Disputed Territory 2021 Results

We find ourselves in a large opening, located amidst a large dense forest of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. The night sky is black and full of electricity as a storm is starting to roll in. But a few large posts with fires on top of them, stick out like a sore thumb in the eerie night. Many unseen faces can stand hidden behind robe-hoods, unrecognizable masks, and some just shade by the shadows of the night itself. Before them all, stands a large wooden platform maybe a foot or two off the ground.

The murmuring of the group quiets down as two figures walk onto the platform. One of them steps to the edge, closest to the crowd, and removes his hood...revealing it is Drago Santiago.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Hello my friends and thank you for coming on such short notice.

A second figure steps up to Drago’s right.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: You all know that we have been planning on this for awhile, but we just needed the right time...the right moment...to bring it all together. You, me...us...needed the right set of circumstances to fall into place, so that our mindset...our vision...could be brought to the forefront.

Drago takes a deep breath, looking out onto his followers.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Each and every one of us have waited for our time to shine, waited for our time to rise up and stand amongst our peers...proud of who we are...proud of what we are...proud of what we can do. For far too long, people have looked down upon our kind. They raised up their chins and stared down the tip of their noses, scoffing at us because we weren’t just carbon copies of everyone’s neighbor...carbon copies of the paperboy...carbon copies of everyone’s favorite Uncle. Instead...we brought the pain...we brought the darkness...we brought…

Dargo smirks as he turns and looks at the figure to his right.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: ...the fire.

And with that, the second figure tosses back his hood to reveal it is Pyro. Drago gives a devilish smirk as he turns back to the crowd.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: And tonight, we start looking towards our future. We start looking on the horizon, where we can see everything we have always wanted. We can see everything we have always deserved. But to appease those who graciously give us these things...we must give up something from ourselves. Ozymandias...if you will, please.

From the darkness, steps the Butcher of Reine, the beast from Proving Ground. He isn’t wearing a robe, but his stature is still madness inducing and his general presence brings a sense of fear. But he doesn’t come alone. Holding her by her hair to prevent her from getting away, Savannah Sunshine is pulled up onto the stage. She is fighting as best as she can, to free herself from the monster’s grasps...but at this point it is useless.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: LET ME GO YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!!!

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Oh Savannah, sweet child. Your mind is so corrupted by sugars, sweets, and that disgusting Jason Long. When will you learn, this land is already claimed by yours truly. I am the Champion of this place and will continue my reign and I will lift up those who stand by my side. You and Jason? You are merely ants in my world of giants. And after tonight, nothing will stop me and my brothers from obtaining complete control of this dominion. Not you, not Jason, not Julius...not even DeMarco.

Ozymandias grabs Savannah, lifting her up and placing her on a large altar that two hooded figures had pushed to sit in front of Drago.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Tonight we will prove we are unattainable. We will prove we are unmatched. Tonight we assert our claim to this territory. And for all those who oppose us...fuck ‘em.

Pyro grabs Savannah’s shoulders and pins her down onto the altar, while Ozy holds her legs. Drago reaches into his cloak and pulls out a large ornamental knife, the handle made of ivory and the pommel in the shape of a snake head. He walks up to the altar and slowly drags the tip of the knife across Savannah’s exposed midsection.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Oh, Savannah. Not too long ago we stood in the ring together. And although you were declared the victor over me, it was all because of your meddlesome lover. But you still tried to hold it in my face. You still tried to proclaim yourself as the greater adversary. But in the end...who is getting their shot at me? Who will stand in the ring across from me, while you dabble with false cults and false warriors?

He stops outlighting her stomach and presses the tip of the blade into her stomach, just enough to break skin and cause blood to slowly seep up around the blade.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: You were just a pawn in the game then and you are just a pawn in the game now. Tonight you will be sacrificed, not to any God...not to any Devil...not really to ANY deity. But merely as a way to appease my own morbid ideology.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: What?

Drago leans down and whispers into Savannah’s ear and as a loud clap of thunder rings through the area.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: I’m doing it, because I want to see you bleed.

Drago stands up tall and takes in a deep breath, lifting the knife up above Savannah and holding it tightly with both hands.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur!

JASON LONG: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, YOU GANGLY LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Everyone turns their attention to behind the altar, where Jason Long and Julius Fairweather stand.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I could not have put it more motherfuckingly eloquent.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: Oh, Jason, I’m so happy to see you here to watch as I sacrifice your little hoochie…

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Who the fuck you calling a hoochie?

DRAGO SANTIAGO: ...to appease my own self indulgence. Stick around and maybe I can sacrifice you too. After all, who doesn’t want to bathe in the blood of a King?

Drago turns around to lift the knife above his head again, only to see half of the people in robes before him...have shed the robes and are attacking Drago’s followers. To the right, Julius Fairweather spears into Pyro...knocking him away from the altar itself.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: DAMMIT! Ozy, can you…

Drago turns to his left to see running into the crowd himself, to take care of some of their intruders...while Savannah has slid off the altar and began attacking some of the robed people in the crowd herself.

DRAGO SANTIAGO: People just keep ruining all my fun. But I will NOT be denied my pound of flesh!

Drago turns around to see Jason Long charging at him. He lowers himself down and gets ready to brace for Long hitting into him, but right before he does, a bright bolt of lightning lights up the scene and the Disputed Territory logo appears...


The logo hangs on the screen, when the opening lyrics to ‘’Go To War” by Nothing More begin to echo out.

I don’t know what you had in mind,
But here we stand on opposing sides.

Let’s go to war…
LET’S GO TO WAR!!!

Flashes of matches appear on our screen…

First the Ascension Scramble Match, featuring Kevin Hunter, Daniel Horror, Heathen Jones, Lesley Adora, Mason Destruction, Eli Atlas, and Logan Burgess.

We arm ourselves with the wrongs we’ve done,
Name them off, one by one.

Let’s go to war…
LET’S GO TO WAR!!!

Then the Backyard Brawl Ascension Championship Match, with Ascension Champion Kasey Winterborn and challenger Kagome Akaibara.

Everything you say,
Everything you do, you push it in

AND YOU CUT ME...down…
AND YOU CUT ME...down!!!

The image cuts to show the Fight Pit Match between Pyro and Julius Fairweather.

WAR! WAR! WAR!

We cut to show an image of the Noble Triple Threat, with Savannah Sunshine, Havoc, and Valkyrie.

Screaming at the ones we love,
Like we forgot who we can trust.
Screaming at the top of our lungs,
On the grounds where we feel safe

Cut to show the Noble Championship match, featuring the Noble Champion Kayla Richards and challenger Pixie Sloane.

Do we feel safe?

Switch to the Legacy Championship Match, with Legacy Champion Elena DeDraca and challenger Shawn Warstein.

Do we feel safe?

Final match image for the Fan Lumberjack Prime Championship Match, slotted between the Prime Champion Drago Santiago and the challenger Jason Long.

The music slowly fades out as we are left with the Disputed Territory poster.



The logo fades out and we see Pyro walking through the back halls. He turns the corner and almost runs head-on into Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco, who is still sporting some cuts and bruises from his match with Kasey Winterborn. Pyro snears as both men stop dead in their tracks.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Ah, Pyro...I was hoping I’d run into you before your match today.

PYRO: I want nothing to do with you fucking suits.

Pyro attempts to walk past DeMarco, but DeMarco reaches up and places his hand on Pyro’s shoulder...stopping the Messiah of Fire. Pyro begins to growl as he looks at DeMarco’s hand.

PYRO: If you were smart, you take your hand off me before I make it look like a charcoal broquet.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen, man. I mean you no harm and I just wanted to let you know I got your message.

A devilish smirk creeps across the face of Pyro.

PYRO: Good.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But I wanted to talk to you about it. You see, this whole Kasey and her red-mask wearing stalker has had me on edge lately. I’ve tried to tighten things up around here, when I created this brand for chaos...I created this brand to release the demons that Indy Darling and the whole PG blue-brand just seem to find so repulsing.

PYRO: Yeah, before you become Mr. Goodie-two-shoes...putting on your suit jacket and tie...rubbing elbows with Rock Johnson and the other big wigs.

The General Manager looks down and sighs slightly.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I have no one to blame but myself. I opened a playground for all of you to play with no rules...then started adding restrictions after everyone was starting to enjoy themselves.

PYRO: You got that right.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But I wanted to get you before your match because I wanted to tell you that things will be a little different around here.

Pyro begins to scowl.

PYRO: Fuckin’ hell, what are you ruining now?

Suddenly a devilish look that hasn’t been seen on Christian DeMarco’s face in months, slowly emerges.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I’m not ruining anything. It’s just time that we let nature take its course. It’s time we went back to letting things just...happen. It's time to let chaos begat chaos.

