4/8/2021 - Fallout IV: Aftermath

Havoc & The Gym Coach vs. Logan Burgess & Kevin Hunter
Havoc and The Gym Coach worked awkwardly together, while Kevin Hunter seemed to be the only one who was trying for his team. With The Gym Coach taking care of Kevin Hunter on the outside, Havoc dropped Logan Burgess with a ‘Dead Trigger’ for the win.
WINNER: Havoc & The Gym Coach via pinfall (5:23)


Pyro vs. Martha Atlas vs. Kagome Akaibara
In what could be viewed as a match featuring one person per title division, Pyro made the most of hanging around the Prime Championship division lately. Kagome put up a fight, but while she was down, Pyro destroyed Martha Atlas with ‘The Crucifixion’ ...easily pinning the Ascension Champion division representative for the three count.
WINNER: Pyro via pinfall (245)







Our scene opens in the back, where we see Julius Fairweather sitting on a large plush red armchair. He is sitting back with a glass in his right hand, containing a brown liquid.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Hello and Good Evening to all my motherfuckers out in the land of AMC viewership. My name is ‘Furious’ Julius Fairweather and I want to welcome you all to the finest, most artisanal, piece of fucking television you will ever lay your motherfucking eyes upon.

Julius lifts his glass to his lips and takes a sip.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I know some of you are still feeling the motherfucking aftershock of Wired Consequences, as am I. We watched as many motherfuckers stepped up and many other motherfuckers dropped the ball. We watched as motherfuckers like Big Drip, barely even showed up...while motherfuckettes like Kasey and Kayla showed the fuck out.

Julius pauses for a moment, taking another sip from his glass.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: We even watched as the motherfucking British Raven spread her wings and proved without a shadow of a motherfucking doubt, that she was the baddest bitch in the motherfucking land. But tonight, we start a-fucking-new. Tonight is the motherfucking aftermath of what we all see at Wired Consequences. Tonight, the motherfucking world will feel..will feel...shit...FUCK!

Julius takes another sip from glass as the camera pans out, showing the chair is set up in the corner of an office. Off to the right of the scene, is Fallout general Manager, Christian DeMarco. Dressed in a green t-shirt and a pair of khakis, a smile is on his lips.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Samuel...buddy...it’s okay.

Julius Fairweather reaches up and grabs his fro, pulling it off to not only reveal it was a wig...but to reveal it wasn’t Julius Fairweather at all. It was famed actor, Samuel L. Jackson.

SAMUEL L. JACKSON: Listen, Christian, I’m sorry. I forgot my line.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Balderdash! That opening was beautiful! You did a wonderful job tonight and you did a wonderful job during that opening to Wired Consequences.

Samuel stands up from the chair, places his glass on DeMarco’s desk, and both men meet in the middle of the room. DeMarco shakes Samuel’s hand.

SAMUEL L. JACKSON: Normally I wouldn’t participate in these types of things. But that Fairweather kid, he is fucking entertaining as shit!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well we are happy to have you, any time. So go ahead and head out into the hall to see my Assistant, Mr. Arik Holt...the bald guy.

Samuel looks at DeMarco, taken back slightly by the bald comment.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: He should be able to get you a check for your services.

SAMUEL L. JACKSON: Well, thank you again, for letting me be a part of this.

The Fallout General Manager nods at Samuel L. Jackson as the door to DeMarco’s office opens. Samuel leaves out the door as an unknown female assistant walks into the room.

ASSISTANT: Mr. DeMarco, you have a Mr. Denis Stoff on the line. He is asking about getting paid for his performance for that Wired Consequences opening sequence.

DeMarco, who had turned and looked at the young brunette mid-sentence, scowls at her.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Bullshit! I’m not paying the little motherfucker. He wasn’t wasn’t bitchy enough, not a big enough cunt, and just plain sounded nothing like Dickie. So tell him to get bent!

ASSISTANT: Yes, sir. OH...and the Project: Honor board sent over a gentleman for you to take a look at it. It seems they were worried with you doing your own scenes in that opener. They suggested that we use this gentleman to play you, in all future cinematic skits.

The assistant steps out of the way as Timothy Thatcher walks into the room, dressed in a blue t-shirt and pair of black windbreaker pants. He stops dead as DeMarco starts to walk around him, giving him a look-over. With a scowl on his face, he finishes his circle and looks back to the assistant.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Tell them they can go fly a goddamn kite. This man, while one handsome devil, looks nothing fucking like me.

ASSISTANT: Yes, sir.

Timothy Thatcher turns and leaves the room, the assistant following behind him and shutting the door. Christian walks over and sits down at his desk, before letting out a loud sigh.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: A fucking stand in? Who do they think I am, Callum Walker?

Without thought, DeMarco grabs the glass of brown liquid that Samuel L. Jackson placed down and takes a sip. A split second later, Christian sprays a mist from his lips as he spits out the liquid.

He pauses, looking at the glass.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO (strained): That’s some good shit.

DeMarco downs the rest of the glass, knowing what to expect this time, before slamming the glass down on his desk.



Our television screen goes black for a moment before showing a live picture of the Salle Omnisport de Rades in Rades, Tunisia. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.

“DRAGO, BREAK MY FINGERS!!!”
“CLARA IS CLAR-VOYANT”
“REDD”
“ELENA IS THE G.O.A.T.”
“WHERE’S ROCK JOHNSON?”

‘Rise Above It’ by I prevail cuts through the silence as we see the fans pouring into the entrances.

I’ve been patiently waiting, tyin’ my stomach in knots
I’ve been lost in the moment, goin’ to war with my thoughts.
And if you’re feelin the pressure, the pressure’s all that I got.
So if you think that you’re ready, I’m here to tell you you’re not.

The live shot of a display with replica Fallout Championship titles. A picture of Drago above the Prime, a picture of Kayla above the Noble, and a picture of Kasey above the Ascension.

The time is right now, yeah you’re in over your head.
I’m callin’ lights out, until it’s over and dead.
And I’ll be damned if I ever let you get me again.
Yeah, I will stop at nothing,
‘Cause I was made to Rise Above It!

The shot changes to show Pixie Sloane dropping Logan Burgess with ‘Pixie Dust’.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut to Alice Knight blasting Martha Atlas with ‘The Apache’ onto a glass mustard jar.

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

Switch to Kagome Akairbara hitting Finale with The Payoff.

But for now I stand alone

Kasey Winterborn with a huge smile and tears in her eyes as she looks at the Ascension Championship, now in her possession.

I count my enemies like trophies
I wear my scars so they can show me, now
I’ve got nothin’ left to prove
So when I look at you, all I see are trophies...trophies

Kayla Richards standing on the second turnbuckle, holding her Noble Championship up as Jason Long is seen arguing with the ref in the background.

I’m not afraid,
to put it all on the line, like it runs in my veins
I will stop at nothin’ cause I was made to Rise Above It!

Drago Santiago looking down at the unconscious Contessa Floran, the ref handing him the title.


Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Elena standing in the middle of the Glass House Match, blood dripping from her left hand as she raises the Project: Honor Legacy Championship Title into the air with her right hand.

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

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






We find ourselves on the right side of Ascension Champion, Kasey Winterborn, as she is coming into the arena for the day. She is dressed in a white top and jeans, a duffle bag in her left hand, and the Ascension Championship Title over her right shoulder and being held onto by her right hand. She walks up to the locker room door and takes a deep breath, knowing this is the first time she is walking through these doors as a Champion.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!

Kasey was just about to push her way in, when General Manager DeMarco calls out to her and enters the scene from the right.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And just where do you think you’re going?

KASEY WINTERBORN: I’ve got a match tonight, right? So I want to start getting ready and stuff. I’ve got this routine…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Oh, I know you have a match...I made sure to put that son of a bitch in the Main Event.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Then what is the issue?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: See, I’m not sure what you’re used to seeing when you were on Proving Ground. I, myself, never held gold there either, so I’m not sure how they do things. But here on Fallout…we do things different. Follow me.

