WIRED CONSEQUENCES 2021 RESULTS

VOICE: Many have watched day after day, week after week, month after month, as degenerates, deviants, sycophants, and egomaniacal individuals all run wild within your walls.

Our scene opens up at an uninhibited campground, somewhere in the woods. The sounds of crickets, bullfrogs, and the occasional hoot from an owl, fill the air. The clear sky gives the bright moon a chance to shed it’s light down onto the empty cabins, with exception to one cabin that has its lights on.

VOICE: Each week they are praised, rained upon with endless congratulatory flattery, and non-stop-admiration. They are continually given the adoration in which they require...feed off of...need to sustain their sick-twisted sense of self-importance.

Our camera begins to slowly zoom in on the cabin, before finally we are able to see into the window, but only slightly. We see two hands, working feverishly on a contraption made of wires, gears, and other unidentifiable metal pieces.

VOICE: No one stops to think of the lesson this teaches. No one stops to think of the ripples these kinds of actions have upon our youth, upon our more impressionable society, upon those who just need to find that slight push in the wrong direction. In a time where we need to think of the community, the group as a whole...all too many are pulling away and striving to only care for their own wants and needs.

The hands set the contraption down and then slightly tugs on a wire connected to it. The metal contraption slowly begins to squeeze in upon itself, signifying that anything that would be within it would be crushed.

VOICE: So I see it as my own personal mission, to make those who control this way of thinking...control this flood of individualism and personal idolization...to open their eyes. I see it as my own personal mission to teach them a lesson, one that they will never forget. For every self-centered action...there is a consequence. I want to play a game.

With a loud click noise, the contraption completely folds in on itself in one violent jump. The scene then cuts out to a black background and no sounds.

After a few seconds, the white noise increases, but we still sit in a pitch black setting.

LIL’ PETEY: Yo! What the hell is going on here?

KASEY WINTERBORN: Petey? Is that you?

LIL’ PETEY: Who the fuck else would it be, baby, Ryan Young?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Will you two shut the fuck up?!?!

JAMES EDGEBROOK: What is around my neck?

Clanking noises like chains can be heard as if everyone was shaking them.

DICKIE WATSON: It’s a fucking chain! Who the fuck put a chain around my neck? This shit isn’t funny, man.

Suddenly a light switches on in the room and we see everyone who is in the room: Julius Fairweather, Eli Atlas, Pyro, Jason Long, Drago Santiago, Alice Knight, Elena DeDraca, Kayla Richards, Kasey Winterborn, Lil Petey, Dickie Watson, James Edgebrook, and Christian DeMarco.

All of them have a metal collar on, that is attached to a chain which is fed up into the ceiling.

KAYLA RICHARDS: What the hell have we gotten into?

Kayla turns and sees Jason Long.

KAYLA RICHARDS: SON OF A BITCH!!!

Kayla makes an attempt to charge at Jason, but stops when the chain attached to her collar is pulled tight.

JASON LONG: We have bigger fish to fry here, Kayla.

ELENA DeDRACA: So wait...where’s Contessa? Where’s Kagome? Where’s-

SCREACH!!!

The feedback from a few speakers placed in the ceiling send chills through everyone as they all bend down and cover their ears until the feedback stops and instead is replaced by the gravel-like voice we heard earlier at the cabin.

VOICE: Hello, Fallout friends and Proving Ground invaders. The atrocities that take place within the walls of Project: Honor, range from the noise pollution brought to us by the failed music stylings of Big Drip Productions, to the grandiose egos of people like Dickie Watson and Shawn Warstein. I’ve had time to sit and wonder to myself, why people would just sit and watch this...why they would let this filth continue to flood their television sets. Meanwhile Project: Honor keeps raking in the cash without paying for their misdeeds. From the very top of the Project: Honor with ownership...to the monsters Rock Johnson has created...to the lowly scrubs who open the shows with their own desperate attempts at being noticed for fear of being pushed out of a job entirely, like many who have walked those cold and soulless halls.

DICKIE WATSON: Christian, what the hell is this?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hey, don’t look at me.

VOICE: For far too long, you have gotten away with poisoning minds of the pliable drones of our society. No one has had to pay a price for convincing them they are not the most important thing in this business. Instead of ignoring the wants and wills of the individual, your actions continue to show that the Project: Honor fan gives everything they have for a chance for you to ignore them...act as if they are there for YOUR enjoyment. Today, that all changes.

ELI ATLAS: Wait...where IS the rest of the roster?

VOICE: Attached to your necks are thick chains...that have been welded to a metal collar around your neck. Those chains lead up into the ceiling where they connect to each other, over a metal beam, and down into another room, where the chains split again. Attach to the end of those chains? It is the rest of your Fallout delinquents and a few drops of Proving Ground hatred.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Are we going to play an epic game of tug-of-war?

DICKIE WATSON: Christian! Shut the fuck up!

VOICE: I’ve had some time lately to set these two rooms up. That floor you stand on right now? It’s attached to a lift that has been extended to help it rise about ten feet of the actual floor of this room.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Wait...what?

VOICE: So when I am done talking, both your floor and the floor in the other room...will begin to drop. To live, you will be forced as a group to hang your fellow warriors.

Cut to the other room, where we see Logan Burgess, Finale, Kevin Hunter, Daniel Horror, Zack Tyler, Crash Rodriguez, Kagome Akaibara, Contessa Floran, Martha Atlas, Pixie Sloane, Shawn Warstein, Yung Sauce, and James Raven. They all have the same type of collars and chains. The voice echoes through their room as well.

CRASH RODRIGUEZ: So there are thirteen of us in here. How many people do you think are on the other side?

CONTESSA FLORAN: Does it matter?

DANIEL HORROR: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT???

VOICE: Today, many of you will pay for the misdeeds of yourself and of others.

LOGAN BURGESS: I haven’t even started yet!!!

VOICE: The question now...is do you fight to save your friends or do you fight to survive? Will you take the punishment for this wickedness...or will you force someone else to to suffer the ramifications of Rock Johnson’s inaction? The choice is yours.

The uneasy humming given off by the speakers in the ceiling suddenly stops.

ZACK TYLER: What now?

A loud click noise rocks both rooms as the floors rumble slightly, then begin to slowly descend. All the people in the second room grip onto their chains and begin to pull backwards.

We cut back over to the first room, where Julius and James are arguing with each other while the others in the room are trying to pull their chains.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: If you JUST let me be, I wouldn’t be in this stupid mess! JUST LET ME RUN MY GODDAMN SHOW!!!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: If your show was a convoluted pile of motherfucking shit, then I wouldn’t have to point it out, now would I, motherfucker?

PYRO: Both your shows suck ass, now shut the hell up.

ALICE KNIGHT: Excuse me? Mr. Voice? Maybe we can work something out. I use this lotion that makes my hands REALLY soft...

The floor has dropped a foot by now and you can see some of the shorter people like Kasey Winterborn, fighting to keep her feet on the ground. Kayla Richards is struggling a bit and we can see the Project: Honor Legacy Champion, Elena DeDraca, starting to fight to keep down. The individuals closer to six-feet tall aren’t doing too bad, but it is just a matter of time.

The other room is a completely different story. Pixie and Martha, already have their feet propped against the wall, trying to use leverage to keep themselves from getting choked. Contessa is quickly losing the battle, one foot on her tip-toes and the other dangling in the air. Kagome is extremely close, while the others are still giving it their all.

SCREACH!!!

VOICE: Now is the time when you have an opportunity to show your true colors. In Room A, I see two people...are on the verge of losing it and dangling to their death. Shawn Warstein...you are one of the taller ones in Room B. I am giving you the opportunity to release ONE of their neck collars, in turn saving their life. In return, your chain will be pulled tight and you will no doubt be hung to death. In an opportunity to give your life for one of your fellow Warriors...are you willing to make this trade?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: FUCK THOSE BITCHES!!!

VOICE: Just as I had expected. Careless act from a coward of a man.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: I’m no coward. I am a Tyrant!

VOICE: Room A...I will give you the same opportunity. Drago Santiago...you are the leader of Fallout. You may not think it, but your Prime Championship cements you as the man everyone...with exception to Elena...looks up towards, whether they want to admit it or not. Warstein had the opportunity to save one...I give you the opportunity to save TWO! If you agree...their collars will open and release them both. But in turn, your chain will tighten and pull you up for what could be a very long, slow, painful death. Are you willing to make this trade?

DRAGO SANTIAGO: My life for two of theirs?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: That motherfuxker aint gonna to do it.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Fuck right, I’m not. I don’t know who the hell is in that other room and quite frankly, I like my life more than I like others.

VOICE: Just as I expected.

CLUNK!

Suddenly the floor drops a foot in both rooms. In Room A, Kasey and Kayla are barely holding on while being helped by James Edgebrook and Eli Atlas. Meanwhile in Room B, there are multiple people who have lost their footing and are fighting their eventual end, grabbing at the collars and gasping for air.

VOICE: Shawn...Drago...I am giving you one last chance. Do either of you offer your life for one of your fellow Project: Honor warriors?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: HELL NO!

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Not a chance.

VOICE: Again, your selfishness and greed for your own self preservation does not surprise me. Despite the fact you could save two lives by giving up your own, you fail to see the positive side of selflessness.

CLUNK!

CLUNK!

The floors in both rooms drop two feet, causing almost all of the people in the rooms to have to start fighting for their lives...feet against the walls...grabbing at their collar...or just simply hanging from the ceiling.

Suddenly the lights go out, but the sounds of people fighting for their lives can still be heard in the dark. After a few minutes of the sounds of fighting, the sounds of metal chains releasing and hitting the floor can be heard. The floors stop moving down and in Room A, a light appears through the window of a door that has appeared after the floor dropped seven feet down.

ELENA DeDRACA: How...how is everyone? Is anyone majorly hurt?

LIL’ PETEY: Yo, I don’t think our compadres in the other room fared so well, if our chains let go.

JASON LONG: And what’s the matter with you, Drago? You definitely sent at least two of them to their death!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: He’s selfish!

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Fuck both of you! I’m not giving up my life for anyone!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I think...I think maybe we need to get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.

ELI ATLAS: Giving YOU the creeps?

Christian goes first, opening the door and walking through it...following it down a hallway. He enters a decent size room, soon to be followed by everyone from Room A...with exception of Alice Knight. The room is mainly empty for a box on the right of the room, a door in front of them, and a curtain next to the door.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Wait...where’s Alice?

ALICE KNIGHT: I’m not coming into that crazy room. I’m staying here in the darkness where at least I know there is nothing waiting for me.

Everyone in the new room turns to see light shining onto Alice Knight as she stays in the dark room. Suddenly, the door slams shut as if it was on a timer and the sounds of the floor moving up can be heard.

ALICE KNIGHT: NO! NO! FINE I’LL GO!!!

Alice tries to jiggle the handle, but the door will not open as the floor has already pinned it shut.

ALICE KNIGHT: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Silence.

SCREACH!!!

The feedback from speakers in the ceiling rings out again, causing almost everyone to grab at their ears and turn their attention away from what just happened to Alice.

VOICE: By now you should realize that roughly half of your fellow roster members have perished, some in part to their own actions...some in part to the actions of those around you.

Julius Fairweather steps forward out of the group, directing his words towards a speaker up in the corner of the room.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: How about you let the rest of them go and I’ll play the rest of your sick games, you crazy motherfucker.

VOICE: There is a method to this madness and I will make sure you ALL understand it by the end of this, or you will die trying.

DICKIE WATSON: THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!

A curtain on the far wall of the room pulls aside by a bit of pre-set up machinery, and we see Alara Adams and Clara Olson sitting in separate chairs, straps holding them down.

VOICE: Both of these individuals help spread the distasteful content you call entertainment. While they do not take part in the decision making or in the actual product, they still lend their skills to your otherwise trifle content...and they too must pay a price. All of you make a living of injuring others...now you get to see the consequences of your actions. You have the option to leave the room through the door...but without trying to save Alara and Clara...you sentence them both to death.

JASON LONG: Then how the hell do we save them?

VOICE: In the box on the right, there is a key to free Alara and Clara from their predicament. If you choose to leave the room before freeing them, then they are doomed to drown in the sweat and tears in the lives they have been affected by your ignorance.

PYRO: To hell with this shit.

The speakers go quiet as Pyro walks over to the door and opens it. Within seconds, the room Alara and Clara are stuck in begins to fill up quickly with water.

ELENA DeDRACA: SHUT THE DOOR!!!

Julius Fairweather walks over and pushes the door shut, glaring at Pyro the entire time, causing the other room to stop flooding. Alara is trying to stay strong as she can, but tears are flowing down Clara's face.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: We go into that box, get the key, and release them first!

PYRO: Why? We need to get out before something stupid happens to this room. I know you are spoiled on the set of your little fancy show, but there is nothing here to protect you.

LIL’ PETEY: I agree with Pyro.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Of course you would. I mean, who the hell cares about women’s lives...right?

DICKIE WATSON: Um...look up at the ceiling.

Everyone stops talking immediately and looks up to see the ceiling covered in spikes.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: ...mother...fucker…

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Why the hell...is the ceiling like that?

ELI ATLAS: HEY CRAZY GUY!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THE PLAN HERE???

PYRO: LIke I said...fuck this!

Pyro pushes Julius aside, causing him to stumble to the ground. He then opens the door and enters into the next room...quickly followed by Drago Santiago and Kayla Richards. The room with Alara and Clara quickly begins to fill up again, the water now at their knees.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Someone open the damn box!

LIL’ PETEY: No, we are just all going through that-

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Shut the fuck up, white boy...if you know what’s good for you.

Elena runs over and opens the box to reveal the key being held on a string across the middle of the box. She grabs the key and rips it off the string, when a ticking noise begins to sound in the room.

SCREACH!!!

VOICE: So you chose the path of selflessness...but can you still be selfless, when you know there is no hope for yourself? You have ten seconds to find out.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: TEN COUNT??? To hell with this. I’m sorry ladies.

Julius runs through the open door, as does James Edgebrook.

TICK!

Elena runs over to the wall and begins to feel along the edges for any sign of a keyhole.

TICK!!

ELENA DeDRACA: Go, Dickie! Just in case I can’t get this, go!

DICKIE WATSON: I can’t, sis. I need to make sure you’re okay too.

TICK!!!

ELENA DeDRACA: Don’t worry about me. GO!

DIckie Watson reluctantly nods his head, before turning towards the door and entering the next room

TICK!!!!

ELENA DeDRACA: EVERYONE GO!!!

KASEY WINTERBORN: NO...I’m going to help.

TICK!!!!!

Kasey runs over and starts searching the wall around the glass, for a keyhole. Meanwhile, Lil’ Petey and DeMarco quickly make their way into the next room}

KASEY WINTERBORN: Eli, go! Jason, go!

ELI ATLAS: NO!

TICK!!!!!!

JASON LONG: We can’t let you two do this alone.

Eli and Jason quickly begin to search around the wall as well.

TICK!!!!!!!

TICK!!!!!!!!

KASEY WINTERBORN: FOUND IT!!!

Elena goes to where Kasey is standing, opening a small hidden panel in the wall.

TICK!!!!!!!!!

She goes to insert the key, but drops it while trying to fumble to put it in.

TICK!!!!!!!!!!

The door to the next room slams shut as the room Alara and Clara are in starts to fill up faster.

We cut to the next room where we see Julius, Pyro, Drago, Kayla, Lil Petey, Dickie, James, and Christian. The room is a medium size room, with vents all around. A metal door sits across the room from them, a small machine on a table sits in the middle of the room. Suddenly, we hear a large click noise, then the sounds of metal scraping on the wall before crashing into the floor. Edgebrook backs away from the door as blood begins to seep in from under it.

SCREACH!!!

VOICE: Congratulations on continuing to show the rest of us, the true trash that inhabits the roster of Project: Honor. As I’m sure some of you know...addiction runs rampant within the halls of this business. From alcohol, to pain killers, to marijuana itself...the wrestling profession is known for its abuse of over the counter medicines and other, less legal ways of dealing with pain and stress.

A hissing noise begins to fill the room as we see smoke slowly billowing out of the vents.

VOICE: My thoughts are that to run a good ship...every addiction needs to be examined and stopped. How can we set a good example for the naive youth...if we continue to act mindlessly ourselves? The room is slowly filling up with smoke from the finest hash money could buy.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: My man!

VOICE: The machine in the middle of the room? It is a state of the art THC breathalyzer, connected to the door on the opposite side of this room. For every time someone blows into it and it registers that they are THC free...the door will open long enough for one of you to go through. If someone has been found to have THC running through their body...the door will stay closed. BUT...do not take long...as the longer you are in this room, the more you breath in the marijuana smoke and it begins to enter your own system. At that point...no one will ever be able to leave through that door. Choose wisely...choose quickly.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Well Julius is fucked.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What about you, you beady-eyed motherfucker? You look like you sample some of the devil’s lettuce on occasion.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I...might be okay...maybe.

DICKIE WATSON: Well, I’ll be fine. I don’t touch that shit.

Dickie walks over to the machine, lifts a small box attachment off the side of it, and blows into it. The door on the opposite side of the room quickly shoots open...but Pyro runs through it.

DICKIE WATSON: FUCK YOU, YOU FIRE-LOVING SON-OF-A-BITCH!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Just blow again, numbnuts!!!

Dickie scowls at Christian before taking a deep breath and blowing into the box again. The machine signifies he does have some THC in his system...but the door opens again. Dickie drops the box and runs through the opened door...just getting there as the door shuts behind him.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Ladies, first.

Julius motions for James to breath into the machine.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Fuck you, man.

James walks over and grabs the small attachment and lifts it up to his lips. With a deep breath in his lungs, he blows as hard as he can. The machine registers it and opens the door, but as James starts to run to trips over the outstretched leg of Fairweather. Crashing down hard on the floor, James looks up at Julius

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Motherfucker, I said ladies first!

Lil Petey takes off towards the door, but is met with a hard clothesline by Christian DeMarco, sending the Big Drip Productions member to the floor.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You God Damn, degenerates. Don’t you ever think about something other than yourselves?

Drago Santiago seeing an opportunity, runs through the open door right as it shuts behind him.

KAYLA RICHARDS: What is your problem, you fucking psycho?

Christian shoots Kayla a devilish smirk as Julius runs to the machine and blows on it. Oddly enough it turns green and the door flies open.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Mustn't be too top of the line.

He takes off towards the door, but Edgebrook reaches out and grabs his leg, tripping him up.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: GO!!!

Christian takes the que and runs through the open door. It shuts behind him as the room is beginning to get thick with smoke.

LIL’ PETEY: Maybe I can get lucky?

Petey grabs the small box and blows into it, only for a meter on the machine to turn completely red and the door stays shut.

LIL’ PETEY: Well I’m fucked.

Julius stands to his feet and turns, grabbing James and pulling him up to his feet.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What is your motherfucking problem, you skinny-ass praying-mantis looking motherfucker?

JAMES EDGEBROOK: You! You are my fucking problem! I didn’t do a goddamn thing to you.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well I will tell you what. For your misdeeds, you’re going to blow in that little box until at least the rest of us can get out of here. Do you understand me?

Julius pulls James over to the machine, grabs the box and forcefully slams it into James’ chest.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Fuck you, asshole.

With as deep a breath as he could take, James takes in the tained air and blows into the small box. The meter on the machine flashes red, just enough to not be able to open the door.

KAYLA RICHARDS: FUCK!!!

The sound of the door locking completely shut echos through the marijuana fog and the lights go out in the room, leaving Julius, Kayla, Lil’ Petey and James in there alone.

Pyro, Drago Santiago, Christian DeMarco, Dickie Watson, and now Kayden Ellis. Kayden is unconscious, sitting up against a wall on the left side of the room. In the center of the room are three jars filled with nails, wiring and other compounds connect them through the top of each. Against the right wall of the room, is four large metal doors...each with a padlock on them.

SCREACH!!!

VOICE: By now...you have to realize the toll that you are putting everyone through, through your own nefarious actions. How many lives have you ruined with your non-challanet ways? How many lives have you had a hand in taking, just tonight? All for what? So you continue to parade around...free...to do what you want? All so that you can ruin even MORE lives? What about Kaydin? This man, every show, call on your matches...promotes your ideals...push your atrocious ways…onto the viewing public. He is not free from criticism. He is not above reproach. He is to suffer alongside you. The question is...will you try to help him when both of your lives are at stake? Or will continue your self-serving nature that has brought you this far into my game? The choice is yours.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Well how do we escape this room, oh great wise voice?

There is no answer, only silence.

DICKIE WATSON: So let’s think about this. There are four of these dirty bombs just sitting here. Maybe those doors will be able to shield us from their blast?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But there are four doors and five of us.

PYRO: Then we say screw Kayden and take a room each.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Nice try, dumbass. Where the hell are the keys?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Check him.

Christian points towards the unconscious Fallout announcer. Pyro walks over and begins to Kayden, eventually finding a key in his shirt pocket.

DICKIE WATSON: Wait Pyro...before you try that on a door…

KAYDEN ELLIS: W-w-w-....what’s going on?

Kayden opens his eyes, seeing the group...and suddenly begins to freak out, when he sees the abysmal room, the dirty bombs, and the four men in front of him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: NO! NO! NO!

