FALLOUT X | 7/29/21: DEAD BY DAYLIGHT RESULTS

(The Massacre) Lazarus Arjen & Charon Seede vs Jordan Bishop & Bezerk

In what was a perfect way to start off the Dead By Daylight show, Lazarus showed us why he won the 2020 Spot Of The Year, putting on a highlight show in The Massacre’s destruction of Bishop and Bezerk. They took out Bezerk with ‘Ghosts of New Orleans’ on the outside, leaving Bishop to fend for himself. But in the end, a ‘Dark Harvest’ with Bishop’s head being viciously being curb stomped onto a metal chair caused the ref to stop the match.

WINNERS: (The Massacre) Lazarus Arjen & Charon Seede by Knock Out (4:20)


TIMOTHY DANIELS: Last time, on Fallout presents Guts, Gold, & Glory…

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Back Halls…

Savannah watches for a couple moments before Arik looks up and hands her the notebook. Savannah takes it and reads it.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’ve got another lead I’m following on Redd tonight. Be careful in your match. And make sure Jason keeps his head on a swivel.[/div]

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Ascension #1 Contender Ladder Match
Yelich / Hixx / Bishop / Bezerk / Fairweather / Curtis / Aaronsson / Boyde

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s climbing-- climbing, but Julius has a hand-- and! No! A stiff punch from Yelich seemed to have slowed him down.

Yelich is able to climb to the top of the ladder and starts throwing strikes against Julius; Julius is stunned for a brief moment but finally catches one of the strikes. He lunges forward and ROYALE WITH CHEESE! Yelich falls from the ladder, and Fairweather grabs the briefcase bringing an end to the match.

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and Number One Contender for the Ascension Championship... JULIUS! FAIRWEATHER!

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Back Halls…

SYNDICATE: ...And before any of y'all come at me, saying that I'm punching above my weight class, just remember the question that I find myself continually asking: why...not...Syndicate?

With his signature cold, cold smile plastered across the face, Syndicate bounds forward and pushes past the cameraman[/div]

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Noble #1 Contendership Zookeeper Match
- / Havoc / Pyro / Syndicate / -

ALARA ADAMS: THE EXORCISM JUST TURNED SYNDICATE’S NOSE INTO A GEYSER OF BLOOD!!!

Syndicate, sorta doubled over, grabs at his bleeding nose, turning and looking at Havoc who charges...AND CONNECTS WITH A DEAD TRIGGER!!! SYNDICATE STUMBLES BACK INTO PYRO, WHO LIFTS HIM UP INTO THE AIR! Pyro carries Syndicate over to the nearest open small cage and dumps his body into it. With as much gusto as he could muster, he slams the door shut...the lock instantly triggering.

CLARA OLSON: SYNDICATE IS ELIMINATED!!!

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Noble #1 Contendership Zookeeper Match

- / Havoc / Pyro / - / -

Havoc goes to grab the bat, but Pyro steps on the bat, stopping Havoc from pulling it up. Havoc stands to his feet and takes a swing at Pyro, but Pyro steps back...AND LUNGES FORWARD WITH THE MANDIBLE CLAW!!! BUT HAVOC SIDESTEPS THE SILENT SCREAM AND GRABS PYRO AROUND THE NECK. He hooks up under one of Pyro’s arms...lifts him up into the air…

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY…

KAYDEN ELLIS: ...FUCK!!!

GIGA DRILL BREAK OFF THE TOP OF THE SINGLE CAGE!!! PYRO IS NOT MOVING AND HAVOC BARELY IS ABLE TO SIT UP!!![/div]

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Noble #1 Contendership Zookeeper Match
- / Havoc / Pyro / - / -

Havoc pushes.

PYRO’S FEET ARE IN THE CAGE AND HIS EYES ARE NOW OPEN!!!

SLAM!!!

CLICK!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: PYRO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! WHICH MEANS...YOUR NEW NOBLE CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDER IS...HAAAAAVVVOOOOCCCC!!!

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Ascension Championship Match

Mason Destruction (C) vs Lesley Adora

THE AWAKENING! THE CROYT’S WRATH DROPPED MASON DESTRUCTION DOWN ONTO HIS HEAD AS ADORA GOES FOR THE COVER! THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN FOR THE PIN! ADORA IS LAYING ON A LIFELESS BODY AS WE SPEAK!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!

Lesley Adora is handed the Project: Honor Ascension Championship as the white confetti begins to fall down for the brand new champion. A large smile on his face as he looks around the arena.

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… and the NEWWWW PROJECT: HONOR ASCENSION CHAMPION!... LESSSSLEYYYYY ADDDDDOORRRRAAAAAA!!!![/div]

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Prime/ Noble Championship Unsanctioned Match
Jason Long (C) vs Savannah Sunshine (C) vs Kayla Richards

SHE’S STAGGERING IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AS JASON… HE’S WRAPPING THE BARBED WIRE AROUND HIS KNEE AND LOOKS TO SAVANNAH… CHARGING KNEE STRIKE WITH THE ADDITIONAL BARBED WIRE TO THE HEAD OF SAVANNAH SUNSHINE!

Jason has himself backed into the corner and lines himself up with Savannah - who’s laid out on her back and completely out of it, blood pouring from the cuts on her forehead from the Barbed Wire Knee.

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Prime/ Noble Championship Unsanctioned Match

Jason Long (C) vs Savannah Sunshine (C) vs Kayla Richards

ICONKI-- DREAMKILLER!!! SAVANNAH GOT BLINDSIDED WITH THE DREAMKILLER!!! LONG DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT! JUMPING KNEE STRIKE FROM KAYLA! AND A BICYCLE PUMP KICK THAT KNOCKS JASON DOWN!

KAYLA RICHARDS: Fuck your dreams… fuck your realities… and fuck… you.

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Prime/ Noble Championship Unsanctioned Match
Jason Long (C) vs Savannah Sunshine (C) vs Kayla Richards

JASON JUST STOMPED DOWN ON THE ELBOW! AND NOW THE KING PICKS HER UP, TRAPPING THE RIGHT ARM WITH A HAMMERLOCK, SPINS HER AROUND… KINGSLAYER!!!! THE ARM TRAPPED SPINNING TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE BED OF LIGHT TUBES! JASON GOES FOR THE COVER!

ALARA ADAMS: AND THAT...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

“Kingslayer” by Bring Me The Horizon plays out through the arena to a thunderous ovation as The King has claimed another throne to his collection. The blood, sweat, and tears poured into this match has been shown by the carnage surrounding the ring.

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner... AND THE NEWWWWW PROJECT: HONOR NOBLE CHAMPION... AND YET STIIIILLLLL YOUR PROJECT: HONOR PRIME CHAMPION... THE KING!... JAAAASOONNNNNN LOOOOOONNNNGGGGG!!!!

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Legacy Championship Match

Elena DeDraca vs Mark Hunter

The Evil Within grabs hold of Elena DeDraca and takes her down with a Reverse DDT. Once back up on his feet, he walks over to the thumbtacks and picks a few of them up and throws them into his mouth. As The Evil Within chews on the thumbtacks he starts to smirk sadistically as blood starts to run from his mouth.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That is not doing favors for his teeth!

ALARA ADAMS: But it’s sure as fuck doing favors for me.

