6/3/2021 - FALLOUT VII: UNDISPUTED

Terry Savage vs Kagome Akaibara
Due to Kagome’s injuries suffered at Disputed Territory, she was unable to compete. Terry Savage was given the chance to come down to the ring and earn a free win, but he locked himself in a closet and refused to come out.
WINNER: No contest - Neither came to the ring


Alice Knight vs Kevin Hunter
Alice Knight comes out and lit the place up, throwing Kevin Hunter around like he was nothing more than an untrained fan in the ring. The fans who had already made it to their seats cheered and let out MANY ‘Hoots’ for The Night Owl. With Kevin crying out for his daddy (He is the devil after all, so saying ‘Please, God’ is calling out for his daddy…) Alice put him out of his misery by downing him with ‘The Apache’.
WINNER: Alice Knight via pinfall (6:16)







TIMOTHY DANIELS: Last time, on Fallout presents Disputed Territory…

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Back Halls...

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.

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Ascension Scramble
Hunter / Horror / Jones / Adora / Destruction / Atlas / Burgess


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!!!

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Ascension Scramble
- / Horror / - / Adora / Destruction / Atlas / Burgess


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!!!

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Ascension Scramble
- / Horror / - / Adora / Destruction / - / -


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!!

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Back Halls...


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.

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Backyard Brawl Ascension Championship Match
Kasey Winterborn (C) vs Kagome Akaibara


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.

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Backyard Brawl Ascension Championship Match
Kasey Winterborn (C) vs Kagome Akaibara


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!!!

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Pyro vs Julius Fairweather

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!

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Pyro vs Julius Fairweather

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!

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Savannah Sunshine vs Havoc vs Valkyrie

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Savannah Sunshine vs Havoc vs Valkyrie

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner and the Number One Contender to the Noble Championship… SAVANNAHHHH SUNSHINNEEEE!!!

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Kayla Richards (C) vs Pixie Sloane

ALARA ADAMS: Good Lord, that was crushing!! Kayla Richards may have caved Pixie’s ribcage, and is about to retain her title!

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Pixie Sloane hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: The winner… AND NEW NOBLE CHAMPION… PIXIE SLOANE!!

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Elena DeDraca (C) vs Shawn Warstein

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Christian DeMarco walks into the building, dressed in a pair of jeans and an ‘Unbreakable Resolution - Purge Match’ t-shirt that looks like it had been balled up in a corner for a few days. He stops dead as Kasey Winterborn steps into his path. With her arms folded across her chest, she has a serious look on her face.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Listen, Christian...I know that you have been trying your best to help me out here. You’ve tried to put security detail on me, you’ve switched my locker room around, you even tried to put yourself in the middle...but this is getting ridiculous. This masked creep is now on Twitter, bugging me...bugging Shawn...even picking fights with Dickie Watson.

DeMarco takes a deep breath and nods his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I understand where you’re coming from. While I can’t do anything about the whole Twitter thing, besides tell you and everyone else to just completely ignore this lunatic...I’m curious to what he wants now. He seems to have moved on past this infatuation with you and trying to ‘help’ you.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Yeah...help me...more like delegitimize everything I have done so far.

The Fallout General Manager shakes his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I disagree. You are the one who beat Eli Atlas for the Championship. You are the one who defended it against Atlas, Tyler, Horror, Rodriguez, me, Holt, and even Kagome. And tonight it will be YOU who defends it against Destruction and Burgess.

KASEY WINTERBORN: What I don’t understand is Redd...God, I even feel dirty saying his name...keeps saying he was the one who whispered in your ear. He was the one who helped push management to book me against lower opponents. What is that about?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: When I first took the job as General Manager of Fallout, there were many people who kept trying to step in and help me. A lot of them suggested that I should take it easy on you at first because you were just coming back from a bad injury, but that I should also use you to build the Ascension Division. I thought it was a wonderful idea. You have the talent and the knowledge to build the division and raise up the people in that division, to new levels. HELL, don’t forget...your first Fallout match, you defeated Jason Long. And what is Jason now?

KASEY WINTERBORN: Prime Champion.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Exactly. So again, we have been booking you against the best competitors the Ascension Division has, so don’t listen to anyone saying your wins and title reign is any less impressive, important, or stained in any way. You are the most active Champion that Project: Honor has ever had. Your only two losses in Project: Honor, came when Dickie Watson himself...pinned Jason Terrance in the first ever Grand Championship Match...and that clusterfuck of a Tyrant Games, which your…’casual dating partner’...won.

Kasey smiles at the thought of Shawn Warstein, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So again...don’t listen to those who doubt your accomplishments. You are Champion. You deserve it. And we are going to find this little shit, hopefully sooner rather than later. Arik mentioned he might have found a lead, so I was going to meet...up...with…

Christian DeMarco starts to trail off as he looks behind Kasey, before stopping entirely. The camera pans out as Kasey turns around, expecting the worst...only to see Arik Holt standing behind her. But...he is dressed in a pair of jeans, a jean jacket, a white t-shirt with a picture of himself in the same outfit on it, and a pair of blue-tinted shades. He has a light brownish spray on his jawline, to resemble a beard and the same color on his head to resemble hair.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What...the fuck...is this?

Arik Holt walks off camera, but comes back with a large white board. Written on the white board are the words ‘National Impersonate Authority Day’. Before Christian can even read it, Arik jams his hands into the front pockets of his own jeans.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You’ve got to be kidding me.

KASEY WINTERBORN: ...are you trying to look like Indy Darling?

Arik smiles and shakes his head ‘yes’.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Fuck, this is going to be a rough show.

Without another word, Christian walks off past the two. Kasey still looks a little creeped out by Arik, but slowly walks past him too. The camera zooms in on Arik Holt’s face...which sports a smile and his Indy Darling-esque sunglasses.




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

“CANDY IS MY FAVORITE!”
“SAVE ME PYRO!”
“ONLY THE SHADOW KNOWS!”
“#STARTTHEMATRIARCHY”
“I WANT TO TOUCH JAMES RAVEN’S ABS”

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

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

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

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

The view zooms in on the Prime Championship and Drago’s picture, before cutting to show Jason Long dropping Santiago with the Thronebreaker.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Cut back to a shot of a display with replica Fallout Championship titles. But now a picture of Jason Long hangs above the Prime Championship.
’Cause one of these days, one of these days,
Everyone will know

The view zooms in on the Noble Championship and Kayla’s picture, before cutting to show Pixie Sloane hitting Kayla with Pixie Dust.

But for now I stand alone

Cut back to a shot of a display with replica Fallout Championship titles. But now a picture of Pixie Sloane hangs above the Noble Championship.

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

The view zooms in on the Ascension Championship and Kasey’s picture, before cutting to show Kasey hitting Kagome Akaibara with the Little Miss Vex off of the top of the playground equipment.

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

Cut back to a shot of a display with replica Fallout Championship titles. Kasey’s picture still hangs above the Ascension Championship.

Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

The camera switches to a live shot of the titles, where three picture frames have been added. A 5x7 picture of Mason Destruction next to the 8x10 of Kasey Winterborn, a 5x7 picture of Savannah Sunshine next to the 8x10 of Pixie Sloane, and an empty 5x7 picture frame next to the 8x10 of Jason Long.

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

The music stops dead as the Fallout logo replaces the image of the empty picture frame.








KAIDENCE MCQUEEN: Where at now Daddy?

The young child’s words transitioned through the break, emanating from the locker room where Mason Destruction was currently getting ready. Mason had his phone set up on the floor, pointing up at his face as he wrapped wrist tape around his rather beefy wrists.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Co-lom-bia my dear boy, you know where that is?

Kaidence played with a few toys as he pondered the question, looking back at his father through the phone and shrugging.

