5/6/2021 - FALLOUT VI: Laying Claim

Serrano Poblano vs. Valkyrie
Valkyrie showed she was powerful, often and early. As if she was playing with her food, she let Serrano attempt some moves and gave him the feeling like he had a chance, before she simply ended him with Fenrir’s Bite, making Poblano tap like he just ate a Carolina Reaper.
WINNER: Valkyrie via submission (2:16)

Rapture vs. Lesley Adora
Lesley Adora quickly brought The Light down onto Rapture, barely letting the horror movie reject make it into the ring, before toying with him. A quick ‘Into The Light’ and Lesley dropped down for the pin.
WINNER: Lesley Adora via pinfall (0:52)

El Puma vs. Heathen Jones
Both men’s music hit and neither men came out. The referee called for the ten count and after time was called, it was awarded to both men as a draw.
WINNER: Draw via Countout (x:xx)

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO V/O: Last time, on Fallout Five: Gooey Raspberry Filling…

We cut from the ‘Last Time’ logo, to show Christian DeMarco sitting in his office from last Fallout.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I am booking Pyro and Julius to face each other at Disputed Territory. 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.


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. At Disputed Territory, Drago Santiago will face Jason Long, for Drago’s own Prime Championship...in a Fan Lumberjack Match.


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.


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!


James Edgebrook steps 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. 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. 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???

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.


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.


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!!!


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!!!


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!!!


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!!!


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.

Our scene opens as the fans are all cheering, from within the Ginasio Nilson Nelson in Brasilia, Brazil. Something sits in the middle of the ring, with a cover over it. Standing next to it are both Fallout announcers, Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis.

ALARA ADAMS: HELLO EVERYONE!!! AND WELCOME TO FALLOUT!!! We start our show tonight, with the unveiling of the Girl Scout Cookie box with Jason Long on it.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And-

Suddenly the lights in the entire arena go out. There's a small buzz amongst the crowd and the commentators mumble in confusion, until finally we hear a voice thunder over the arena sound system.

Don't fret brothers and sisters, I mean no malice, I'm simply allowing you all to fully live the life you wish to. Please, go on with the show.

Unrecognizable at first, but we quickly come to realize it's the voice of Fallout newcomer, "The White Rose" Lesley Adora. The silence is defining, until finally the slow boo that had started when Lesley first spoke grows louder.

LESLEY ADORA: Hmm...what's that matter? I don't understand, I don't hear any catchy entrance themes or witty chants. Come on guys, this is Fallout! Your favorite show! Make some noise!!! Announcer please, continue with your introduction.

We hear the sound of Alara and Kayden moving in the ring and brief mumbling as stage hands and officials try to figure out what's going on and how to proceed, all while the chorus of boos grow louder.

LESLEY ADORA: Mmm I guess I'm a bit confused? You all love Fallout, you all love to cheer and admire the barbaric, violent, villainous scum that plagues this show. That shrouds this show... in darkness. So I just surmised that since the darkness is what you desire, you'd be more willing to embrace and enjoy your show if we filled the room with the darkness you all crave so badly.

"The Light Sucks! The Light Sucks." chants begin to fill the arena.

LESLEY ADORA: Noooo no no no no. NOO! The Light most certainly does not suck. What sucks is treating fellow souls as garbage because YOU feel like garbage. What sucks is the mindset and mentality that allows people to worship false idols and fake saviors in hopes that it'll bring them salvation after living a life of sin. What sucks... is the darkness... that each and every one of you encourages to grow darker and darker.

But I hope you've all learned something today. I understand that it'll take time for your eyes to open, and more time for them to truly see... but I hope my point has been made clear. The things you love are still there in the darkness, but you can't truly enjoy them until they're revealed...by The Light.

The lights return to the arena in a blinding flash, brighter and more intense than ever before. After a moment, they dim slightly and return to normal.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well...that was odd.

ALARA ADAMS: You know Kayden, I kind of enjoyed being in the dark here with you.

KAYDEN ELLIS: ...oh...really, now?

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah, I didn’t have to see your face.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ouch.

ALARA ADAMS: Anyway, let’s get onto this reveal, won’t we?

Kayden walks over and stands on one side of the stand in the center of the ring, while Alara stays where she is.

ALARA ADAMS: Since Mr. DeMarco is in the back getting ready for his match later tonight, we have been graced with the honor of revealing this brand new box of cookies!
KAYDEN ELLIS: Are you ready for this?

The fans cheer as Kayden and Alara each grab a side of the sheet covering the large graphic of the cookie box. On the silent count of three, they remove the gray sheet.


ALARA ADAMS: Introducing the new Girl Scout cookies...the longs!!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Delicious crispy cookies, layered with raspberry and filled with a creamy surprise!

Fans pop when suddenly the cardboard graphic of Jason Long’s cookie box ignites at the bottom and fire quickly creeps up and sets the whole thing ablaze.

ALARA ADAMS: SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!

Ring crew rush into the ring, knocking the sign over and quickly spraying it down with a couple fire extinguishers.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The Light interrupting us, Pyro somehow setting things on fire mentally like he was Drew Barrymore in Firestarter. What the hell is next?

ALARA ADAMS: Well there is always…


Our television screen goes black for a moment before showing a live picture of the outside of the Ginasio Nilson Nelson. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.

“YOU PUT YOUR LEFT HAND IN...”
“TOASTY!!!”
“BOW TO THE LIGHT!”
“REDD IS MY FAVOURITE COLOR”
“I WANT SOME OF ELENA’S CAKE”

‘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 Kayla Richards holding an unconscious Martha Atlas in the Ghostlock.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut to Drago Santiago making Zack Tyler tap out with the 1805.

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

Switch to Kasey’s red purge mask wearing stalker hitting Arik Holt with a sitout facebuster.

But for now I stand alone

Julius Fairweather hitting the Foot Fuckin’ Master on Daniel Horror.

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

Savannah Sunshine getting blasted with a Pyro Massacre in mid-air.

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!

Havoc hitting Alice Knight with an olympic slam off the top rope to the outside, through a table.

Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Jason Long throwing Pixie Sloane over the top rope with a german suplex

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

The music stops dead as the Fallout logo replaces the image of Jason and Drago staring each other down.



CLARA OLSON: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Noble Rules match...introducing first coming to the ring, weighing in at ninety-eight pounds, from Los Angeles California...PIXIE SLOANE

“Fairies Wear Boots” by Black Sabbath hits and Pixie steps out of the back. She quickly runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent, from Los Angeles California by way of Nagasaki Japan,weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds...KAGOME AKAIBARA

♫Music♪ - カミイロアワセ · binaria hits and Kagome comes slowly out of the back, not stopping at the top of the ramp to take in the boos as usual. Instead she makes a b-line down to the ring and walks up the stairs, entering through the middle rope.

Before the opening bell can toll Nine inch Nails “Deep” hits. Kagome and Pixie both look up at the entranceway as Kayla Richards steps out and makes her way down to the side of the ring in street clothes. The Noble title over her shoulder as she pulls out a chair and grabs a headset sitting down next to Alara and Kayden.

ALARA ADAMS: Well it appears as if we’re going to be joined by our Noble Champion

KAYLA RICHARDS Well, these two women are going to be fighting for a shot at MY title. So I thought I’d get a closer look at these two

KAYDEN ELLIS: You are more than welcome champ.

DING DING DING

And the match begins with Pixie Sloane looking over at Kayla. Kayla just smiles and pats the Noble title sitting across the commentators table. Kagome explodes into Pixie from behind hitting her in the back of the head. And as Pixie falls to the mat Kagome grabs the top rope and stomps down on Pixie over and over again. The referee pulls Kagome back as Pixie is under the bottom rope which counts as a rope break. As the referee admonishes Kagome she puts her hands up in an apologetic way, Pixie grabs the bottom rope, then the middle rope to start to stand, the referee turns to check on Pixie but then Kagome flies across and clotheslines her out of the ring to the floor. Kagome follows and pulls Pixie up ramming her into the barricade, then the ring steps and back into the ring. Kagome is on fire after using Kayla’s arrival as a distraction.

ALARA ADAMS: Kagome has taken clear control already of this match, but then again it seems to be because of you coming out here Kayla. Was this your plan all along?

KAYLA RICHARDS My plan? I’m flattered you think I can manipulate people like that. But also offended that you think I care so much about either of them

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, you should care, I mean you will be facing one of them.

Kagome pulls Pixie up and shoves her into the corner hitting a hard knife edge chop, then another and another before whipping Pixie across the ring and running in hitting a cross chop against the corner. Pixie holds her chest in pain as the much bigger Kagome grabs her, marches her to the center of the ring and hits a russian leg sweep, she then floats over pulling Pixie onto her stomach and locks in a fujiwara armbar, Pixie struggles to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope. Kagome is forced to release the hold and steps back, Pixie shakes out her arm and looks over at Kagome with a shake of her head. Kagome shoves the referee out of the way and goes after Pixie again, this time though Pixie throws her leg up and connects with a hard roundhouse kick to the side of Kagome’s head, she stumbles and Pixie runs to the ropes, she springs off the middle rope and turns in mid air hitting a crossbody landing on Kagome.

ONE
TWO
Kickout!

ALARA ADAMS: Pixie with the comeback here, after Kagome got on top and looked like she was going to stay there

KAYLA RICHARDS Pixie is like herpes, she’ll keep coming back.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Was...was that a compliment?

ALARA ADAMS: I think that’s as close as we’re going to get.

Pixie waits for Kagome to get to one knee and hits a question mark kick, Kagome spins and hits the mat before Pixie hits the opposite ropes and jumps up with a baseball slide dropkick sending Kagome out of the ring to the floor. Pixie then gets up a head of steam and throws herself out of the ring with a tope suicida onto Kagome. She pops up and gets the brazillian crowd to their feet before throws Kagome back into the ring and leaping up onto the apron, she waits for Kagome to get up and hits the springboard tornado DDT she calls the starshot spiking Kagome in the middle of the ring. Pixie then hooks her leg and leans back.

