6/17/2021 - FALLOUT VIII: THROW OUT THE TRASH

Pandalike vs El Puma
Pandalike started off strong, making El Puma look out of shape and way over his head. After a few minutes of toying with his prey, Pandalike hit the Pawtastic and hooked Puma for the three count.
WINNER: Pandalike via pinfall (3:42)

Curtis & Bam Miller vs Serrano Poblano & Rapture
The team of Curtis and Bam, showed they could be a team on the move as they made easy work of Serrano and even EASIER work of Rapture. While the chef was trying to flirt with Alara Adams as she got ready for the show at ringside, Curtis and Bam double teamed Rapture, before Miller popped him with Miller Time for the victory.
WINNER: Curtis & Bam Miller via pinfall (5:12)

Shiori Shuko vs Guy
Guy looked a little hesitant on stepping into the ring with Shiori, to which she proved him right. Barely into the match, she cracked him with a couple chair shots and hooked him into the Abstract Dream Navigator. He quickly tapped out.
WINNER: Shiori Shuko via submission (1:03)

Syndicate vs Terry Savage
As if Terry Savage wasn’t ever really here, Syndicate showed he was the more worthy opponent. A few right hooks here, a couple suplexes there and Syndicate had Terry lined up for the win. With a No Signal, Syndicate buried Savage’s shoulders into the mat and earned himself a victory.
WINNER: Syndicate via pinfall (1:28)




ALYSSA NGUYEN V/O: Last time, on Fallout Seven: Undisputed…

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BACK HALLS…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ...Arik mentioned he might have found a lead, so I was going to meet...up...with…

Christian DeMarco starts to trail off as the camera pans around to see Arik Holt standing behind there. 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.

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BACK HALLS…

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.

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HAVOC vs HEATHEN JONES

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!!!

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BACK HALLS…

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!

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SIX-PERSON TRIOS TAG MATCH
PYRO, KAYLA RICHARDS, & VALKYRIE vs JULIUS FAIRWEATHER, PIXIE SLOANE, & SAVANNAH SUNSHINE

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!!!

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BACK HALLS…

??: 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…

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ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP TAG MATCH
(C)/ADORA vs DESTRUCTION/BURGESS

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.

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ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP TAG MATCH
(C)/ADORA vs DESTRUCTION/BURGESS

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.

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ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP TAG MATCH
(C)/ADORA vs DESTRUCTION/BURGESS

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 the Champ...still staying on their respective sides. One of them sets up the chair 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.

The Champ 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 her 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…
EVERY BOND YOU BREAK…
EVERY STEP YOU TAKE...
I’LL WATCHING YOU!

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

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JASON LONG CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION

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.

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JASON LONG CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION

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.

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JASON LONG CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION

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 hang on her face for a moment before cutting away.




The scene opens up and we find ourselves in a pitch black room.

REDD: It’s amazing to watch as people spit in the face of those who have helped them.

Redd’s red purge mask suddenly lights up and illuminates his red hoodie and partially shines what looks to be the Ascension Championship Title that is in front of him.

REDD: They use others to climb further and further up the ladder...then when those others just want a simple ‘hello’ or ‘thank you’...the person looks down from their ivory tower and scoffs.

He lefts the title up and looks at it, his mask reflecting off the belt’s surface.

REDD: And then when you decide to retaliate for their inconsiderateness and their selfishness...you get looked at like you are the scum of the earth.

There is a visible nameplate at the bottom of the title, but the name looks to have been scratched out forcefully.

REDD: All I wanted to do was help. All I wanted to do was lift the spirits of the woman who I thought could be the Kween of the Ascension Division...the Kween of Fallout...the Kween of Project: Honor.

A hard sigh can be heard from beneath the mask.

REDD: But instead, I was attacked. I was ridiculed. I was treated like I was nothing more than some creep...when all I wanted to do was bring out the confidence in her abilities, that she could not see herself. But this opened my eyes. I saw that this Kween...was nothing more than a Koward. She was a fake who trotted around like she owed no one for the help she got. Yeah, she earned everything on her own. But there was someone behind the scenes...pulling strings...pressing buttons...whispering into ears. I may not have done the HARD work...but I did the grunt work.

Redd tosses the Ascension Championship onto the floor, his mask lights still slightly reflecting off of it.

REDD: But in the end...things were corrected. The Koward is gone. Taking time off to heal herself physically...and mentally. I seem to have left a little bit of a mark when I fixed the situation...didn’t I? So now, the Ascension Championship will be passed on to a TRUE Champion. Someone who will appreciate what it stands for.

Suddenly, Redd reaches behind himself and in one fluid movement...brings a sledgehammer over his head and crashes down onto the Ascension Championship Title. Without another word, he does it two more times before the face of the title is bent and cracked.

REDD: And while the rest of the Ascension Division battles over who gets to be the REAL Champion...I have found someone more deserving of my time, my skills, my connections. I have found someone who has OODLES of talent...but doesn’t quite see the potential she has. And I intend to use everything I have to help her rise up through the rankings...rise up through the fog...to not only become our next Noble Champion...but one day the Prime Champion...and then the Legacy Champion.

Redd looks up at the camera, through his mask. Behind him, the wall lights up, showing a picture of Savannah Sunshine.

REDD: All...Hail...The Queen!

The camera hangs on Redd standing in front of a large picture of Savannah, before fading out to black.




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

“THE ASCENSION DIVISION HAS ASCENDED”
“SNATCH!!! SNATCH!!! SNATCH!!!”
“THIS DANIEL BURGER IS YUMMY”
“ALL HAIL THE QUEEN”
“Kayla Richards - Next Prime Champion”

‘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, shining brightly in a large locked glass case.

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!

Above the Prime Championship Title, is a picture of Jason Long with a smaller picture of Kayla Richards beside it.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Above the Noble Championship Title, is a picture of Pixie Sloane with a smaller picture of Savannah Sunshine beside it.

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

Above the Ascension Championship Title, is an empty picture frame, with a smaller picture of Mason Destruction beside it.

But for now I stand alone

Cut to an image of Lesley Adora, Daniel Horror, Mason Destruction, and Rey de las Sombras.

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

Cut to an image of Pyro & Havoc standing across from Julius Fairweather.

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 to an image of Jason Long, Savannah Sunshine, and Kayla Richards.

Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

The Main Event image fades out to the words ‘EPISODE VIII: THROW OUT THE TRASH’

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

The music stops dead as the Fallout logo replaces the words.






We find ourselves in the office of Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco. Sitting across the desk from him, is backstage reporter Alyssa Nguyen.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yeah, so I don’t have much in interviews for this show. But be on the watch for those crazy little red-masked motherfucker. He may have his eyes set on Savannah, but you never know with-

Before Christian could finish his thought, the door to his office opens and in walks the owner of Project: Honor, Rock Johnson. Christian shoots him a dirty look.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: The fuck you want?

Christian stands up as Rock stops at the desk and grabs a souvenir snowglobe from Project: Honor’s stop in St. Elmo, Colorado. He shakes it and chuckle slightly at the ‘snow’ following around the St. Elmo’s General Store.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Are you fucking deaf? I asked you what you wanted.

Christian snatches the snowglobe out of Rock Johnson’s hands and puts it back on his desk. The owner looks up at Christian, an angry look on his face.

ROCK JOHNSON: Let me explain something to you...Caliban...Christian...whatever the fuck your name is. If it were up to me, I would have fired your ass a long time ago. You are unpredictable, you are outlandish, you are a goddamn whack job, and you are a danger to your own roster. But your only redeeming quality, is you bring in a LOT of money. Despite this little po-dunk piece of horse shit brand, you have shaped your monsters into money-makers. You have taken the red of their blood and made it green in my pocket book. That...that is something I enjoy. That is something that makes Rock Johnson happy. THAT is something I can take and ignore many, MANY things with.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Good, then get the fuck out of my office...out of this building...and let me do my job.

ROCK JOHNSON: One thing I CAN’T ignore though...is when you have current roster members, former roster members, and some cry-babies in the public...calling for me to do something over something you said.

Christian shakes his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: What the hell are people crying about now?

ROCK JOHNSON: It seems while you were on The Edge...you went a little off the script...and said something about a former Project: Honor Warrior that was a little offensive?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Is this the bit o’ di-

Rock cuts off Christian before he could finish.