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Calm the hell down!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: No!!!!!

Kayden jumps to his feet and begins to run away from the four of them, when they notice a cord attached to him around his waist. Once he gets about five feet away from the wall, the chord stops him and he falls to the ground...but the chord also snaps.

The room suddenly fills with a beeping noise, that slowly is speeding up.

DICKIE WATSON: Um...Pyro...go...GO!!!

Red lights begin to flash on top of the jars. Pyro runs over to one of the metal doors and fiddles around with the padlock, trying to open it...but his nerves are getting to be too much.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: LET ME DO IT!!!

Drago pushes Pyro out of the way, grabbing the key from him. He manages to unlock the door, but is grabbed from behind by Pyro...and tossed to the side. Dickie opens the metal door and quickly runs into the small freezer-type room, along with DeMarco.

DICKIE WATSON: KAYDEN! LET’S GO!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: No! No...I can’t...no...NO!!!

Kayden runs over and curls up next to the chair he was in, while Drago and Pyro fight with each other on the outside.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?

PYRO: MY PROBLEM IS YOU AND YOUR FALSE SENSE OF SUPERIORITY!!! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS BE A LEADER AND CALM KAYDEN DOWN AND WE WOULD STILL HAVE TIME LE-

Suddenly the beeping stops and the metal door slams shut in front of Dickie and Christian. Before either of them can say anything, there is a loud explosion from the room and dust particles fall from the ceiling of the freezer...one single nail point poking through the door indicates the bombs exploded.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What...the hell...just happened?

DICKIE WATSON: Pyro was right. The bomb countdown didn’t ever start until Kayden broke his chord. If Drago or Pyro would have just calmed him down from the get go, he wouldn’t have freaked out and broke it. But what was he so scared of?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Tenus? Rats? I don’t know...could be anything in this place.

Dickie turns around to see there is a third person in the room, wearing a pig mask.

DICKIE WATSON: Who the fuck are you?

Before Christian could turn around, a bag is thrown over his head and Watson is quickly sprayed with a mist-like substance. Slowly our screen fades to dark.

We slowly come back to find Christian and Dickie, both sitting in chairs. Both are wearing the metal squeezing contraption that we saw earlier in the cabin...and both of them have a button attached to the right arm of their chair.

SCREACH!!!

VOICE: Hello gentlemen. I see through hard times and through selfishness...you both have found your way to the final game. I would applaud you for your gameplay, but no one should be celebrated for times when there were better ways to get through it.

DICKIE WATSON: What the fuck do you mean?

VOICE: When the floor gave out, if you all just balanced with your chain...using the center wall as a pivot point...with a little bit of teamwork...you ALL could have made it out alive.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Seems a little far fetched.

VOICE: When presented with a way to save Alara and Clara...if you all worked together...you could have found the keyhole. You could have freed them...and then you all could have survived.

DICKIE WATSON: I blame Pyro. He was the one who went for the door first.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But if we sided together and worked as a team...we could have stopped him.

VOICE: In the room with the breath analyzer...again, if you all would have worked together...everyone could have been set free. Only a small amount of you partake in your smoking habit...so there could have been many people to help release the others while blowing in the box. Instead treachery and backstabbing took place.

DICKIE WATSON: I knew we should have thought about that a little better.

VOICE: And in the last room...all you had to do was calm Kayden Ellis down. That one key could have opened all the padlocks...giving everyone the opportunity to hide once the timer had been set. Instead...you acted of your own accord...let Kayden flip out...and caused general chaos in the room. And now? Now there are but two for this final test. While neither of you have faced each other in the ring...both of you house an animosity towards each other. But...both of you want to be free from those contraptions.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Sounds like a plan to me.

DICKIE WATSON: Shut it, Christian. Let the crazy man talk.

VOICE: On the right arm of your chair...is a button. When that button is pressed, the contraption around your head will release and you will be free to remove it.

Watson feels around for the button, finds it, and is just seconds away from pressing it.

VOICE: But don’t press it just yet, you see there is a little caveat to this. Once you press your button, it automatically voids out your partner’s button and the contraption around his head will begin to slowly squeeze...until it snaps shut and completely squeezes their head, resulting in certain death.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So is this a one or the other type situation?

VOICE: But, if you manage to refrain from hitting your button…

A timer clicks on above a door on Kelton’s left, Christian’s right. The door is a solid metal door with no handle. The timer reads ‘3:00’.

VOICE: ...when that timer is up, there comes a fifty-fifty chance that either both contraptions will shut or both contraptions will open. I guess you have to play the game to find out. So do you refrain from hitting your button and let your Project: Honor brethren go free by pressing theirs? Or do you both wait to see what lady luck has in store? OR...do you show your true self...and press that button?

The speakers die out again as the timer begins to count down.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Okay...let’s think about this, Dickie. We could both just wait and see what happens when that timer clicks down.

DICKIE WATSON: But you heard him...it’s a fifty-fifty shot. How can we trust that? How can we trust him? One of us has to hit the button.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I don’t want your blood on my hands, Dickie.

DICKIE WATSON: And I don’t want yours on mine...but we have to make a choice. It’s either we get out on our own or we might not even get out at all. I don’t want Elena’s sacrifice to be in vain!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Neither do I! And I want to be free...just as much as you. But do you think he would honestly try to teach us a lesson about selflessness, only to have us die? Think about it.

DICKIE WATSON: I am thinking about it. And I think I want to live!

Timer reaches two minutes.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We both can live!

DICKIE WATSON: Why should I trust you? You probably just want to lure me into some type of trust, then kick it out from under me. I know you, Christian, I’ve seen what shit you have even put YOURSELF through.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And I’ve seen your selfish acts on my own...but I’m trying not to hold it against you. I’ve watched you since the moment I stepped into Project: Honor. I’ve seen the selfishness in your eyes. Who's to say you won’t take that same kind of opportunistic path I’ve seen you take over and over and over...in OUR situation?

DICKIE WATSON: And I’ve seen how you lose it in that ring. I’ve watched as your entire mind snapped and you went off on people, turning your back on them. Who says you won’t do that with me?

Timer reaches one minute.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I have never turned my back on anyone who hadn’t turned their back on me already. I strive to bolster my Fallout roster and lift them up to prove they are equal to EVERYONE...and to highlight truly how SELFISH people like you can truly be!

DICKIE WATSON: You know what, Christian...I’m tired of you...I’m tired of this game...I’m tired of this metal fucking thing around my head.

Timer is at thirty seconds.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Then press your button.

DICKIE WATSON: I would be doing the world a favor

Twenty.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Then PRESS...your BUTTON!

DICKIE WATSON: I SHOULD!!!

Ten.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: THEN BE A REAL FUCKING MAN AND PRESS YOUR GODDAMN BUTTON!!!

Five.

DICKIE WATSON: FUCK YOU!!!

Click

Dickie Watslon presses his button and the machine around his head begins to extend out, giving him the ability to push it off, the metal loudly clanking on the floor as it hits the ground.

DICKIE WATSON: I hope that shit hurts, you crazy son of a bitch.

Dickie watches as Christian’s machine starts to slowly move inward. Satisfied without seeing the final product, he begins to walk away...but is yanked down to the floor by a thick metal chain that has him attached to the chair. He looks up to see the door to the room open and in walks the person in the pig mask.

DICKIE WATSON: NOW what do you want?

The masked individual walks over and bends down to look at Dickie through the mask, before reaching up and removing the mask to reveal...it is Arik Holt.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I knew you were a selfish man, Dickie Watson...but I didn’t understand truly how far you could sink.

Dickie turned around to look at Christian DeMarco...who had already removed the contraption from his head, stood to his feet, and placed it on the chair.

DICKIE WATSON: What the fuck is going on?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: As I sat at home healing from my surgery and seethed at the damage the egos at Project: Honor were causing to the viewing public...to their own roster...I knew that I had to come to build something different, to truly get into the heart of the matter. Sure, helping transform Proving Ground would have been good...but what kind of statement could I make there? It was already tainted to the core, full of sickness and the ‘every man for himself’ mentality.

Christian dusts himself off and walks over next to Arik, who stands up straight.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So when offered...why not take up the mantle of General Manager and try to mold the minds of the less fortunate and teach a lesson about selfishness. I could test the whole roster, to show just how vile they truly are. Then one by one, show them that Fallout is a TEAM! We are a FAMILY!

DICKIE WATSON: Some lesson you taught. You’re sick, Christian. You know that?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m not as bad as you think I am, Dickie. I just want Rock Johnson and Project: Honor to be apologetic for what it has taught our world...our youth. I wanted to show them that selfishness was NOT the way. But...you failed...you ALL failed.

Arik turns and walks to the door, exiting it.

DICKIE WATSON: Okay, I understand what you wanted us to see. I get it. Now let me go. I can help you spread your word to the rest of the Project: Honor...almost like an ambassador.

Christian shakes his head and smirks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But you failed, Dickie. You had the opportunity to save my life...but you failed. You chose the selfish route...the egotistical route. You proved that when it came to your self-serving ways...no one else mattered but you. As I used to say...you were still tied down by strings.

Christian walks over to the door and steps out of it, turning once more to Dickie.

DICKIE WATSON: Come on, man. We ARE Project: Honor family! You, me, we have butted heads in the past...but we don’t have to let that get in the way. Or are you honestly being the selfish one here?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Sorry, Dickie. You all have to learn that your nefarious actions...they have consequences. REAL LIFE consequences.

DICKIE WATSON: So let me guess...this is where you leave me to die? This is where you slam the door shut and tell me the game is over?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Oh...on the contrary, Dickie. The game is just beginning.

Christian slams the door shut as the lights in the room go out, causing the room to be pitch black.

TEARDROPS!

“Teardrops” by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play in the darkness. The words ‘Project Honor” slowly appear on our screen, out of a pitch black void our your television. Under them, the word ‘presents’ slowly fades into view. A few seconds pass before the words ‘A Fallout Brand Event’ appears under that. The words hang on your screen for a moment before fading out to the black void again.

We hurt ourselves for fun,
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb

Images begin to appear on the screen. Eli Atlas holding the Fallout Ascension Championship.

Addicted to a lonely kind of love,
What I wanna know

Our image changes to show Kayla Richards holding the Fallout Noble Championship.

Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid,
Everything is going dark.

Quick change to show Shawn Warstein and James Raven holding the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships.

Nothing makes me sadder in my head

Another change brings us to see Drago Santiago with the Fallout Prime Championship hanging over his shoulder.

I’m running outta teardrops, let it hurt ‘til it stops,
I can’t keep my grip, I’m slipping away from me.

One more change and we see Elena DeDraca with her hands on the Project: Honor Legacy Championship that is around her waist.

Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can’t feel a thing,
The emptiness is heavier than you think.

The final image is of the ‘Wired Consequences’ poster/logo.



As the music slowly fades to just instrumentals, we open on a live shot of inside of the OACA Olympic Indoor Hall in Athens, Greece. We quickly see the place filling up with fans, but before anyone can be comfortably in their seat, the entrance ramp lights up in green and “Anxiety” by Black Eyed Peas begins to pump through the arena. The fans pop loudly as Fallout General Manager Christian DeMarco steps out of the entrance, wearing a pair of black pants and a green polo. With a microphone in hand, he raises his hand...silently calling for his music to stop. The monitors around the entrance way rain down matrix-type “1’s” and “0’s” around DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WHAT A FUCKING TURNOUT!!!

Fans pop.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I am PROUD to see Fallout hosting it’s FIRST pay-per-view...here on the glorious land that spawned so MANY great things. But tonight...tonight we will add to that rich history. We will reach up to the heavens and call for Zues...we will reach into the seas and call for Poseidon...we will reach into the depths of the earth and call for Hades.

The usual devilish smile appears on Christian’s face.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: We want all the Gods to watch as we tear each other apart. We want all the Gods to watch as we entertain the masses. We want them all to watch as we give everyone what they truly want...opportunity. In front of every wrestler on this card, there is a brass ring in front of them and the chance for them to reach out and GRAB it. In front of every fan, there was a chance for you to decide and mold this show to your own craving...your own need...your own wants.

The fans grow louder.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Originally I wanted to start this show off with a bang...with a slow start with the battle for the Ascension Championship. But in the true nature of this show...we have consequences. Our consequences of placing two dark matches on the card, was to hear the fan outcry...to hear them call for change. It started with Alice Knight and her hashtag ‘MUSTARDvsBARBWIRE’. I saw it trending. Originally, blame Rock Johnson for that shit. Did I want dark matches? FUCK no...it’s a pay-per-view! You fans pay...you get to view, right?

The fans pop.

CROWD: A-LICE-MAR-THA! A-LICE-MAR-THA! A-LICE-MAR-THA!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So I said FUCK ‘EM...and not only are we going to have Alice Knight versus Martha Atlas on the main show...WE’RE GOING TO HAVE PIXIE VERSUS LOGAN VERSUS KEVIN ON HERE TOO!!!

The Olympic Indoor Hall begins to shake as the fans go berserk.


CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: SO LET’S START THIS PAY-PER-VIEW OFF RIGHT!!! SO...WELCOME...TO WIRED CONSEQUENCES!!!

Christian quickly turns and walks into the back through the curtains.





CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Weighing in at Ninety Eight pounds… PIIIIXXXXIIIIEEEE SLLLOOOOAAAANNNNEEE!!!

“Fairies Wear Boots” by Black Sabbath pops from the sound system as Pixie Sloane steps out of the back and stands at the top of the entrance ramp.

ALARA ADAMS: You know, she made a comment on Twitter last week, that even though she wasn’t going to be on the televised portion of the show, she loved the idea that she would be the first person to step out of the back to fight, in Fallout pay-per-view history. So I am guessing she is ECSTATIC that DeMarco changed things up and managed to put both dark matches on the main show.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I know I would be.

The fans cheer for Pixie as she takes off running down the ramp and makes a diving slide underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. With just as much energy, she pops to her feet and grabs the rope, beginning to pull on them and slightly stretch her arms.

CLARA OLSON: Next up… Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds… LOOOGGGAAANNN BUUURRRGGGGEEESSSSSSSSS!!!

The arena goes dark, the crowd gets silent, waiting for what is happening. Play with Fire, blast through the speakers the crowd roars the lyrics. Logan walks onto the stage. He spins around slowly, coming back to the camera lens with a smirk. Once down the ramp, he slides under the bottom rope he stops on both knees chuckling to himself.

CLARA OLSON: And finally… Weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… KEEVVVVIIINNN HUUUNNNTTTEEERRR!!!

“Dust” by Tremonti plays as Kevin Hunter steps out of the back. The fans boo one of the newer members of Project: Honor, as he makes his way down to the ring...walking up the staircase and stepping into the ring through the middle rope, staring down both Pixie and Logan as he stands up straight.

DING! DING! DING!

All three now in the ring as Pixie Sloane is checking out Logan Burgess who is grinning like a Cheshire cat. Kevin Hunter takes advantage of this running at Logan and hitting a chopblock that buckles his right leg. By now, Pixie has seen this happen and runs at Logan hitting him with a shining wizard. Kevin manages to grab Pixie’s head as she hits the shining wizard and hits a DDT on her. Pixie and Logan are on the mat as Kevin gets to his feet smirking at them both as he does.

ALARA ADAMS: DAMN!!! Kevin Hunter with a brilliant DDT on Pixie Sloane straight from the Shining Wizard she hits on Logan Burgess.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was awesome!

Kevin helps Logan to his feet and in return is greeted by a punch from him, they both trade punches and fail to notice Pixie has managed to get to her feet and is climbing the turnbuckle. Pixie jumps from the turnbuckle managing to hit a Double Leg Drop sending both Kevin and Logan to the mat. Logan follows this up by watching as Kevin slowly starts to get up, when he is on his hands and knees, she runs at him and hits Kevin with a devastating knee to the side of his head.

While this has been going on, Logan has managed to get to his feet now seeing the knee and pulling an ouchie face. Pixie sees Logan has got back up to his feet and turns around only to be greeted with a big boot that nearly takes her head off. Logan grabs hold of Kevin, literally dragging him up to his feet, slapping him in the face as he does. One slap isn’t enough as Logan now unleashes a combination of slaps to Kevin’s face. Kevin has had enough and since his blocking the view, he kicks Logan straight in the balls.

KAYDEN ELLIS: LOW BLOW!!! That has got to hurt.

ALARA ADAMS: No shit Sherlock.

As Logan drops to his knees he does an ouchie face again only this time because he is in pain. Kevin runs at Logan trying to kick him in the face, only Logan catches a second wind somehow and just grabs his leg, picks him up and hits a powerbomb on him while he is still kneeling. Logan gets up to his feet and once again picks Kevin up for a powerbomb showing off his strength as he walks over to the ring ropes before dropping him with the powerbomb to the outside.

ALARA ADAMS: Powerbomb from the ring to the outside.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’d hate to be Kevin Hunter right now.

Pixie has now managed to get back up to her feet and is resting with her back against the turnbuckle. Logan sees this and runs at her going for a spear only for Pixie to move out the way as Logan goes shoulder first into the ring post. Pixie backs up as Logan turns around holding his shoulder only for Pixie to run at him and hit him with a dropkick that sends him flying into the turnbuckle. Pixie is back to her feet quickly this time sticking Logan in an armbar pulling hard on his arm, working on that shoulder of his that went full speed into the ring post. Kevin is still out of the ring, still trying to recover from that devastating powerbomb from the ring to the outside.

Logan tries his best to get out of the armbar but is struggling. Suddenly with his free arm he manages to punch her shin as hard as he can causing her to break the submission. They’re both back on their feet as Logan runs towards Pixie as she uses his momentum and hits the Pixie Dust(Spanish Fly) and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match… PIIIIXXXXIIIIEEEE SLLLOOOOAAAANNNNEEE!!!

Pixie grabs the ropes and pulls herself to her feet, the ref quickly grabbing her right arm and raising it into the air.

ALARA ADAMS: Well now, not only is she the first ever competitor to appear on a Fallout pay-per-view...but now she has the honor of saying she has won the first ever Fallout pay-per-view match!










”New" by No Doubt begins to play throughout the arena as the fans begin to chant 'hoot' like owls while they cheer their once hero from the ring. She makes her way out of the curtain and heads to the ring with a bubbly demeanor waving her hands and arms, flapping them like a bird. She enters into the ring and continues to flap as she bounces off the ropes pointing at some of her Owlies fan members, mostly young girls and boys and drunk adults. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and makes a flapping wings hand gesture smiling at the crowd as she waits for the match to begin.

CLARA OLSON: This next contest is a “Favorites on a Stick Match” and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...representing the jar of mustard and hailing from New York City...she weighs in at one-hundred and twenty-five pounds...she is the Night Owl...ALICE KNIGHT!!!

“Puppet Master” by Richard Band begins to play as the next competitor enters and dances with her puppet. She glances around with frightening eyes, smiles, and quickly walks toward the ring. As she reaches the ringside area, she gives her opponent a sinister smile.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent...representing the barbed wire and hailing from Kansas City, Missouri...she weighs in at one-hundred and fifteen pounds...she is The Puppet Master...MARTHA ATLAS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Two of Fallout’s newest competitors are ready to square off in this special match honoring “Something on a Stick Day”. They are both...unusual to say the least, but I for one cannot wait to see what they’ll be bringing to the Fallout brand!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m just imaging the pressure they’re under right now. Can you imagine having your debut on Fallout’s first ever exclusive pay-per-view while also having to bring honor to a respected holiday like Something on a Stick Day? Whew...good luck, ladies!

The opening bell sounds and the two women immediately begin to circle each other around the ring, both hesitant about making the first move. Finally they go to lock up, but at the last second Alice ducks behind Martha and immediately runs toward the corner of the ring where her jar of mustard awaits. With catlike...or owl-like grace...Alice scales the turnbuckles and begins to shimmy up her pole like a dancer desperate for dollars. Not willing to let her opponent gain an edge that quickly, Martha rushes up after The Night Owl and grabs her around the waist. Standing on the top buckle, Martha throws caution to the wind and throws herself backwards, pulling Alice along with her. Both women crash on the canvas, and with only one move executed in the match thus far, they both appear to be stunned from the landing.

ALARA ADAMS: Well that was an unexpected start!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Tell me about it! I wasn’t expecting that much pole action so early in the fight! I don’t even have my dollar bills out yet!

ALARA ADAMS: Ugh...you disgust me.

With Martha having executed the move on an unsuspecting Alice, she is the first to get back on her feet. She presses her advantage with a Pele Kick as Alice is getting to her feet, knocking the Night Owl back down and giving Martha the opportunity to retrieve her own weapon of choice. Being slightly smaller than Alice, The Puppet Master is able to ascend up her pole at a quicker pace, which allows her to grab her tangled spool of barbed wire from the pole. She then leaps off with the barbed wire in hand, catching Alice with a Frankensteiner from the top. After rolling her opponent over with the move, Martha begins to wrap her fist in the wire until she’s turned the appendage into a lethal weapon. She then attempts to fire down on Alice with the barbed wire-wrapped fist, but Alice sneaks out the back door and Martha ends up punching the empty canvas. The Night Owl then tries to get her own momentum rolling as she kips up to connect with a superkick, a move she refers to as The Ante Up Kick. Martha is stunned enough for Alice to follow up with a swinging neckbreaker, before The Night Owl leaves her opponent laying and climbs up the nearest turnbuckles.