ONE
TWO
Kickout again!

Pixie shakes her head and gets off Kagome getting ready for something, she moves around behind Kagome and calls for the reverse hurricarana, as she leaps up though and leans back Kagome blocks it and instead pulls Pixie back up and over her body with a reverse Alabama slam causing her to crash into the mat hard. Kagome too falls backwards and breathes heavily after the whirlwind of an attack by Pixie

KAYLA RICHARDS I think Kagome is having trouble with Pixie’s speed. I think she needs to get her down and hold her there, use her technical ability. Pixie is athletic but is inexperienced.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Was that...was that actual commentary?

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah...I’m shocked too

As if Kagome heard Kayla she slides down and locks Pixie into a front facelock holding tight with her arm hooked, Pixie tries to fight up to a vertical base but Kagome slams her forearm onto Pixie’s back over and over before hooking her arm over her head and hitting a snap suplex. Kagome floats over and then starts to hit hard elbows down onto the fan favorite. She covers up but Kagome keeps hitting them over and over again before she gets to her feet pulling Pixie up, she grabs her arms, twists them around and tripe Pixie up slamming her down and then locks in the Onigiri special. The straight jacket crossface is locked in, Pixie screams in pain as Kagome wrenches back over and over again. Kagome screams “Tap” over and over again, Pixie though shows some incredible determination wriggling her body forward and sideways before rolling from the ring forcing Kagome to break the hold as she’s caught in the ropes. Pixie lands hard outside the ring and coughs trying to suck in air.

KAYLA RICHARDS Alright I’ll give Pixie this, she was smart to roll to the ropes. Kagome had to let go or get disqualified or even worse...

KAYDEN ELLIS: It seems like giving Pixie any kind of props made you physically ill

ALARA ADAMS: You’re being very disrespectful to our Noble champion Kayden

KAYLA RICHARDS Isn’t she though?...but yes I feel like throwing up all over the place, this wood elf is pathetic

Kagome moves to the floor and runs at Pixie going for a clothesline, Pixie runs under it and jumps onto the steel steps before backflipping off with a moonsault onto Kagome on the floor. She lands on her feet and as Kagome goes to get up Pixie runs and jumps onto the ring apron jumping off with a hurricanrana on the floor. Kagome rolls across the outside of the ring, Pixie yells and gets the crowd behind her again, she grabs Kagome sliding her into the ring. Kagome crawls away and as she gets up Pixie flies forward with a shotgun dropkick. Kagome flies back into the corner and hits hard, as she rolls out Pixie hits the ropes with another springboard moonsault this time hitting Kagome in the midsection and hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
Kickout!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was so close again. Pixie had taken alot of punishment but she just won’t quit

ALARA ADAMS: And it is showing, she could win this and become the challenger for Kayla Richards

KAYLA RICHARDS Like it matters….

KAYDEN ELLIS: It very well might champ….

Pixie shakes her head and looks to the corner, she pulls Kagome up and runs her face first into the corner before picking her up onto the top rope. Pixie calls for the Pixie Dust but as she hooks Kagome and goes to flip back as they both crash into the middle of the ring, Pixie hooks Kagome’s leg

ONE
TWO
THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE NOBLE CHAMPIONSHIP...PIXIE SLOANE!!!

Pixie stands to her feet and the ref instantly grabs her arm and raises it into the air as the fans cheer.


We're backstage as we can notice Pyro is lurking about backstage. Pyro comes to the office of Christian DeMarco as he looks around. Pyro has a backpack over his shoulder and a dummy in his hand. The dummy had the Purge Mask on that Christian DeMarco gave him. The dummy looks quite life-like as with his other hand Pyro tries the door.

Obviously DeMarco's office door is closed but with no one around, Pyro manages to pick the lock. Now in the office, Pyro closes the door behind him. He places the dummy in DeMarco's chair and just smirks at it as he does.

PYRO: You wanna play games, I'll quite happily do so!

Pyro was talking as if he was addressing the dummy. He takes the backpack from his shoulder and places it on the desk. Pyro opens the backpack pulling out a hook and jumps up onto DeMarco's desk kicking paperwork everywhere. Pyro manages to screw the hook into the ceiling before reaching down into the backpack pulling out some rope.

PYRO: Time to hang!

Once again Pyro was talking to the dummy. On the end of the rope was a noose that Pyro puts around the neck of the dummy. Pyro then puts the rope over the hook and jumps off the desk. He then grabs the end of the rope pulling it until the dummy was just hanging there. Pyro finds something to tie the rope to and then looks at the dummy hanging there with the Purge Mask on.

PYRO: Hm. One more thing.

Going into the backpack, Pyro pulls out a jar full of pigs blood before jumping back up on DeMarco's desk. Pyro then throws the blood at the hanging dummy. The blood starts to drip down onto the floor and desk as Pyro is happy with his handy work.

PYRO: Such a masterpiece.

Pyro grabs the backpack and slings it back over his shoulder. He makes his way to the door and opens it to peek out. Once he sees that the coast is clear, Pyro makes a quick exit, closes the office door and skips away singing to himself.


“Jason, can we ask you how you feel about Drago Sanitago?”

If he can get a dollar for every time he’s been asked that question in the past couple of days, he’d be twice as rich as he is right now. Everyone wanted to know how he felt, everyone wanted to hear those words come out of Jason’s mouth, it’s something he’s never really opened up to. There’s only a few weeks left until Disputed Territory on the 23rd and with the match tonight being of a ‘preview quality’ match, that same question was left to be said once more. What remained for The King was a destiny, a chance at landing the first shot, a chance to finally get his hands on his former partner after what he had done to him only weeks ago.

Was it worth it though? Though it’s not a question anyone has asked him, it’s a question that Jason has asked himself on numerous occasions leading up into tonight and the pay-per-view. Over and over again it repeated in his head, all because he felt remorse, he felt sympathy for the man. Nathan was one of his closest friends in the business. The thought of even hurting him was enough for him to back away from the fight, he knew the extent of which he had to go down to beat him, he knew the path ahead of him was one of darkness and corruption, a road he’s not been down in months.

If he wanted him down that path, he was close to getting it -- now, it’s all uncertain, holding back those demons that’s been trapped in his mind for so long, those demons he’s been hiding from the world. They never died all those months ago, they still lived within him, a small part of him that still feels that violent corruption and wants to purge the whole world around him. That’s what Drago wanted, right? That’s what he’s been asking for. The old Jason back. The old friend of his. His old tag team partner.

He wanted Maverick, right? He wasn’t getting it. Not by a fucking long shot was he ever getting him back. Jason was certain that he would not give in and give Drago exactly what he wanted. Those were his mind games, those were his whispers in the wind just to break you apart and see red, all for him to bite the bullet he fired and use it against him.

The camera feed opens up inside of the locker room backstage where we find Jason Long sitting down and hunched over, dressed head to toe in his ring gear, leather jacket and all. The King took a deep breath as he sat there in silence, not a single person in the room, no Savannah around in sight. His eyes stay closed as he takes one more deep breath through his nose before opening them back up, lifting his head to stare at the screen in front of him as it stays on one singular frame from the last episode of Fallout.

Drago Santiago standing on the top of the ramp and Jason Long standing in the middle of the ring, eyes locked on one another, knowing what's ahead of them.

JASON LONG: I’ve sat here for a while and thought about what lies ahead of us all. Tonight we make a little bit of noise as we head towards Disputed Territory. Tonight, we make moves that could change the course that we head down. To say that I'm very intrigued with how things go is very much an understatement. It's been a long journey to get to this point and we're all just wanting to kill one another, to etch our names into the victory columns, to write our wrongs and to become the history makers.

Jason wags his finger around as he quietly sits there, thinking about that path he talked about, talking about that history he wanted to make. It's been a long time coming for him. Since those first words he spoke about at the Project: Honor Draft Show at the start of the year.

JASON LONG: Tonight's the night where new bonds are put to the test and unlikely bonds are shown how much they really can work together. If it were up to me, I'd say that bond of unlikeliest is the one that comes out on top because I've been down that road before and I know how much those kinds of bonds work. I know someone else who's aware of those kinds of bonds and how they truly work. He's been in one with me, he knows the in and out of those workings.

Of course, he’s referencing the partnership that both him and the Prime Champion had with one another back in 2019, it’s been a bond he’s kept a hold of for the longest time until- well, the rest of what happened was history.

JASON LONG: I have high hopes for myself and Julius, as I’m sure he has those same high hopes as well, and I know that both of our opponents are looking down upon us like we’re the underdogs. Gentlemen, that is far from the truth and you know it better than anyone else. I’m aware that both yourself and Pyro are quite the force when the impact is just about right, but come on, aren’t you aware of your own dangers? You know what can be done with yourself and Julius, he knocked you out in the middle of the ring once.

That strong tone soon switches to a more relaxed state, a slight chuckle coming from The King.

JASON LONG: As for your partner? He’s a hot head, kind of reminds me of myself back in the day, all anger and hot headed, all he wanted was someone to be his friend, and all he wanted was to have someone he can trust because he can’t carry himself past the finishing line on most occasions. Pyro, it’s fine being the edgy and angsty guy but if I’m being honest here, shit like that ain’t gonna get you far. I’m not even going to shit all over your persona that you adapted being ‘the arsonist that’s crazy and unpredictable’ because at this rate, it’s not worth the time any more.

Shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

JASON LONG: I know what needs to be done tonight and I know the dangers of what lies ahead, but I’m willing to accept it when it happens, because I’m going to kick both of your fuckin’ heads clean off, espically yours fireman, because I’m saving that kick for your new found friend for Disputed Territory and when it’s said and done. I’ll burn the whole fuckin’ church down with you all and end the suffering you’ve been putting onto others as of late. You’ve been looking up to the wrong god, the wrong deity, and trust me boys, god is fuckin’ pissed off with you all.

