4/22/2021 - FALLOUT V: Gooey Raspberry Filling

Our scene opens and we find ourselves in the office of Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco. Dressed in a dark green polo shirt and a pair of darker beige khakis, he faces the camera with his hands folded on his desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hello friends and welcome to the FIFTH episode of Fallout. Some people didn’t think we would make it this far. Hell, some people were betting against us making it past the first episode...but here we are.

DeMarco smirks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And while I want to give a little bit of pomp and circumstance, I need to start the show off concerning the events that happened last time on Fallout.

We cut to a clip from the last episode of Fallout, with Drago Santiago versus Savannah Sunshine.

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.

The clip fades back to DeMarco sitting at his desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: While I am one who loves to watch the chaos unfold week-in and week-out, I don’t know if I can stand with the cowardice that Drago Santiago, our Prime Champion, showed on the last show. It is appalling and this extra curricular shit that is happening AFTER the bell, is ridiculous and is in no way shape or form, indicative of the kind of show I want to put on for the fans. This does not look good for Drago, it does not look good for me, it does not look good for the whole Fallout roster.

Christian takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Then after a commercial break, we find Julius Fairweather...who managed to stop the madness in the ring by running in after that clip you just saw...laid out on the ground in the back. More cowardice by this new found duo...Drago Santiago and Pyro. I once looked at Pyro as the bringer of new beginnings...the cleanser of filth. But now...now he has stood beside Drago and continued these acts of atrocity. So for his actions against Fairweather, I am booking Pyro and Julius to face each other at Disputed Territory.

The fans cheering in the arena can be heard.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And because Fairweather was the one attacked last week...I am going to give him the advantage. I will let HIM choose what type of match it is.

The fans cheer louder.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now I know, some of you are asking…”But Mr. DeMarco, didn’t you say you were here to talk about Drago and Jason?” ...to which I answer yes. I just wanted to make Drago hang on it for a moment, seeing what consequences his partner gets for his actions. You see, word has gotten around that Fallout likes to rip-off some ideas from other places...copy them and use them as our own. SO...I’m going to rip a partial idea off of Proving Ground’s Public Execution...but put a Fallout twist on it.

He leans forward in his chair, moving more towards the camera.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: At Disputed Territory, Drago Santiago will face Jason Long, for Drago’s own Prime Championship.

Fans explode.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And for that little Fallout twist. If Pyro wants to come running in, he is more than welcome to. If Julius or Savannah want to come running in, they are more than welcome to. But let it be known...the barricades will be removed. The partitions keeping our loyal fan base back, will be taken away. And they will be given permission to have at it as they please...as this will be a FAN LUMBERJACK MATCH!!!

CROWD: HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!! HO-LY SHIT!!!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So Drago wants to think he can get away with this idiocy and spit in the face of Fallout and it’s roster. Now he will be surrounded by THOUSANDS of the people who boo and cheer for him on a daily basis. He will be surrounded by the very people who make this place what it is!

He leans back in his chair.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And now that we’ve settled that little bit of a mess...let’s get on with our show, shall we? WELCOME FANS...TO FALLOUT FIVE!!!






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

“ROSES ARE REDD, VIOLETS ARE BLUE!”
“FALLHOOT!!!”
“dickie says #FUCKFALLOUT”
“I BOW BEFORE SAINT DRAGO”
“!FIREBALL!”

‘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 Havoc getting the tag team win with The Gym Coach, slapping Logan Burgess with a ‘Dead Trigger’.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut to Pyro laying out Martha Atlas with ‘The Crucifixion’.

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

Switch to Elena DeDraca absolutely destroying Zack Tyler with move after spectacular move.

But for now I stand alone

Alice Knight dropping Julius Fairweather with ‘The Apache’.

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

Pixie Sloane blasting Crash Rodriguez with the ‘Pixie Dust’ as Kayla Richards lay unconscious 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 hitting ‘The White Wedding’ on Jason Long.


Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Kasey Winterborn, covered in glass, holding her Ascension Championship into the air over a fallen Eli Atlas and Daniel Horror.

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

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



But then the screen glitches out for a moment and we get a new logo.









CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen, I understand it is a little weird to be stepping into the ring with the man who is supposed to be in charge of the investigation into this creepy shit going on...

KASEY WINTERBORN: It is a bit odd.

GM DeMarco and Ascension Champion Kasey Winterborn can be seen walking down a hallway. Arik Holt walks behind them, carrying Kasey’s bags.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Arik and I talked about it and we figured it would be a good idea for him to step into the ring with you. This way if this character tried anything, Arik would be there already.

Kasey nods her head back and forth, contemplating the idea.

KASEY WINTERBORN: While I can definitely take care of myself, I do appreciate the idea.

DeMarco leads Kasey up to a door, marked with her name on it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m going to open it, just in case. Is that okay?

KASEY WINTERBORN: Yeah, that’s fine.

With a slow creek, DeMarco turns the doorknob and pushes open the door. There are no flowers this time. The room looks completely normal...with exception to a message written on the mirror in what appears to be red lipstick. Kasey peeks into the room and reads the message out loud.

KASEY WINTERBORN: “Little Ms. Winterborn, please do not fear. I simply want to help you, to boost your career. Far too many in this business wish to do you harm. Whether by bludgeoning you, destroying you, or by laying on the charm.”

Kasey pauses for a moment as Arik peaks at the message from behind Christian and Kasey.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: MotherFUCKER! ARIK!

Christian turns towards his Assistant GM.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I want you to get security and check every camera or ANYTHING we can get...to see if there is any funny business going on around here. This is ridiculous.

Arik nods his head, placing Kasey’s luggage on the ground before turning and running off. Christian turns to Kasey, a concerned look on his face.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m sorry. We’ll move you to a different room. Hell, take my office and I’ll come into this room. This is just completely unacceptable.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Okay, thank you. I understand you are trying here, boss. I just don’t understand why this psycho chose me.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Why do these crazy fuckers do anything, right? Now let’s get you into my office. Plus, I’ll get some of these security guys to watch the room as well.

Christian picks up Kasey’s luggage and starts to walk off. Kasey looks at the message one more time, before turning and following him back down the hallway.








CLARA OLSON: The opening match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...

She walked out with the puppet, then danced it, glanced around with frightening eyes, smiled and walked quickly, staring at both sides of the viewer. Before going into a chair to sit up in a ring , wait for the opponent, or if the opponent waits and smile at the opponent in horror.

CLARA OLSON: Weighing in at one-hundred and fifteen pounds from Kansas City Missouri, MARTH ATLAS

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

Blank stare, Disrepair, There's a big black hole. Gonna eat me up someday, Someday fades away. Like a memory. Or a place that you'd rather be

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

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent, weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds from NORWICH ENGLAND she is the Fallout Noble Champion….THE DREAMKILLER KAYLA RICHARDS

DING! DING! DING!

The bell goes off and Kayla Richards storms across the ring and leaps up with a dropkick to the side of Martha Atlas’ head taking her down starting off fast. Kayla shakes her head and sits Martha up before blasting her in the back with a stiff penalty kick. Martha arches her back and Kayla hits the ropes before hitting a second PK this time toi Martha’s chest. Martha goes down and Kayla walks over to the ropes leaning her arms on the top and putting her foot on the bottom rope before shaking her head in annoyance.