The barbed wire is still in play, as the spool dangles from the tangled wire wrapped around Martha’s fist. The Puppet Master uses this to her advantage by swinging the spool upwards, smacking it against Alice’s head as she dives off with the attempted frog splash she calls The Wonder Splash. Not only does the move make Alice miss her mark, but it also stuns her long enough for Martha to wrap the excess barbed wire around The Night Owl’s neck before ultimately locking her in a sleeper hold.

ALARA ADAMS: The Sleeper Hold is locked in, and with the added pain of that barbed wire around her neck, I don’t know how Alice can possibly survive!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wouldn’t write her off like a tax deduction just yet! That little psycho is still fighting!

Just as Kayden alluded to, Alice pulls herself forward even as Martha leaps onto her back to apply more pressure. Eventually she reaches the corner turnbuckles, and miraculously she starts to climb them! Once both women are on the top buckle, Alice grabs hold of the pole with both hands and begins to shake it violently, making the mustard jar teeter precariously upon its perch. Then, just when it looks as if Alice is losing consciousness, the mustard jar breaks free from the pole and plummets downward, landing right atop Martha’s head. Somehow the jar remains unbroken as it bounces into the ring, but the impact it has made with Martha’s head has forced her to release the sleeper hold. Alice then grabs the barbed wire around her neck with both hands and uses what little leverage she has to flip Martha over head, leaving her with no way to stop from plummeting to the ringside floor. Once Martha has been deposited over the top rope, Alice falls backwards into the ring and clutches at her bloody neck. As Alice uses this brief time to shake off the effects of Martha’s punishment, the referee begins to make his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Unfortunately for Alice, Martha is quick to recover from her tumble to the ringside floor and begins to step between the ropes, her barbed wire still in hand. That’s when Alice finds her second wind and springs to her feet, hooking both of Martha’s arms while she’s bent over to step between the ropes. The Night Owl immediately hits her version of the dirty deeds DDT, The Apache, forcing Martha’s head directly against the prone jar of mustard, this time shattering it into hundreds of slimy, yellow pieces. Still half conscious from her ordeal, Alice hooks Martha’s leg for the cover…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…“The Night Owl” Alice Knight!!!

Alice jumps to her feet and holds arms high into the air, the fans ‘Hoot’ing in her direction.

ALARA ADAMS: She did it! Somehow Alice managed to pull off that finishing move and bring an end to this insane contest!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I guess you could say that Martha just couldn’t cut the mustard in this one…








CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen...the following matchup is a SPECIAL matchup...and with thirty-three percent of the fan vote...will be a GAME OF UNO!!!

The fans pop, but they are laughing as much as they are cheering.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first...the host of Project: Honor’s ‘The Edge’. He is JAMES EEEEEDDDGGGEEEEBRRROOOOOOOK!!!

“Final Countdown’ by Leo Moracchioli begins to pump out of the speakers as James Edgebrook steps out of the back, his eyes darting back and forth over the crowd, who are both cheering and booing him.

ALARA ADAMS: After that stunt James pulled a few not too long ago, I think he should be happy this isn’t a physical match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Not a physical match? When was the last time you played Uno with someone? Tempers flare VERY quickly.

James walks up the stairs and enters the ring, where Arik Holt is sitting at a round poker table that only has two more chairs. Arik nods at James, barely making eye contact from under his green casino visor.

James slowly walks over and sits down at the chair farthest from the entrance.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent...the host of The F Word...AND one BAD MOTHERFUCKER...JULIUS...FAIIIIIRRRRWEAAATTHHHERRRR!!!

“Misirlou’ by Dickie Dale begins to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed lighting to rest upon the entrance, but Julius has already stormed past the light and makes his way down to the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus, no pomp and circumstance for this match. I’m sure Julius wants to get in, take care of menial business...then get ready for his REAL match later on.

Julius slides into the ring and pops up to his feet, quickly grabbing the back of his chair and keeping his eyes trained on James Edgebrook. His music fades out.


JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Let’s make sure things are clear as motherfucking crystal...this Uno game doesn’t end anything. After I beat your ass here, I’m going to bring the fight to you. Do you motherfucking understand me, white boy?

Arik Holt stands to his feet and aggressively points to the chair. Julius shoots him a dirty look.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I’ll sit down, motherfucker, when I WANT to sit down. You motherfuckers are just like I need to save my strength for some OTHER motherfuckers.

A camera is trained on both men and the center of the table. Arik quickly deals out seven cards, to which he then places a green seven on the table. He points at James Edgebrook, telling him he is up.

James quickly places down a green six.

Julius places down a blue six, his eyes staring a whole through Edgebrook.

James slowly responds by placing down a blue skip card, causing Julius’ stare to become even more intense.

But James ends up tapping the table, because he doesn’t have a card to play. Arik deals him a card, to which James quickly places down. A ‘Wild’ card.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Green.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Don’t know ‘bout green, but I’ll make your motherfucking ass black and blue!

Julius smirks as he lays down a green ‘Draw 2’ card, but James quickly responds with a red ‘Draw 2’ card of his own.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Motherfucker.

Julius is handed four cards, shaking his head as he slowly folds them into his own hand. Meanwhile James lays down a red four, to which Julius responds with a red eight.

James looks at his cards for a moment, before placing down a yellow eight.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I always knew you were a yellow motherfucker.

Julius slams down a yellow ‘Draw 2’ card, but before he can even get his hand away, James puts a green ‘Draw 2’ of his own.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: MOTHERFUCKER!

Fairweather shakes his head as a scowl forms on his lips. Arik deals him four cards. James quickly places down a green reverse...and holds his hands up as his hands are empty.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: HOLD UP MOTHERFUCKER...I didn’t hear you say Uno!

James looks at Arik, who just nods his head in agreement. Arik slowly deals James two cards as a punishment.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Yeah, what now...you cheatin’ motherfucker.

Julius places down a green ‘Draw 2’ with a smirk on his face...but it quickly fades away as James places a red ‘Draw 2’ on top of his card.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Uno.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You shady motherfucker…

As Arik begins to hand Julius his four additional cards...James drops his last card on top of the pile...A Draw Four.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: AW HELL MOTHERFUCKING NO!!!

Julius quickly jumps to his feet and slides across the table...while James only has time to stand to his feet. Fairweather lands a kick to the midsection of Edgebrook, causing him to double-over slightly. Julius grabs James up under his arms…

ALARA ADAMS: THE INIQUITIES OF THE SELFISH!!! BUTTERFLY DDT...THROUGH THE POKER TABLE!!!

Julius jumps to his feet as James lay face down in the pile of broken table and thrown about cards. Meanwhile Arik sits quietly in his chair, looking down at the unconscious Edgebrook, from beneath his visor.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: YOU CHEATIN’ MOTHERFUCKER!!! THIS IS FAR FROM OVER!!!

In a fit of rage, Julius slides out of the ring and begins to forcefully walk up the ramp...cursing and yelling to himself as he makes his way towards the back.





PREVIOUSLY RECORDED

The scene shows the wonderful sight that Greece had to offer. And even though it wasn't the sunniest day, it was still better than anything she had ever seen. The sea so still one moment, while angry in the very next. Just like herself. In a way too quick manner the camera focus changed, showing three females that couldn’t be more different. One tall, pale and with long black hair. Another with fiery red hair, her arms covered in tattoos. And the last? So small she could have passed off as a child, but she wasn't. All three of them stood on some sort of a balcony, their eyes set on the ocean.

ELENA DEDRACA: I will never get tired of this.

LARA CHAMBERS: Why would you? If anything I might end up buying a property here.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: And get yourself one of those poolboys. It’s an absolute must.

They were interrupted when another figure appeared on the scene. Light blonde hair and a smile that could melt icebergs. Of course it was none other than Isabella DeDraca. The youngest of the gang. She never was a kid of many words, instead she hugged Elena around the waist. They shared this intimate moment with the world- with the fans. Soon after that she grabbed Lara’s hand and pulled her away. Something about stray cats and how she would keep them.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: It’s time. Don’t you think, Elena?

Once more they both looked towards the ocean, trying to savour the moment. Elena would take a deep breath before nodding, knowing fully well that her best friend was right. There was no need to wait any longer.

ELENA DEDRACA: How does it feel to be so fucking superior, Dimitri? Must be giving you a constant high, since you turned from whiny to shitty. I get it. You wanna know the truth, I didn’t listen to one word you had to say. Not because I am ignorant or was so busy, but I wanna save myself the disappointment. But be proud of yourself, your words caused waves. Forced a lot of people to see you in a different light. Not the little boy anymore. Not the grand champion anymore. But a little bitch that is clinging to every straw possible. Someone that needs to dig in the past to have anything relevant to say. Congratulations, you have analysed my career so well. And of course the person that I am. No one could have done it better. You will get a golden star for this. Isn’t that what you wanted? If not, sorry. But for me all of this sounds like a cry for attention. Just like every subtweet you do. I wasn't aware that you are the navel of my world, or everyone’s world for that matter, and that whatever I say must be about you.

Right next to her Alexandra was covering her mouth to hide a giggle. Failing miserably.

ELENA DEDRACA: I get it. The frustration and the want to always be better. What I don’t get is how you shit on everything and everyone. But that is cool too, I just wish you had told me earlier. How I am so selfish because I don’t jump when you expect it, or abandoned you. Or how I am jealous. Of what? Your career or the 15 minutes of fame you gained? Grow up, Dimitri. And I don’t talk about you finally growing a beard, but maybe some balls. You wanted to go down and dirty? Sure, why not. You don’t know the meaning of the word loyalty. I stand by everything I had to say, if you like it or not. But everything put out there, didn’t make you less my brother. Just like it didn’t make Finn less my brother when we almost killed each other. Different from you he didn’t need to shoot arrows to my heart, he simply showed up and fought. But that is something you have never learned. Which is also okay, but hardly my problem. Anymore.

She looked over to her Pixie once more, her expression as cold as always. The green eyes are a few nuances darker than usually.

ELENA DEDRACA: I really thought we could go out there, fight and then hug. That everything would be just perfectly fine once the show is over. I am not so sure about this anymore. For the first time I think your real personality shows through. And man, it’s not a good sight. You are green with envy, which you probably have been for a very long time. Because lets be honest, Dimitri, who the fuck ever cared about you? I don’t talk about Hannah, who obviously loves you. I don’t mean Aiden, who is now your brother. I mean apart from those people, who gives a fuck about Dimitri Watson? If you make a list, it might be as short as my own. But the difference is, that I don’t fucking care. I know your need validation, boy, but this ain’t the boy- scouts. You won’t get a pattern for everything you have done right. While sleeping in your bed of lies, you tell yourself how right you have been about everything. How you are a victim and deserve better. Do you? Honest question, you think you deserve a better life than you had? I don’t.

From afar she watched her daughter playing with Lara, while Mark was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs. And even though he wore his sunglasses, she knew his eyes drifted over to her every few seconds.

ELENA DEDRACA: Once upon a time, I thought I deserved a different life. It was the time when my husband decided to rather hover over some cheap slut and left me. It was after my marriage fell apart and I fell apart. But hey, I made it through. And that was when I said something I never expected out of myself, towards someone I have loved for so many years. Do you remember, Dickie? I stood there in front of a camera, a lighter in my hand- ready to burn up a wedding chapel. I had been crying a lot, my mascara was ruined- but my self esteem was back. Standing there looking like a bad copy of Carrie I whispered: You only know the prestigious feeling of being loved by me. The passion behind it. But you don’t know what it feels like when I take all of this away from you. And the same goes for you, Dickie. All your life you have been loved by me. And even though I sometimes said or did things you didn’t like, I always had your best interest in mind. But you clearly showed me that none of this is necessary anymore. And even though I am stubborn and maybe emotional slow at points, I got it. Loud and clear.

For a moment it felt like all the air had left her body, as if she was drowning without being under water. Elena stood very still, knowing that this was the beginning of a panic attack. She had those before, but by now she knew how to handle them. It was in the back of her mind that brought her back on track, but also the nudge from Pixie. By no means soft, and right between the ribs.

Focus

ELENA DEDRACA: I said I would be happy if you won the Legacy title, remember? Somewhere in my epic speech I said that, but I think I caught myself lying. I am not ready for it. So keep lying to yourself that you deserve this. Or that you would be a worthy champion. I don’t agree. But shall you for whatever reason walk out the Legacy champion, you will celebrate. You will tell the world how you are the best. And that is fine. But there will come a time when you realise that sometimes, even when we win- we still lose. Everything.






CLARA OLSON: The following match is for the Ascension Championship Title Match and with thirty-two percent of the fan vote...is a TABLE LADDERS AND CHAIRS MATCH!!! Introducing first… Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… He is the Ascension Champion and The Iron Titan… ELLLIIII ATTTLLLAAASSSS!!!

Atlas emerges onto the stage in half-blue-half-red wrestling boots and black denim pants. He also has a half-blue-half-red rally flag draped around his shoulders. He turns his back and spreads his arms out to show the fabric in all its glory to the camera with the Ascension Championship around his waist. The fabric includes names of a few fans, soup kitchens and hospitals that come from the city they’re in this week. As he gets in the ring he points to the camera and then to both his shoulders. He drapes his flag over the ropes.

CLARA OLSON: Up next in this match… Introducing next to the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and fifthteen pounds… He is The Daredevil… DAAANNNIIIIEEEEELLLL HOOOORRRRRRRROOOOORRRR!!!

The light dims and changes into the red light

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

The smoke is filled the floor

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

The light turns back into the bright white as Daniel Horror comes out from the entrance area.

I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer

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

The light turns into the normal light as Horror walks into the ring and waits for his opponent and his match.

CLARA OLSON: Up next in this match… Introducing next to the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… He is a member of The Left Hand… ZAAACCCKKK TYYYLLLEEERRR!!!

The lights in the arena turn off and in the total darkness, Tyler's theme plays. The lights slightly raise to a dim setting as smoke/fog machines begin blowing out smoke, and it billows around the staging entrance while a video plays above him on the giant screen. Red beams of light begin to shine upward from the grates and cover the entrance stage.

Walking slowly through the lightly tinted Red smoke is Zack with his Left hand stretched out before him. Walking towards the ring with his eyes focused ahead, his slow walk allows ample time for the viewing audience as well as the crowd to take in the video playing on the screen.

Reaching the ringside area, as if he was directing the lights, his outward stretched hand is placed on the ring steps. Wiping them as if to clear off something that was on them, Zack steps up each step until he stops at the top step. His Left hand has now turned into a raised hand. It's as if he was conducting the lights, the lights begin to slowly turn on fully. Placing his hands on the top and middle rope, he leans over and steps through the ropes and into the ring. In the ring, he backs into the nearest corner and sits down Indian-style as his music, looped or restarted by this time, fades away.

CLARA OLSON: Up next in this match… Introducing next to the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and seven pounds… He is El Vagabundo… CRRRAAASSSHHH ROOODDDRRRIIIGGGUUUEEEZZZ!!!

Crash makes his way to the ring, once he is at the ring, he walks up the steel steps before climbing into the ring through the middle and top rope, getting ready for the last entrant as his music dies down.

CLARA OLSON: Last but not least… Introducing last to the ring… Weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds… She is Little Miss Vex… KAAASSSEEEYYY WIIIINNNNTTTTEEEERRRBBBOOOORRRRNNNN!!!

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

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

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

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

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

DING! DING! DING!

The five competitors, Eli Atlas, Daniel Horror, Zack Tyler, Crash Rodriguez and Kasey Winterborn are ready as the bell rings. They all look at the Tables, Ladders and Chairs at ringside. Zack holds his left hand up as the others look on and just shake their heads holding back laughter. Kasey is the first to make a move as she runs at Zack hitting him in the side of the head with the Running Knee Strike(V-Trigger) dropping him to the mat hard.

ALARA ADAMS: Wow! Kasey isn’t messing around.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wouldn’t either if I had a chance to win the Ascension Title.

Eli, Daniel and Crash are all having a competition on who can chop who the hardest. Eli chops Daniel, he then chops Crash, and Crash then chops Eli. The chops get harder and harder to the point that Crash has had enough and drops Daniel with a DDT. Eli is gentlemanly enough to let Crash get to his feet before he punches him and hits him with a Legsweep STO.

By this time, Zack is starting to get to his feet, Eli and Kasey see this and decide to work together to deal with him. Eli slides out of the ring and slides two chairs into the ring, not sure if it was planned or purely by accident but the chair Eli slides in ends up being perfectly placed as Kasey hits a Piledriver on Zack, his head being driven into the steel chair. Eli now rolls into the ring picking up one of the chairs as Kasey picks the other chair up.

They both stand on an arm each both driving a steel chair each into the hands of Zack who screams out in pain. They don’t only do it once but three times before they drop the chairs on the mat. By this time, Crash and Daniel are on their feet, Crash charges at Eli and Daniel charges at Kasey. Both Kasey and Eli duck the clothesline attempts on them both managing to kick Crash and Daniel in the gut before Kasey hits a Hurricanrana DDT on Daniel and Eli hits a Twisting neckbreaker on Crash.

ALARA ADAMS: Eli Atlas and Kasey Winterborn may have just broken Zack Tyler’s hands there.

KAYDEN ELLIS: No left hand, no right hand, oh what will Zack Tayler do?

ALARA ADAMS: Well he isn’t raising any hands for the time being.

Eli and Kasey weren’t done with Zack though as they see him trying to roll out of the ring. They both manage to grab Zack before he can roll out of the ring. Getting him to his feet they hit a Double Team Powerbomb from the ring and through a Table that is already on the outside. Zack lands flush through the table laying there not moving as EMT’s rush over to check on him. Both Eli and Kasey shrug before they both lock up in the ring.

Eli manages to get the upper hand and does an Arm Drag on Kasey who gets straight back to her feet returning the favor to Eli who gets straight back to his feet too. Eli runs at Kasey going for a Big Boot but she manages to do a Barrell Roll out of the way and sweeps the legs of Eli. They both get to their feet as Kasey runs at Eli and hits him with the Slingblade. EMT’s head off as Zack manages to nod that he feels fine to continue as he still lays there struggling to get up at the moment.

Crash and Daniel get to their feet now as they both see Kasey standing there alone. Daniel grabs hold of Kasey picking her up to do a Suplex but holds her there as Crash climbs the turnbuckle. Crash jumps from the turnbuckle hitting a Crossbody on Kasey as Daniel hits the Suplex. Daniel is quick to pick up one of the steel chairs and as soon as Crash gets to his feet he turns around to be met with the steel chair connecting with his forehead busting him open. The sight of blood seems to fuel Daniel as he starts to unload chair shoots onto Crash over and over again as he lays on the mat.

Eli has managed to roll out of the ring while this is happening and started climbing the ladder that is already set up outside the ring. He shouts for Daniel to turn around and as he does with the steel chair still in hand, Eli jumps from the ladder into the ring and hits a Dropkick on the chair smashing it into the face of Daniel who is now busted open too. As both Daniel and Crash lay on the mat, their faces covered in blood, Zack has managed to slide in the ring. He is still groggy but picks up the other steel chair and smashes Eli in the back with it sending Eli down to his knees where Zach once again hits Eli in the back with the chair.

Kasey has finally begun to stir, she uses the ropes to get to her feet seeing that Zack Tyler has a steel chair in hand. She just hits him with a Dropkick to the back of his knees causing them to buckle and his throat to land on the chair. Zack collapses to the mat, he is coughing up blood and rolling around the ring as he does. Kasey is the only one standing as she looks at the destruction around her, taking this time to have a breather and get her wits about her.

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY COW! Zack Tyler has really taken some damage in this match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well that’s the understatement of the century.

Eli is the first to start to move as he crawls over to the turnbuckle, finally managing to get to his feet, he rests with his back against it looking at Kasey who does the same in the opposite turnbuckle to him. Eli is the one who somehow manages to get a second wind first as he runs at Kasey who welcomes him with a foot to the face. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and is soon joined by Eli as they trade punches there. Kasey gets the upper hand though as she manages to grab him and hit Little Miss Vex(Top Rope Angel Wings) leading to Eli landing on Zack Tyler as the ref goes for the count.

ONE…

TWO…

KASEY HITS ELI WITH A DROPKICK TO BREAK THE COUNT!!!

Eli rolls out of the ring, Kasey sees her opportunity now as everyone is down and has her choice on who to take the fall. She sees Zack laying there and decides to lock in Wicked Little Machine (Sharpshooter with a Reverse Facelock) and it doesn’t take much for Zack to tap out hurting his hands as he taps out with both simultaneously on the mat.

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match through Submission… AND NEW ASCENSION CHAMPION...KAAASSSEEEYYY WIIIINNNNTTTTEEEERRRBBBOOOORRRRNNNN!!!

A huge smile comes over Kasey’s face as the ref helps her to her feet and she is handed the Ascension Championship title.








