh… Hey?

James watches as the two sisters embrace, catching a puzzled glance from Betsy that matches his own.

James Raven:What… in the hell… are you doing here?

A playful grin, almost identical to Betsy’s, spreads across Addy’s face. Approaching James, she pats him on the shoulder as a greeting.

Betsy Granger: Mr. Johnson told me that you two had been spotted arriving here early! How perfect is that, it means you two get to be the absolute first to know the news!

The confusion on Betsy’s face doesn’t clear as James walks up behind her and wraps an arm around her waist. He pinches her arm, knowing it’ll help snap her out of her surprise. It does the trick; with a sharp inhale, Betsy eyes down her sister and gives her a suspicious look. It’s then that she notices Addy donning a professional, though rather short and tightly fitted, skirt and blazer. Her blonde hair is tied in a crisp ponytail and her emerald eyes sparkle behind black, square glasses. With a little bounce on her toes, a smile splits Addy’s face in half.

Adelaide Granger: I’ve been hired to act as the interviewer between the shows! Isn’t that just an absolute riot? Now we get to work together! This means, I finally get to be more involved with your life. Isn’t that the greatest? I’m so excited to get started!

Once against struck dumb with shock, Betsy can only stare at her sister with wide eyes. When she attempts to speak, it comes out in little sputters instead. She finally looks up to James, silently pleading to him for help. He blinks a few times, then dutifully clears his throat and attempts to run interference.

James Raven: So. Uh. You’re… you’re… uh…

He glances at Betsy, clearly at a loss as he shrugs his shoulders, wide eyed and bewildered.

James Raven: So you’re going to be interviewing people here? Where we work? Every week? Well, that’s… that’s just swell…

Adelaide doesn’t seem convinced, but it doesn’t break her sunny disposition. But this has allowed Betsy enough time to recover just enough to blurt out the first thing she can thing of.

Betsy Granger: What the hell do you know about wrestling, Addy? Why this?

Finally, Addy’s face falls a bit as she locks eyes with Betsy. Something in her expression tugs at her heartstrings; Before she realizes it, she’s reaching out to take Addy’s hands. This encourages Addy to speak her mind.

Adelaide Granger: I was sort of hoping maybe you and James could give me some pointers? And whoever else felt so inclined to do so; but yeah, Mr. Johnson seems to think I’d be a good fit for the brand. Besides, when I told him two Granger’s was always better than one, he seemed to agree!

Betsy Granger: Ah, but of course!

The sarcasm in her voice goes over Addy’s head in her excitement, but she holds back a smile when she hears James “cough” into his hand. Leaning against his broad chest, Betsy considers her excited sibling for a moment before allowing Addy’s infectious grin to spread to her own face.

Betsy Granger: Oh hell, why not? I’m sure it won’t be so bad, having you around more. Right, darling?

James chews his lower lip thoughtfully. His limited experiences with Adelaide have left him with reservations, but he can sense the bubbling excitement in Betsy and nearly immediately caves in. He smiles and nods his head to Adelaide.

James Raven: Of course. The more the merrier. Just promise me that you’ll never interview any of the “Big Drip” guys. Like… ever. That might be a deal-breaker.

The face Betsy pulls is comical in its disdain.

Betsy Granger: Agreed, I don’t want any of those fuckwads getting any ideas. Ah hell, welcome aboard, sis!

Adelaide beams as she scoops Betsy up into one last hug. With a salute to James, she glides out of the room, humming happily. Betsy stares after her for a minute, before turning back to James. She lets out an amused chuckle.

Betsy Granger: Well, this ought to be interesting.

James Raven: Yeah, I’m curious to see how she’s going to fit in around here with some of these people…

They exchange an amused look before James shakes his head and turns back to the weights. Before he can make it, Betsy grabs at his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss before pushing him away again. Chuckling, he smacks her ample behind and gets back to what he was doing before. Betsy once again climbs the Roman Chair as the camera cuts to black.



HOLLY PEREZ: The following match is scheduled for one fall..introducing first…

“Welcome to Chilis” by Yung Gravy blasts through the speakers. The fans erupt into a roar of cheers as Lil Petey makes his way to the ring.

HOLLY PEREZ: Standing 5’11 and weighing in at 180 pounds, from celebration Florida….Lil PETEY

J.T. PRICE: Here he comes, one guy who has a big drip.

TREY BOOKER: He should probably get that checked out.

The lights in the building dim, the fans buzzing in their seats as they munch on overpriced concessions and await what’s coming next. After a few long moments of near silence, a recognizable guitar riff begins to blare over the sound system and drag the fans up to their feet. A light fog creeps out from behind the curtain, silver and blue spotlights swirling together at the top of the stage.

“NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!”

The crowd leap and dance in unison as “Bleed it Out” by Linkin Park plays and signals the arrival of The Peoples G.O.A.T., a small shower of silver and blue sparks spraying into the spotlights as James Raven steps through the curtain with an ear to ear grin. The lights in the building return full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear, Raven making his way slowly down the ramp, bobbing his head to the music and staring at the ring with determination. He reaches the steel ring steps and pauses for a moment before bounding up the steps in two paces, then leaping over the top rope from the apron into the ring.

James makes his way to each of the four ring posts, standing on the middle rope to pose for the fans before dropping down to his corner and stretching out for his bout.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his opponent, he is one half of the Project:Honor Tag team champions. Representing Legacy, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 222pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...JAMMMES RAVEN!!

J.T. PRICE: Legacy have been the benchmark for greatness and tag team wrestling in this company since they walked in here, but James Raven is a very accomplished singles star in his own right.

TREY BOOKER: Oh I agree, James Raven, Shawn Warstein and Betsy Granger are all stars apart but together? ..they’re incredible.

DING! DING! DING!

We start and Raven stares Petey up and down with a small smirk on his lips. Petey walks up to Raven and tilts his head before he starts to spout off a verse. Of course we can’t actually hear what Petey is saying, or rapping. The referee tells Petey to cut it out and Petey ignores him and finishes the battle rap. Raven blinks a few times before paint brushing Petey across the face. Petey steps back and holds his jaw complaining to the referee who puts his hands up. Raven fires into Petey with hard right hands and backs Petey up into the corner. Petey tries to fight back with a hard right of his own but Raven blocks it and shoves Petey back. Petey then tries to create distance between himself and James Raven by kicking at Raven but James catches Petey and drops down rolling his legs around Petey's, locking in a heel hook. Petey scrambles right to the ropes and grabs the bottom one causing the break. Raven gets back to his feet looking down at Petey with contempt.