DeMarco turns and walks away from Kasey, who looks a little confused. After letting it register for a moment, she begins to follow Christian. They both round a corner and stop in front of a door that has a ‘Kasey Winterborn - Ascension Champion’ nameplate on it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I know some people in the locker room like to give dirty looks to the Champions. Those Champions have something the others want: gold, respect, power. And because of this and to give the Champions a little bit of extra breathing room...I make sure each of my Champions have their own special locker room to get ready in.

KASEY WINTERBORN: So...this is...for me?

Kasey’s eyes fixate on the nameplate. She drops her dufflebag to the ground and slowly reaches out, tracing her name with her index finger.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Until you loss that Ascension Championship or you decide to give it up to move on to bigger and better things, you will have your own room to prepare in at every venue we visit. Now, sometimes the room might not be as big as the other places...but that all depends on the location we are in.

Kasey lowers her hand and grabs the doorknob, slowly turning it and pushing the door open. The light to the room is already on and the sight inside catches her off guard. Dozens upon dozens of rose-bouquets fill the room.

KASEY WINTERBORN: ...wow…Christian...it’s...

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well, well. It seems someone likes flowers.

KASEY WINTERBORN: So, wait...the flowers aren’t from you?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well, I had my assistant try to make this place nice and pretty for you...but I didn’t do all this. Seems you are pretty popular. But listen, you enjoy your room...I have some stuff to take care of. You take it easy for the beginning of the night. You have a celebration and a match to get ready for.

Christian turns and walks off as Kasey’s eyes light up at all the flowers. She looks completely astounded.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Nolan...was this you? Did you do all this?

Kasey walks over to the nearest bouquet and notices there is a small card in it. She places the Ascension Championship Title down on the nearest chair and grabs the card. With a giddy smile, she opens it and begins to read aloud.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Roses are redd, violet’s are blue, there isn’t a star, as sparkling as you.

Kasey smiles and looks to the next bouquet, noticing it has a card too. She takes a step to the right and grabs that card too, opening it.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Roses are redd, violet’s are blue, but no flower in this world, is as beautiful as you.

She turns her head slightly and begins to examine the other bouquets, noticing that each one has a card in it. With a smile on her face, she moves on to the next card as the scene slowly fades back to ringside.






CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… The British Raven; Fist of Hydra; Gothmother of Wrestling… ELLLLLEEEEENNNNNAAAAAA DEEEEDDDDDRRRRRAAAACCCCAAAAA!!!

♫
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.]

[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.]

[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, she leaps up onto the apron and there are some boo’s as she throws up a hand and points at the crowd, before she elegantly steps between the top and middle rope. She simply throws back her head and laughs at the referee's suggestion of a weapon check. As her theme music slowly fades out, Lady DeDraca throws up her taunt once more and then she confidently stares daggers down the entranceway, awaiting her opponent.]

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next to the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… He is a member of The Left Hand… ZAAAAACCCCCKKKK TYYYYYLLLLLLEEEEERRRRRR!!!

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.

"Making his way to the ring from the United Kingdom, he sits at the Left side of the one called The One. He weighs in at Two-Hundred and Ten (210 lbs.) pounds..."

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 commentary team to be heard by the viewing audience as well as the crowd to take in the video playing on the screen.

"This is The Dark Horse...ZACK TYLER"!!

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.

DING! DING! DING!

Elena DeDraca wastes no time in getting the match started as she runs at Zack Tyler and takes him down with a hard Shining Wizard connecting with Zack’s nose which explodes on impact. The noise as Zack’s nose breaks can be heard around the arena as splatters of blood goes everywhere. Elena isn’t done though and shows no care at all about Zack who's now kneeling in the ring and greeted by another knee to the face from Elena further messing up Zack’s nose and sending more blood splatters everywhere.

ALARA ADAMS: Ouch! Elena isn’t messing about.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s clearly annoyed with having to deal with dead weight like Zack Tyler.

Zack was now laying on the mat clearly in agony as he tried to control his breathing but sounds like a damn walrus. Elena shows off her athleticism as she runs and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off hitting a Leg Drop across the throat of Zack Taylor whose gasp for air can be heard throughout the arena. Instantly to her feet, Elena locks in a Sharpshooter on Zack who tries to scream out but just can’t as he is still gasping for air.

Surprisingly Zack manages to grab hold of the ropes pulling himself under them and to the outside of the ring as Elena is forced to let go of the submission hold. As Zack lays on the outside, he manages to stretch enough to grab a chair but Elena doesn’t see this as she rolls out of the ring. Zack manages to just about swing the chair still laying down and makes contact with Elena’s knee causing her to fall to the floor holding onto her knee.

ALARA ADAMS: Wait! How the hell is Zack managing to fight back?

KAYDEN ELLIS: No idea but I doubt it will amount to anything.

This gives Zack some time to recover as with the support of the barricade, he manages to get to his feet, still with the chair in hand as he swings it back to hit Elena in the same knee again but she rolls out of the way and gets to her feet. Once again Zack brings the chair up to go to hit Elena only for her to hit GSTQ(God Save The Queen) a Front Dropkick sending the chair into Zack’s already messed up and bloody face.

Elena is back to her feet as she now picks up the steel chair and as we saw in Zack’s last match, Elena stands on his left arm and starts driving the chair into his left hand over and over again. The already damaged left hand of Zack is damaged even further as Elena isn’t done as she stands on his right arm and does exactly the same to his right hand. Dropping the chair to the floor, she helps Zack to his feet only to drop him head first into the steel chair with a devastating Spiked DDT.

ALARA ADAMS: You were right Kayden, it didn’t amount to anything.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Told you so!

Now helping Zack to his feet once again, Elena rolls him into the ring and rolls into the ring herself after and gets back to her feet. Elena backs up enough to measure up Zack Tyler who is now trying to get to all fours only to be hit with Flight Of The Raven(Curb Stomp) but Elena doesn’t go for the pin yet. Instead she starts kicking Zack in the midsection following it up with another Flight Of The Raven(Curb Stomp) and stands back to see a broken and bloody Zack Tyler laying on the mat.

She still doesn’t go for a pin, instead choosing to eventually help Zack back to his feet and hits him with yet another devastating move, her Lights Out(Jawbreaker) as she then locks in her submission Fist Of Hydra(Octopus Hold) as the ref looks on and waits for Zack Tyler to tap but he can’t because he is out for the count. Eventually the ref notices that Zack isn’t tapping, only to see that he was out cold as Elena gets the win by submission thanks to her Fist Of Hydra.

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match through Submission… ELLLLLEEEEENNNNNAAAAAA DEEEEDDDDDRRRRRAAAACCCCAAAAA!!!

Elena stands to her feet, the ref lightly taking her wrist and raising her arm into the air.





Sitting backstage, Pyro had just watched as Elena DeDraca destroyed Zack Tyler as he played around with some matches in his hands. That’s when he noticed the cameras were on him. Rather than send them on their way, instead he got to his feet, placing the matches safely into his pocket. Pyro looked like a man with something on his mind, and a man who was about to let you know what.

PYRO: Usually I’d tell you to do one before I set you on fire, but I’m in a good mood and Anya said I should talk about things more. Anya Brendon is my social worker or caseworker depending on what kind of backwards country you’re from. I’m not here to talk about Anya though, although she does have pretty eyes.

I don’t know what was more worrying, hearing Pyro say that or actually seeing him smile when he did.

PYRO: Let’s get to the reason why I want to talk about things. Last week I proved that I’m capable and worthy, I proved that I’m not a one trick pony and I certainly proved tonight how much more dangerous I am. You see my match was just the start, there’s a change coming to Project: Honor and that change begins tonight. Usually I’d have gone home by now because I hate people and it’s best for everyone that I usually do. It’s just that I have a new fire so to speak burning within me and it’s a fire that is going to watch Project: Honor burn to the ground. I’m done with just talking, so tonight I will put plans into action.