A quick huff as Jason looks right into the lens of the camera.

JASON LONG: Pray your god. Long live the fuckin’ King.

And with that, the feed soon fades out to the arena.


A large black Lincoln Navigator pulls up outside The Ginasio Nilson Nelson Arena. As the back door opens a pair of feet land softly on the ground, they take a few steps when a second pair follow behind.

??: I don’t even know why we are here….

??: You said you wanted to scout.

As the camera pans up and crosses over the Project Honor Tag Team Title draped on the shoulder of James Raven, and following behind him is Shawn Warstein. As the fans in attendance inside the arena jeer loudly. Shawn and James stop for a second and hold their hands to their ears.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Sounds like they know we are here.

JAMES RAVEN: Yeah. You said you wanted to see Elena in person in the ring. So that’s what we are doing. The last time you came across her you didn’t do any of the leg work. Instead you got high and played NBA 2K.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: What’s your point?

JAMES RAVEN: You lost that one.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Right. It happens to the best of us.

James stops Shawn and jams a finger in his chest.

JAMES RAVEN: Not to us it doesn’t. Sure the first go round it can possibly happen, but when it comes to Legacy there is no losing the second time.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Woah, calm down there, I’m here aren’t I?

JAMES RAVEN: Yeah but now we need to focus.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: I wonder if Kasey.....

JAMES RAVEN: That doesn’t sound like focus…

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Okay, yeah you’re right. You think Sloane....

JAMES RAVEN: Can we please just get inside before you pull any other names out of that weirdly long and confusing Rolodex.

As Shawn and Raven approach the arena they are met by a rather large security guard, holding a clipboard and lowering his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose.

GUARD: Names.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Really?

GUARD: Yes really.

JAMES RAVEN: Do these titles not tell you who we are?

The guard looks at Raven and then back at Shawn, while shaking his head. He points off towards a large group of fans walking around the building towards the front entrance.

GUARD: Yeah and that tween beat Elena for his title.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: No that’s me….

JAMES RAVEN: Yeah man, we both work here…

GUARD: On Fallout? With Mr. DeMarco?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Well not really….

JAMES RAVEN: Yeah we are on Proving Ground, but…

GUARD: I’m on strict orders from Mr. DeMarco to not allow any member of Proving Ground into the building.

Raven rubs the crown of his nose and takes a deep breath, while Shawn crosses his arms and begins to tap his foot quickly.

JAMES RAVEN: Listen….

GUARD: Sorry man.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: You got yourself a walkie talkie there?

GUARD: Yeah.

JAMES RAVEN: Good. You get DeMarco’s Ass out here.

GUARD: I’m not going to do that.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Yeah you are, see we are the Tag Team Champions, the destroyer of pathetic teams in this company, and I am your fucking TYRANT! So you will get DeMarco’s ass out here before I make sure your flipping burgers before the end of your shift!

JAMES RAVEN: He’s not joking. Personally I’d just ruin your life and make it so not even your loved ones would want to be seen with you, but he’s being nice and willing to give you a fighting chance.

James pats the guard on the chest, and then grabs the walkie talkie. James presses the button and holds it to the guards mouth.

GUARD: Can I get Mr. DeMarco to the backlot, there are some gentlemen that want to speak to him personally.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Yeah, we will wait.

JAMES RAVEN: Nothing but time on our hands.

The camera abruptly cuts.

PROVING GROUND XV

LOCATION: Ginasio do Ibirapuera (Sao Paulo, Brazil)

DATE & TIME: 5/7/21 @ 8 PM EST

We open, not in our usual shot of the ring...but in a shot of a large cafeteria. Tables, benches, food lines...the whole cafeteria set-up. A ref stands by the door and opens it as Clara’s voice echos over the speaker in the room.

CLARA OLSON: This match...in honor of International No Diet Day...is a Cafeteria Match for the Ascension Championship Title!

The fans pop in the main arena.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-six pounds...from Apple Valley, Minnesota...he is the General Manager of Fallout...CHRISTIAN...DeeeeeeeeeMAAAARCCOOOO!!!

“Popular Monster” by Falling In Reverse plays in the cafeteria as the ref opens the door and in walks Christian DeMarco. Wearing a pair of black pants and a black ‘Fallout’ t-shirt, he is carrying a green book bag that looks like it is stuffed. He makes a b-line for the back of the cafeteria, where he places the bag down, opens it, and begins to go through it.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent, weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds...from Chicago, Illinois...SHE IS THE ASCENSION CHAMPION...KASEY..WIIIINNNTTERRRRBOOOOORRRRNNNN!!!

The fans go ape-shit in the arena as “Warrior” by Steve James feat Lights plays in the cafeteria. The ref opens the door again and in walks Kasey Winterborn, with the Ascension Championship around her waist. She stares at DeMarco, who is still going through the bag.

The ref shuts the door, wraps a thick chain around the door handles...then locks it with a padlock.

ALARA ADAMS: Now, from what I understand...there is no way in or out of that cafeteria. The only people in that room are Kasey, Christian, and the ref...and every entrance or exit is padlocked shut. Security has checked every nook and cranny and made sure there is NO ONE else in that place.

DING! DING! DING!

Kasey hands her Ascension Championship to the ref and quickly charges after DeMarco, jumping on his back and grabbing him in a headlock.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Good thinking, get him while he is not paying attention. Maybe she can pu-

DeMarco manages to grab Kasey by the back of the shirt and rips her up over his head and tosses her onto a table...which she manages to expertly land on her feet.

ALARA ADAMS: Goddamn.

Before DeMarco could register what just happened, Winterborn turns around. With a quick pull back of her leg, she launches it forward and punts DeMarco in the face...sending him stumbling back into the food serving area. Kasey hops down off the table and charges the still dazed Christian. She unleashes with a running enzuigiri...BUT DeMARCO DUCKS UNDER THE KICK. He stands to his feet, using his momentum to pick Kasey up into the air...and dumps her onto the food serving area...on her stomach. With a handful of tights and the back of her shirt, DeMarco runs along the food serving area...dragging Kasey through all the slop and food that was being served. Finally at the end of the counter, DeMarco picks Kasey up and THROWS HER OVER THE SNEEZE GUARD!!! Kasey lands hard on the cafeteria floor.

KAYDEN ELLIS: DeMarco runs over to his bag and quickly turns it over, dumping all its contents out onto the table. What is he looking for?

While DeMarco is looking through the items, Kasey has made it mack to her feet and has grabbed one of the plastic trays used by the kids to hold their food. She runs up on DeMarco and spins him around…

CRACK!

...AND BREAKS THE TRAY OVER DeMARCO’S HEAD!!! A LARGE GASH OPENS UP ON DeMARCO’S FOREHEAD!!! Kasey grabs the dazed DeMarco...SITOUT JAWBREAKER!!! She rolls him over and hooks his leg…

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

Kasey rolls off of DeMarco and uses a table to climb to her feet. She turns around...AND DeMARCO SLAMS SOMETHING INTO HER THIGHS!!! DeMARCO FALLS BACK AND KASEY HAS TWO NURSE’S SCALPELS IN EACH THIGH!!! Kasey lets out a scream as blood begins to stain her pants.

KASEY WINTERBORN: SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m sorry!

ALARA ADAMS: Wait...look at the stuff in the background where DeMarco poured it out! He has all sorts of goodies in there! Scalpels, staplers, scissors, looks like a box cutter…

DeMarco stands to his feet and Kasey steps forward and tries to hit a half-hearted right hook, only for DeMarco to duck under it. He grabs up under her arm, catching her in a full-nelson. He lifts her into the air…

KAYDEN ELLIS: CUT THE CORD!!! FULL NELSON BOMB ONTO THE CAFETERIA FLOOR!!!

Instead of attempting the pin, DeMarco jumps to his feet and looks around the cafeteria, waiting to see if someone would jump out. But nobody does anything. Suddenly Kasey reaches down and rips all four scalpels out of her leg, rolls over and lunges at DeMarco, throwing a shoulder into the side of his left knee. Quickly he drops onto his butt, grabbing at his knee. With the adrenaline pumping quickly through her body, Kasey flips up onto her feet, backs away from DeMarco...but charges him and hits a HUGE DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! KASEY WITH THE COVER!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

Kasey smacks the ground as Demarco rolls away, grabbing at that knee still. Quickly Kasey flips up onto her feet, grabbing at her thighs as she puts strain on them. She runs into the back of the food service area and grabs a large metal tray. She comes charging out of the back to find DeMarco has made it back to his feet. Without pause, she hops up onto one of the tables and turns towards DeMarco. The moment he turns, she tosses the metal tray at him...which he catches the moment before it hits him in the face...but then she jumps…

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY FUCK!!! COAST TO COAST DROPKICK AND SHE JUST SHOVED THAT METAL TRAY SQUARE INTO THE FACE OF CHRISTIAN DeMARCO!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She had to have jumped at least twelve feet across!

Blood trickles down DeMarco’s face as he is barely able to stand, using the wall to help keep him propped up. Kasey jumps to her feet. She grabs DeMarco and whips him...NO! REVERSAL!!! DeMarco whips Kasey into the tables. She hits hard and ends up splayed on top of one, stomach down. With a noticeable limp, DeMarco walks over and grabs an arm full of everything he brought with him...scissors, pushpins, staple removers, etc...and drops them on the floor next to the table where Kasey is. He climbs up onto the bench chairs...then onto the table itself...pulling Kasey up to her feet by her hair.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh sit. Didn’t he also use the kurruto bomb as a finisher too?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah...Free Your Mind.

DeMarco gets Kasey into a standing headscissors and takes a deep breath. He grabs her around the waist.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, this could be bad…

Suddenly the sounds of pots and pans crashing echoes through the cafeteria and DeMarco quickly lets go of Kasey and turns around, looking into the shadows. With nothing in sight, he turns around...AND KASEY KICKS DeMARCO SQUARE IN THE BALLS!!! DeMARCO BENDS OVER IN PAIN!!! Kasey hooks her arms under his...AND JUMPS OFF THE CAFETERIA TABLE...LITTLE MISS VEX ONTO THE ASSORTMENT OF SHARP OFFICE ITEMS!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY SHIT!!!