J.T. PRICE: Lil Petey cannot get into an actual wrestling match with James Raven, that is a bad bad plan.

TREY BOOKER: Petey can brawl, he’s shown that, he throws punches and kicks, he can scratch and claw, but James Raven is bigger, stronger and he knows so many ways to hurt you.

Raven offers to lock up with Petey. Petey looks Raven up and down before nodding and stepping in going for a collar and elbow. Raven who is 42 pounds heavier than Petey and 4 inches taller shoves him back into the ropes. Petey puts his hands up as the referee counts again. Raven releases Petey and backs up before tapping the young rap “star” on the head and backing up. Petey seems to take offence and points his finger at Raven.

LIL PETEY (without a mic): On the street, you’d give me respect bi-

Before he can finish, Raven hits an arm drag taking Petey down. Raven then rolls around and on top of Petey keeping his arm tight before turning it into an on top kimura. Petey has nowhere to go but before Raven can get it completely locked in Petey is able to headbutt Raven in the side of the face and get to his feet before scrambling back to the ropes again..

J.T. PRICE: Petey for god's sake boy, no….

TREY BOOKER: Raven had designs on ripping and tearing Petey’s shoulder off then. I don’t get it. Petey needs to turn this into a dirty brawl, if he lets Raven go to the mat this is over.

Petey moves around Raven who just shakes his head and smiles offering another collar and elbow. This time though, Petey shakes his head and bullrushes Raven taking him to the corner and driving in some shoulder blocks before standing up and hammering into Raven like it’s a hockey fight. Raven puts his arms up trying to block the shots, but a few get through. Raven seems to have stumbled a little. He steps out of the corner and Petey hits the ropes leaving his feet and hitting a dropkick, Raven goes down and Petey pops to his feet before looking around at the fans and calling for the Can’t See This. He waves his hand, hits the ropes but before he can complete the move Raven kips up and hits a K.Y.S Superkick!. Petey eats it and goes down, Raven jumps on Petey.

ONE!
TWO!
Petey kicks out.

Raven stays on him and grabs a hold of Petey's head, trying to lock in a guillotine. Petey struggles out of it and slides back to the ropes before sliding out of the hold and down to the floor. Raven shakes his head and gets to his feet hitting the opposite ropes and flying out with a suicide dive down onto Petey onto the floor.

J.T. PRICE: Petey was a ball of energy for a moment, and as I said, this match gets dirty Petey ends up looking great.

TREY BOOKER: But James Raven is a blue chip athlete. He popped up and hit that KYS. I am however impressed with Petey. He ate that kick and was somehow able to kick out and avoid the submission...

J.T. PRICE: He couldn’t avoid the suicide dive… Lil Petey again comes back but gets shut down

Raven pulls Petey up and rolls him into the ring. Petey looks out of it and hurt as Raven stands on the apron and grabs the top rope. He goes for a springboard crossbody, but Petey is able to quickly duck under. Raven does all he can to land on his feet but instead lands on his knees. Petey uses the opportunity to step forward and hit a DDT. Petey gets up and stands above Raven, kicking his arm in before looking around to signal for Lil Petey’s Elbow. He hits the ropes and jumps over Raven before hitting the other ropes and stopping, he swings his leg and hits the elbow right to James Ravens heart. Petey pins.

ONE!
TWO!
Raven kicking out!

Raven sits up after Petey gets up and argues with the referee. Raven shakes his head and gets to his feet before yelling.

JAMES RAVEN (without a mic): Did you really just try and pin me with a fucking elbow?

Petey’s jaw drops and Raven sprints at him hitting the Divebomb spear! Petey is folded up and Raven goes for a pink himself hooking the outside leg.

ONE!
TWO!
Petey kicks out!

J.T. PRICE: Did you see the look on Petey’s face? He was shocked Raven was able to kick out of the most devastating move in Project: Honor history; the Lil Petey Elbow!

TREY BOOKER: It...it’s an elbow drop.

J.T. PRICE: Excuse you sir! It is LIL PETEY'S ELBOW!

TREY BOOKER: ...yeah as I said...it’s an elbow drop and then James Raven almost cut Petey in half with a spear.

Raven pulls Petey back up to a vertical base and while groggy, he attempts The Flight of the Raven, a Jumping Cutter! Petey pushes Raven off and when he turns around, Petey goes for his own Jumping Cutter, MP3! Raven pushes off this time, kicks Petey in the gut, then finally connects with The Flight of the Raven and goes for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

“Bleed It Out” by Linkin Park starts to play as James Raven stands above Lil Petey.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner… JAMESSSS RAVEEENNNN!!

J.T. PRICE: What an interesting match, to say the least.

TREY BOOKER: As expected, James Raven got the win, but you got to give Petey some credit. Since his debut, he’s really shown progress with his in-ring ability.

J.T. starts busting out laughing.

TREY BOOKER: What?

J.T. PRICE: Oh, that wasn’t a joke?

TREY BOOKER: Shut up. After Petey’s loss, Big Drip is zero-and-two tonight. It’s up to Sauce to give a little momentum in favor of them heading into Wired Consequences!






Are you ready?

The lights dim down while the catchy, fast paced rock of RAINBOWS by A9 echoes as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with his back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over his eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on his face, raising his arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.

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

He climbs up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on his side with a hand on his hip. The other, taking off his mask to reveal his piercing blue eye contacts. He tosses it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting his head upward as if he’s looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. He backflips off, back onto his feet while taking off his flamboyant coat and moving to his corner. The lights go back to normal as he checks his wrist tape. His charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as he paces back and forth, ready for action.

HOLLY PEREZ: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, hailing from San Diego, California by way of Namba, Osaka Japan, and weighing in at 165 lbs…”The Shining Star”...MYOJIN!

As MYOJIN continues to pace, “Cash Flow” by Ace Hood ft T-Pain and Rick Ross begins to play, signaling the arrival of his partner for this evening, “The Silver Starlet” Emmanuelle. Joining MYO between the ropes, Emmy gives her partner a nod, signaling that she’s ready to do her part in the upcoming tag team encounter.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his partner, fighting out of the Pacific Palisades in Los Angeles, California...she is “The Platinum Standard”...EMMANUELLE!