KAIDENCE MCQUEEN: Reeeeeaalllly far away! Farther than the moon!

Chuckling underneath his breath, Mason pulls the tape tight and then tears it with his teeth, spitting it on the ground before responding.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Probably babe, probably. Definitely, too far from you, I know that much.

At this point, Kaidence had gotten distracted, roaming away from the camera and out of the scene. Mason’s eyes scrunch, rather annoyed that what little time he had with Kaidence, Kaidence didn’t want to be a part of.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Where’d you go K?

He picks up the phone.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Kaidence Shooter McQueen, get your little ass back here and say your goodbyes if you’re done.

You hear a child sigh as Kaidence comes back into the phone.

KAIDENCE MCQUEEN: Bye Daddy.

And just like that he hung up.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Love you too, kid.

LESLEY ADORA: Hmmm… you've got a beautiful boy there, Mr. -, Destruction.

With all that was going on, Mason hadn’t noticed Lesley Adora slither his way into the room, infecting the place like a virus. Adora leans against the door frame, eyeing Mason, who turns with a quizzical look at the unwelcome visitor before returning to wrapping his wrists.

MASON DESTRUCTION: How about you don’t talk about my kid you creepy fuck.

Shaking his head, Mason glances back over his shoulder at Adora as he said those last two words.

LESLEY ADORA: Fair, fair. Counter point. Maybe if you watched the way you spoke to, Kaidence was it? Maybe he'd be a little bit more affectionate towards you. Couldn't help but notice he ran off pretty quick at the end of your call there.

Mason looks up again, clearly more agitated and slightly in disbelief at the gall of Adora.

LESLEY ADORA: Yes, take it from me brother of the light, you have to be setting an example for young Kaidence. And since you're clearly not home very often to raise him in person, you have to make all your little video chats count so Kaidence doesn't end up following in your footsteps. Unless your goal for him is to kill himself in the backyard with rusted ladders and cookie sheets? Is that what's best for Kaidence, Mason?

A chuckle, that's all Mason could muster as he slammed his palms into his knees and pushed himself up, instantly turning to face Lesley.

MASON DESTRUCTION: You’re a funny guy Lesley, walking up in here, giving me parental advice… Don’t they have a law or something about keeping people like you away from playgrounds?

Mason steps over the bench so that he’s now on the same side of it as Lesley. An agitated smirk still carved into his lips.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Don’t answer that. Don’t answer that because I’m sure whatever the light is, helps you move past that. So how about you do me a favor here Adora, how about you tell me what in the fuck you are doing here, oh and keep my kids name out of your mouth… I won’t ask you again.

LESLEY ADORA: What I'm doing? Brother of The Light, I'm here to help you. I stated earlier this week that I'm a big fan of yours just like the people in the stands and the people at home, but for different reasons. You see the people like you because they see themselves in you. They see a man who's struggling, not only with his weight, style and hair choices; but just struggling in life as a whole. They love you because if you succeed, they succeed. Me? I like you Mason because I see the true potential in you. I see the way you carry yourself, the passion you have for this industry and I think it's all more than commendable, I think it's desirable.

Lesley takes a slight step forward.

LESLEY ADORA: But you're killing yourself. You've convinced yourself that you're not good enough so you try to do these barbaric things that have left you scared clearly outside, but more importantly inside. I see the struggle, the struggle to smile, the struggle to keep putting on a brave face, and it doesn't have to be that way. With guidance, you don't have to be good; you can be better than you've ever dreamed of. Tonight, I will prove the world wrong when I walk out with the Ascension Championship; but then from there the world is your oyster. Pixie Sloan, Jason Long, or the ever-feared Tyrant of Project Honor himself… you -, WE can get you whatever you want. Just… just take my hand Mason, and you can follow me into the light.

Lesley extends his right hand that is adorned with a shimmering white glove.

Mason’s tongue playfully wiggles his lip-ring from behind a closed mouth, the irritants leaving him as Lesley spoke, and the more cocky nature of Mason shines through as he crosses his arms.

MASON DESTRUCTION: You? You can get me whatever I want? You Lesley? You couldn’t even beat me in a match where all you had to do was survive… For all your words, and all of your grandeur… You couldn’t get the job done against someone like me. Someone of my weight, my hair, my lifestyle… But now you stand here, and try and offer me an olive branch? Telling me everything I want to hear, like some sort of scam salesman talking to an old woman over the phone.

Mason takes another step forward, so the two men are face to face, well as face to face as they can be giving Mason’s size. While doing so he pushes Lesley’s hand aside, well not so much as push, as walk his gut into it.

MASON DESTRUCTION: I don’t buy a single second of the shit you’re selling. You just want to use me to make yourself look good… And let me tell you something Lesley, I had enough of that shit in the backyard…

Lesley looks put off for a moment as Mason gets in his face, but then just smiles.

LESLEY ADORA: Fair enough, brother of The Light. I understand you may be hesitant, and that's fine. Someday when you see the true power of The Light as it works through me, you will cast aside your love of the darkness. Until then? I must defend the light. Therefore, while our souls are brothers, tonight we must have an honorable duel.

Lesley takes a step back, having taken off his glove while speaking, reels back and slaps Mason across the face with the loose glove. Mason whips his head back fuming but Lesley has already spun on his heel, and exited the locker room. While rubbing his cheek, Mason cracks his neck to the left.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Ascension title or not… I’m booting that guy’s fucking head off.




The camera catches the customary Black Lincoln Navigator as it once again pulls up into enemy territory. As it comes to a halt the doors burst open.

JAMES RAVEN: Why the fuck are we here….. again?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Uh well one because I asked you to come here. Two, as the Legacy Champion it’s my duty to come down to the common folk and let them bask in what they will never attain. And thirdly, Kasey has another title defense, and I want to show some support.

JAMES RAVEN: So *sighs* Let me get this right. The only reason why we are here is for YOU to gloat about your accomplishments? Was it necessary that I come?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Absolutely necessary. We are a team. We can’t have the idiots in charge not see the two of us at the same time. That’s when they get ideas about us not tagging, even though we are the TAG TEAM champions.

Shawn and James both glance at the camera. Shawn gives a half smile, while James gives a wink and blows a kiss.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: We gave them everything they needed to keep us happy and to stop them from getting themselves in this position.

JAMES RAVEN: True. So you know last time they didn’t let us in right. What makes you think that they are all of a sudden going to have a change of heart?

The People’s G.O.A.T. points towards the guard blocking the back entrance once again.

Warstein: Oh my friend…. that’s not where we are going.

Shawn points to a large semi trailer.

Warstein: That’s where we are going.

JAMES RAVEN: And they are just going to let us in the production trailer?

Shawn: Of course not. That’s where you come into play.

JAMES RAVEN: Abs?

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Yes. Abs. Both a blessing to the earth and a curse for you.

Shawn and James walk around the backside of the production truck, Shawn knocks on the door and is met by a woman. She looks at the two men, and begins to shut the door when Shawn blocks it. With one hand on the door, Shawn taps The Abs on the chest. He lifts up his shirt revealing the six pack abs that were chiseled from marble. The woman takes one look and immediately passes out from pure ecstasy.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Works like a charm.

JAMES RAVEN: You know you could do that too if you worked out more.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: Now's not the time. We’ve got work to do.

Shawn and James set the woman up on a chair and shut the door behind them, as the camera fades.






CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Weighing in at… Two hundred and eighteen pounds… from parts unknown ... The Nightmare King and The Harbinger of Reality… HAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOCCCCCCC!!!

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

CLARA OLSON: Introducing his opponent… Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… Hell for Certain, Kentucky… The Heathen… HEEEEAAAATTTTHHHHEEEENNNN JOOOONNNNEEESSSS!!!