Though the night was young, there was tension for what was to come later on in the night. It was a night full of championship matches, and with the Ascension Championship match already out of the way- it came down to the next championship match which was the Project: Honor Noble Championship match. The lead up to the match has been heavily intense from both competitors but tonight was where they threw down whatever they had and raised hell against one another in the ring. As the camera feed brought us backstage in the OACA Olympic Indoor Hall, we’re greeted with the sight of Fallout’s newest signings to their roster--that being Savannah Sunshine. Her smile is as bright as the sun as the camera just pans slowly to the right and entering Jason Long into the shot, a knock on their locker room door interrupts them from doing anything as Savannah opens the door, greeting us with Fallout’s Backstage Interviewer - Alyssa Nguyen.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: So glad you two took the time to make this happen, can I come in?

JASON LONG: Of course, come on in. We’ve been waiting.

Savannah’s bubbly smile makes Alyssa feel more welcomed than how some of the roster could, as she walks into the room with a cameraman following her from right behind. Savannah closed the door behind the pair before turning back around and greeting the interviewer.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Hi!

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Well, hello there! I’m Alyssa, the one who contacted Jason about the interview?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Right, right. I have the attention span of a fish, but I promise to be on my best behavior. You ready?

Savannah shoots a look towards Jason, soft smile on her lips as she rocks back and forth momentarily with her hands clasped behind her back.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Whenever you two are ready!

The couple both nod their heads to Alyssa as she gets the cameraman to prepare rolling the footage and turning her body around to look into the lens of the camera.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here being joined by Jason Long and Savannah Sunshine, arguably the biggest couple right now here in Project: Honor! Savannah, we’ll start with you. How did you feel after winning in your debut for Project: Honor this past Friday?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well, Alyssa, it’s been an amazing feeling. I went out there and I did what I could, surprised I walked away with the win but I guess this is a sign of things to come.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: That win was definitely impressive, without a doubt, and what are your goals here for Fallout? What are you willing to bring to the brand or what are you looking to do here on the brand?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: As cliche as it sounds, I honestly just want to show the world how capable I am of handling things. Not to mention, being able to be someone that the younger fans tend to look up to a lot. As long as I know I’m doing the right thing along the way, then I know it’ll be a good time.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: I assume there’s also the hope of some championship gold sometime down the line, wouldn’t you agree?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: A shiny would be nice, actually. I know I have a lot of work cut out for me before I get there. But, I’ll make it happen.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Final question, which might sound dumb considering… how do you feel about Jason walking out here tonight with the Noble Championship?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I know how capable he is of getting the job done and I know how bad he wants to leave here with that gold around his waist. So, I think it’s pretty much a no-brainer that he’s going to be the best Noble champion ever.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: And speaking of which- Jason Long, the challenger for tonight’s Noble Championship, how do you feel going into it?

A smile on Jason’s lips as he looks down at Savannah and then to Alyssa.

JASON LONG: I’m pretty much confident with what I have going for me. I’m not surprised to be here and one step closer to my first piece of gold here in Project: Honor because let’s be real here… I predicted this when I left the Draft Show as the newest signing to the company. When I walked in, I made a speech and I made a proclamation that I’ll be the one who’ll hold championships no matter what they are. I said I’ll do it and when I beat Kayla a few weeks back, they should have awarded me the title then, this will be a cake walk for me.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: It’s been a heated battle between you two, your match being one of the many talk points about this show, but I’m sure you might have some final words for Kayla heading into this match, correct?

JASON LONG: Absolutely…

Slowly taking the microphone out of Alyssa’s hand, Jason smiles as he looks into the lens of the camera pointed right towards him.

JASON LONG: Hey, Kayla. Up here. I’ve been listening and I’ve been hearing and I’ve been seeing what you’ve had to say about me and to be frank with you, it’s all just the same really, isn’t it? I was expecting something different but all you did was proved me right in my claims, you didn’t do what I would have wanted you to do--you fell for the fucking bait and here you are, running around here talking like Billy Big Bollocks, thinking you’re all high and mighty with a championship but you’ve got to put it this way, Kayla. There’s a reason as to why I’m here and nobody else isn’t. There’s a reason as to why everyone else is stuck in other places on the card and here I am facing you because they don’t want to see you champion, they never did and when you were crowned the unlawful champion, they hated it. I’m sure that fuelled you up enough to continue your tyrannical reign here on Fallout but right now, we’re cutting the bullshit. There’s no favouritism, there’s no “here’s a title because you came second place” shite like before.

The King took a deep breath, soaking in everything.

JASON LONG: Tonight, I said I’ll make you, and I promise that because whether I win or not- I want to see that if you really are who you say you are and that’s a true Noble Champion, but myself and Savannah right here? We’re able to see through that bullshit you’re telling everyone. Guess what, Kayla… you’re not fooling anyone unless it’s the smooth-brained fucking gobshite bridge trolls you might hang around with. You fool them. You might fool some here. You don’t fool us… and you for fucking sure don’t fool me. Tonight marks a new era for that title, a champion that’ll actually have some proper prestige and not some whore roaming the streets for a crumb of attention because her without it makes her melt away like the Wicked Witch. Boo-fucking-hoo, Kayla!

Rolling his eyes and then looking back at Savannah, taking a few steps back and bringing his arm around her.

JASON LONG: There’s no dreams to escape onto, Kayla--for me and for you. This is just as real as they come and you are about to live a very realistic nightmare. The King set out to become noble and so he will, it’s what he said he’ll do and he always backs up his words. Kayla, I’ve won championships in every single god damned fucking promotion, company, brand, ecetera. I’ve done it all and I can still do so much more. I’ve accomplished my dreams, I’ve done what I needed to do, enough to allow me to retire from this sport early on but there’s something about having so much more that fuels me… that drives me to continue and sadly, you are blocking the way but just like everyone else, Kayla. I break the fucking barriers down and I make sure my place is well and truly kept where it should be.

That same smile from earlier returns, going from ear to ear as he leans in and kisses Savannah on the top of her head.

JASON LONG: This, quite frankly, is just a mercy killing on the leech that sucks the life out of everything she’s ever been around. Just like how that Noble Championship lost it’s meaning when you were crowned the champion. That’s why I’m here to save it, Kayla, and as much as you might think there’s no way I can stop you then let me give you much of a reminder as you should deserve from me.

Clearing his throat with a small cough.

JASON LONG: I am The King, I am the best of the best, the greatest to have ever done it, and nobody’s yet to put me down for good because when they do, they’re crowned the best. You, Kayla, might think you’re going to be the one who does that but at the end of the day and you’re laying on your back after being fucking dominated by me… what will that say about you?

Jason looks at the camera with a questionable look, then turning his head to Savannah who just shrugs, and then turning his head back to the camera.

JASON LONG: It’ll mean you never ever deserved any of the shit you had handed to. I aim to prove that tonight. For myself, I have someone here who’ll support me through everything and I cannot wait to walk out of here tonight with the championship in hand and Savannah in the other because then I’ll be walking all over cloud nine as the Noble King - the man I’ve been telling everyone I’ll soon become. For you, however, it might be a little bit different…

His smile soon turns to a cocky smirk.

JASON LONG: The only good thing you’ll be able to take home is someone out there uploading that match ending with the caption “Man Dominates Daddy Issues Girl For Thirty Minutes” onto XVIDEOS dot com, which’ll probably get a million views over night.

Savannah, in the background, is giggling at the comment made by Jason.

JASON LONG: Believe me, Kayla, it’ll be the only time men will finally be giving you the attention you so desire the most. I’ll see you out there.

The camera feed soon fades away to black.





CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a Noble rules match… introducing first… already in the ring… from Nagasaki, Japan… weighing in at 135lbs… KAGOME AKAIBARA!!

A hush falls over the crowd as the arena lights take on a hunter green hue. The fuzzed chords of "Half Lit" by Single Mothers cue up and the collective anticipation of the audience starts to swell. The punch of the song hits like a concussion bomb and Finale steps out onto the stage amid a dense fog from smoke machines.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent, making his way to the ring.... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada… FINALE!!

The Goddamn Butcher Man stomps to the ring and is quick up the ring stairs. He wipes his feet on the apron and once through the ropes he immediately steps off the canvas and stands on the middle rope in the center of the ring. After surveying the audience he lets out his battlecry..."Naptime is ooooooooover."

The bell rings and the two pace around the ring, they share a half assed nod and hand shake as per noble match rules. Kagome seems pleased enough with playing this fair at the start.

ALARA ADAMS: A real clash of styles here, can Finale overpower Kagome?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wouldn’t be sure of it, Kagome can be damn slippery.

The two lock fingers, which seems silly as Finale towers over his opponent. With one hand locked, Finale uses that size to his advantage, spinning out and tripping Kagome to the ground, while maintaining wrist control. He locks her arm behind his leg and then steps over, turning her onto her belly with her twisted arm pinned. At that point, Finale looks out at the crowd, as he essentially has his smaller opponent at his mercy. The Canadian native slowly lets go and stands, before literally kicking Kagome on her behind! Finale steps away as Kagome scoots away to her corner, looking insulted and pissed off.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell was that?

ALARA ADAMS: Probably an attempt to get into the head of Kagome.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Shit like that is for reddit, not a wrestling ring!

She gets up, almost pouting, and staring daggers at her larger opponent. This time she moves in and they get in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, before Kagome does a quick go-behind and trips Finale's leg to force him to the ground. She rotates over and gets him in a front face-lock, attempting to ground her larger opponent. Kagome begins to lift Finale up as best she can, before suddenly letting go and slapping the taste out of his mouth!

KAYDEN ELLIS: OUCH!! Maybe I was wrong, this is all a bit too adult oriented for reddit.

ALARA ADAMS: If Finale hasn’t lost some teeth after that i’ll be amazed.

Finale takes a step back, holding his jaw, as Kagome shouts some very un-PG comments at him. They lock-up again, with Kagome getting a side-headlock. She adjusts her feet and uses Finale's own weight against him to execute a headlock takedown. She keeps him down on the mat with a side headlock, cranking it in and content to let the match stay at this pace. The crowd begins a "Finale!" chant, which encourages the large brawler to push himself to his feet. With the huge size difference, there's not much Kagome can do but allow it to happen.

ALARA ADAMS: These noble rules matches can be so different from the norm.

She offers for one last tie-up, and Finale obliges, but she suddenly shifts her weight again and yanks the unsuspecting Finale to a knee, before charting forward and hitting the side of his face with her thigh. Finale gets to his feet and Kagome fires upward with an elbow strike with enough force behind it to send a fighter of any size staggering. Finale backs into the corner and Kagome follows him in, landing a kick to his midsection, then another. Kagome fires off one more, before turning around to taunt the booing crowd.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not convinced now is the time for taunting the crowd.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Some crowds deserve it.

She lifts Finale to his feet and connects with another forearm, rocking his jaw. She whips him into the opposite corner, but when she charges in Finale pushes himself up and over the champion. He turns around and she hits a mule kick to his kneecap, sending him down to a knee. She bounces off the ropes and then tries to connect with a shining wizard, but Finale ducks it. She spins away, Finale grabs her around the waist and runs towards their starting turnbuckle, perhaps attempting to gain momentum for a throw. Kagome grabs the ropes with all her strength and Finale rolls back on his own. Wasting no time he charges forward again, so she does a push-up on the rope and tries to propel herself behind him, as he did just seconds before. Instead, Finale stops short, turns around and hits Kagome with a FIERCE uppercut as she lands! Kagome collapses to the mat and Finale makes the cover!

ONE!
TW...NO! Kagome gets the shoulder up just before two.

ALARA ADAMS: Kagome was lucky to get out of that one.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Seriously? Lucky? Who the fuck wins a match with an uppercut?

Kagome gets up, holding her jaw, and Finale immediately locks up her arm and flips her over with a deep arm drag! The crowd shouts along, "AY!" as he does it. Kagome lands on her hip but is back up only to get caught with another arm drag! (AY!). She gets back up, slower this time, and runs at Finale, only this time when he attempts a third arm drag, she over-rotates and lands on her feet! She maintains wrist control on the surprised Finale, pulling him down into a small package!

ONE!
TWO!
NO! Finale kicks out.

Kagome ignores her frustration, instead reaching up and pulling her opponent back down into a roll-up, but this time she pulls the tights!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THR--NO! Finale forces his way out. Now Kagome is up and she's upset with the ref, demanding he count faster.

ALARA ADAMS: Well that isn’t very noble!

As Finale gets to his feet and confirms that he's still in it, Melody hits a low dropkick to his leg, forcing him into a kneeling position. Using her speed, she bounces off the ropes and comes back with a shining wizard to the back of Finale's head! Finale goes down holding his head for a moment, before picking himself up and crawling to the ropes. Kagome moves in front of him, getting him in another front face-lock before driving his head into the mat with a snap DDT! Once again, Kagome goes for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THR… Finale gets his shoulder up.

ALARA ADAMS: That kick out wasn’t the strongest but it was enough.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s clearly a tough bugger.

Finale sits up and holds the back of his head. Just to be a jerk, Kagome then slaps Finale in the back of the head where he was hurt. He tries to get to his feet, but she then kicks the back of his neck and forces him back down to the mat. Finale moves away and gets in the corner, trying to get a breather. Kagome instead charges forward and hits him with a low-corner splash! Finale collapses out of the corner and Kagome moves through the ropes and to the top in one fluid motion, with her back facing the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Kagome's going up top! This could be it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yes. Call the action as she crushes Finale’s dreams.

Kagome leaps off with a moonsault diving stomp… BUT FINALE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Kagome lands on her feet, but the momentum makes her fall backwards. She adjusts by doing a reverse somersault and getting back to her feet. She charges at Finale, who then POPS HER UP INTO THE AIR! He looks to hit her with a Cutter, but she stretches her legs out, hooks them behind Finale and in one fluid motion, avoids the blow and flips forward with an amazing modified version of THE PAYOFF!! Finale lands right on the back of his head! Kagome hooks in a pinning position!!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THAT’S IT!! KAGOME AKAIBARA WINS!!

ALARA ADAMS: Wow, what an explosive ending.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She may not be popular but damn she’s good.

CLARA OLSON: The winner by pinfall… The Blade of Nagasaki… KAGOME AKAIBARA!!

Kagome stands to her feet and raises her hands in the air in victory.



One of the many camera operators that have been assigned to roam the backstage area captures an unexpected sight, as we see Julius Fairweather sitting in his locker room, leaned forward in deep contemplation. There is no wide grin or foul language that one would usually expect when the Bad Motherfucker is on screen, as Julius does not seem to notice the camera’s presence. Instead, he is focused solely on his thoughts, most likely concerning his upcoming championship opportunity. Even his usual entourage is absent, making it a very uncharacteristic scene.

As the camera continues to focus on Julius, we see a pair of legs enter the shot, covered by a pair of denim jeans. This new presence forces Julius to slowly raise his head, and a look of surprise comes over him. The camera pans back to show that Julius’ unexpected visitor is none other than the X-Factor Champion and member of the Proving Ground roster, Indy Darling. At first it is difficult to read Indy’s expression as he stares down at Julius through his sunglasses, but slowly the young man begins to smile.

INDY DARLING: “What’s up, motherfucker?”

Julius, still in shock that his former friend is in the building, slowly gets to his feet so he can look at Indy face-to-face.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: “What are you doing here?”

Indy gives a slight shrug of his shoulders as he responds.

INDY DARLING: “The last time we were in a room together, we tried to kill each other. I thought that might be something we should clear up before you try to win the biggest match of your career.”

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: “Yeah, about that…”

Indy interrupts Julius by reaching out to rest his hand on the taller man’s shoulder.

INDY DARLING: “You don’t need to say anything. I was in a pretty dark place when it all went down, and I didn’t handle it the way I should have. You didn’t know what Malaysia was up to and you made things right, just like you said you would. You also said you’d have my back, and I’m here to tell you the exact same thing.”

A bright smile begins to form on Julius’ face, as if mending fences with his tag team partner was exactly what he needed to do in order to fully focus on the task ahead.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: “So...partners?”

INDY DARLING: “Partners.”

The two men shake hands and exchange a pair of smiles, having successfully buried whatever bad blood may have come between them.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: “Hot damn! White Lightning and Chocolate Thunder are back on the same page!”

INDY DARLING: “I really hate that name, but yeah, if we’re ever booked as a team, we’ll be on the same page. Until then, go out there and become Fallout’s Prime Champion so we can both represent our brands. Everyone in this building knows you’re capable of doing it, so just go out there and kick some motherfucking ass.”

Julius nods his head as Indy starts to make his way to the door.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: “You know, someone should really have a talk with that boy about his language…”

Indy exits the locker room to give his partner time to prepare and focus, but as he steps into the hallway, he nearly bumps into Fallout’s General Manager, Christian DeMarco. The two men exchange an awkward stare for a few moments before Christian’s eyes trail down to the tee shirt Indy is sporting. He silently reads the words “BRING BACK CALIBAN” before raising his gaze back to his old rival from last fall.

INDY DARLING: “Yo, DeMarco! What’s up!”

The X-Factor Champion then gives Christian a hard slap on the shoulder.

INDY DARLING “Cut those strings, am I right?”

Before Fallout’s General Manager can respond, Indy continues on his way down the hall, leaving Christian to scowl in silence.






CLARA OLSON: The following Noble Rules contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for The Project: Honor Noble Championship!!!



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

"Hi, are you looking for the other side?

Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?

Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like

You're corrupted?

I need to know where your loyalties lie

Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?

Do you really want to twist the knife

In the belly of the monster?"

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

"Kingslayer

Destroying castles in the sky

Kingslayer

Forevermore the apple of my eye

I'd sacrifice my life to find you

Angel of the flame

Kingslayer

Come and collect us from the night"

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

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

Blank stare

Disrepair

There's a big black hole

Gonna eat me up someday

Someday fades away

Like a memory

Or a place that you'd rather be

Kayla Richards steps out wearing a black leather coat with no sleeves and instead black mesh replacing it. She moves down to the ring ignoring everyone around her before moving up to the ring steps and climbing in under the middle rope. As Kayla removes her entrance jacket and her entrance music dies down, Clara Olson begins to give the official announcements.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first...the challenger...weighing in at 195 pounds...hailing from Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland...he is looking to become “The Noble King”...JASON LONG!!!

Full of confidence as you might expect, Jason steps out of his corner with his arms raised, glaring past Clara Olson to set his sights on his opposition.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent...weighing in at 135 pound...hailing from Norwich, England...she is the reigning Noble Champion of Project: Honor and tonight she looks to kill the dreams of a would-be king...she is “The Dream Killer”...KAYLA RICHARDS!!!

Kayla steps out of her own corner with the championship belt in hand, eventually meeting Jason Long in the center of the ring where she hands the title over to the official. The referee then begins to remind the two competitors of the Noble Rules, but both champion and challenger reserve their stares for each other.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not exaggerating when I say that this is one of the toughest match-ups to predict on this night. There has been such venom spewed between these two that it borders on pure hatred.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Maybe, but they’d better put that hate aside and focus on the pure rules. Letting their feelings toward each other take control could be the key to losing this match.

The referee finishes his instructions and calls for the opening bell, at which point Jason Long is clearly trash talking the champion. While we are unable to hear his taunts, we can see that Kayla is no-selling them with a wicked glare and a halfcocked grin. Then, seemingly in the midst of a sentence, Jason suddenly strikes forward with an open-hand slap across Kayla’s face. As the crowd reacts with a chorus of “oohs”, Kayla slowly turns her head back toward Jason and fires off an open-handed slap of her own! Jason then has a different reaction than the champion, as he reaches out to hook Kayla in a basic side headlock. Without skipping a beat, he then drops to a knee and flips the champion to the mat, maintaining his hold on the basic wrestling maneuver. After a brief time with her head locked in his arm, Kayla thrusts her hips up to catch Jason’s head between her legs, countering the side headlock with a basic head scissors. The challenger isn’t about to let such a simple hold keep him down for long, as he pushes himself to his feet, but before he can put his planned counter into effect, Kayla releases her grip and plants both boots against Jason’s chest, knocking him backwards. Following a kip up, Kayla slaps on a side headlock of her own, but Jason is quick to turn it into a back suplex. He bridges upon impact and holds Kayla in position, forcing the referee down to make a count.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Kayla’s ability to kick out of the pin surprises absolutely no one as both competitors are quick to their feet. There is a brief collar and elbow tie up, which Jason immediately turns into an armdrag takedown, and when Kayla gets back on her feet, he quickly executes a second one. This time Kayla is looking for the armdrag when she gets on her feet, but instead she is caught off guard by a spinning back kick to the head. With Kayla stunned, Jason executes a quick arm snap before ultimately forcing the champion to the mat with an armbar. With the challenger’s slight weight advantage, Kayla initially struggles to escape the move, but with it being so early in the contest, she also doesn’t seem ready to use one of her three allotted rope breaks. This inaction works in the challenger’s favor as he torques on the arm, before grabbing Kayla’s fingers and bending them into a wide and painful V-shape that would make Mr. Spock envious. With no immediate counter at her disposal, Kayla finally gives in and stretches her leg as close to the ropes as she can, draping her foot over the bottom. Surprisingly, Jason immediately breaks the hold and leaps to his feet, but we soon see that it is not a sign of sportsmanship, but an opportunity to stomp Kayla’s head against the canvas. With a devious smile and with the majority of the crowd behind him, Jason then gives Kayla a brief moment of space. As she gets back on her feet and clutches at her bloody nose, Jason rushes forward, looking to leap onto her chest and send her back to the mat with a modified version of his Blood Dragon mushroom stomp. Instead, the champion manages to catch him in mid-air and then drops backwards. Jason’s midsection lands across the top rope, which then springs him head over heels to the ringside floor, finally giving Kayla a much needed chance to formulate a plan.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Before the referee can count any higher, the champion rushes past him and dives between the ropes with her arms extended, turning the dive out of the ring into a modified roaring elbow as Jason is getting back to his feet. Kayla then pulls Jason back up by his hair, gouging his eyes when getting him to a standing position. The crowd boos that kind of move from the champion in a Noble Rules Match, but Kayla shows how much she appreciates their opinion by spitting at the ringside crowd.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

As the referee resumes his long count, Kayla maintains her advantage with a series of forearms shots to Jason’s left ear, before hooking him for a suplex that drops his lower back against the metal steps at ringside.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

With her opponent slouched against the ring steps, Kayla gets a running start before landing a painful low dropkick that she would normally execute against the turnbuckles. Seemingly enjoy the groan of pain the move elicits from her opponent, Kayla backs up to hit it a second time, but just as she draws near, Jason counters with sudden drop toe hold that plants the champion face first against the steel steps.