"Better Side Of Me” by In Our Wake graces the ears of those in attendance as it plays throughout the arena. The crowd gives somewhat of a mixed reaction, managing to hear just as much cheers as you do boos from them. The lights dim down, enough to just see the frame of a mountain of a man, the lights come back on after “Bulldozer” Lance Williams lets out a ferocious primal roar. Lance stands there flexing his biceps, holding his guns up for the world to see. Once he is done letting out some of his former self by showing off, he starts to head down towards the ring. The crowd still maintains the mixed reactions, “Bulldozer” smirking smugly at those who boo him, and stops to pose for a picture for the ladies. Now at the ring, Lance jumps up onto the ring apron showing off his amazing athletic side letting out another roar just as ferociously primal as the first as pyros shot up from each turnbuckle. He then gets into the ring, the focus and determination clear to see as he stands there showing off his 300 lb muscular physique, dressed in just a pair of black shorts that are just above his knee and black wrestling boots. A self satisfied smirk on his face as he is ready for action.

HOLLY PEREZ: And their opponents, first from London, England by way of Los Angeles California, he weighs in at 315 lbs…”The Bulldozer”...LANCE WILLIAMS!

Lance is still smirking when "All of the Lights" by Kanye West hits, and the lights go out. Small flashes of multicolored lasers shoot through the arena in the dark, as a large white spotlight scans the crowd during the intro of the song. As we approach the drop, the lights go out besides the spotlight that stays on the middle of the entrance curtain. As the drums and lyrics pick up in the song after the drop, Cadillac bursts through the curtain and into the spotlight, where he stands soaking in it for a few moments. He then makes his way to the ring with the spotlight following him, pointing and waving at fans while making sure to be out of reach of them. He walks up the stairs and onto the apron, leaning his back against the ropes and surveying the crowd before spinning around and hopping into the ring. He goes to the top rope and removes his sunglasses and ring jacket, handing it to a stagehand before hopping down and getting ready for action.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his partner from Hampton Falls, New Hampshire, weighing in at 274 lbs...he is “The Luxury Experience”...CADILLAC JACKSON!

DING! DING! DING!

J.T. PRICE: It looks like we’re going to have MYOJIN and Lance Williams starting things out in this one. On paper, it looks to be size and power against speed and skill!

TREY BOOKER: Fans of PH know better than to assume size gives anyone an advantage, and without any obvious dissension between either team, I could see this one going either way!

The two competitors briefly circle each other in the center of the ring before Lance surges forward for an attempted lock-up. Not foolish enough to test his strength against the much larger man, MYOJIN ducks under his reach with amazing speed, forcing Lance to spin around to keep his eyes on his prey. A spinning backfist from MYO connects to Lance’s nose, doing little damage but effectively blinding him for a few precious seconds. This allows MYOJIN to fire off a series of rapid shoot kicks to Lance’s lower body before ending his combination with a jumping ax kick. Stunned by his opponent’s quick strikes, Lance is unable to stop MYO from grabbing his left arm and wrenching it with pressure. MYOJIN lands a few more kicks for good measure while maintaining his hold on Lance’s arm, before dropping back to further attack the limb with a falling armbreaker! Lance is quick to get back on his feet, but as he does so, MYOJIN flies on top of him to apply the XS flying triangle choke! The weight of his opponent begins to pull Lance toward the canvas, but miraculously, he pulls himself back into a standing position, lifting MYOJIN onto his shoulders in the process! Then, with a few large strides, he hurls The Shining Star toward his corner with a modified turnbuckle powerbomb!

TREY BOOKER: In the opening moments it looked as if MYOJIN was going to make quick work of The Bulldozer, but he was able to turn things around in the blink of an eye!

J.T. PRICE: I guess strength and size does count for something!

Instead of pressing his advantage, Lance takes a couple of steps back so as not to find himself outnumbered in his opponents’ corner, smiling as he motions for MYOJIN and Emmanuelle to bring it. Giving The Bulldozer a look of disdain, MYOJIN takes the opportunity to tag in Emmanuelle to see if his opponent can knock The Bulldozer down a few pegs. Not wasting a second, Emmy charges towards Lance, successfully ducking under his massive clothesline attempt. She rebounds off the ropes and rushes towards him with some high impact offense in mind, but instead The Bulldozer scoops her up with both hands and presses her over his head as if she weighs nothing. Not giving Emmanuelle a chance to escape, Lance then drops Emmy out of the military press and into a shoulder powerslam. Looking to show some tag team cohesion of his own, the big man makes a forward roll toward his corner to bring Cadillac Jackson into the fray. With a cocky smile, Cadillac rushes in to kick at the fallen Emmanuelle before attempting to punish her with a diving fist drop. Unfortunately for Jackson, Emmy is able to roll away and his fist hits nothing but the canvas.

J.T. PRICE: Cadillac took too much time with that one!

TREY BOOKER: The Bulldozer may have momentarily rocked Emmanuelle, but she’s far from being out of the fight!

With Cadillac attempting to shake some feeling back into his fingers, Emmy takes advantage of the opening to execute a pair of arm drag takedowns before following them up with a short arm clothesline. Seeing her opponent still on his feet, she immediately hits a jumping knee strike that lands under Cadillac’s jaw! The impact sends Cadillac back into a neutral corner where he slumps down against the buckles. Not wasting a second, Emmanuelle charges after him, leveling both of her knees against his face while he’s defenseless against the turnbuckles!

TREY BOOKER: Platinum Dynamic! Cadillac is in serious trouble!

Instead of following up with a pin attempt, Emmy brings MYOJIN back into the match, and The Shining Star wastes no time in ascending to the top rope. He launches himself off toward the prone Cadillac Jackson with the intention of hitting his Falling From Heaven EX, and while the Phoenix Splash is beautiful in its execution, MYOJIN’s target pulls his knees up at the last second. The impact has clearly done some damage to MYOJIN’s midsection, giving The Luxury Experience an opportunity to pull himself together. Then, just as MYO is able to get back on his feet, Cadillac rushes toward him with a front flip spear!

J.T. PRICE: Jack ‘Em Up! MYOJIN was leveled out of nowhere!

ONE!
TWO!
TH--KICKOUT!

MYOJIN gets his shoulders off the mat but continues to clutch at his ribs, allowing Cadillac to press the advantage for his team. He continues to punish The Shooting Star with a series of suplexes, including the vertical, fisherman, and gut wrench varieties, none of which are able to keep MYOJIN down for more than a two count at the most. Hoping that he has softened up MYOJIN for another high impact move, Cadillac whips his opponent into the ropes before bouncing his own body off the other side of the ring. It looks as if he’s going for The Ejection, but suddenly MYO goes low and kicks his legs out from under him. Cadillac barely has time to register what has happened when MYO hooks his legs and rolls his shoulders onto the mat with a Japanese leg roll clutch!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE---NO!