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

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“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…”
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[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.]

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as Havoc heard the bell he dropped Heathen with a Superkick only for Heathen to get back to his feet so Havoc drops him with another Superkick. This time Havoc doesn’t even allow Heathen to even try to get back to his feet. Havoc is on top of him throwing Punches, Heathen managing to block a few until Havoc mixes it up and launches a devastating Elbow above Heathen’s eye and opening him up. Havoc sees the sight of blood and it instantly puts a crazy smile on his face as he starts Headbutting Heathen. Havoc has hold of Heathen’s hair as Headbutt after Headbutt the cut above Heathen’s eye starts splattering blood everywhere.

ALARA ADAMS: That reminds me, I need tomato sauce for my hotdogs.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WTF!?

Havoc isn’t done though, he drags Heathen to his feet whose face is covered in blood. Havoc attempts to hit a Suplex on Heathen but he is having none of it as he reverses it into a Suplex of his own. Heathen wipes the blood from his eyes before flicking it down onto Havoc who just looks up at Heathen with a smile on his face. Heathen helps Havoc to his feet and hits him hard with a right Punch sending Havoc spinning around allowing Heathen to drop him with a Full Nelson Slam holding it for the pin.

ONE…
NO… KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Heathen hasn’t done much in this match but almost got the pin then.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That would’ve been the upset of the century!

Heathen is to his feet as is Havoc and it’s Havoc who once again gets the upper hand as he runs at Heathen hitting him with a Dropkick with such force it sends Heathen back first into the turnbuckle. Havoc follows this up with a Clothesline to the corner laughing as Heathen slumps down into a seating position against the turnbuckle. Havoc backs up into the opposite corner to where Heathen is slumped and uses his fingers in a motion as if he is sizing him up. That’s when suddenly Havoc runs at Heathen, nearly taking his damn head off with the Dead Trigger(Running Knee Strike) straight to the face.

ALARA ADAMS: No surprises as to why he calls that the Dead Trigger.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I feel dead just from seeing it!

Havoc is rather pleased with his destruction in the ring as he now hits Heathen with the Zero Eclipse(Running Middle Rope Moonsault - Lionsault) and goes straight for the Day of Reckoning(Liontamer) applying the pressure to Heathen’s back. Heathen is trying his best to get out of the hold but Havoc is having none of it as he manages to get it locked in. Just when it looks like Heathen is about to tap out, Havoc lets go of the hold and looks down at Heathen. Havoc clearly isn’t done as he lays down next to Heathen staring him into his face as he grabs hold of his hair again and just starts Headbutting him again.

The blood from the cut above Heathen’s eye opened up even more as the blood splattered everywhere once again. Havoc then proceeds to get up to his feet this time kicking Heathen in the mid section not once, not twice but three times before helping him back up to his feet. As Heathen is helped back up to his feet, he manages to roll Havoc up into a Small Package Pin.

ONE…
TWO…
NO… KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: That’s twice now that Heathen Jones has tried to steal this match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The Heathen!

Havoc clearly is not happy because as soon as he kicks out of the pin he is up to his feet quicker than Heathen and hits him with the Devil’s Repent(Curbstomp -- Super Dragon style) before getting on top of him and once again hitting him with left and right punches. Havoc is definitely out to show that he isn’t to be messed with as he once again gets to his feet, he is covered in Heathen’s blood as he wipes it down himself chuckling. That’s when Heathen somehow still shows strength as he crawls towards the rope. Havoc at this point is watching Heathen as he uses the ropes to slowly get to his feet. Havoc then runs at Heathen who pulls the rope down which sends Havoc over the top rope and to the outside of the ring.

Havoc now on the outside gets to his feet and kicks the barricade frustrated at Heathen managing to get one up on him. Heathen is somehow back to his feet in the ring gesturing to Havoc to get back in the ring with him. The blood from the cut above Heathen’s eye is still flowing as blood dripped down onto the mat. Havoc slides into the ring as he and Heathen start to trade punches in the center of the ring. It’s Havoc who gets the upper hand though as he rakes the eyes of Heathen before running at the ropes and Springboarding off them hitting a Springboard Stunner. Havoc isn’t done though, he gets Heathen up to his feet and pushes him into the corner leaning him against the turnbuckle.

ALARA ADAMS: I hate to think what Havoc has in mind here.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Whatever it is, Heathen is toast!

Havoc then gets up onto the top of the turnbuckle behind Heathen doing a Moonsault over his head and grabs hold of Heathen on his way down hitting the ClimaX(Jumping Double Knee Facebreaker) sending Heathen collapsing to the floor.

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY CORNFLAKES BATMAN!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Someone better make up a bed for Heathen in the morgue.

Havoc then locks in the Day of Reckoning(Liontamer) again. This time he locks it in; it’s clear to everyone that he is out to snap Heathen in half as he applies more and more pressure to the back of a screaming Heathen Jones. No matter how much Heathen tries to fit it he can’t get out of the hold and eventually has to tap out. Havoc gets to his feet demanding that the ref holds up his arm as the ring announcer announces the ending of the match.

DING! DING! DING!

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

Havoc waits a moment and then rips his arm away from the ref, scowling down at Heathen Jones.




One of the many roaming cameras takes us backstage to find Julius Fairweather making his way through the arena’s corridors. Each time he reaches a door, he tests the handle to see if it’s locked, and when he finds one unbarred he takes a moment to peek inside. Each time he seems disappointed with what he sees, leaving the viewers at home to wonder exactly what he’s looking for. Then, as Julius rounds a corner, he comes face to face with backstage reporter, Timothy Daniels.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Julius! Just the man I wanted to see! I hope I’m not interrupting something important...

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Yeah, but it's cool, Timmy. What’s up, motherfucker?

TIMOTHY DANIELS: In a recently aired promo, you revealed your real name to the world. I was just wondering what life was like for you now that Luther Franklin is out of the bag?

Julius’ eyes narrow upon hearing the reporter’s question, a clear indication that he has regrets about his personal revelation even if he refuses to admit it.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I ain’t got nothin’ to hide. With all the nosy motherfuckers around here, it was only a matter of time anyway.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: So no regrets? You’re not worried about the bad reputation you earned as an amateur wrestler? The lifetime ban from boxing? The criminal record?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Hell no I ain’t worried about that shit! It’s my opponents who should be worried! Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got some very important business to conduct…

Julius pushes his way past Timothy to open another door and peer inside. This time, a high-pitched shriek answers him. Julius steps back and closes the door with a wide grin.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: My bad, ladies! You’re looking good though!

As Julius moves toward the next door, Timothy interrupts him yet again.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Um...do you mind if I ask what you’re looking for?

With an exasperated sigh, Julius turns back toward the reporter once again.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Like I said, nosy motherfuckers all over this place. Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m on a twofold mission, motherfucker. Number one, I’m making sure there ain’t no creepy ass cowboys lurking back here to bother my girl, Pixie Sloane. Number two, I promised to give Alice Knight a hug when I saw her, and these black pythons are ready to wrap around the Night Owl.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Oh, I guess that makes sense. I’ll let you get back to your business. Thanks for your time, Julius.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: The pleasure was all yours, motherfucker.

The Weatherman turns away from Timothy to resume his search, but this time he comes face to face with Arik Holt, who is still in costume for ‘Impersonate Authority Day’. With a big grin, Julius gives Arik an unexpected fist bump.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Indy! My man! Looking good, little brother!

He then continues on his search for random cowboys and Alice Knight, leaving a pleased Arik Holt in his wake.












CLARA OLSON: The following match is the six person tag repeat day match...introducing first...the team of Kayla Richards, Pyro and Valkyrie!....