ALARA ADAMS: Well, Kayla isn’t wasting any time tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: After Fallout four she seemed to have a chip on her shoulder. The whole issue with Pixie Sloane getting a win over her has made Kayla snap

ALARA ADAMS: Technically Pixie beat Crash, she didn’t pin Kayla or make her submit

KAYDEN ELLIS: It still goes down as a loss, Kayla needs to get used to that.

Martha pulls herself up as Kayla stalks her, Martha gets to the corner and leans back onto the top and middle ropes, Kayla steps in and blasts Martha with a hard forearm, and another and another picking up the pace with each shot rocking Atlas forcing her head to snap back and the sound of flash on flash to echo throughout the arena. The brazillian fans in attendance boo as Kayla looks around at them with a sick grin as Martha slumps down into the corner. Kayla backs up and then runs in an arc around the ring before leaping in the air and crashing down against Martha with a hesitation dropkick. Martha rolls out from the corner holding her chest and Kayla walks over to the corner reaching out and grabbing the bottom of the camera lens to make sure the camera focuses on her.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Hey, I told you, I warned you. You push me and I feel the need to send a message. This trash, this pretend psycho, she has no right to be in the ring with me, and neither does Pixie Sloane. Your other champions have failed you Project Honor...but you want violence? You can count on me…

ALARA ADAMS: Did Kayla just cut a promo while whipping Martha’s ass?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yes

ALARA ADAMS: She is low key my hero.

KAYDEN ELLIS: There is nothing Low key about it….

Martha is back up to her feet again but Kayla shakes her head almost angry that Martha got up, Martha swings a right at Kayla who just steps back and uses her height advantage to poke Martha in the eye, she steps back and the referee admonishes Kayla who puts her hands up in a defensive way as the boos reign down. But Kayla then goes back on the attack and shoves Martha backwards before hitting a vicious knife edge chop to her chest, she shoves Martha back again and hits another one. It sounds like a gunshot and Martha stumbles from the corner, Kayla runs and hits a step up enziguri right to the side of Martha’s head. Martha goes down and Kayla smirks before sliding from the ring and reaching in grabbing her leg. She pulls on it and rams her right knee into the ring post again and again.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh come on Kayla, there is no need for this. No need at all

ALARA ADAMS: In Kaylas mind she isn’t given the respect she deserves. Her record doesn't look that impressive despite what she did in the Tyrant match and despite not actually losing in the triple threat and of course Jason Longs fluke win

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kayla may have done well in the Tyrant match but she still lost. Shawn Warstein pinned her, she got beaten fair and square by Jason long and Pixie got the win on Crash before Kahyla could and Kayla FAILED to stop her. These are all facts…

Kayla moves the ring steps away from the corner post, she pulls Martha leg down between the steps and the post before pushing the steps back against her knee. Martha is trapped and Kayla steps back before running and hitting a dropkick to the steps crushing Martha's leg between the post and the steps. Martha Atlas screams in pain and Kayla laughs as the referee helps Martha free her leg.

ALARA ADAMS: WHOA...Even I think that was excessive

KAYDEN ELLIS: You think? I’m not the biggest Martha Atlas fan but she doesn’t deserve that.

Martha crawls across the ring, she tries to get up but collapses back down holding her knee. Kayla slides back into the ring with a sick grin watching Martha try and get away, She steps on Martha's ankle on the leg she just destroyed. Martha looks up and begs off but Kayla just laughs and jumps up stomping down right on the joint!. Martha screams in pain and holds her knee as Kayla simply walks away and Martha again tries to get to the ropes. She pulls herself up onto the second rope and Kayla comes flying in out of nowhere with the DREAMKILLER!. Martha is out and goes down. Kayla drops and makes the cover.

ONE!
TWO!!

Kayla pulls Martha up by her hair!. She then turns and wraps her arm around Martha's head and pulls her into the body scissors for the ghostlock!. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell because Martha is out and not responding.

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match via referee stoppage...THE DREAMKILLER KAYLA RICHARDS.

“Deep” hits again and Kayla takes the Noble championship off the ringside attendant raising it up as the referee throws up the “X” signalling for the EMTs. Kayla looks over at them and watches as they take Martha out of the ring. She walks over and grabs a microphone as her music dies down.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I told you. I told you all there would be a price that needed to be paid. This isn’t the first time I have done something like this but everyone else on this goddamn brand is all talk, from the Legacy Champion, to Kevin Hunter to Zack Tyler...I am the real deal. I will do anything and everything, cross every line and end any career I choose….and I am just getting started…

She throws the microphone down as “Deep” starts up again.












We open back up in the ring where we see the Fallout GM, Christian DeMarco, standing in the middle of the ring in the same green polo and khaki pants from earlier, a microphone in his hand. Behind him is a table covered in a navy-green cloth and has a clipboard holding some papers on it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hello, my Fallout Friends and Family!

Fans pop.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What an honor it is, to stand before you tonight, IN GOIANIA, BRAZIL!!!

The fans explode.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And here tonight, we will be signing two young ladies, to compete at Disputed Territory for the FALLOUT NOBLE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The Goiania Arena goes nuts!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So, introducing first...the challenger. From Los Angeles, California...please welcome...KAGOME AKAIBARA!!!

“♫Music♪ - カミイロアワセ · binaria” pumps out of the speakers as Kagome steps out of the back. The fans half-hearted boo at her as she stares at DeMarco in the ring, knowing their already rocky standing.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Don’t be shy, Kagome. Come on down!

Slowly Kagome walks down the entrance ramp, climbs up the stairs, and enters the ring through the middle ropes that Christian is holding open for her. She quickly walks over to the other side of the table, making sure there is something between her and the General Manager. Her music slowly fades out.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And the person she will be facing at Disputed Territory...from Norwich, England...THEE FALLOUT NOBLE CHAMPION HERSELF...KAYLA RICHARDS!!!

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.




Kayla Richards steps out wearing a black leather coat with no sleeves and instead black mesh replacing it, the Noble Championship in her right hand.. She moves down to the ring ignoring everyone around her before moving up to the ring steps and climbing in under the middle rope. Her music slowly dies out as she hoists the Noble Title over her left shoulder.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hello, Kayla. Thank you for coming back out here tonight after simply DESTROYING some of our dead weight. As everyone knows, I have you both out here, to sign the contract for you both to meet at Disputed Territory.

Christian turns to look at Akaibara.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Kagome, you won that opportunity by defeating Finale at Wired Consequences. I originally had more people planned to be in that match, but due to some unforeseen circumstances...those plans fell apart...as did Finale that night. I must say, we did not get the Finale I had expected and YOU took advantage of the situation.

He turns back to Kayla.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And you, Kayla...you held on to that title despite some not giving you much of a chance against Jason Long. But you found a way and you retained. But tonight, I want to begin painting the picture for you both, for Disputed Territory. I want to point you both in one direction and let you at it. I want to-

“Fairies Wear Boots” by Black Sabbath explodes out, causing fans to lose their minds as Pixie Sloane steps out of the back. With a smirk on her face she walks down the entrance ramp, her chin up as she stares at the ring. Kayla Richards gives her a deep scowl as a smile appears on DeMarco’s face. Behind both of them, Kagome still is keeping her eye on the GM.