Lance Williams isn’t about to watch his team lose as he leaps between the ropes and drops a crushing ax handle against MYOJIN to break up the pin attempt! This brings Emmanuelle back into the match as well, as she rushes across the ring to double Lance Williams over with a liver punch! MYOJIN then joins his partner as the pair hit The Bulldozer with a tandem snap DDT! Lance is successfully driven to the mat, but as MYO and Emmy get back on their feet, they are hit by a sudden double clothesline from Cadillac Jackson! Cadillac takes a moment to look at Lance Williams as he shakes off the pain in his head, and the pair seem to come up with some sort of game plan. The two men move to opposite corners, both taking measure of MYOJIN and Emmanuelle as they are getting back on their feet. Then, they rush forward, each man looking to hit his version of the spear! They meet in the middle with MYOJIN and Emmy caught in between them like a pair of motorbikes caught between a head on collision between two 18 wheelers! As MYO and Emmy absorb the impact, the momentum used by Cadillac Jackson and Lance Williams carries them both forward until their skulls crash against each other with a sickening crack!

TREY BOOKER: My god! All four are down and out after that devastating wreck!

J.T. PRICE: Cadillac and Williams have both been knocked senseless from cracking skulls while MYOJIN and Emmanuelle are clutching their ribs and desperate to breath!

Following the tandem spears and accidental headbutt, all four of the competitors are laying on the mat, giving the referee no choice but to begin counting them all down!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

All four begin to stir, which finally allows us to see that both Cadillac and The Bulldozer have cuts on the tops of their heads. Meanwhile, MYOJIN and Emmanuelle continue to struggle for oxygen…

FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

With the referee reaching higher numbers, it remains unclear whether any of the four competitors will make it to their feet.

SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!

Yet before he can reach the count of ten, all four manage to pull themselves back up with the assistance of the ropes, each still suffering the effects of the collision but unwilling to be counted out. Lance and Emmanuelle step out onto the apron while MYOJIN and Cadillac meet in the middle. MYO throws the first punch and Cadillac retaliates with one of his own. MYO throws an elbow and then kicks him in the back of the leg, bringing him down to one knee. He then connects the Kiss and Tell and immediately runs for the top rope. He jumps off with an imploding 450 splash that he calls Falling From Heaven and stays on top for the cover. Lance quickly enters the ring as the ref starts the pinfall.

ONE!
TWO!

Emmanuelle runs in and connects a dropkick onto Lance before he can get to MYO. Lance staggers back.

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

“RAINBOWS” by Alice Nine blasts through the speakers as MYOJIN and Emmanuelle roll out of the ring together.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here are your winners… the team of… MYOOJINNNN AND EMMANUEEELLLEEE!!

The camera cuts to the office of Project: Honor Chairman, Rock Johnson. As usual, he’s kicked back, drinking his tequila out of a glass with just a couple ice cubes in it.

KNOCK, KNOCK

He had been waiting all night for this knock, if it’s what he thinks it is. The knock was loud and rapid, indicating something bad has happened.

ROCK JOHNSON: Come in.

The door quickly swings open to reveal a Proving Ground Security Guard. He steps into the office while still holding the door open with his body.

SECURITY GUARD: Sir, DeMarco is on the premises and trying to get in. We have him held at bay right now.

ROCK JOHNSON: Oh, I know. I’ve been watching the cameras and listening to everything he’s had to say.

SECURITY GUARD: What would you like us to do?

ROCK JOHNSON: Just keep doing your job. He can’t get past all of you and we don’t really have anything to talk about right now.

SECURITY GUARD: He said something about having the Fallout roster-

ROCK JOHNSON: He can bring the SWAT for all I care. I trust in you all. Even IF he was to get through, he’s not going to like what comes next.

SECURITY GUARD: Y- Yes, sir.

ROCK JOHNSON: Now head back before we have to get to that point.

The Security Guard nods his head and immediately leaves the office, closing the door shut behind me. Rock whirls his drink around before taking a sip of it. Before putting the glass down, he begins to mutter something.

ROCK JOHNSON: Oh, DeMarco. I brought you in to run Fallout and I’m letting you do that. If you aren’t happy, we can have that talk you’re wanting. Just not yet.

Rock places the glass down and gets out of his chair. He walks over to a table filled with various kinds of foods, mostly from local places in Bologna, Italy. He takes a bite out of something and relishes in its tastiness.

ROCK JOHNSON: Mmm, what a glorious feast.

The scene fades out to Rock taking some of the food back to his desk and taking another sip of his tequila.


HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first… Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds… From Dallas, Texas… He is ½ of the Tag Team Champions… SHAWNNNN WARSTEEINNNN!!

“Centuries (Remix)” by Fall Out Boy feat. Juicy J plays as Shawn Warstein heads to the ring with a grin on his face. Taking his time as he carries his Tag Team Championship around his shoulder as he climbs in and steps inside.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his opponent… Weighing in at two hundred and two pounds… From The Hip House… He is part of Big Drip Productions… YUNGG SAUUCCEEEE!!

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

The music begins to play out through the arena as Yung Sauce makes his way out to the arena in the hopes of being a mega star. He smiles and waves to the audience before running to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and heading into the corner. At this point, Shawn Warstein is waiting in the corner not at all impressed by what he is seeing.

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

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

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

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

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

Yung Sauce then stands in the middle of the ring and falls down onto his back as the music fades away and Sauce lays there. Sauce then gets to his feet as Warstein stands there staring down Sauce who just does another TikTok dance to the disgust of Warstein.

DING! DING! DING!

TREY BOOKER: Shawn Warstein clearly showing he doesn’t like Yung Sauce’s antics.

J.T. PRICE: That’s because as Lil Petey would say “His vibes are way off.”

The match gets under way with Yung Sauce wasting no time as he goes to hit Lost In The Sauce only for Warstein to step aside and hit a Release German Suplex. Warstein gets to his feet as Sauce rolls slowly out of the ring holding his head. As Sauce recovers on the outside of the ring, Warstein rolls his eyes. Eventually Sauce manages to somewhat get with it and compose himself. Now rolling into the ring, Sauce gets to his feet to be met with Warstein running at him trying to hit a Clothesline. Sauce ducks the attempt at Warstein continues and bounces off the ropes. On the return Sauce attempts to hit him with a Jumping Clothesline only for Warstein to dodge it and go for the Backstabber. It’s as if Sauce knew what was coming because he gets out of the way and behind Warstein to go for a Backstabber of his own that connects.

TREY BOOKER: Sauce had that one well scouted.

J.T. PRICE: Must be all that Scouting For Girls!