Kasey turns DeMarco over, revealing large gashes and a face covered in blood. She leans forward and grabs DeMarco’s legs, pulling them back and she sits near his head...for the pin…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...and STILL FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPION...KASEY...WIIINNNTTERRRRBOOOORRRNNNN!!!

The ref helps Kasey to her feet and hands her the Fallout Ascension Championship, before running to unlock the doors of the cafeteria, to let medics in for DeMarco.


We join Alyssa Nguyen backstage outside of a locker room in the arena.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: I’m here with Pixie Sloane, who has booked her place to face Kayla Richards at DISPUTED TERRITORY! A good match, what are your thoughts?

PIXIE SLOANE: My thoughts are.. Jumbled. It wasn’t unexpected that I could beat Kagome and make this match official, but the reality is that I already beat Kayla, I should have been the defacto contender, or the outright champion. I’m playing the game, though, I’m jumping the hoops, and every time she opens her mouth it just feeds the fire a little more and makes me feel just a little more excited to drop her on her head. Again. Lamenting, though, that through this bureaucracy, I wasn’t available to take part in tonight’s main event.

Pixie takes a hold of the microphone and steps closer now to the camera, focusing directly.

PIXIE SLOANE: But the reality is, I’m excited. I’m sad and excited. Because tonight, on Fallout, the last Fallout show before Disputed Territory I might add, we have a main event featuring four incredible talents. The talent that are carving a path and smashing a ceiling, and I’m not part of it. But I’m excited nonetheless, because its a step in the right direction, it is strong women showing that we deserve to be highlighted. Look around you, people. Top of the food chain in Project Honor is women, the best of the best. And for a change, it is refreshing for that to be being acknowledged. Elena isn’t getting knocked off her perch any time soon. The Noble Champion, after Disputed Territory, will be one of the best women in the organisation, too. The Ascension Champion is stepping up and showing her worth week after week. Look at that match she just had. Incredible. I’m so proud to be part of this, and I’ll have a keen eye on what goes down tonight in the main event. Women of Fallout, represent. Even you, Kayla. #StartTheMatriarchy.

A stagehand quickly runs up to Pixie, and whispers something in her ear. Her already pale face, plastered in foundation, drains of color and she drops the microphone. She curses under her breath and then runs out of the shot.


As Samuel L. Jackson’s cover of “Stackolee” begins to play over the sound system, the crowd comes alive to welcome “Furious” Julius Fairweather onto the stage! With his match still to come later in the evening, Julius looks to be prepared as he’s shed his black suit and tie in favor of his trunks and ring robe. He alternates from shadow boxing to mugging for the cameras with a big grin as he makes his way toward the ring, occasionally pausing to exchange a fist bump with a fan or wink at the ladies. Once he’s in the ring and his music has died down, Julius asks for a microphone so that he can address the mostly supportive audience.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What’s up, motherfuckers?

The crowd responds with a pop as Julius grins from ear to ear.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: That’s what I like to hear! Now as you all know, this shit between me an’ Pyro is finally gonna come to a head at Disputed Territory, an’ in his infinite motherfucking wisdom, Christian DeMarco has given me the opportunity to choose what kind of match me an’ that homeless reject from Backdraft are gonna have! Of course, being the fair motherfucker that I am, I’ve decided that you Motherfucking Friends of Fairweather should have the opportunity to have your voices heard! With that being said, I’m gonna need three volunteers from the audience!

Despite his track record with audience participation, a number of hands shoot up and fans desperately jump up and down in an attempt to be noticed. Julius begins to look around at his potential victims...er...volunteers with that same bright smile plastered on his face.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Goddamn! I’m feeling the motherfucking love here tonight! Let’s go with...you...you...and you!

Julius takes turns pointing a finger at three ringside fans, who are then escorted over the barricade by the event staff. The first volunteer is a young man with gnarly dreadlocks and a heavy metal tee shirt, the second is a middle-aged Brazilian woman, and the third is an adolescent fan cosplaying as Julius himself. All three enter the ring and line up in front of Julius as he begins to look them over.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: A basement dweller, a sexy momma, and a prepubescent kid with great motherfucking taste. If that doesn’t sum up our fanbase, I don’t know what does! Let’s start with the white Bob Marley looking motherfucker. What’s your name, bitch?

FAN #1: My name is Anthrax and I FUCKING LOVE PYRO! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The fan named Anthrax pumps his fists into the air, only to receive a round of boos from the audience.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Oh, this is gonna be fun. We finally found the one motherfucker who bought that Pyro shirt from concessions. Well here’s the deal, Anthrax. I’m gonna ask each of you what kind of match I should have against Pyro, and the winner will receive a very special prize. Are you ready to play Pick My Motherfucking Poison?

ANTHRAX: Hell yeah! Bring it on!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Alright then, Anthrax. Tell me, what kind of match do you think I should have against Pyro at Disputed Territory?

The dreadlocked fan doesn’t even take a second before shouting out his answer.

ANTHRAX: You should face Pyro in an Inferno Match so he can roast you alive and breathe in the smoldering fumes of your soul!

Julius pulls the microphone away and shakes his head with disappointment.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I had a feeling you were gonna say that. So you think I should face Pyro in his favorite kind of match, where I would be at a disadvantage and he’d have the opportunity to burn off my beautiful afro? Only a bitch would pick his opponent’s favorite match! Do I look like a bitch to you?

ANTHRAX: Well…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Eat my fist, motherfucker!

Julius fires off his Royal With Cheese in the blink of an eye, smacking the Pyro fan in the face and dropping him to the canvas in an unconscious heap.

JULIUS: Security! Get this matchstick smelling motherfucker outta my ring!

As a couple of members of the event staff reach under the bottom rope to pull the unconscious fan out of the ring, Julius moves on to his second volunteer.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Fuck that guy. Let’s move on to...mmm mmm mmm...better things! What’s your name, momma?

FAN #2: My name is Maria Ivelisse Luanna Fernandez and I am one of your biggest fans…

The Brazilian woman almost purrs her response as she runs a hand over Julius’ chest. In return, he takes a few seconds to stare at her ample cleavage before he can respond.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You’re definitely one of the biggest I’ve seen lately, and that name...M.I.L.F...we might just have a contender here! Tell me Milf, what kind of match would you like to see me have with Pyro?

The well-aged seductress contemplates the question for a moment before leaning forward to give her answer.

MILF: Well Julius, I had the pleasure of visiting Japan once, and I saw the most amazing match while I was there. It was called the Exploding Anus Deathmatch…

Shocked by what he’s heard, Julius takes a big step back as his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. After taking a moment to process what he’s heard, he steps back toward Maria with several questions on his mind. The first being…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What in the blue hell kind of match is that?

MILF: It’s a match where the winner has to pull down the pants of his opponent, shove a firecracker into his anus, and light it. If it goes boom before his opponent recovers, then he is victorious.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Let me get this straight. You pull down the trou…

MILF: Yes…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: ...you shove in the boom stick…

MILF: ...yes…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: ...it goes bang inside his crack…

MILF: ...oh yes…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: ...and the motherfucker spends god knows how long walking funny and shitting himself?

MILF: ...yes, Yes, YES!

The woman seems to get more aroused each time Julius talks, making the scene uncomfortable to say the least.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Goddamn! You Brazilian chicks are into some Grade-A freaky shit! The only problem with that match, is that if you get the chance to stand next to Pyro, you’ll understand that he already shits himself on a regular basis! Not only that, but letting him anywhere near my beautifully chiseled ass isn’t on my motherfucking agenda! Now get the hell out of my ring before I show you why they call me the Foot Fuckin’ Master!

Dejected upon realizing that her match will not be chosen, the milf makes her way toward the ring ropes as Julius continues to berate her.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: That’s right! Get your rusty trombone-loving ass outta here! If Zack Tyler was still around you may have had some luck, cause that boy was used to getting shit on! Do me a favor and pop a squat outside Pyro’s dressing room on your way out, you sick motherfucker!

Once the woman has made her exit, Julius once again shakes his head in disbelief before ultimately turning his attention to the last volunteer in the ring. From his afro and sideburns to the loosely fitting black suit, the seemingly young boy could pass for Julius’ illegitimate son.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Now then, let’s take a look at this suave little motherfucker standing before me! Goddamn! It’s like looking into a funhouse mirror! I like your style, little brother! What’s your name?

FAN #3: My name is Nigel Halfweather, but my friends call me Kneecaps, motherfucker!

Upon hearing the deep bass in the child’s voice, a look of surprise takes over Julius’ face.

JULIUS: Goddamn! That’s quite the voice you have, little boy! How old are you, motherfucker?

KNEECAPS: I ain’t no little boy! I’m 32 motherfucking years old!

Starting to realize the truth behind his third volunteer, Julius is actually at a brief loss for words. Finally, he begins to stutter out a response.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Oh! So you’re one of those...you know...what’s the PC term…

KNEECAPS: I’m a dwarf, motherfucker! You got a problem with the vertically challenged?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Oh hell no! I’m down, my brother! I just thought you were like ten years old or some shit…

KNEECAPS: Motherfucker, just because I’m under four feet tall doesn’t mean I can’t kick your Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum ass! Now ask me your motherfucking question!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Right on, right on...tell me Kneecaps, what kind of match would you like to see me have with Pyro?

Kneecaps scratches his chin for a moment as he looks Julius up and down. After careful consideration, it seems as if he has an answer.

KNEECAPS: Personally I’d like to see you in a mixed tag match with me, but ain’t no one in Project: Dwarven Honor dumb enough to be Mini-Pyro, so I’ve got something else in mind! You’re a brawler. You know how to do submissions and knock-outs, and your big ass is used to being inside of an MMA cage, so why don’t you just challenge that big motherfucker to a Fight Pit Match?