DeMarco reaches into his back pocket and produces a fresh box of matches, handing it to Pyro. Like a kid on Christmas day, Pyro snatches the matches away and eyes up the undisturbed box with his disturbed gaze.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Go have fun tonight, my friend. Go have fun.

DeMarco finally removes his hand from Pyro’s shoulder, before walking off with a slight limp. Pyro pauses for a moment from staring lovingly at his box of matches, to turn and see DeMarco walking away. Quickly The Savior turns his head back around and walks off with his new toy.



CLARA OLSON: Introducing first for the Ascension Scramble Match… KEEEVVVVIIIINNNN HUUUUNNNNTTTTTEEERRRR!!!

Kevin Hunter was already in the ring as "Dust" by Tremonti starts to fade out.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next… DAAAANNNNIIIIEEEELLLL HOOOORRRRRRRRROOOOORRRR!!!

The light dims and changes into the red light

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

The smoke fills the floor

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

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

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

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

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next… HEEEEAAAATTTTHHHEEEENNN JOOONNNNEEEESSSSS!!!

Alarms sounded, bells rang, and whistles blew before a false emergency message overdubbed a matching system graphic on the screen.

♫“Administrators of this arena, with support of local, state, and federal safety authorities, have triggered this safety alert. This is not a test. Please take shelter in your seats immediately and brace yourself to be thoroughly entertained…”♫

The groovy beat of Black Label Society’s “Fire It Up” brought Heathen Jones idling through the curtain. Filthy from head to toe, his clothes scuffed, stained, and soiled, from the leather of his steel-toed Redwings and covering every inch of his blue Dickie’s coveralls. Both hands wrapped with white tape; in the right, his Mossy Oak mud-jug.

Heathen had stepped through the curtain, directly into a shower of crumpled nacho trays and empty paper cups. The wide brim of his straw orchard hat both shielded and shrouded his beady, soulless shark eyes. Garbage littered the stage and he made them wait as he stood there in it, lifting the dip cup slowly to his lip to spit. A thick, dark trail of tobacco fell down into his thick beard to become encrusted with the bits already there.

As if to call his dog, Heathen quickly patted the side of his thigh. Hickey sultrily danced from behind the curtain, wearing an eight-foot logging chain as if it were a charmer’s snake. She wasn’t wearing much else, newspaper thin flip-flops, a hint of a pair of denim Daisy Dukes and a shirt with Heathen’s face-logo on it.

Hickey followed Heathen to the ring, he sauntered in no hurry while she almost skipped, prancing to the ring. Neither paid the fans much attention down the ramp. He stopped at ringside, allowing her to go by, and he tapped her bottom as she did. She glanced back at him seductively, before hopping up to sit on the edge of the apron. She tossed the hook of the chain to him and reeled him in.

Heathen and Hickey posed for the roaming camera and a few stills before he slunk up onto the apron to her right and rolled under the bottom rope. On his knees, they kissed through the ropes and she dropped off the apron. Heathen refused to allow the official to check him, checking the official instead to a roar from the crowd. Hickey rounded the ring on the outside and met him in the far corner to wait.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next… LEEESSSSSLLLLEEEEEYYYYY ADDDDOOOORRRRAAAA!!!

The beautiful orchestra of "Two Steps from Hell" by Archangel plays, and the lights dim. Mostly white mixed with gold, purple and pink spotlights shoot through the arena, lighting the smoke that slowly rolls from the entrance ramp. Finally, Lesley Adora make his way onto the ramp, the white smoke rolling over his legs almost hiding his beautiful sparkling bodysuit - white with silver accents, streamers falling from the arms, bird wing embroidery, unzipped enough to show his large oiled chest. Slowly he walks to the ring, making eye contact and pointing at fans who generally want nothing to do with him until he gets to the ring apron. The ring steps have been moved to be centered to the apron, where Lesley slowly walks with his arms wide to each side. He spins when he gets on the apron, leaning his back against the ropes and allowing the spotlights to center on him, smoke flying from all sides of him as he closes his eyes and allows everyone to take him all in. From there he enters the ring, and slowly removed his bodysuit to get ready for action.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next… MAAAASSSSSSOOOOONNNNN DEEEEESSSSSTTTTRRRUUUCCCTTTIIIOOONNN!!!

"DADADA DADADA DADA, DADA, DA DA DA DADA, DADA
DADADA DADADA DADA, DADA, DADA, DADA."

And with that the entire arena screams.

"LET'S GO!"

The hard-hitting guitar riffs of " The Downfall of Us All" starts to blare out through the arena, becoming one with the sound of the crowd as The Indiana Beach Bad Boy himself, Mason Destruction kicks his way onto the stage. The towering man beats his chest like a war drum as he screams out into the audience, making sure they are just as fucking pumped as he is before descending down the ramp, headbanging the entire time. He takes his time to high-five a few folk as he marches down to to the ring, a confident yet cocksure grin across his face. As he reaches the ring he turns his back to it, pressing his back up against the apron and looking out towards the crowd. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he smirks while nodding his head to the beat of the song. He then smacks both of his shoulders, one after the other before quickly ruining his hands through his hair and throwing his arms up - letting out a battle ready roar.

Masons turns towards the ring before grabbing the middle rope and pulling himself up, he then steps over the top rope and instantly goes to the middle of the ring, where he slaps each of his thighs and jumps up into the the air stomping down and raising his arms up once again, letting out that same roar as before. He then settles into his corner, cracking his knuckles and other things that need a good crackin' before the match can begin.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing next… ELLLLIIIII ATTTTTTLLLLAAAASSSS!!!

Atlas emerges onto the stage in wrestling boots in different colours week to week and black denim pants. He also has a half-blue-half-red rally flag draped around his shoulders. He turns his back and spreads his arms out to show the fabric in all its glory to the camera. The fabric includes names of fans (or maybe even say, soup kitchens or hospitals) that come from the city the company happens to be in that week. As he gets in the ring he points to the camera and then to both his shoulders. He drapes his flag over the ropes.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing the last competitor… LOOOGGGGAAAANNNN BUUUURRRRGGGGEEEEESSSS!!!

The arena goes dark, the crowd gets silent, waiting for what is happening. Until the World Goes Cold, blast through the speakers the crowd roars the lyrics. Logan walks onto the stage. If there's a belt, it's in his left hand. He spins around slowly, coming back to the camera lens with a smirk. Once down the ramp, he slides under the bottom rope he stops on both knees chuckling to himself.

DING! DING! DING!

Kevin Hunter, Daniel Horror, Heathen Jones, Lesley Adora, Mason Destruction, Eli Atlas, and Logan Burgess are all sizing each other up seeing who is going to make the first move. Kevin and Logan are the first to go on the attack as Kevin runs at Daniel going for a Clothesline. Daniel ducks the Clothesline attempt and takes Kevin out of the ring with a Clothesline of his own. Whereas Logan throws a right hand at Heathen who blocks it and returns with a right hand of his own as they start to trade punches back and forth.

Lesley Adora watched on as Mason and Eli locked up, Mason gets the upper hand as he drops Eli with a Single Leg Takedown and goes to follow it up with a Hammer fists to the side of the head only for Lesley to connect with a Dropkick to the side of Mason’s head. Lesley is back up to his feet only to be dropped by Daniel who hits him with a Bicycle Kick that nearly takes his head off. Daniel sees that Kevin is getting to his feet and just runs at the ropes diving through them with a Suicide Dive that takes Kevin down. Both Daniel and Kevin are down on the outside now.

ALARA ADAMS: Damn! That was suicidal.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hence it being called a Suicide Dive, Alara!

Heathen has managed to finally get the better of Logan as he notices Mason running towards him so drops him with the Swinging Side Slam. This gives Logan the chance to grab hold of Heathen and help him to his feet only to take him down again with a DDT. Lesley is back up to his feet as is Logan who hasn’t seen that Lesley is too. Lesley seizes his opportunity and takes Logan down with a sickening Lariat to the back of his head. Lesley is the only man standing at the moment as he takes the time to taunt those on the floor. Lesley walks over to Mason and just slaps him around the face but that wasn’t as wise as he thought it’d be. This has only angered Mason who gets up to his feet as Lesley backs away into the corner of the ring.

Now that Lesley was in the corner of the ring, Mason walks over and Chops Lesley’s chest not once, not twice but three times. This causes Lesley to be in absolute agony as he drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Eli is back up to his feet and straight away Mason and Eli start trading blows. Eli kicks Mason to the midsection and drops him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Daniel and Kevin are both back to their feet on the outside as Kevin runs at Daniel only for Daniel to step aside and use Kevin’s momentum to slam him head first into the steel steps.

ALARA ADAMS: OUCH! That has got to hurt.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I got a headache from just seeing it.