ROCK JOHNSON: NOPE! Not again. Listen...you and I don’t see eye-to-eye...and Rock Johnson understands this. But again, you fill my bank account every week and that pretty much makes me leave your creepy ass alone. But when people start threatening me and my livelihood unless I do something about your mouth...I need to take action. I need to show that I am reprimanding you for your obnoxious behavior.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So am I being cancelled? Did the little Karen’s come out and they want to cancel me? Oh no...I said something offensive...let me get on my knees and apologize.

ROCK JOHNSON: Well I don’t think that’s nec-

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FUCK THAT! You honestly think I’m going to apologize for something I said? You honestly think I’m going to grovel or try and walk back at something I meant from the bottom of my black heart?

Christian leans in towards Rock Johnson’s face.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FUCK her...FUCK them...FUCK it all. I'm tired of this PC sensitive bullshit. SHE walked out on US. SHE broke HER contract. So that gives me EVERY right to say whatever the FUCK I want about her. And if they have a problem with it...they can walk through that door like you did. And when they are done crying their tears onto my desk...they can walk the FUCK back out like you can.

Rock looks at the vein throbbing out of DeMarco’s forehead.

ROCK JOHNSON: Listen, Christian...I understand. I understand why you’re mad. I understand you want to piss on her name and set the world on fire. But...again...I have to do something. It’s a money thing, okay?

Rock Johnson turns and looks at Alyssa.

ROCK JOHNSON: Sweetheart, can you go grab me the Assistant General Manager, please?

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Yes, sir.

Alyssa gets up and leaves the room as Rock turns back to Christian.

ROCK JOHNSON: So...tonight, I just need you to take a step back. I need you to take a breather. Take a drive...take a swim, SOMETHING...I just can’t have you in the building.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Wait...what?

ROCK JOHNSON: I am suspending you for tonight’s Fallout. You can be at Hell on Earth on Sunday if you want, but I need you to take the night off.

Christian’s eyes widen as he stands up straight and takes in a deep breath.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: …words...so many FUCKING words…

Christian walks to the door as Alyssa enters with Arik Holt in tow.

ROCK JOHNSON: Oh shit, Christian...why didn’t you tell me? If I had known we had Make-A-Wish visiting the show, we could have put out some flyers or something. Something to let everyone know that these poor sick individuals were going to be here!

Christian looks at Arik, then back at Rock Johnson.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: That’s Arik Holt...the Assistant General Manager. Well, tonight he is your General Manager. Have fun.

Christian turns and walks out of the room, heading straight for the exit. Rock Johnson awkwardly looks down at Arik Holt, who just creepily waves at him.

ROCK JOHNSON: Fuck me…

The scene slowly fades out as Rock and Arik just look at each other, with Alyssa in the background.




Finding ourselves backstage to the door that leads out to the parking lot, there’s no activity other than the backstage reporter - Timothy Daniels - as he awaits for someone to walk through the doors but the first person to walk through? It's the Omega Wrestling Tomorrow star, Nathan O'Connor, and by the looks of things, he's dressed more informally than ever before. Like he's just got done beating the hell out of someone.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Uhm... who are you?

NATHAN O'CONNOR: The name's Nathan. What's up?

Nathan brings his thumb to his bottom lip, wiping off the excess blood that's on his lip which Timothy sure takes notice of.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Is that... is that blood?

Nathan wipes his hands along his denim jeans and then looks back up to Timothy Daniels.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: Blood? Nah, we're good here. Nothing to be afraid of.

That's when the parking lot door swings open, almost off it's hinges and someone falls right through, but he's followed right behind by the Project: Honor Prime Champion, Jason Long. The man that's stumbled through the door is dragged by The King as he's brought to the feet of Timothy Daniels- who, at this rate, is looking shocked by all of this.

JASON LONG: Where the fuck is he...

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Who?

Jason grabs Timothy by the collar and pulls him closer.

JASON LONG: WHERE THE FUCK IS DEMARCO?!

TIMOTHY DANIELS: AH! I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW! JUST LET GO-

NATHAN O'CONNOR: JASON! FUCKING STOP! STOP THIS!

Nathan is quick to pull the two apart and push Jason away from Timothy Daniels, who's already running away in cowardice, and the heat boiling within the Prime Champion is at an all-time high.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: He's not who we're looking for, just stop all of this. Remember who we came to find. We came to find that masked cunt and we'll get him, without a shadow of doubt, we will together.

JASON LONG: I just need to find DeMarco first-

A cough comes from behind Nathan which interrupts Jason's speech. The siblings look to see it being the Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco, who already looks pissed, standing over the body that Jason brought in from the parking lot.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: I'm right here, Jason, in the flesh before my suspended ass has to leave. Now, what have you brought to my door step?

Jason brings his arm over Nathan and pushes him back behind him.

JASON LONG: One of Redd's goons. A whole fuckin' crowd of them were awaiting our arrival.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: ...and where is Savannah?

JASON LONG: I don't know. She wasn't with me that's for sure but after tonight, she will be.

DeMarco chuckles to himself.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Putting yourself over the safety of others. I should have expected this to happen, then again, I'm sure Redd is too when you think about it-

Jason goes to take a step forward but with Nathan behind him, he holds him back before even thinking of doing anything stupid.

JASON LONG: Don't fucking start, you cunt. I still remember what happened two weeks ago.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: As you should, Jason. As you fuckin' should. Though, it seemed as if what I said two weeks ago didn't make you forget who is in charge of this place, did it? I keep hearing your words, how you belittle me like I'm a nobody. Shameful, that my own champion does this, but all is well because revenge is on the horizon.

JASON LONG: I don't give a shit what you think, what you do, or how you do it.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Remember what I said, Jason. You bit at the hand that fed you and now it's all coming back to haunt you-

Jason brings his hand out to stop DeMarco from speaking.

JASON LONG: Let me make this crystal fuckin' clear for you, mate. I didn't bite at any hand that feeds me because you, for sure, do not feed me anything. You do not have control over me. You do not force me to do things. I do what I want and when I want it. All you do is put a name in front of mine and a match is set. You do not feed me, I feed you with what you desire. I feed you with the violence you seek. I give you everything for nothing in return.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: I gave you the Project: Honor Prime Championship.

JASON LONG: After time after time again where Drago thought he could control me and Savannah, and you gave it to me because you had nobody else who could tackle him like I did, am I right?

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Possibly.

Nathan taps Jason on the shoulder, who glances back at him to see what he wants.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: We got to get going if Savannah's here, make sure Redd hasn't caught up to her yet.

Jason nods his head and then looks back to Christian.

JASON LONG: You heard him. We're currently busy right now but I'm sure to keep note of the things you say whilst I'm gone.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Looking for Redd?

JASON LONG: Considering all of you have a shit load of workers who can't do it right, we're taking things under our control, now get the fuck out of my face before I drop you like him.

Jason casually points down to the man at the feet of Christian DeMarco. Christian, however, steps to the side and allows Jason and Nathan to pass through.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: It’s all good. Rock told me to get off the property anyway. Oh...and one last thing, Jason. If you're going to go hunting a man, I want to make sure that you don't do anything ridiculous before so. Arik is the acting General Manager tonight, so he can accompany you if we find him. You'll know it's him when you see him. Though don't expect to be able to hear him.

Jason looks back at Christian and huffs before heading into the arena and allowing DeMarco to look down at the man at his feet, kicking him away before walking off from the camera shot. Though, that's not the last thing we see as the parking lot door slowly opens up and walking right into the building was someone wearing the same red purge mask as Redd would usually wear. Redd looks down at the man laying on the floor and shakes his head from side to side before walking off from the shot.




Out of the blue, the broadcast finds itself in the darkness of the night. The moon daintily shines off a placid lake. We hear crows flying up above, as fog dances eerily above the lake's weak waves. A high-pitched spunky giggle lightens the mood momentarily.

MANIA: Legend has it that -- even the evilest of the entities inhabiting the universe need companionship. Some say, in fact, that Lucifer himself turned into a bit of a lonely cat-lady -- oh... Don't tell him I said that; and -- mmm, maybe cat isn't exactly the right word to use...