Julius takes a moment to contemplate what he’s heard, and as he begins to nod his head in approval, the smile reappears on his face.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Hmmm...I do have a particular set of skills. Skills that I have acquired over a long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like Pyro. I like the way you think, Mini-Me! I think we’ve got ourselves a winner! At Disputed Territory it’s gonna be me and Pyro inside of the Fight Pit Cage where the only way to win is by knock-out or submission!

The crowd roars in approval upon hearing Julius’ decision, but suddenly Nigel Halfweather reaches up to grab the microphone.

KNEECAPS: Now hold up a goddamn minute, motherfucker! You promised the winner a prize, and I swear if you try to knock my ass out I’m gonna show you why they call me Kneecaps!

Julius motions his hands to calm Nigel down as an idea starts to form in his twisted mind.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I don’t want none of that, little brother! In fact, I have the perfect reward for you! Since you’ve got a big brain in that badass little body, I want you to lead me to the ring at the Pay Per View! What do you say, Kneecaps? Are you ready to be the official corner man for everyone’s favorite motherfucker?

This time it is Nigel who begins to smile and nod his head, as it looks like an alliance has been formed. The full-size and mini versions of Julius exchange some fist bumps and hand slaps to seal the deal.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: There you have it, motherfuckers! There’s a new dynamic duo in town, and Fallout ain’t never gonna be the same again!

Julius tosses his microphone to ringside and makes his way toward the ropes with Nigel following close behind, bringing the segment to its conclusion.



CLARA OLSON: The following match is scheduled one fall… introducing first, 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. Hunter slowly makes his way down to the ring and enters under the bottom rope

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent… weighing in at two-hundred and eighteen pounds… HAVOC!!!

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of the Nightmare King. A red spotlight appears near the curtains as smoke engulfs the entire stage. “Delusions of Savior” by Slayer hits the PA System as men and women donning face paint crawl out of the smoke and surround the stage for the arrival of ‘their savior’. “Repentless” by Slayer kicks in with strobing red lights, as the stone faced Havoc slowly stepped out of the smoke with a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. All the men and women around the stage bow at his presence as Havoc slowly makes his way down the ramp, and the strobing red lights lighting their path. He places the bat at ringside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle and embraces the negative crowd reaction with a smirk on his face.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc really has something about him.

DING! DING! DING!

The ref signals for the bell and Havoc is off like a shot at Hunter, but Hunter manages to dodge, getting behind his opponent with a waist lock. He tries to lift Havoc, but the Nightmare King fights out, flipping Hunter over with an arm drag. Havoc keeps the arm hooked, holding Hunter in a sitting position and firing a quick dropkick to the back of the bigger man's neck. Hunter reels, clutching his neck as Havoc flips over him with a neck breaker. Havoc’s weight pulls Hunter forward, before he releases it and Hunter’s head snaps backward into the mat. The smaller man is back on him in an instant, going for the first pin of the match as the ref counts.

One!
Two!!
Kick out by Kevin Hunter!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: What is it with these guys, always trying to finish early.

ALARA ADAMS: Great job by Havoc to start the match. He’s managed to keep the Kevin Hunter off balance so far.

Havoc is up first, but Hunter surprises him with a vicious headbutt. The move makes Havoc stagger, as Hunter hooks him up for a powerbomb attempt. He lines up with the nearest corner and brings Havoc up, but Havoc fights out, firing a series of punches at his opponent. Hunter gets a running start and tosses Havoc at the turnbuckles, but he anticipates, catching his feet on the middle turnbuckles. Hunter advances on the corner, but Havoc nails a sick looking boot to the skull causing the crowd to gasp upon impact. After shaking off the impact, Hunter advances again, Havoc grabs him by the head.

ALARA ADAMS: An attempt at a Tornado DDT by Havoc right here!

Havoc tries to swing off the corner, but Hunter stops him. Pulling Havoc off the turnbuckles, he holds the challenger in place, dropping him with a northern lights suplex. Hunter bridges as the ref counts.

One!
Kick Out by Havoc!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That’s what happens when you go too big too early. Either that or you black out.

ALARA ADAMS: Hunter had Havoc’s offense scouted, but this is the bigger man’s first breather since the match started.

Hunter is back up with real speed, driving both his feet to Havoc’s chest in a devastating stomp. Havoc tries to recover, getting to his knees following the attack, but Hunter measures him, then hits a low dropkick that sends Havoc back down and keeps him in control.

ALARA ADAMS: Pretty impressive how quickly Hunter can turn things around with one reversal. He’s not even giving Havoc a chance to get his bearings.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Remember a guy we had here before that looked a bit like Hunter? He liked beating smaller things too!!

Grabbing Havoc by the arm, Hunter pulls him up, driving a knee into his midsection, before pulling back and firing a second at the same location. Havoc nearly doubles over, but the bigger man keeps him vertical. Hunter grabs hold of Havoc and hoists him up onto his shoulders.

ALARA ADAMS: Hunter possibly looking for The Doomsday spin out fireman’s carry facebuster here.

Havoc manages to flip out of it, deftly landing on his feet by Hunter. The Harbinger of Reality blasts Hunter in the back with a dropkick that sends him stumbling forward into the ropes. Hunter hits the ropes, but adjusts his momentum and bounces off of them, charging at Havoc. Havoc is already back to his feet and leaps to catch Hunter with a Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. The crowd cheers in anticipation of the impressive move, but Hunter catches Havoc in the middle, halting his momentum and swinging him back in the opposite direction. The Devil Incarnate drives Havoc back into the mat with a deadly sidewinder suplex that leaves the crowd groaning at the impact.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Great, a devil who can see the future.

ALARA ADAMS: That’s another move of Havoc’s denied by Hunter. The big man’s done his homework.

KAYDEN ELLIS: To hell with him... He’s the Devil Incarnate anyway!

Kevin Hunter follows up with a cover, and the ref drops to count.

One!
Two!!
Kick Out by Havoc!!!

ALARA ADAMS: What an incredible match so far.

Hunter acknowledges the count, and hoists Havoc back up. Kevin Hunter’s right arm grips the throat of the beaten down Havoc, lifting him up for a cutter attempt. Havoc fights out, landing on his feet and trapping Hunter with a wristlock. Havoc follows with a leg sweep that drops Hunter forward, rolling him into a pinning combination.

One!
Two!!
Kick Out by Hunter!!!

Havoc is back up in a flash, but Hunter is there to meet him. The two lock-up briefly before Hunter whips Havoc into the ropes. He looks for a backdrop on the rebound, but the move is anticipated and Havoc flips over Hunter, landing on his feet behind him. Hunter turns and walks right into a lightning fast superkick that catches him right underneath the chin. Dropping him to the mat again.

ALARA ADAMS: Great fast thinking move.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah wow… he kicked him!

Hunter scrambles to the ropes, using them to pull himself back up. Havoc charges, but this time Hunter catches him with a backdrop. The smaller Havoc flies to the apron, landing on his feet and barely hanging on by gripping the top rope. Havoc leaves an opening as he tries to regain his footing, and Kevin Hunter takes advantage, stunning him with a shoulder to the gut. Hunter hooks Havoc up for a suplex and attempts to bring him back into the ring, but it’s blocked by Havoc locking an arm under the top rope. Hunter tries again but Havoc gets free, cracking him across the jaw with a great looking jumping enziguri. The hard shot is more than enough to break the suplex attempt, as Hunter staggers back toward the center of the ring holding his jaw. Hunter however gets his bearings quickly, and goes to rebound off the opposite ropes so he can get a running start at Havoc. Havoc anticipates and rockets forward, flipping over the top rope and charging ahead and CATCHES HUNTER WITH HIS RUNNING KNEE STRIKE… DEAD TRIGGER… BOTH MEN ARE ON THE CANVAS!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy hell, what a move from Havoc!

ALARA ADAMS: Without the extra momentum gained on the flip, Hunter might still be alive.

Both men lay motionless for a moment, but Havoc is the first to stir, Havoc has a sadistic grin on his face as he’s inching over to the carcass of Hunter so he can get a cover on him. Havoc hooks the leg...

One!!
Two!!!
Thre… NO HAVOC LET'S GO AND ROLLS OFF HUNTER BREAKING THE COUNT DELIBERATELY!!

ALARA ADAMS: What is he doing?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I have no idea, but there’s no removing that sick look on his face.

Havoc drags the lifeless body of Kevin Hunter up, after grinning at the response from the crowd he lifts Hunter all the way… AND NAILS HIS SINGLE HOOK LIFTING BRAINBUSTER!!

ALARA ADAMS: GIGA DRILL BREAK!!

Havoc makes a loose cover.

One!!
Two!!!
Three!! HAVOC WINS IN DOMINANT FASHION!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy shit!! Havoc really found another gear at the end there, he is gonna be a serious force to be reckoned with going forward if he carries on like that.

ALARA ADAMS: I have to agree, no shame being Kevin Hunter in that fight either. Havoc would have destroyed almost anyone on our roster with that performance.

The ref raises Havoc’s arm.

CLARA OLSON: The winner via pinfall… HAVOC!!!


We return to the back gate where Shawn Warstein and James Raven are sitting on a concrete barricade, Tag Titles set next to them and the guard keeping an eye on them.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: One, Two, Three, Shoot!

Shawn flings his hand forward, and Raven does so at the same time.

JAMES RAVEN: Paper covers rock, I win.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Bullshit! Best 20 out of 39!

JAMES RAVEN: Stop throwing rock all the time. And no, here he comes.

He nods towards the door, as it flings open and DeMarco comes barreling towards Shawn and Raven, stopping just short of them. With visible stitches, bruises, and him holding at his ribs...he obviously is not in the mood for this. Legacy stands to their feet and pick up their titles and begin to walk towards the back door.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Woah...woah...woah...where the hell do you think you two are going?