As Pixie slides into the ring under the bottom rope, she pops to her feet and her music ends. She reaches her hand out to DeMarco, who hands her his microphone.

PIXIE SLOANE: So let me see if I understand this all correctly. It took some digging...but I see that Kagome Akaibara here...has never faced Kayla before. And since JOINING Project: Honor, her only win is against an old has-been who isn’t even on the roster anymore. Am I getting this so far?

DeMarco nods his head.

PIXIE SLOANE: So I’ve only been in the Project: Honor fold for two shows here...and I have already acquired more wins than Kagome has. And not only that, but I actually have a win over Ms Richards here.

DeMarco turns and looks at Kayla, mouthing the words ‘She has a point’.

PIXIE SLOANE: Now I’m not saying Kagome didn’t win her title shot...but the question begs to be asked, did...she...earn it? A one-and-three wrestler, earns a title shot by beating a one-and-two wrestler...while someone like myself who is sitting pretty at two-and-oh...might just get a regular throw away match at the pay-per-view? Now, Mr. DeMarco, I implore you...how is that fair?

CROWD: PI-XIE! PI-XIE! PI-XIE!

PIXIE SLOANE: With this in mind, I have come out to ask you...before this contract is signed or finalized or whatever you want to do with it, make Kagome put her contendership on the line. At the next Fallout, I want to go one-on-one with Kagome Akaibara for the right to face Kayla Richards for her Noble Championship, at Disputed Territory. What do you say, Christian?

Pixie hands the microphone back to the GM. He turns slightly and looks at Kagome, a smile on his face.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What do you think, Kagome?

Without hesitation, Kagome nods her head, agreeing with the match. DeMarco smirks and turns back to Pixie.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well young lady, looks like you have yourself a match. Now how about we do the ol’ professional thing and shake on it?

Christian steps out of the way and motions for Pixie to go to Kagome. Slowly Pixie walks between DeMarco and a scowling Kayla Richards. Pixie stops at the table, looking over it at Kagome Akaibara, before reaching out her right hand. Before Kagome could return the handshake, Kayla turns Pixie around, and grabs her up under the neck. Catching Pixie off guard, Kayla runs up the ropes and pushes off...hitting a shiranui through the contract table.

The fans erupt in boos as Kayla stands back to her feet, picking up her Noble Championship Title, before exiting the ring. Kayla saunters up the entrance ramp, as the fans jeering rains down all around her. Meanwhile DeMarco is checking on Pixie as she starts to stir from the table shrapnel.














CLARA OLSON: The following match is scheduled for one fall introducing first.,...

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.

CLARA OLSON: 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 pounds…

ALARA ADAMS: Zack Tyler always looks creepy but he hasn’t been able to have success here in Project Honor

KAYDEN ELLIS: Just because he tries to show this evil personality doesn’t mean it translates into being a great wre-..HEY WAIT!

Zack Tyler gets flattened from behind by Drago who runs him head first into the steel steps. He smiles and pulls Zack up before rolling him into the ring

DING! DING! DING!

With the match officially beginning Tyler gets to his feet and tries to attack Drago hitting a hard right hand. Drago’s head snaps back and all this does is anger the Prime champion, he blocks another shot from Zack, wraps his arm over Zacks and twists it up before lunging forward and hitting a headbutt to the side of Zacks face, he drops to one knee and Drago hits a punishing knee to the face of Tyler but then pulls him up keeping the wrapped over armbar pulling and twisting Zack upwards hearing a pop in his elbow. Drago then hits a few hard elbow strikes and then another headbutt. Zack drops to his knees and Drago switches grip grabbing Zacks hand, he then pulls his fingers apart “snapping” them. Zack crawls over to the corner cradling his left hand in his right.

ALARA ADAMS: DRAGO JUST SNAPPED THE FINGERS ON ZACK TYLERS LEFT HAND!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I hope the irony is not lost on people!. But the Prime champion has started off fast tonight. I think he’s looking to send a message…

Drago runs in with a head of steam as Zack stands in the corner he buries his knee right into Zack’s midsection and then grabs Zack’s wrist before pulling him from the corner and down twisting to land on top of Zack with a fujiwara armbar. Zack screams in pain as Drago smirks and grabs Zack’s fingers while holding him down in the armbar pulling back on them and then snapping them a second time, this time on Tyler’s right hand!. Tyler screams in pain and Drago just pulls his arm upwards again, the referee asking Tyler if he wants to quit, when Tyler screams no Drago nods and raises his eyebrows happy that he can keep going pulling Tylers arm upward in a violent manner.

ALARA ADAMS: This is hard to watch. Drago is an expert and manipulating joints and tearing soft tissue

KAYDEN ELLIS: And he has what I would consider to be a finger fetish

ALARA ADAMS: Well, I mean...when you put it THAT way.

Drago gets to his knees, and quickly transitions into a crucifix hold sliding across the back of Zack Tyler and rolling him over. Drago then slams in hard elbow shots over and over connecting with Tyler who cannot block them or avoid them. After Tyler refuses to give up again Drago slides his arm around Zacks neck, releases the crucifix and instead locks in a rear naked choke, but Zack is able to turn and twist is body ending up on top of Drago, but Drago kicks his leg up and hooks Zack in a triangle before twisting his body and pulling Zack down ending up back on top of Tyler with his leg wrapped sideways and around the neck of Zack Tyler. Drago then hits some hard rights and lefts to a defenceless Zack Tyler, Drago grabs Zack’s hand and his fingers before snapping them backwards again, he releases the triangle hold and Tyler rolls around holding his left hand again screaming in pain.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Zack Tyler’s fingers might be broken! Drago is not taking prisoners tonight he’s going scorched earth

ALARA ADAMS: This is what happens when you push someone like Drago Santiago. He’s going to break the next person in his way and show what kind of sick person he is

Drago moves around Zack and looks him up and down as Tyler holds his left hand, his fingers broken, if not dislocated. Drago shakes his head and looks for a moment like he might allow Zack to get up, Zack rolls over and is on all fours trying to get back to his feet. But then, Drago steps on his hands. Zack slowly looks up and shakes his head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I have a bad feeling about this

KAYDEN ELLIS: So does Zack…

Drago pushes down on Zacks hands before jumping and stomping his fingers. Zack looks at his hands staying on his knees as Drago smirks and then pulls him up hooking his arm around Zack's side, he then picks Zack up and spins planting him with the White wedding!. Drago pins.

ONE!
TWO!!

Tyler gets his shoulder up. Drago sighs and shakes his head mouthing “stupid” before grabbing Zacks arm, he then pulls it up towards Zacks own head and plants his hand down onto the mat, he then jumps up to his feet and stomps down directly onto Zack Tylers arm hitting the Lamb Sacrifice, but before Zack can finish reacting Drago moves to the other side and does it to the opposite arm. He keeps a hold of Zack’s wrist and then slides onto his chest grabbing each finger one by one snapping them, the crowd wincing with each one before completing the snap judgement and turning Zack over onto his stomach and bending his hand to his own back into the 1805!. Zack screams in pain and has to tap!