Kevin is out cold as his face is covered in blood as Daniel leans down, getting the blood on his hand before smearing it over his chest and starts laughing as he gets back into the ring. Logan is back up to his feet as Eli hits him with a Dropkick. Daniel and Eli are the only two who actually are up on their feet at the moment. Daniel sees Eli and Eli only sees Daniel when he is on the receiving end of the Chicago Destroyer (Springboard Cutter) as Daniel goes straight for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
LOGAN BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!

Everyone but Kevin Hunter is back in the ring, only Eli is just about getting to his feet with the help of the ropes. Once he is up on his feet, the six guys that are in the ring look at each other before going on the attack. Daniel and Heathen go at each other as Lesley and Mason do as well as Eli and Logan going at each other. Heathen manages to hit Hickey’s Will (Stalling Suplex Into A Side Slam) on Daniel. Lesley hits Into The Light (Straight Palm Strike To The Face) on Mason and Eli hits Titanfall (Military Press Michonoku Driver) on Logan.

Heathen, Lesley, and Eli are once again back up to their feet, Heathen and Lesley go to hit Eli with a Double Clothesline as he ducks the attempt, bounces off the ropes and takes them both down with a Clothesline of his own. Eli is back to his feet as he sees Kevin back to his on the outside trying to get into the ring so Eli hits Kevin with a Dropkick that sends him flying off the apron and back first into the barricade. Mason is the first to get to his feet as he grabs hold of Eli and drops him to the mat with a German Suplex. Mason then grabs hold of Heathen, helping him to his feet and drops him with the Pawnee Sunrise (Cross-Legged Samoan Driver) and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: HEATHEN JONES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Mason with the first elimination.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Heathen Jones you Heathen!

Kevin Hunter is angry as he somehow gets the strength to crawl into the ring and is kindly helped to his feet by Mason who drops him with the Indiana Death Sentance(Belly to Backbreaker Drop) and now Lesley has got to his feet as he takes down Mason with a Reverse DDT before going over to Kevin and pinning him.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: KEVIN HUNTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Heathen Jones has finally managed to roll out of the ring and make his way up the ramp to the backstage area as Lesley gets to his feet and picks Kevin Hunter up and throws him out of the ring. Eli and Mason are getting back up to their feet as Mason and Lesley both decide to grab hold of Eli and take him down with a Double DDT before Mason takes Lesley out with a Clothesline. Mason then picks Eli up again as Eli gets the upper hand as he whips Mason into the ropes only for Mason to take Eli down with the Destructo Kick (Big Boot) and go for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: ELI ATLAS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Daniel, Logan, Lesley, and Mason are all to their feet in the ring. Lesley and Mason are trading blows as Daniel grabs hold of Logan and hits the Horror-D-T (Future Shock DDT) on him and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: LOGAN BURGESS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

Eli Atlas has only just managed to leave the ring and make his way backstage as Daniel gets to his feet and picks Logan up and throws him out of the ring. By this point, Lesley drops Mason with a STO and turns around to hit Daniel with The Awakening (Electric Chair Pop Up Into A Catch German Suplex) and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: DANIEL HORROR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

Lesley Adora and Mason Destruction are the only two left as they’re both up to their feet as they meet in the centre of the ring. Both Lesley and Mason are shouting at each other that they both have two eliminations and that they’re about to eliminate the other. Lesley clearly hadn’t learned from earlier as he slaps Mason around the face only for Mason to return with a Knife Edge Chop across the chest of Lesley.

Lesley attempts to run off and exit the ring but Mason grabs hold of Lesley’s hair and pulls him back towards him lifting him up and hitting a Reverse looking Brainbuster on Lesley. Mason then climbs up the turnbuckle looking down at Lesley making sure he was within reach before hitting the Hoosier Bomb(Swanton Bomb) and goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE…

CLARA OLSON: LESLEY ADORA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

DING! DING! DING!

The ref walks over to a beaten and battered Mason Destruction, helping him to his feet.

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match through PINFALL… MAAAASSSSSSOOOOONNNNN DEEEEESSSSSTTTTRRRUUUCCCTTTIIIOOONNN!!!

The ref raises his hand.

ALARA ADAMS: And in the blink of an eye...Mason Destruction went from new kid on the block...to Ascension Championship Contender number one!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wonder how Kasey feels about this.


We cut to a break room in the back, where we see match-ready Kasey Winterborn standing in front of a monitor. Mason Destruction can be seen having his hand raised as Kasey pops open a fresh bottle of water and takes a swig. She nods her head gently, before turning around to leave the room. But after taking a few steps, she stops dead when Christian DeMarco walks into the room.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Oh, hey Kasey. How are you feeling?

KASEY WINTERBORN: I’m...good.

Without thought, Kasey reaches down and rubs her right thigh, where Christian had jammed a scalpel in just weeks ago. Although the wounds are almost healed, Kasey still supports bandages on both her right and left thighs from that shows action.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Listen...I’m sorry I did that. I assumed if I did injure you enough, that that little psychopath would come crawling out of his hole.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Well, no...he came out of my closet. I thought I took care of him, but he made his presence known on The Edge.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yeah, I saw that too. I tried talking to Rock Johnson about it on Friday, but he was distraught over some sensitivity training Indy was having. Something about KaChow…

KASEY WINTERBORN: Oh, don’t even get me started on that creep.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yeah, I banned him from Fallout after that little stunt. I’m half-tempted to ban all those little Proving Ground punks.

A look of concern crosses Kasey’s face.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Well...you certainly can’t ban Warstein, right? I mean, he does have a match tonight and everything.

Christian glares at her for a moment.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You’re a grown woman, Kasey. I just want to remind you to be careful. You’ve already attracted enough nutjobs with Lil Petey and this Redd guy. So just...be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.

Kasey nods her head and smiles.

KASEY WINTERBORN: I understand you’re just trying to look out for us Fallout folks. I’m being careful. I promise, boss.

Kasey takes another sip of water, before walking past DeMarco. The camera shifts to show DeMarco turning and watching Kasey walk off. But the view now also shows a glass-faced vending machine...and the reflection of a man in a red purge mask.


We cut to another spot in the backstage area where we see a close up shot of a deflated red balloon being dragged across the concrete floor by a string. It zooms out to see Alice Knight is the one who is pulling it. She has a frown on her face as she stares down at the floor moping around. Timothy Daniels rushes up to her with a microphone in his hand.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Alice! Alice! What's up? You've been awfully quiet since your last two defeats on Fallout. Sorry... FallHOOT!

He laughs.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Haha... no seriously? Where have you been?

Alice doesn't make eye contact as she pouts staring at the ground.

ALICE KNIGHT: Muh... muh... this the worst time for ol' Night Owl right now. Muh. Muh...

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Don't mope around, Alice! Be positive... be the OWL is NIGHT!

ALICE KNIGHT: Muh... muh... lost the cookie battle royal. Lost the fatal four way in pathetic fashion at the ladies night match . I couldn't even accept a match on the Pay Per View tonight because I am a total loser. I even ran into actor William Baldwin, who wanted a handy in the back of the McDonalds. But I couldn't even do that right. Billy was so mad... I am usually good at this stuff. No, not just hand jobs... I mean I WAS great at that too. But I mean wrestling and winning matches. It seems I am back on a losing streak... get it, Timothy? No wins. No Pay Per View money. No FallHOOT anymore. No celebrity hand stuff... nothing... Muh... muh... I wish I were dead...

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Oh... cheer up Alice. Turn that frown, UPSIDE, down. And smile.

Alice stomps her feet and crosses her arms still pouting like a child.

ALICE KNIGHT: Muh... I need a hug... I think a hug could stop me from committing suicide tonight... how about you Timothy? Will you hug me?

Timothy shakes his head 'no' as he pulls his collar before walking away. Alice looks even more depressed as she mopes pulling her balloon again.

ALICE KNIGHT: Muh... muh... I need a nice and warm hug from somebody... anybody... everybody... body-body... and... wait...

Alice passes a poster highlighting the Fight Pit match with Pyro versus Furious Julius tonight. Alice tears it down and looks at both images of Pyro and Julius and hugs the piece of paper. She smiles and runs off camera leaving on a shot of her balloon laying there.



Back to the action as we find ourselves inside of a large gymnasium that has been set up to look like a large playground. The sun, trees, and houses have been painted on the wall for effect and dummies placed around the playground to look like kids and adults.


Multiple refs stand in the mulch, waiting for the contestants, just to make sure no pin attempt or tap out would be missed.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall and in honor of National Backyard Games week, IS A BACKYARD BRAWL ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!!

The fans pop as they watch this from within the Jeunesse Arena.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds...the challenger...KAGOME...AAAAAAKAAAIIIIBAAAARRAAA!!!