She walks along the shore, seemingly searching for something on the rural landscape adjacent to the lake. Her heels repeatedly sank into the swampy, muddy grass like quicksand; but, her smile kept the spirits of the audience up despite all else.

MANIA: -- 'Cause reports from the 1800s claim that "The Devil's Pet" had -- get this: the neck of a giraffe, the face of a bulldog, six legs, and huuuuge 50-foot BAT wings! Hahaha, yeah, and I'm not surprised they said that the thing smelled like death. This lake -- where they claim the monster lays its head -- isn't exactly the coziest --

She giggles again, making sure to only take shallow breaths, and only through her mouth. She scurries a bit away from the lake, taking sight of an old ranch. We can tell she's looking for something...

MANIA: A close friend of mine is just like those wacky weirdos back in the old days: he actually believes this silly crap! I mean, for the love of God, he stays up aaalll night just trying to catch a glimpse of the mythical creature. He doesn't even bring a camera... He's not even trying to kill it... He just -- I don't know -- wants to befriend it or somethin'. But, take it from me, guys: this is 'normal' for him. He's always wanted a chance -- even when I met him in high school -- to, well, dance with the devil...

She chuckles once more, until her eyes take sight of fresh graffiti dripping off of the sides of the building. It looked as if the monster was killed, maimed, and its blood used to scratch the words 'BEZERK' across the rough, dirty ranch walls. She looked concerned. Clearly, her friend was here (just as she thought). Before she could regain her composure, though, to see if he was around --

BEZERK: BOO!

A maniacal laugh could be heard as she cowered, completely flabbergasted by this childish prank. A tall, ominous figure gently tackled her, playfully pushing her into the bloody paint. They both shared a dark giggle, spinning about and making a mess of his gnarly portrait. The smears they left didn't quite remove the legibility of the name 'BEZERK,' though, which was the last image shown before the broadcast awkwardly returned to the arena... No one quite sure what to make of what they'd seen. But, everyone was pretty sure that it wasn't exactly, well, normal.







CLARA OLSON: The following match in honor of GLOBAL GARBAGE MAN DAY...is the ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP DUMPSTER FIRE MATCH!!! The winner is the final one standing after all others have been thrown into a burning dumpster! That person will be the NEW Ascension Champion!!!

Fans pop.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-eight pounds...from The Garden of Purity...HE IS THE WHITE ROSE OF WRESTLING...LESLEY AAAADDOOORRAAAA!!!

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 between the dumpsters surrounding the ring and opens 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: And his first opponent...weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds...from Chicago, Illinois...THE DAREDEVIL….DANIEL...HOOOOORRRROOORRR!!!

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 has filled the floor

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

The lights turn 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 past the dumpsters with a smile on his face, into the ring and waits for his next opponent.

CLARA OLSON: Next up...weighing in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds...from Indiana Beach, Indiana...The Indiana Beach Bad Boy...DEATHMATCH BACKYARDIGAN...MASON...DeeeeeSSTRUUUUUCTTIOOOOONNNN!!!

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. At the bottom of the entrance ramp he approaches one of the dumpsters and gives a few hard slaps, causing the metal pinging to echo through the arena. He reaches the ring and 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: And finally...weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds...from BEYOND THE SHADOWS...REY! de! las! SOOOOOMMMMBRRAAAASSSS!!!

Every single light goes out in the arena. The opening guitar riff of “Poisonous Shadows” by Megadeth starts to play. Nothing can be seen except the thousands of phone screens lifted into the air. Twenty-five seconds of the guitar riff plays until the very next second when a heavy guitar strums. That very second the lights flicker on and then back off again. You catch a brief glimpse of a figure on the stage.

At the forty second mark, the heavy guitar strums again. The lights flicker another time to show the figure halfway down the ramp. The music continues and about ten seconds later, the drums kick in with the heavy guitar. At the fifty-four second mark, the lights finally come on to show Rey de las Sombras standing in the ring with his head facing down. He lifts his head and looks at all his opponents, when suddenly the two dumpsters on each side of the ring EXPLODE with flames shooting out from each of them. Rey’s music ends and the three other individuals look ready to go.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy fuck, I was not ready for that.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: WELL GET READY FOR THIS…

Rey charges Daniel Horror, but whiffs on a forearm shot as Daniel Horror ducks underneath it. Adora charges over and catches Rey off guard with a knee to the gut, doubling over the Shadow before coming down with an elbow to the back of the head...dropping Rey onto all fours. As Adora backs up, he stumbles into Daniel Horror, inadvertently knocking him through the middle rope to the outside mat.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Luckily the dumpster’s aren’t floor level and Daniel would have to be chucked over the ropes into them.

Adora turns and looks at Daniel, only for Mason Destruction to run up behind Adora...spin him around and ROCK him with a stiff left hook to the jaw. The White Rose bends back over the ropes, but doesn’t quite go over. He grabs Adora and whips him into the ropes...BUT DANIEL HORROR IS BACK IN THE RING AND DROPS MASON TO THE GROUND WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF HIS KNEES!!! Adora comes flying back...hops over Mason...AND DANIEL HORROR LEVELS HIM WITH A FLYING LARIAT!!! Horror quickly back up to his feet...he turns around, looking at Mason and Lesley on the ground...SHATTERED DREAMS!!! SHATTERED DREAMS OUT OF NOWHERE BY REY DE LAS SOMBRAS AND DANIEL HORROR IS OUT COLD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Goddamn that was a vicious running bicycle knee strike!

Rey de las Sombras grabs the limp Daniel Horror and scoops him up...eyeing one of the dumpsters. But he drops him and ducks, avoiding a clothesline attempt by Destruction. He hooks up under him though...CRADLE SUPLEX!!!

ALARA ADAMS: This guy is tearing shit apart.

Rey flips back up onto his feet…INTO THE LIGHT BY LESLEY ADORA AND SOMBRAS CRUMBLES BACK TO THE MAT!!!

Adora takes the moment of being the only one standing...to blow kisses out to the crowd.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Cocky son of a bitch.

ALARA ADAMS: SEXY son of a bitch.

Adora grabs Daniel Horror, who is beginning to stir, and lifts him up onto his shoulder. He carries him over to the ropes and attempts to throw him over...but Daniel wiggles free and instead lands on top of a turnbuckle. He kicks out at Adora, but Adora steps back...INTO A DESTRUCTO KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM MASON DESTRUCTION!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: FUCK!!! IS HE DEAD?

Daniel Horror stands up on the turnbuckle, balancing himself on the top rope...looking down at Mason Destruction. The Ascension Championship can almost be seen in Horror’s eyes…

BOOM!!!

AND REY DE LAS SOMBRAS OUT OF NOWHERE...JUST RAN ALONG THE ROPES AND CAUGHT DANIEL HORROR OFF GUARD WITH A SPEAR...SENDING BOTH MEN FLYING INTO A DUMPSTER!!!

KA-BOOM!!!

The dumpster explodes with fire even higher than before as a couple refs run over and begin to spray the inside of the dumpster with fire extinguishers.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, Daniel Horror and Rey de las Sombras have BOTH BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Mason just stands there and blinks, caught off guard by what just happened. After a few seconds go by, he just shakes his head and mouths ‘all right then’. Destruction turns around and sees Adora starting to stir. He grabs Lesley and pulls him to his feet. Mason whips Adora, but holds onto his arm...RIPCORT FOREARM AND LESLEY DROPS TO THE GROUND AGAIN!!! Mason, wanting to continue the punishment...pulls Lesley up to his feet….THE KISS ONTO MASON DESTRUCTION. THE DISCUSS ELBOW CAUSES BLOOD TO BEGIN TO TRICKLE FROM MASON’S BUSTED LIP! Lesley runs to the opposite end of the ring, bounces off the ropes and comes flying back WITH A BIG BOOT…

ALARA ADAMS: NOOOO!!!

MASON DESTRUCTION DUCKS UNDER THE BOOT AND USES LESLEY’S MOMENTUM FOR A BACK BODY DROP…

OVER THE ROPES…

AND INTO THE FLAMING DUMPSTER!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The refs run over and start to spray their extinguishers into the dumpster.

Mason looks around...still not sure what just happened.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman...your winner...AND NEW ASCENSION CHAMPION...MASON...DEEEESTRUCTION!!!

A ref slides into the ring with a new nameless Ascension Championship and hands it to Mason as he raises his arm into the air.