ALARA ADAMS: WHOA THAT’S IT

KAYDEN ELLIS: Zack Tyler had to tap then if not Drago Santiago was going to break his shoulder, wrist and every other part of his arm!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner via submission...the Prime Champion DRAGO SANTIAGO

Drago basks in the downpouring of boos that come down onto him from the crowd as medics run out to check on Zack Tyler.





We're In the backstage area and Pyro is pacing up and down. He wasn't nervous, he was just eager to get out there, and eager to go cause a Massacre in the ring. In his hands he has a matchbox as he strikes a match and watches it burn down. Once it had burned down enough, he put the flame out with his tongue as he jabbed the match down on it. Pyro then flicked the discarded match, only this time he unintentionally manages to hit Drago Santiago with it.

PYRO: Didn't see you there. You're lucky the match wasn't alit. Man, I'm so eager to get out there and Massacre everyone in the ring.

Pyro continued to pace up and down much to the annoyance of Drago.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Wouldn’t be the first time you attempted to light me ablaze, yeah? Wouldn’t that be borderline poetic?

Pyro just glances at Drago while flicking the match against the box lighting it up. Pyro just stops in his tracks, he was entranced as he watched the flame start to burn down.

PYRO: Fire is such a wonderful thing. Fire is a thing of beauty. Yet, it can cause a lot of pain too. I always see the beauty in watching as the flames burn someone and seeing the pain I'm their eyes.

Pausing for a moment, Pyro once again put the match out on his tongue and flicked the match away.

PYRO: As much as I love Fire, it's not the only thing I'm fixated on. I'm fixated on making others suffer too. Being the reason they're screaming out in pain. Watching as they beg me to stop, only for me to smirk and continuing to make them suffer. The world needs to suffer Drago, they need to suffer like I have. Alone I'm strong, but side by side we're stronger.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: I agree with you whole-heartedly. We might not share the same methods or share the same practices, but we both worship the same idol. I see so many opportunities for us to bask in the sun. Will Drago and Pyro be a forest fire spreading as far as the eye can see? Hell, maybe it’ll switch the offer way - that flame is going to be honed, potent, ripe with potential like a welders torch, so they can rebuild this place in their image?

A soft sigh, a shrug, and hands burying themselves in his pockets proceed his singsong tone continues to speak with a gentle hum as he tosses the match away.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: But iun think any of it matters lest you tell me why you didn’t kill me where I stood last show. Some think you saw an opportunity. Some thought maybe Pyro’s heart grew ten times larger that day. Iun what to think, but I don’t need hearts where I’m headed.

PYRO: Me? Have a heart?

Stopping on the spot, Pyro just looks at Drago and starts laughing.

PYRO: I sure as hell didn't do what I did because I have a heart, otherwise I'd have shot that Fireball in your face. I like your style in the ring, I had my reasons for doing what I did, it was for a greater cause. Don't worry, it's not some cult bullshit like the piece of shit you beat earlier. Let's just say I saw an opportunity that benefits those involved, and those that are against us, God can't even save them!!!

Drago Santiago clicks his teeth.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: I don’t think God would save them. After all, the first time he cleansed the world was by water. Second time? Well, you could say this ones free, yeah?

A hand covers his both as he flashes a Cheshire grin.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: And congrats on getting the right answer! Thems the magic words. Long as there’s a fire burning within you, I’m happy to feed others to it. Let’s devour them, yes?

A sickening but satisfying grin appears on Pyro's face.

PYRO: I'm ready to have fun and devour anyone and everyone who steps into Pyro's Playground. Starting with tonight in the Main Event. As for cleansing people with water that's no fun, but with fire, now we're speaking. I'll catch up with you after The Brazilian Massacre I cause out there.

With that, Pyro just taps Drago on the shoulder before giving a nod to him and heading off to his match.




Suddenly the lights in the arena dim down, as a single spotlight shines down on a well dressed man at the top of the ramp.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen please rise to your feet and stand at attention.



Announcer: I am proud to introduce you all to the TYRANT OF PROJECT HONOR! The Demi-God of Decrees, The Breaker of Wills, The Conqueror of The Weak, and One half of your Tag Team Champions…..

Just as the music begins to crescendo, gold sparks begin to rain down from the ceiling.

Announcer: SHAAAAAAWWWWNNNNN WAAAAARRRREASSSTTEEEEIIINN!!!!

The Tyrant walks out from the back to a chorus of jeers from the crowd. The Tag Team title slung over the left shoulder and ruby encrusted scepter in his right. As he raises the scepter in the air, the crowd begins to yell louder. With the back of his hand he waved off the crowd.

He confidently walks down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Shawn plays to the crowd for a moment before demanding a mic from the announcer. He seems to be taking too long for the Tyrant’s liking, as he snaps and barks at him. Shane paces the ring back and forth waiting for the boisterous crowd to calm down.

Tyrant Warstein: So this is what a Fallout show looks like? Excuse me FallHOOT...Sup Alice?...Otherwise... Seems kind of drab if you ask me. Hell Elena isn’t even here…. so all of your hopes to see even a halfway decent match falls on Kasey…. sup girl?.... and Holt…. wait…. Holt? Seriously? Aside for a few people in the back, this place is trash.

The crowd begins chanting “This is Fallout! Go Back Home!” Over and over again. Tyrant Warstein smiles for a second.

Tyrant Warstein: Ahh yes… the pathetic brand war that you have all drawn your respective lines in the sand. You know it’s not a fair fight right?.... Right? Yet I, as the Tyrant...and.

Warstein raises the Tag Team Title high in the air.

Tyrant Warstein: As one half of the dual branded Tag Team Champions Myself, as well as my partner James Raven, can go where we want… when we want. No decrees needed! But Shawn, I hear you asking yourself, why are you here shouldn’t you be preparing for Ozy?

Warstein holds up hand towards the camera.

Tyrant Warstein: First off… it’s Lord, Sire, Your Eminence…. you will treat me with the respect that I deserve and have earned, and if you don’t… I can make sure you’re no longer welcome to Project Honor shows.

Warstein begins tapping the scepter off of the top rope smiling widely as he points to a fan in the front row. Within a few seconds the fan is dragged away as Warstein’s smile somehow gets wider.

Tyrant Warstein: Just like that. Yet for how ignorant, moronic, and just disgusting as you all are, somehow by the grace of god… you raise a valid point.

Warstein gives the hard camera a cheesy smile and thumbs up.

Tyrant Warstein: I should be focusing on Ozy. I mean he’s had his sights set on me since I BEAT HIM, in the match that gave me all this power. Since the day I embarrassed him in front of thousands in attendance and millions watching at home. Then we all know what happened next…. an overgrown man, acted like a child and acted out.

One deep breath later The Tyrant continues.

Tyrant Warstein: I should’ve ended him right then and there, but I didn’t. I should’ve ended him during my coronation, after he ruined it, but I didn’t. Why didn’t I? I was trying to be nice.

Warstein shivers in the ring before continuing.

Tyrant Warstein: No longer will I make that mistake. I tried being a beacon of light. I wanted you all to see things my way without things having to get dirty. Without getting bloody. Without making children grow up without parents. From this day forward, I will run this Kingdom with an Iron Fucking Fi…….

