I'm No Guardian Angel - Christian DeMarco

Goiania Arena
Goiania, Brazil
April 22nd, 2021


We open up and the tension can be felt through the television screen. Building security rush in and out of an open door that has the words ‘Kasey Winterborn - Ascension Champion’ on it. Inside the room we see Assistant General Manager Arik Holt with an ice pack held up to his right eye, still in the gear that he faced Kasey in earlier in the night. Standing in front of him is Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco, still in his green polo and khaki pants.

“How in the blue hell, is this guy doing this?” Christian asks out loud. It was more of a question to himself as his back was to Arik and we all know Holt’s lack of verbal expertise. “I just don’t get it. I put this shitty-ass security on the job...and we Pay them handsomely with Rock Johnson’s money...yet he still pops in with enough time to write a message on her mirror.”

DeMarco turns to look at Arik, who could do nothing but shrug his shoulders.

“And then he manages to get the lights turned out in the actual arena, change that shit to red...then catch YOU off guard.” DeMarco adds as he is obviously in an uproar. “Who the fuck does this to a disabled man.”

Arik stands to his feet and walks over to the mirror, the message from the red purge-masked stalker still scribbled on the glass. He switches hands, holding the ice pack with his left hand, and pulls out a black magic marker with his right hand...and flicks the cap off with his thumb. After a couple seconds of scribbling, he turns back to DeMarco and uses the bottom of the marker to tap on the glass.

“Inside job?” DeMarco reads out loud. “You think it’s someone within Project: Honor itself? But who?”

Arik turns around and writes a name on the mirror.

“Petey?” DeMarco, peaking over Arik’s shoulder, blurts out. “Nah, I don’t think that little piece of shit has it in him. He’s too busy trying to spit garbage on Proving Ground, while Yung Sauce carries his milf-loving ass.”

Holt continues to write on the mirror.

“Warstein?” DeMarco continues reading, this time sounding a little shocked. “I mean, I know I’ve seen Warstein trying to sweet talk his way into Kasey’s bedroom, but I think he is above this kind of stupidity. You see, with Shawn...he’s just going to come out and say what he wants. He’s just going to come out and tell Kasey his intentions, not dance behind a mask...behind a few dozen roses…” Christian motions towards the writing on the mirror “...behind the incoherent lipstick writing of some chicken shit.”

Arik glances back, then writes a few more names on the mirror

“Horror? Atlas? Zack and the Left Hand Band?” DeMarco shakes his head, disagreeing with all of them. “Not Daniel’s M-O. Atlas is above this sort of thing. And the Left Hand? They were broken...literally.”

Without any more guesses, Arik removes the ice from his now visible black eye, and grabs the marker cap off the vanity. He recaps his marker and shoves it back into his pocket, before putting the pack back on his eyes. With a defeated look on his face, he glances back up at DeMarco and shrugs his shoulders.

“We will find this coward. Not only is he fucking with my roster, but I look at Kasey as family. You don’t fuck with family.” Christian growls as he walks over and touches the lipstick writing on the mirror. “Plus, he is besmirching the image of my beloved green purge masks. I’d have his hide just for that!”

The angered General Manager turns his back to the mirror and lets out a sigh. He runs his right hand down over his face before taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling.

“I think I know what I need to do next, Arik.” the almost defeated tone in his voice is deafening as he turns and looks at his assistant. “I need to draw this son-of-a-bitch out. I need to get him to come out of the shadows and face me. I...I need to step into the ring with Kasey, myself.”

Arik’s eyes widened in surprise. He points at DeMarco, then points at his own head where Christian’s hair covers a scar.

“I know I’m just a few months removed from surgery. I think I should be okay by now, the doctor’s cleared me for normal duty. I’ll go get a clean bill of health before we even book the match...don’t worry.” Without thought, DeMarco reaches up and touches the scar on his head where he had brain surgery back in December...right after his match with Indy Darling and former Warrior Rising Champion, Sarah Roberts. “But the only way I’m going to get this asshole out into the open, is if I make him think I’m going to seriously injure Ms. Winterborn.”

The one-good-eye mute drops the ice pack and quickly digs into his pocket, pulling out his normal pen and notebook. He rushes to flip it open, jotting down some information before turning and holding it out to DeMarco.

“Are you going to seriously fight her?” DeMarco reads from the notepad, before offering up his answer. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can hold back. You tried doing nothing and it wasn’t until you tried to bring Edgebrook out, that this...person...decided they wanted to start their shit. I already had in mind to make Kasey defend her Ascension Championship in a Cafeteria Match to celebrate ‘No Diet Day’...so the only question was who to place her up against. And to protect her...I might have to try my best to harm her.”