Nine inch nails “deep” hits as Kayla Richards makes her way out, Pyro and Valkyrie come out behind her as Kayla clearly puts herself forward. The three make their ebay down to the ring and Kayla shakes her head as Pyro simply sits on the ring steps and Valkyrie gets onto the ring apron.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents, the team of Julius Fairweather, the number one contender to the Noble championship Savannah Sunshine and the Project Honor Noble champion PIXIE SLOANE!

Fairies wear boots by Black Sabbath hits as Pixie Sloane walks out with the Noble title over her shoulder, Savannah Sunshine comes out with her smiling and she and Pixie fist bump, meanwhile Julius Fairweather looks miserable behind them not getting his usual entrance. They make their way down to the ring as both teams start to mouth off at each other

ALARA ADAMS: These are two of the most random teams I have ever seen, the only thing tying them together is that the other team was their opponents last time out

KAYDEN ELLIS: Repeat day is fun, not as much fun as opposite day though. I mean shit, we could have had Pyro vs Savannah...that would have been wild...

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Here we go...but who is going to start on each team?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, one side has it figured out….the other?...not so much.

Julius and Savannah get on the apron as Pixie says “I’ve got this”, meanwhile the other team seems dysfunctional as Pyro and Kayla argue over who will start the match. Valkyrie rolls her eyes and pushes past them to square off with the new Noble Champion. Valkyrie towers over Pixie Sloane by nine inches and outweighs her by 42 pounds. But as always this doesn’t matter to the spitfire that has taken Fallout by storm as she simply mouths off at Valkyrie who sneers and launches forward with a clothesline attempt. Pixie ducks under it and hits the ropes before leaping in the air and wrapping her legs around Valkyrie, hitting a headscissors. Valkyrie flies across the ring and Pixie pops back up to her feet. Before Valkyrie can get to her feet Pixie flies in with a shotgun dropkick sending Valkyrie rolling back to her own corner.

ALARA ADAMS: Well that was a start from our Noble Champion. Pixie is faster than anyone else in this match and she was able to get around Valkyrie.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah but if someone like Valkyrie gets her hands on someone, especially someone who happens to be tiny, this could end badly.

ALARA ADAMS: Miss Sloane just has to stick and move.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Pyro looks to be chomping at the bit to get in there.

Valkyrie gets to her feet and looks over at Kayla and Pyro, she holds her hand out to Kayla who sneers, she teases that she’s about to get in the ring, Pixie nods and smiles almost begging for Kayla to get in the ring. Kayla mouths back and tags in, Pixie rubs her hands together but before Pixie and Kayla can go at it Savannah Sunshine reaches over and tags herself in!. Pixie turns and raises an eyebrow. She smiles and steps back letting Savannah get in the ring. Pixie joins Julius on the apron who looks annoyed about the whole situation. Savannah and Kayla circle around one another, Savannah ends up with her back towards Valkyrie and Pyro. Kayla's eyes suddenly raise and she shakes her head screaming “NO PYRO”. Savannah takes the bait and turns around allowing Kayla to attack her from behind and slam her forearm into the back of Savannah Sunshines head. The crowd boos but Kayla just shrugs and goes about her work.

KAYDEN ELLIS: A cunning move from the former Noble Champion.

ALARA ADAMS: And our former broadcast colleague.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She was actually really good at commentary….

Kayla pulls Savannah up and shoves her into the corner. Valkyrie backs up, but Pyro stands to close. Kayla glares at him and Pyro reluctantly backs away to give Kayla some room. Kayla grabs the top rope and starts hitting stiff kicks to Savannah, every shot to her chest making a large cracking noise as Savannah slowly slides down to the mat. Kayla turns over her shoulder at Pixie and flips her off. This pops Julius as he starts to laugh hysterically. Pixie rolls her eyes and looks at Julius hitting him on the arm. Kayla chokes Savannah down with her boot on her chest before backing up and running around the ring, she leaps in the air crashing down with a dropkick to Savannah's chest. Valkyrie seems impressed. Nodding at her teammate while Pyro, well Pyro is just being Pyro. Kayla pulls Savannah up, snapemares her into the center of the ring and hits a high knee drop across her forehead before going for a pin.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT

Kayla smears and grabs Savannah by the hair hitting a few hard right hands. She looks up at Pixie and shakes her head pointing at Savannah and yelling loud enough for everyone to hear. “Yeah that’s your next challenger”. Pixie sneers back and shakes her head ignoring Kayla, Kayla snaps back and shoves Pixie, this whole thing giving Savannah time to recover as she gets to her feet, Kayla turns around and Savannah hits her right in the face with a vicious Bicycle kick taking Kayla down. Savannah breathes heavily and starts to get the fans behind her, she moves around and Pixie reaches over tagging herself in now like Savannah did before. Savannah looks stunned but slowly nods. Pixie smiles and looks down at Kayla who is struggling to get up.

ALARA ADAMS: A little one upmanship from Pixie and Savannah there?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah but Julius Fairweather is basically being ignored….like Pyro on the other team.

ALARA ADAMS: One look at Julius shows he doesn’t really care.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I suppose not.

And sure enough Julius just leans on the rope watching the action. Pixie lines Kayla up, Kayla notices it’s Pixie in the ring, she turns and rolls tagging in Pyro. Pixie scoffs and throws her hands in the air. Pyro realises he’s able to get in the ring and happily steps through the ropes. He stares Pixie down and gets right in her face, but Pixie, as usual shows no intimidation and puts her finger right up in Pyro’s face pushing him back via his nose. Pyro blinks a few times unsure of how to register what just happened. So instead he lunges at Pixie like Valkyrie did with a clothesline, Pixie runs under it and hits the ropes like she did before, she leaps up going for the hurricanrana but Pyro catches Pixie and instead drops her down into a powerbomb. Pixie bounces off the mat and Pyro simply laughs at her.

ALARA ADAMS: Well I’ll be damned, it looks like Pyro the little psycho was paying attention.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He learned from other’s mistakes.

Pyro pulls Pixie up and hits a snap suplex before floating over and pulling her up deadlift the small champion right into the air and holding her up for another suplex, he holds her for several seconds before simply dumping her down on her back. Pyro moves around Pixie, he steps on her arm and then starts to stomp around her body, moving all the way around her stomping her arms, her legs, her midsection then her head. Pixie sits up holding her forehead trying to get some distance between herself and Pyro, she gets to the corner and pulls herself up, Pyro charges in and Pixie is able to roll to the side and escape, Pyro slams into the corner and Pixie rolls him up.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT

Pixie turns and springboards off the middle rope with a crossbody landing on Pyro who was only on one knee, she pops up and gets a bit of momentum, she hits a question mark kick then a roundhouse kick sending Pyro out to the floor. Pixie pops up and gets the crowd behind her, she hits the ropes going for a tope suicida, but Kayla Richards who was on the apron runs across and kicks Pixie in the side of the head as she was coming through the ropes. Pixie falls to a heap in the ring and Kayla jumps down slapping Pyro in the face and telling him to get in the “fuckin” ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Kayla being the leader we all know she can be.

KAYDEN ELLIS: ...by hitting a teammate?

Pyro looks Kayla up and down and shakes his head with a growl before sliding in the ring. Pixie shakes her head trying to get the cobwebs out, Pyro calls for the silent scream, Pixie looks up and as Pyro comes forward Savannah Sunshine makes the save and collides with Pyro taking him out, Pixie looks over at Savannah and seems annoyed shaking her head before shoving her tag team partner and number one contender backwards. They get in each other's faces and Julius, who seems to have finally had enough of this malarkey, leans over and tags himself in. Pyro has no idea what has happened and stumbles back towards his own corner. Valkyrie reaches over and gets tagged in. Pyro falls from the ring and Kayla looks around stunned, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

ALARA ADAMS: Pixie Sloane seemed to take issue with Savannah getting involved

KAYDEN ELLIS: Savannah could see Pyro getting ready to stick his disgusting fingers down Pixie’s throat, Savannah was saving her and the match.