The lights in the arena begin to flicker, stopping Warstein from finishing. As the slow, creeping sounds of Heilung start to play the lights around the entrance dim down to bare visibility. The drums of the song beat, as small glimpses of a rainstorm can be seen on screen. The stage itself begins to billow out a thick fog, a cold mist curling its way along the platform and down the ramp. Quickly, the stage itself is engulfed in the fog, as much of the ramp is also. A small light shines its weak glow from the entrance, shining against the figure of a man. His silhouette, huge in size against the soft light now moves as he does, down the ramp and through the curtain of mist. He emerges towards the end of the ramp, his form now fully visible… Ozymandias.

Ozymandias slowly makes his way down the ramp, never breaking his gaze towards Warstein. Warstein holds both his arms out as he stands in the middle of the ring. Begging Ozymandias to get into the ring with both hands.

Ozymandias grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron, eyes still locked on the now slowly retreating Warstein. What Warstein hasn’t noticed is that there are several men surrounding the ring, all dressed like Ozymandias all with their eyes locked onto Warstein. The Tyrant quickly ducks out of the ring and stands face to face with one of them and is taken aback. The man just points towards Ozymandias in the ring. Warstein turns around and smiles at Ozy.

Tyrant Warstein: Yeah sorry…. not today Bitch!

Warstein spins around shoving the man out of the way, and hops the barricade into the stands where the ruckus crowd begin to shove him and throw debris towards him. Without looking at those around him he shoves them aside while never looking away from Ozy.











CLARA OLSON: The following match is an ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH!!!

CROWD: KA-SEY! KA-SEY! KA-SEY!

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, the challenger. Coming to us from St. Paul, Minnesota...weighing in at one-hundred-and ninety-two pounds...he is the Assistant General Manager of Fallout...ARIK...HOOOOOLLLLTTTT!!!

The lights in the arena go out as the sounds of music playing in reverse echoes through the place. It is the beginning of 'The Greatest Show' by Panic! At The Disco.

#Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
Ladies and Gents, this is the moment you've waited for.

A lone spotlight shines down onto the entrance.

#Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
You've been searchin' in the dark, your sweat soakin' through the floor.

Multiple other smaller spotlights pop on and begin to quickly search through the arena's crowd.

#Wooo-OOO-Oo-oo-OOAH!!!
And buried in your bones, there's an ache that you can't ignore.

All the spotlights move and meet up with the original spotlight, pointing at the entrance way.

#Takin your breath, stealin' your mind.
And all that was real is left behind.

The music hits as Arik Holt steps out of the back, a smile on his face.

#Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' at you.
It's only this moment, don't care what comes after.

He begins his descent down the entrance ramp, looking out onto the cheering crowd, the spotlight following him.

#Your fever dream, can't you see gettin' closer?
Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over.

Arik slides into the ring under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet, making a b-line for the closest turnbuckle.

#It's fire, It's freedom, It's floodin' open.
It's the preacher in the pulpit and your blind devotion.

Still with the smile on his face, he climbs up onto the turnbuckle and looks out onto the crowd...pointing and waving to them.

#There's somethin' breakin' at the brick of every wall
That's holdin' all that you know,
So tell me do you wanna go?

Arik lifts his arms into the air as the spotlights all break apart again, roaming around the crowd and changing colors as they go.

#Where it's covered in all the colored lights,
Where the runaways are runnin' the night.

He hops down off the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite side of the ring, climbing up onto the turnbuckle and pointing to the crowd on that side of the ring.

#Impossible comes true, it's takin' over you…

Arik raises his arms again.

#Oh, this is the Greatest Show!

His music slowly begins to fade out as he climbs off of the turnbuckle and begins to stretch his arms, getting ready for the match. The lights come back on as the spotlights slowly trail off.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent…from Chicago, Illinois...weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds. SHE IS THE ASCENSION CHAMPION...The Wicked Little Machine..KASEY WIIIINNNTTERRRRBOOOORRRRNNNN!!!

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 appears 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 smile on her face and determination in her eyes, she raises her hands in the air to the overwhelming cheers of the crowd, the title shining proudly around her waist.

♫ 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 undoes her championship from around her waist and raises it in the air.

DING! DING! DING!

Kasey hands the ref her belt, before turning around to see Arik has a large white board in the ring, set up towards one of the corner turnbuckles. On it reads the words ‘Play Along’.

ALARA ADAMS: Wha-...what is he talking about?

Kasey looks at him, confusion written all over her face. Arik reaches behind the white board and grabs a folded-up metal chair and walks over to Kasey with it. He lifts it up and holds it horizontally and lightly taps Kasey with it in her abdomen.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I feel about as confused as Kasey looks.

Kasey Winterborn looks down at her stomach, then the chair, then up at Arik. Arik motions for her to ‘come on’ with his hand, then fakes falling to the ground...before pointing at her. With a slight pause, he taps her in the stomach again with the chair. At this point Kasey understands what he was getting at...and falls to the ground.

ALARA ADAMS: Is he...trying to call this stalker out?

Arik looks up into the rafters, then all around in the crowd...but nothing happens. Arik grips the legs of the chair and lifts it above his head, bringing it down very slow...tapping Kasey on the forehead. Again he lifts the chair up and starts frantically looking around.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well it doesn’t seem like it’s working.

Arik tosses the chair, drops down onto Kasey and hooks her leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

Kasey quickly sits up and stares a whole through Arik. Arik, realizing she thinks he truly tried to pin her, shakes his head and holds his hands up. Jumping to his feet, he walks backward to the board and points at the words ‘Play Along’ again.

ALARA ADAMS: Just slam him and finish this match, Kasey.

Arik looks towards the entrance and motions for someone to come out. Kasey, slowly standing to her feet, turns and looks at the entrance to see James Edgebrook step out of the back. Dressed in an ‘Edge’ t-shirt and black windbreaker pants, he is carrying a baseball bat in his right hand and slowly walking towards the ring. Kasey turns and looks at Arik...when the lights go out.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh shit…

‘Every Breath You Take’ by Chase Holfelder begins to fill the arena, where it had left off at the last Fallout.



Every single day,
Every word you say.

The lights kick back on, but they are now red. Edgebrook is gone, but Arik still stands in the ring with Kasey and the referee. With his back to the white board, Arik frantically looks around.

Every game you play,
Every night you stay,
I’ll be watching you.

Suddenly the white board is pushed to the side and there stands a person wearing something we haven’t seen since Wired Consequences...a red purge mask.

ALARA ADAMS: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT???

Oh can’t you see,
You belong to me.

Arik turns around only for the person to grab him by the head, jumps into the air and slams Arik face first into the ground with a sitout facebuster.

How my poor heart aches,
With every step you take.

The person in the red mask stands to their feet as the lights go out again. The music stops and after a few seconds pass, the lights kick back on as they normally should look. Arik Holt lay unconscious in the middle of the ring on his back, but the white board now says ‘PIN HIM’.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell just happened?

Kasey looks around and slowly gets down onto the mat, covering Arik gently. Her eyes dart around as her face looks more concerned than fearful.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Um...your winner...and STILL Ascension Champion...Kasey Winterborn.