Shawn stops, as both men turn around.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Inside. You see since I was finally recognized as the true Number One Contender for the Legacy title I fully intend on doing some scouting. Now if you wouldn’t mind…

Shawn gives DeMarco a cocky smile and taps James on the shoulder to head inside.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That’s good and all, but that’s not gonna happen.

JAMES RAVEN: Yeah I don’t think you understand. See with these titles we can go on either show at any time.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Yeah if James wanted to bang Bets…..

JAMES RAVEN: In the middle of the ring….

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Cameras rolling….

JAMES RAVEN: You better make sure they get my good side.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Or if that doesn’t work for you, how about I just decree that you…..

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That I what? That I am forced to let you in? Did you not hear me clear enough the first time? Not...going...to...happen.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Fuck you.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Now I hope you gentlemen have a wonderful evening, I’ve got a show to run and some pain meds to take.

DeMarco smiles and limps away, leaving Shawn and Raven stunned. After a few moments Raven turns to Shawn.

JAMES RAVEN: Well how are we going to get in there now?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: I dunno. You’re the brains.

JAMES RAVEN: No I’m the abs…..

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Well we can figure this out.

JAMES RAVEN: And there it is….

James points towards fans walking into the building late. He pats Shawn on the chest and begins to jog over towards them. Shawn quickly follows.

JAMES RAVEN: How much for your tickets?

The camera quickly cuts to the back, this time we are in the dressing room of Kasey Winterborn. Wrapped in just a towel, bruises can already be seen forming on her arms and legs. Dried blood can be seen running down her shins, where she was stabbed in the thighs during her match. She looks at herself in the mirror and lets out a sigh, quickly glancing down at the Ascension Championship on her vanity.

KASEY WINTERBORN: That was fucking brutal. I’m gonna need a nice long shower…

With a quick glance around the room to make sure nothing is off, Kasey walks into the bathroom attached to her dressing room. She shuts the door with a click and her dressing room is quickly flooded with the sound of her shower turning on and the soft music from a radio.

After a few moments of the soft gentle sounds of water falling from the other room, the door to Kasey’s locker room opens and in walks Proving Ground Backstage Interviewer, Larry KaChow.

LARRY KACHOW: HEY DOLL...I just wanted to get the scoop…

Larry stops and looks around the room, noticing Kasey is not in that specific room.

LARRY KACHOW: ...on...your...win. Wait...where is the lovely Ms Winterborn?

The sound of water finally catches Larry’s attention.

LARRY KACHOW: Oh? Has Lucky Larry hit the Ka-jackpot?

KaChow slowly walks over and softly touches the Ascension Championship Title.

LARRY KACHOW: Oh cold metal, the stories you could tell...the smells you still hold…

Before KaChow could do anything with the title, a small clothes pile catches his attention near the closet.

LARRY KACHOW: Oh, what do we have here? Lightning Larry like-y.

KaChow walks over and crouches down, rustling through the clothes on the floor...only to realize they were all clean and must have just fallen out of Kasey’s luggage. He stands to his feet and looks around the room.

LARRY KACHOW: If I were a special match worn outfit...where would Mah-Queen put me?

Larry catches sight of a piece of clothing with a blood stain on it, peeking out from under the bathroom door. It must have gotten caught when she shut it.

LARRY KACHOW: Ka-Chow!

Slowly Larry starts to walk over to the bathroom door.

LARRY KACHOW: You know...I could even score myself a small sneaky peak.

KaChow pulls out his cell phone and turns on the camera, still trying to walk as silently as he can. He stops at the door and reaches out for the doorknob.

CRACK!

Larry crumbles down to one knee as the shards from the chair that just busted over his back, hit the ground. Standing behind him holding the broken back of the chair, is the man in the red purge mask.

LARRY KACHOW: ...where...did you...come from…

The man in the red mask grabs Larry and pulls him to the center of the room, before lifting him up to meet face-to-mask.

REDD: Don’t you EVER disrespect her like this again, do you HEAR me?

LARRY KACHOW: ...y-...yeah…

Redd grabs Larry by the arm and whips him into the vanity…

CRASH!

Glass falls to the ground as Larry stumbles back, his face slightly cut up from the broken glass.

Redd takes a step back and eyes up Larry, when suddenly a noise to the left catches his attention. Standing there is a wet-haired Kasey, dressed in her towel again.

KASEY WINTERBORN: FUCK OFF!!!

Before Redd could move, a well placed back spinning heel kick catches him in the middle of the face...cracking his purge mask and knocking out half of it’s LED lights. Redd stumbles back, but quickly turns and runs into the closet.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Come back you pervert!!!

Kasey runs to the closet and begins pushing clothes aside...to find nothing. Redd is gone.

LARRY KACHOW: It...it was horrible. He was in here trying to look at you. I tried to stop him...I swear I did. But then he attacked me…

Kasey looks at KaChow, then back to the empty closet one more time as Larry continues to cry.


Cutting to the backstage area we come across one of Fallout’s newest acquisitions, a man that goes by The Indiana Beach Bad Boy, Mason Destruction. Mason’s dressed in a pair of jeans, a white “Elena Dedraca” shirt with a deep blue bandanna wrapped around his forehead. He stands with his back up against a wall, his ling ring swaying back and forth as he played with it via his tongue. His eyes are glued to the tv screen in front of him, which was set up so that talent could watch the matches - and seeing how Mason wasn’t booked, he really had nothing better to do.

Reaching down into his pockets he pulls out a pack of Marlboro lights and places one in between his lips before lighting it up. As he lets the first drag fill his lungs his eyes turn to the camera and he grins, not in some arrogant way - but in a way in which he seemed genuinely pleased to see you, the viewer. He removes the cigarette from his lips and glances at it before shrugging his shoulders.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Tryin’ to quit you know? But shits hard… Especially doing all this flying, being here in Brazil? If you would have asked me a year ago if I’d think any of this was possible, I woulda’ called you a fuckin’ fool… But here we are… Mason Destruction, in brazil and smoking a cigarette because flying still makes his nerves jumpy. Funny how life works out like that.

He chuckles, taking another drag of his cigarette and leaning more prevalently against the wall - he glances down at his boots and then back to the camera.

MASON DESTRUCTION: My names Mason by the way… Mason Destruction. And I’ve been blessed in this life to be given an opportunity to fight not only for the Fallout brand but for you people watching, including my little boy at home. See… I had given up on ever living out this dream, ever tasting the fruits of my backyard labor. Know what I mean? Six months ago I was working fucking construction, going to a fucking therapist because, well.. Life was supposed to be different by now.

As those words leave his lips, one of the staff members from the venue comes into the scene looking quite panicked, explaining to Mason that he can’t be smoking in this building, the only problem being is that Portuguese. But after a moment of confusion, Mason understands what he’s being told and puts the cigarette out happily, snuffing it out on the bottom of his size 16 boot and stuffing the butt into his pocket. As the staff member thanks him for complying, things get back to normal, and Mason looks back into the camera - still grinning with glee.

MASON DESTRUCTION: And you know what? It is different! It’s different now, and you know why that is? It’s because I bet on myself! I knew that I had something, something to give the world - a talent that could bring people in. And while I may just be getting started here in the professionals? I know wrestling… And I know what it takes to be taken seriously. I know what it’s like to work your fucking ass off, not for fame or glamour, but to put food on the table for your family! And this? This is just that on a much larger scale. Project Honor… Fallout. This feels different from all the other places I’ve been in my freshmen year.

Running his tongue along his lip ring, Mason pushes himself off of the wall and stretches out, his imposing frame really taking over the scene as he cracks his neck and arms. He points to the tv, while looking inquisitively into the camera.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Now I’m sure you all know just as well as I do that I’m not booked tonight, so you must be thinking that i’m going to go out there and interfere in some match! Maybe be the big reveal of some grand scheme that’s been going down. But no… I’m not here for any of that. I took time out of my life, my grind to come here tonight for this.

He once again points to the television which showed the arena, with it’s ring empty.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Because unlike a lot of the guys and girls around here… I wasn’t trained by someone great, I don’t have a lot of miles professionally into this business. Catch me in the backyard and that’s a whole different story, I’m as wiley as they come and can take one hell of a fucking beating. But when it comes to wrestling on live tv, when it comes to professional wrestling... I’m taking in all the experience I can get. No days off, no sitting at home waiting for an opportunity to ring me up. I came here tonight, to brazil, because I want to watch these other wrestlers. I want to watch these gladiators do what they do best!

With a slight chuckle, Mason pushes back the hair that stuck out from his bandanna. His eyes turning back to the television.

MASON DESTRUCTION: I’m learning them, seeing what they got. Scouting, whatever you want to call it… That’s why I’m here tonight, so that when I finally do get in that ring?

Turning back to the camera, which zooms out so that it can get his entire 6’7 frame in the picture, Mason rubs his hands together.

MASON DESTRUCTION: I’ll know exactly… What I’m up against.




CLARA OLSON: The following match is a tag team contest! Entering first...

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

‘Scary Mask’ plays out through the arena speakers as Drago Santiago makes his entrance, a malicious look on his face as he does so. He joins with Pyro in his corner, both men stacking up and watching the entrance ramp.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents…

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.



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

"Hi, are you looking for the other side?

Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?
Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like
You're corrupted?
I need to know where your loyalties lie
Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?
Do you really want to twist the knife
In the belly of the monster?"

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

"Kingslayer
Destroying castles in the sky
Kingslayer
Forevermore the apple of my eye
I'd sacrifice my life to find you
Angel of the flame
Kingslayer
Come and collect us from the night"

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

DING! DING! DING!