Look around Project: Honor, there are so many high and mighty people that need to be brought down a peg or two. So much hate on either brand and I’m really enjoying that but as I say a change is coming for all. You can choose to dismiss me or not, but you won’t be able to stop what is going to happen, I’m “The Messiah Of Fire” Pyro, and I’m your worst NIGHTMARE!”

With that said, a sickening smirk appears on his face as the last thing you hear as Pyro walks out of shot is spine chilling laughter that echoes throughout backstage.




A single spotlight shines down from the rafters, revealing the middle-aged emcee known as Winston Winfield standing in the center of the ring. As Winston holds the microphone to his lips, the sound of a blues riff can be heard over the sound system.

WINSTON WINFIELD: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my utmost pleasure and distinct honor to introduce to you a man who needs no introduction. You know his name, you know his face, and for better or worse, you’ve heard about his reputation. Of course I am talking about the only man who is undefeated in your hearts and minds...The Shepherd who leads his flock through Fallout’s Valley of Darkness...The Weatherman whose predictions you can always count on...The Baddest Motherfucker in a world full of motherfuckers...he is simply Furious...Juuuuliuuuussss Fairrrrrweatherrrrrr!

Julius’ own cover of the blues song “Stackolee” continues to play, as the entrance curtains part and he steps onto the stage. The spotlight has turned away from The Shepherd’s personal ring announcer to focus on Julius instead, who struts toward the ring with a bright smile upon his face. With his match not yet scheduled to begin, it is obvious that Julius has something special in mind, which is made even more clear when he enters the ring and the spotlight picks up the silhouettes of three men already in the ring. When the lights return to normal and the music dies down, we finally see that the three men in the ring with Julius are his potential choices for a bodyguard who were revealed on last week’s F-Word. “Angry” Vincenzo Andretti, John “Tripp” Hammer, and Thaddeus Hieronymus Craft are each dressed in a black suit and tie, matching the attire normally worn by their potential future boss. Vincenzo seems ambivalent about what’s happening around him, Tripp is as expressionless as a stone cold killer, and THC is visibly shaking from nervousness.

JULIUS: What’s up, motherfuckers? As promised on last week’s F-Word, I let you motherfucking fans vote on which of these three contestants will be my new bodyguard. First, let’s all be honest with each other. I don’t really need a bodyguard since I’m a bad motherfucker, but even a guy like me needs someone to watch his back from time to time. I can’t kick ass in this ring, keep all of my over-enthusiastic female admirers at bay, and keep an eye out for whatever DeMarco might be throwing at me all at once. That’s why my man, Winston, has collected all the votes, triple checked them, and placed them in a sealed envelope where they can’t be fucked with.

Winston steps forward and raises a golden envelope in his hand.

JULIUS: I made it crystal fucking clear that my life was in your hands, and I trusted my Motherfucking Friends of Fairweather to make the right choice. No matter what happens when Winston opens that envelope, I’ll abide by your motherfucking decision!

Julius looks over his shoulder to give the monstrous Tripp Hammer a wink and a thumbs up.

JULIUS: Enough with the stalling! Winston, give us those results, motherfucker!

Winston nods at his boss and begins to rip open the golden envelope. Once it’s open, he slides out a piece of paper and unfolds it so that only he can see the results. He takes the microphone from Julius and starts to read, as Fairweather himself beams from cheek to cheek.

WINSTON: Very well, sir. First, announcing the man who came in last, receiving even fewer votes than the leading write-in candidate...John “Tripp” Hammer!

A sudden expression of shock and awe washes over Julius’ face as he hears the first result, realizing that his personal favorite and easily the most qualified bodyguard has been eliminated. Tripp gives Julius a quick look, shakes his head with disappointment, and begins to make his way toward the ring ropes. As Winston continues to read, Julius runs after Tripp and seems to be attempting to talk him into ignoring the voting results.

WINSTON: Coming in at third place, with the single most write-in votes of any potential candidate...James Edgebrook!

Julius turns away from watching Tripp’s exit, his eyes bugging out of his skull and his jaw hanging open. He then marches up to Winston and gives him a shove, clearly questioning the results of the voting thus far. The emcee shrugs and motions towards the paper, assuring his employer that the results are legitimate. Julius then looks at his final two potential bodyguards as he begins to pace back and forth in the ring.

WINSTON: Now then...one of these men came in second place while the other one took away his victory in landslide fashion. Please give a huge round of applause to the contest winner and Julius Fairweather’s new bodyguard...Thaddeus Hieronymus Craft!

The petite man with crooked, teeth, sunken eyes, and receding hairline holds both hands up to his face as if he is physically going to hold back his tears. He then begins to hop up and down as “Angry” Vincenzo shrugs his shoulders and begins to make his exit. Meanwhile, Julius looks emotionally devastated as he slowly turns his gaze upon Winston Winfield. Before he can be blamed for screwing up the votes, the middle-aged emcee wisely gets out of the ring and begins to speed walk towards the entrance. This leaves Julius alone in the ring with his odd neighbor and new bodyguard, as THC continues to fail at keeping his emotions in check.

It would be easy to mistake Julius for a totally defeated man as he reaches down to pick up Winston’s discarded microphone and then raises back up to look upon THC with disappointment.

JULIUS: Well then, it looks like I’ve got myself a...bodyguard.

Thaddeus hops forward enthusiastically, leaning forward to shout into Julius’ microphone.

THC: Oh, this is so very special! Why, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so special in my entire life! Thank you Julius! Thank you fans! Thank you for this special honor! Oh, what a special da-

Suddenly, Julius lurches upwards with an uppercut to THC’s jaw, knocking the thin man backwards and ultimately leaving him unconscious and spread-eagle upon the canvas.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Royale With Cheese! Julius hits The Royale With Cheese on his own bodyguard!

JULIUS: Motherfucker! I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing!

Shaking his head with the obvious disappointment still lingering in his mind, Julius drops the microphone and makes his exit, leaving ringside attendants to see to the unconscious man laying motionless in the ring.









CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds… She is The Night Owl… ALLLIIIICCCCEEEEE KNNNNIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTT!!!!

”New" by No Doubt begins to play throughout the Project Honor 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 places a jar of mustard near the turnbuckle of the ring awaiting for Julius to make his way to the ring.

CLARA OLSON: Winston Winfield will be introducing who is next to the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: He should have just stayed out here from his little bodyguard segment a few minutes ago.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hell no! A motherfucker’s gotta make a motherfucking entrance!

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

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

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

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

DING! DING! DING!

The match gets underway as Alice Knight and Julius Fairweather start circling each other in the ring. As they circle each other, Alice starts to HOOT and flap her arms like a bird as Julius actually just laughs. Alice flies forwards and manages to hit Julius with a Spinning Heel Kick that knocks him to the mat giving Alice time to grab something from the corner of the ring. What Alice grabs is a jar of mustard that she’d placed there before the match had got underway.

Finally, Julius gets back up to his feet to be greeted by Alice standing there offering him the jar of mustard she had in her hands. Julius takes the jar of mustard from Alice and he unscrews the lid of the mustard only to almost be knocked unconscious from the smell. Julius feels insulted as Alice stands there smiling and fluttering her eyelashes at him. Not only had Alice knocked him on his ass with a Spinning Heel Kick, she’d nearly done the same with a jar of mustard.

ALARA ADAMS: Not sure whether Alice was being nice there or devious.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well either way, it ended up backfiring on her.

Julius has had enough as he throws the jar of mustard at Alice hitting her in the stomach with it before it hits the mat sending mustard all over the mat. Julius hits a DDT on Alice, driving her head first into the mustard covered mat. Julius gets back to his feet leaving up to his name as he FURIOUS-ly drops an Elbow to Alice’s midsection, followed by a second, only for Alice to move out of the way. Julius is now covered in the mustard too now as they both try to get to their feet only to fall over again.