Finally back to her feet, Elena DeDraca was met with The Evil Within turning around and spitting the three thumbtacks he was chewing on at her.[/div]

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Legacy Championship Match
Elena DeDraca vs Mark Hunter

Elena runs along the ring apron and connects with Flight Of The Raven (Curb Stomp) sending The Evil Within’s jaw crashing into the ring apron. The Evil Within falls to the floor holding his jaw that surely has to be dislocated after that perfect Flight Of The Raven (Curb Stomp) to the apron.

Elena DeDraca gets into the ring and backs up as she admires her handy work as The Evil Within starts to crawl towards the barricade. Finally The Evil Within is up to a seating position as he stares directly at Elena DeDraca. His jaw is clear for all to see now that it’s dislocated but The Evil Within doesn’t seem at all worried about it as he starts laughing. What he does next sends chills down the spines of everyone as the sound of him putting his jaw back in place rings out.

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Legacy Championship Match

Elena DeDraca vs Mark Hunter

In one final attempt, Elena drops down and wraps herself around the back of the fallen The Evil Within.

KAYDEN ELLIS: THE OCTOPUS HOLD!!! ELENA HAS LOCKED IN THE FIST OF HYDRA!!!

ALARA ADAMS: I’m sure she can’t the full pressure on him, since they aren’t standing, but that’s still a vicious hold…

The ref drops down and begins to check on The Evil Within. Lifting one arm in the air...the ref drops it only to watch it hit the mat.

ONE!

The rep picks up his arm again, dropping it. It hits the mat.

TWO!!

The ref picks up The Evil Within’s arm one more time and drops it...the sound of it hitting the mat echoes through the silent Rod Laver Arena.

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The ref taps Elena’s arm, asking her to release the hold as she instinctively is still holding onto it.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen...your winner by way of knockout...AND NEW LEGACY CHAMPION...ELENA DeeeeeeDRRAAAACCAAAA!!![/div]

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Parking Lot…

Before Kayden could finish, the Police Officers took his bag and placed it on the trunk of his car. Arik walked up to the bag, unzipped it, and reached inside. DeMarco’s head dropped as Arik pulled out a red purge mask.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait…what?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Kayden, buddy...I’m sorry. You leave me no choice.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That...that isn’t mine! I swear to GOD that isn’t mine!!!

The Officers pull Kayden’s arms behind his back and slap some handcuffs on him.


We open in the makeshift office of Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco. Sitting at a desk with an open laptop to the side and a ‘Fist Of Hydra’ t-shirt, DeMarco has his hands interlocked together on the desk. Standing next to him in a white suit, is his Assistant GM, Arik Holt.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hello everyone and welcome to this special edition of Fallout, where we are celebrating our tenth show. Tomorrow night, the flagship Proving Ground will be celebrating Project: Honor’s one year anniversary...but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun of our own, right?

Giving off his usual dumbfounded smile, Arik nods in agreement.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: So tonight, in celebration of the unique style Fallout brings to Project: Honor and in conjunction with Behaviour Interactive’s Dead by Daylight Blood Hunt that starts tomorrow...we present to you Fallout X: Dead by Daylight.

The cheering of the fans in the Rod Laver Arena can be heard.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Tonight we will host four trials, with one killer and four survivors. The winners of each trial will receive a special advantage at December’s Purge Match, as well as a choice of one of four special briefcases that will be awarded to them at Fallout Eleven. Something that each winner, whether they are the Killer or the first escaped Survivor, will be able to look forward to for the upcoming end of season two and the first quarter of season three. It’s a double prize!

Unlocking his fingers and sitting back in his seat, DeMarco crosses his arms across his chest.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Another thing happening tonight, is we will have guest announcers for each Trial. Given our situation with former announcer Kayden Ellis, we have a spot open and are in need of someone to sit next to Alara. For the first trial, we will have James Edgebrook pulling up a seat. The second trial, we will see Clara Olson herself take up that mantle. Trial number three, will introduce Savannah Sunshine to the announcing team while she is healing from her Triple-G injuries. And then for the Main Event, Trial number four, I will be sitting in that seat myself. Adds a little extra flare to our trials, while we decide what happens with that second announcer seat.

A solemn look takes over Arik’s face as he slowly nods his head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Tonight, we move forward in our quest to finish not only our first season as Fallout...but our second season as Project: Honor as a whole. So get ready folks...because things are about to get interesting. And as the tagline says...Death Is Not An Escape!


We fade out of DeMarco at his desk to show a large area full of stacks of wooden pallets, junked cars, trees, tall grass, and just general large stacks of items. The darkness outside makes it hard to see, but the rain and fog filling the area makes it even harder.

“What You’re Scared Of” by JT Music begins to play as thunder echoes through the area.



#I’ve harbored this horrible hunger which ravages
Everything it touches, like hundreds of desperate savages’
Ravenous stomachs - nothing but a cavernous black abyss
As this carnivore carousel gathers hazardous pathogens.

Our camera slowly begins to move through the tall weeds and weave in between the piles of junk that offer survivors places to hide.

#In the drabbest of passages
where cadavers are stackin’
If you have entered these catacombs
you must sadly be masochistic
Cuz I am the cataclysmic
embodiment of an apocalypse
And I’m waiting, salivating
at the mere thought of the taste of your blood on my lips

We finally start to see a small building in the middle of all this fog and rain.

#I might be rhyming but I am tired of reasoning
I'm that demonic evil thing
causing people to dream of these
Diabolical sceneries
come and see where I'm keeping these

We finally make it to the open door of the small shack, entering it even slower than we traveled to it.

#Bodies - let 'em float, as endless rows of my teeth will sink
Into the meat that you're feeding me
with your fear as the seasoning
Even Stephen King couldn't possibly
come to conceive a thing

Suddenly a flash of lighting lights up the windows and for a brief moment we see Pyro standing on the left side of the room, holding his barbed wire covered wooden axe handle. On the right we see Mason Destruction, Yelich, Artemis Shepherd, and Pandalike. The light dims and our view is dark again.

#That could equal my need to feast on your petrified flesh
Keep an eye out for deadlights ahead

Another flash of lightning and we see Lesley Adora standing on the left side of the room, with his fancy gold and ivory shield. On the right we see Levi Kirstein, Bianca McBride, Thorberg Aaronsson, and Kagome Akaibara. Once again the flash dims down and our view of the area becomes dark.

#Addicted to the taste of fear
From the moment that it touched my tongue

A third flash of lightning shows us Jason Long holding a razor-wire baseball bat on the left side of the screen. The right side of the room shows us the grouping of Havoc, Julius Fairweather, Slade Castle, and Rapture.

#And now I smell it when it's near
You never meant to, but you brought me some

A final flash of lightning and we see Elena DeDraca standing on the left side of the room with a barbed wire covered baseball bat. Syndicate, Earl Boyde, Trey Bouchet, and Latoya Hixx stand grouped together on the right side of the room.

#The table's set, now let me find a wine to pair up
Don't be afraid to share what you're scared of

As the last word echos, the scene fades out to the Fallout logo.