The door to the gymnasium opens up as ♫Music♪ - カミイロアワセ · binaria plays in the gym and in the arena. Kagoma Akaibara walks in and begins to inquisitively look around at the tall playground structure and the couple burlap bags laying around the playset. She slowly walks in, eying the place up as her music fades out.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent, from Chicago, Illinois...weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds...THEE KWEEN OF THE ASCENSION DIVISION...THEE ASCENSION CHAMPION...KASEY WIIIIINTERRRRBOOORRRRRNNNNNN!!!

The door to the gym opens as “Warrior” by Steve James featuring Lights begins to fill the gym and the arena. Kasey comes FLYING into the room and slams the Ascension Championship into the back of Kagome’s head, knocking the challenger down into the mulch.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Holy shit! Kasey isn’t messing around this show.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well she had a hell of a fight brought to her two weeks ago and I’m sure she wants to just get back to her hotel room. Judging by her social media posts, she has been enjoying her time in Brazil. Might as well lavish it up since in two weeks, we will be heading to Columbia...then Ecuador, then Peru. Then we leave South America entirely, to-

ALARA ADAMS: KAYDEN!!! Are you going to run through the whole fucking season two schedule or are you going to call the match?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Sorry.

Kasey has Kagome back up to her feet, with a handful of hair. She takes Kagome over to one of the diamond-grate steps, pulls her head back and SLAMS it on the steps...causing The Blade of Nagasaki to bounce back up and stumble back a little.

ALARA ADAMS: Interesting little bits of info here, Kayden. Not only is this the first time Kasey has wrestled another female warrior here on Fallout…

Kasey grabs Kagome and WHIPS her into the metal firetruck shaped bars. Kagome stops herself from slamming into them, but Kasey runs up from behind and splashes into her...pushing Akaibara into the metal. Kagome crumples to the ground and Kasey quickly drops down for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: ...not only is this officially the FIRST time the Ascension Championship has been on the line between two female warriors…

Kasey leaps to her feet and climbs up onto the firetruck. With a deep breath she does a moonsault off the top...AND KAGOME LIFTS HER LEGS UP CAUSING KASEY TO LAND GUT FIRST ON KAGOME’S KNEES!!!

ALARA ADAMS: ...but this is officially the FIRST TIME any Fallout Championship has been on the line between two female warriors!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kind of taking the wind from the sails of the Kayla-Pixie match later.

Kasey tumbles into the mulch, grabbing at her midsection as Kagome uses the firetruck bars to pull herself to her feet. She turns and looks and Kasey, who has managed to roll onto all fours. Kagome runs up and PUNTS KASEY IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!! Kasey drops face first into the mulch, blood starting to run from her nose.

ALARA ADAMS: I think it’s only the third time in Project: Honor history, that a title was on the line between two females. The first time being Zane and Red Riot, the second time being Zane and Sarah Roberts.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I remember Sarah Roberts. Came in, tore some shit up, won a title...then shit the bed against TJ Thompson….never to be heard from again.

ALARA ADAMS: Sounds like Zane too. She drove off with that dickhead Colton, then just kind of kept going off into the distance.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well-

ALARA ADAMS: GOD KAYDEN...SHUT UP!!!

Kagome can be seen pulling Kasey over to the swingsets, where she places her neck over the seat. And then with all of Kagome’s weight, she presses her knee into the back of Kasey’s head while simultaneously pulling up on the swing chains...choking the champion. The ref is down on his knees, watching Kasey struggle for air as Kagome tries to choke the Championship away from her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kasey looks like she is slightly fading…

Without any reason, Kagome pulls away and makes a beeline for one of the burlap bags. She gets to it and begins to try to untie the top, but is having a difficult time undoing the knot.

ALARA ADAMS: Someone in the PH Office has to start learning how to tie easy to undo knots. This is NOT the first time we’ve had this happen.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Was that supposed to be a pun?

ALARA ADAMS: Your love life is a pun, Kayden.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But-

ALARA ADAMS: DEAR GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Kagome finally gets the bag untied and opens it, only to get knocked down to the ground with a flying dropkick. Kasey quickly crawls over to the bag and starts going through it as Kagomeslowly pulls herself back to her feet. Akaibara turns around as KASEY LUNGES FORWARD…

KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY SHIT!!!

Kasey lets out a HUGE SCREAM as Kasey Winterborn jams an old school pointy lawn dart into Kagome’s left arm, just below the shoulder. The metal tip of the dart went so far in, that it had burst out the back of Kagome’s arm. Kasey let’s go of the dart as Kagome stumbles backwards, finally stopping as she hits the playground structure back first.

ALARA ADAMS: And that is one of the many reasons they discontinued those pointy bastards.

Kagome lets out a horrifying scream as she grabs the handle of the lawn dart and in one pull, rips it from her arm. Blood instantly begins to pour down her bicep...down her forearm...across her hand...and begins to drip off her fingertips into the soft mulch.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh shit...Kasey has a crazy look in her eyes. She is back into the bag...AND PULLS OUT ANOTHER LAWN DART!!!

Kagome quickly climbs up onto the playground structure, hesitating at the strain it is causing on her left arm. Kasey begins to stalk her, watching as she stumbles over the bars and stands a good couple feet above her. Kasey quickly runs over and uses a ladder to pull herself up onto the equipment...both ladies stopping dead as the only thing that stands between them is a small bouncy suspension bridge. Kasey lifts up the lawn dart and points it at Kagome, before charging quickly forward. In a bit of quick thinking, Kagome jumps onto the bridge and then launches herself up onto the bars suspending the bridge up. She then uses her momentum to hop onto a support pole...then another support pole...then onto one of the gazebo tops, placing her at the highest point of the structure.

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus, that has to be at least twenty feet into the air.

Not to be outdone, Kasey pulls herself up and manages to cross the support poles as well, before hopping up onto the top of the blue roof as well. Kasey stands up straight...AND KAGOME HITS HER WITH A GUT KICK!!! KASEY DROPS THE LAWN DART AND IT HITS THE ROOF...clanging on its way down before landing hard in the mulch. Kagome grabs the bent over Kasey around the neck, hoisting her arm over her shoulders.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh God, she’s going to suplex her off the top of this damn thing.

Kagome tries to lift Kasey, but grimaces at the pain in her left arm, and the complete lack of power it currently has. Kagome steps back, letting go of Kasey, and almost falling before regaining her balance. Kasey stands up straight and Kagome goes for the right hook...BUT KASEY DUCKS!!! Kagome spins around and Kasey grabs BOTH of Kagome’s arms and brings them around to behind Kagome’s back.

ALARA ADAMS: What is she doing?

KAYDEN ELLIS: SHE’S USING A BOLO FROM A BACKYARD LADDER BALL SET AND IS TYING KAGOME’S ARMS TOGETHER!!!

Kasey spins Kagome around, landing a perfect knee to the gut, causing Kagome to bend over in pain. Kasey hooks her arms up under Kagome’s…

ALARA ADAMS: Oh…

KAYDEN ELLIS: ...SHIT!!!

On the baited breath of everyone watching in the arena and at home, Kasey jumps off the top of the twenty-foot structure, hitting Kagome Akaibara with the Little Miss Vex on the ground below. The both land hard and it takes a moment for the ref to get back down off the playground equipment, but he gets down to the both of them to find Kasey rolling Kagome Akaibara up so that her shoulders could touch the ground.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

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

The ref helps Kasey to her feet, who is looking a little dazed. He hands her the Ascension Championship and lifts her hand into the air as medics rush to check on Kagome...who we can just now notice, has the second lawn dart stuck in her right thigh.



We’re backstage as Pyro is standing around waiting for his match which is next up when he sees Alyssa Nguyen. Pyro just smirks before he walks over to her and just snatches the mic from her. As she turns around to say something she stops in her tracks when she sees that it is Pyro and just backs off slowly to his amusement.

PYRO: Your Savior has arrived. You’re all welcome.

Pyro holds his arms out wide as he smirks.

PYRO: Julius Fairweather tonight will be the next sacrifice. I wonder who’ll be next. Whoever it is, I do hope they’re as willing as my dear friend Julius to lose blood and lots of it.

Pyro’s insane laughter can be heard throughout the backstage area.

PYRO: After tonight, Julius will no longer matter and for that you’re all welcome. Disputed Territory is my playground for tonight but you all must remember that Fallout is and always will be Pyro’s Playground.

Once Pyro had finished talking, he heard his music hit as he just tossed the mic into the air and headed off to go sacrifice Julius Fairweather.


WIRED CONSEQUENCES
March 28th, 2021

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

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FALLOUT IV: AFTERMATH
April 8th, 2021

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

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

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FALLOUT IV: AFTERMATH
April 8th, 2021

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

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

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

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK HAPPENED HERE???