KAYDEN ELLIS: A quick one...but interesting one. I think this is going to be an interesting ride for Mason.





Our scene opens at ground level. In front of us we can see a dirt road and the very bottom of a few buildings.

After a few seconds, we see a pair of bare feet walk past the camera...followed by a blood covered axe that is dragging on the ground...leaving behind a blood trail of its own.

VOICE OVER: To cleanse the mind of hatred’s raging pain, embedded like a common tick.

The camera slowly begins to pan up as the man has a noticeable limp, favoring his right leg.

VOICE OVER: Blood-letting out the bad so good remains, a crusted sav swelled up too quick.

As the camera finally gets to the man’s head, we see his head is covered in blood-soaking dreads.

VOICE OVER: Not everyone is geared to be a saint, Lord knows my faults confirm the worst.

The camera begins to circle the limping man, until we get to see him from the front. It is Pyro, Fallout superstar. His face is cut up and covered in more than just his blood.

VOICE OVER: My nature wouldn’t let Lazarus faint, I built a well for those who thirst.

We can slightly see the trail of blood he has left, until we can see what looks like lifeless bodies off in the distance.

VOICE OVER: The good...the bad...inside me rages on, As Satan grins beyond the smoke.

Pyro suddenly stops dead and a wicked smile crosses his face. The camera begins to zoom in on his eyes.

VOICE OVER: Yet there’s an angel in me I can’t con, life’s comedy without a joke.

Suddenly the reflection in his eye lights up green as we can see that he is looking at a large group of green purge-mask wearing individuals. After a couple seconds of hanging there, the scene goes black. A purge horn breaks the silence as an image appears on the screen.





Catering.

Fluorescent lights buzz overhead as enhancement talent, as well as men and women who make up the Fallout production team, line up, fill their plates, and have a seat. They keep tabs on the ongoing event via a handful of color monitors as they stuff their faces. They murmur about, mostly about the dumpster fire of a match which just occurred... when suddenly the air is drawn out of the room. Saint Uhaa stands in the doorway, surveying his surroundings in his full ceremonial attire. Tilting his head back, he inhales deeply and nods with approval.

SAINT UHAA: h'What a bountiful feast, dis is.

He steps into the room, eyeing the spread hungrily. Shiori Shuko follows him in silently, her mask hides her look of disdain. She scans the room with an accusatory look. Uhaa approaches a member of the ring crew and stares at the side of his head until he becomes visibly uncomfortable.

SAINT UHAA: My man, you 'ave somet'ing I want.

The man turns and looks at Uhaa, sweat forming on his brow.

SAINT UHAA: Somet'ing I want, indeed, AH!?

Uhaa looks down at the spread and then back up at the man. The corner of Uhaa's mouth twitches and forms a smirk.

SAINT UHAA: You are blocking de' sirloin, mine frien'.

Shuko shakes her head in disgust as the man sets his plate down and exits the room, clearly unnerved by the exchange. Uhaa picks up the discarded plate and uses tongs to seize the most desirable sirloin available... and then he sneers.

SAINT UHAA: h'What is 'dis, ah!?

He gestures toward the metal serving bowl of mashed potatoes.

SAINT UHAA: De' food of poor people. I have lost my appetite, Shiori Shuko. God does not smile upon dese people. If dis be deir idea of fine dining, it shall be de dolla' menu for all time for de like o' dem.

Uhaa dips three fingers into the mashed potatoes and stares down at them in utter disappointment before flicking his wrist and allowing them to plop on the table in front of him.

SAINT UHAA: Why is it 'dat Uhaa have been chosen for de' greatest punishment known to man, ah?!

Shuko looks down at a man seated near her and narrows her eyes as he takes a drink from a can of beer.

SHIORI SHUKO: < Do not fill your belly with alcohol. It gives way to debauchery. Fill it with God's love instead. >

PRODUCTION GUY: I... uh... don't speak Japanese.

Shuko curls her upper lip and draws back her hand to strike him. He winces and braces for impact but a woman's shriek cuts through the room like a hot knife. Everyone turns just in time to see one of the many tables flip over as Emiko Wormwood emerges from underneath and tackles the woman down, dragging her down by her ankles. Emiko mounts her and prepares to feast as the room clears out, leaving only the Celestial Envoy... until the camera pans over to reveal a single figure sitting on top of a large wooden crate. Clad in a leather jacket and familiar luchador mask, the man known the world over as Pandalike sets a plate with a prominent scoop of mashed potatoes down next to him. He hops down, eyes focused on Emiko.

PANDALIKE: Okay, okay, break it off.

He clears the distance between him and Emiko within seconds and grabs her by the shirt, throwing her backward and away from the innocent member of Fallout staff. Emiko staggers through a row of chairs and falls on her ass. He helps the woman up and looks her over.

PANDALIKE: Leave now before it gets ugly.

There's applause from the other side of the room. Slow, pandering applause. Pandalike looks over, doing his best not to take his eyes off of Emiko. Uhaa approaches, drawing closer but not too close... smiling, beaming with pride.

SAINT UHAA: Very impressive, masked man o' mystery.

SHIORI SHUKO: < I will smite him for putting his hands on one of ours, even if she is an abomination. >

SAINT UHAA: You will do no such t'ing, Shiori Shuko. I am sure dis man did no' expect to make his debut dis evening, faced wit' de' powa' o' de' Celestial Envoy. From de' look of his colorful mask, I would say he would ratha' be doing some manna' o' flips for our enta'tainment, ah? Ha ha.

Pandalike shakes his head, annoyed by the assumption.

PANDALIKE: First of all, they're not flips. They're planchas. And second, I am not a clown for your entertainment, I am Pandalike and you should be careful how you address me.

Uhaa huffs.

SAINT UHAA: And h'what make you t'ink we do as you wish, ah?

PANDALIKE: Seriously? First day here and already picking fights?

Uhaa smiles and bows his head.

SAINT UHAA: Emiko... TO ME!

Emiko grunts and crawls on all fours to Uhaa before allowing him to help her to her feet. Uhaa looks at her and dusts her off. He looks at Pandalike, though he speaks to her.

SAINT UHAA: Emiko, forgive dis man his transgression... he know not what he do.

Pandalike wrings his hands together, ready for a challenge, clearly not intimidated by the trio in front of him.

SAINT UHAA: Rememba', masked man o' mystery... pride always come before fall, ah? Perhaps, we will see you around. Perhaps we will see you... soon. Come, children.

Without another word, Uhaa exits the room with Shuko and Emiko trailing behind him. Pandalike watches them leave and shakes his head, trembling with brooding intensity.

PANDALIKE: And I thought I was the weird one here.

Fade.





Pyro is sitting backstage, on a box in the dark, waiting for his match to start as he notices Arik Holt. A smirk appears upon Pyro’s face as he remembers back to what Drago and he did to Arik Holt. Jumping off the box, obviously Arik hasn’t heard him or saw him as Pyro’s hand reaches out from nowhere to grab hold of Arik’s arm as he just freezes in fear. Pyro flicks the lighter he has in hand that now just shows his face as Arik just shakes his head side to side.

PYRO: Don’t worry Arik, I’m not going to hurt you or set you on fire. Well not unless you try to run away from me, that’d be a different matter then.

As Pyro closes the lighter he steps out from the darkness and into the light for Arik Holt to see that Pyro was ready for his match as Pyro laughed.

PYRO: You see Arik, I have a poem I want to share and who better to share it with than my bestest friend Arik, right?

Arik forces out a fake smile to hide the fear that he was experiencing right now.

PYRO: Mary had a little lamb, It’s fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.

It’s only then that Pyro lets go of Arik’s arm who doesn’t dare to run after what Pyro said.

PYRO: She brought her lamb to school one day; The kids let out loud jeers. The children took her lamb away, And Mary choked on her tears.

Pyro pauses before continuing.

PYRO: Mary had a little lamb, It’s fleece was red with blood. She took its little body home, And swore she’d hurt them good.

Arik takes a big gulp as a sadistic smirk appears on Pyro’s face as he leaned in closer to Arik.

PYRO: Mary knew the lamb's blood called, Things Ancient, hidden, and deep. As Mary painted signs of old, Never did she weep.