Seeing his opportunity, Sauce jumps on the top of Warstein and unleashes left and right punches only for Warstein to block them. Warstein manages to throw Sauce off of him and gets to his feet. Sauce manages to get to his knees but Warstein has had enough as he runs towards Sauce and hits a big boot to the side of his temple. Warstein helps a dazed Sauce to his feet and hits the Ego Trip(Futureshock DDT) on Sauce going straight for the cover.

ONE…
TWO…
THR - KICKOUT!!!

J.T. PRICE: Hell yeah! Sauce got a little fight left in him.

TREY BOOKER: Warsetin with a close pin there.

Warstein is as shocked as everyone else that Sauce has managed to kick out of the Ego Trip. Warstein goes to help Sauce back to his feet once again but Sauce has over ideas as he grabs onto Warstein and rolls him up into a small package.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!

J.T. PRICE: Wow! Sauce with a two count pin there.

TREY BOOKER: I’m glad Sauce’s mom stays down longer than a two count.

Both Sauce and Warstein get to their feet and instantly just start brawling as they exchange punches back and forth. Neither one manages to get the upper hand until Warstein rakes the eyes of Sauce. Warstein shocks everyone by just standing there doing nothing, just waiting for Sauce to compose himself only to then poke Sauce in the eye. After this, Warstein starts laughing at Sauce before hitting him with the Spinning Falcon Arrow and yet again goes for another pin this time pushing down on the side of Sauce’s head pushing it into the mat.

ONE…
TWO…
THR - KICKOUT!!!

Warstein gets to his feet and helps Sauce to his feet too. Warstein is caught unexpectedly as Sauce hits him with a Jumping Cutter making sure to drive Warstein’s head into the mat. Sauce sees his opportunity as Warstein lays on the mat. Sauce climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits as Warstein starts to stir and get to his feet. Once Warstein was to his feet, Sauce jumps from the top turnbuckle and hits the Soundcloud Smash Hit(Top Rope DDT) and gets to his feet smiling as he does one of his TikTok dances.

J.T. PRICE: YEEESSSS! Bust a move Saucy!

Managing to recover enough, Warstein uses the ropes to get to his feet, slyly stalking Sauce who is still dancing away. Suddenly Warstein gets a second wind and bursts towards Sauce who turns around in time to be hit with a Spear. Warstein gets on top of Sauce and starts the ground and pound. Hitting Sauce with left and right punches, managing to connect most of them even with Sauce attempting to cover up.

The ref eventually manages to pull Warstein off of Sauce and the ref lets Warstein know that he is the authority here which causes Warstein to just shrug it off. Sauce has managed to get up to one knee when Warstein hits him with Heavy Is The Head(Kinshasa to a kneeling opponent) and goes for another pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THRE…

The ref stops the count and points out to Warstein that Sauce has managed to get his foot on the rope. This annoys Warstein who hits Sauce with a couple of punches in the ribs as you hear Sauce gasp for breath. Now Warstein goes to the top rope and he goes for a Elbow Drop only for Sauce to roll out of the way. Warstein’s elbow hit the mat hard as he rolled around holding his arm.

TREY BOOKER: Crash and burn there by Warstein.

J.T. PRICE: Smart thinking there by Sauce.

Sauce still kind of not with it but with it enough to see that Warstein was holding his elbow. Sauce applies an Armbar to Warstein who winces in pain as he did. Sauce had it locked in strong as Warstein tries to wriggle to get out. Warstein tries to get to the rope only for Sauce to wrench on the arm more, stopping him.

Eventually, Warstein tries to get to his feet, Sauce still with the Armbar locked in. Warstein manages to get to his feet and with his free arm manages to lift Sauce up enough to slam him back down with a Powerbomb. Both Warstein and Sauce now lay on the mat trying to get their wits about them. Warstein starts crawling towards the ring ropes on one side of the ring as Sauce does the same to the opposite side of the ring. They both use the ring ropes to get to their feet and lean on them as they both give each other the middle finger.

Both Warstein and Sauce charge at each both connecting with a Clothesline, sending both back down to the mat once again. This time it’s Warstein who gets to his feet first as Sauce gets to his feet after and rests against the turnbuckle. Warstein runs at Sauce and hits him with a Running Big Boot sending Sauce down into a seating position against the turnbuckle. Warstein backs up and measures up Sauce before running at him again and going for a Running Big Boot. Only this time, Sauce manages to get out of the way and kicks the other leg of Warstein’s out from beneath him as Sauce laid on the mat. Warstein falls to the mat too as Sauce rolls over putting his arm over Warsteins chest going for the pin.

ONE…
KICKOUT!!!

TREY BOOKER: Quick kickout there by Warstein.

J.T. PRICE: Sauce has to do more than that to keep the Tyrant down.

Warstein and Sauce once again get to their feet, Sauce attempting to kick Warstein in the ribs only for Warstein to grab his leg and hit a devastating Spinebuster on Sauce sending his back hard into the mat. Warstein stomps on the back of Sauce before putting him in a Camel Clutch wrenching under his chin hard. You can see that Sauce is in a lot of pain as the ref checks on him as he says no to quitting. Warstein wrenches as hard as he can causing Sauce to scream out in pain.

Luckily for Sauce, he is close enough to the ropes to kick his legs out managing to rest one of them on the ropes making the ref start the count for Warstein to break the hold. Warstein pushes the count to the limit and breaks the hold as Sauce rolls out of the ring once again. The ref starts the count as Sauce leans against the barricade looking in the ring at Warstein who is willing him to get back in. The ref gets up to the count of eight before Sauce finally slides back into the ring. Before Sauce can even lift himself up, Warstein charges at him and connects Heavy is the Head, then falls on top of him for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

“I Am The King” by James Myers starts to play through the speakers. The crowd immediately releases a roar of boos as Shawn Warstein stands above Yung Sauce.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here is your winner… SHAWNNNN WARSTEEINNNN!

TREY BOOKER: Man… what a horrible night for Big Drip Productions. TJ lost his belt, Petey lost, and now Sauce lost.

J.T. PRICE: I mean, did you expect anything less? Only person I would’ve guessed to win was TJ and he kinda did it to himself.

TREY BOOKER: You’re just a hater! Big Drip is improving in the ring and I’m intrigued to see what they can do when the Tag Team Championships are on the line at Wired Consequences.

J.T. PRICE: We’ll see a repeat of tonight…





HOLLY PEREZ: The following contest is a Tag Team match set for one fall…

“ONE FALL!”


A record scratch cuts through Motorhead’s cover of the Sex Pistols’s “God Save the Queen”, which is honestly a better version of the song. It stops playing just as quickly as it started. It’s almost as if they accidentally played it, as nothing else happens. No light changes on the stage, no shutting down of the arena lights. Nothing.