Julius and Valkyrie eye each other off, he shakes his head and looks around before mouthing “Mother fucker”. He and Valkyrie then explode at each other in a hockey fight. They hit hard right hands over and over again before Julius hits a side knee lift, he pops the crowd hitting some shuffling jabs and then a huge right hand. The crowd goes nuts for this and Julius is in charge. But outside the ring Kayla Richards has run around behind Savannah who had argued with Pixie, Kayla runs Savannah face first into the ring post!. Savannah goes down and Pixie looks across the ring at Pyro and Kayla who was now on the floor.

ALARA ADAMS: That was a low move!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kayla saw her advantage and took it..hey wait!

Pixie gets in the ring, Julius looks over at her and Pixie sprints across and throws herself out and onto the floor on top of Pyro and Kayla. Savannah, Pyro, Kayla and Pixie are all down! Julius measures Valkyrie up who was still dizzy after taking that vicious right hand. Julius goes for the royale with cheese, he cocks the second harder right hand and goes to throw it, Valkyrie ducks and goes for the pele kick, as she flips back though Julius moves to the side, Valkyrie pops to her feet but eats the roundhouse kick Julius calls the “Foot fuckin master”! Valkyrie goes down.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your WINNERS...the team of JULIUS FAIRWEATHER...PIXIE SLOANE...AND SAVANNAAAAAAHH SUUUUNNNSSHIIINNNEEE!!!

Julius Fairweather pops to his feet. The ref reaches for his hand but instead, he pulls it away and slides out of the ring to check on Pixie and Savannah.





A storm is brewing outside of the Movistar Arena Bogata in Bogata, Colombia. Dark, ominous clouds gather together to turn the blue sky completely black. Thunder sounds, lightning strikes, and the rain starts pouring. The wind picks up to the point you can hear the whistle of it. The people roaming the streets find shelter, the people inside close their windows all until the entire city almost looks like a ghost town shrouded in darkness. After a few seconds, the rain pours even more and lights around the city start flickering.

Back inside the Movistar Arena Bogata, the lights start flickering. The fans all let out a simultaneous gasp.

ALARA ADAMS: What the hell was that?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did someone not pay the electric bill?

All of a sudden, every light in the arena goes out and the Movistar Arena Bogata is pitch black.

ALARA ADAMS: You might not be far off.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Hang tight, everyone. We’re just waiting on an update.

Just a few seconds after Kayden last spoke, a mysterious voice can be heard over the speakers.

??: The darkness...

The sound of the voice sends chills through your body, almost like it was right next to you, whispering in your ear. Silence takes over the arena along with the pitch black. Not a word can be heard from the announcers or a single fan in attendance.

??: ...is here.

Static shows up on the titantron with the arena still in complete darkness. The static then switches into a live video feed. Emergency lights are on revealing the location to be backstage of the arena. Kevin Hunter is standing in the light when suddenly a black figure attacks him. Kevin starts screaming until it slowly fades out to complete silence. The video goes to static once again.

??: I can sense the fear… trembling from your bodies…

The static on the screen switches to a live feed to show Kevin Hunter; lifeless… in a pool of blood.

??: You can’t hide…

The live feed cuts back to another section of the backstage area where Heathen Jones is standing in one of the emergency lights. He fidgets with his hat, until the black figure appears again, taking him out. Heathen’s hat drops to the ground and stays in the light. The same screams happen again, slowly fading out to complete silence, which is when the live feed cuts to static.

??: The shadows are hungry…

Just like with Kevin, the live feed turns back on to show Heathen Jones… lifeless. The video cuts to static.

??: And this is just the beginning…

With the arena completely in the dark, a face shows up on the titantron.



??: You can only see me… when I want to be seen. You can only hear me… when I want to be heard.

The image disappears from the titantron so that the arena is pitch black, including the titantron.

??: The shadows are here… and Fallout has just been shrouded in darkness. This has been your warning.

After the last word was spoken, all the lights in the arena come back on as everyone is on edge from what they just witnessed.

ALARA ADAMS: Holy hell… We’re receiving word that both Kevin and Heathen are being taken out of the arena by our medical team and we’ll update as we have information.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Who the hell was that?

ALARA ADAMS: I’m not sure… but based on what was said… this isn’t the last time we’ll see them.










CLARA OLSON:Ladies and gentleman, the following match is a TAG TEAM MATCH...and is also an ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! The person who completes the pin, will be the AScension Champion! Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan...weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds...THE HEARTBREAKER...LOGAN BUUUURRRGESSSS!!!

The arena goes dark, as the crowd lets out a collective yawn. World Goes Cold, blasts through the speakers as Logan walks onto the stage

KAYDEN ELLIS: And here comes the man who signed onto Project: Honor in March and when asked what brand he wanted, he said it didn’t matter...to just let him prove that he is the best.

ALARA ADAMS: And as of right now, he is Oh-and-four...with a high possibility of going Oh-and-five.

He spins around slowly, coming back to the camera lens with a smirk that a mother couldn’t even love. Once down the ramp, he slides under the bottom rope and stops on both knees chuckling to himself.

ALARA ADAMS: Aaaaand enough of that bullshit, let’s get onto the real competitors.

CLARA OLSON: And his poor teammate tonight who will probably have to do everything himself...from Indiana Beach, Indiana...weighing in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds...the DEATHMATCH BACKYARDIGAN...MASSSSOOOONNNN...DEEESSSTRUUUCCCTTTIIIIIOOOOONNNNN!!!

"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 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...his partner keeping his distance.

KAYDEN ELLIS: No matter what happens tonight, I see big things in Mason’s future.

CLARA OLSON: And the first of their opponents! Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-eight pounds...from the Garden of Purity…THE WHITE ROSE OF WRESTLING...LEEESSSLLEEEYY...AAAADOOORRRRRAAA!!!

Suddenly the lights in the arena begin to become increasingly brighter, to the point where it's almost uncomfortable. The noise of people singing can be heard alongside a rhythmic marching sound as about a dozen men, women and children of all age, race and identifications dressed in immaculately crafted white and vibrant green robes begin flowing through the curtain onto the stage. They walk side by side two at a time as they exit the curtain and as they get further onto the stage they split, one left and one right until they're lining the entirety of the sides of the stage. As they take their positions and move closer to the camera and microphones, the lyrics to their song can finally be heard clearly.

"THE LIGHT IS OUR FRIEND. WE'LL NEVER SIN AGAIIINnnNn. THE LIGHT IS OUR FRIEND(friend). WE'LL NEVER SIN AGAIIINnnNn(again)."

As they sing, smoke begins to rise from each side of the entrance ramp, slowly creeping up their legs as they stomp and clap to the rhythm. The lights are also gradually beginning to dim.

"THE LIGHT WILL GUIDE OUR WAY(way). THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DAYyyAy(day).
THE LIGHT WILL GUIDE OUR WAY(oh yes!).
THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DAYyyAy(all together now)

THE LIGHT WILL GUIDE OUR WAY, MY FRIENDS.
THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DAY, AMEN.

THE LIGHT. IS OUR FRIEND. WE'LL NEVER SIN AGAIN. THE LIGHT. IS OUR FRIEND. WE'LL NEVER SIN AGAIN."

The smoke has completely enveloped the choraliers and the lights flicker a few times before fading completely to black. There's a long, pregnant pause.