The ref hands Kasey her Championship title before lifting her right hand into the air in victory. Everyone in the arena is slightly stunned as medics come rushing out to check on Arik Holt.

ALARA ADAMS: That was creepy as shit.

Kasey lowers her arms and holds her title tightly to her chest as her eyes keep looking out into the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that could give her a clue as to what the hell is going on.








Darkness encompasses the screen. A long moment passes uncomfortably still, until finally a smooth yet commanding voice shatters the silence.

"The darkness… it follows us. Not just when the sun surrenders to nightfall, but throughout each and every one of our days. Even with the artificial glows of our cellphones, our computers, our vehicle headlights… we live in a world of perpetual darkness. With barbaric practices that show no love for fellow beings - we walk in the darkness. With economic and social malpractice that feed the rich and starve the poor - we walk in the darkness. With violence, theft, lies and deceit - we walk in the darkness.

It's not a lighting issue that causes us to walk in the dark my brothers and sisters - it's a humanity issue. For you can not see the beautiful, natural light - when you are blinded by ugly artificial darkness.

But allow me to be your illumination… Allow me to banish the shadow that has not only crept over the world, but more specifically, the Fallout roster. If we all stand side by side as brothers and sisters of the light… we can and WE WILL scare away the dark. Our youth's eyes have for too long been covered by generations of false promises and malicious fallacies to the point where they don't even know what the radiant truth looks like anymore. Live your life blinded no longer, and the first step is allowing me to be your sight. You can not see until you're truly willing to open your eyes.

And now you have something important, something genuine and pure to look at. If you allow me I can show you a life free of pain. An existence of more than strife. A world where we can all coexist as one and bask in the beauty and sanctity that is true glory. I'm not talking about heaven my friends, religion is just another construct used to tear us apart. I'm talking figurative yet achievable heaven on Earth… a paradise we can all live in together, and live in it now. It doesn't require dying and being judged… It just requires being willing to allow the light to flow through your life, and to finally exterminate the darkness once and for all."

A graphic slowly begins to fade in on the screen.



"Take my hand, brothers and sisters, and follow me into the light."

We cut back to ringside.






CLARA OLSON: The following contest, in honor of National Girl Scout Leader’s Day, is the Girl Scout Cookie Table Battle Royal...for a chance to be on the box of NEW Raspberry Cremes Girl Scout Cookies...and maybe another prize announced by General Manager DeMarco. To be eliminated, you must be thrown OVER the top rope and THROUGH one of the Girl Scout Cookie tables set up around the ring. Every two minutes, a new entrant will come out. BUT...first up, weighing in at three-hundred and eleven pounds...from The High School Gymnasium...THE GYM COACH!!!

“War Machine” by Kiss pumps out through the arena as The Gym Coach runs out of the back. The fans boo him lightly, as he has yet to make a huge mark on Fallout.

ALARA ADAMS: Yawn...NEXT!

The Gym Coach runs down to the ring and runs up the ring steps, entering the ring through the middle rope.

CLARA OLSON: And stepping into the ring with him, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds...from the Sanitarium...KEVIN...HUNTER!!!

“Dust” by Tremonti plays through the almost eerily quiet arena as Kevin Hunter steps out from the entrance.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This draw was random, right? I mean...this does not seem like the way to start a Main Event.

Hunter slowly makes his way down to the ring and enters through the bottom rope. But before he could stand on his feet, The Gym Coach begins to lay boots into his side.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: And here we go!

KAYDEN ELLIS: By the way, Alara...looking at Kevin Hunter right now...doesn’t he seem familiar to you at all?

ALARA ADAMS: I mean, kind of. He has this whining quality about him, that I just can’t peg.

The Gym Coach pulls Kevin Hunter to his feet, whips him towards the ropes and ROCKS him with a clothesline as he comes flying back.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He claims something about being the devil. Didn’t Lucy Sixx used to say she was the Devil’s daughter?

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Does that mean he is someone’s...Daddy?

The Gym Coach grabs Kevin Hunter by the leg and pulls him into the middle of the ring. He grabs Kevin by hair and pulls him up to his feet. Before Kevin could even get steady on his feet, The Gym Coach grabs him and PLANTS him into the ground with a spine buster.

ALARA ADAMS: WIMP BUSTER!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’ll figure it out eventually.

The timer on the big screen hits ten seconds and begins to countdown.

The Gym Coach grabs the limp Kevin Hunter and pulls him back to his feet.

Suddenly the sound of a purge horn echoes out over the crowd.

“Delusions of Savior/Repentless” by Slayer booms out as a stone faced Havoc steps out of the back with a baseball bat in hand. Without hesitation, he runs down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring. His music cuts out the moment he stands to his feet and plants his baseball bat into the gut of The Gym Coach.

ALARA ADAMS: Smart man. Bring a weapon to ANY Fallout match. Ninety-nine percent of the time, you will be allowed to use it.

The Gym Coach stumbles back into the corner as Kevin Hunter just now manages to make it to his feet. Havoc swings his bat, cracking Hunter in the stomach. Hunter bends over in pain as Havoc drops the bat and grabs him around the waist. He lifts Kevin Hunter up...runs forward…

KAYDEN ELLIS: CRUCIFIX CUTTER!!!


ALARA ADAMS: BUT THE BUCKLE BOMB MISSED AND HUNTER WENT FLYING OVER THE THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

CRASH!!!

CLARA OLSON: KEVIN HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Havoc turns his attention back to The Gym Coach, who charges him from the corner. He tries a clothesline, but Havoc ducks under. The Gym Coach stops in his tracks and turns around...DROPKICK! The Gym Coach stumbles back up against the ropes. Havoc leans down, measuring him up. He runs back, bounces off the ropes...comes flying forward...MONSTER CLOTHESLINE AND THE GYM COACH GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE…

CRASH!!!

CLARA OLSON: THE GYM COACH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Havoc walks over and grabs his bat from the mat, resting it on his shoulder.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That man is a monster! He just came right into this match and eliminated BOTH of the people standing before him.

The timer begins to count down again.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not sure who is coming out next. But I would be scared as hell if I were them.

The timer hits zero and the purge horn blares again.

“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI goes out over the crowd as Daniel Horror steps out onto the entrance ramp, carrying his own barbed-wire covered baseball bat. With his eyes set on Havoc, Daniel walks down the entrance ramp, gripping his bat tightly.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well yeah, I don’t think this one is scared.

He walks around the tables and up the ring steps. Horror’s music ends as he enters into the ring through the middle rope. Havoc instantly charges him and swings down with his baseball bat, only to have it slam into Daniel’s bat. Havoc pulls his bat back and tries to swing at a different angle, only for Horror to block it again with his own bat.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s like a sword fight out there.

Both men begin to swing their bats around, blocking the other person’s bat and trying to strike with their own. Wood on wood crunching noises echo over the crowd as both men try to bash in the other’s head.

KAYDEN ELLIS: More like a lightsaber battle.

Sweat begins to drip down both men’s heads as they step back from each other. Their bats look a little banged up, splinters and cracks all along the main shaft of each.

The timer on the screen begins to count down again...the fans watching it before it hits zero and the purge horn sounds off again.