The match begins with Fairweather and Pyro the legal men, but Pyro’s not wasting any time as he runs The Shepherd down with a big Running Snapped German Suplex! Fairweather tries to recover, but Pyro rocks him with a big Yakuza Kick as Fairweather gets to the sitting position, and then a big sit-out lariat! Pyro doesn’t bother going for a pin, instead hauling Fairweather back up to his feet for another snapped suplex-but Fairweather rotates out of it and lands behind Pyro! He fires off a headbutt into the back of Pyro’s head, and goes for a Waistlock Takeover, driving Pyro to the canvas! He tries for Pyro’s arm in an armbar, but Pyro fights out of it! He gets Fairweather onto his back, and begins DRILLING him with punches to the skull! Fairweather relents his hold, and Pyro gets him with a headbutt of his own-before Fairweather fires one right back! Both men might be rattled, and Pyro falls back into his corner, allowing Santiago to tag in! Fairweather goes for a more active tag to Long, but Pyro manages to take Long off the apron with a running Yakuza Kick, sending both men over the ropes!

ALARA ADAMS: That’s a hell of a move from Pyro-but it assuredly isolates Fairweather from any help!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And with Fairweather in there alone with the vicious Santiago, I’m not sure what his prospects for survival look like!

Fairweather swings around INTO A RUNNING KNEE FROM DRAGO THAT SENDS HIM OUT TO THE APRON! Fairweather clutches the ropes, but Drago STOMPS on his hand as he clutches it, causing him to lose his grip and nearly fall-only for Drago to grab him and pull him back in with a DDT into the canvas! Fairweather might be out, but Drago doesn’t seem too satisfied with that, pulling Julius up to his feet! He looks for a Triangle Choke, but Fairweather keeps his balance and forces Drago’s shoulders back down to the mat for an improvised pin attempt!

ONE!
TWO!!

But Drago escapes at two! And now Fairweather’s trying for an ankle lock from that Triangle position as Drago had to break it to kick out! He tries to put some serious pressure on Drago’s ankle, and Santiago springs for the ropes to break the submission-NO! Fairweather drags him right back into the center of the ring! Fairweather’s looking to keep that ankle lock in tight before pulling Santiago in for the Bonnie Situation early! Drago struggles against the hold, and begins blasting Fairweather with back elbows in an attempt to get Julius off of him-and Julius releases the hold! He swings for a strike-but Drago catches his hand in mid-air and SNAPS ALL FOUR OF HIS FINGERS BACK-BEFORE GOING FOR THE THUMB AND SNAPPING THAT APPENDAGE, TOO!

ALARA ADAMS: Fairweather had a glimmer of hope there, but The Lightbringer snuffed that right out!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m not sure how Fairweather’s going to escape from this!

Fairweather’s holding his hand in pain, and Drago descends upon him like a vulture, grabbing him and pulling him into position for an Inverted DDT and falling it back! Fairweather’s head smacks hard into the canvas, and Drago rolls him to the center for a moment as he continues to stalk him, watching him deviously. He drags Fairweather up to a base, pulling him in and spinning into a WHITE WEDDING ONTO THE KNEE! He then rolls Julius off of his knee, and goes for a cover!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

NO! Fairweather kicks out at the last possible second! Drago looks to his corner for a tag to Pyro, but as he goes for the tag to unleash Pyro on the damaged Fairweather, Pyro gets taken off the apron by Jason Long! Long follows up with a MASSIVE Meteora to Drago that takes him to the canvas, before following up with a tag to Fairweather, allowing Fairweather to fall to the outside for a recovery! Long sets up in the corner, and looks for a Vanity Killer to Drago!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jason Long may’ve turned the match’s momentum around right here!

ALARA ADAMS: But will it last?!

Long runs in for the Punt, but Drago manages to pull away at the last second! Drago grabs Long from behind, pulling him down for another Inverted DDT, but Long shoves Drago off! Bicycle knee! Spinning elbow! Superkick! Drago falls back into the ropes, and Long hits the rebound, looking for his Devil Trigger to send Drago over the top rope and to the outside-but Drago pulls back at the last second! Drago catches Long with a choke-AND THEN SENDS HIM CAREENING BACKWARDS INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! He follows up with a Running Knee Strike to the side of Long’s head, staggering The King before he goes to the ropes, looking for a flying knee to put him away for good-BUT LONG CATCHES HIM! Long looks to Pyro on the outside, recovering, and goes to powerbomb Santiago onto Pyro-but Pyro catches Santiago with impressive strength! He goes to set his partner down-BUT BOTH EAT A MOONSAULT FROM LONG THAT WIPES THEM OUT!

Long gets back to his feet, and drags Santiago up and back into the ring. He goes to the top rope, looking for a Blood Dragon as Santiago tries to get to a four-post, but Santiago rolls out of the way at the last second! Long swings around and catches Santiago with a Pipeline Punch, and then a King’s Guillotine! Drago Santiago is out on his knees! Long goes to the ropes to look for a modified springboard Stacked Deck to take Drago out for good-but Pyro meets him on the ropes with a Yakuza Kick! Long is stuck on the ropes, and Pyro follows up with The Exorcism to the skull! Long staggers back into the ring, and Pyro tags in off of Santiago, allowing Santiago to catch Long with the White Wedding, and opening Long up to get caught by the Silent Scream from Pyro, who plants Long with a Mandible Claw slam and holds it in place.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners...PYRO and DRAGO SANTIAGO!!!

Drago and Pyro quickly slide out of the ring and start making their way up the ramp as Julius slides into the ring to check on Jason Long.


ALYSSA NGUYEN: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… The Queen of Candyland, Savannah Sunshine.

The bubbly woman finally walks into view, a small smile on her lips as freshly dyed purple locks are brushed across one shoulder. There’s a certain air about her, one that’s not her typical sunshine and rainbows self. She gives a wave, fingers wiggling a greeting on one hand.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Hi, ‘Lyssa! Thanks so much for having me. I’m super excited that you took time out of your super busy day to talk to me.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Of course, Sav’. No problem at all. Now, you have a very big match coming up here tonight. With so much on your plate, how are you feeling going into things tonight?

Lips curve into a slight frown, pursed in thought as she takes a moment to really consider her words. Tongue peeking out to wet pink lips as she inhales a gentle breath.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well, obviously it’s not going to be an easy task. As much as I hate to give Kayla credit, she’s not one to play games. Elena isn’t either. Alice isn’t one to stumble over either. All three women are going to give me a run for my money tonight. But, I have to do what I have to do out there tonight to make sure I get my point across.

Alyssa nods, as Savannah cracks her knuckles. An anxious habit of hers as she bounces around on the balls of her feet softly.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: You had a lot to say about your opponents already. Though, it’s unclear whether they take you as a threat or not. It was made clear that at least one of your opponents does not take you seriously.

There’s a slight chuckle from Savannah as she gently takes the microphone from Alyssa, lightly nudging her out of the way. Hair brushed from her field of view as a gentle sigh falls from her lips.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Listen, this isn’t just a message for people who still don’t take me seriously.This is a message for anyone who thinks that I’m going to stand aside while being disrespected. I might look like some frilly little sunshine-y chick, but that’s not what I am. Well, I suppose it’s part of who I am. The other part of me is a part that I don’t like to bring out.

But, it’s been made abundantly clear that I need to stop treating people with respect here who don’t deserve it. I’m not going to stand aside any longer. I’m going to let my actions speak for me and shut up those who oppose me. Tonight, you all get a sneak peek at what happens when you disrespect me and make me your enemy. No longer will I allow anyone to disrespect me, the ones I love, or to drag my son into things. From here on out, I will absolutely shut that down.

She rolls her neck from left to right, head lulling a bit before she carefully hands Alyssa the microphone once more. With a mere nod to Alyssa, she steps out of view and away from the camera. Leaving Alyssa with a small look of concern upon her face as the scene fades to black.


PREVIOUSLY RECORDED

For a long moment the logo of Elena DeDraca remains in view, before the scene slowly changes. It shows the Legacy champion sitting inside a half empty locker room, the lights softly dimmed.

ELENA DEDRACA: There are things that never get old, right? Pointless insults combined with not doing your homework. Funny enough there was a time all of this would have triggered the worst in me. But you might realise I talk past tense here. I have seen enough, done more than that- to really care. No matter what my opponents have to say, it holds no value till they prove their point.

She was stretching out her legs, looking somewhat comfortable.

ELENA DEDRACA: I know that leaves everyone with the question, what the point might be. It is so easy, ladies. Be better than me. Inside that ring, own me in a way that makes you special. If you can’t do that, why would I get annoyed with your words? Miss Knight will make this a funny event, coming close to a circus show. Sure to a degree she is right, but as much as the crowd wants to be entertained- they also hunger for violence. So adapt, love.”

Once more she shifted on her seat, rolling her neck several times. Elena looked perfectly calm at this moment.

ELENA DEDRACA: Or you Savannah. I am not really sure what your deal is. But what I spotted was this, you pulled a tantrum on social media. Never a good idea. Especially not when you are facing someone that is known for her mean mouth. So with all due respect, you kicked yourself into the out. I don’t have patience for those that feel the constant need to express themselves on those platforms. You could have simply wrapped all of this up and made it count. I don’t give a flying fuck whoms dick you suck or don’t. None of this makes you matter to me more or less. Do you see my private life being a subject? Sure there are those that think I didn’t treat a certain family right, but not anyone really spoke up. So honest meant advice, toughen up. If a few words about your beau is all it needs, you will not survive. Easy as that.

Somewhere outside there was an alerting noise, but she didn’t move. While she usually seemed calm and collected, tonight she even topped that. Her facial expression was serious yet relaxed.

ELENA DEDRACA: And how could I forget about you, Kayla? The oh so tough Richards girl. Bish, please. We all know by now that you have the tendency to repeat yourself. Like a broken record that someone threw in the trash. Maybe you think you can wear someone down like that. And looking at your resume, it works more often than it doesn’t. But just like I told you before, I am not everyone else. I don’t fall victim to your usual antics. When you allow me to be open with you, I find it extremely boring. My time is rather limited, so I am the kind that will always pick action over words. Can you say the same about yourself? I assume we will find out tonight, when your mouth will be the least helpful part of your body. Unless you decided to bite, which I could see in your case. Dirty and all that.