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

ELEVEN!

Jason gets back to his feet and slings Kayla back into the ring by her hair, then noticing that the blood from her nose has gotten on his hands, he wipes red smears across his own chest before climbing onto the ring apron. Then, looking to make an impactful return to the ring, Jason springboards off the top rope before catching Kayla by the head on his way back down, dropping her with a devastating cutter. Not wasting a moment, he then helps Kayla back up, only to reveal that he’s perfectly positioned himself to hit a ripcord discus lariat!

ALARA ADAMS: Kingmaker! Kingmaker! This could be it!

ONE!

TWO!

TH - KICKOUT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Close, but not close enough! Still, if he hits a couple of more moves like that, he may finally have some more gold to add to his collection!

Not deterred by the champion’s ability to kick out, Jason takes a few steps back and measures Kayla carefully. The fans seem to realize what he’s preparing to unleash as those who were not already standing rise to their feet. As Kayla reaches all fours, Jason rushes forward to hit his Vanity Killer punt kick, but at the very last second, the champion dodges and swings her arm, knocking the challenger’s feet out from underneath him and sending him to the mat on the back of his head! The King’s fans’ hopes are momentarily deflated as Kayla shakes off the effects of Jason’s offense and gets back on her feet. She then grabs Jason’s arm, gives it a simple twist, and suddenly explodes with The Dreamkiller! The challenger crumples to the canvas like a man unconscious, and the champion immediately dives on top of him for the cover!

ALARA ADAMS: Dreamkiller out of nowhere! That has to be it!

KAYDEN ELLIS: No! I don’t think it is!

The referee dives to the mat, but instead of making a count, he taps Kayla on the shoulder and draws her attention to one of Jason’s feet, which has landed over the bottom rope! Furious and momentarily giving into her anger, the champion leaps to her feet and can clearly be heard shouting “Bullshit!” as she shoves the referee with both hands. Not about to take that kind of abuse in a Noble Rules Match, the referee gives Kayla a stern warning, to which she responds by shoving him a second time. The referee then makes his way to the ropes, yelling something down to Clara Olson at ringside.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that Kayla Richards has been penalized one rope break for putting her hands on an official, leaving her with one, remaining opportunity!

The look of shock on Kayla’s face is obvious as she stares at the referee with her mouth hanging open, but before her protests can continue, she is rolled up into a school boy pin from behind by Jason Long. The surprise move catches the champion off guard, but the official immediately dives into position!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE - NO! KICKOUT AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT!

The champion has managed to kick out, but Jason is still unsteady from the hard knee to his jaw, giving Kayla the opportunity to leap on top of him and begin hitting him with closed fist punches. Once again, the referee is forced to intervene, this time warning Kayla for her use of the closed fists. As if to spite the official for getting in her face one too many times, she blatantly punches Jason Long in the nose before giving the ref a cocky grin. Sure enough, the official follows through with his threat.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, Kayla Richards has now been stripped of her final rope break, and if she breaks the Noble Rules one more time, she will be disqualified and forfeit her championship...to “The King” Jason Long!

Finally trying to calm her emotions Kayla ignores the cheers of Jason’s fans and the official as she reaches down to pull him up by the hair, instead, he suddenly rolls her to the mat with an inside cradle. Despite her feet clearly being on the ropes, the official drops to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! KICKOUT!

This time when the champion kicks out, she learns that Jason has found his second wind, as he blisters her with a sudden series of knife edge chops. Even when the fast paced hands of Jason Long force Kayla against the buckles, he continues to unleash all of his frustration against the champion. He then forces Richards onto the top turnbuckle before giving her a hard superkick to the jaw! It looks as if Kayla is going to fall to ringside, but Jason grabs her head at the last moment and throws her back into the ring with a snapmare. He then boosts himself onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off just as Kayla gets on her feet, catching her with a flying armbar attempt! Kayla spins with the move, using Jason’s own momentum to drive him onto the canvas with a modified powerbomb, but somehow The King keeps the armbar locked on! Having already targeted her arm in the open minutes of the contest, and with no more rope breaks at her disposal, it looks as if Jason is determined to make the champion tap! He pulls at her arm with all of his strength, but in his desperation to cause the champion pain, it puts his own shoulders onto the mat! The referee drops into position….

ONE!

Kayla raises her free arm into the air…

TWO!

Her arm begins to come down…

THREE!

And Kayla Richards taps, but unfortunately for the challenger, it is a fraction of a second after the referee’s hand has hit the mat.

CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the match...and still Noble Champion...KAYLA RICHARDS!

Jason Long immediately jumps to his feet and gets into the referee’s face, allowing Kayla the opportunity to slide under the bottom rope and grab her championship. Holding her potentially dislocated shoulder, she begins to back up the ramp as The King continues to argue his case!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She did it! Against the odds, Kayla Richards has defended her championship!

ALARA ADAMS: Has she though? She clearly tapped out, Kayden!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That may be true, but the referee seems to be insisting that he made his count before she tapped, and Jason Long isn’t gonna take it lying down!

Back inside of the ring, the frustrated challenger has clearly argued long enough, as he grabs the referee’s arm and hooks it with his own...

ALARA ADAMS: Kingslayer! Kingslayer on the referee from Jason Long, and his supporters are eating it up!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t know what DeMarco’s thoughts are on fines for attacking officials, but we may find out after tonight! We’ve got to cut away from this, but we’ll be right back for more Wired Consequences!








The cameras cut backstage where we see a close up on the LEGACY logo on their dressing room door. It zooms out to reveal Alice Knight holding a large jar of mustard. She struggles holding it. Finally she puts it down, takes a deep breath and knocks on Legacy's door.

ALICE KNIGHT: Hey, James. Shawn. It's Alice. Alice Knight. Just wanted to wish you guys luck in your Project Honor Tag Team title match tonight. I even brought you guys some of my spicy homemade Owl is Night mustard for a good luck gift…

Alice knocks again.

ALICE KNIGHT: Maybe you guys are currently busy preparing strategies for your match with that Drip team tonight. Or maybe you guys are doing stretches... naked. No homo. Just two dudes working on their pecks... naked. So hot... A girl can dream, right? Anyway... I'll leave the mustard outside the door... we'll chat later.

Alice puts her ear next to the door trying to listen to what is going on the other side. Biting her lip she begins humming the Lionel Richie's "Hello" song. Now she starts quietly singing.

ALICE KNIGHT:"... Hello... is it me you're looking for? I can see it in our eyes... I can see it in your smile. You know just what to say... and you know what to do... and I want to tell you so much... I LOVE YOU!"

The door suddenly opens as Shawn Warstein opens the door startling Alice. Alice begins laughing awkwardly.

ALICE KNIGHT: SHAWN!!!

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Alice? What's up?

ALICE KNIGHT: Nothing... just knocked. Wanted to wish the Legacy luck tonight... as if you guys need it. Haha.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Yeah, we got this. And I was listening to my music and James is in the washroom.

ALICE KNIGHT: Washroom? Making tinkles or... stinkies?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: What?

ALICE KNIGHT: Nothing... anyway. Here is some mustard as a good luck gift. Um, I got to run anyway... I, um, we'll talk later. See ya...

Alice backs up tripping over the mustard falling on her butt, tipping the mustard over, cracking the jar as yellow steam comes from it. Shawn helps Alice up. Alice nods at him.

ALICE KNIGHT: Thanks, Shawn... um, good luck! Also don't breath in the mustard fumes with your nose... or mouth... bye? And watch your eyes too... could sting a bit... BYE!

Alice runs down the hallway as Shawn looks on confused, covering his mouth with his t-shirt, going back into the locker room. The camera focuses on the cracked mustard leaking out from the jar as it cuts back to ringside.






CLARA OLSON: The following match is for the Project: Honor World Tag Team Championship...and with forty-eight percent of the fan vote, it will be contested in a barbed wire tables match!!!

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

DRIP

The second the lyrics of the song start, both Sauce and Petey put the mics up to their mouths and rap along to the lyrics while TJ adlibs and hips up the crowd.

I’m sorry for drippin’, but drip is what I do.
And one of these days i’m gonna get dressed then drip all over you.
I’m that fly young hitta.
Lil baby can’t you see?
Your style is old my fashion colt tell me who drip like me? Oh!

Yung Sauce lowers his mic while Petey keeps his up to his mouth. They both slowly start to walk down the ramp, high-fiving the fans on their way down. Lil Petey raps the entire next verse with Sauce hyping him up. TJ dances up the ramp and almost falls off the ramp into the crowd before Sauce grabs his arm and pulls him back.

Lil baby I don't chase I erase and replace.
Man that bitch ain't loyal cause I just dripped on her face.
Shopping at the finish line but you still ain't last place,
I'm a star and I smile bitch I need my space.
Petey with two E's cause I'm twice as erect.
Are you damn seeing fit
Then I'm wearing it twice.
And when the summer hit my fit's gonna be cold as ice.
Off white so nice but it ain't your price.
Imma hot hitta in the coldest fit,
When you see me walking in you're gonna notice it.
How you niggas hatin on me but you steal my drip and steal my pics?
I'm tryna tell these hittas they ain't fucking with me.

While Petey was rapping the last line, Sauce and him stepped onto opposite sides of the ring apron. They have their backs turned to the ropes, facing the audience. Sauce puts the mic up to his mouth. TJ throws t-shirts and hats into the crowd as they cheer.

I'm sorry for drippin' but drip is what I do.
And one of these days I'm gonna get dressed then drip all over you.
I'm that fly young hitta?
Lil baby can't you see?
Your style is old my fashion cold tell me who drip like me? Oh!

Petey and Sauce step into the ring. Sauce keeps the mic up to his mouth while Petey is bouncing up and down with his hands in the air. TJ exits the ring and climbs up onto the barricade, leaping into the crowd and crowd-surfing after they barely manage to catch him.

I'm the flyest in the room but you already knew that.
You're lying with those fake ass clothes, so where the truth at?
You say you big drip with the fit but it don't match.
I kill him with the drip (Finishem!) mortal kombat.
Big old sauce, I be drippin' when I'm dressing.
You're trying with them weak ass fits, you need a lesson.
I got too much sauce, hitta thinking that I'll be chiefing.
But I study dripology hitta class is in session.
Don't sleep when I'm drippin' high fashion.
I dripped on a scene.
But I spilled by the gallon.
And they're telling me I'm fly,
So I think that I'm blasting off,
In a spaceship through the stratosphere.

While Sauce was rapping the last line, both him and Petey got onto the top turnbuckle and held the mics in the air, wanting the crowd to do the last verse with them. The second the verse started, not all, but a majority of the audience joined in. TJ reenters the ring and keeps ad-libing.

I'm sorry for drippin' but drip is what I do.
And one of these days I'm gonna get dressed then drip all over you.
I'm that fly young hitta.
Lil baby can't you see?
Your style is old my fashion cold tell me who drip like me? Oh!

Sauce and Petey drop the mics and the audience goes wild! Feeding into the energy from the crowd, they stand in a corner waiting for their opponents to try and top that entrance.

CLARA OLSON: Currently in the ring, the challengers. BIG DRIP PRODUCTIONS

ALARA ADAMS: A barbed wire tables match?...oh god. Petey or Sauce are gonna get murdered.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t think either of these guys know what kind of match this is, they don’t seem to pay attention to anything except their soundcloud numbers, twitter engagement or whoever they match with on Grindr...

ALARA ADAMS: You mean Tinder right?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah, why?. What did I say?

Blockbuster Night Part 1 byt Run the Jewels hits as the tag team champions make their way out to a chorus of boos. Warstein looks at Raven and just shakes his head as they make their way down to the ring, looking almost insulted Big Drop showed up to the match. Raven moves around and walks up the steps to the apron as Warstin slides under the bottom rope.

CLARA OLSON: And the champions, Shawn Warstein, James Raven….LEGGGACY

ALARA ADAMS: Is it me or does Warstein look even more agitated than usual?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t know, he hates stupidity and well...it’s Big Drip

ALARA ADAMS: Oh stop it, Lil Petey and Yung Sauce just like to have fun, they’re a damn riot….

DING! DING! DING!!!!

And we’re off, with no warning Warstein charges across the ring and hits a spear on Yung Sauce, he goes down holding his ribs as Warstin gets to his feet. Petey looks down at Sauce and shakes his head before turning to Warstin and shoving him. Warstein steps back and Raven flies in hitting Petey with a dropkick sending him out of the ring to the floor, Raven stays on the attack and grabs the top rope throwing himself up and over landing on Petey with a crossbody, meanwhile Warstein pulls a hut Yung sauce to his feet and hits a belly to belly suplex slamming him down hard. Sauce holds his back and Warstin stands above him before yellin loud enough for the camera microphones to pick up “YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?”. He then kicks Sauce in the ribs as hard as he can, but before he can yell something else at him James Raven is on the apron.

Warstein turns as Raven looks at Sauce and back to Warstein before yelling “Hey, ARE WE DONE YET?”

Warstein shakes his head and Raven enters, they pull Sauce up and hit a stelling vertical suplex on Sauce slamming him down hard. Meanwhile outside the ring Petey is looking around at the tables wrapped in barbed wire, almost confused as to why they’re there. He walks over to the commentary table and asks them both why the tables have barbed wire on them.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What?...cause...Petey it’s a barbed wire tables match...No I’m not kidding.. Yeah you have to put your opponents through one….YES REALLY! NOW GO HELP YOUR PARTNER!

ALARA ADAMS: Oi vey….

Petey goes to move one of the tables, but snags his finger on a wire, it starts to bleed and he shakes his hand, but inside the ring Raven and Warstein are taking turns hitting hard rights on Sauce. Seeing who can hit him hardest. Petey finally looks in the ring and scrambles to get in, he jumps up and dropkicks Raven in the back. This causes James to stumble forward and fall from the ring, Warstein sees his partner stumble, Petey uses the distraction to hit a second dropkick, this time on Warstein. Shawn flies back into the ropes and shakes his head looking at Petey with his eyes squinting. He steps forward looking down at Petey and shaking his head, Petey looks around and then explodes into Warstein with hard rights and lefts and then a headbutt, he seems to have the upper hand and hits the ropes but Warstein simply catches him with a sp;ine buster almost taking Petey through the mat!.

Warstein gets to his feet and looks down at Petey writhing in agony. “We told you...WE WARNED YOU”.

Raven tries to get back in the ring, but Sauce has found some weapons under the ring, including a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire, he swings it and it connects with Ravens back hard. Raven drops down and Sauce slides in the ring swinging the chair at Warstein who ducks under the shot and grabs Sauce pulling him down into a backstabber!.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Big Drop are trying hard but Raven and Warstein are just too damn good

ALARA ADAMS: But it’s not like Big Drip don’t have a chance, they have weapons, they can use that to their advantage…

Petey rolls from the ring and lands on his knees on the floor, he pulls out a bucket and looks in it before excitedly reaching in and pulling out a microphone of all things, wrapped in barbed wire. He stands up and then tries to wrap before realising it isn’t turned on, he taps on the top of it and there is no sound, no thud, nothing. He throws his hands in the air and Warstein reaches through the ropes and grabs him, as if on instinct Petey turns and wallops Warstein in the top of the head with the mic!. Warstein hits the mat hard, Petey jumps up and moves one of the tables right near the ropes before getting Sauce’s attention telling him to bring Warstein to the apron so they can put him through the table and win the match. Sauce grabs Warstein and does as Petey says but before they can do whatever it is they have planned James Raven hammers Sauce with the FYS superkick!. Sauce goes down, Petey grabs Warstin onto the apron and tries to throw him off through the table but Raven grabs his arm, Warstin and Raven then both look at Petey and Warstein hits Petey in the face as hard as he can, this turns Petey around and Warstein hits a snap german suplex right onto the apron.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh god! The apron is the hardest part of the ring and Warstein just dropped Petey on the back of his neck right on it...

ALARA ADAMS: That’s right Kay, the apron is the hardest part of the ring...

KAYDEN ELLIS: I just...I just said...nevermind…

Petey’s body lands hard outside the ring, Raven and Warstein both work together to move around a few tables but Raven pulls out a barbed wire wrapped board sliding it into the ring as well as a barbed wire sphere ala ECW 1999. Warstein grabs Sauce as Raven sets the barbed wire board up in the corner. Warstein picks him up going for a buckle bomb, as he runs forward Sauce grabs Warsteins shoulders and jumps down behind him hitting the ropes and leaping up with a running knee to the face of the Tyrant!. Warstein goes down and Raven goes to cut off Sauce, but the Yung one ducks a clothesline from James and hits an Enziguri popping up and riling up the crowd, he looks down at the barbed wire sphere and goes for a springboard cutter on Raven, Raven catches Sauce though and slams him down beach first onto the barbed wire sphere!.

Petey slides in with a barbed wire baseball bat and hits Raven right in the stomach, he raises it up to his him in the back but Warstein grabs Petey and throws him backwards with another release german this time though Petey flies back into the barbed wire board!. He screams in pain and looks around as he seems stuck in the wire!

ALARA ADAMS: I cannot imagine how much that hurts!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Warsteins head is busted open from the microphone shot, ravens back and stomach is torn up, Sauce probably has a concussion and Petey is torn up now too...

ALARA ADAMS: The fans voted on this

KAYDEN ELLIS: The fans are assholes

Raven and Warstein turn their combined focus to Sauce, as Yung Sauce realises this and holds his back which is now bleeding too after being thrown on the sphere, he jumps up and starts striking at anything that moves, to Raven, to Warstein, to Raven and back to Warstein again fighting both men off before hitting the ropes and hitting Raven with a spear, but as he turns and tries to hit a discus elbow on Warstein, the Tyrant instead hits a short knee to Yung’s head, a straight elbow and then a spinning elbow completing the PPF!. Warstein breathes steady and looks at the carnage around him, Raven holding his ribs and trying to get up, Sauce down looking concussed. But Petey has finally been able to pull himself from the barbed wire, he spins Warstein around and kicks him in the stomach planting Shawn with a DDT!. Petey rolls from the ring again and picks up a table sliding it into the ring, the barbed wire getting caught on the bottom rope, he tries to pry it away and in the end Sauce has to help him.

ALARA ADAMS: This is taking up too much time!

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell guys get it together you have a chance!, this is your shot!

Big Drip get the table in and go to set it up, but Raven spins Sauce around and hits the flight of the raven outta nowhere!. Sauce is down and Petey tries to attack James but Warstein has also recovered and catches Petey with a futureshock DDT!. Petey is out of it, Raven and Warstein kick Petey to the floor and grab Yung Sauce, they look at each other and do a rock, paper, scissors which Raven wins!, so Warstein throws Sauce into the ropes, he lifts him up with a flapjack but this sends him into James Ravens waiting arms with the flight of the raven right through the barbed wire table!
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ALARA ADAMS: OH GOD THAT’S IT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: IT’S OVER, THIS BLOODBATH IS DONE

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winners...AND STILL PROJECT: HONOR WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...LEEEEEGGGAAACCCYYYYY!!!

The ref hands the Tag Team belts to James Raven and Shawn Warstein, who hold them up over the fallen Big Drip.




We are sorry to interrupt your regular programming for this special message. Viewer discretion is advised

As the static noise from the low-quality camera clears up, we can see a pair of legs walking around the scene as the camera is focused on a table front and center. What appears to be a “red liquid” trickling down through the legs of the table is caught in the frame as the camera slowly rises up to reveal a dimly lit room, with damp walls and a moss-ridden ceiling as the bulb hanging from the wire it’s connected to, oscillates back-and-forth into the frame.

We get a glimpse of the man standing menacingly in the room as he is seen taking his gloves off. He places the gloves over the table as he takes a piece of cloth and wipes a butcher knife clean. He steps up to the frame and we finally see the face of the perpetrator.