“Misirlou” by Dick Dale plays as Julius Fairweather steps out from behind the curtains, shaking his head as he looks out at Havoc and Horror in the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: This just got motherFUCKING interesting.

Julius slowly walks down the entrance ramp as Havoc and Horror charge each other one more time. Both of them swing their bats wildly…

CRACK!

Both bats shatter in a cloud of splinters and dust. Julius stands and watches from outside the ring, just barely escaping from being hit by a chunk of a bat that flew past him. But either way, he did not flinch.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Welp, no more bats.

ALARA ADAMS: Well...now that they are broken...aren’t they just spears now?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh boy…

Julius finally makes his way into the ring under the bottom rope, to where he grabs Daniel Horror and turns him around.

ALARA ADAMS: THE FOOT FUCKIN’ MASTER!!!

Daniel Horror collapses to the ground after Julius’ jumping roundhouse kick and both Julius and Havoc stare at each other. A demented little smile creps onto Havoc’s face when the timer on the monitor begins to countdown again. Julius and Havoc lock up as the timer hits zero and the purge horn goes off.

“♫Music♪ - カミイロアワセ · binaria” begins to play as Kagome comes running out of the back. Without pause, she goes running down the ramp and slides into the ring under the ropes. She pops to her feet only to have an already woozy Daniel Horror grab her up the under her arm. He picks her up into the air...AND TOSSES HER OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

CRASH!

CLARA OLSON: KAGOME AKAIBARA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Damn, he didn’t give her ANY time to do ANYTHING.

Havoc, meanwhile, has gained the upper hand and has Julius Fairweather in the corner. He ROCKS Julius with a left and tries to come down with a right...but Daniel Horror has made his way over and grabbed Havoc’s arm. He pins Havoc around and plants a headbutt square into his chest. Havoc leans back into Fairweather as Daniel Horror backs up. With a full head of steam he charges at both men...HAVOC MOVES!!! Daniel Horror can’t stop...Julius Fairweather bends down...BACKBODY DROP AND DANIEL HORROR GOES FLYING OVER THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

CRASH!

CLARA OLSON: DANIEL HORROR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Julius stands up straight, only to see Havoc charging him to. Julius bends down again...BUT CATCHES A KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!! DEAD TRIGGER!!! Julius slumps down in the corner, onto his butt.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc is looking at Fairweather, probably trying to figure how he is supposed to get ALL of that fine ass up and over those ropes.

Havoc grabs Julius and in a showing of absolute power, lifts the unconscious Julius up onto his shoulders, standing up straight with a loud yell.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Who the hell is this guy?

Havoc dumps Julius over the ropes, but he crashes down onto the apron...then slides in between the ring and the closest table.

ALARA ADAMS: Well that didn’t work as planned.

The timer begins again as the fans all look to the entrance. The moment the timer ticks down, the purge horn goes off.

“Masked Wolf” by Astronaut In The Ocean plays as Logan Burgess steps out of the back.

KAYDEN ELLIS: For a man with such talent, he really hasn’t made a dent here yet.

ALARA ADAMS: Give him time. I’m sure he can do something here.

Logan slowly makes his way down the ramp as Havoc watches from inside the ring. Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring...Julius Fairweather is just starting to stir from underneath one of the tables.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jesus. Our eighth contestant is going to get to the ring before Logan does.

The fans boo at Logan as he stops at the outskirts of the tables, looking at Havoc. He smirks and runs both hands through his hair. Logan turns and looks at the fans, scowling at them, when suddenly Havoc bounces off the ropes opposite of Logan. He comes flying forward, jumps...lands on the top rope...JUMPS AGAIN...DROPKICK OVER THE TABLES...FROM THE TOP ROPE...ONTO LOGAN BURGESS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY FUCK!

Logan grabs at the back of his head that hit hard when he fell back. Havoc pulls him to his feet and ushers him to the ring. He pushes through a couple tables and slides Logan into the ring.

While all this is happening, the timer had ticked down again, to zero. Purge Horn!

"Kingslayer" - Bring Me The Horizon feat BABYMETAL fills the place as the fans go crazy. Jason Long comes out of the back as Havoc begins to lay into Logan inside the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I was wondering when some more big names were coming to the party!

Jason quickly walks down to the ring, shedding his jacket at the bottom of the ring steps before climbing them and entering the ring. Havoc whips Logan into the ropes...but Logan grabs the ropes to stop himself. Jason stutter-steps in front of him...ICONKICK!!! LOGAN BURGESS FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

CRASH!

CLARA OLSON: LOGAN BURGESS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Havoc steps back against the ropes and begins to get ready to pounce Jason Long…

ALARA ADAMS: JULIUS FAIRWEATHER IS UP ON THE APRON!!!

Julius turns Havoc around and WHOLLOPS him right a brass-knuckle fueled right hook. Havoc stumbles back and turns slightly to look at Jason Long.

KAYDEN ELLIS: PIPELINE PUNCH!!!

The superman punch drops Havoc to one knee...but he is still going. Julius climbs into the ring behind him and both men stare at Havoc who stands back to his feet. The purge horn catches them a little off guard, but their focus never breaks from him.

“Fairies Wear Boots” by Black Sabbath starts and the fans nearly drown out the noise with their cheers. Pixie Sloane steps out of the back with a smirk on her face and her baton in her hand, looking like she is ready to take on the world. She charges down to the ring, weaving through the tables Havoc moved earlier...and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. She pops to her feet and INSTANTLY attacks Havoc as Jason and Julius watch on. Pixie grips onto the baton and she begins to slam it down onto Havoc as much and as fast as possible.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc has been in here almost the entire match and it seems the three of the people in the ring with him now...want him out.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The guy is a beast!

Pixie pauses her assault to catch her breath, but Havoc takes full advantage of it by knocking her back with a european uppercut. She stumbles back into Jason Long, who pushes her forward slightly.

CRACK!

Jason drops to the ground as Pixie was caught off guard by Jason being there and came down hard onto his head with her baton. Pixie’s eyes widen, knowing she might have just attacked one of the few people who might be on her side in this match. Havoc runs up behind her and grabs her, spinning her around. DROPKICK AND PIXIE SLOANE STUMBLES BACK INTO THE ROPES!!! Havoc runs and bounces off the opposite ropes….AND A CLOTHESLINE SENDS PIXIE OVER THE ROPES LIKE HAVOC DID TO THE GYM COACH EARLIER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Pixie being a little more nimble than The Gym Coach, lands feet first on the apron.

Havoc backs up again. He charges forward towards Pixie...BUT JULIUS FAIRWEATHER BLINDSIDES HIM WITH A SPEAR AND HAVOC IS STARING UP AT THE CEILING!!!

CROWD: FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO...ONE!!!

Purge horn.

“New” by No Doubt plays as Alice Knight steps out of the back to the crowd hooting at her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And the STAR of Fallhoot herself!

Alice smiles as she walks down to the ring. By the time she gets there and climbs the stairs, Pixie has made it back into the ring and both Long and Havoc are both up to their feet. A trickle of blood has started to make it down Jason’s head from the gash Pixie gave him earlier.

ALARA ADAMS: That ring is starting to get a little full. We have five warriors in there right now, with Havoc still holding on from his number three spot.