Both Alice and Julius head over to the opposite side of the ring using the turnbuckle to get to their feet. They both run at each other, Alice managing to take Julius down with a magnificent Jumping Clothesline. Alice tries to run and hit a move on Julius only to slip and fall face first into the groin of Julius who screams out in agony from the accidental low blow. Alice manages to sit up and just laughs innocently as she realises what has happened.

ALARA ADAMS: That has got to hurt!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That almost sent Julius cross eyed.

With Julius still in agony on the mat, Alice has managed to get to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top of it. Alice flaps her arms like a bird before she jumps off hitting the Wonder Splash(Frog Splash) and going for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!

Finally the mustard had started to become less slippery underfoot as Alice gets to her feet and kindly helps Julius to his feet. Once on their feet, Julius punches Alice in the midsection, followed by a punch to the face. Alice refuses to allow Julius to get the upper hand as she too punches him back as they just stand there trading punches.

ALARA ADAMS: Alice and Julius going back and forth here.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Alice is certainly putting up a fight here against Julius.

Eventually Julius gets the advantage as he kicks Alice in the midsection before hitting a Swinging Neckbreaker. Julius then helps Alice to her feet as she manages to push him away, only for Julius to miraculously put Alice to the mat with The Foot Fuckin’ Master(Jumping Roundhouse Kick) and goes straight for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
TH… KICKOUT!!

As Julius gets back to his feet, he is shocked that Alice managed to kick out as he takes his eyes off Alice. That’s when Julius is surprised to turn around and be on the receiving end of the Ante Up Kick(Kip Up into a Super Kick). Alice goes for the pin on Julius only for him to roll her up into what looks like a Small Package only for him to keep rolling through. Julius attempts to turn it into The Bonnie Situation(Rear Naked Choke) but Alice has other ideas as she manages to wiggle free. Alice grabs hold of Julius and hits The Apache(Original Dirty Deeds DDT) and goes for a pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match through PIN FALL… She is The Night Owl… ALLLIIIICCCCEEEEE KNNNNIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTT!!!!




The camera fades in to the depths of the stadium’s boiler room, without a soul in sight, only a Santiago dressed with his black and gold wrestling tights, whose death stare into the camera leaves no room for imagination about his state of mind. With a certain bravado in his sing-song tone, he speaks.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: I told you. I said it. Let me be far from someone to deny what ones eyes tell them, but I never asked for your eyes - I asked for your ears. I asked for you to listen to the way my opponents, win or lose, talk about me after the match. I asked you to pay attention and hear every bone shattering, every lick of the flame, and every single stiff strike cutting into flesh like a reaper’s blade through a shard of grass.

A hand in a chopping motion slams against a nearby pipe, denting the metal with a stiff, firm palm.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: And you didn’t. Men who carve themselves into the exact same image in marble through every single stone they could at me, kinda’ like lashing out at me by casting aside the parts of themselves I remind them of. I’m a fluke, I’m a one-hit wonder, I’m the dark horse, blase blah, you could get Nick Cannon to host given all the insults flying around. The only two titles I care about are the ones I earned - first ever and defending Prime Champion, and MAN ON FIRE. Don’t get the reference? Actually go watch Wired Consequences before speakin’ on it - join the minority of people who base their opinions on true events, not the little narrative they’re tryin’ ta weave to fit their worldview.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. The well of his patience is running dry, and through shaking hands matching a shaking tone, a set of deep breaths calms the Problem child before he gets too irritated or agitated.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: So now I emptied out every single clown in the hilariously small car tryin’ to run me over week after week. Nobody’s heard a single beep from Lil Bo Peep, Contessa Floran, since a White Wedding married her spine to the canvas. Y’all watch the F word?

He spits on the ground.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Me neither. But Jules can’t even mention my name without wincing. When Pyro’s not self-satisfying thinkin’ about a gas leak, dude’s left seethin’ thinking about how he came thiiiiiiiis close to filling the role his boy Mark filled. Y’all buyin’ this? After weeks of these three dipping their pen in my company’s ink, they wanna’ move on their merry ways, right? Another match, another defense, move on?

DRAGO SANTIAGO: I’m afraid I can’t. My feelings are hurt. Not with any of the aforementioned parties, no, because when the cat is away, the mice will play! When you’ve got the general manager of the company practicing this laissez faire attitude when you’re a centimeter away from Santiago’s final face tattoo being a tire tread, y’all gotta wonder…

DRAGO SANTIAGO: If there are no laws here but the laws of physics when I’m the one defending… y’all think it’s the same when I attack? This is twenty pounds of gold - it’s too fuggin’ heavy to carry like a baton and run away from the pack, I’d rather bash your head in with it. It’s the exact same shit you’d see anywhere you go - anything goes when someone’s punching up, right? But punch down and you’re the antichrist. Kinda funny, ain’t it? When you’re at the top, you’re just supposed to grin and bear it. When everyone else lashes out when they don’t get their way, it’s fine. Between twitter tyrades and horrific homicides, it’s all groovy til’ the person at the top of the mountain decides to swing back, and you motherfucks and dealing with the hand of God. It’s going to take more than a crowd of bodies to break my grip around this place’s throat. It’s going to take more than fire. It’s going to take more than life of death. It’s going to take EVERYTHING THIS PLACE HAS AND EVERYTHING THIS PLACE WILL EVER HAVE, BECAUSE IM NOT LETTING GO. STAND AT MY SIDE AND BECOME A PILLAR MY EMPIRE WILL BE BUILT UPON, STAND AGAINST ME AND YOU'LL BE BURIED UNDERNEATH IT.

He’s shaking. He’s shaking, his voice is breaking from it’s usual song and dance tone of jovial fun and splendor, and he runs his hands through his hair before an exasperated sigh.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: And I could rant about a grand wicked plan, but do I look like the plannin’ type? Nah - cuz I could talk for hours about what I’m going to do and nobody’s gonna’ care… so let’s see if you care when I do it.

The camera closes out.




We find ourselves in one of the myriad hallways of the Salle Omnisport de Rades, and just walking into shot we see Pixie Sloane, kicking her heels up as she skips. She finds herself encroaching into the gorilla position.

PIXIE SLOANE: I wonder if Kayla’s gonna come say hi before the match. I’ve looked everywhere for her. Just wanna say hello and see if we get off to a better start in person! I left her a note in her locker room to tell her to come meet me here before the match.

She smiles awkwardly at the stage hand standing at the curtain waiting for their cue.

PIXIE SLOANE: So... this is a bit different to the pay per views. More informal. I’m still nervous though. Can you tell?

The stage hand looks up from his clipboard at the diminutive poprocket, but doesn’t answer the question. His gaze drifts back to the document that he is focused on, and he presses his finger up to an ear-piece that is sticking out from his right ear.

PIXIE SLOANE: Guess I’m just talkin’ to myself. That’s fine. I can live with that. Getting used to it.

Pixie rocks back and forth on her heels, and then sighs.

PIXIE SLOANE: I mean, everyone’s so cold and unfriendly. Come on, man, at least wish me luck?

The man purses his lips, and then looks back down at his clipboard. The whole situation is getting awkward.

PIXIE SLOANE: Is it time for my music, yet? I mean, you’ll speak to me when it’s time for me to go out there, right? Am I even at the right place? You’re not gonna let me no-show my Fallout debut match, are you?

Just then, Kayla Richards paced up to the gorilla position, a calm but assertive demeanor about her, Noble Championship strapped tightly around her waist.

PIXIE SLOANE: You came! Yay! Listen, about the tweet..

Kayla paused, briefly, looking Pixie up and down, then snarled and walked past her without saying anything.






CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Already in the ring… Weighing in at ninety eight pounds… PIIIIIXXXXXIIIIIEEEEE SLLLLLOOOOAAAANNNNEEEE!!!