"Archangel" by Two Steps from Hell begins, and spotlights begin to flicker through the darkness. The loud orchestral music thunders through the speakers as a few of the spotlights focus on "The White Rose" Lesley Adora making his way through the curtain. Adorned with a white dove-feathered ring jacket with long, flowing, multicolored tassels that sparkle when the spotlights hit it, he walks through the fog, making eye contact with the camera as he does. It's hard to see in the darkness through the flashing lights and smoke but the now faceless arms and hands of the brothers and sisters of The Light break through the fog in intervals as Lesley walks past them. He reaches out to grab them, kiss or dramatically stroke them as he walks through the smoke. At one point he cups one of the brothers of The Light's chin and pulls them gently through the smoke to kiss him on the lips. One of the sisters of The Light bursts through the fog and Lesley lifts her by the waist over his head, gracefully twirling her in the air, bringing her down in close for a kiss as well before carefully yet quickly returning her to the smoke.

As he gets to ringside he spins around multiple times, the tassels of his jacket reflecting a rainbow of color in every direction before he leaps to the apron. The brothers and sister’s hands reach through the smoke again, rubbing at Lesley's legs and he extends his arms to each side, looking up toward the sky. Jumping through the middle and top rope he stands in the middle of the ring now, all the lights beginning to center on him as the orchestra heads to a crescendo. He unzips his body suit and exposes his glistening chest and pure heart to the world, before again extending his arms wide and looking up. Right before the orchestra reaches its peak, the lights go out once more, right in time with the music fading out.

Dramatic pause, before every light in the arena explodes back on as bright as ever with the colorful spotlights flashing rapidly in every angle, and the music breaks into a beautiful mix of epic orchestra and angelic chanting. Red, green, pink but mostly white rose petals fall from the ceiling mixed with pure white dove feathers, all slowly drifting and falling into the crowd and ring. Lesley catches one white rose petal in his teeth and then tucks it behind his ear. Once the music begins to fade again and most of the natural confetti falls, the lights return to normal and Lesley finally steps out of his pose and removes his bodysuit fully to reveal his ring gear and get ready for action. He looks over at Mason and winks in his direction.

ALARA ADAMS: Mmm, you see that man right there, Kayden? That man is SEXY as hell. The bravado, the confidence. Makes me want to follow him back to his dressing room and have my dirty way with him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Keep it in your pants, Alara.

CLARA OLSON: AND FINALLY...Adora’s tag partner for the evening...weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds...coming to us from Chicago, Illinois...SHE IS THE REIGNING ASCENSION CHAMPION...THE ASCENSION KWEEN...THE WICKED LITTLE MACHINE...KASEY WIIINNTTTERRRBOOOORRRRNNNNN!!!

The opening electronic strings of "Warrior" fade into the arena, growing louder as it progresses. The lights start pulsing in time with the start of the drumbeat, and as the lyrics begin a figure appears silhouetted against the backdrop.

♫ I got my head high, my chest out, my eyes open wide
I got no fear, got no doubt and, god, I feel alive ♫

The spotlight kicked on, shining down onto Kasey Winterborn. With a slight smile on her face and determination in her eyes, she raises her hands in the air to the overwhelming cheers of the crowd, the title shining proudly around her waist.

♫ I'm not stopping for ya, I'm a fucking warrior
I'm a warrior
Wa-wa-warrior, wa-wa-warrior
Walking through fire like I'll never learn
Waiting forever and now it's my turn
Stronger than ever, I'm ready to burn
Na-na-na na-na-na, I'm a warrior ♫

After a moment of posing, she smiles and begins her descent down the ramp. Along the way she looks around at the crowd cheering for her, reaching out and slapping hands with a couple of fans at ringside. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope and kips up to her feet, where she runs and leaps up to the middle rope at the turnbuckle and glances out at the crowd, smiling as she undoes her championship from around her waist and raises it in the air.

DING! DING! DING!

Kasey hands the Ascension Championship to the ref, right before Burgess runs forward and slams a forearm into the back of her head, knocking her into the ropes. Logan lunges forward and begins to throw close-fist punches into the back of Kasey Winterborn, delivering kidney shot after kidney shot after kidney shot.

ALARA ADAMS: Logan is trying to prove he is the best!

KAYDEN ELLIS: How long before he gets his teeth knocked down his throat?

Meanwhile Lesley casually walks up to Mason Destruction and stops dead in front of him. The Deathmatch Backyardigan looks at him oddly, a little bit of annoyance in his face after their meeting earlier in the night. Lesley raises his chin slightly into the air and stares down the bridge of his nose at his hands as he removes his white glove finger by finger. With the glove off his hand completely, he grabs the bottom of it with his right hand...pulls back...and SLAPS Mason with- NO! MASON DESTRUCTION CATCHES HIS ARM! He knees Lesley Adora in the gut, grabbing the glove and ripping it from White Rose’s hand. He grabs Adora’s face...AND SHOVES THE GLOVE INTO ADORA’S MOUTH!!! Mason goes running to the ropes, bounces off of them...comes flying back as Lesley finally gets the glove out of his mouth...DESTRUCTO KICK!!!

ALARA ADAMS: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! MASON JUST TOOK OFF LESLEY’S HEAD WITH THAT MONSTROUS BIG BOOT!!! Mason drops down for the cover…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: NO!!! KASEY WITH THE LAST SECOND SAVE!!! She barely got away from Burgess in time to save the match and her Championship reign!

Kasey pulls Mason Destruction up to his feet and whips him towards the ropes as hard as she can, but Mason uses his size to reverse it and whips Kasey towards the ropes. She bounces off them and comes flying back. Mason lunges at her with a HUGE clothesline, but Kasey uses her small stature to duck under the big man’s arm. She quickly runs and bounces off the opposite ropes and comes flying back as Mason turns around. HUGE RUNNING ENZUIGIRI!!! MASON IS DOWN TO ONE KNEE!!! Kasey goes running towards the ropes again, but slides under the ropes to the outside. She runs up to Clara Olson...and Clara stands to her feet, offering Kasey her chair.

ALARA ADAMS: Clara did say that redheads have to stick together.

Kasey grabs the chair and folds it up, turning and making her way back into the ring.

ONE!

LOGAN BURGESS HAS THE STILL-OUT-OF-IT LESLEY ADORA PINNED!!!

TWO!!

KASEY SEES MASON IS SLOWLY MAKING HIS WAY BACK TO TWO FEET. SHE LUNGS FORWARD...AND BRINGS THE EDGE OF THE CHAIR ACROSS THE BACK OF LOGAN BURGESS’ SKULL!!! Breaking up the pin! Like a balloon with too much tension, the back of Logan’s head splits open and begins to bleed. He rolls away, grabbing at his freshly injured head. Meanwhile Kasey is checking on Lesley Adora, who is blinking and is just coming back around from that massive boot.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s like someone turned on a faucet in the back of Logan’s head.

ALARA ADAMS: Could be all that tension he has.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What do you mean?

ALARA ADAMS: Well a few shows ago, he had dark hair...a caramel hue to his skin...and his measurements were six-three and two-sixty-five. Now he is looking like he is only about five-eleven...and MAYBE a couple pounds over two-hundred? Plus he has brown hair and looks whiter than casper the ghost. Either the tension of lying about his spray tan, steroid usage, and hair dye has gotten to him...or this is a COMPLETELY different Logan Burgess we see before us.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Sounds like the ramblings of a conspiracy theorist.

ALARA ADAMS: Check the tapes! This does not look like the same Heartbreaker from the Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal.