Again, the same scenario. Another record scratch cuts off the dulcet tones of Men At Work’s famous Australian song from the 80’s, “Down Under”. Except it’s not fully cut off. The track continues, like a record skip, as the lights in the arena finally darken to black. Red and blue lights glow upwards through the thin metal bars of the stage, as well as around the stage, mimicking the scratching sound until the growling guitar of GHØSTKID’s “START A FIGHT” echoes across the sound system.


From under the curtain, Aiden Reynolds is the first to dart out from underneath the curtain, stopping at stage left with a trademark cocky smirk. He’s followed closely by Dickie Watson, as he copies Aiden on the other side of the stage. Behind him, standing in the center, is Hannah Watson. The three of them look out amongst the crowd, smirks across their faces as Dickie and Aiden lift their arms upwards at their waist. Aiden raises his arm up in a fist, and Dickie crouches down then, resting his elbows on his knees.


HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first to the ring, being accompanied by Hannah Watson, weighing in tonight at a combined four hundred and three pounds...

Hannah puts her hands behind her back and begins to skip down to the ring as Aiden starts to head down the ramp with a smirk on his face, followed by Dickie. Both jaw around with the fans, Dickie high-fiving a couple as he always does while Aiden cockily points at them, and then at himself, shaking his head. They both grasp the bottom rope on the ring and use it as leverage, leaping upwards. Aiden moves through the second rope while Dickie flings himself over the top rope, landing in the ring at the same time as Aiden rises. They criss cross, heading to opposite turnbuckles.

HOLLY PEREZ: They are the team of “The Australian Wolf” Aiden Reynolds… “The Calamity” Dickie Watson… Together they are… THEEEEEEEE COMMMMMMONNNNNNWEALLLLLLLTHHHHHHHHH!!!!!


Dickie raises his arms in the air while Aiden places a foot on the top rope. Dickie drops back down to his feet and then looks over to the opposite side of the ring with a smile, handing his belt to the referee. Aiden hops down as well, jumping back, and then heads to their designated side of the ring. As their music fades out, the two of them lean back into their corner, watching their opponents with an amused expression.

J.T. PRICE: The Calamity and The Australian Wolf, together they are undefeated as a tag team here in Project: Honor, but I’m sure that smile on Dickie’s face won’t be lasting too long as he’ll have to stare down the man that took his championship two weeks ago by some controversial ways.

TREY BOOKER: And I’m sure he’ll definitely have his hands all over him once he gets into the ring soon and let’s not remember, this isn’t the first time The Commonwealth have taken on Mark Hunter in tag team action. They faced off before The Crowning against Mark Hunter and some dumb prick named Ramesses, and although this might be a better and much more improving partner, I’m sure that Mark has that loss in the back of his mind right now seeing The Commonwealth together.

"Just Like You" by Falling in Reverse begins to play as Indy Darling walks onto the entrance area with the hood of his vest pulled over his eyes. He drops to one knee with arms outstretched on either side, soaking in the reception from the live crowd. After we hear "Honestly I'm just like you" for the first time, he springs back to both feet and allows his hood to fall from his head, revealing a lit cigarette between his lips. Indy is sporting a pair of sunglasses under his cropped reddish-blonde hair, and his expression is difficult to read. Neither smiling nor frowning, he casually makes his way toward the ring his eyes focused on the challenge that lies ahead of him. Around his waist is the championship gold, the flashing lights from above sparkling off its surface. Upon reaching the ring, Indy slides under the bottom rope and lets his vest slide off of his shoulders, catching it in his right hand before whipping it out to a lucky member of the audience. He is wearing full tights with his name stylized down the right leg, along with color-coordinated kick-pads and an elbow pad on his left arm. He moves toward the ropes facing the hard camera and steps onto them with one foot on the bottom rope and one on the middle. He looks around at the crowd, letting a slight smile creep over his face, as we hear "I am aware you are all assholes" from his entrance music. He then unfastens the belt from his waist and proudly lifts it above his head with his right hand. Indy then takes a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ringside area, while soaking up the cheers, jeers, curses, and praise from the diverse audience reacting to his presence in the ring.

HOLLY PEREZ: And introducing their opponents… first-- wrestling out of Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds… he is the current reigning Project: Honor X-Factor Champion… “Everyone’s Favourite” INNNNDYYYYYY DARRRRRRLIIIIIINGGGGGGG!!!!

TREY BOOKER: Indy successfully defended his X-Factor Championship against Blair Regent in a strong match but tonight, he’s got a tough challenge against The Commonwealth, and an even bigger challenge of having to team with someone nobody on this roster should trust at all.

“Feel Invincible” by Skillet suddenly sounds throughout the building and the crowd erupt into an undeniably negative response. After a few seconds pause Mark Hunter strolls out onto the ramp area with the Project: Honor Grand Championship wrapped tight around his waist as he smirks in a self-satisfied and confident manner at the reaction from the fans and begins his walk down to the ring. Mark acknowledges literally no fans as he wanders down the ramp, he continues to receive the poor crowd response as he ascends the ring steps. He enters between the middle and top rope and instantly wonders over to the far corner, Hunter climbs up and poses for the crowd whilst taking in the response from the fans, holding the championship in his hands and high above everyone else… even Dickie Watson. He soon steps down to the canvas and stretches his arms in the air before readying himself for action. At this stage the music dies away.

HOLLY PEREZ: And his tag team partner-- wrestling out of Maidstone, England and weighing in tonight at two hundred and eleven pounds… he is the current reigning Project: Honor Grand Champion… “The Straight Shooter” MAAAARRRRRRRRKKKKKK HUUUNNNNNNNTTERRRRRRRR!!!!

J.T PRICE: There he is, the new Grand Champion of Project: Honor, and well… one that a lot of people are saying shouldn’t be the Grand Champion at all! He stole the title from Dickie by using the ropes to his advantage! Anyway, let’s call this match down the middle and get this match underway!

DING! DING!