Pixie Sloane’s music "Fairies Wear Boots" by Black Sabbath dies out as she raises her arms.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next to the ring… Also already in the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and seven pounds… CRRRRAAAASSSSSHHHHH ROOOODDDDDRRRRRIIIIGGGGUUUUEEEEZZZZ!!!

Crash Rodriguez’s music "It's Gonna Be A Long Night" by Ween dies out as he raises his arms.

CLARA OLSON: Last but not least... Introducing next to the ring… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… She is the Dreamkiller… KAAAAYYYYLLLLAAAA RIIIIICCCCCHHHHAAAAARRRRDDDDDSSSSS!!!

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

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

Gonna eat me up someday
, Someday fades away

Like a memory

Or a place that you'd rather be

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

DING! DING! DING!

Pixie Sloane runs at Crash Rodriguez as soon as the final ding of the bell is heard and hits him with a Shotgun Dropkick sending him crashing back first into the ropes. Crash rebounds off the ropes only for Kayla Richards to hit him with the Dream Killer(V-Trigger) sending him crashing to the mat. As Crash rolls to the outside now, Kayla gets to her feet as Pixie and Kayla start to trade punches. Pixie ends up getting the better of Kayla when she kicks her to the midsection and hits her with a Springboard Leg Drop to the back of her neck.

With Kayla on the mat now, Crash seems to have recovered enough to reach under the ring and pulls out a Kendo Stick before rolling into the ring with it. He manages to hit Pixie in the midsection with it as she is now bent over holding her stomach. As Crash brings the Kendo Stick up he is surprised when Pixie manages to sweep his feet out from beneath him, sending Crash to the mat. Crash has dropped the Kendo Stick as Pixie sees it there and picks it up then gifts Crash a whack with it across his midsection.

ALARA ADAMS: That’s got to hurt!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Pass the Kendo Stick here and I’ll show you how much.

ALARA ADAMS: Pass!

Crash tries to roll away but with every roll towards the ropes Pixie is managing to hit me again and again with the Kendo Stick. Eventually Crash manages to roll out of the ring but not without the Kendo Stick being absolutely destroyed from the hits he received. Kayla in the meantime has got back to her feet, as she sees Pixie with the destroyed Kendo Stick in hand, she runs at Pixie who turns around and out of just instinct hits the Pixie Dust(Spanish Fly) on Kayla and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!

Pixie is straight up to her feet and is kind enough to help Kayla to her feet only to drop her with a Hurricanrana followed by getting to her feet and hitting a Springboard Moonsault on Kayla. Pixie then rolls out of the ring and starts looking under the ring for a weapon and pulls out a baton, matches and some lighter fuel. Getting to her feet, Pixie squirts the lighter fuel over the baton before striking a match and setting the baton on fire. Pixie stands there twirling the baton showing off her skills before seeing that Crash is approaching her so she hits him with the baton that's on fire right across his midsection sending him to the floor in agony.

ALARA ADAMS: OUCH! Relight my fire!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You’re my only desire!

Pixie notices the lighter fuel still on the floor and shakes it to find out there is still some in it so she squirts it over the wrestling boots of Crash’s before setting them on fire with her baton. Crash is rolling around frantically as Pixie admires her handy work before carefully getting back into the ring with the baton on fire still in her hands. Kayla has just managed to get to her feet and sees that Pixie is approaching her with the baton on fire.

Kayla is having none of it as she dodges out of the attempts from Pixie to hit her with it eventually managing to hit Pixie with a Superkick. Which sends the baton on fire out of the ring as the referee rushes to grab a fire extinguisher and puts it out. Kayla is quick to attack Pixie who is on the mat, Kayla starts stomping on Pixie, first starting with her arms, midsection and then her legs. Kayla goes to help Pixie to her feet but is surprised by Pixie who grabs her and rolls her up with a Small Package Pin.

ONE…
TW…
KICKOUT!!!

The boots of Crash have finally been put out as he still lays on the outside of the ring thankfully with his belts just slightly melted rather than his feet getting burned at all. Pixe and Kayla are back to their feet again as the more experienced Kayla is ready for the punch from Pixie as Kayla dodges it and knocks Pixie to the floor with a sickening Roundhouse Kick to her temple. Kayla heads to the outside of the ring and reaches under the ring grabbing a table and slides it into the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Wonder what she’s going to do with that?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Clearly lay out a damn feast!

Crash then gets to his feet and goes on the attack hitting Kayla with a Forearm to the back and spins her around and lifts her up to go for a Powerbomb, only Kayla has other ideas as she hits a Hurricanrana sending him head first into the steel ring post. Crash is busted open as it causes a cut above his right eye. Kayla finally gets into the ring and sees Pixie trying to get back to her feet so hits her with a Penalty Kick straight to the midsection sending Pixe to the mat in pain.

Kayla picks the table up and starts setting it up in the ring, once Kayla had set the table up, she lined it up in front of the turnbuckle obviously with something already in mind. Then going over to Pixie, Kayla grabs her leg and starts dragging her towards the table. Pixie has other ideas though as she kicks Kayla in the face, not once but twice causing her to stumble backwards enough to allow Pixie to get to her feet.

Now on her feet, Pixie is face to face with Kayla as they start arguing only for Kayla to think fuck it and headbutt Pixie making her stumble but return with her own headbutt to Kayla. Only Pixie doesn’t do it just once but three times as Kayla is now unsteady on her feet as Pixie gets on the turnbuckle sitting down. Kayla stumbles over to Pixie, going to punch her but she misses as Pixie turns her around and picks her up, hitting the Fallen Angel(Double Chickenwing Facebuster - Glam Slam) from the second rope of the turnbuckle through the table.

Both Pixie and Kayla are on the mat, both barely moving after that devastating Fallen Angel(Double Chickenwing Facebuster - Glam Slam) through the table. Crash has finally managed to get in the ring and smiles as he sees the destruction in front of him. Crash instantly has the smile wiped off his face when Pixie gets to her feet and hits him with the Pixie Dust(Spanish Fly) and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match through PINFALL… PIIIIIXXXXXIIIIIEEEEE SLLLLLOOOOAAAANNNNEEEE!!!










We come back from the Next Level Wrestling commercial, to see Christian DeMarco and Arik Holt standing in the doorway of a room.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So you say the stagehands just found him like this?

Arik Holt nods his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Jesus Christ, this guys’ liver must be screaming.

We zoom out to see James Edgebrook passed out in the middle of the room. Three cases of empty beer bottles sit around him.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I wonder when he started drinking.

Arik Holt shrugs his shoulders.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Welp...there goes the drinking contest. I guess Julius won then, right? Edgebrook passed out first!

Arik Holt smirks, before walking over and grabbing one of the beer bottles. He shakes it slightly to see the bottle is still half full. He brings it to his nose and takes a whiff before cringing and dropping the bottle on the ground.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well, go ahead and have some of the stagehands clean up these bottles and start breaking them. We are going to need them for the Main Event tonight. That was the main reason for this little beer drinking shin-dig...to get me the bottles I needed. I figured Julius wouldn’t mind a drink or two...although after what Samuel was drinking earlier, maybe beer isn’t too much up Julius’ alley.

Arik cocks his head to the side.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: He looks like a Hennessey guy.

Arik furrows his brow and shakes his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I could go for a nice glass of Jim Beam Devil’s Cut right now. Why the hell are we in this backwards country that frowns upon alcohol?

Arik rubs his fingers together.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Ah, that’s right...Rock Johnson’s money. It all makes sense now. Okay, let’s get this mess cleaned up.




CLARA OLSON: The following match is scheduled for one fall…

The beginning notes of "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" by Suburban Legends begins to play throughout the arena. Bright and colorful spotlights swirl around the arena and the fans as they get hyped up at the familiar music. The figure at the top of the ramp faces away from the crowd, a single white spotlight showing the silhouette as the woman taps one of her feet along to the beat. As soon as the first verse rolls around, she's spinning around to face the ring. Soaking in the cheers of the fans, a bright smile on her lips as she runs to the right side of the ramp, hyping the fans up even more. Repeating the same actions as she races over to the left side of the ramp.