: Things have a funny way to work out, doesn’t it? I find myself standing face to face with destiny, time and time again and I keep coming back up begging for more. I was BEGGING to be set free for the longest of times. I want to be in a place where I can speak my mind and not looked down upon for the way I look or the people I represent. I want to be myself and not be SABOTAGED at every step of the way. That’s the prejudice I carry to every promotion I step foot in. But not anymore. I have been set free. I can be myself again. I can be… HAVOC.

There is red “paint” splattered onto his face acting as a crimson mask for the Nightmare King.

HAVOC: Project: Honor has provided me with a chance to correct the mistakes made by the competition. They have allowed me to say whatever the FUCK I want to say-- To do whatever I want to do… Project: Honor is my homecoming. The moment Havoc finally spurts into the KING that he was always meant to be. Not the bullshit that we see elsewhere. For those who don’t know me-- I am the Nightmare King. While false prophets walk amongst us, I am the beacon of hope that this world needs. The savior who will lead a REVOLUTION, etching himself into the annals of history. My movement didn’t end with OWA. My movement didn’t end with Wrestleworld. This is only the beginning.

He places the butcher knife over the table as we see slabs of meat scattered around, cut with disregard.

HAVOC: The shackles bound upon me by this society have been broken. I will impart my teachings upon the people of Project: Honor and I will give them a leader worth believing in. A leader that promises a change and ACTS upon it to make it a reality. This new platform-- will work as a conduit for my movement to expand to newer heights. And it’s not like there aren’t any familiar faces here, isn’t it Jason? Or do you want me to head down to Proven Grounds and give Ozymandias a fight of his lifetime? What I do here will certainly be interesting to see. I know that the kind people of Project: Honor will accept as their savior. All they need is an eye-opening lesson. That is why I am here. I will speak to them in a language so universal that everybody in this world can understand. Fear.

Havoc scoffs at the mention of the word. His playful chuckles quickly turn into a soul-piercing gaze as he looks straight into the camera.

HAVOC: And why do I do this? What do I get from taking “innocent” lives, as the people say. Firstly, innocence is a highly subjective terminology. What you may deem as an innocent person may be a fucking monster to my people. They could be eating the food that WE worked hard for. They could be mocking us for being the downtrodden members of society. They could be booing us for our ideals because it doesn’t line up with their own twisted sense of morality. I do not act upon a bias. All I seek is justice. Justice for all the times’ people like me was treated worse than human. Justice for the inequality MANUFACTURED by the corporate suits to keep people like me underneath their thumb. Justice for all the fucking times I was told I was not good enough to be champion. I want to stand up to this prejudice. I want to bring balance to this world. So you can thank me for enlightening you, Project: Honor. You can thank me for saving you from the tyranny of this cruel society. You will all accept me as your messiah. You will accept me as your savior.

His eyes start glowing bright red as the demon passionately looks at the camera.

HAVOC: Project: Honor -- I am not here to fuck around anymore. I welcome a challenge. I welcome change. I will be seeing you VERY soon. Just know, that I am the fucking truth. Accept change or be part of the problem. All you have to do is take my hand… And I promise you! YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE!

A demonic smirk appears over Havoc’s face as the scene breaks into static.

“DEATH”




CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman...this match is scheduled for ONE FALL...and with forty-four percent of the Fan Vote...IS A MONSTER’S BALL MATCH!!!

The fans pop loudly.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first...weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds...from Sanford, Florida...he is THE NIGHTMARE...THE MESSIAH OF FIRE...PYYYYRRROOOO!!!

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

CLARA OLSON: Next...weighing in at one-hundred and forty-one, from Visby, Sweden...SHE IS OBLIVION’S CRUSH...CONTESSA...FLOOOOOORRAAANNNN!!!

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

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

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

Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ (ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ)

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

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

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

CLARA OLSON: Next...weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds...from the open road...HE IS THE BAD MOTHER FUCKER…’FURIOUS” JULIUS...FAAAIIIIIRRRRWEAAAATTHHHERRR!!!

To the left side of the entrance stage, a live band begins to play the opening notes to the blues song “Stackolee” as red, white, and blue pyro erupt from the stage with a resounding explosion. Moments later, “Furious” Julius Fairweather bursts through the curtains, sporting a long vest and top hat decorated like the American flag, not unlike Apollo Creed’s entrance attire in Rocky IV. Instead of being introduced by his personal announcer, Julius carries his own microphone and busts out some lyrics on his way toward the ring.


“This here a song just for today,

Two thousand and twenty one.

My woman put my black ass out in the cold,

I said 'baby why you leavin', she said our love done gone cold!

Well I, waded through water, and I waded through mud,

'Till I come to this place they call the Bucket of Blood!”

Julius prances around on the entrance ramp, jiving to the music provided by his personal blues band. After a few slick dance moves, he raises the mic back up in order to continue his own spin on the song.

“You know that Pyro gave me a dirty look and a dirty glass!

I said, say mother fucker, do you know who I am?

He said, `Hell nah brotha, I don't give a Goddamn!”

Reaching the ringside area, Julius strides up the steps and steps between the ropes before continuing his song.

“I reached down in my pocket and pulled out my shiny .44

Shot that mother fucker twice, he hit the Goddamn floor!

'Bout that time you could've heard the drop of a pin,

That's when that bad mother fucker Drago Santiago walked in!”

Julius dances around the ring and shows off some shadow boxing moves as the blues band continues to play with an extended guitar solo.

“'Bout that time Contessa fucked up and I turned out her lights,

That's when I had ol' Drago Santiago dead in my sights.

When the lights come back on old Drago gone to rest,

I popped nine of my bullets in his mother fuckin' chest!”

Another series of fireworks erupt from the stage as Julius continues to shadowbox, eventually tossing his microphone, top hat, and ring jacket to ringside, revealing red, white, and blue boxing trunks underneath. As the band nears the end of the song, a loud pop of pyro erupts above the ring, releasing a gigantic banner from the ceiling. On the massive poster, we see a shot of Julius holding the Prime Championship from the closing moments of the last Fallout episode. Julius bounces back and forth in his corner with a look of determination on his face as his personalized entrance music finally reaches its conclusion.

ALARA ADAMS: Seems a little full of himself.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Can you blame him?

CLARA OLSON: And finally...weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-one pounds...from Detroit, Michigan...HE IS CURRENTLY THE FALLOUT PRIME CHAMPION...THE PROBLEM CHILD...DRAAAAGGOOO...SAAAANNNTTIIIAAAAGOOOOOO!!!

“"Scary Mask" by Poppy w/Fever333 blares out of the speakers as Drago steps out of the back, the Prime Championship in his right hand. In a burst of energy, he runs down to the ring...dropping the Prime Championship at the bottom of the ramp...and slides in under the bottom rope. He pops up, only to see all his opponents standing before him.

DING! DING! DING!

Without any hesitation from the bell ringing, Julius immediately tackles Drago to the ground as Contessa clothesline Pyro to the outside of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Well that was a quick bit of separation.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well I think they broke off into little groups that need to settle their own differences. Drago and Julius have some heat, while Contessa and Pyro have their own business to finish.

Julius lays into Drago with multiple right hands as the champion tries his best to block the attacks, before shoving Julius off. He rolls away as he tries to get out of the ring, but Julius grabs ahold of his legs and pulls him to the center of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Don’t let Drago get away, Julius. If you want that title...you need to take it now while Pyro and Contessa are busy.

Contessa immediately backs off of Pyro, clearly aware of the madness that Pyro inflicts upon his foes, and immediately crawls underneath the ring for a weapon. Pyro, sensing what she is attempting to do...immediately goes to reach for her. The Nightmare succeeds and grabs her heel...pulling as hard as you can. Almost immediately a plume of smoke explodes out from underneath the ring, knocking Pyro down and back as he gags.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell? Did she just shoot a fireball at him or something? That’s like throwing water on a shark...it’s not going to help much.

Back in the ring Julius has Drago pinned against the turnbuckle twisting his arms in between the ropes, he presses in the heel of his boot up against Drago’s right shoulder socket. Deeper and deeper, Julius presses the sole of his boot into Drago...trying to do to Drago’s shoulder what Drago did to his fingers. After a moment or two, Julius backs up to see his handiwork. With enough time to admire it, Fairweather charges in towards the injured Drago. BUT DRAGO MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND JULIUS COLLIDES WITH THE CORNER TURNBUCKLE. Julius stumbles back and Drago pounces on the opportunity, running to the closest ropes...jumping...AND springboard's off the ropes connecting with a DDT, spiking Julius in the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: AND BOTH THE CHAMP AND JULIUS ARE DOWN!!! This is anyone’s match right now!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, Contessa is eyeing up Pyro...

Back on the outside Contessa has made the mistake of dropping the fire extinguisher and taking ahold of a trash can lid. She patiently waits on Pyro to look at her, lifting the lid above her head in rage...Pyro looks up, just as Contessa brings it down.

CLANG!

Contessa’s eyes widen and she starts to sweat bullets as the dent in the trash can lid doesn’t drop Pyro. Instead it has only pissed off the Fire Nation. Pyro sneers as he grabs ahold of the lid, forcing her back…

ALARA ADAMS: Is that crazy son-of-bitch starting to smile?

We can see Pyro’s sneer transform slowly into a child-like smile. He kicks her in the gut, causing her to release the lid. Pyro grabs the lid, lifts it above his head and with a sickening noise slams the dented lid upon her back, causing Floran to wench back in pain. Pyro drops the lid before cupping Contessa’s face gently as if to admire the pain she’s in…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wha-...what is he…

Before Kayden could finish his sentence, Pyro slams his forehead into her’s with a headbutt, causing her head to split open above her right eye. He then grabs her back and locks her into a headlock before connecting with a VICIOUS snap suplex, her back landing on the dented lid on the ground.

ALARA ADAMS: Contessa looks like she is in pain. It’s odd to see her like this.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah, she usually can withstand a lot of torture and whatever is thrown at her, but Pyro seems like a deranged man right now.

Contessa rolls away as Pyro get to his feet and slides into the ring. Draco, too busy himself, connects with a dropkick to Julius chest, causing the motherfucker to slam into the corner. Drago turns and JUST ducks as Pyro misses with the clothesline, hitting his back to ropes for added momentum. Pyro comes flying back and...BAM..,HE SENDS DRAGO FLYING TO THE MAT WITH A DROPKICK!!! Julius sees his window, lunging forward and immediately stomps on Drago’s right arm, the glint in his eyes only intensifying as he proceeds to lift Drago to his feet. But Drago reverses in a fast judo throw, taking down Julius. He pops up, looking to face and expect an attack from Pyro…

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!

Drago manages to see Pyro just as he finishes the rotation of his five-fourty kick, square into the side of Drago’s head, sending the Prime Champion down to the mat cold.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is your chance Pyro. Take it...TAKE IT!!!

Pyro chuckles to himself as he rolls out of the ring, taking to digging underneath as he yelps with excitement. Pyro’s eyes light up and he comes out from underneath the ring...with what looks to be an oil keg.

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus H. Christ...what the hell is he doing with that? Why is it here? Why was it there? WHO THE FUCK LEFT THAT THERE FOR HIM TO FIND???

Pyro slides in the oil keg, his smile never waning as both Drago and Julius are coming too as a fine clear brown liquid is splashed upon them from head to toe. Contessa is seen on the outside nursing a headache, but staying out of sight as Pyro’s smile continues to grow. Fairweather and Santiago are beginning to realize what is happening and both try to hurry to their feet...while Pyro merely increases the frequency he tosess the oily liquid upon them and around….

KAYDEN ELLIS: Can someone come out and stop this, please? I don’t think I want to be cooked alive tonight.

The ring itself is seemingly doused in patches of the same liquid as Pyro laughs. CONTESSA WITH A LOW BLOW OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Pyro grits his teeth in pain, but turns...AND BEGINS TO STRANGLE CONTESSA!!! PYRO IS LAUGHING AS HE STARES INTO CONTESSA’S SLOWLY FADING EYES!!!

ALARA ADAMS: It’s official. I think Pyro has gone full wackadoo.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait...with Pyro occupied, Drago and Julius are both to their feet...

They begin to approach the chaos...but suddenly stop cold in their tracks, as instead of fighting off Pyro with both hands, Contessa, with one hand reveals a rather thick looking match, that she brings to Pyro’s face. Everyone watches as Contessa uses her last bit of strength, striking his face just right with the match, creating a flame large enough for her to toss towards the ring mat itself. Julius rolls out of the ring first, but Drago wasn’t so lucky as the flame touches the mat.

ALARA ADAMS: HO-LY-SHIT!!!

The flames erupt across the entire ring, engulfing the remaining wrestlers in fire as Pyro releases his grip, drawn to its chaotic nature as he realizes that he is on fire himself.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WE NEED SOME EMERGENCY PERSONNEL OUT HERE, PRONTO!!!

Drago stillls himself as he fights the urge to leave the ring, Julius doesn’t seem inclined to leave the area, but is hesitant on stepping into the ring either. Contessa merely laughs as she crawls backwards into a corner, feeling her act justified as Pyro turns into a kick to the gut from Drago…

ALARA ADAMS: WHITE WEDDING BY DRAGO...NO!!! PYRO REVERSED IT!!!

Pyro manages to reverse it around, grabbing Drago and hitting a spike DDT on him into nearby flames. Meanwhile the ref is on the outside, trying to justify getting in.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Contessa looks a little out of it...while Julius is still trying to debate between getting into the fight, or not getting burned.

Pyro see his moment for the Pyro Massacre. He turns and runs towards the ropes...rebounds off of them...but stumbles up as he turns around into a plume of smoke from Contessa holding the fire extinguisher, which inadvertently clears a path for the ref. Pyro stumbles back…

ALARA ADAMS: PYRO JUST FELL BACKWARDS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND LANDED ONTO JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Drago takes the moment to grab ahold of Contessa, flipping and setting her up…

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHITE WEDDING AND CONTESSA IS OUT!!! DRAGO COVERS HER...HIS PANTS STILL ON FIRE!!!

The ref slides in from the outside, trying to gingerly avoid the flames as he counts!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…

The ref quickly grabs the dropped fire extinguisher and puts out the fire on Drago’s pants.

CLARA OLSON: ...AND STILL FALLOUT PRIME CHAMPION...DRAAAAGOOOO...SAAAANNNNTTIIIIAAAGGGOOOOO!!!

The ref drops the extinguisher, happy that the fire is it. He is handed the title by a ring worker, then turns and hands it to Drago himself.




We are taken backstage just in time to see Proving Ground’s X-Factor Champion, Indy Darling, exiting the arena. However, the picture being transmitted does not seem to be of the same high-quality standards that we are used to from Project: Honor productions. Instead, it almost seems to be footage from a handheld camera and Indy Darling is oblivious to its presence.

Having watched the entirety of Fairweather’s match as promised, the young champion seems intent on catching whatever transportation that’s taking him out of Athens so he can get back to his own affairs. He makes his way through the parking garage without a care in the world, when several of the overhead lights are extinguished without rhyme or reason. At first, it seems as if the dim lighting does little to deter him, most likely because he’s wearing sunglasses at night. Then, for reasons the camera does not immediately show us, he stops in his tracks as the smile fades from his face.

MAN #1: You look lost, little lamb. This is Fallout, not Proving Ground. Your ego-driven kind aren’t welcome here.

The camera pans back to reveal a lone man in a glowing green Purge mask standing in Indy’s path, an aluminum baseball bat gripped in his right hand.

INDY DARLING: Come on, dude. I was just here to support a friend. I’ve got no beef in this stupid Proving Ground and Fallout rivalry. Go back inside and enjoy the main event. Hell, I’d join you if I didn’t have places to be.

MAN #2: Coming here was your first mistake. Thinking you’re able to leave without getting what’s coming to you is your second.

The camera pulls back further, revealing three more men in glowing green Purge masks and holding their own weapons as they emerge behind the X-Factor Champion. Indy turns to see them for the first time, and then slowly pivots in a circle when he realizes that he’s been surrounded.

INDY DARLING: Did DeMarco put you guys up to this because of the Caliban shirt? I thought he’d take it as a compliment. Seriously though, I’ve avoided this brand rivalry as much as Christian avoids his therapist. So let’s call it a night before this goes too far.

MAN #3: Now you want to mock a visionary like Fallout’s General Manager? That will be your final mistake...

All four men rush forward, making Indy choose which direction to defend himself. Almost on instinct, he fires off a superkick at the man holding the bat, but no sooner does he drop him than another of his attackers splinters a two-by-four over his back. The blow sends Indy down to all fours, but even then they do not give him a moment to defend himself. Two of the men rain down punishment on him with a steel chain and a lead pipe, while the third tosses his broken board aside to pick up his fallen partner’s baseball bat. As Indy does his best to cover up while being beaten down mercilessly, the camera slowly pulls away from the scene, leaving us to imagine what he’s enduring from the violent chorus of sickening noise alone. The last thing we see before the camera cuts out completely, are Indy’s cherished sunglasses, the final thing given to him by his deceased father. They lay discarded on the unforgiving cement, frames bent and lenses cracked, but perhaps the most disturbing thing about them is the blood that splatters across the glass before the scene cuts to black.





Seated on an equipment chest, his feet firmly planted on the ground, Dickie leans over his knees. In his hand, he has his phone. He seems prepared, ready to go out there and face the music. Calm, like he always is. He is alone, which probably isn’t his best decision, but nevertheless, it sets the tone. Dickie Watson doesn’t need support from anyone, especially on a match of this caliber. He never has, and it must have been freeing for him to know that.

He’s aware of the camera -- obviously, how could he not be? He presses his phone screen once, and the sound plays loud enough for the camera to pick up.

ELENA DEDRACA (from phone): Those that I loved the most always suffered the worst.

He inhales through his nose, and looks up at the camera.

DICKIE WATSON: December 2018. The month you faced your ex-husband, a closure to your tumultuous relationship with Riddle. You even went by Mrs. Riddle, elated that you finally snared him into your net. The month you set your ex-husband on fire because he divorced you and went whoring about. It’s funny, you know? How true that statement is. ‘Those that I loved the most always suffered the worst’.

He exhales slowly, showing a calm determination that isn’t always clear from him.

DICKIE WATSON: You clearly don’t understand how true that statement is. Everyone that loves you is burned by you in the end. Some of us are just willing to suffer that treatment, some of us are just willing to let you pass by, your head raised higher than most. Perhaps we are the ones that enabled you to not own anything. But in the end, it’s allowed us to get to this point. This moment.

He presses a couple of buttons on his phone, once more. It echoed in the hallway.

ELENA DEDRACA (from phone): I get it, you think I put myself above everyone else. I present myself as something better than the rest of the roster.

DICKIE WATSON: Drago Santiago.

He pressed the phone again.

ELENA DEDRACA (from phone): Think a little harder and longer. There will always be those that think they deserve a better standing in a company. Those that will constantly whine, even when things go great. I am not one of those. Okay, sure I am the LEGACY champion- but even before that. I do criticise people or in that matter management, but I always pay my dues. When I am set up for something, I will bring it. And that, combined with talent and hunger, makes me a worthy champion.

DICKIE WATSON: Your celebratory speech.

Another click on the phone.

ELENA DEDRACA (from phone): Not every will understand this because if we are honest, some people in this industry are way too spoiled. They’re in the right place at the right time.

DICKIE WATSON: 2018 again. Similarity so profound.

Once more.

ELENA DEDRACA (from phone): I am the fucking Fist of Hydra. The one that will rip your body apart with a smile on my face. The one that will paint the ring red with your blood. Do you understand what gives me the right to ask? Does it get into your head who you're messing with? Probably not. Because that would mean you gave any thought to this upcoming battle.

DICKIE WATSON: Drago, again. When he wasn’t prepared for you, but still put your fingers in his mouth. Oh, there’s more…

ELENA DEDRACA (from phone): Well, mostly it will be dance where I lead and you try to not fall on your face.

DICKIE WATSON: You talk a lot of shit, Elena. Can you back it up? Yep, but so can I. I’ve proven it ten times over, and tonight will be just another brick in the wall. You want to hear a tirade about how the whole world treated me unfairly? You must have missed the part where I owned up to that, you know...on the show where you won that title. My favorite part is where you said that I had it so much easier than you did. How would you know, Elena? How would you fucking know what I went through, how I got here, what I’ve done when the only thing you focus on is yourself? You even said it against Cyrus, way back when, that you’re a selfish individual when you want someone’s head on a spike.

He shakes his head.

DICKIE WATSON: Tonight is nothing different, Elena. It’s another night where you get to come out with your championship on your shoulder, and tell me where I went wrong like I don’t know it. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. I know my faults, I know my fuck ups and I ackowledge them with every moment I’m in this ring. I, also, turned around and realized my place in this company. But you would notice if you paid attention. You don’t. That’s your biggest downfall. You look around in the company and you only care for yourself, whereas I look at everything. Did you take a gander at anyone else’s promotionals? Oh wait. You did. Because you said the same goddamn thing Mark Hunter did, put your decorative twist on it, and moved yourself into stardom. Look at the support you get. And you want to tell me that you didn’t work with supports.

He lifts his hand, closing his eyes and scratching behind his ear for a second.