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

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

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

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

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

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FALLOUT V: GOOEY RASPBERRY FILLING
April 22nd, 2021

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

The fans cheering in the arena can be heard.

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

The fans cheer louder.

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FALLOUT V: GOOEY RASPBERRY FILLING
April 22nd, 2021

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

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

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

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

CRASH!

CRASH!

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

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FALLOUT VI: LAYING CLAIM
May 6th, 2021

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…

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FALLOUT VI: LAYING CLAIM
May 6th, 2021

Julius clearly hadn't noticed Pyro lurking about outside his locker room when he returned from making his announcement. Pyro, being the creepy bastard he is, sneaks into the locker room unnoticed. He gives a threatening look at Nigel Halfweather, and then brings his finger up to his mouth indicating for him to stay quiet. That's when Pyro taps Julius on the shoulder, and when a startled Julius turns around he’s too shocked to take action. Pyro doesn't hesitate in covering Julius in lighter fluid before flicking a lit match at him.

PYRO: SURPRISE!!!

Pyro stands there with a sickening smirk on his face as Julius falls to the floor and rolls around, trying to put himself out. The lights of the locker room then go off, and we can see nothing but Fairweather on fire. Security quickly arrives, and when the lights come back on, Pyro is nowhere to be seen as Nigel is there putting Julius out with a fire extinguisher.

Before the scene comes to an end, we only get one response from the shaken but uninjured Julius.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: ...motherfucker…



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

CROWD: ONE FALL!

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.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent…

"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.

CLARA OLSON: Wrestling out of Maidstone, Kent and weighing in tonight at two hundred and five pounds… he is THE MESSIAH OF FIIIIIIIREEEEE… PYYYYYYYYYRROOOOOOOOO!!!!

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.

DING! DING!

The fight begins and already off the bat, Pyro charges in and attempts the Double Leg Takedown on Fairweather but Julius saw it coming, going for the Powerbomb lift but Pyro slides down the back -- GERMAN SUPLEX DROPPING FAIRWEATHER ON HIS NECK! Pyro’s quick to snap into place and apply a Guillotine Choke on Julius, he’s wanting to end this match as soon as it began but Julius won’t let this son of a bitch get an easy choke win, bringing himself to his feet and hitting a HARD Northern Lights Suplex on Pyro and making his skin hit the metal fencing behind him! Julius isn’t done however, bringing Pyro back to his feet and sending him into the metal fencing again with a Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Julius brings Pyro back up to his feet again and goes for the Overhead Belly to Belly again and Pyro goes head first into the fencing!

ALARA ADAMS: Heaven’s fuckin’ christ! Julius is just SUPLEXING the shit out of Pyro early on and using the fight pit to his advantage!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well when there’s a whole cage surrounding these two, it’s going to be used to their advantage no matter what.

Pyro makes his way back up to his feet and shaking off the effects of the cage being used as a weapon, Julius attempts a front kick but Pyro catches the foot and pushes away Julius, answering with a Bicycle Pump Kick right on the jaw and then a Superkick for good measure but Julius answers back with the Back Drop Driver that just crushes Pyro underneath! Julius drags Pyro back up and goes for a Saito Suplex but Pyro’s able to flip onto his feet, taking a few steps back and in with the SHOTGUN DROPKICK! Julius is sent back into the cage wall and Pyro charges in, going for the leaping Cannonball but Julius catches him in the air, bringing him into the middle of the ring -- SIT OUT GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB- PYRO WITH THE CUTTER IN MID AIR!!! ROLL OVER, ONTO THE BACK OF JULIUS AND INTO THE DEVIL’S BACKBONE BUT JULIUS SLIPS FREE AND GETS TO HIS FEET… THE INEQUITIES OF THE SELFISH-- PYRO! LIFT UP… AIR RAID CRASH DOWN TO THE MAT! SPIKED JULIUS’ HEAD!

ALARA ADAMS: OH JESUS! The Air Raid Crash but Pyro didn’t protect that neck on the way down, that was fuckin’ dangerous!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Easily could have fucked him up for good and man, it wasn’t going to be looking pretty no matter what way it was going to end up.

Julius rolls over to the cage wall and pulls himself back up onto his feet, Pyro comes charging in and crushes Julius between Pyro’[s body and the cage wall, and now a snap suplex from Pyro takes down Julius but he rolls over and brings Julius back up again… Lift him up and down with the Falcon Arrow! Pyro transitions over into the Cross Armbreaker, Pyro’s pulling down on the arm and making sure that he can get the tap out victory but Julius will fight for his life, grabbing onto the hand and making sure that Pyro can’t fully lock in the armbar but Julius rolls over and trying -- ATTEMPTING -- to deadlift Pyro up as Julius gets to his feet, he makes it to the cage wall but the crowd are going fucking ballistic because Julius - with one free arm - is scaling up the cage wall with Pyro in the other arm! Pyro’s going to be killed if Julius hits this Powerbomb as he lifts Pyro up with the arm… PYRO LEAPED OFF THE ARM! HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE CAUGHT FAIRWEATHER WITH A GOD DAMN NECKBREAKER! BOTH MEN CRASH DOWN TO THE MAT AND BOTH MEN HAVE BEEN PUT THROUGH THE RINGER IN THIS MATCH -- NOT EVEN SEVEN MINUTES INTO THIS MATCH AND DEATH IS ALREADY AWAITING A VICTIM OF THIS FIGHT PIT!

ALARA ADAMS: How much more are they going to do to one another if they’re just killing each other for the sake of revenge?

KAYDEN ELLIS: As much as it takes, Alara. As much as it might fuckin’ take.

Pyro and Julius crawl and crawl until they’re up on all fours and staring one another down, there’s sweat dripping down from both men and now both men are just teeing off with the punches… and blood is beginning to pour from the mouth of Julius right now! Spitting the blood in the face of Pyro as they tee off again with one another! Punch after punch after fuckin’ punch with one another! They’re coming to their feet and both men won’t hold back with the punches! They’re going in with every single punch and now Pyro is bleeding, a cut over his eye as Pyro pulls in Julius… SHORT ARM LARIAT! AND NOW PYRO’S PULLING JULIUS UP TO HIS FEET AGAIN… ARM’S TRAPPED AND THE SERIES OF HEADBUTTS BEGIN FROM JULIUS! THAT FURIOUS ANGER HAS BEEN PENT UP INSIDE OF FURIOUS JULIUS FAIRWEATHER AS HE RIPCORDS PYRO… RAAAAIIINNNNNMAAKKKKKERRRRRR!!!! RIPCORD LARIAT FOR THE WIN BUT PYRO’S BACK TO HIS FEET! BEHIND JULIUS AS HE GRABS HIM… THE FUCKING OMEN!!!! STORM CRADLE DRIVER INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE MAT! PYRO MIGHT HAVE ENDED THE MATCH RIGHT THERE WITH IT! THE COUNT IS BEING MADE!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

ALARA ADAMS: Julius has to move in the next seven seconds if he’s got anything left inside him!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yes he does, of course he does, Julius won’t go down so easily-- LOOK! HE’S MOVING!

FOUR!
FIVE!
SI--

PYRO PICKS UP JULIUS! CRUCIFIX THE ARMS! JULIUS HOLDS HIM IN PLACE! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER FROM JULIUS! BAR ARM SLEEPER FROM JULIUS! HE’S GOT THE HOLD APPLIED- NO! PYRO ROLLS OVER AND INTO PLACE… PULL UP JULIUS… ROLLING CUTTER AND ROLL OVER INTO THE DRAGON CLUTCH-- NOT THIS TIME! JULIUS BRINGS HIMSELF TO HIS FEET! SLAMMING PYRO INTO THE STEEL CAGE WALL BEHIND HIM! TURN, GRAB THE ARMS… THE INQUITIES OF THE SELFISH!!! BUTTERFLY DDT! ROLL OVER… ARMS ARE HOOKED… LIFT INTO THE AIR… THE INQUITIES OF THE SELFISH!!! THIS MIGHT BE THE END OF PYRO RIGHT THERE! --WAIT! PRYO! ROLL OUT OF IT--FIREBALL! THE PYRO MASSACRE! IN THE EYES OF JULIUS!

ALARA ADAMS: OH GOOD GOD NO! NOT THE FIREBALL AGAIN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s been expected for a long time now and we should have seen it coming with Pyro’s antics.