Pyro was inches away from Arik’s face now as Arik could see the evil within Pyro’s eyes as he continued to recite the poem for Arik.

PYRO: Mary had a little lamb, It made her something scary. Now I dare you, look in a mirror, And whisper “Bloody Mary.”

Once Pyro was done talking he steps back before spitting what looked like blood in the face of Arik Holt before walking off laughing, the laugh so spine chilling too.







The camera focuses on a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair standing in the center of the ring. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and is holding a single index card in his left hand. We then see a microphone lowered from the ceiling into the man’s waiting grasp. He takes the microphone in his right hand and raises it as he begins to read from his card.

WINSTON WINFIELD: Ladies and gentlemen, Project: Honor is proud to present this next contest, featuring a man who truly needs no introduction. Nevertheless, I shall do my best to do this legendary figure justice. He is an athlete that has crossed through the ranks of amateur wrestling, professional boxing, and mixed martial arts, winning championships and accolades in all of those arenas. Hailing from Detroit, Michigan and currently residing on the open road, he stands at six foot three inches, with an additional two inches upon counting the curls of his hair. He fills that impressive frame with a lean yet chiseled two hundred and forty-five pounds of grit and determination. He is a man that goes by many names. He is The Weatherman...he is The Shepherd of Lost Souls...he is a Bad Mother Fucker...he is…”Furious”...Julius...Fairweather!!!

As his entrance music begins to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed lighting to rest upon the entrance, where Julius Fairweather stands with both arms raised over his head, a look of total determination on his face. Wearing a black boxer’s robe with golden trim, hood down and the front untied, he begins to bounce back and forth on his feet, shadow boxing as the instrumental beat of Dick Dale’s Misirlou perfectly accompanies his movements. As the song shifts in tone, Julius begins to advance toward the ring, occasionally stopping to give a fan a cold stare when they manage to grab his attention. It is a bug-eyed look from a man that simply does not give a fuck, and fearing the possibility of being knocked out, the fan always backs down.

After stepping between the ropes, Julius gives his personal ring announcer a fist bump before continuing to bounce from left to right, jabbing and striking with a flurry of warm-up punches. He ends his routine with an impressive leaping roundhouse kick before stepping to the ropes to give that cold-hearted stare to both his fans and detractors. While some eat it up and others cautiously boo, Julius removes his ring robe and drops it over the top rope to his ring announcer and personal attendant. He then moves to his corner and continues to stay loose with a few wind up punches and knee lifts.

The 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.

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

Just as the bell is sounding, Julius reaches into his pockets and pulls out his two pairs of brass-knuckles; he taps them together a few times and shouts, “Come on, motherfuckers!” at Pyro and Havoc who are already charging at him before the bell can sound! Julius is swinging lefts and rights at both of them who respond by trying to avoid being hit by those brass knuckles and as he nears the center of the ring both of his opponents are starting to surround him. Havoc is behind him, and Pyro in front; Julius swings for Pyro and Havoc takes the opportunity to grab Julius from behind and get him into a hammerlock. Julius responds by throwing a few elbows back at him to battle him back!

ALARA ADAMS: Pyro and Havoc are trying to use the numbers game in their favor, which is really the best thing to do in this situation.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I just love that Julius Fairweather came out swinging! Before the match even started, he put his brass knuckles on, and he was ready to go.

While Julius is being held by Havoc who is eating the elbows, Pyro closes the gap again and starts to deliver some rough punches against his abdomen and then comes in with a back elbow to Julius’s jaw. Havoc begins driving in elbows and forearm strikes to Julius’s back at the same time as both of them are just trying to beat him down, and Pyro drives in with a headbutt before shoving Julius to the ground. Both men advance toward him, but Julius escapes to the outside.

ALARA ADAMS: Julius escapes to the outside. The key for him to be victorious tonight is he cannot allow two to get to him at the same time. He has to be, and no pun intended, but he has to be furious!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s going to have to make sure those weapons are being put to good use.

Julius seems a little dazed from the headbutt, but just shakes it off. Pyro is the first one out of the ring and before both of his feet touch the ground, Julius has already connected with a punch to his ribs! Havoc is just a step behind him, and he goes for an overhand punch which Julius reverses with one of his own connecting with the brass knuckles. Julius throws another punch, but Havoc catches it this time and is trying to rip the brass knuckles from his hand, and succeeds, but Julius is able to toss him shoulder-first into the ring steps. Havoc is recovering on the other end, as Pyro blindsides Julius with a double axe handle smash to his back before grabbing Julius by the head and aiming to run him into the steel post!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It really does seem like he’s just fighting on instinct out there. He’s swinging for whoever is unlucky enough to be in front of him.

ALARA ADAMS: Julius is in trouble, annnd-- NO! A counter!

Julius reverses and runs Pyro into the steel post, then turns his attention back to Havoc and almost rips him to his feet; he knees him several times in the gut before banging his head against the same steel post then sliding him back into the ring; Julius looks at Pyro and delivers a stomp to him before sliding in to Havoc - he intended to cover, but Havoc is already up before he can get in and starts stomping and kicking at him. Julius defends himself, and despite the attack, gets to his feet. Julius fires with an uppercut with the hand that still has his brass knuckles on, and connects! Julius picks Havoc up with ease and drops him with a sidewalk slam, and rolls him up into a cover.

ONE
TWO
Kickout!

ALARA ADAMS: Julius had one of his brass knuckles ripped from him earlier on, but he still is holding onto one and he’s putting it to good use. With the help of those brass knuckles, he almost brought an end to this match, and I think--

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think that for him to win, he’s going to have to go for some quick falls, and just hope the impact from his attack dazed them long enough to earn the three.

ALARA ADAMS: I was going to say that. Why would you interrupt me?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I said it better.

Julius sits up right away and just throws rights and lefts at Havoc wherever he can land them; Havoc covers his head as much as he can. Meanwhile, Pyro has gotten something from under the ring: his trademarked axe handle wrapped in barbed wire. The crowd boo him as he gets into the ring and with Julius still preoccupied with Havoc, Pyro smacks the axe handle across his back! Julius grunts, and Havoc rolls out from under him. Pyro lands a second shot to his back, and Julius now stands up arching his back as the barbed wire is digging into his skin. Pyro tosses the axe handle to the ground and calls for Havoc to join him, as they both advance and a double kick causes Julius to keel over, and they sail him over with a double suplex so he lands on the barbed wire.

ALARA ADAMS: The numbers game has finally become too much for Julius Fairweather. Pyro and Havoc are working well together, and using their weapons wisely.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Did you see the look on his face when he landed on the barbed wire? It did not look pleasant.

Pyro and Havoc both begin stomping on Julius several times before Pyro kneels down beside him and takes the barbed wire in his hands to start pushing it into Julius’s skin. Julius continues groaning with little effect in trying to defend himself. Havoc and Pyro both grab Julius and drag him to the corner into a seated position as Pyro is holding the barbed wire still against him. Havoc runs to the far ropes and comes back with a hesitation dropkick, burying his foot into the barbed wire and digging it further!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That’s a creative way to use that, and yeah, you can see that damage being done to Julius there. I wonder what else they can do with that.

ALARA ADAMS: These two are just picking him apart now. Yeah, they are getting creative, but more importantly, it’s the teamwork that is making the entire difference in this match!

Pyro now pulls Julius from the corner and back to a lying position, at the same time as Havoc climbs to the top rope. When Julius is in position, Havoc leaps off and connects with Twilight Blitz! Havoc rolls forward after the landing, and Pyro makes the cover.

ONE
TWO
Julius gets a shoulder up!

Havoc and Pyro join together again in double teaming Julius, and they drag him to his feet. Pyro tells Havoc something, and Havoc listens by holding Julius in place as Pyro rushes against the ropes: he returns and leaps up for The Exorcism!

ALARA ADAMS: This is all but over… WAIT! Julius dodged! We’re seeing some life out of Julius, and he’s not going to go down without a fight!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Fire away! Hit him with those brass knuckles!

Julius moves out of the way! Pyro connects with Havoc! Havoc goes down, and Julius is already unloading as many shots as he can against Pyro. Pyro fires with a kick to try to retain momentum, and bounces off the ropes to seemingly aim for another Exorcism, but Julius reverses by tossing Pyro up with a flapjack and aiming it so he comes down landing on top of Havoc!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He just used Pyro as a weapon against Havoc.