I'm gonna be a mighty king
So enemies beware
I've never seen a king of beasts
With quite so little hair
I'm gonna be the main event
Like no king was before

Heading back to her spot at the top of the ramp, Savannah makes her way towards the ring. She's got a bright grin on her face and she heads over to slap hands with the fans. Even giving some of them candy from her jacket pockets. A lollipop of her own hanging from her lips. Tongue stained blue from the sucker as she approaches the ring finally. Using the middle rope for leverage, she pulls herself onto the apron, sliding right beneath the bottom rope as if she were swimming.

I'm brushing up on looking down
And working on my roar
Thus far a rather uninspiring thing
Oh, I just can't wait to be king

As soon as she reaches the center of the ring, she rolls over onto her back. Staring up at the lights, she begins making imaginary snow angels, before quickly kipping up to her feet. A quick two-finger salute tossed out towards the fans. The grin on her face is insatiable and she's excited to be here. She wiggles around slightly, dancing around as her music slowly fades out. Moving to one corner of the ring as she hums softly.

CLARA OLSON: Now in the ring, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Candyland USA…...SAVANNNNNAH SUNSHINE

ALARA ADAMS: Miss Sunshine looks ready to go, but you have to wonder, does she realise just who she’s facing?

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is a great opportunity, facing the Prime Champion one on one, but at the same time Drago can do real damage.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent, weighing in at 181 pounds, from Detroit Michigan, he is the PRIME CHAMPION….DRAGGGGO SANTIAGOOOOO

While the scattering of pale lights breaks through the complete darkness engulfing the arena, smoke begins to rise from the entrance platform. As the unsettling piano playing the opening to The Skeleton Key by Epica, the gray plume of smoke breaks to the svelte, slender silhouette from the Saint currently at a knee, saying a quick prayer as a spotlight from the heavens shines upon him. He has arrived. Drago Santiago.



The menacing music continues to work its magic as he climbs onto the ring’s apron, with his Prime Championship slung over his shoulder elevated above his head and set inside of the ring before he himself enters. After climbing to the ring apron, he gestures to an arm with his hand, points to the opponent’s corner, and ever-so-gently uses both hands to signal SNAPPING, he rests in his corner with a coy grin.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Speaking of the Fallout Prime Champion here he is….

ALARA ADAMS: And he looks to be in a lovely mood here tonight….

DING!! DING!! DING!!

The match begins as Savannah looks over at Jason Long who is standing at ringside. Drago tilts his head and steps forward, they talk to each other for a moment before Savannah again looks over at Jason and motions her hand, Drago playing mind games with the young candy coated star. But as she turns back Drago throw himself forward and headbutts Savannah in the side of the face!.She goes down and Drago smirks standing over her as Jason gets on the apron and yells at him. Drago walks over standing between Savannah and him, the referee telling Jason to get down as Drago outstretches his hand almost begging Jason to step in the ring after what he just did Jason looks at the referee and drops back down to ringside as Drago turns and moves around Savannah stalking her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Good god, Drago is on another level, there he was playing mind games with Savannah, she took her eye off the ball for one moment and BOOM Drago drops her.

ALARA ADAMS: That headbutt was sickening, it hit Svannah right in the temple, that is a real good way to fuck with someones equilibrium.

Drago pulls Savannah up her her feet by her hair, she still looks out of it after the headbutt and the referee starts to count as Drago shoves her into the corner. He slams in a few hard elbow shots before grabbing Savannah by the arm and pulling her out into a hard short arm clothesline, she goes down by Drago holds onto her wrist and grabs her fingers the crowd reacting as he smiles evilly. Savannah suddenly pulls her hand away and rolls to the side and against the ropes holding her hand staring up at Drago who simply laughs. Savannah pulls herself up and stays leaning on the ropes as Jason slams his hand on the apron and yells some encouragement. The slamming sound gets Dragos attention, he turns to tell Jason off and Savannah sees this as an opportunity running forward and dropping down to roll Drago up.

ONE!
TWO!

Drago kicks out, he turns looking angry that Savannah would try such a thing, Savannah uses the momentum though to get on the attack, getting to her feet faster than Drago does, she jumps forward and hits a stiff bicycle kick right to Dragos face sending him down. Savannah quickly looks to the top rope and runs to get up there, Drago gets to his feet dazed by the kick to his face, Savannah leaps off with a diving crossbody, she lands on Drago and hooks the leg.

ONE
TWO

Drago kicks out again and Savannah looks at the referee asking if it was three

KAYDEN ELLIS: Savannah almost pulled off the upset!. And I mean that as no disrespect but Drago is a champion, a dominant champion and Savannah is new here.

ALARA ADAMS: It would be an upset but we also know Savannah Sunshine is talented and alot tougher than she looks.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It seems as though Savannahs kety to win here is to strike and create distance, she’s faster than Drago.

ALARA ADAMS: But Drago is taller, has a better reach and if he gets his hands on any of your extremities there could be some kind of bone breaking.

Savannah grabs Drago by the head and runs up the corner going for a tornado DDT, but Drago throws Savannah off as they turn, she lands on her feet and steps forward right into a throat thrust from Drago, Savannah holds her neck and steps back, Drago grabs Savannah by the head and arm whipping her over in a throw before slamming Savannahs hand down and then stomping on her fingers, Savannah sits up holding her right hand, Drago reaches down and grabs her left hand separating her middle and pointer fingers before pulling them out leading to a sickening snap sound that gets a loud and audible grown from the crowd. Jason paces around the outside of the ring as Savannah screams in pain.

ALARA ADAMS: That sound always gets me, it makes my skin crawl and my stomach turn

KAYDEN ELLIS: I like it...I find it calming...

ALARA ADAMS: The fuck is wrong with you?

Savannah rolls to the side and kicks her legs out trying to keep Dragon back, Drago though catches her leg and pulls Savannah to the middle of the ring by it, he then jumps up and drops his knee right into the joint of Savannahs knee and pulls her leg up, Savannah again screams in pain and Drago laughs looking around ringside before standing up with Savannah’s leg again, this time Savannah pushes up and hops on her free leg, she jumps up and hits an enziguri to the side of Dragos head, Drago drops down to knee, Savannah pops up and in desperation leaps forward hitting the shining wizard she calls the shiniest rainbow! Before she can get to Drago and go for a pin though Drago rolls from the ring and lands on the floor.

Savannah gets to her feet and shakes out her knee and then her fingers, Drago breathes deep and gets to his feet, he looks up to see Jason Long standing near him, the referee tells Long to step back and he and Drago start to have some words, but this gives Savannah time as she hits the ropes and leaps from the ring down onto Drago with a tope suicida!. Savannah pops up and smiles before hugging Jason and then staying on Drago pulling him up and rolling him into the ring, Savannah climbs nto the top rope taking a little longer than normal because of the shot to the knee she took earlier, she measures Drago and takes to the air with a meteora off the top rope, they land hard and Savannah dives on Drago

ONE
TWO

Drago kicks out again!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was so close!

ALARA ADAMS: We almost had that upset! But Savannah has to stay on Drago.

Savannah gets up and shakes her head, unsure of what she has to do to to keep Drago down, she calls for the candyland destroyer, as Drago starts to get up she sets up for it, but Drago blocks it, he then stands up to back body drop Savannah over him, Savannah pushes off Drago and front flips onto her feet but she turns around right into the white wedding by Drago! He plants Savannah and goes for the pin.

ONE
TWO

Savannah kicks out!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The momentum just keeps switching.

ALARA ADAMS: Drago seems angry that Savannah would dare kick out and not just give up.