The footage began rolling with showing a throwback to Guts, Gold and Glory. The pictures were moving quickly till reaching the Legacy title match. The audience got to see Mark Hunter aka the Evil Within hitting a few devastating moves on Elena DeDraca. Then the other way around. When reaching the final part the video was finally slowing down, coming to a complete still when Elena DeDraca stood inside the ring- having her arm raised by her friends. The group that is now known as HYDRA. The colour was leaving the picture turning it to black and white.

HYDRA.

Was written all over the image before it slowly faded to black. The audience was left puzzled for just a moment. Somewhere in the background there was a scratching noise. The kind that forces you to move your head, or covering your ears. When the video began rolling again it showed the four females sitting in what probably was their locker room.

LARA CHAMBERS: There is a time for everything.

DEIRDRE EVANS: A time for forgiveness and moving on.

LARA CHAMBERS: A time to start a new journey.

In the center of the whole scenario sat Elena DeDraca. Her Legacy title resting right on her lap. The Fist of Hydra was already dressed for action, but the expression on her face seemed peaceful.

ELENA DEDRACA: But those times are not now. We are in a world that believes more in war and might. Probably more than in anything else. And while we have those that try to set things right, their numbers are shrinking with every second. In many ways it feels like fighting against windmills. But why are they failing, just like my opponents for tonight's match. Any ideas, ladies?

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Because they have the intelligence of Trump supporters? Or anti- vaxxers?

For a moment all of them looked at Alexandra. There was this devilish grin on the girl's face, who ended up shrugging.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Okay, I get it. Political correctness and everyone can have their own opinion. Even if it is as stupid as a donkey butt. But back to the subject. The so-called survivors of tonight's event. Right? Did any of them think this through? Did management think this through? Or is DeMarco just trying to thin out his roster? To all questions, we have the same answer. No. But what does one expect when giving one of the most dangerous fighters, on the roster, a weapon? That we are in for a happy ending?

ELENA DEDRACA: I have been asking myself the same question, Pix. Over and over again. I don’t know how fond Mister DeMarco is of those four, but he is not dumb. I defeated every person, but one, when being inside that ring. I didn’t have to cheat or get assistance. I did it with my bare hands. But the rules have drastically changed tonight. When given the opportunity for violence, don’t expect this to be pretty. There will be blood, tears and broken bones. The longer you think about it, the quicker you understand it is really that easy. Neither of the people in this match have done anything to me. It is more like, wrong place and wrong time.

When she paused it was Deirdre that picked up.

DEIRDRE EVANS: There isn’t any other way when it comes to HYDRA.

Elena winked at her briefly. She ran her fingertips over the belt, looking down.

ELENA DEDRACA: The times of playing nice are long gone. I don’t care if Syndicate thinks he has me figured out. Or if Hixx gets fired because she is as entertaining as a pop tart. I didn’t come to play around, even though the theme of this match would make you think so. Get over the thought that somewhere behind those eyes is a person that gives a rats ass about you. I will rip you open and watch you bleed. That is the only option you are given. Maybe you have a chance by somewhat working together, but wouldn’t that mean putting your own ego aside? It’s kinda odd, don’t you think? Every second match leads back to someone having a huge ego- and me killing it.

This time all group members laughed at the same time. Lara reached behind her grabbing the hand crafted baseball bat. A red bow was wrapped around it. In a dramatic manner she handed it to Elena.

ELENA DEDRACA: Everyone in Project Honor can cry as much and loud as they want. They can despise me till the very end. I am used to those kinds of reactions. I never expected praise in the first place, kids. But the truth is, half of the roster isn’t worth as much as the dirt under my claws. And the sooner you realise that, the easier your career will go. It’s never gonna get easy, but it’s gonna get good.

Her eyes were still set on the weapon. In a gentle manner she ran her fingers now over the barb wire. Elena felt the strange sensation when she cut her index finger open. With a strange fascination she looked at the drop of blood forming.

ELENA DEDRACA: With blood it starts. With blood it ends.



We cut to the inside of the Rod Laver Arena. The rain is slowly coming down while a light fog is slowly rolling in to cover the ground and surround the fixtures placed all around the area. Random lamps give the area a small glow, but it is still hard to see some things. We cut to see Clara Olson standing under a large pop up tent near the main part of the bleachers.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, this match is a scheduled Dead by Daylight Trial!

A roar echoes from the stands.

CLARA OLSON: This first trial will pit the Killer, Pyro, against the survivor team of Mason Destruction, Yelich, Artemis Shepherd, and Pandalike!

Another roar of approval pours onto the field.

CLARA OLSON: In this trial, it is the job of the Survivors to open five chests using the key ring they have been given. Once five chests have been open around the field of play, they must find the escape door and exit through it. The first one to do so, will be deemed the winner. BUT...it is the job of the Killer to pin all four survivors, three times each. The first only needing to be a one count, the second a two count, and the elimination pin a three count.

One more explosion of cheers rain down.

CLARA OLSON: And during this trial, the killer will have his pre-chosen weapon...and the survivors can not touch the killer, with exception to traps they can spring against the killer, around the field. So without further adieu...LET’S BEGIN!!!


The camera’s cut away from Clara and to the field where we see a door to a small box open and out steps Pyro, dressed in a long black coat with spikes coming out of the shoulders, a large mask that looks like a skull with antlers coming out of the top, and holding a barbed wire covered axe handle.

ALARA ADAMS: Hello folks and WELCOME to the first ever Fallout: Dead By Daylight trial. You know me, the buxom blonde who always fills your earholes, but next to me we have an interim announcer. Our very own host of The Edge, James Edgebrook.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Thank you, Alara. I’m sorry to hear about everything that happened with Kayden.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s all gravy. I mean, if he truly is Redd...then he needs to suffer for everything he did to Kasey and now Savannah.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Too true.

We watch Pyro run through the tall weeds and tall shrubbery that has been placed in the field to offer the survivors places to hide, when he stops dead in his tracks. He cocks his head to the side and turns it slightly to the right as if he is listening to something. Faintly, using the microphone pack that has been placed on him, we can hear the jingling of a key ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Ope, seems like Pyro may have heard one of the survivors.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Given that they have that large key ring with fifty keys on it, they have to be careful. Otherwise it will give away where they are, as we are already seeing.

Pyro turns on a dime and makes a b-line for where he hears the keys jingling. He makes his way around some stacked pallets and around a couple empty oil drums, to find Pandalike crouched down at one of the large chests. He is fiddling with his keyring and trying key after key to unlock one of the five locks on the chest.

PYRO: I’ve never had panda meat before.

Pandalike’s eyes widen as he turns to see Pyro standing above him, with the axe handle lifted into the air.

PYRO: Sounds tasty.

CRACK!

The sickening crunch of Pandalike’s nose can be heard through his own microphone pack. Blood splatters out onto the front of the chest, gushing from Pandalike’s obviously broken nose. While it isn’t crushed, it is in need of surgery after this match.

ALARA ADAMS: Early bloodshed by Pyro. I wouldn’t have doubted him here, for a moment.

Pyro places his axe handle down and drops onto the injured Pandalike, who had fallen on his back. Pyro hooks the leg just for show. A ref, who has been hiding away, comes out and drops to the ground.

ONE!