Pyro’s climbing to the top platform and Julius is making his way up and now both of them are fighting on the top platform, finding a way to knock Pyro off of the platform… PYRO GOES TO SPEAR! PYRO MISSES AND FLIES DOWN TO THE RING MAT! Julius is all alone on the platform-- OH NO! JAMES EDGEBROOK! HE’S ATTACKING JULIUS FAIRWEATHER! STOMPING AWAY AT JULIUS AND NOW KICKING JULIUS OFF OF THE PLATFORM, DOWN TO THE RING BELOW! EDGEBROOK MIGHT HAVE MESSED UP HIS CHANCES OF SURVIVAL! Pyro’s on the hunt, going in for the kill here -- MANDIBLE CLAW! THE SILENT SCREAM! JULIUS IS TRAPPED- BITING THE FINGERS!? JULIUS DOESN’T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE! JULIUS HAS THE HEAD LOCKED! THE GREAT VENGEANCE! UPPERCUTS TO THE HEAD OF PYRO AND THE BLOOD IS SPEWING ALL OVER THE WHITE RING MAT! ARMS ARE HOOKED AGAIN… THE INEQUITIES OF THE SELFISH! SPIKED PYRO DOWN TO THE MAT AND NOW THE SWIFT TRANSITION OVER… THE TYRANNY OF EVIL MEN! THE DOUBLE ARM HOOK CHICKENWING!

ALARA ADAMS: IT’S GOING TO BE OVER JUST LIKE THIS! IT’S GOING TO BE JULIUS’ WIN ON A SILVER PLATTER!

KAYDEN ELLIS: WE MIGHT REALLY BE SEEING PYRO FADE TO BLACK, THE FIRE BURNED OUT, THE FLAMES PUT OUT FOR GOOD!

JULIUS IS DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO KEEP THE HOLD LOCKED IN, LOCKING THE HANDS TOGETHER, CLASPING THEM UNTIL THEY ARE INSEPARABLE! PYRO IS FADING FAST BUT HE’S FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT WITHIN! THIS IS GOING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE OF FAILURE AND HIS HEAD… IT DROPS! PYRO MIGHT BE OUT FOR GOOD! THE BLOOD IS A LITERAL FUCKING POOL UNDERNEATH HIM! AND JULIUS IS THE SAME, BUT HE’S SHAKING HIM AROUND AND MAKING SURE THAT HE’S GONE! THE REFEREE GRABS ONTO THE ARM… AND IT FALLS! THE ARM IS GRABBED ONTO AGAIN -- BUT JULIUS IS FADING AS WELL, THE EYES ALMOST CLOSING -- AND PYRO’S ARM FALLS! THIRD TIME AND IT’S OVER AS THE ARM LIFTS UP… AND BOTH MEN FALL TO THE MAT! THEY’RE BOTH KNOCKED OUT! THE REFEREE IS SO CONFUSED… HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO!

ALARA ADAMS: ...wait… what the fuck just happened? Is this match over? Did Julius win this match? Did both men lose? What’s going on?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’ve no idea, Alara, but one thing’s for certain… both men are knocked out right now and none of it’s looking good for either men when they wake up…

The crowd is confused, almost in silence, and then they hear it…

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen… I have been informed from the ring official that this match has ended in a Double Knockout… therefore this match has been ruled a draw.

The crowd boo, because this wasn’t the result they wanted, they needed a clear winner to this match and what happened? Nobody won. A fuckin’ draw.

ALARA ADAMS: I… don’t believe it… a draw has settled this match and I just… I don’t know what to make of this moment. I know the fans are absolutely HATING this moment but… it’s not coming together the way I had hoped it to be.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Right now, the fans are booing but I sense they’ll love a rematch between the two- knowing DeMarco, that’s exactly what we’re going to get.




“I am The King” by James Myers plays out through the arena as Shawn Warstein makes his entrance, one half of the Project Honor Tag Team Championships on his right shoulder. He makes his way toward the ring, a sour look on his face as he does so, a bit of cockiness spreading as he steps up onto the apron, and then slides into the ring, awaiting his opponent as he does so.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent...from Garrison, New York...weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds...SHE IS THE PROJECT: HONOR LEGACY CHAMPION...THE BRITISH RAVEN...ELENA DeeeeeeDRAAAACCAAAA!!!

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. Her title hanging gracefully over her left shoulder, while her fingertips softly ran over it. She took a moment on top of the stage before lifting it high over her head.

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

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 her hand up, pointing directly at the crowd, before she elegantly steps between the top and middle rope. Making her way to the middle of the ring to show off her title once more before handing over to the official. 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.

DING! DING! DING!

The Legacy Championship match starts off a bit slowly as both Warstein and DeDraca go back and forth, exchanging holds and throwing effort into one another as they try to gain leverage. Warstein’s able to use his notable size advantage to his strength, as he hurls DeDraca to the canvas every time she gets close to securing a hold, but she keeps coming back for more and more. At the third grapple, Warstein starts to lose leverage, but as he goes to throw DeDraca down, she counters into a bit of an armbar on Warstein, forcing him to change his positioning and quickly drop Elena before she can do any damage for either of her devastating arm-targeted submissions! DeDraca comes back for a flying knee attempt to Warstein as he gets some distance, but he ducks low and catches her in a powerbomb position, getting a running start for a buckle bomb into the corner! DeDraca’s rocked by the force of the powerbomb, but as she stumbles off the corner, Warstein comes in hot for a cornered Big Boot that nearly knocks her clean out. He covers!

ONE!
TWO!!

Nope! DeDraca kicks out just before two, giving Warstein a bit of frustration, but he simply waves it off and gets back to his feet. He mimes giving Elena some space briefly, before immediately rushing forward and putting the boots to her!

ALARA ADAMS: Warstein’s trying to take control in this match for as long as he can-we saw that he panicked when Elena nearly got that armbar locked in, which shouldn’t be much of a surprise considering how lethal her Fist of the Hydra and Pale Horse are!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But Warstein’s size advantage definitely gives him some leverage even if Elena has figured out a plan of attack!

As Warstein finishes driving a boot into the back of Elena’s head, he takes a few steps back and admires his handiwork, before pulling her in for the Injection, but she fights out of the anaconda vice with some brutal elbows to the side of Warstein’s head. Warstein falls back into the ropes, and Elena follows up with a running dropkick that sends him back into the corner, preventing him from mounting more of an offensive. She follows up with another running dropkick that sends him to his ass, before falling back and getting a running start for a cornered high knee-but Warstein ducks out of the way before she can hit that one. He grabs her, pulling her in position for another buckle bomb, but Elena manages to hook her feet on the ropes, pulling herself down and out onto the apron. She catches Warstein with a Gamengiri, stunning him, before flipping over the ropes and executing a picture-perfect Sunset Flip Powerbomb to Shawn Warstein-into an immediate pin!

ONE!
TWO!!

NO! Warstein kicks out this time around, but DeDraca’s not willing to let him get any form of leverage yet again, instead going for a grounded armbar to the Tyrant of Project: Honor! She keeps the hold locked in as Warstein tries to escape, and we see a bit of panic on the Tyrant’s face before he forces DeDraca to switch to a Triangle Armbar. He hauls her high into the air, and looks to drop her hard with a powerbomb, but she struggles against it, trying instead for a Triangle Choke. Warstein forces her shoulders down to the canvas to attempt a pin, but DeDraca’s able to force him back to his knees, preventing him from securing a pin on her. He grits his teeth-and after freeing his second arm, begins BELTING DeDraca with rough punches to the head, eventually forcing her to release the hold after the fifth and sixth punch! Warstein rolls Elena back, and immediately follows up with a rough kick to the teeth, sending DeDraca down to the canvas. He considers his next move carefully before pulling her up into the air for a Stalling Brainbuster, letting her hang loose for a few moments before falling back and SPIKING HER INTO THE CANVAS! DeDraca goes down hard, and Warstein taunts her for a moment before looking, once again, for the Injection!

ALARA ADAMS: Warstein’s lost momentum only briefly in this contest-and he seems desperate to keep it up! I think he knows if he gives DeDraca an inch, she’ll take a mile!

KAYDEN ELLIS: At this point, I think he has to!

DeDraca’s rocked, but she fights against the Anaconda Vice once again, so Warstein changes momentum and NAILS her into his knee with a backbreaker, before switching up to a Belly-to-Belly Suplex into the corner, but somehow Elena manages to grasp the middle rope as he releases her and land onto it, causing Warstein to swing around into a FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM THE BRITISH RAVEN! Warstein goes down hard, and Elena once again grabs him in a Double Underhook, trying to rotate him back with a Butterfly Suplex-which she drops into a Cross Armbar! DeDraca’s got Warstein’s arm once again, and he’s in a bad spot here as he tries to evade any more damage being done to his arm! He goes for the ropes, but DeDraca tries to roll back and put more pressure on the wounded arm so as to force a submission, or to soften Warstein up for either of her finishing holds! Warstein manages to make it to the ropes, however-and he wraps his boot around them! DeDraca’s forced to break the submission up, and Warstein’s quick to capitalize as she rolls back to her feet-AND HE BOOTS THE SHIT OUT OF HER!