In the ring, while those two were gabbing back and forth, Kasey has Lesley back to his feet and is talking to him. Lesley leans forward...and kisses Kasey on the forehead, before patting her on top of her head...mouthing the words “Thank you, sister”. Kasey is a little taken back as she takes a few steps back...AND MASON DESTRUCTION IS THERE TO GRAB HER!!! INDIANA DEATH SENTENCE!!! HUGE BELLY TO BACKBREAKER DROP!!! KASEY IS GRABBING AT HER BACK IN PAIN!!! Mason climbs back to his feet...he turns around...AND LESLEY POPS HIM WITH ‘THE KISS’!!! DISCUS ELBOW AND MASON DESTRUCTION STUMBLES BACK...AND GOES OVER THE TOP ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s like mayhem in there! Lesley is looking down at an injured Kasey Winterborn.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m sure there’s part of him that wishes he could just pin her.

Logan Burgess finally gets back to his feet from the corner and Lesley’s attention is pulled away from the downed Winterborn. Burgess stumbles forward, the entire back of his hair matted in blood. He looks up at Adora...INTO THE LIGHT!!! INTO THE LIGHT AND BURGESS DROPS TO THE MAT OUT COLD!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Damn, he about took off Logan’s head with that straight palm strike!

ALARA ADAMS: Lesley drops down onto Burgess, hooking the leg…

ONE!
TWO!!
THR-

NO!!! KASEY WINTERBORN BREAKS UP HER OWN PARTNER’S PIN COUNT!!! Lesley and Kasey are both up to their feet and are arguing with each other. Lesley swings at her, but Kasey ducks under it and Lesley spins around. Winterborn jumps up, grabbing her partner’s shoulders and bending her knees...BACKSTABBER!!!! KASEY WINTERBORN JUST HIT A BACKSTABBER ON HER OWN PARTNER!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Backstabbing your partner with a backstabber? Oh, the irony.

ALARA ADAMS: He started it. You saw the look he was giving her when she was down on the mat in pain. Instead of helping her, he tried to take advantage of the situation.

Kasey back to her feet...AND MASON DESTRUCTION OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A DESTRUCTO KICK TO KASEY WINTERBORN!!! NO!!! KASEY DUCKS UNDER THE KICK!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: AND KASEY WINTERBORN JUST STRAIGHT UP PUNCHED MASON DESTRUCTION IN THE JUNK!!! MASON DROPS TO THE MAT AND IS IN OBVIOUS PAIN!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Well he did just try to take her head off.

Kasey stands to her feet and sees Logan Burgess still out cold. She drops down on him for the cover!

ONE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Lesley is hurt...Mason is hurt. No one is paying attention to Kasey!

TWO!!

ALARA ADAMS: SHE COULD RETAIN HER TITLE RIGHT HERE!!!

Right before the ref can start to bring his arm down for a third time, the lights go out.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Shit...is it that shadows guy again?

The lights flicker back on, but are now a dim red. Then “Every Breath You Take” by Chase Holfelder begins to fill the arena.



#Every breath you take...
Every move you make…

Kasey can be seen jumping to her feet.

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

ALARA ADAMS: Oh Christ, it’s that stalker Redd.

Everyone’s attention turns towards the entrance ramp as slowly people begin to walk out from the entrance, all wearing black pants, a red hoodie, and a green purge mask.

#Every single day…
Every word you say…

KAYDEN ELLIS: This isn’t creepy or anything…

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

By this time there are at least thirty-to-forty masked individuals on the entrance ramp. Suddenly, over the crowd barrier, jumps the Legacy Champion and one-half of the Tag Team Champions, Shawn Warstein.

#Oh can’t you SEEEEEE…
You belong to meeee.

He stops dead in front of the ring, standing between the crowd of green masks and Kasey Winterborn. The masked individuals stop at the end of the ramp, just feet away from Warstein...while more still pour out of the back.

#How my poor heart aches…
With every step you take.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: COME ON YOU PIECES OF SHIT!!!

The group, now at least fifty-people strong, moves forward as Shawn Warstein runs into them, swinging and dropping masked individuals left and right.


#Every move you make…
Every vow you break…

From the crowd, three more green mask individuals hop over the divider and climb up onto each side of the ring apron and slip in behind Kasey...still staying on their respective sides. One of them sets up the chair that Kasey had brought into the ring earlier, to lay flat on the ground in the middle of the ring.

#Every smile you fake…
Every claim you stake…
I’ll be watching you…

The music crescendos and goes quiet for a moment as Shawn Warstein, still in the middle of the large group that came out onto the ramp, turns and sees what is behind Kasey.

SHAWN WARSTEIN: KASEY...BEHIND YOU!!!

Kasey turns around to see the three masked individuals. She slowly walks up to the middle one and begins to chew him out. When suddenly the one on her right’s mask flickers and turns red.

#Every breath you TAAAAAAKE…

Redd turns Kasey around in the middle of the ring, grabbing her by the top of her head…

BAM!!!

HUGE SITOUT FACEBUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR!!!

#EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE…

SHAWN WARSTEIN: KASEY!!!

Shawn begins to push his way through the remaining green mask individuals that are still standing.

#EVERY BOND YOU BREAK…
EVERY STEP YOU TAKE...
I’LL WATCHING YOU!

Redd stands to his feet and looks down at the unconscious Kasey Winterborn, who is face down on the metal chair.

#EVERY BOND YOU BREAK…

Shawn Warstein slides into the ring…

#Every step you take…

He reaches out and grabs Redd by the mask…

#...I’ll be watching you…

The lights suddenly flick back on to normal and all the mask wearing individuals are gone and Shawn Warstein is standing there with an empty red purge mask in his hands. In a fit of rage, Warstein breaks the mask over his knee and looks around at everyone who was starting to move...except for Kasey Winterborn who was laying on the chair...in a pool of her own blood. Warstein dropped to a knee and began to shake Kasey lightly, causing her to stir slightly. Around the ring, Adora, Destruction, and Burgess have all made it back to their feet and are all looking at Warstein as he stands up and looks around at them...standing watch over Kasey as she slowly brings herself up to her knees. A new, fresh gash over her right eye is still bleeding…

ALARA ADAMS: I think everyone is still taken back by that whole situation.

KAYDEN ELLIS: AND MASON OUT OF NOWHERE ROCKS LESLEY WITH A CLOTHESLINE...BOTH MEN GOING OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Warstein keeps his eyes focused on Burgess as he himself slides out of the ring...leaving Kasey to fight her own battles like he knows she can. Burgess runs up...BUT KASEY TURNS AND CATCHES HIM WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT!!! She hooks his arms...LITTLE MISS VEX INTO THE CHAIR!!! BURGESS IS NOW BUSTED OPEN ON BOTH SIDES OF HIS HEAD!!! Kasey goes for the pin...her head wobbling back and forth as she is still a little loopy…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Warstein grabs the title from Clara Olson and slides back into the ring, immediately making his way over to Kasey.

CLARA OLSON:[/color][/b] Your winner’s...Lesley Adora...AND STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION...KASEY WINTERBORRRNNN!!!!

ALARA ADAMS: I think whoever Redd is, just opened a whole new can of worms.

Warstein helps Kasey to her feet and hands her the title, raising her hand into the air as the ref watches.








The cameras open up to a somewhat chaotic scene in the backstage area, showing Kasey Winterborn storming the hallways with a furious look on her normally smiling face and a bandage on her forehead. She seems intent on finding someone in particular, as she glances from side to side as she makes her way along the hallways. She rounds a corner and nearly bowls over a poor sound technician carrying a heavy bundle of thick cables. Rather than apologize to him as she would normally do, Kasey just bluntly asks him a question.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Do you know where Christian DeMarco is?

The tech points over his shoulder to a corridor leading off the main hallway, and Kasey nods her head and steps past him. When she rounds another corner at the end of the hallway, she sees Christian standing at the end of it, talking with another member of the crew. She immediately stalks up to him, and he turns his head to greet her as the other person walks away.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well, this is a change. Normally I’m the one -

KASEY WINTERBORN: Give him to me.