Yelich - 0

Artemis Shepherd - 0

Pandalike - 1

Suddenly a large spotlight shines down onto Pyro and Pandalike.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: And just like that, we have our first pin. Pyro trying to eliminate all the competition here, early. With him losing to Havoc at Guts, Gold, & Glory...this may be Pyro’s ticket to snatching up a title opportunity.

Pyro stands to his feet and quickly picks his axe handle back up. He looks down at Pandalike and obviously wants to continue beating on the poor Australian-native, but according to the rules...he has to leave him be until one of the other survivors come and tag Pandalike to sit up.

ALARA ADAMS: Now this spotlight is here to help both the Killer and the Survivors. The survivors will see that one of their own is down and this gives them the opportunity to come over and tag the downed individual, so that they can get back up. It also gives the Killer a visual clue, that the survivor they pinned is back up AND kind of keys them in an area that for sure has survivors.

Pyro takes off running as the camera cuts away to Mason Destruction, who is kneeling in front of one of the wooden chests. We can see that three of the locks are unlocked and…


...there goes a fourth one. Mason stops unlocking the chest and looks up to see the spotlight isn’t too far from where he is, but quickly ducks down and as quietly as he can, begins to test keys on the fifth and final lock. A rustling can be heard and Mason quickly stops trying the keys, looking up to only see Yelich come into view.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Jesus Christ, dude. You ‘bout scared the shit outta me.

Yelich straightens up and places his hands on his hips, his cape whipping slightly in the wind.

YELICH: Fear not, chump. I am here to help you heathens win this match and you can then all bow down and praise me when I earn that briefca-


Yelich drops to his knees and then face first into the mud, Pyro standing behind him holding the barbed-wire axe handle tightly. Mason leaps from his spot and takes off running, but Pyro reaches down and flips Yelich onto his back, before standing back up and placing a boot on his chest.

ONE!

Yelich - 1

Artemis Shepherd - 0

Pandalike - 1

A spotlight flicks on and points down at the motionless body of Yelich as the spotlight on Pandalike turns off. The camera cuts to where it is and we see Artemis Shepherd helping a woozy Pandalike to his feet.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: Come on, you lazy shit. This is no time to take a fucking nap.

The sounds of someone running through weeds and tall grass can be heard. Artemis lets go of Pandalike and runs behind a large wooden barrel, waiting a moment before peaking out to see Pyro emerge from the large brush.

PYRO: So you want a second helping? Maybe I’ll spare you this shot, if you tell me where your little friend ran off to.

Pandalike lifts his hand as if he is telling Pyro to wait...but he stumbles back a step...still feeling the effects of the axe handle earlier.

PYRO: DING! TIMES UP!

Pyro swings his axe handle at Pandalike, but the masked man unintentionally dips below it as he stumbles forward and almost falls down flat on his face. Pyro, upset from Pandalike escaping his second swing, takes a running start...hops up onto the side of a stack of wood...and pushes off, turning in mid air…

JAMES EDGEBROOK: SHIT! Pyro just CRACKED Pandalike’s jaw with The Exorcism...a MONSTROUS Superman Elbow!!!

ALARA ADAMS: While the rules state that the Killers can’t use their FInishers until the third and final elimination pin...nothing was said about what is considered their signature moves!

Pandalike crumples to the ground, blood now flowing from a large gash in his lip.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: This isn’t good for-

DING!

Pyro looks around as the ‘ding’ resonates through the arena.

ALARA ADAMS: And that dinging noise indicates that one of the chests has been opened!

Content with the idea that he will deal with that in a moment, Pyro kicks Pandalike onto his back...and places his muddy boot on the masked-man’s chest. A ref comes flying onto the scene.

ONE!
TWO!

Yelich - 1

Artemis Shepherd - 0

Pandalike - 2

Pyro quickly stands to his feet and goes running off to find the open chest as a spotlight shines down on Pandalike.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: And just like that, Pandalike is one pin away from elimination.

ALARA ADAMS: Don’t forget, like I mentioned just a moment ago, now that Pandalike is down to his final pin...if Pandalike makes it to the end of this, he is already in position to have a Momento Mori performed on him. So if he eventually gains consciousness here, he is going to have to start watching himself.

Artemis emerges from behind the wooden barrel as he feels there has been enough time passed that Pyro has taken off. He notices in the distance, that the spotlight that was on Yelich, turns off. He looks down at the barely moving Pandalike, scoffing at the mud covered man.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: You’re not worth helping.

Artemis turns, only to get clotheslined to the ground. He opens his eyes wide the moment his back hits the mud, to see Pyro standing over him.

PYRO: I knew you’d come out of hiding if you thought I got away, you little shit.

Artemis pulls back his leg to kick, but Pyro jumps back as he extends his leg. He wags his finger at Artemis.

PYRO: Now, now...rulebreaker. You’re not allowed to attack me.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: But I am allowed to spring traps on you.

Pyro turns to look behind him to notice he stepped on some odd contraption.

PYRO: What the hell is this?

Pyro steps off the small pressure plate, when suddenly a pair of fire extinguishers spray into Pyro’s face, causing the Killer to be distracted while Artemis stands to his feet. He quickly tags Pandalike, causing the spotlight to turn off, before taking off into the distance.

PYRO: MOTHERFUCKER!!!

DING!

JAMES EDGEBROOK: That’s chest number two!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Mason is just going to town on those chests.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Hey, Yelich could be helping.

ALARA ADAMS: Doubtful.

Pyro turns, wiping the extinguisher spray off his eyes, to see Pandalike still laying on the ground...but the spotlight is off of him.

PYRO: Welp, it looks like Artemis left you as an offering.

Pyro grabs Pandalike and pulls the groggy man to his feet, landing a hard boot to his midsection. He grabs Pandalike around the waist and lifts him up...THE OMEN!!! STORM CRADLE DRIVER!!! PANDALIKE IS NOT MOVING!!! Pyro stands to his feet and begins to stomp on Pandalike’s head...again...and again...and again.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: JESUS Pyro...just pin the man!

A ref comes out and drops to the ground as Pyro has had enough fun, dropping down onto the barely breathing Pandalike.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: He does understand that the term Killer isn’t literal here, right?

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Mason Destruction - 0

Yelich - 1

Artemis Shepherd - 0

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

A group of refs come out from the side of the field and watch as Pyro stands up off of Pandalike, before grabbing the unconscious wrestler and carrying him out of the area.

ALARA ADAMS: Anya is one lucky girl. Wait...what were you saying James?

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Nothing.

The camera cuts to show Yelich sitting on the ground, in front of one of the chests...casually going through his keys and slowly trying them on the locks. Only one padlock is undone as Artemis Shepherd comes running up and almost trips over the chest, but manages to hop over it instead.

YELICH: Ha! Dumbass!

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: Fuck off, you little cunt.

Artemis turns and kneels down, working on the opposite end of the chest, where there are locks still.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: If we didn’t need the numbers right now, I’d wrap that cape around your neck and hang you with it!

YELICH: Is that so?

Yelich stops trying his keys and stands on his feet.

ALARA ADAMS: ‘da fuck is this guy doing?

Yelich cups his hands around his mouth.

YELICH: HEY PYRO! DUMBFUCK!! COME GET US! SUSIE IS A FANCY TOOTHPICK AND ANYA ISN’T ANYTHING BUT A GLORIFIED BLOW UP DOLL!!!