Jason, Julius, Pixie, and Alice all begin to form around Havoc...who seems to be growling...yelling...and just downright being scary towards them.

Alice advances first, being the freshest of the bunch, but Havoc blocks a punch from her…then he blocks an attempt at a kick from her. With her leg in his hand, Havoc whips Alice around and into Julius Fairweather, who stumbles back but holds onto her. Alice looks up at Julius, her cheeks turning a slight red, before she backs away from him. Meanwhile Jason and Pixie both advance forward and begin to try to land shots onto Havoc, but The Nightmare King either blocks them successfully or takes them and keeps going.

Purge Horn!!!

“Rapture Rising” by JT Music fills the arena as Rapture steps out of the curtains and quickly makes his way down to the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Havoc may have a little bit of help here now, with Rapture being another whack-job.

ALARA ADAMS: Like he needs it.

Rapture slides into the ring and jumps to his feet, only to catch a missile drop kick from Alice Knight. Rapture stumbles back and over the top rope. He lands on a table, but it doesn’t break. Everyone turns and watches as Rapture slowly tries to stand up, the table letting off little moans and pops.

CRASH!

While everyone was distracted, Havoc ran up behind Alice who was at the ropes...grabbed her and flipped her over the ropes. Rapture tried catching her, but she managed to give his table the final oomph it needed to break...BUT Alice rolls away as she lands

CLARA OLSON: RAPTURE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t think Alice was eliminated there. She didn’t necessarily go through the table, she just pushed Rapture through it. So she is still in it!

Jason, Pixie, and Julius all stare in shock. They weren’t expecting that. The refs on the outside hurry to set up new tables, while helping Rapture up and away from the ring. Alice, meanwhile, has rolled under the ring itself.

ALARA ADAMS: MONSTER! Who the hell is going to stop this guy?

PURGE HORN!!!

“Firestarter (Metal Cover)” by Leo Moracchioli roars from the speakers as Pyro steps out of the back. Jason and Julius quickly back up to the opposite side of the ring to get ready for him, while trying to not get blindsided by Havoc. The crowd boos as Pyro walks to the ring, a twisted smile on his face. About halfway down, Pyro is attacked from behind by the NEXT opponent who runs out early...Savannah Sunshine. Savannah grabs Pyro by the dreadlocks and pulls him down to the ring, pushing the tables Havoc moved earlier, farther apart. With a little bit of a running start, she pushes him up onto the apron. He rolls inside and quickly jumps to his feet, looking over at Jason and Julius. Savannah looks up at the timer starting on the monitor and watches it hit zero.

PURGE HORN!!!

“I Just Can’t Wait To Be King” by Suburban Legends hits and Savannah climbs up onto the ring apron herself. She grabs the ropes and SLINGSHOTS HERSELF INTO THE RING...BUT PYRO TURNS AROUND AND UNLEASHES THE PYRO MASSACRE ONTO HER IN MIDAIR!!! SAVANNAH DROPS TO THE GROUND GRABBING HER FACE!!! Jason Long and Julius Fairweather both charge and begin attacking Pyro, while Havoc and Pixie begin to duke it out off to the side.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That’s two shows in a row Pyro has unleashed that fireball!

Havoc has Pixie in the corner and begins to throw forearm after forearm into her forehead. She drops her baton and it slowly rolls over to Pyro, who is still being attacked by Julius and Jason. Suddenly the baton erupts in flames and Pyro quickly uppercuts Julius Fairweather with it, sending the motherfucker stumbling back and checking his afro for any scorch marks.

PURGE HORN!!!

“This Is Out War” by Holocene plays as the former Ascension Champion, Eli Atlas, comes running out as the final participant in this battle royal. He runs down to the ring and quickly climbs the stairs, ducking in through the middle rope to enter the ring.

CRACK!

Savannah Sunshine out of NOWHERE with the enzuigiri and the dazed Eli Atlas stumbles back and over the top rope.

CRASH!

CLARA OLSON: ELI ATLAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

ALARA ADAMS: And he was our last contestant to enter the match. Now we have seven left, counting Alice...who still hasn’t come out from under the ring.

Savannah gets back to her feet...and is INSTANTLY met with a forearm by Pixie Sloane!!! Savannah still hurting from that fireball, stumbles back. Pixie grabs her...whips her to the ropes. Savannah manages to miss everyone as she comes flying back...Pixie grabs her...HIP TOSS OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

CRASH!

CLARA OLSON: SAVANNAH SUNSHINE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Jason Long’s eyes widen, but he is quickly brought back to reality as a backhand slap connects with his chest from Pyro. Meanwhile Alice Knight has made her way back onto the apron and started to climb up onto the turnbuckle. Havoc, seeing this, rushes over and climbs up the turnbuckle himself.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh, this isn’t going to be good.

Havoc and Alice meet on the top rope. Alice swings, but Havoc ducks under it. He grabs up under her...OLYMPIAN SLAM...FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

CRASH!

CROWD: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

CLARA OLSON: ALICE KNIGHT AND HAVOC HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

ALARA ADAMS: So in the end...the only person who could stop Havoc...was Havoc.

Pyro flings Julius towards the ropes, but he stops himself right at the edge. The Messiah of Fire quickly comes running behind him….FOREHEAD TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND JULIUS GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE...BUT HE LANDS ON THE APRON!!! Pyro charges forward again, looking ready to unleash his fireball once more...BUT JULIUS COUNTERACTS WITH A SHOULDER THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE INTO PYRO’S MIDSECTION. Julius reaches over the ropes...grabs Pyro...AND LIFTS HIM OVER THE ROPES...BUT PYRO WIGGLES FREE AND LANDS ON THE APRON TOO!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wanna bet on who is going through a table here?

ALARA ADAMS: Wanna bet on if that fucker is on fire or not when they go through it?

Pyro and Julius both pull back and each land a hard right forearm to the jaw of the other one. Both men wobble and fall to the side…

CRASH!

CRASH!

CLARA OLSON: JULIUS FAIRWEATHER AND PYRO HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And then there were…

Before Kayden could finish his sentence, the rage of seeing Savannah eliminated earlier gets to Jason and he runs over and grabs Pixie around the waist. With as much strength as he could muster, Jason lifts Pixie into the air and throws her backwards with a german suplex. Pixie flies over the top rope…

CRASH!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: PIXIE SLOANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! AND YOUR WINNER OF THE GIRL SCOUT COOKIE TABLE BATTLE ROYAL...JASON...LOOOOOOONGGGG!!!

Jason stands to his feet as a ref enters the ring and lifts his hand into the air. "Kingslayer" - Bring Me The Horizon feat BABYMETAL begins to play as Jason turns and looks to see Drago Santiago standing on top of the entrance ramp, with the Prime Championship around his waist. Jason points at him, then makes the motion to show a title around his own waist.

ALARA ADAMS: These two are going to meet already at Disputed Territory...and there is no telling what else Jason will get for winning this battle royal. But that’s all the time we have tonight, folks. So we will see you on May sixth, from Brasilia, Brazil.

The camera shows Jason Long standing on the middle turnbuckle, staring down Drago Santiago. We then fade to the Project: Honor logo.