The bell rings and in the ring is the Grand Champion and Aiden Reynolds, and already off the start it’s Aiden Reynolds that starts off the match with a kick right to the chest of Hunter and the champion is knocked down to the mat with ease! Reynolds waits for Hunter to get back to his feet and when he does, he grabs onto him and lifts him up into the air to drop him back down with a Saito Suplex! Hunter rolls into the kneeling position and Reynolds falls back, rebounding off of the ropes with a Penalty Kick across the chest of the champion. Reynolds drops the knee down onto the head of the champion, leaving Hunter to roll over to the ropes to protect himself but Reynolds dropkicks Hunter out of the ring!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

The Australian Wolf stands on the ropes and looks out to the crowd in Italy, they’re cheering loudly as Hunter is getting back to his feet and turning around to look up and seeing Reynolds standing on the ropes, looking down at Hunter but he doesn’t see who’s inside the ring and rebounding off of the ropes…

FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

Dickie Watson with the cannonball suicide dive through the middle ropes and between Aiden’s legs! Watson takes down Hunter with the dive but he doesn’t pounce onto him, Reynolds quickly slides out of the ring and tells Dickie to make his way over to their corner, although hesitant at first- Dickie agrees and heads back into their corner. Aiden then picks up Hunter, throwing him into the ring before sliding in himself. Already, things aren’t looking too good for the Grand Champion as Reynolds pulls Hunter away from tagging in Indy but Hunter kicks Reynolds right in the face and that makes Reynolds take a few steps back, the heel of Hunter catching Reynolds on the cheekbone.

J.T. PRICE: That was smart thinking from Hunter to catch Reynolds off guard with the kick but The Commonwealth are all over Hunter right now, that dive to the outside from Dickie which sent Hunter to the outside badly hurt him, holding his ribs.

TREY BOOKER: You’d think that he’d tag out by now and catch a breather but the Grand Champion is a fighting champion, there’s nothing but fight in this man but I do fear the worst when it comes down to facing both Watson and Reynolds.

Reynolds shakes off the kick to his face and he goes for a kick of his own but Hunter ducks the kick and rolls up Reynolds and then over onto his knees as Hunter catches Reynolds on the jaw with a Knee Lift and then a Roundhouse Kick right to the side of the head. Hunter runs the ropes and rebounds in with a Front Dropkick to the chest of Reynolds. The Grand Champion continues the fight as he presses the sole of his foot down onto the neck of Reynolds, looking over at Dickie Watson and smiling like a menace, stomping down onto this face of Reynolds as he steps away from the referee's five count. Reynolds slowly gets back to his feet and Hunter grabs him from behind, pulling him into the middle of the ring and dropping him down to the mat with a Reverse DDT but Hunter kips back up onto his feet and rushes into the corner, springing onto the second ropes and leaping off with the Moonsault down onto the chest of Reynolds! Hunter goes for the cover, hooking the outside leg…

ONE!
TWO--

Reynolds kicks out but Hunter turns him over, looking for The Kentish Armbar but Reynolds is holding his arm down, he knows what Hunter is looking to apply and turns it around, locking in a Chickenwing over the shoulder Crossface submission! In the middle of the ring and trapped in the submission, Hunter is doing his best to make his way over to the ropes, trying to make Reynolds break the submission but Reynolds wrenches the neck and shoulders back. Hunter gets some grip into his footing, slowly rising up to his feet and lifting Reynolds up to his shoulders, dropping him down with the Samoan Drop but Reynolds outsmarts the Grand Champion, turning it into a Crucifix Bomb! Reynolds makes his way to his feet, rebounding off of the ropes, Running Single Leg Knee Strike to the head of the kneeling Hunter! The champion looks shaken up as he lifts his head up, just barely catching the sight of Reynolds rebounding off of the ropes again and hitting the Sliding Forearm to the jaw!

AIDEN REYNOLDS: Oi nah, mate. This ain’t gonna be fuckin’ easy for ya at all.

Reynolds picks up Hunter and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with the pop up and then the Knee Lift right onto the jaw, Reynolds goes behind Hunter and catches him with the Hook Kick that snatches him right on the jaw, Hunter stumbles back but far enough for Aiden to climb onto the second rope and drop Hunter with the Northern Leg Lariat right to the back of the Grand Champion’s head! Reynolds stands back up to his feet, looking over at Dickie and seeing how much he wants in right now, he knows how much he wants to put his hands on Hunter... to avenge his loss from two weeks ago.

AIDEN REYNOLDS: Nah, leave him to last, mate. Then we’ll pick the cunt apart.

Watson looks to Reynolds, but agrees to his choice as Aiden grabs onto a handful of Hunter’s hair and tosses him over to Indy Darling, who tags in just as Reynolds tags in Dickie Watson. The former Grand Champion and the X-Factor Champion stare one another down, much like how they did at the start of the year at the Project: Honor Draft Show main event.

J.T. PRICE: He’s not who Dickie wanted to get his hands on, but he’s also more aware of what Indy can do in the ring, as the Draft Show gave us that look into what a possible showdown between the two could be like.

TREY BOOKER: They’re two men who never back down from anything, never give up the heart of the fight, never give up what they chase for. I’m hoping at some point in the near future we can get a one on one match between these two, because it would blow the roof off of whatever arena we’re in for it!

Watson and Darling slowly circle around the ring, not taking their eyes off of one another as they lock up in the middle of the ring in a Collar and Elbow Tie Up before Dickie switches it around and goes behind Darling and hooking the arms, sending him over head with the Tiger Suplex! Watson gets back to his feet, going for the tilt-a-whirl and into the DDT, but Darling catches onto Dickie in the cradle position and hoists him right back up into the air, dropping him down to the mat with a Vertical Suplex! Darling goes for the early cover but Dickie switches it around and springs to his feet, looking to catch Darling off guard with the A La Finnlena but Darling dodges the stomp, pushing Dickie into the ropes and going for the Snap German but Dickie flips over and onto his feet and then going for the Standing Shooting Star Press but Darling rolls out of the way and Dickie crashes down onto the mat. Darling waits for Watson to get to his feet, going for the Leaping Cutter but Watson pushes him away and into the ropes, catching him off the rebound with a Snap Dragon Suplex but Darling lands on his feet, passes a seated Watson and rebounds off the ropes for a Penalty Kick, which Dickie ducks and rolls back, taking Indy down with the Headscissors Hurricanrana but Darling handstands to catch himself from taking the bump! Watson goes for the Basement Dropkick but Indy leaps back onto his feet and then charges to the ropes and springs onto the ropes, but Watson is right behind him, leaping onto the ropes with Darling and getting a waistlock on him… MILLENNIAL FALLOUT!!! GERMAN SUPLEX OFF THE SECOND ROPES! WATSON JUST DROVE DARLING RIGHT INTO THE MAT AND SENT HIM ACROSS THE RING! THE CROWD ARE AT A STANDING OVATION! THEY’RE JAW DROPPED!

J.T. PRICE: MY GOD WHAT BACK AND FORTH FROM THESE TWO! It was like watching The Matrix with Watson and Darling! These two just know every single move from one another to counter them!

TREY BOOKER: It was HELLA impressive from both men! Never have I seen such a sequence like that from anyone before, and both men look worn out after all of that back and forth countering.