Yelich turns towards Artemis, salutes him, then takes off running in the opposite direction.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: You little shit!

Artemis stands to his feet, only to feel the pain of the barbed wire-covered axe handle tear into the back of his knees, sending him crashing to the ground.

PYRO: Never...EVER...TALK ABOUT HER!

Pyro pulls back and punts Artemis in the side of the head.

PYRO: DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME???

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: FUCK YOU, YOU OVERGROWN MATCHSTICK!!! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!

Pyro pulls back and kicks again, splitting open Artemis’ right eyebrow.

PYRO: Then who did?

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: That little skinny fuck, Yelich.

Pyro drops down onto the bleeding Artemis, as a ref slides into the shot.

ONE!

Mason Destruction - 0

Yelich - 1

Artemis Shepherd - 1

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

Barely waiting for the ref to smack the ground for the one count, Pyro jumps to his feet.

PYRO: Which way did he go?

Artemis points in the direction Yelich ran, only to feel the bright spotlight shine down onto him. Pyro takes off running, on the hunt for Yelich.

DING!

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Mason Destruction, the busy beaver. That’s three chests he has opened!

The camera cuts to Mason Destruction, managing to hide out in a wooden cubby that is barely able to be seen if you’re not paying attention. He slides a couple keys off the key ring, before reattaching the keyring to the hook on his belt. But before he could get out, the poorly made wooden hideaway he was in, exploded from behind him and Yelich could be seen laying on the ground. His face is covered in cuts and his right eye is swollen.

PYRO: You want to say that about her again, you little fuckface?

Pyro suddenly notices Mason.

PYRO: YOU!

Pyro lunges forward towards Mason, but Mason throws the handful of used keys at him, distracting him just long enough for him to slip on the broken wood and tumble to the ground. Mason takes off running as Pyro looks up and watches.

PYRO: SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!

Pyro looks at the fallen Yelich and instinctively hooks his leg.

ONE!
TWO!!

Mason Destruction - 0

Yelich - 2

Artemis Shepherd - 1

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

We cut back to Artemis, who is sitting up, touching the large gash above his eye.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: Fucking overrated piece of shit petrol-station lighter! If I was allowed to touch you, I’d rip the rest of your fucking hair out too.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Yeah, yeah.

Mason comes flying in and tags Artemis on the shoulder, instantly dropping down and pulling out his keyring to start working on the locks.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Quit yer’ bitchin’ and start workin’. We only have two more to go.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: Who the hell do you think you are?

MASON DESTRUCTION: The man who has unlocked three of these fuckers and the only one of you bastards to not be pinned yet. SO LET’S GO!!!

Mason quickly begins to fidget with multiple keys and the second lock, since Yelich unlocked the first one already. Before Artemis can utter a response, Mason manages to open the second lock.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: Fine. But I’m going to help, because I want to.

Artemis lurches forward and begins to work on the opposite end. With a lucky break, it only takes him a few keys and attempts to unlock the first lock on his side...bringing this chest total to three unlocked locks.


But before another lock could be undone, the barbed wire axe handle comes flying in between Artemis and Mason, crashing and sticking into the chest.

MASON DESTRUCTION: FUCK!

Mason and Artemis jump to their feet, Artemis showing he still is in pain from the cuts on the back of his knees. They both run off in opposite directions. Pyro runs up and grabs his axe handle, ripping it out of the chest before reaching down and pushing one of the locks back together.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Wait...is that legal?

ALARA ADAMS: An unannounced rule, with exception to being told to the Killers themselves. In Dead by Daylight, the Killers can kick the generators to lessen the progress on fixing them. To make our trials more similar, the killers are allowed to lock one lock if they stop Survivor progress on that respective chest.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: So he can lock another padlock if he catches them at this chest again?

ALARA ADAMS: Yes.

Pyro’s head snaps to look behind him, as the spotlight on Yelich turns off.

PYRO: Oh, someone allowed that little freak to get up?

Pyro turns and takes off towards where he left Yelich. The camera quickly cuts to Mason picking Yelich up and throwing him over his shoulder.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Come on, you lanky little fucker. We have some chests to open and I need you at least for a distraction, if you’re going to be a little piss-ant.

Mason goes jogging off into the distance as Pyro finally makes his way there and begins to dig through the broken wooden pieces that litter the area. In a fit, he grabs one of the pieces and chucks it at the cameraman, who has to quickly duck out of the way.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: HEY! He didn’t do anything to you.

ALARA ADAMS: But he is in the way! So he has to take the aggression that Pyro is feeling.

PYRO: Once I get my hands on that little cunt, I’m going to break him.

Pyro turns and runs back towards the last chest he came from, the assaulted cameraman quickly following him.

DING!

The camera following behind Pyro, was able to see as the chest was opened by Artemis, and three green balloons raised from the open chest. Artemis stood to his feet, just in time to catch a clothesline from Pyro, knocking the The Ruler to the ground. Without another word, Pyro reached down and jammed his fingers into Artemis’ mouth, who began to fight him.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Gross! Mandible Claw!

ALARA ADAMS: Now THAT’S illegal…

REF: HEY! NONE OF THAT! Save that for the end!

Pyro turns and gives the ref a dirty look as he removes his hand from Artemis’ mouth.

ARTEMIS SHEPHERD: YEAH, YOU DUMB FU-

Before Artemis could finish what he was saying, Pyro clocked him right between the eyes with the butt-end of his axe handle. Pyro hooked Shepherd’s legs as the ref dropped for the count.

ONE!
TWO!!

Yelich - 2

Artemis Shepherd - 2

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

The usual spotlight shines down onto Artemis as Pyro stands to his feet and begins to try to listen for key jingling.

MASON DESTRUCTION: YO!

Pyro turns and looks off into the direction that he heard Mason yell from and takes off running that way. Meanwhile, Yelich slowly creeps around the corner of a large bush and tags Artemis on the shoulder.

YELICH: Let’s go loser. Mason said we need all three of us to complete his pl-


Yelich stops mid-sentence as the axe handle that Pyro just two-handed chucked at him, catches him in the forehead...the barbed wire digging into his scalp. Yelich drops to his knees and begins to grab at the handle, but stops the moment it begins to cause him pain...which is almost immediately.

PYRO: Blow up doll, huh? I should save you to the end, just so that I can break you slowly. But I need to get rid of you both to slow down that asshat, Destruction.

Pyro pushes Yelich onto his back, grabs the axe handle, and with his foot on Yelich’s chest...RIPS it out of his scalp. Yelich lets out a horrifying scream as blood begins to pour out of the gashes in his head. Pyro drops down on him…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Mason Destruction - 0

Yelich - 3 (Eliminated)

Artemis Shepherd - 2

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

Pyro sits up and looks at Artemis who is just starting to come out of his axe handle induced coma...but still is very out of it.

PYRO: GO-

He cracks Artemis in the head with the buttend of the handle again, knocking The Ruler out cold.

PYRO: -back to sleep.

Pyro crawls over and hooks Artemis’ legs. One ref breaks away from the group that was pulling Yelich away, and drops down for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Mason Destruction - 0

Yelich - 3 (Eliminated)

Artemis Shepherd - 3 (Eliminated)

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

JAMES EDGEBROOK: And we are down to Pyro versus Mason Destruction.