ALARA ADAMS: It was a terrific counter, and I think it shows that we should not be trying to count him out. Julius is fighting like an animal to survive, but survival isn’t enough for him! He wants to win!

Pyro is clutching his stomach as he stands up, and is met with a right hook from Julius with the hand still holding his brass knuckles; the hook sends Pyro over the top rope and crashing outside of the ring. Julius grabs Havoc by the hair to drag him up and completes another uppercut, before pulling Havoc into a side headlock and GREAT VENGEANCE! The crowd is going nuts for Julius. After several uppercuts, he transitions into FURIOUS ANGER!

ALARA ADAMS: Julius with an onslaught, the Great Vengeance, and the Furious Anger, and you have to imagine that with his ability in striking that could be enough to seal the deal.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And more importantly, those brass knuckles were just hitting him repeatedly!

Havoc drops down, and Julius makes the cover.

ONE
TWO
Pyro pulls Julius out of the ring!

Pyro swings for a haymaker, but Julius is quicker on the draw by driving a knee to Pyro’s midsection. Julius gets Pyro into a side headlock and AGAIN! GREAT VENGEANCE! Uppercut after uppercut after uppercut! Inside of the ring, Havoc has gotten up and notices Julius with the edge over his partner outside of the ring. Julius goes to transition for FURIOUS ANGER, but Havoc dives out between the ropes with a suicide dive that sends Julius toppling forward and onto his partner!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You have to admire his heart, still fighting and all.

ALARA ADAMS: Every time that we see this spark of life come to Julius, it is taken away because… well, plain and simple, it’s two-on-one. It’s no easy feat to last as long as he has against two capable opponents.

Havoc searches under the ring now for an item and comes out with his trademarked baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and wastes no time in swinging at Julius’s side! Havoc swings several more times as Julius raises his arms to try to protect his head. Pyro slides a few feet away from Julius so he’s out of the swing-zone, and Havoc is relentless with swing after swing. Pyro looks on for several seconds before finally going forward and shoving Havoc back a few steps, and Havoc tilts his head at Pyro in visible confusion.

HAVOC: What are you doing?

PYRO: That’s enough.

HAVOC: I’ll decide when it’s enough!

PYRO: I will BURN you alive if you don’t stop!

ALARA ADAMS: There appears to be some sort of trouble now brewing between these two allies for the evening.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What’s going on? You do not stop your partner like that! Especially when he’s creating a bloodbath!

Pyro grabs Julius by the head and drags him to his feet before walking him toward the ring; he tosses him back inside and rolls in after with Havoc right behind him still giving him a glare for stopping him from pressing his attack. Pyro covers Julius.

ONE
TWO
Kickout!

Pyro appears in shock after Julius was able to kickout, while Havoc seems more pleased as he almost shoves Pyro out of the way to now continue his attack! Havoc begins stomping a few times, and Julius is trying to block as he sits up but just as he sits up, Havoc slides behind him and puts the bat around his neck but just before he can get it locked in… Julius drives his head back connecting with a headbutt! The headbutt staggers Havoc, and Julius throws a few elbows to gain his freedom. He gets up, and Pyro has no choice but to press his own attack by charging at Julius and Julius responds by tossing Pyro clear over the top rope! Havoc is now up and THE ROYALE WITH CHEESE! Havoc goes down like a sack of potatoes, and Julius covers.

ONE
TWO
THREE!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner, by way of pinfall, FURIOUS JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!

Julius throws his arms into the air in success as Havoc just rolls out of the ring, visibly frustrated, and Pyro sitting against the barricade seems only in slight shock. He gets up and nods his head to Julius as if to tell him “good job”. Julius continues celebrating inside the ring as the scene fades to commercial.









We come back from the commercial and we see Jason Long walking through the halls, his face still looks like he is on a mission. As he can be seen opening doors and looking inside of them, before slamming them shut. He turns the corner and almost runs straight into the acting General Manager, Arik Holt.

JASON LONG: Oi, you're the dude that is in charge of looking for Redd, aren't you?

Arik, who is cleaning out his ears with a blood-spotted towel from his run in with Pyro earlier, shakes his head yes.

JASON LONG: Have you found ANYTHING?

Arik sighs, pauses for a moment, then motions his hand for ‘sort of’.

JASON LONG: Fucking useless bastard.

Jason goes to storm past Arik, but Arik places his hand on Jason’s chest. Jason stops dead and looks down at Arik’s hand...about ready to go off on the poor guy, but Arik holds his finger up to have him wait. After removing his hand, Arik reaches into the inside pocket of his sports jacket and pulls out a small envelope. He hands it to Jason, who reads the outside writing on it before even taking it.

JASON LONG: Jason Long’s Special Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal Prize.

Wondering what the hell DeMarco has in store for him, Jason grabs the envelope from Arik (who finally removed his hand) and rips the envelope open. He unfolds the paper and begins to read it out loud.

JASON LONG: Due to his victory at the Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal, Jason Long was originally going to be granted a second Prime Championship Match. But due to his victory over Drago Santiago, Mr. Long has already acquired the title. So as a secondary prize and with his upcoming Guts, Gold, and Glory match with Kayla Richards...Jason Long is being afforded the choice of what type of match they will be fighting in.

Jason looks up at Arik.

JASON LONG: So I get to choose what type of match Kayla and I will be squaring off in?

With his usual dumb smile, Arik shakes his head vigerously.

JASON LONG: I want her fuckin' head on a platter. I want her dead after the bell rings and I will make sure Project: Honor are not accountable for whatever I will do to her to make sure she takes her final fucking breath. I want her in a fucking Unsanctioned Match and I'll sign the fucking contract next show too if I have to.

A little less viger in his head shaking, Arik nods his head in approval.

JASON LONG: Good. Now move, I have your stupid fucking job to do because you CAN'T FUCKING DO IT YOURSELF!

The camera pans around to watch Jason blow past Arik as Holt turns to watch him walk away, still cleaning out his ears. As we watch Arik stick out his tongue as he shoves the towel deeper into his ear canal, we see Redd’s led mask peer out from around the corner...before slipping back off.




It’s quiet in the little corner Savannah and Kit have found themselves in. Almost too quiet, Savannah not even speaking as she begins warming up for her match that would be happening in mere minutes. It’s been a long week, admittedly, and she’s unsure how tonight’s match will go. Meanwhile, Kit’s gaze drifts around the area wearily as a frown crosses her lips. Gaze falls onto her mentor before she takes a seat in the doorway of the empty room. Door left open for various reasons.

KIT DARLING: Hey, you’re quiet again. What’s going on in there?

Kit points and motions towards Savannah’s head, shifting slightly as she sits up on her knees to lightly poke at Savannah’s temple. There’s a small smile that creeps onto Kit’s lips, though it disappears almost as quickly. Moving from her knees back onto her butt with legs crossed promptly.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I don’t know. I can’t seem to do anything right lately. I’m letting so many people down because of the choices I’ve been making. But… You don’t understand. It’s not as simple as yes and no and right and wrong. There’s this grey area where everything kind of blurs and I-

Savannah grows quiet again, a low sigh of frustration spilling from her lips. Kit looks on with a worried expression, gaze drifting around and jumping slightly at the sound of a pipe clattering to the floor. One hand presses against her chest, eyes closing briefly, before she shakes her head.

KIT DARLING: It’s a difficult thing, yeah? I understand. There are things I might not be able to help with because.. I’m just a kid. But, I can’t help you if I don’t know what the problem is. You’re strong, Savannah. You are the bravest person that I know. You’ve been through literal Hell and back and look at you now! Still standing, still living, still fighting back. Isn’t that enough?

Savannah scoffs, eyes rolling slightly as she slowly stands to her feet. She stretches out one final time, staring blankly ahead for a moment.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: It’s nice that you think so fondly of me. But, you’re not the one I’m trying to prove myself to. There’s a lot of people who don’t think I can handle challenges, that I’m just a naive little thing and- and maybe I am naive. Maybe that’s where the problem lies. But, I- I’m trying my best! Really, I am.

KIT DARLING: I know you’re trying your best, Savannah. But, don’t you see what Redd is trying to do? Don’t you see the danger that lies in all of this? I heard about the things he did to Kasey, she made some minor mistakes, and she made him rather… angry. It didn’t end very well, did it?