Our scene opens up in the Woodland Cemetery, in Newark, New Jersey. The sun is shining brightly as birds sing their usual sweet spring songs. Christian DeMarco sits on a small bench, next to a headstone that we can not read because it is off camera. Dressed in a Project: Honor t-shirt that he ordered off efedtees.com and a pair of jeans, he instantly makes eye contact with the camera.

“You know, most people look at me and they see an asshole. They see this crazy piece of shit, who does nothing but throws his roster into harm's way while I try to put myself in some kind of spotlight. This is all wrong. Yeah, I like to be front and center when it comes to things...for now. I want to take the blame for all the bumps in the road. I want to take the blame for all the failings of the Fallout show. I want to spare my roster from the headache of many things that they don’t need to worry about.” DeMarco said solemnly before rubbing his beard. “Many look at the Wired Consequences poster as a gleaming example of this. But I am not the one who chose the design. I was not the one who plastered my picture on it and chose it to signify to the world that Fallout was ready to bend to their will. You can blame that on Rock Johnson.”

“But I’m not here to talk about me. I’m not here to talk about that lazy jagoff. I am here to talk to Ms. Kasey Winterborn, Fallout’s own Ascension Champion.” Christian continues on, a smile crossing his lips. “I’m proud of you, Kasey. Before I signed my name on the dotted line for Project: Honor...I watched you defeat Ryan Young, Phoenix LeStrange, and Kyle Anderson. Then...you met in the ring with the Molotov...and got injured.”

Christian lowers his head and shakes it slightly, looking at the green grass on the ground.

“It was disappointing to see you have to leave this place, but you are one of the reasons I joined. I saw the fire in your eyes, the heart you had to compete, and your soul that pulled you towards this career. I told myself that I wanted to be a part of a place that called to its roster like that...that made me feel the same way. So a little more than a month later, I made it official and joined Project: Honor.” He looks back up at the camera. “Then you healed up and you came back. I was ecstatic! But alas...I was also suffering from my own issues. You see, I had a malignant brain tumor. It was causing all sorts of mental issues that some would say, I’m never going to recover from. When you stepped back into that ring...that was the night I was announced as the General Manager of Fallout. I knew I needed to have you on my brand. I knew I needed to have you on my side.”

DeMarco stands up from the bench.

“Then Lil’ Petey stuck his nose into your business, and that is when I became the protective brother you may or may not already have. You see, there are some things Project: Honor doesn’t know about me.” The camera pans out and we see the gravestone next to him. It reads ‘Kymani Ellis’. “I watched as a close friend was bullied, stalked, and treated like garbage. I was too scared to do anything about it. And because of my inactions and fear...she can no longer grace our presence. And I refuse...REFUSE...to watch that happen to another beautiful young lady.”

DeMarco looks at the gravestone for a moment, before reaching out and placing his hand on it.

“I saw your potential when Fallout opened its doors and I see you have taken that ball and run with it as fast as your legs could carry you. I know you can protect yourself, I’ve watched you do it multiple times. But I will not sit by and watch another young life taken because of my idleness. I will not stand and let some heathen run amok on our show, stalking you...making you uneasy...making you feel like you always need to watch your back.” DeMarco pauses for a moment, before letting out a sigh. “I cannot let what happened to Kymani, happen to you as well.”

Christian turns his head away from the camera and without seeing it, you can tell he is rubbing his eyes.

“So...this means I have to get involved. This means I have to be the one to stand up and stand between you and your aggressor. This means...I have to become the aggressor too.” He sniffles slightly. “You see, Kasey, I don’t want the Ascension Championship. That is your title. That is YOUR cross to bear. You have taken that title like I thought you would, and you have brought it up to a whole new level. But, after watching Arik fail to make any headway in our little investigation to who this red masked idiot is...I realized this is something I have to do myself. I realized that you are a strong, independent woman, who can handle shit on her own...but it is my job to keep you safe. It is my job to keep shitstains like this, away from my roster. So, when the lights go out and shit begins to turn red...I need to be the one who stands in between you and this douchebag. That’s why, when I was making the card for our upcoming show...I came to the conclusion that the only way to make sure you were safe, was for me to step into competition with you. And I apologize ahead of time, Kasey. I can’t hold anything back. When that bell rings, I can’t watch myself. In order to protect you...I need to harm you. So I am very sorry, this is something I need to do...for you”