ALARA ADAMS: And here comes the fun little caveat. Even though Mason has NOT been pinned...he has no Survivor teammates to tag him to help him get back up. SO, Pyro has full reign to use any of his finishers on Mason now...to eliminate him with a three count.

Pyro stands up to his feet.

PYRO: HEEEERREE PIGGY-PIGGY-PIGGY!!!

DING!

JAMES EDGEBROOK: That means Mason used Yelich and Artemis as distractions, so he could open that last chest! Now Mason has to find the exit door, unlock it, and escape...before Pyro can get him and pin him.

ALARA ADAMS: Well...close…

A large spotlight shines onto a door across the field from where Pyro is, that would allow Mason to escape into a small room away from the Messiah of Fire.

ALARA ADAMS: ...once that fifth chest is opened, a light shines onto the door to assist the Survivors. But there are two locks on that door that need to be unlocked.

Pyro takes off running towards the door. Our camera cuts to it and we see Mason Destruction trying key after key after key. He finally unlocks one of the locks and we can hear the deadbolt shift. The sounds of Pyro’s feet hitting the ground start to echo loudly behind Mason as he begins to fight for the second lock.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Come on, Mason...you can do it…


JAMES EDGEBROOK: HE DID IT! HE UNLOCKED THE FINAL LOCK!!!

Mason quickly undoes the padlock and tosses it to the ground. He throws open the door and turns around to make sure the coast is clear…

ALARA ADAMS: THE PYRO MASSACRE!!! THE PYRO MASSACRE!!! MASON TURNED, ONLY TO CATCH A FIREBALL TO THE FACE!!!

Mason steps back and bounces off the doorframe...just inches away from falling THROUGH the door. Pyro grabs Destruction as he grabs at his burnt face, pulling him away from the doorway. The Killer lets go of Mason, who pulls his own hands down from his face only to watch as Susie the barbed-wire covered axe handle comes down on his forehead...ripping at his skin, but not doing what Pyro intended to Mason. Another strike to the forehead causes Mason to drop to one knee, blood pouring down his face. And a third strike causes the former Ascension Champion to drop to the ground, unconscious. Pyro drops down onto the Deathmatch Backyardigan.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Yelich - 3 (Eliminated)

Artemis Shepherd - 3 (Eliminated)

Pandalike - 3 (Eliminated)

CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the FIRST Fallout X: Dead By Daylight Trial...PYYYYYRRROOOOOO!!!

Pyro stands to his feet as a group of referees come to check on Mason Destruction.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: If Mason would have been a few more inches to the right OR just never turned around to check behind him...he could have gotten out.

ALARA ADAMS: And it STILL took a fireball to the face and THREE hits from Susie, to knock him down. He may not have won this match, but he should be proud of what he accomplished here tonight. Let’s hope all of our Trials are just as exciting.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Well for the rest of them, I’ll be watching from another booth. Thanks for having me, Alara!

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, James?

JAMES EDGEBROOK: Yeah?

ALARA ADAMS: Remember this moment on your next show. Because if memory serves me correctly, you chose Mason and I chose Pyro.

JAMES EDGEBROOK: ...yeah, yeah, yeah...






We cut back to the field of the arena. The rain has mostly stopped, but the fog has become thicker and is hugging the field tighter. Our view hovers over the arena as Clara Olson begins to talk, from within the announcer’s booth.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, this match is a scheduled Dead by Daylight Trial!

The fans pop, after what went down in Trial Number One.

CLARA OLSON: This second trial will pit the Killer, Lesley Adora, against the survivor team of Levi Kirstein, Bianca McBride, Thorberg Aaronsson, and Kagome Akaibara!

Another positive reaction from the crowd as the lights around the arena turn up slightly, giving off a different feel for this trial.

CLARA OLSON: Like the first trial, it is the job of the Survivors to open five chests using the key ring they have been given. Once five chests have been open around the field of play, they must find the escape door and exit through it. The first one to do so, will be deemed the winner. BUT...it is the job of the Killer to pin all four survivors, three times each. The first only needing to be a one count, the second a two count, and the elimination pin a three count.

CROWD: A-SCEN-SION! A-SCEN-SION! A-SCEN-SION!

CLARA OLSON: The trial is special though, as it does contain the Ascension Championship Title. If ANY of the survivors manage to catch Adora in a trap and are able to pin him down for a one count...they will be crowned the NEW Ascension Champion!!!


The same box that released Pyro earlier, this time releases Lesley Adora….carrying a large gold-trimmed ivory shield, but a dove on the front.

ALARA ADAMS: And here we go, with Trial Number Two. Lesley Adora starts off here, with his fancy-ass shield and I start off with a hot little number next to me.

CLARA OLSON: It is interesting to sit in the announcing chair. I could get used to this! But here is my quick observation question...why does Adora have a shield? All the Killers were told they were allowed to have a weapon.

ALARA ADAMS: From what I am hearing, Adora didn’t want to behave like the rest of the heathens and neanderthals here in Fallout...his words...so he wanted to bring a glimmer of light into the darkness. He wanted a shield to protect him from the traps and disadvantages he faces during this Trial.

The camera cut to show Kirstein working on a chest and he already has one lock undone. Aaronsson comes walking up, not even TRYING to hide...and sits down next to Kirstein.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Let’s do this and get it over with. I have an Ascension Championship to steal from that little punk. He’s just lucky they wouldn’t let me bring in my hatchet. I tried, but the officials took it from me.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Jesus Christ, don’t you ever shut up?

THORBERG AARONSSON: Are you scared he’s going to hear me? I’m not scared. I invite him to try.

Kagome steps out from behind a pile of rubbish and stands behind Thorberg and Levi.

KAGOME AKAIBARA: We’re not scared...we’re just trying to get this shit done.

Thorberg turns and looks up at her as Levi finishes unlocking a second lock.

KAGOME AKAIBARA: And holy hell...the fans back in the United States can hear you, you are being so lo-

CLANG!

Kagome drops to the ground in between Thorberg and Levi, a shield wielding Lesley Adora standing right where she was.

LESLEY ADORA: So do you run from the light now or do you need more inspiration?

Levi rolls out of the way and quickly jumps to his feet, taking off. Lesley turns and looks down at Thorberg, who doesn’t move and just continues to try his keys on the chest.

THORBERG AARONSSON: I don’t move for anyone.

Lesley shrugs his shoulders, before placing his shield down on the ground and kneeling onto it, as not to get dirty. He flips over the downed Kagome and places a hand on her forehead. A ref appears from behind the camera.

ONE!

Bianca McBride - 0

Thorberg Aaronsson - 0

Kagome Akaibara - 1

CLARA OLSON: Meanwhile, Thorberg just CONTINUES to sit there.

ALARA ADAMS: He is confident and that is worth something!

Lesley stands to his feet and looks at Aaronsson as he lifts his shield up off the ground. Within seconds a spotlight shines down onto Kagome.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Here, let me help.

Thorberg reaches over and tags Kagome’s limp hand, the spotlight shutting off.

LESLEY ADORA: Well thank you, my friend. You know...you would make a good edition to the Light.

Lesley bends down and places his palm on Kagome’s head again.