Drago pushes to his feet and looks to punish Savannah, he grabs her arm and rolls her over placing her arm on the ground, he bends her elbow and goes to stomp on it, but Savannah pulls her arm away at the last second…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Uh-oh...I don’t think Jason likes the look of this.

Jason Long hops up onto the ring apron, reaches into the ring and grabs Drago from behind. The Prime Champion shakes loose and turns to look at Jason.

ALARA ADAMS: Shit! Look at the fire in Drago’s eyes.

Drago turns back around, only to be kicked in the stomach…

KAYDEN ELLIS: CANDYLAND DESTROYER!!! SAVANNAH JUST HIT DRAGO WITH HER SPECIAL FRONT-FLIP PILEDRIVER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah hooks Drago’s leg and pushes down on him with all her might...

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: AND YOUR WINNER...SAVANNAH...SUUUUUUUNNNSSHIIIIINNNNEEE!!!

Jason Long slides into the ring as Savannah jumps to her feet. The fans cheer loudly as they embrace.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wow, what a way to make your presence known on Fallout. Savannah is now two-and-oh...and sports wins against Pat the Postman and Tyler Bradford of Proving Ground...AND NOW the Prime Champion himself, Drago Santiago.

ALARA ADAMS: Well her and Jason are oblivious to the fact that Drago is back up to his feet. And that fire in his eyes I was talking about earlier...has become five-alarm.

Drago bounces off the ropes and comes flying in as Jason and Savannah finally turn around. A well placed dropkick sends Jason Long into the corner and before Savannah could react, Drago was already up to his feet and landed a headbutt square into her forehead...sending her to the mat.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Drago is eyeing her up like she is Sunday brunch!!!

Drago reaches down and grabs Savannah’s right arm, flipping her onto her stomach. He pulls her arm back and eyes up her bent elbow. Jason Long suddenly jumps to his feet and looks to run in to save the day..but Drago’s focus quickly meets his.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: You move...and not only will I break her arm...I will snap every finger she has. Do you understand me?

Jason’s eyes dart back and forth between Drago and Savannah.

ALARA ADAMS: You know...I’m...I’m slightly turned on by this.

KAYDEN ELLIS: By Drago’s madness? Or Jason’s actions to want to save the love of his life?

ALARA ADAMS: Both.

The fans suddenly get into an uproar as Pyro bursts out from the curtains and comes running down the entrance ramp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ope! Pyro is out here now. And we know he has some unfinished business with Drago Santiago.

Pyro slides into the ring, standing up next to Jason.

ALARA ADAMS: Is this Pyro becoming...human? Is he feeling sympathy? Or is this just him taking the opportunity to pounce on the Champion?

Pyro looks at Jason, who seems uneasy with Pyro standing next to him. But Pyro points at himself, then Jason...then at Drago. Jason nods his head as he puts all of his attention back on Santiago.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Seems like the champ is outnumb-

Before Kayden could finish his sentence, Pyro grabs Jason and turns him around.

ALARA ADAMS: THE PYRO MASSACRE!!! FIREBALL TO THE FACE!!!

Jason grabs at his face and stumbles backwards to a waiting Drago Santiago, who has let go of Savannah’s arm. Drago grabs him and spins him around. He reaches around his chest, hooking up under his arm...lifts him up...WHITE WEDDING!!! WHITE WEDDING ONTO JASON LONG AND THE KING IS LAYING UNCONSCIOUS ON THE MAT!!!

The fans erupt in boos.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell just happened here. Did...did Pyro come out to help Drago?

Fans explode!

ALARA ADAMS: AND THE MADNESS CONTINUES!!! HERE COMES JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!!!

Julius comes running down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope as Drago and Pyro both quickly slide out. Julius pops to his feet as the dark duo walk around the ring and begin making their way up the entrance ramp. With his eyes locked on them, Julius bends down to check on Savannah first, before turning his attention to Jason.









A group of refs and officials can be seen gathered around in a circle, talking amongst themselves.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Okay, okay...what is going on?

The group turn and see the General Manager and split apart to show two of the medical crew, working on an unconscious Julius Fairweather.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK HAPPENED HERE???

Arik Holt steps out from behind one of the refs and shrugs his shoulders.

OFFICIAL: We’re not sure, sir. One of the workers found him like this.

Christian looks around and he can see signs of a fight. Broken tables, items in disarray, a folding chair that looks bent.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Why can’t these fuckers save this shit for the ring. That’s what those fans are paying for!!! Goddamn it!!!

Christian turns and walks off in a fit as Arik Holt quickly runs to follow him.




ALARA ADAMS: Well, as it was announced on the card, we’re now about to see the celebration of new Ascension champion Kasey Winterborn.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Christian DeMarco put this all together, as a tribute to one of Project Honor’s most enduring members of the roster. She’s been a mainstay since the company first opened its doors, and finally she’s achieved the success that’s been eluding her thus far.

The ring is set up with a red carpet covering the canvas, with a small table in the centre holding a bottle of champagne and some glasses. Soon enough, “Warrior” begins to play over the speakers, and the crowd cheers loudly as Kasey Winterborn walks out onto the stage, smiling brightly and staring around at the crowd. She’s dressed in a black cropped shirt and baggy orange pants, with her Ascension title proudly displayed on her shoulder. As she walks down to the ring, she takes the time to slap hands with the fans on either side of the walkway, even giving some of the younger fans a hug here and there as well. She arrives at the ring, climbing the stairs and stepping through the ropes. The crowd is at full fervour now, standing on their feet and keeping the cheers going while Kasey looks around with a smile and what looks like tears shining in her eyes. She picks up a microphone that was on the table as her music fades away and the crowd settles back down.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Wow. This is...I’m stunned. I am legitimately speechless. I was just happy enough to win the title, but to have this…

She gets a little choked up, lowering the microphone down slightly to compose herself.

KASEY WINTERBORN: I can’t tell you all how much this truly means to me. I know a lot of people think that the Ascension title is just the bottom rung, but to me it represents so much more. It represents the struggles and the sacrifices I’ve made over my career finally paying off. It took me so long to get to this point, and I’m just so grateful to Project Honor for giving me a chance and seeing something in me that at times I’ve not always seen myself. And of course, I have to thank all of you.

She gestured around to the crowd, who cheered and clapped wildly at the recognition.

KASEY WINTERBORN: All you fans, whether you’re here live or watching from home...I can’t thank you all enough. You’ve all supported me through all the highs, and the lows. Your support and encouragement have meant everything to me over the last few years. I wouldn’t be standing here in this ring, holding this title, if you all didn’t believe in me. So from the bottom of my heart...thank you. I just hope that I do you all proud.

The crowd starts cheering wildly again as Kasey picks up one of the champagne glasses and raises it up in a toast.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Here’s to the future, and a lengthy title reign!

She is about to take a drink, when the light dims and changes into the red light




The smoke begins to fill the floor



The light turns back into the bright white as Daniel Horror comes out from the entrance area, holding a large red storage container.



The light turns into the normal light as Horror walks into the ring, tossing the storage container over the ropes first. The moment the container hits the mat, the top comes off and broken beer bottle shards spill out onto the mat.

ALARA ADAMS: Daniel Horror looks like he was tired of watching Kasey celebrate in the back. He wants that title back.

Before Daniel can move towards Kasey, “This Is Our War” by Halocene plays through the speakers and the fans begin to cheer.

Atlas emerges onto the stage in wrestling boots in and black denim pants, also carrying a large storage container...but his is blue. He also has a half-blue-half-red rally flag draped around his shoulders. He makes his way down to the ring as stagehands quickly clear away all the celebratory stuff that was there for Kasey. As Eli gets onto the apron, he opens the storage container and tosses it into the ring, spreading the broken beer bottle pieces everywhere.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Two hungry former Champions...and the CURRENT Champion. This should be interesting.





CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following is a Broken Beer Bottle Match for the ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! The challengers are Daniel Horror and Eli Atlas...and the Champion is KASEY WINTERBORN!!!

Fans pop!

A ref has made his way down to the ring and has taken the Ascension Championship from Kasey. He reaches out of the ring and hands it to Clara Olson.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Horror seems to have spread those glass shards all over the ring.

Both Horror and Eli rush forward towards Kasey, who manages to duck under a right hook but Eli, but Daniel catches her with a forearm...sending her into the corner. As Eli begins to rain down closed fists onto Kasey, Daniel grabs the ropes and uses them as leverage to lay boots into Kasey’s midsection. A few seconds of this and the Ascension Champion is down on her knees, still taking the beating. Both men pull away as Daniel grabs her and pulls her to her feet, before throwing her back in the corner. As Eli steps away, Daniel begins to throw shoulder’s into Kasey’s midsection, repeatedly ramming her into the corner.

ALARA ADAMS: Are they really double-teaming her?

KAYDEN ELLIS: In all fairness, she did win the title in a match with five people combined. So I am sure she is starting to get used to a match with multiple people gunning for her.

Daniel turns his back to Kasey, reaching up and grabbing her around the neck before flipping her over his shoulder. With a small whimper, Kasey lands back first on a small pile of glass. Daniel quickly drops down and grabs Kasey in a rear naked chokehold as Eli just watches.

ALARA ADAMS: So Eli is going to sit there and watch this happen?

KAYDEN ELLIS: He is letting Daniel beat Kasey down AND watching Daniel tire himself out. It’s smart thinking!

OH! And Eli with a knee strike to Kasey’s face! And another! AND ANOTHER! Blood begins to pour from Kasey’s nose as the two men are just focusing all of their energy on her.

CROWD: GET-UP-KA-SEY!!! GET-UP-KA-SEY!!! GET-UP-KA-SEY!!!

Daniel Horror pulls Kasey to her feet, pressing her up against the ropes. Both men grab her by the arm and WHIP her across the ring. Winterborn bounces off the ropes and comes flying back, glass crunching under every step. Eli and Daniel grab hands and attempt a clothesline, but Kasey smartly ducks under them. Atlas and Horror turn around as Kasey bounces off the ropes she originally came from. She comes flying back...RUNNING ENZUIGIRI ONTO ELI ATLAS!!! Eli crashes into Daniel, preventing him from moving forward, but Horror still stays on his feet...he gets his balance...AND KASEY OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SITOUT JAWBREAKER!!! Kasey slowly gets back to her feet and rests against the ropes for a moment.

ALARA ADAMS: THERE’S MY GIRL!!!

Kasey pushes off the ropes, gingerly pushing herself towards Daniel Horror, who has pulled himself up to the second rope. She places her knee into his back and grabs the rope, pulling it tightly against Daniel Horror’s throat!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And now your girl is trying to kill a man.

ALARA ADAMS: He attacked her first! All she was trying to do was just celebrate her Ascension Championship!

With her knee still in his back, Kasey reaches down and grabs a large shard of glass, before bringing it up to Daniel and DIGGING IT INTO HIS FOREHEAD!!! Blood begins to pour down Daniel’s face!

CROWD: MAKE-HIM-PAY!!! MAKE-HIM PAY!!! MAKE-HIM-PAY!!!

Kasey lets go of Daniel, moving a few feet from him as he drops down onto his back, holding both of his hands at his gashed open forehead. Kasey looks at Eli, who has made it up to one knee. She drops the bloody glass shard she used on Daniel...and picks up a beer bottle that surprisingly seemed unscathed through the breaking process the stagehands had to go through for this match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I still can’t believe James Edgebrook drank all these beers.

ALARA ADAMS: I still think he did it to keep away from seeing Julius again.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well Julius has enough of his own problems right now.

Kasey whistles, catching Eli’s attention. He turns his head towards her, only to have to use his quick reflexes to catch the unbroken beer bottle she just threw at him. But before he could make another move, Kasey charges into and hits a HUGE RUNNING KNEE STRIKE...DRIVING THE BOTTLE INTO ELI’S FOREHEAD AND SHATTERING IT!!! ELI GOES FLYING THROUGH THE ROPES AND CRASHES ONTO THE MATS ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: She is a woman possessed! She just won that title, she is NOT going to lose it now!

Kasey turns around...EYE RAKE BY DANIEL HORROR!!! Kasey is grabbing at her eyes in pain as Daniel can barely see her through the crimson mask he is wearing! Daniel scoops her up...charges into the corner...AND SLAMS HER BACK FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Blood is starting to soak the back of her shirt as the shredded back of her shirt shows large cuts. Horror drops her onto the mat in the corner...climbs up to the second turnbuckle...jumps...AND DRIVES HIS BOOTS INTO THE MIDSECTION OF THE ASCENSION CHAMPION!!!

Meanwhile, Eli slides back into the ring, blood pouring from a gash on his head. In his hands, he holds a broken beer bottle top with jagged edges on the bottom.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That sure looks like it is going to cause some damage.

Daniel Horror turns and sees Eli...he charges towards him but Eli drops down...BACKBODY DROP AND DANIEL HORROR GOES FLYING INTO THE AIR...AND COMES CRASHING DOWN FACE FIRST ONTO A PILE OF GLASS!!! DANIEL HORROR IS OUT COLD AND A POOL OF BLOOD IS SLOWLY BEGINNING TO SEEP OUT FROM WHERE HIS HEAD IS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: That looks...painful.

Eli looks up at Kasey...KICK TO THE GUT BY WINTERBORN! DDT ONTO THE BROKEN GLASS!!! KASEY TURNS ELI OVER AND HE HAS A SHARD OF GLASS STICKING OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! SHE HOOKS THE LEG!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
TH-KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: If that was me, I’d have let her pin me.

ALARA ADAMS: Just to have her on top?

KAYDEN ELLIS: No, because I’d want that piece of glass out of my forehead!!!

Kasey climbs to her feet, broken glass falling from her shirt where she had laid on the mat. She watches as Eli slowly sits up, feeling at his forehead where the glass shard is embedded. Atlas reaches out and uses the ropes to help himself up to his feet. Kasey quickly climbs to the top rope and begins to measure Eli up.

ALARA ADAMS: Be careful Kasey. If you try a big move and you miss...that is a LOT of glass on that mat.

Aware of the situation, Eli grabs the rope and yanks on it...AND KASEY DROPS DOWN...STRADLING THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! Eli runs over and quickly climbs up onto the ropes with Kasey. He grabs her around the waist...BUT HEADBUTT BY KASEY AND ELI LET’S GO!!! Eli rocks forward...still barely holding on and standing on that middle rope. Kasey hooks his arms...SHE JUMPS WITH ELI…

KAYDEN ELLIS: LITTLE MISS VEX ONTO ALL THAT GLASS!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Kasey flips the bloody Eli Atlas over onto his back. She hooks the leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...AND STILL FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPION...KASEY...WIIIINNNTTTEEERRRBOOOORRRNNN!!!

The ref helps a bleeding and cut up Kasey, to her feet. He hands her the Ascension Championship and raises her hand into the air. Unknown to her, Daniel Horror has just made it up to his feet behind her. He grabs the jagged bottle top Eli Atlas had earlier and begins to slowly pull himself towards the unsuspecting Kasey Winterborn.

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. “Every Breath You Take” by Chase Holfelder begins to play over the speaker system.



Every breath you take,
Every move you make.

The lights come back on with a red tint, and now Kasey is suddenly in the ring by herself. No ref, no Daniel Horror, not even Eli Atlas.

Every bond you break,
Every step you take,
I’ll be watching you.

The creepy music continues without words as Kasey looks around, her Ascension Championship Title clutched in her hands. But there is no one around her. The camera’s hold on the image of Kasey looking around confused, but still the Ascension Champion.

The camera’s slowly fade out to the Project: Honor logo.