Savannah’s eerily silent, licking over her lips as shoulders roll slightly. She hops on the balls of her feet, shaking out every single muscle and limb one by one before clearing her throat.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: It’s fine. I know what to do from here on out. Whether people like it or not. I gotta go, Kit. Keep yourself out of trouble, okay?

Savannah shoots a glance towards Kit, ruffling blueberry colored locks, before she heads towards the ring for her match. Leaving Kit with a worried expression left on her face in the end.




The shot finds us inside of the locker rooms where the Prime Champion would usually be, but seeing as he's busy with other things, it's just Nathan standing in there and awaiting for the return of Jason or even Savannah, just hoping they'll come knocking on the door to let themselves in. Nathan continued to sit there as he began to play some music through the speakers within the room, playing "body bag" by Machine Gun Kelly and YUNGBLUD.

"Her lips are soda, and I just miss the way they taste
Like Coca-Cola, spiked with aromas
I heard a rumor that she's been dancin' in the rain
I'm gonna lose it 'cause I can't swim, but"

As the chorus begins to play, there's a knock at the door which doesn't make Nathan stop the music but he rushes to the door and open the door- but he's tackled to the floor by a masked man, dressed just like Redd, and then there's two of them before another two enter the room to begin beating down Nathan. Jason's brother begins to pull himself up, and the masked men allow this but before they could allow another hit, Nathan begins fighting back with a plethora of swinging punches.

"She's on my wish list, she knows my pressure points, it hurts
She gives me kisses, her glitter gets everywhere
I've got my issues, but I have the right to think you're wrong
You're just a witch and I tried your poison, baby, put me in a body bag"

The four masked men seemed to be troubled by Nathan's skill. The Prince begins taking all of them down, but one charges in and is then sent flying into the air with a Back Body Drop that finds himself flung over the couch and through the glass table that rested in front of the couch. Another of the masked men tries to take down Nathan from the side but is knocked right off of his feet with a massive Lariat which sends him crashing to the floor.

"I'm not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we're together, okay (oh)
I'm not mad, I just cover up my temper
You're supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag"

Nathan spots the third of the quartet trying to step up to him, but he ducks the punch and lands a nasty Right Hand Cross that brings the man to his knees, but Nathan follows up with a Knee Strike and then into a Powerbomb lift-- and sending him crashing into the television screen which shoots sparks out of it upon impact and falls down from it's hinges on the wall, landing on the masked man. Nathan, however, doesn't see the fourth man behind him as he strikes him with a ball pein hammer right into his back.

"I know that I'll dream about you always and forever
'Cause you break my heart in two
But then you piece it together, so

I'm not mad, I just want us to be better
Feels right when we're together, okay
I'm not mad, I just cover up my temper
You're supposed to love me better, baby"

The final masked man continues to swing down onto Nathan with the hammer and then throwing it to one side so he could continue the heinous beating with his own hands, but luckily for Nathan, Jason walks in and pulls the masked man off of him and just like he did to Nathan, he beats the unmerciful shit out of him.

JASON LONG: ARIK! GET ROCK JOHNSON OVER HERE NOW! HURRY!

The screaming tone seemed worrying, he's in a fit of rage as he just stomps down on the head of the man and he's not even stopping, there's blood pouring out of the mask and all we could hear as the music fades away is the crunching sound that's coming from under Jason's foot. Hearing that sound makes him stop and then look down onto the man's head - which is too graphic to describe here - before turning his attention to Nathan. Helping him up to his feet as we quickly fade away.






CLARA OLSON: Introducing first to the ring… Weighing in at One hundred and ninety-five pounds… From Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland… The King (of Project Honor/of Professional Wrestling), The Best Bout Machine, The Almighty Spartan, The Invincible… JAAAASSSSSOOOONNNN 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 Championships 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.

Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope. Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again with the championships in his hands, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down, placing the championships down onto the ropes below and slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponent and then backs himself into the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

CLARA OLSON: His first opponent...Weighing in at One hundred and twenty five pounds… From Candyland, USA… The Queen of Candyland, (The) Sweet Girl With a Sour Kick, Candyland's Greatest Export, & The Suguary Sensation… SAAAAAAAVVVVVVAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNAAAAAHHHHH SUUUUNNNNNSSSSHHHIIINNNEEEEE!!!

"Not Your Barbie Girl" by Ava Max hits as Savannah Sunshine steps out of the back. Her eyes fixated on the ring where Jason stands, for a moment, before she smiles and begins to wave to the crowd.

ALARA ADAMS: I know she has so many thoughts running through her head right now. She wants this win, but she doesn’t want to hurt Jason. Plus the entire idea that Redd is lurking somewhere in the building.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That idea alone gives me the heebie jeebies.

Savannah makes it to the ring and slides in. You can tell she wants to go over to Jason, but instead she stands away from him, continuing to look in his direction as her music fades out.

CLARA OLSON: Last but not least… Weighing in at One hundred and thirty five pounds… From Norwich, England… Dreamkiller.. KAAAAYYYYLLLLLAAAAA RIIIIICCCCHHHAAARRRRDDDDSSSS!!!

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

Blank stare
, Disrepair
, There's a big black hole

Gonna eat me up someday
, Someday fades away

Like a memory

Or a place that you'd rather be

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

DING! DING! DING!

Kayla Richards is the first to do something as she takes Savannah Sunshine down with a Lariat that nearly takes her head off. Jason Long has seen enough as he runs at Kayla who turns around to be hit with a Front Flip DDT. Jason goes over to check on Savannah who has managed to crawl over to the turnbuckle and is leaning against it as she sits there getting her bearings about her. Kayla in the meantime has managed to get back to her feet as she manages to walk over to Jason who doesn’t even have time to react as Kayla drops him with a Backstabber.

ALARA ADAMS: Clearly no love lost between Kayla and Jason.

KAYDEN ELLIS: You could say that again, actually don’t.

Kayla is met by Savannah in the centre of the ring as Kayla just stands there laughing at Savannah who has had enough and slaps Kayla around the face. The slap echoes out through the arena as Kayla turns away for a second before throwing a punch at Savannah which she ducks and ends up taking down Kayla with a Leg Sweep and following it up with a Standing Corkscrew Splash.

Once Savannah is up to her feet so is Jason as they both stand there staring each other down before Savannah goes to hit a Roundhouse Kick which Jason ducks. Jason goes for a Spinning Hook Kick but Savannah grabs his leg and hits him with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip keeping hold of the leg as she does to look in an Ankle Lock with a Grapevine around Jason’s leg. Jason is trying his hardest to wiggle out of it but it just applies more pressure onto his ankle.

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah with the submission applied to Jason.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like no escape too.

Kayla is up to her feet and angry with Savannah as she heads straight over to her and hits an Elbow right to the midsection of Savannah. This causes Savannah to break the Ankle Lock on Jason as once she has and Kayla is back on her feet she drags Savannah up to her feet by her hair only to hit her with Repeated Forearms to the back of the head sending Savannah crashing to the mat face first.

Having had time to get the feeling back in his ankle, Jason is up to his feet and runs at Kayla who ducks the Clothesline attempt from Jason who Springboards off the ropes and takes Kayla down with a well placed Knee Strike to the side of her temple. Jason once he is back to his feet looks down at Kayla and taps the side of his head with his finger signalling he was smarter than her. As Jason does go to pin Kayla though, he is unpleasantly surprised when she rolls him up into a Small Package Pin.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT BY JASON LONG!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Kayla almost caught Jason out with his pants down.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ew! I wonder if he has a square head down there too.

Savannah, Kayla and Jason are back up to their feet as Kayla looks at the both signalling for them both to come at her. Savannah and Jason shrug and do just that, Savannah goes for a Dropkick but Kayla side steps it as she ducks under the Roundhouse Kick attempt from Jason too. It’s then that Kayla with her very own Roundhouse Kick connects with the side of Jason’s head hitting him square on as she does. With Jason down now, Kayla and Savannah now that she is on her feet start to trade punches in the centre of the ring.