Dickie is slowly getting back to his feet, as is Darling on the opposite corner of the ring, and both men are just looking at one another with the lenient intent on finishing this match, they want--no, they NEED this match so badly.

DICKIE WATSON: I don’t want you, I want him.

As he says this, Dickie points right over to Mark Hunter and Indy looks over to Hunter, shaking his head and telling Darling to continue on the way with Watson, going to hop down from the apron but as he looks behind him- Aiden Reynolds is standing there and looking up at Hunter, who’s still shaking his head… Indy tags in Hunter! The sudden shocked look on the face of Hunter soon came to the look of his realisation, realising he’s got to share the ring with an already pissed off Watson, and the smile on Watson’s face grows wider and wider. Hunter slowly enters the ring AND HE CHARGES INTO A CALAMITY INSURANCE-- HUNTER SLIDES UNDERNEATH! INSTANT KARMA! THE SUPERKICK FROM HUNTER ROCKED WATSON ON THE JAW! HUNTER’S GOING FOR THE MERCY KILLER! HE’S GOING FOR THE CRADLE PILEDRIVER BUT WATSON BREAKS FREE AND INTO THE HURRICANRANA ROLL UP INTO THE PIN!

ONE!
TWO!!
TH-

Hunter’s life just flashed before his eyes but he was able to break up the pin from Watson as he makes his way out of the ring and out of the way from The Calamity but Watson is already rebounding off of the ropes and looking to dive outside of the ring-- GAMENGIRI! Watson is left slumped over the ropes and Hunter climbs back onto the apron, dragging Watson out onto the apron and desperately attempting the Mercy Killer once again but Reynolds inside the ring grabs a hold of Watson and drags him back inside the ring. Reynolds is caught with a Gamengiri from Hunter as he scouts The Commonwealth inside the ring, springboarding inside the ring but they both catch Hunter with the Dropkick! Darling enters the ring and he’s caught with Stereo Superkicks right on the jaw! The Commonwealth are showing their force as Reynolds exits out of the ring, Dickie pulls Hunter back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner, lifting him up to the top rope and tagging in Reynolds, Watson takes a few steps back and charges in towards Hunter, leaping up and catching him with the Hurricanrana to send him into Reynolds and the Cutter! BUNDABERG CONNECTS! THE COVER!

ONE!
TWO!!
THRE--
INDY BREAKS UP THE PIN!

J.T. PRICE: The Commonwealth have kicked it all the way up to ten here and I don’t blame them one bit, they’re going to have to go full freakin’ force to do anything that’s a win here.

TREY BOOKER: They’re facing Proving Ground’s best champions right now, and they’re dominating in every aspect of the word, Hunter and Darling are polar opposites so they’ve got that running for them for sure.

Darling is tossed to the ropes by Watson, ducking the Lariat attempt to springboard back and INTO THE POISONRANA! DICKIE’S HEAD GOT SPIKED INTO THE MAT! Reynolds charges in to attack Indy… ducks the line and THE SUPERKICK CATCHES REYNOLDS ON THE JAW! EVERYONE’S FAVOURITE KICK INDEED! Hunter is slowly getting back up to his feet now, Reynolds still on his but shaken up from the Superkick… DOUBLE SUPERKICKS FROM HUNTER AND INDY! EVERYONE’S FAVOURITE KICK AND INSTANT KARMA! REYNOLDS STUMBLES OUT OF THE RING!The two men are looking at one another, although they might be very different people, they look to share a somewhat passing bond with one another so they can finish this match as the victors. Hunter points towards Dickie and he soon heads all the way up to the top rope, Indy grabbing onto Watson as he picks him up FOR EVERYONE’S FAVOURITE DRIVER WITH HUNTER COMING OFF OF THE TOP WITH ZERO GRAVITY! THE COVER FROM HUNTER…

ONE!
TWO!!
THR--

REYNOLDS PULLS HUNTER OUT FROM UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE! AA SPINEBUSTER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR!

J.T. PRICE: Indy and Mark look to be finally on the same page but I don’t see it going anywhere anytime soon.

TREY BOOKER: Neither do I but I’m intrigued, they’re sending a good fight into The Commonwealth right now, that Double A Spinebuster to the floor is giving them enough time to counter and come back into this.

Dickie slowly gets back to his feet, ripcording Darling and landing the Knee Strike to the jaw, leaving Indy to fall into the corner. Dickie is aware of Hunter being the legal man and slides out of the ring, grabbing a handful of Hunter’s hair and throwing him back inside the ring. Dickie re-enters the ring and is eyeing up Hunter for the Curb Stomp, a move handed down to him by Finn Whelan and Elena DeDraca, as he charges in for A La Finnlena-- SUPERMAN PUNCH FROM INDY! Hunter rolls out of the ring and passes Reynolds that’s standing on the apron… SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE! INDY IS KNOCKED DOWN AND OUT OF THE RING! Reynolds follows Indy and shouts to Dickie, who’s just getting back to his feet and seeing the opening they’ve got, they’re setting up for the finish here!

TREY BOOKER: This might be it!

The referee watches Aiden with Darling on his shoulders as Dickie rebounds off the ropes and through them… BURN A BRIDGE! SUICIDE DIVE DOOMSDAY DEVICE TAKES OUT DARLING AS HE LANDS ON THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! Dickie re-enters the ring as Hunter does as well, the Grand Champion charges in… the knee gave in! A LA FINNLENA! CURB STOMP AND NOW WATSON IS PICKING UP HUNTER… WASTING NO TIME-- DICKIE’S REVENGE! THE MODIFIED REVERSE STO! DICKIE WATSON GOES FOR THE COVER ON THE GRAND CHAMPION! HOOKING THE LEG!

J.T. PRICE: A NAME SO FITTING FOR THE OCCASION! THIS IS IT FOR DICKIE!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

“START A FIGHT” -- GHØSTKID plays throughout the arena as Dickie raises to his knees and looks down on the man that stole everything from him, a victory earned in revenge for what happened, a moment made for just that one victory.

HOLLY PEREZ: Here are your winners… Aiden Reynolds and Dickie Watson… THE COMMMONNNNNWEALLLLLTHHHH!!!

TREY BOOKER: MUCH DESERVING! This was the win that Dickie Watson needed heading into Wired Consequences, and it’s a revenge tale made perfectly!

J.T. PRICE: Dickie Watson showed up and showed out tonight for The Commonwealth but all he wanted to do was to get his hands on Mark Hunter, it’s exactly what he did.

TREY BOOKER: You’re goddamn right.