Elena slowly got up, folded the chair and leaned it against a wall. For a short moment her eyes remained on it.

ELENA DEDRACA: I told you, all of you, I don’t need reassurance from anyone. I know my worth and the reason why I am the champion. It shows you that at this point, I am the best performer that Project Honor has to offer. Not Kayla Richards. Not Shawn Warstein. No, Elena DeDraca. And I couldn’t care less if that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, or scratches on your fragile ego. Tonight is just like every other night that I step through this curtain. I will do my thing, which means- I destroy people. It’s a really easy concept. And exactly what a champion is supposed to do. Learn and live, kiddos.

She winked into the camera.

ELENA DEDRACA: You are welcome.



CLARA OLSON: Introducing first for the ladies night main event non-title match… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… The British Raven; Fist of Hydra; Gothmother of Wrestling… The Legacy Champion... 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
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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: Next to the ring… Weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds… The Queen of Candyland, (The) Sweet Girl With a Sour Kick, Candyland's Greatest Export, & The Suguary Sensation… SAAAVVVVAAANNNNNNNAAAAHHHH SUUUUNNNNSSSSHHHIIINNNNEEEE!!!

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: Next to the ring… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… Dreamkiller… KAAAYYYYLLLLAAAA RIIIICCCCHHHHAAAARRRRDDDSSSS!!!

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: Next to the ring… Weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds… The Night Owl… ALLLLIIIICCCCEEEE KNNNIIIGGGHHHHTTT!!!

”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 waits for the match to begin.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell had rung Savannah Sunshine ran at Kayla Richards taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press and unloading a flurry of punches. While that is going on, Alice Knight has approached Elena DeDraca and starts HOOTing like an owl. Elena doesn’t seem impressed at all and has had enough as she pulls Alice towards her and connects with a Knee right to the side of Alice’s temple. Kayla manages to spin Savannah onto her back and is now the one to be hitting her with a flurry of punches. Elena pulls Alice up to her and attempts a Suplex only for Alice to block the attempt. Alice now goes for a Suplex but Elena has other ideas as she lands on her feet behind Alice and hits her with a German Suplex.

ALARA ADAMS: Amazing work by Elena DeDraca there.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Obviously. She is the best, after all she is undefeated and the Legacy Champion.

ALARA ADAMS: Good point!

Savannah and Kayla in the meantime are both back up to their feet as they’re trading punches. Elena is back to her feet as she looks down at Alice who seems to be out of action for now. Elena then sees her opportunity as Kayla knocks Savannah down to her knees as Elena runs using Savannah’s back as a Springboard to hit Kayla with a Shining Wizard. This sends Kayla to the mat and as Elena gets up she is met by a pissed off Savannah who clocks her in the jaw with a Right Punch. Savannah follows the Right Punch by a Left Punch, then a Kick to the stomach before wrapping her legs around Elena’s body and getting her in a Headlock.

Kayla and Alice both get up to their feet at the same time as Kayla isn’t happy as she just drops Alice with a Jumping Spinning Roundhouse. Once again Alice is down to the mat as Kayla kicks Savannah in the back as hard as she possibly can. This causes Savannah to let go off Elena and fall to the mat clenching at her back. Kayla and Elena then start trading Left and Right Punches in the middle of the ring. Kayla has had enough and Gouges at Elena’s eyes before dropping her with a STO Backbreaker. Savannah is up to her feet before Kayla is and jumps up on to the top of the turnbuckle before shouting at Kayla. Kayla turns around in time to be on the receiving end of a Crossbody as Savannah hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
ALICE BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Good save there by Alice.

KAYDEN ELLIS: FALLHOOT!!!

Alice is the first to her feet after breaking up the pin and waits for Savannah to get to their feet and as they both turn around Alice knocks Kayla and Savannah down with a Double Clothesline. They both instantly get back up to their feet only for Alice to drop them both with a Springboard DDT. Just as Alice is building some momentum up, Elena is back to her feet and hits Alice with a Dragon Suplex and transitions it into a Dragon Sleeper. Elena locks the hold in perfectly as Alice tries everything to escape but she can’t as she starts screaming in pain.

That’s when the camera goes ringside as it follows James Raven and Shawn Warstein walking cautiously down the aisle and taking a seat front and center. That’s when security shows up and tries to remove them from ringside, only for Warstein and Raven to simultaneously hold up tickets and take their seats with shit eating grins on their faces. Shawn kicks his feet up on the barricade and pulls out his phone, while James winks, waves at the camera and then gets stuck into his popcorn.

ALARA ADAMS: Why are they even here?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Warstein has probably been here all night simping over Kasey.

ALARA ADAMS: Don’t be silly, he is here to see the A-Show!

Back to the action in the ring and once again Kayla and Savannah are to their feet as Kayla kicks Elena in the head just before Savannah manges to kick Kayla’s other leg out from beneath her. Alice, Elena and Kayla are all on the mat as Savannah hits a Lionsault on Alice before jumping out the ring onto the apron, and then Springboards off the ropes going to hit a Senton onto Kayla only for Kayla to get her knees up. Savannah is now laying face down on the mat holding her back. Kayla is up to her feet, she isn’t done with Savannah as she helps her to her feet by her hair only for her to hit Kayla with a Knee to the stomach and goes for a Snap Suplex only for Kayla to reverse it hitting a Snap Suplex on Savannah.

Savannah is back on her feet and notices Elena is getting up to her feet too. Savannah runs at Elena who is on all fours and goes to hit a Dropkick to Elena’s head only for Elena to be one step ahead and move. Savannah ends up hitting the mat hard as Elena gets to her feet seeing that Alice is trying to get to her feet only for Elena to hit Alice with Flight Of The Raven (Curb Stomp) as she looks over at James Raven after smiling. As she did Warstein looked up at her and just shrugged before going back to looking at his phone.

ALARA ADAMS: Warstein doesn’t look that interested.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What’s the point in him being here then?

ALARA ADAMS: Go and ask him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: NO!

Elena, Savannah and Kayla are all up to their feet now. Kayla is the closest to Alice as she just uses her foot to push Alice out of the ring and onto the floor on the outside. Now Kayla, Elena and Savannah circle one and other in the centre of the ring. They try to keep their eyes on one another when Kayla steps back holding her arms up signaling to Elena and Savannah to fight among themselves. Elena just shrugs but Savannah has other ideas as she runs at Kayla and drops her with a Leg Lariat. Up to her feet once again, this time she runs at Elena only to be dropped with a Jumping Knee connecting right to her chin.

ALARA ADAMS: OUCH! That has to hurt!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I can feel that one from here.

Elena starts to walk over to Savannah but notices that Kayla is getting to her feet so spins on the spot only to be dropped by Kayla hitting her with a Slingblade. Kayla follows it up with a Guillotine Leg Drop and goes for the pin on Elena.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!

As soon as Kayla Richards gets back to her feet she comes face to face with Savannah Sunshine as they start to exchange words. Little did they know, Alice Knight has now slid in the ring and runs towards them both hitting them with a Dropkick sending them into the ropes. Kayla and Savannah bounce off the ropes going for a Double Clothesline only for Alice to duck it and be rewarded with Elena taking her down with a Running STO and somehow with her submission knowledge transitioning it into the Lotus Lock as Alice screamed out in pain.

ALARA ADAMS: Talking about OUCH!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Poor Alice!

Savannah and Kayla are both on their feet seeing the predicturement that Alice is in and the pain she is clearly in too. Savannah hits an Elbow Drop on Elena as Kayla hits a Dropkick on Alice. Kayla and Savannah are back to focusing on each other again as they trade blows in the middle of the ring. Kayla tries to be sneaky and go for a poke to the eye but Savannah manages to step back in time and land a Roundhouse Kick on Kayla who then returns with a Roundhouse Kick of her own to Savannah. They both start trading Roundhouse Kicks, both of them refusing to go down as they do.

ALARA ADAMS: This is amazing from Kayla and Savannah.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The hate between the two is clear to see.

Eventually Kayla has had enough, grabbing Savannah’s leg and taking her down with a Dragon Leg Whip and keeps hold of the leg locking in an Ankle Lock and wrapping her legs around Savannah’s leg. Savannah tries reaching out for the ropes and Kayla sees this so unwraps her legs and pulls Savannah to the middle of the ring and wraps her legs back around. Savannah is trying with all her strength to crawl back towards the ropes but Kayla has the Ankle Lock locked in well.

"Fairies Wear Boots" by Black Sabbath starts to play as Kayla lets go of Savannah much to her relief as Pixie Sloane walks out on the ramp. Kayla slides out of the ring and death glares at Pixie Sloane who stands there smiling as she signals to Kayla to turn around. When Kayla does turn around she is met by Savannah hitting her with a Suicide Dive taking them both out of action and to the floor on the outside of the ring. Pixie just chuckles before her music cuts out as she disappears backstage.

ALARA ADAMS: Pixie with the save by distracting Kayla.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Savannah taking advantage and taking Kayla out.

Elena and Alice are now both to their feet and the only ones in the ring as they look at each other locking up in the middle of the ring. Alice stomps on Elena’s foot and tries to go for a DDT but Elena is having none of it. Elena manages to grab hold of Alice and lock in her submission finisher Fist Of Hydra(Octopus Hold) as the ref starts to check on Alice to see if she gives up but she shakes her head. This just makes Elena apply as much pressure as she can and it’s clear that Alice isn’t escaping no matter how much she tries.

Eventually the ref checks on her and gets no reply so he holds her arm up for it to flop down again, he does it another two times to the same result so he calls for the bell. The ref is trying to let Elena know she has won the match but she holds onto the hold for a little longer before letting go and Alice falling to the mat.

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

The ref hands Elena her Project: Honor Legacy Championship. She walks over to the ropes and holds the Championship Title up into the air, directly in front of where Shawn Warstein and James Raven are sitting. Shawn Warstein stands to his feet and begins clapping slowly, a smirk on his face. The scene hangs on them for a moment, before fading out.