ONE!
TWO!!

Bianca McBride - 0

Thorberg Aaronsson - 0

Kagome Akaibara - 2

THORBERG AARONSSON: I don’t need your Light.

The spotlight hits Kagome again...but one more time, Thorberg reaches out and taps her outstretched hand, before going back to unlocking the chest. He has managed to get one done, but is working on the next one.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Only fools let the enemy sneak up on them. She doesn’t deserve to be in this.

Kagome’s eyes open and she sits up, grabbing the back of her head.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Lay back down!

Thorberg reaches over and pushes Kagome hard, causing her to fall over onto her stomach.

KAGOME AKAIBARA: What the he-

Before Kagome could really get into yelling at Thorberg, Lesley grabs her legs and manages to twist her up and get her in the Haas of Pain.

CLARA OLSON: THE WHITE GATE!!! He wants to put Kagome out with STYLE.

ALARA ADAMS: Meanwhile that big Oof next to them, is just slowly going through his keys.


CLARA OLSON: And there is our indicator that the first chest has been opened!

TAP!
TAP!
TAP!

Bianca McBride - 0

Thorberg Aaronsson - 0

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

ALARA ADAMS: And Kagome is out of this! Lesley tunneled the hell out of her, eliminating her with the help of Thorberg.

Lesley stands to his feet and grabs his shield tightly as Kagome stands up and has to be held back by a group of referees. Lesley waves bye to her as they pull her away, making matters only worse when he blows her a kiss.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Okay, pretty boy. Go find the others. I’ll be waiting for you. I want that title.

Lesley gives him an odd look before taking off into the distance. The camera quickly cuts to show Bianca McBride hiding in a small shack, crouching down and peaking out a window...looking for Adora. We pan out a hair and we see Levi Kirstein in a corner, feverishly working on a chest that already has three locks undone.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Still clear?

BIANCA McBRIDE: Good, so far.


LEVI KIRSTEIN: That’s four down!

BIANCA McBRIDE: Keep go-WAIT...HE’S COMING!!!

Levi instantly jumps to his feet and heads for the door, but before he could...Adora was standing there with his shield in front of him.

LESLEY ADORA: Why not just make this easier for us all...and lay down on the ground so that I can get this pin?

BIANCA McBRIDE: NOPE!

Lesley looks to the side as Bianca grabs Levi and pulls him back, before slamming the door shut in Adora’s face. She locks the only door into the shack and places her back against it.

BIANCA McBRIDE: LEVI! GO UNLOCK THAT LAST LOCK!

Levi, still confused as to what is going on, nods his head and runs over to the last chest and begins to fidget with the keys and start to try them on the last lock.

LESLEY ADORA: Oh...does this make me the Big Bad Wolf, now? LIttle pig, little pig...let...me...in.

BIANCA McBRIDE: FUCK OFF...you David Koresh wanna-be.

LESLEY ADORA: I think you misunderstand me, Bianca. Just let me in and we can talk about this.

BIANCA McBRIDE: Go to hell, Adora!


Levi undoes the last lock and stumbles pulling it off of the chest, before throwing open the top. Three green balloons rise from the chest.


ALARA ADAMS: And while Bianca blocks the door, Levi opens the second chest of the trial!


CLARA OLSON: OH SHIT! It seems Thorberg managed to open the third chest!

Lesley, annoyed with being locked out, begins to throw his shoulder and shield into the door...in an attempt to break it open.

LESLEY ADORA: You two are trapped in there. Seems it's time for me to huff and puff.

Bianca, trying to prevent Lesley from breaking in, watches as Levi quickly opens the window and slides out.

BIANCA McBRIDE: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Saving my ass. Thanks for the sacrifice.

Levi salutes her sarcastically, then takes off into the field.

BIANCA McBRIDE: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

Lesley stops ramming the door for a moment.

LESLEY ADORA: Did your bestie leave you? Such a pity. The light would never leave you, Bianca.

Bianca turns and looks at Lesley through the peephole. As quiet as she can, she unlocks the door.

BIANCA McBRIDE: I can’t say this clearly enough, Adora. Fuck...off.

LESLEY ADORA: FINE!

Lesley takes a few steps back, before charging at the door. At the last second, Bianca opens the door and Lesley comes flying into the shack. His momentum takes him forward and he trips, not expecting to enter the place. Adora crashes hard, leaving Bianca the chance to run out the door and get away.

CLARA OLSON: GOOD MOVES OUT THERE, BIANCA!

ALARA ADAMS: Well now she has a bit of a vendetta against Levi...and there is no telling what is going on in Thorberg’s mind.

The camera’s cut away from Lesley, who is trying to pick himself up with some dignity...to Thorberg, who is sitting at a new chest, trying to unlock it. Levi is on the other side of the chest, trying to help...when Bianca comes up on them both.

BIANCA McBRIDE: THE FUCK WAS THAT, LEVI?

Levi looks up at Bianca and places his index finger to his lips.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Shush...Lesley will hear you. We have three chests done and he still hasn’t pinned any of us.

BIANCA McBRIDE: Yeah, well...let me help him.

Bianca starts to approach Levi, who stands to his feet and puts his hands out to stop her. The moment Bianca gets close enough, Levi throws a punch...but fails to connect as she steps back, avoiding the fist. But in a blaze of speed, Bianca launches forward and LEVELS Levi with a Burning Lariat!

CLARA OLSON: SICILIAN NECKTIE!!! The Killers can’t take people out like that until the end...and Survivors can’t attack Killers...but no one said about Survivors attacking each other!!!

Thorberg chuckles a hardy laugh.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Weak!

Bianca turns and looks at Aaronsson.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Come, sit with me young lady. We can finish this chest and move onto the next.

Bianca sits next to Thorberg and begins working on the chest on her side...as Lesley Adora slowly comes up to them.

LESLEY ADORA: Well look at this...you got me a GIFT!

Lesley stops, standing above Levi, who is on his back. He places his boot on Levi’s chest as a ref appears.

ONE!

Bianca McBride - 0

Thorberg Aaronsson - 0

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

LESLEY ADORA: So…

THORBERG AARONSSON: Go away or take a seat.

A spotlight flashes down onto Levi.

THORBERG AARONSSON: We want to finish this chest and move on. If you wait, I’ll tag him to let him. Otherwise...sit down and shut up.

Lesley laughs as Bianca looks at Thorberg, then gives Lesley an uneasy look. Adora takes a step towards them, instantly causing Bianca to jump to her feet and take off running. With shield in hand, Adora takes off after her. Meanwhile, Aaronsson just sits there working on the chest.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Pathetic.

ALARA ADAMS: Bianca should have just stayed there! It seemed like Lesley is hesitant to do anything against Thorberg...and she had been verified by The Murder Viking.

The camera follows Bianca as she runs through some of the rocks, large furniture items, and rubbish placed in the field to block the Killer...before she turns the corner into an area that only has one way in and out. With nothing in the corner except for what looks to be a tall dark green closet, Bianca turns to run back, only to come face to face with Adora.

LESLEY ADORA: I gave you the option to join me. And you deny me? I am the Ascension Champion...I am the path to enlightenment. I am the White Rose.

Bianca begins to back up slowly as Adora walks towards her, until she is side by side with the closet.