DICKIE WATSON: This whole world is based on perceptions and inferences. People read between the lines, Elena, and they see the same thing that everyone else does. This woman who thinks she’s better than everyone because she finally made it. You may not think you’re insecure, but goddamn, Elena, if I haven’t seen it before. You said it. Fifteen years -- sorry, the number changes so often I can’t remember. You have corrected my problems....when? Tossed a bit of money my way and made it matter? Think that’s going to work here? You get the bleed people when DeMarco hands you your championship in the end?

A snort, derisive and calloused. But not defeated. Never defeated.

DICKIE WATSON: I know that when I go home tonight, win or lose, I have family that loves me that isn’t afraid of me superseding them. That pays attention. You can give me as many lessons as you want, Elena, since that’s what you’ve done since the days of IWF. The Dickie Watson that you’re getting tonight has given it my all and I’m satisfied. I have been the standard. You’ve just been there at the right time with the right elements to give you your wins. People haven’t shown up, facing you. They’ve given you crap, and they haven’t done their best. I am doing my best -- one pin on me means nothing in the long run. If I don’t walk out of here as Legacy Champion, I will rest assured knowing one thing: you may have done your job, but you have lost your brother. Your Legacy will have failed in me.

One more shake of his head, and he steps upwards, brushing off his pants.

DICKIE WATSON: But let’s not go there. Let’s point in the fact that I have stood for this company for the past nine months. I have been the face, I have been what’s mattered. I put its interests before my own, and I would be elated to perform on both brands. Because that’s what the company needs. Take that as a lesson of your own, Elena. Learn to be a part of the company, rather than stand alone. Although...that’s where you might be, in the end. See you soon, Champ.






The cameras fade back into the OACA Olympic Indoor Hall. Every fan in attendance is currently on their feet. The ring is surrounded by a glass cage - a normal cage, but instead of chain link, it’s pure glass. Inside of the cage and all around the ring, light tubes are placed along the ropes. There is a break in each corner where the turnbuckles are. Clara Olson is standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is set for ONE FALL!

CROWD: ONE FALL!

CLARA OLSON: ...and is your main event of the evening, with thirty-six percent of the fan vote...it is a Glass House Match for the PROJECT: HONOR LEGACCCCYYYYYYYY CHAAAAAAMPIONNNNNNSHIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!!!

The crowd here in Athens are LOUD for the main event here tonight!

CLARA OLSON: In order for this match to end, the competitors in the ring can only win via pinfall or submission, or both feet hitting the floor on the outside via escaping the Glass House! Introducing first, the challenger…


♫ WHOA-OH-OH-OH. ♫

The aggressive guitar riff opening of “FØØL” by GHØSTKID takes its place as the lights in the arena shut off entirely. The edges of the entryway flash the lime green color that Dickie has used frequently in the past, and his trashed script of his name appears up on the entryway screen, along with images of highlighted moments from his tenure in Project: Honor. The lights flicker and strobe on the stage as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. As the music pauses for a second, a symbol crash signaling for it, Dickie Watson’s silhouette appears at the entryway with the strobing light behind him, dropping out entirely as the pause lingers for just over a second.

As the reckless guitar plays again, combined with the rest of the aggressive instruments of the band, the lights on the stage turn on, casting Dickie in the same green from the floor of the stage upwards, the lights from above strobing over the The Calamity as he surveys the crowd, a smirk upon his lips.

♫ A SITUATION UNPLEASANTLY
YOU’RE STILL THE ONE MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAY
YOU PUSH AND PULL TO FEIGN YOUR TRUST IN ME
TIL MY DEPENDENCY BECAME YOUR GUN AGAINST ME ♫

Dickie doesn’t take his time heading for the ring. He crosses to one side, doing as he always has done and high-fiving a few select fans with a smile on his face, then doing the same to the opposite side, using both hands to do so. He shares a few, select words with them, pausing as one heckler decides to put down the Molotov. He purses his lips, pointing at him, and then turns his finger around and flips off the heckler themselves with a wide smile.

CLARA OLSON: Wrestling out of London, England and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds… he is The Molotov… THE CALAMITY… THIS IS DIIIIIKIEEEEEEEEEEE WAAAAASSSTSOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!

♫ STUCK IN YOUR CAGE LIKE AN ANIMAL
YOUR GREATEST PLEASURE MEANS I’M LOST IN HELL
YOU WANNA KEEP ME LOW
WANNA SEE ME BURN
BUT NOW IS THE TIME WHERE THE TABLES TURN ♫

Dickie moves towards the cage then, grabbing hold of the door and swinging it open. Without hesitation, he moves swiftly onto grabbing the closest turnbuckle and launching himself over it, landing smoothly in the center of the ring. He grins widely as he looks out on the crowd, almost as if it’s still a humbling experience to be standing in front of so many people week in and week out.

♫ YOU ALWAYS TOOK THE BEST OF ME
BUT I NEVER MEANT TO BE YOUR ENEMY
YOU JUST MADE ME LOOK LIKE FOOL
SO HUSH AND DON’T MAKE A SOUND
YOU’RE THE RABBIT
I’M THE COTTONMOUTH ♫

Dickie dashes to the southeast turnbuckle closest to the cameras and leaps up to the second rope, leaning on the top with his knees. He needs no assistance and doesn’t grasp the ropes. Dickie then points up to the sky and back down to the light tubes surrounding the ring. He then jumps down and gently runs his hands from tube to tube before standing in the ring, waiting for the Champ to come out.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent…


♫
THE GLORY OF A NATION DIES
THE SYMBOL OF THIS WAR IS COMING
A WARNING MEANT TO SAVE OUR LIVES FROM
F.E.A.R.'S RELIGION
♫

There are some cheers when the curtain is flung back and a dour, yet supremely confident Elena DeDraca makes her way onto the stage. Her Legacy Championship hanging gracefully over her left shoulder, while her fingertips softly ran over it. She took a moment on top of the stage before lifting it high over her head.

As the fog begins to clear and the lights pulsate in tune to the music, Elena looks to her left, and then to her right as she absorbs the general atmosphere she is receiving. The pale queen nods and she appears to smile while she makes her way down the ramp.

CLARA OLSON: Wrestling out of Garrison, New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds… she is the CURRENT, REIGNING and DEFENDING PROJECT: HONOR LEGACCCCYYYYYY CHAMPIONNNNNN… SHE IS THE BRITISH RAVEN… THIS IS ELENA DEEEEEDRAAAAACAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Several hands reach out for Elena's acknowledgment as she heads toward the ring, however she coldly ignores each and every one of them. Once at ringside, moves the door open and climbs up and over the turnbuckle into the ring and there are some boo’s as she throws her hand up, pointing directly at the crowd. She makes her way to the middle of the ring to show off her title once more before handing over to the official. As her theme music slowly fades out, Lady DeDraca throws up her taunt once more and then she confidently stares daggers into Dickie.

Clara exits through the door and the ref shuts it behind her, then signals for the start of the match.

DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: HERE WE, HERE WE, HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: IT IS MAIN EVENT TIME! THE MOST TALKED ABOUT MAIN EVENT THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AND IT STARTS… RIGHT NOW!

There’s tension inside of the Glass House right now, this is something that would be right up DeDraca’s alley but this is something that Dickie hates with a burning passion right now. If there’s one thing he truly hated was being in any sort of cage match or just inside of a structure that holds him inside of the ring. It was a hate of being tied down, he knew that he spends most of his time outside than inside the ring--but that’s not coming into favour tonight with this match. The second the bell rings, Dickie charges directly at Elena with a flurry of punches that knock her back into the corner, The Molotov is giving his “sister” hell for all of the years that she’s missed, that she’s disappeared from his life for, there’s anger in every wild swing that Dickie goes for but Elena throws a flurry of her own, creating a crazy fury duel in the middle of the ring. Dickie is able to back Elena up to the light tubes on the ropes, but she’s able to hold herself from colliding with them. Instead, Dickie goes to throw a right hook, but Elena blocks it and connects an uppercut, followed by a kick to the midsection. She turns around from the ropes, and connects a DDT onto Dickie, pulling him back into the middle of the ring and setting up for the early Flight of The Raven finish but Watson counters with the Pop Up and then the Dropkick!

ALARA ADAMS: What a great start here from both of these two, they’re really showing how much this match means to both of them right here, they’re bringing everything they’ve got right now and they’re bringing everything into this that’ll change the way that both of these two will know one another’s movesets.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Believe me, both of them have been knowing one another for years right now so they’re going to have to pull out some moves that they’ve never hit before to get the upper hand at all here tonight.

The Molotov is on fire right now, he’s not giving into DeDraca’s games so soon into this match, his frustrations are at an all time high right now and he knew that DeDraca was in full control over those emotions. Watson began to stomp out Elena as she slowly began to bring herself back up to her feet, Dickie is hovering over her and watching with close intent of harming either one of the two -- himself or her! Watson doesn’t wait around any longer for Elena as he pulls DeDraca back up to her feet and RIGHT INTO A SAITO SUPLEX! For someone the body size of Dickie to pull off an incredible feat of strength like such was powerful to say the least, but with the weight difference between the two- it was just the right amount to show Elena a new side of Watson that we’ve might not have seen before in Project: Honor, which some of the crowd are looking on in a state of shock and confusion with this new flame lit inside of Dickie Watson right now.

ALARA ADAMS: The crowd aren’t so sure to support or to hate Dickie right now, they’re conflicted with this new side to Dickie Watson that’s just going absolutely insane against Elena here tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: We’ve had a feeling something like this would happen since the match was made where Dickie has gone down a darker path than usual -- it didn’t make things any better that Dickie lost his Grand Championship since the match was announced.

ALARA ADAMS: Dickie doesn’t feel the same without a championship around his waist and he’s been a very different person since losing the Grand Championship against Mark Hunter.

Elena looks up at Dickie, shaking her head and saying “...this isn’t you, Dimitiri…” but the handful of hair that Dickie holds in his hand from the Legacy Champion as he brought her closer and closer to her face and staring right into her eyes. DeDraca didn’t know what to make of what she was seeing with her own two eyes, the “little brother” she saw in Dickie was wiped clean. A fresh new slate was made for a night like this as they both were staring into the souls of one another- Elena could just tell that his heart was black, there was no denying it anymore, his anger was too powerful due to the amount of fuel added to the fire and the flames surrounding it. The British Raven slips out of Dickie’s grip of her hair and fires off a series of Roundhouse Kicks to the chest of the former Grand Champion himself as he takes every single kick that she gives him, grabbing onto him and hooking both arms before sending him over head with a Double Underhook Suplex!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The Legacy Champion is using that anger in Dickie to turn things around real quick here and I don’t even think Dickie is aware of what she’s trying to do here- trying to prove a point that even with the change of attitude, he can't beat her at her games.

DeDraca has picked up some steam early on in this match but Dickie is just laughing it off, finding his way to his feet and just staring down the Legacy Champion with a cocky smile on his face as he then pounces and fires off kicks of his own across the chest of Elena. They’re stronger, tougher, more harder than what Elena was doing just moments ago. She was holding back against her brother, Dickie isn’t holding back at all- if anything, he’s going harder than before. Dickie grabs the arm of Elena and looks to send her into the ropes with the Irish Whip but she’s able to stand her ground, making sure she’s not sent into the light tubes wrapping around the ring but she goes for one of her own, almost making Dickie go into the light tubes as he stops himself from going any further but Elena dropkicks him in the back- Dickie lits his leg up and uses his foot to keep himself from going face first into those light tubes almost inches away from Dickie. Elena grabs a hold of Dickie but he slides out of the grasp and goes behind Elena, looking for Millenial Fallout but Elena lands on her feet, grabbing Dickie in a headlock and dragging him up onto his feet and dropping him down onto the back of his head with the Falling Inverted DDT! She’s going for the early cover on Dickie…

ONE-

KICK OUT BY DICKIE!

ALARA ADAMS: DeDraca is being cocky and trying to piss off Dickie with that quick pinfall attempt, and the look on Dickie’s face can read that he didn’t like that pin attempt so soon into the match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But you know how quickly can Dickie change the course of this match whenever he wants to but it’s all about when and how, because in a ring like this, there’s a whole load of ways that Dickie can change things around.

Elena once again is pulling up and hoisting up Dickie up into the air as he goes over her head and pushes her over to the ropes, but Elena holds herself from going into the light tubes and finds herself in the corner as Dickie seems to try for the Shoulder Tackle into her abdomen but Elena leaps over and sits on the back of Watson and drops him down onto his spine with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Dickie rolls back onto his feet and holding the back of his head as he stumbles back, over to the opposite side of the ring, as Elena shakes off anything that Dickie has thrown against her before making her way over to her brother-- DICKIE WATSON JUST GRABBED A LIGHT TUBE FROM THE ROPES AND SMASHED IT OVER THE HEAD OF ELENA DEDRACA!!! The shards of light tube glass scatters all over the ring and The British Raven just drops down onto the mat, bleeding profusely from the head after the light tube shot!

ALARA ADAMS: DEAR JESUS CHRIST! Dickie Watson just smashed a light tube over his own sister’s head like that- no hesitation at all, no remorse behind that swing, he just swung and took that on the top of the head! Absolutely no hesitation at all in that swing, what has gotten into Dickie Watson?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Are you kidding me, Alara?! THIS IS THE LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP! THIS IS A GLASS HOUSE! ANYTHING HAPPENS IN A MATCH LIKE THIS! Dickie Watson might have had no hesitation but you’ve got to realise that in a match like this there is nothing more terrifying than a man like Dickie who’s only intent with winning the championship by any means necessary! That might be his older sister, that might be someone who used to take care of Dickie, but that’s in the past- that’s all forgotten and it doesn’t belong in the ring, what belongs in that ring is the fight you bring and how much you’re willing to take!

Everyone in the arena is screaming and on their feet, the sight of blood is making everyone excited for, and Dickie Watson looks down on his sister with a bit of a worried look on his face, but then it slowly becomes a grin- a more shit-eating grin as opposed to a normal grin that’s usually seen on his face during moments like these. DeDraca slowly rolls over onto her stomach and crawls through the small shards of light tube glass as she keeps the distance between her and Dickie Watson at a good distance away but Watson has another light tube in his hands as he slowly makes his way over to Elena, pointing the light tube down and having those evil intentions on his mind. Dickie turns DeDraca over-- FRONT KICK INTO THE LIGHT TUBE JUST SMASHING INTO THE FACE OF DICKIE WATSON! THE LIGHT TUBE RIGHT INTO THE EYES OF THE CALAMITY AND DEDRACA IS WOBBLING UP TO HER FEET… LIGHTS OUT!!! THE JAWBREAKER LANDS AND DICKIE IS STUNNED, HE’S BARELY ABLE TO STAND RIGHT NOW, HE’S FALLING BACK AND ALMOST INTO THE ROPES BUT THE GOTHMOTHER OF WRESTLING HAS OTHER PLANS NOW AS SHE CHARGES IN WITH GSTQ!!! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN AND DICKIE GOES BACK FIRST RIGHT INTO THE LIGHT TUBES!!! THE FRONT DROPKICK GIVES DICKIE HELL TO PAY FOR THE UNPREDICTED LIGHT TUBE SHOT TO THE HEAD!!!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!!! DICKIE WATSON’S BACK MIGHT BE LACERATED WITH SHARDS OF GLASS AS HE WENT FLYING INTO THOSE LIGHT TUBES!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Elena DeDraca knew she had to capitalize and use the environment around her, and that she did with the light tube in Dickie’s hands and then the light tubes along the side of the ring. This might have been the opening that DeDraca needed to continue the advantage and now there’s some opening on the ropes for Dickie to springboard if he feels necessary.

ALARA ADAMS: Of course there’ll be, Kayden! That’s what Dickie needed but it’s unfortunate that he was the one to go into the light tubes this time instead of Elena.

The British Raven lays on the mat and watches her brother wince in pain in the corner as his back is pumping out blood, pouring down his back like a running tap as DeDraca slowly makes her way back to her feet and stands up, her footing is wobbly at first but she’s able to fix herself up as she’s able to walk over to Dickie and grab onto him, pulling him up to his feet and dragging him into the center of the ring. Dickie, however, just drops down to his knees and slumps down onto the floor below. The champion watches but shrugs it off as she moves into the corner and grabs a few bundles of light tubes, placing it right under where Dickie lays there motionless, and that’s when the champion sees the ending… it’s so bittersweet but she wants to end this before she could put some permanent damage onto her brother, the man she raised like her own was just seconds away from being put down like a sick dog -- and right now, Dickie wasn’t the same as before, he wasn’t the Dickie that people loved to watch, he was the sick dog and he’s only waiting for the kill shot to happen. DeDraca charges in and looks for the Flight of the Raven-- OH! THE BUNDLE OF LIGHT TUBES JUST GOT SWUNG RIGHT INTO THE ABDOMEN SECTION OF ELENA DEDRACA! AND NOW IT’S DICKIE PUTTING THE REST OF THE UNBROKEN BUNDLE UNDER ELENA’S HEAD… TAKING A FEW STEPS BACK… A LA FINNLENA! THE CURB STOMP RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE LIGHT TUBES BY DICKIE WATSON AS HE GOES FOR THE COVER HERE, THE REFEREE SLIDING IN FOR THE COUNT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THIS MIGHT BE IT HERE FROM DICKIE! IT MIGHT HAVE HAD ENOUGH FOR HIM TO WIN THIS!

ONE!

TWO!!

KICK OUT BY ELENA!

ALARA ADAMS: ELENA KICKS OUT JUST AFTER TWO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But you’ve got to wonder how much more of these can she actually take and how much more is she willing to take?

Elena just rolls over to the side of the ring as Dickie watches her blood dripping down onto the mat. Drip, drip, drip - her blood hits the mat as it falls from her forehead. The crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT!” after seeing the Curb Stomp down onto the light tubes but even they know that it’s nowhere near the end just yet, this match is just beginning to build up with the usage of the environment around them! Dickie grabs onto the arm of Elena once again, and looks for that Pop Up from the Ground Saito Suplex again, popping her up off of the ground and into his clutches BUT ELENA COUNTERS AND INTO FIST OF HYDRA! THE OCTOPUS HOLD IS NOW LOCKED IN TIGHT AND IT’S THE BEGINNING OF THE END FOR DICKIE, HE CAN’T ESCAPE! THE HOLD IS LOCKED IN TIGHT AND HE CAN’T FIND A WAY TO BREAK THE HOLD! WATSON IS FALLING DOWN TO ONE KNEE, HE’S DOING HIS BEST TO PULL HIMSELF BACK UP BECAUSE KNOWS IF HE GOES FULLY GROUNDED - THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAND THE WIN TO ELENA! DICKIE IS DOING HIS BEST… BUT HE’S DOWN TO BOTH KNEES--AND NOW FLAT ON THE MAT IS DICKIE AS HE’S STRUGGLING THROUGH THE PAIN! HE’S FEELING ALL OF HIS MUSCLES BEING TIGHTENED LIKE A COBRA IS WRAPPING AROUND HIS BODY AND SQUEEZING TIGHTLY!

ALARA ADAMS: This isn’t looking good at all for Dickie right now, he’s doing so little to escape but wasting away so much energy to break free from the hold, and I can see that arm shaking, he’s wanting to tap so badly but Dickie doesn’t want to make this his first tap out loss!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He doesn’t want to take a loss at all, Alara! This championship means everything to him right now, you’ve seen the shift in attitude he’s gone through right now and you know how brutal he’s taken the beating to Elena here tonight, he wants the Legacy Championship so badly and will run through hell for it!

ALARA ADAMS: You might be right but I don’t see him escaping the Octopus Hold any time soon, I see him fading away as we speak, I can see his eyes closing from where we’re seated!

Alara was right, Dickie Watson was slowly and slowly fading away in the clutches of Elena DeDraca and it wasn’t looking good for The Calamity, he’s taken losses in the past here in Project: Honor but to lose via knockout wasn’t going to look so pretty on his resume. The eyes of Watson were closing, and so slowly was his head dropping down as he fights through the pain to keep it up and to keep himself alive in this match right now, but that wincing look on his face can just tell you how much he’s going through right now, he’s been the hold for over a solid two minutes at this rate. BUT DICKIE ROLLS OVER ONTO HIS BACK--HE’S GOT THE LEG HOOKED AND A BRIDGE TO KEEP IT IN AS THE REFEREE MAKES THE COUNT!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH--

ELENA COUNTERS INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN OF HER OWN!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--

DICKIE KICKS OUT IN TIME AND LOOKS FOR ANOTHER A LA FINNLENA BUT THE LEGACY CHAMPION MOVES OUT OF THE WAY, ROLLING HIM UP AND THEN RELEASING, PUMP KNEE STRIKE TO THE HEAD OF THE CHALLENGER! BOTH OF THEM ARE LAID DOWN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: These two are just going to bring the very best out of one another, they’re countering everything they throw at one another, and they’re doing everything there is to make sure they one up each other to sneak the win.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s a risky way of trying to get this win from either person but it comes down to who’ll bring out the hardest, toughest, and most brutal of moves at the very end.