Warstein keeps the boots going, before once again trying to pull Elena up for another suplex, but Elena drops low and sweeps Warstein’s legs out from beneath him, unable to get him all the way to the ground but definitely doing some damage. He tries to get his arms around Elena’s midsection, but Elena fights against it, throwing elbows back into Warstein’s head. Warstein grits his teeth, and gets her with a waistlock, but as he goes to lift DeDraca, she counters by overrotating and getting him with a Backstabber, followed up by a Running Knee as she gets to her feet, and finally a third attempt at a running knee but with this one rotating over into an armbar once again! Warstein is taken aback by the snapped transition, and tries to fight out of the Armbar again, but it’s a bit too late as Elena has it firmly locked in! He grits his teeth and tries to get back to his feet! Elena has his arm-but for the first time in this match, Warstein powers Elena over and out onto the apron! He falls back before getting a running start-EGO TRIP FROM THE ROPES TO THE CANVAS! WARSTEIN DRIVES DEDRACA’S SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ROPE HUNG VARIANT OF HIS LETHAL DDT! HE COVERS, HOOKING WITH HIS WEAK ARM AS HE’S FORCED TO!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

NO!!! ELENA DEDRACA KICKS OUT! THE CROWD EXPLODES! Warstein is fuming!

ALARA ADAMS: All of that damage that Elena did to Warstein’s arm looks like it paid off-he was unable to hook the leg fully!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But Elena’s rocked after that brutal hit to the skull, you have to imagine that she might be in trouble at this point of the match!

Warstein’s considering his options, and at the current moment he seems to be contemplating whether or not he should go for Heavy Is The Head! He has Elena right where he wants her in the center of the ring, and a stoppage seems to be on his mind as he drives his knee into her head with a standard knee strike, and another, and another! Elena’s in a bad way as the concussive blows continue to stack up, and Warstein positions her in the corner, lining her up in a kneeling position for the night-ending knee strike! He gets a running start and looks for the Kinsasha! -but Elena ducks it and Warstein smashes his knee into the middle turnbuckle! Warstein falls back, holding his knee in agony at the botched strike, and Elena takes advantage of this and forces him down into a Victory Roll!

ONE!
TWO!!

NO! Warstein kicks out, but Elena’s right back on him with another armbar! This time, she looks for her brutal Pale Horse Kimura Lock! Warstein’s struggling against the submission, but the damage done to his arm is nearly too much to bare! He gets the ropes, but it’s almost too much at this point! Elena rolls to a kneeling position as Warstein rolls to a four-post!

DeDraca gets a running start-FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN-NO!!! WARSTEIN COUNTERS WITH A PUNCH TO THE SKULL-AND HE MIGHT’VE HAD HIS TYRANT RING ON! Elena DeDraca is knocked out cold, and Warstein gets a running start for HEAVY IS THE HEAD! He plants his knee into DeDraca’s skull, and gets a hook on her leg!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Holy shit...he did it…

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner...AND NEEEEEWWWW PROJECT: HONOR LEGACY CHAMPION...SHAWN...WAAARRRSTEEEEEIIIINNNN!!!

The ref takes the Legacy Championship and hands it to Shawn, before raising his hand in the air.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m in total shock right now...

ALARA ADAMS: I can only imagine Elena will want her rematch after this.


Kasey Winterborn can be seen in her dressing room, standing in front of a few packed up pieces of luggage. A few bruises have appeared on her arms and legs after her Ascension Championship win tonight over Kagome Akaibara, but she seems to be moving around pretty good. Mentally she is slightly distracted, looking around the room to make sure she has everything before leaving...when suddenly the lights in the room dim to red.

KASEY WINTERBORN: FUUUUUCK. Leave me alone!!!

Kasey takes a deep breath and turns to see Redd standing in a full-length mirror. But...this isn’t a reflection.

REDD: Bravo, Kasey. That was such a good match tonight. I do apologize, as I said I wouldn’t be there...but I couldn’t help myself.

Kasey takes a step towards the mirror.

KASEY WINTERBORN: What do you mean?

REDD: Honestly, with all that ruckus going on...you mean to tell me that you looked and recognized all the referees?

KASEY WINTERBORN: ...no…

REDD: What about all the medical personnel?

KASEY WINTERBORN: They usually pick up a few locals to help medically, so there are always people I don’t recognize.

REDD: Tisk, tisk...that kind of attitude is how you get caught off guard, Kasey. Here I am trying to help you. Here I am trying to make your path straight down the middle and easy going...and you’re not even paying attention. Instead you’re lollygagging around Brazil and chit-chatting it up with filth like Shawn Warstein.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Hey, that is none of your business!

REDD: All I keep seeing are these little flirty twitter messages back and forth. A little giggle here, a little wink there. Meanwhile he is nothing more than a manwhore. You can do better, Kasey...I know you can. Don’t entertain the thoughts of that egotistical panty-snatcher.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Again...none of your business.

REDD: He’s corrupting you, Kasey. Where’s the humble woman I convinced DeMarco to draft? Where’s that semi-shy female, who didn’t know if she had it in her anymore, that I swindled Christian into putting you in line for the Ascension Championship? Where is the sweet Kasey that was surprised to be given chances, honored to be put into first class by friends, and used to be one with the fans, that I managed to have the General Manager continue to give you cupcake after cupcake to defend against?

KASEY WINTERBORN: I didn’t need your fucking help, what don’t you understand about that?

REDD: You’re slowly making me regret helping you, Kasey. And here I thought you would be appreciative. Here I thought you would be thankful for the gift I have given you. Instead you have been tainted by Shawn Warstein and his cocky attitude.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Do I need to spell it out for you again? I don’t need your help and what I do with Shawn, is absolutely...positively...NO BUSINESS OF YOURS!!!

In a fit of rage, Kasey grabs a tennis shoe from the top of her luggage and chucks it at the mirror. It hits hard and shatters it, sending little reflective pieces raining down to the floor. Even though the image of Redd is gone, his voice continues on.

REDD: It appears everything I’ve thought about you was wrong, Kasey. And that...that is going to be a problem.

The red tint disappears and the room is lit up by normal light once again. Kasey looks around the room as the door flies open and in rushes Christian DeMarco and security.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What the hell happened here?

KASEY WINTERBORN: I...I don’t know.

Kasey looks at the glass on the floor, then back up at DeMarco, before looking back at the glass.





WIRED CONSEQUENCES
March 28th, 2021

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

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

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

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…

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

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

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FALLOUT IV: AFTERMATH
April 8th, 2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ALARA ADAMS: Both.

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

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

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

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

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

KAYDEN ELLIS: Seems like the champ is outnumb-

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

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

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

The fans erupt in boos.

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FALLOUT V: GOOEY RASPBERRY FILLING
April 22nd, 2021

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

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

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

Fans explode.

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

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FALLOUT V: GOOEY RASPBERRY FILLING
April 22nd, 2021

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

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

The camera shows Jason Long standing on the middle turnbuckle, staring down Drago Santiago.

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FALLOUT VI: LAYING CLAIM
May 6th, 2021

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.



CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, it is time for our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVINING!!! It is a Fan Lumberjack PRIME CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!! Introducing first, the challenger...from Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland...weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds...the current OWA Spartans Champion and one half of the KingdomPro Tag Team Champions…’THE KING’...JASON LOOOOOOONNNGGGG!!!

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-

-but suddenly, Santiago breaks from the crowd surrounding Long and NAILS him with a chair shot to the back of the head! The crowd boos heavily, but the weapon in Drago’s hands leads them to back off as he NAILS Long with shot after shot, driving the chair into his back before holding it by the legs and driving it downward into his neck! Long cries out in pain, and Drago tosses the chair aside before getting a running start and sending him into the ring! Drago digs around in his pockets to pull forth what appears to be a barbecue fork! He grabs Long by the throat and pulls him up, putting him in a headlock as he digs the fork further into his head!

ALARA ADAMS: Disgusting! Drago Santiago may be the bringer of light-but in this match, he’s the bringer of torment!

With Long bleeding only a few moments into this contest, Santiago taps the back end of the fork a few more times, keeping it stuck in place before he lets Long fall to the canvas. He gets a running start-DROPKICK K to the skull of Jason Long! The kick knocks the fork out, but that just starts another torrent of blood as Long’s opened flesh is exposed to the air! Drago grabs him and shoves him face-first into one of the corner buckles, worsening the wound with a bit of bruising, before he yanks him back and attempts a big White Wedding to send the back of Long’s head into the buckles-but Long fights out of it! Long manages to get his oats back with a bicycle knee, followed up by the roaring elbow-and the ICONKICK! Drago staggers, and Long grabs the chair that Drago previously used to assault him at the start of the match, throwing it into Drago’s hands-who catches it-before following up with a ridiculous METEORA TO BEND THE CHAIR AROUND DRAGO’S HEAD! Long covers!