It’s Savannah that starts to get the upper hand as she lands two punches in a row only for Kayla to just look at Savannah and start laughing. It’s Savannah that has the last laugh though as she has spotted Jason getting to his feet who drops Kayla with a German Suplex. Savannah Sunshine watches as her boyfriend Jason Long gets to his feet and she rolls him up with a Schoolboy Pin.

ONE…
TW…
KICKOUT BY JASON LONG!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Another kickout by Jason.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He seems to enjoy being on his back.

Once Savannah is on her feet she looks down at Jason and signals to him that it was close as she winks at him as he just smiles at her. It’s Savannah who holds out her hand to help Jason to his feet. Jason takes her hand only as he is getting up he manages to grab her arm in like an Armbar hold only to turn it into a Crucifix Pin.

ONE…
TW…
KICKOUT BY SAVANNAH SUNSHINE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Finally someone other than Jason has been pinned.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well it was bound to happen at some point.

It’s Jason now who is on his feet that looks down at Savannah and signals to her that it was close who then winks at her as she is the one who now smiles. As this was happening, neither Jason or Savannah had noticed that Kayla had got to her feet and climbed up to the top turnbuckle. As they both turn around Jason notices and manages to push Savannah out of the way and ends up getting hit by a Top Rope Dreamkiller (V-Trigger) as Kayla is instantly to her feet. Savannah goes for the Jawbreaker (Spinning Heel Kick) but Kayla manages to show off her athleticism as she dodges it like she was Neo from The Matrix. Kayla is up to her feet in time to hit Savannah with an STO before she walks over to Jason Long and leans down just to slap him in the face.

Kayla isn’t done though as she locks in the Ghost Lock (Dragon Sleeper With A Body Lock) on Jason in the centre of the ring. Jason is trying his best to get out of it but to no success as Kayla applies even more pressure. Jason is still trying everything he can but once again no success in getting out of the Ghost Lock (Dragon Sleeper With A Body Lock) as Savannah notices this once back to her feet. Savannah just runs at them on the floor and hits a Running Shooting Star Splash onto Jason squashing Kayla underneath him too as she does. It’s then that Savannah gets on top of Kayla in a mounted position and starts thundering down with left and right punches.

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah trying to do damage as she thunders down with punches.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think I’d rather be in an elevator with someone with thundering farts.

Jason with the help of the ropes is back up to his feet. Savannah is too focused on raining punches down on Kayla who is trying her best to block them as much as she can. Jason stands there for a moment contemplating on whether to take his girlfriend's head off or not. Jason sighs before running at Savannah and going for the Vanity Killer (Punt Kick) only for Kayla to manage to push Savannah up enough that the Vanity Killer (Punt Kick) connects with the midsection of Savannah instead of taking her head clean off. There was no way that Kayla could see what Jason was doing the same as Savannah so it was purely coincidence that Kayla saved Savannah from having her head taken off.

Kayla pulls herself into the corner sitting up as her back leans against the turnbuckle. She starts laughing as she realizes what has happened. Especially since she notices that Jason is checking on Savannah who is laying on the mat holding onto her midsection clearly in pain. Jason looks up to see Kayla in the corner laughing as his facial expression goes from concern to anger. Jason runs at Kayla and goes for a Cannonball Senton to the corner, only Kayla is smart enough to grab the ropes and slide herself out of the ring in time, sending Jason crashing back first into the turnbuckle.

ALARA ADAMS: Smart thinking there by Kayla.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She is so smart, s-m-r-t, I mean s-m-a-r-t.

Kayla is now laughing as Jason too as she stands on the outside of the ring before she slides back into the ring and goes over to Savannah and connects with a kick to the midsection of Savannah who’d managed to get onto all fours. Savannah screams out as Kayla is on her knees trash talking to Savannah. Finally Jason Long is back up to his feet and sees this as he runs at Kayla and hits her with the Curb Stomp sending her face crashing into the mat as he goes for the pin on Kayla.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT BY KAYLA RICHARDS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: That was a close pin attempt on Kayla by Jason after that Curb Stomp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much that’d hurt. She doesn’t need a plastic nose like her tits damn it!

Jason is back to his feet once again and manages to lift Kayla up from the mat to hit her with the Deadlift German Suplex. Jason follows that up by locking in a Figure Four Headlock on Kayla as he uses the ropes for leverage to help apply more pressure to the neck of Kayla. Jason is trying everything he can to make Kayla quit but Kayla is doing everything in her power not to as she refuses to tap out. Finally Savannah has managed to get to her feet although she is holding onto her midsection as she stands there looking at the predicament that Kayla is in. Usually she’d just shrug and leave Jason to it but not in a match where he was her opponent too and a match that she wanted to win just as much as Kayla and Jason wanted too as well.

Eventually Savannah has seen enough as she sees that Kayla is fading out as she runs over hitting an Elbow Drop to the midsection of Jason causing him to break the hold. As she gets to her feet Savannah looks down at Kayla and just rolls her eyes and smirks before turning her attention back to her boyfriend Jason. Once Jason is to his feet, he isn’t on them long as Savannah drops him with the Candyland Destroyer (Hurricanrana Driver) and looks out to see Redd standing right at the back of the crowd applauding her.

Savannah just grins before getting back up to her feet and looks over at Kayla. Savannah walks over to her, assuming that she is still out of it and goes to help her to her feet only to be on the receiving end of a knee from Kayla to her already sore midsection causing her to double over. Kayla follows this up with a DDT spiking Savannah’s head into the mat as she falls to the mat after just draping her arm over Savannah for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT BY SAVANNAH SUNSHINE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Damn! Kayla was so close with that pin on Savannah.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Close doesn’t win matches.

Jason and Kayla are the first two to their feet as they start to trade punches on the centre of the ring. Neither one managed to get the upper hand no matter how much they tried to do so. Savannah Sunshine is back up to her feet just as she is going to hit a Superkick to the back of Jason’s head, he ducks and Savannah connects with Kayla and quickly follows it up with the German Suplex managing to hit the Burst Your Bubble (Superkick Into A German Suplex) on Kayla. As Jason Long stands there shocked that Savannah Sunshine his girlfriend just tried to end him as she goes for the pin.

ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Jason was just shocked by Savannah trying to end him and then was distracted by something or someone in the crowd.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He should’ve known that it could’ve come down to this. Ever since he went to Legoland and got that new head, he hasn’t been the same.

CLARA OLSON: The winner of this match through PINFALL… SAAAAAAAVVVVVVAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNAAAAAHHHHH SUUUUNNNNNSSSSHHHIIINNNEEEEE!!!

Jason Long is still standing there in shock but is soon interrupted by a familiar sight at the back of the crowd. As Jason stares daggers at Redd, Savannah Sunshine is celebrating in the ring. Redd lifts his hand and waves at Jason for a moment as he runs over and stands on the ropes, yelling in Redd’s direction.

Finally Savannah notices Jason yelling and then looks out into the crowd to see Redd. Having finally had enough of it, Long tries to go through the ropes, but Savannah grabs him and pulls him back. Jason forcefully turns around, knocking Savannah onto her butt by accident...her eyes widening in horror. Realizing what he did, Jason looks down at her, about ready to apologize…

ALARA ADAMS: DREAMKILLER OUT OF NOWHERE!!! KAYLA JUST CAUGHT JASON OFF GUARD WITH THE DREAMKILLER!!!

Kayla stands over the fallen body of Jason Long, slowly looking up at Savannah Sunshine, who has backed away from the situation but is still sitting on the mat. Kayla steps over the fallen body of the Prime Champion, towards Sunshine...when suddenly the lights go out. Seconds later they kick back on in a red hue and now there are six individuals in the ring wearing green led purge masks...and Redd with his red led purge mask...standing between Kayla and Savannah.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The look of hatred on Kayla’s face, is apparent through the dim lightning.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Not worth my time. I’ve got bigger fish to deal with, then some fake wannabe.

Kayla turns and looks down at the fallen Jason long again, before exiting the ring. The camera’s pan out to show Kayla Richards walking up the ramp as Jason Long lay unconscious in the ring. Redd turns and offers a hand to Savannah, who takes it. He helps her to her feet before the rest of Redd’s associates turn to Savannah...and all of them bow. Then suddenly, the lights kick back onto normal...and all of the purge mask wearing group, Redd included, are gone.

Our final scene is Savannah looking around for where they went and Jason still laying on the mat.



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