Christian blinks in surprise for a moment, clearly caught off-guard by Kasey’s abrupt demeanor.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You might have to be a bit more -

KASEY WINTERBORN: You know exactly who I’m talking about. I’m done playing the little damsel in distress role. This guy wants to spout off his bullshit all over Twitter about how he’s “helped” me, and yet he won’t even confront me face to face? Make the match. I don’t care when, I don’t care what the stipulation is. Just give me that masked motherfucker in the middle of the ring.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yeah, after what just happened...I understand. Listen, I’ll try. But with us not having too much of a clue who he is or if he is even EMPLOYED by Project: Honor...it may take a little bit.

KASEY WINTERBORN: I don’t care if he even doesn’t work for this place. Hire him then, so I can beat his ass. Just get him in front of me.

Arik Holt walks onto the scene, still in his Indy Darling costume. Kasey shoots him a look.

KASEY WINTERBORN: Lot of help you were, tonight…

Kasey turns and walks off as Arik looks to DeMarco, before shoving his hands in his jean pockets and slowly walking off in the opposite direction.




The fans all sit in quiet wonder as the ring now is decked out with a red carpet, podium, and a stand with a cover over it. Standing in the ring is announcer, Alara Adams. Dressed in a gorgeous blue dress, Alara flashes her smile to everyone as the murmuring begins to pass through the crowd like a wave.

ALARA ADAMS: Hello, everyone. I would like to thank you all for being here.

CROWD: FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT!

ALARA ADAMS: Two weeks ago at Disputed Territory, we finally saw someone take on Drago Santiago and snatch the Prime Championship from his grasp.

CROWD: SHE-SAID-SNATCH! SHE-SAID-SNATCH! SHE-SAID SNATCH!

Alara laughs to herself.

ALARA ADAMS: And tonight, by orders of the General Manager, we will celebrate the NEW Prime Champion...THE KING...JAAASSSOOOONNN LOOOONNNGGGG!!!

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, the OWA Spartans and Project: Honor Prime Championship that still has Drago’s name on it, resting on his shoulders. 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, the championships in his hands, 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.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Welcome to the announcer’s table, Clara.

CLARA OLSON: Oh, Alara’s chair is so comfy!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Really? Mine feels like I’m sitting on rusty barbed wire and broken table pieces half-the-time.

CLARA OLSON: It’s like I’m sitting on a cloud made of cotton candy and baby skin.

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 Alara and the whole set-up...a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring. As he stands to his feet, he walks over and places the OWA Spartan’s championship title on the podium and adjusts the Prime Championship onto his right shoulder.

ALARA ADAMS: WELCOME, Jason.

HIs music fades as he grabs the microphone off the podium with his right hand.

JASON LONG: Hello, Alara...AND HELLO BOGATA, COLUMBIA!!!

The fans pop loudly as Jason smiles at the crowd’s cheering.

ALARA ADAMS: A little less than two weeks ago, you accomplished something that no one had been able to do. Pyro, Julius Fairweather, Contessa...they all tried...and failed at pulling the Prime Championship from Drago’s cold fingers. But Drago started a war with you when he threatened to injure Savannah, that night in Tunisia.

JASON LONG: A war that he CLEARLY was not ready for.

ALARA ADAMS: And now, you stand here as thee TOP Champion of Fallout. Not Ascension...not Noble...but you are the PRIME example of what it means Champion on this brand. So tonight, I have been given the honor…

Alara walks over to the sheet covering the stand.

ALARA ADAMS: ...to present you, with THIS!

She removes the sheet to reveal the new Prime Championship, with Jason Long’s name on it. She takes it off the stand, walks over to Jason, and hands it to him. Jason takes it and looks at it with a smile. He grabs the Drago Prime Championship with his left hand and tosses it to the ground and in one fluid motion, tosses HIS Championship over his shoulder.

JASON LONG: I worked hard for this, Alara. And after coming so close to winning the Noble Championship, I’m sure Drago Santiago thought he was going to have it easy. But at Disputed Territory...I showed that I am Championship material. I showed that I am THE KING...AND I WILL NOT...BE...DENIED!!!

Suddenly the opening chords of ‘Anxiety’ by Black Eyed Peas begins to pump out through the arena and everyone turns towards the entrance to see Fallout General Manager Christian DeMarco walk out of the back with a microphone in his hand. He stops at the top of the ramp, clapping his hands as his music dies down.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Let be one of the first to tell you, Jason, congratulations on that BEAUTIFUL piece of Championship gold you now get to hold around your waist. Rock Johnson may not be a generally good judge on things sometimes...but he sure knows how to make a title.

CROWD: FUCK-ROCK-JOHN-SON!

Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap!

CROWD: FUCK-ROCK-JOHN-SON!

Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap!

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And while I wanted to honor you tonight, I wanted to remind you of something...Jason.

From the ring, Jason Long shoots out a confused look.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: When this whole Savannah thing went down...I was a little miffed. I wanted to right the wrongs done to you and the Candyland Queen. I wanted to give you a chance to get payback on Drago, for what he had done. So, I set up the Prime Championship match at Disputed Territory. I lined everything up, placing you and Drago in the Main Event spot over Elena DeDraca and Shawn Warstein...against the wishes of the Project: Honor board...against the wishes of the trustees...the stockholders...hell, even some of the fans. I wanted the Fallout pay-per-view Main Event to be ALL about Fallout. I wanted it to be about revenge...retribution. I gave you the fans to protect anyone from trying to get their burnt little fingerprints all over this match.

A deep breath from DeMarco...a pause to reflect…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And what did you give me in return? You questioned my actions. You questioned my motivations. You and Julius openly put it out into the Project-Honor-world...how you didn’t think you knew what I was doing. You made me feel like I didn’t know what I was doing. You made it known that your thoughts about me and the way I run things...weren’t ideal.

Jason brings the microphone to his lips, but Christian holds his hand up for him to wait.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You bit the hand that fed you, Jason. I bent over backwards to give you a chance to make everything all rainbows and sunshine once again, in the land of Jason and Savannah. And now...I come out here tonight, to not only give you the congratulations that you deserve...but to also announce to you...the opponent that you deserve…

A look of anger overcomes Jason Long’s face as he brings the microphone up to his lips.

JASON LONG: You can’t even give me a moment to breathe? You can’t fucking give me a moment to bask in my Prime Championship?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: This is Fallout. There is no moment to breathe. There is no moment to bask. There is only chaos.

CRACK!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY SHIT!!! SOMEONE IN A BLACK HOODIE JUST SLID INTO THE RING, PICKED UP DRAGO’S PRIME CHAMPIONSHIP...AND CRACKED JASON LONG IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL WITH IT!!!

Jason crumples to the ground, dropping his microphone and his Prime Championship. The attacker begins to lay boots into Jason Long’s ribs, Long jerking with every stomp.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: SO JASON...FROM NOW UNTIL GUTS, GOLD, AND GLORY ON JULY EIGHTEENTH...I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER EVERY TIME YOU PUT ME DOWN! EVERY TIME YOU QUESTIONED MY AUTHORITY...when all I was doing was trying to help you. And when your opponent stands above you, looking down at your broken...bleeding body...remember that you did this to yourself. I GIVE YOU YOUR FIRST TITLE DEFENSE OPPONENT…

The figure stops kicking, takes a step back and throws back the hood to reveal her face as a collective gasp echoes through the Movistar Arena Bogata.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...KAYLA RICHARDS!!!

The fans pop, throwing down a mixture of boos and cheers as the camera zooms in on the wicked smile of Kayla Richards, the new number one contender for the Prime Championship. We focus on the destruction in her eyes for a moment, before fading to the Project: Honor logo.