ONE!
TWO!!

NO! Drago kicks out before three, but Long isn’t finished yet, immediately trying to get Drago up for the Deus Ex Machina Electric Chair Driver! He gets Drago onto his shoulders, but Drago’s able to pull him back and into the ring ropes. Drago falls back out onto the apron, and hits a big falling neckbreaker to Long while dragging his neck into the ropes. Drago follows up by trying to suplex Long into the crowd which has now fervently surrounded the ring-but Long fights against it! Long manages to keep a hand on the ropes, and he looks for another IconKick, but Drago catches it! He SNAPS LONG’S LEG DOWN INTO THE ROPES! Long cries out once again, and Drago gets him up for a big suplex-AND FROM THE APRON DOWN INTO THE CROWD! The ground parts as both men come down hard on the cement. Drago barks in the face of the crowd and throws an overzealous fan into another, before reaching under the ring. He collects a bag of thumbtacks, and begins pouring them onto the apron!

KAYDEN ELLIS: What malicious thoughts could Drago Santiago have in this moment with those tacks?

Santiago tries to get Long back up onto the apron, but Long fights against it. Long hits a low Superkick to Santiago’s knee, and tries to drive him down into the tacks with a big DDT, but Drago fights against it, now. Drago tries to get Long into position for an Air Raid Crash on the apron, but now Long manages to overrotate again! He throws Drago back with a Backslide Driver out of the tacks, and breaks it before even attempting a pin due to the inability to secure a pin on the apron, before following up with another Iconkick! Drago staggers, and Long gets him in with a Straightjacket German Suplex-BURST YOUR BUBBLE! Drago is spiked onto the tacks, and the apron, and Long rolls him back into the ring! He goes to the top rope, trying to make sure Drago is down for the count as he leaps for a Moonsault-

-but Drago rolls out of the way! Drago gets back to his feet with a big rush, and goes for the White Wedding once again! He gets Long with the Uranage, and brushes some of the tacks back into the ring as he drags Long back onto the tacks, getting a running start and DOUBLE STOMPING HIS CHEST DOWN, FORCING Long DOWN ONTO THE TACKS! Long cries out in agony as Drago goes for a pin, hooking both legs and looking for the count as he does so!

ONE!
TWO!!

NO! Long kicks out, so Drago drags him back to his feet again! He looks for the Black Halo, but Long once again manages to evade it! Long leaps up behind Drago as Drago looks for the Neckbreaker-ASSASSIN’S BLADE! The leaping thrust kick sends Drago to his knees, and Long follows up with a running-DOUBLE STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Drago goes down hard, and Long looks for an option to send Drago to the outside, pulling him up and sending him over the ropes to the apron! Long gets a running start-DROPKICK OVER THE ROPES AND OUT INTO THE CROWD FOR DRAGO ONCE AGAIN! He falls back out into the crowd, and the crowd begins beating on Drago relentlessly, forcing the Bringer of Light to scatter them with wild haymakers! He turns around-SPRINGBOARD CUTTER TO THE FLOOR FROM JASON LONG-BUT LONG GOT SOME OF THAT, TOO! Jason Long rolls, clutching his neck, and trying to get back to his feet, but Drago’s got a bit of distance as well. Drago manages to pull himself up on the ring-post, swinging into the crowd and trying to wave some of those fans off!

ALARA ADAMS: Those fans are getting the brunt of abuse from Drago Santiago!

KAYDEN ELLIS: They wanted it-and they got it!

Long pulls to his feet, and slides a table from under the ring back into it, before grabbing Drago from behind as he’s distracted by the fans and HURLING him shoulder-first into the ringpost! He rolls Drago back into the ring, before going high, looking for another stomp to the head of Drago Santiago! However, as he comes down for another Blood Dragon, Drago manages to roll out of the way and send Long scrambling! Long goes to the ropes, and Drago follows up with a superkick to the back of the head, before following up with a Northern Lariat to the same area! He sends Long to the apron once again, and then goes for a drop kick to send him into the fans-but the fans have Long’s back this time around and push him back into the ring as Drago turns his back to set up the table! Long takes a moment to recover and position himself before leaping-SUNSET OVERDRIVE-

-NO!!! DRAGO CAUGHT LONG IN PLACE, AND HE DROPS HIM DOWN-GONSO BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! Long goes flat against the canvas, and Drago looks down over him, but considers his next options carefully as he slides out of the ring and collects two more chairs! He sets them up facing one another, and then lays the table wreckage-and Jason Long-on top of them. He goes to the middle rope, and leaps for a flying knee that puts Long through the two chairs, bending them both downward! Long goes limp as he hits the canvas, and Drago pulls his legs in as he goes for a pin!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

NO!!! LONG MANAGES TO KICK OUT! Santiago pulls him back to his feet and looks for one more White Wedding, but Long manages to evade it by pulling Santiago down into a modified twisting DDT onto the chairs! Santiago goes limp, and Long goes to the top rope, looking for another attempt at Blood Dragon, but Santiago rolls out of the way as Long comes in hot for the double stomp! Santiago grabs one of the chairs and HURLS it at Jason Long, smashing it over his head with a nasty toss! Long stumbles, and Santiago takes the other chair and hurls it to the outside to send the crowd scattering, before sliding out onto the apron, catching his back on some of the tacks as he does so. He digs under the ring, and finds what appears to be a ladder wrapped in light tubes and tape.

ALARA ADAMS: What a tormentous contraption! Drago Santiago’s looking to kill Jason Long here!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And he just might accomplish that goal!

Santiago slides the ladder into the ring, leaving it slightly opened as he drags Long’s unconscious form in-between the ladder halves and lays him prone in the middle of the two ladder halves! He goes to the top rope, looking for a flying elbow drop-but Long rolls out of the way, only for Santiago to catch himself!

Drago leaps down into the ring, but Long’s quick to catch him with the ICONKICK! Santiago staggers, and Long grabs him by both arms, looking for the Inception, but Santiago counters with rough elbows to the head that force Long off of him! He drills Long with a pump knee strike to the head, before leaping and trying for a DDT-but Long catches Santiago and HURLS HIM BACK WITH A HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX INTO THE ROPES! Santiago’s lower back hits the cables hard, and Long drags him up next to the ladder. He gets a running start-VANITY KILLER INTO THE TUBES AND THE SIDE OF THE LADDER! Blood sprays from Santiago’s head, but Long’s not quite content to let him die just yet! He drags him back up to his feet, laying him on top of the ladder before going to the top rope! He leaps!

-AND NO ONE’S HOME! Santiago escapes one more time as Long crashes down hard into the light tube ladder! There’s glass and blood everywhere from both Drago and Long, as Drago falls onto Long and covers one more time!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

NO!!! UNBELIEVABLY, LONG MANAGED TO KICK OUT ONCE MORE! Drago grits his teeth, and slides out of the ring, collecting two more chairs and two thick sheets of glass. He also retrieves, from his boot, a bottle of lighter fluid! He dumps the fluid onto the glass, and with a flick of a match from his boot-he lights it! He grabs Long and pulls him up onto the top rope for the Deus Ex Machina, trying to drive Long down through the glass with the deadly Air Raid Crash-but Long manages to counter! He drives boots into the side of Drago’s head, causing him to drop him-but Long’s able to use his athletics to power back into place! He hooks both of Drago’s arms in a double underhook-AND LEAPS FOR THE THRONEBREAKER THROUGH THE GLASS AND FLAMES! HE HITS IT! JESUS CHRIST! HE PINS DRAGO SANTIAGO!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...AND NEW FALLOUT PRIME CHAMPION...JASON….LOOOOOOONNNNGGG!!!

The ref helps Jason to his feet and hands him the Prime Championship Title. Jason quickly limps over to the nearest ropes and climbs up to the middle rope...holding the Prime Championship title up into the air.

Meanwhile, some of the fans have reached into the ring and grabbed the unconscious Drago Santiago. Slowly they pull him out and begin to pass his limp body over their heads, through the crowd. Drago’s arms hang straight out to the side, blood dripping from his hands. His legs are kept together as not to lose balance, his feet covered in blood as well. With care, ease, and a respect for what he has done for the Fallout brand...the fans pass him head over head, away from the ring.

Our final view of the night is a wide shot of Drago Santiago being carried to safety in a savior pose, by the fans...and Jason Long celebrating in the ring, while holding the Prime Championship into the air.