Elena is the first to her feet but Dickie isn’t too far behind right now, a series of punches from Elena knocks the challenger back and almost into the ropes but Dickie fires off a Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick right to the head of the champion, she answers back with a Spinning Back Kick to the stomach and that brings Dickie down to his knees and DeDraca fires off a Rolling Savate Kick to the head of Dickie Watson- bringing him down to the mat and it’s all Elena now, it’s all about the champion right now, the only one standing as she looks around the ring, to the glass walls and she knows she’s got to make an escape if Dickie won’t succumb to her moves. The Gothmother makes her way into the corner, climbing onto the ropes and making her way up to the top, but Dickie is crawling over to the corner and looking to stop Elena before she finds her footing on the glass wall and climbs to the top.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m surprised for Elena to be the one who’ll try to escape the ring but again, she doesn’t want to bring the punishment onto Dickie as she’s done with others, she doesn’t want to bring Dickie through that pain as she continues to climb to the top of the cage.

Dickie is back to his feet and makes the quick dash up to Elena, pulling her down from where she was but keeping her footing on the glass walls between her as Dickie does everything to pull her away from the walls, trying to send her across the ring with as much force as he can but Elena has an iron grip on the steel beams wrapping around the top of the cage walls itself. Dickie brings himself up the cage wall, still behind Elena as he’s doing everything in his power to just make her lose the grip she’s got on the cage structure. Dickie grabs the hand of Elena and HE’S BENDING THE FINGERS BACK! THOSE FINGERS SHOULDN’T BE BENDING IN THE WAY THEY ARE BUT DICKIE DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT RIGHT NOW! The grip is getting looser and looser on the cage as he prepares himself… PUSHING HIMSELF OFF OF THE CAGE WALL AND BRINGING ELENA WITH HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A REVERSE SPANISH FLY! DICKIE CRASHES AND BOUNCES BACK ONTO HIS FEET, GRABBING ONTO ELENA BY THE WAIST AND DEADLIFTING HER UP INTO THE AIR… MILLENNIAL FALLOUT!!! THE BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX DROPPING DEDRACA ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! THE PIN IS MADE!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--

KICK OUT FROM ELENA!

ALARA ADAMS: HOW IN GOD’S GREEN EARTH DID ELENA KICK OUT OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?

KAYDEN ELLIS: The heart of a champion is what made her kick out, she’s not going to relinquish the championship that soon without a god damned fucking fight in her -- and that fight won’t stop until she’s dead!

Dickie is hovering over the champion and grabbing a handful of hair, both of them are covered in a crimson red shade of their own blood and even the ring is sharing the same shade of red that their skin has become, and Dickie has brought Elena back up to her feet just to knock her back down with a HUGE Lariat from The Molotov! Dickie is breathing heavily as he just drops to his knees, surveying the carnage around him as he glances over to Elena not even moving in the middle of the ring, she’s laying there motionless and almost dead from everything thrown against her, she didn’t prepare for what Dickie Watson had going into this match and it showed. Dickie brought himself back to his feet and walked over to Elena DeDraca still laid out on the mat as he grabs her by the wrist and pulls her back up to her feet, keeping the wrist gripped onto tightly as he pulls her in FOR DICKIE’S REVENGE--FLOAT OVER COUNTER FROM DEDRACA AND SHE’S GOT THE ARM WRAPPED UP AND TRAPPED IN PALE HORSE! THE KIMURA LOCK IS IN TIGHT AS DICKIE DOES HIS BEST TO PUSH HER INTO THE ROPES, DOING EVERYTHING THAT IS RIGHT TO BREAK THE HOLD, BUT ELENA ISN’T BUDGING AT ALL, SHE’S PLANTED HER FEET DOWN AND WON’T MOVE AN INCH! DICKIE IS TRAPPED! ELENA WANTS TO LEAP INTO THE BODY SCISSORS BUT DICKIE SLIPS THE ARM FREE! Pushing Elena away as she shakes it off and goes for God Save The Queen--BUT DICKIE CAUGHT HER MID LEAP! DICKIE’S FUCKIN’ REVENGE!!!!! WATSON JUST PLANTED THE LEGACY CHAMPION DOWN ONTO HER HEAD!! THE CROWD JUST EXPLODED AND ARE ON THEIR FEET! DICKIE CRAWLS OVER AND GOES FOR THE COVER! THE COUNT IS BEING MADE!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

...

NO! ELENA KICKED OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!!

ALARA ADAMS: NOTHING WILL STOP THESE TWO! NOTHING WILL STOP THEM FROM EVER LETTING THE OTHER GET THE UPPER HAND!

KAYDEN ELLIS: We knew they’d pull out a fucking clinic of a match for this match but oh my god did we expect it to be something of this magnitude!

Dickie and Elena are both side by side with one another, sprawled out all over the ring with the glass as the fans in Athens are chanting for both of them, they’re split on who to root for, they’re unsure on who’ll win this war against family--

“DICK-IE WAT-SON!”

“BRIT-ISH RA-VEN!”

“DICK-IE WAT-SON!”

“BRIT-ISH RA-VEN!”

“DICK-IE WAT-SON!”

“BRIT-ISH RA-VEN!”

--And they are electric right now with the chants! Elena, by some miracle in this match, is the first to move and Dickie is still sprawled out on the mat as Elena is on all fours, crawling over to Dickie and holding his head in her arms, cradling him like she would with a child - cradling him like she did when he was a child. Elena brought Dickie back up to his feet, keeping him cradled in her arms as she kept a grip onto his wrist, just like how he kept a grip of hers moments ago… and with one swift push and pull back… ELENA HITS DICKIE WITH DICKIE’S REVENGE! NO! FLOAT OVER JUST LIKE ELENA DID! PUMP KNEE STRIKE TO THE JAW AND THEN A PUMP KICK RIGHT TO THE HEAD! Dickie throws the arm forward for a Lariat but Elena ducks the arm, Dickie tries to backtrack and connect a Back Elbow but Elena caught the arm and traps Dickie in a Half Nelson but she’s got him in a Pumphandle as well--PUMPHANDLE HALF NELSON DRIVER INTO SOME BUNDLES OF LIGHT TUBES LEFT OVER FROM EARLIER! ELENA USES HER LEFT LEG TO KEEP DICKIE DOWN FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--

DICKIE WILL NOT STOP KICKING OUT!

ALARA ADAMS: THERE’S A FIRE STILL BURNING INSIDE OF DICKIE WATSON!

KAYDEN ELLIS: IT MIGHT BE THE ONLY THING KEEPING HIM ALIVE RIGHT NOW BUT HE’S LOOKING HORRIBLE WITH ALL OF THE BEATING HE’S TAKEN RIGHT NOW!

HE WILL NOT GIVE UP SO EASILY AND IT’S PISSING ELENA OFF! SHE’S SNAPPED AS SHE DRAGS DICKIE UP TO HIS FEET, BRINGING HIM TO THE CENTER AND HOOKING BOTH ARMS… TIGER DRIVER!! ALL THE WAY FROM 1998!! BUT ELENA SURE AS FUCK AIN’T DONE THERE, JUST STOMPING THE HELL OUT OF DICKIE AND BEATING EVERY THE UNMERCIFUL SHIT OUT OF HIM! The crowd are dead silent as they’ve just seen Elena transform into this monster, into this demon who’s just beating the hell out of her own little brother, but she’s put off of the beating by the loud screams heard throughout the OACA Olympic Indoor Hall -- coming down the ramp is Hannah Watson, trying to stop her husband from the beating that he’s taking right now but she’s intercepted by Aiden Reynolds who holds her back from getting closer to the structure.

AIDEN REYNOLDS: Hannah, stop! This is his match, let him finish this the way it’s supposed to be.

Elena shrugs off the sudden small distraction from Dickie’s wife and grabs onto the arms of Watson, pulling him closer to the middle of the ring and surveying his arms. There’s scars from what might seem like an attempted suicide. They’re faded under his tattoos but they seem to have been fresh, healed but still freshly dug into, Elena notices it and presses her foot down onto Dickie’s right hand. The British Raven grabbed onto a broken piece of a light tube and looked down onto Dickie, a smile from her lips as she crouched down and Dickie found some consciousness again, looking up at his older sister.

ELENA DEDRACA: What have you been doing, Dimitri? Look at that arm of yours. Thinking the tattoos would cover them up and keep them concealed?

She points down to the large scar going up and along his artery.

ELENA DEDRACA: I remember when you used to do this sort of thing when you were sixteen, I had to stop you myself when you did this to yourself and now… you’re doing it again? Dimitri, I am disappointed.

ELENA SWINGS THE BROKEN PIECE OF LIGHT TUBE DOWN ONTO THE FOREARM OF DICKIE, RIGHT WHERE THE SCAR RESTED AND THE BLOOD WAS OOZING OUT OF HIS ARM SUDDENLY, SOME OF IT SPURTING OUT FROM WHERE THE POINTED SHARDS WERE BEING DUG INTO HIS SKIN! ELENA HAS BECOME RUTHLESS, RELENTLESS, AND DOWNRIGHT DISTURBED TO THE POINT OF NO RETURN!

ALARA ADAMS: WHAT IS SHE DOING!? SHE’S DIGGING THAT RIGHT INTO HIS FOREARM! SHE’S TRYING TO KILL HER OWN FAMILY!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Doing what needs to be done in order for her to win, Alara. Doesn’t matter if it’s the downright disgusting thing to do… if this is what makes or breaks this match down to the very end--then they’ll make sure that the scars will be some that people won’t forget.

Elena stands in the corner and watches the blood gushing from the forearms of Dickie Watson, there’s tears building up in the eyes as he looks over to Elena DeDraca just watching him struggle to even move an inch. In his head, he’s reminding himself of the past, of the times he’s been in his situation and thought about how he’s always had someone there with him--but this time it’s different. It’s so much different. A wincing look on his face as he pulls himself up and onto his hands and knees, blood dripping still as he looks down at where he laid, a pool of his own blood being poured down onto the mat below him. Not even filled with glass shards, it’s just a crimson shade of red, just like his skin is right now. A bloodied Dickie Watson turns his head over to Elena, who’s still standing over in the corner and watching Dickie trying to get back to his feet.

DICKIE WATSON: ...well then, what are you waiting for, sis? Finish the job.

Elena crouches down and looks over at Dickie--even after everything she’s done to him this far into the match, she’s back to being hesitant. The crooked smile that might have been on her face as she delivered a beating to Dickie earlier has been wiped clean, there’s now a look of remorse… regret even. She didn’t have to go as far as she did. In her head, Dickie provoked her to snap.

DICKIE WATSON: Come on already, ‘Lena… JUST DO IT! DO WHAT YOU NEED TO FUCKIN’ DO ALREADY!

That roar from Dickie sounded like defeat. It’s like he knows he can’t stop Elena no matter what he throws at her. The Fist of Hydra closes her eyes, bringing herself down to her knees and staying silent for a moment before her eyes are shot open and she grabs two bundles of light tubes and places it right down below Dickie. Taking a few steps back into the corner she was just situated at, she looks down onto an almost fallen Dickie Watson that’s looking away from her. Dickie is staring up the ramp and seeing a tearful Hannah Watson and Aiden Reynolds holding her back from moving any closer.

DICKIE WATSON: I… I am so sorry. I failed you all.

Turning his head back to face Elena, Dickie nods his head in her direction and then looks back down at the light tubes placed between his arms, accepting the fate that he’s fallen for. This might be the fate worse than death, this might be the fate that he didn’t want to accept but it was the fate that he was willing to allow. He had no choice but to accept it. Elena charges in for Flight of the Raven- making sure she’ll connect it this time-- Dickie moved out of the way and pulled the bundle of light tubes with him! Throwing one up to Elena as she catches it but it blocks her vision-- DICKIE SPRINGS TO HIS FEET AND DRIVES BOTH FEET INTO THE LIGHT TUBES AND INTO THE CHEST OF THE LEGACY CHAMPION WITH THE CALAMITY INSURANCE! THE CROWD ARE IMPLODING WITH EXCITEMENT! THEY CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THEY GOT SUCKERED INTO DICKIE’S TRICK! BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN! DICKIE IS TRYING TO CRAWL!

ALARA ADAMS: HE COULD HAVE THIS MATCH WON IF HE JUST GOES FOR THE COVER! HE COULD HAVE THIS MATCH IN THE BAG IF HE JUST DRAPES THE ARM OVER ELENA!

KAYDEN ELLIS: BUT HE’S CRAWLING AWAY FROM ELENA! I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING RIGHT NOW, HE HAS THIS WON IN HIS FAVOUR!

Dickie is crawling away from Elena, pulling himself up in the corner and looking back down onto the champion, who’s not moved an inch since getting hit with the Mushroom Stomp from Watson. The challenger is out of breath, out of energy, out of lives left -- it’s a one life situation and he’s got to use this opportunity to finish what needs to be finished. Dickie grabs onto the ropes, untying the wall of light tubes as they fall down on one side. Dickie slowly walks over to the other side of the ring, untying the last strings holding up the wall of light tubes. The Calamity places down the wall of light tubes over Elena DeDraca and moves back into the corner. Taking a few deep breaths as he looks down onto Elena and notices no movement, that’s when he turns back around and begins to climb ever so slowly to the very top rope.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh no… Dickie, no. Please for the love of Christ, you do not need to do this!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Go big or go home, Alara. That’s what Dickie Watson is doing right now!

Dickie finally makes his way to the very top rope and holds his balance by using the glass walls as leverage, the bloody Calamity looks out through the glass walls, seeing the crowd are on their feet and waiting for Dickie’s big move. His big finish. His make or break moment. If there was anything that Dickie could do, it’s to make sure he won’t quit until his body cannot continue and right now--it can fucking continue but just for one more move. Dickie fixes his posture on the top rope and uses the ropes to spring up and down before leaping… ADRENALINE-- NO!! ELENA ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY AND DICKIE CRASHES HARD INTO THE LIGHT TUBES! ELENA MAKES IT TO HER FEET… FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!!!! SHE FINALLY HIT THE CURB STOMP!!! SHE HOOKS THE LEGS OF DICKIE WATSON!

ONE!

TWO!!

…

THREE!!! ELENA DEDRACA RETAINS HER PLACE AS THE LEGACY CHAMPION!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: SHE DID IT! ELENA DEDRACA RETAINS HER CHAMPIONSHIP IN A BLOOD FEST!

DING! DING! DING!

“Revelation” -- Black Veil Brides plays out through the speakers as the crowd are on their feet and are electrified by the result!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… and STILLLLLLLLLLL… PROJECT: HONOR LEGAAAAACYYYYYYYY CHAMPPPPPIONNNNNNN… “THE BRITISH RAVEN” ELEEENNNAAAAAAAA DEEEEEDRAAAAAACAAAAAAAA!!!!

The cage slowly begins to rise into the heavens as paramedics and EMTs enter the ring, looking to tend to the wounds of both Elena DeDraca and Dickie Watson. They’re both laying there side to side with one another, both of them laying in pools of their own blood, in what might have been the bloodiest match that Project: Honor might have ever seen since its inception last year.

ALARA ADAMS: What a war. This match meant a lot to both of them here tonight and you could tell from how they interacted in this match, but there was ever going to be one winner no matter who’d step up and pull out the huge win.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Tonight, however, belongs to the Gothmother of Wrestling. The British Raven has solidified her place as the Project: Honor Legacy Champion by defeating the face of Project: Honor itself. Her undefeated streak is still intact, she’ll reign on through Project: Honor for however long there may be. This is her moment!

Elena, by some miracle, brings herself back to her feet as the Legacy Championship is handed to her. Looking down at her younger brother’s lifeless body, she smiles and bows her head in an act of respect for Dimitri--not Dickie. Elena makes her way out of the ring and passes both Hannah and Aiden on the ramp with the championship draped over her shoulder. They both wait for Elena to pass by before making their way into the ring and checking on Dickie Watson, being surrounded by the paramedics.

ALARA ADAMS: WHAT A NIGHT!!! Thank you everyone for watching. My name is Alara Adams...
KAYDEN ELLIS: ...and I am Kayden Ellis. From everyone here at Fallout and Project: Honor...and we will see you in a couple weeks.

The cameras focus on Elena, just as she enters the back curtains, before cutting out...to something different.




The lights are all on, illuminating the nearly empty OACA Olympic Indoor Hall. The only soul, is Project: Honor Owner Rock Johnson. Standing in the center of a sweat-and-blood stained ring, dressed in a gray suit, Rock smiles as he looks out into the empty stands.

ROCK JOHNSON: I gotta hand it to you, DeMarco. You and I may not agree about much, but you sure know how to put on a show. Keep pulling these kinds of shows and Project: Honor could be the biggest show on earth.

SCREECH!!!

Rock Johnson squints his eyes and curls up slightly at the loud feedback noise that echoes off the stands and out of the surrounding speakers.

ROCK JOHNSON: WHAT THE HELL???

VOICE: Rock Johnson...Owner...President...Business Mogul. You have raised Project: Honor up from nothing. You have created a business model that has grown and flourished under your tutelage. Many other organizations try to mimic you...copy you...but many will fail.

Rock begins to look around, trying to see if he can see where the voice is directly coming from. But again, he is the only one in the Hall.

ROCK JOHNSON: As it should be.

VOICE: But the bigger this place becomes...the fatter you get...the more lethargic you become.

ROCK JOHNSON: Wait a minute…

VOICE: Content with the direction of Proving Ground, you sat idly by and watched as men like Colton Saint broke rules and disobeyed the very laws of man. You put on a show that you were worried when your own roster was injured for months on end or even now, when there is no hope for some of them to ever return to wrestling at all. But deep down you could care less about them...you could care less about your fans. All you care about is the almighty dollar.

ROCK JOHNSON: I need money to keep Project: Honor moving forward.

VOICE: And without fans, you wouldn’t have that money. And without your roster, you wouldn’t have those fans. You see, you focus too much on the wrong green...within your company. While you keep dancing and trying to keep your own ego inflated and feed into the egos of your ever-growing roster...there are people within your own company who strive to entertain. There are people within your own company who could care less about their own pocket books. Instead, they aim to lift up YOUR roster. They aim to impress YOUR fans.

ROCK JOHNSON: I don’t think that’s a fair way to look at it.

VOICE: Tonight was an example of what a show for-the-fans and by-the-fans, could look like. And instead of noticing this and learning from it, instead all you see are dollar signs. But tonight, that changes. Tonight, you change.

ROCK JOHNSON: What?

VOICE: Rock Johnson…

Suddenly the lights in the Olympic Indoor Hall all go out, leaving Rock in total darkness. But before Rock can say anything, green Purge masks begin to light up in the stands. Within seconds, thousands upon thousands of masks light up the stands...all looking out onto where Rock Johnson stands in the darkness.

ROCK JOHNSON: Wait…

Without another word, a final red Purge mask lights up...standing directly in front of Rock Johnson in the ring...casting an eerie red glow onto the Owner’s face.

ROCK JOHNSON: WAIT!!!

VOICE:...I want to play a game.

And then in unison, all the masks go dark...leaving nothing but a pitch black void.







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WIRED CONSEQUENCES VOTING:

Dex Griffin vs. Kallie Reznik: Match Prize
1 - A real polar bear on a stick
1 - Peeled chicken nuggets
4 - Mobile Title Shot
5 - Match of Their Choice
14 - Ownership of Alistair (WINNER)

Edgebrook vs. Fairweather: Match Stipulation
1 - 1 v 1 Rust in Call of DutyL Modern Warfare 2
1 - Russian roulette
1 - Loser must read every Strader rp ever…
1 - The only answer is Mud Wrestling
1 - Arm Wrestling Match
4 - Pie Eating Contest
7 - Staring Contest
8 - A game of UNO! (WINNER)

Ascension Championship: Match Stipulation
1 - Hardcore Elimination Match
1 - EWC Rules match
1 - Winner must nudge the boss every time he’s being lazy
3 - Iron Man Match
5 - Championship Scramble Match
6 - Gauntlet Match
8 - TLC Match (WINNER)

Kayla Richards vs.:
1 - Bryan Williams
1 - Shitposting Match
1 - Bruce McLeod
2 - Kasey Winterborn
2 - Space Lord w/Terry Marshall
2 - Finale
15 - Jason Long (WINNER)


Tag Team Championship Match: Match Stipulation
1 - Sword fight
1 - Drug test
1 - Rage Quit Match
1 - Better be a normal ass Tag Match
2 - Elimination Tag Match
3 - Tornado Tag Match
4 - Ladder Match
12 - Barbed-Wire Table Match (WINNER)


Prime Championship Match: Match Stipulation
0 - Ambulance Match
1 - Cock measuring contest (Julius disqualified)
1 - Quickest to read Dre’s Reddit comments wins
1 - King of The Mountain Match
5 - Fight Pit Match
6 - Dumpster Match
11 - Monster’s Ball Match (WINNER)

Legacy Championship Match: Match Stipulation
1 - Verizon store brawl
1 - The chance to be saved by Matt Knox on 3/4 occasions
1 - Inferno Match
1 - Best of Seven Series
1 - $9 Staple Gun match
5 - Barbed Wire Ropes Match
6 - Playground Match
9 - Glass House Match (WINNER)