LESLEY ADORA: Any last words, my beautiful flower?

BIANCA McBRIDE: Pull here!

With a sudden look of confusion, Lesley looks away...then back to Bianca.

LESLEY ADORA: What?

Bianca reaches up and grabs a small lever on the side of the closet that reads ‘Pull Here’. She pulls the lever and the doors to the closet fly open.

ALARA ADAMS: IT’S CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!

Crash Rodriguez, former Fallout Ascension Division warrior, comes flying out of the closet and runs behind Adora...grabbing him around the waist. Crash lifts him up...VERTICAL SUPLEX. He rolls over, still holding Adora, and gets to his feet...ANOTHER VERTICAL SUPLEX! One more roll...back to his feet...A THIRD ROLLING SUPLEX!!!

CLARA OLSON: THE PILEUP!!!

Crash stands to his feet as Bianca takes off running.

ALARA ADAMS: WAIT! YOU CAN PIN HIM!!!

Crash drops down onto Adora, who is out of it...and smacks the ground for his own three count...before climbing back up to his feet. Since he is not currently on the active roster, his pin does not count...but he just showed that he could take on the Ascension Champion if he needed to!


CLARA OLSON: And that’s four chests open! Thorberg has yet to be pinned and neither has Bianca. Levi himself has only one pin against him. If Adora expects to walk out of this match as the winner, he better hurry up.

The camera cuts to where Levi sits as his spotlight goes out. Thorberg tapped him on the shoulder the moment he walked past him.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Good luck, piss-ant.

BIANCA McBRIDE: WAIT!

Thorberg turns around to see Bianca running to catch up, from the area she was just at.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Did you escape Adora?

BIANCA McBRIDE: Yeah. I set a trap on him.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Did you pin him for the title?

BIANCA McBRIDE: Wait...wha-...MOTHERFUCKER!!! I forgot about that!

Bianca turns and takes off running back from the area she came. Thorberg sighs, turns back around, and starts walking to look for another chest. Levi uses the chest itself, to stand to his feet and slowly follow behind Bianca.

ALARA ADAMS: I wouldn’t have done that, but that's me.

The camera cuts to show Bianca arrive at the area where she left Adora...and he is already gone.

BIANCA McBRIDE: SHIT!

Bianca turns around, only to take the edge of the shield to the face, splitting open a cut underneath her right eye. She falls to the ground and grabs her face as Adora drops down on her.

ONE!

Bianca McBride - 1

Thorberg Aaronsson - 0

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

A spotlight flips on and shines down onto Bianca.

LESLEY ADORA: Sorry, love.

Adora turns around and takes off as Levi slowly sneaks past where Adora was and walks over to Bianca.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Awww, did someone fuck off and get hit in the face?

BIANCA McBRIDE: Piss of Kirstein.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: That wasn’t very nice. And here I was going to tag you back into service. Looks like you’re stuck here to rot!

Levi laughs to himself and stands to his feet, turning around only to catch a boot to the midsection...causing him to bend over in pain.

LESLEY ADORA: Just because I hit her in the face, doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a lady!

With an upward motion, Lesley uppercuts Levi with the shield...sending him flying backwards and crashing into Bianca. Levi’s elbow accidentally catches Bianca, knocking her out BUT turning off her spotlight. Lesley smirks as he positions himself and drops down on BOTH of them.

ONE!
TWO!!

Bianca McBride - 2

Thorberg Aaronsson - 0

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

Two different spotlights kick out, one shining on Levi, the other shining on Bianca.

LESLEY ADORA: I’ll gladly take a two-for-one. Now...I just need to get Thorberg down.

Lesley grabs his shield and slowly begins to walk off.

CLARA OLSON: Wait...so what happens if he manages to pin Thorberg?

ALARA ADAMS: So, it falls into something similar to Pyro and Mason in the first Trial. If Lesley can take down Thorberg and pin him for the one count...then there would be no one who can tag ANY of the remaining survivors, thus leaving them all unable to move. And with none of the survivors able to get up from being downed, Lesley automatically wins.

We cut away to the camera following Thorberg, to see he has done a small circle and found has found his way to Levi and Bianca...who are both still laying on the ground with the spotlights shining down onto them.

THORBERG AARONSSON: How am I supposed to win, if you two are sleeping on the job?

Thorberg walks over and taps both Levi and Bianca on the shoulder. Almost immediately, their lights turn off.

THORBERG AARONSSON: Now wake up...come follow me.

Thorberg slaps both of them on the face, only causing Levi to shoot up to a sitting position. Blood drips from his nose and a gash on his chin.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Where the hell did that fake Messiah go?

THORBERG AARONSSON: Long gone. We need to go unlock this last chest, so I can get out and win this match.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: Sorry, Thorberg...you’re not winning this.

Levi jumps to his feet and begins raining lefts and rights into Thorberg...causing the Murder Viking to be more caught off guard, than hurt.


The sound of metal rings out as Lesley Adora hits Thorberg in the back of the knees as HARD as he could, sending Aaronsson down onto his knees. Levi takes that moment and unleashes a swinging back elbow into the jaw of giant.

CLARA OLSON: THE NEW WORLD!!!

Thorberg bends backwards slightly, his eyes crossing…

ALARA ADAMS: THE KISS FROM LESLEY ADORA!!!

Adora lands a hard discus elbow to the side of Thorberg’s head, finally driving the beast to the ground. Lesley looks up at Levi, who just stands there...and both men are trying to decide what to do. Lesley decides for them as he jumps on top of Thorberg.

ONE!

Bianca McBride - 2

Thorberg Aaronsson - 1

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

A spotlight hits Thorberg’s sleeping body.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: I’ll help you get rid of that big bastard...but get rid of this bitch first!

Levi points at Bianca, who still is out cold. Lesley crawls on the ground and pins her, hooking her leg. The same ref that just counted the pin on Thorberg, counts for Bianca as well.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Bianca McBride - 3 (Eliminated)

Thorberg Aaronsson - 1

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

At this time, Levi has tagged Thorberg...turning off the spotlight.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: NOW HIM!

Lesley turns and crawls back over to Thorberg and pins him, as a couple extra refs come over and grab Bianca in the background.

ONE!
TWO!!

Bianca McBride - 3 (Eliminated)

Thorberg Aaronsson - 2

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

Thorberg has a light shone down onto him again. His eyes slowly opened...but a little wonky.

THORBERG AARONSSON: ...you...you pieces…of elkhound shit…

Levi reaches over and smacks the man in the face, causing the spotlight to go out. Lesley gets onto his knees, but puts both hands on Thorberg’s chest.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Bianca McBride - 3 (Eliminated)

Thorberg Aaronsson - 3 (Eliminated)

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

CLARA OLSON: Woooooow, Levi Kirstein fucked Thorberg over BIG time.

LEVI KIRSTEIN: That’s what you get for thinking you can tell me what to d-

Before Levi could finish his sentence, chastising Thorberg, Adora launched up from his knees and landed a palm strike straight to the bloody nose of Levi.

ALARA ADAMS: INTO THE LIGHT!!! LESLEY, THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN, JUST POPPED LEVI, THE LAST SURVIVOR, IN THE FACE!!! LESLEY DROPS ONTO HIM…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Bianca McBride - 3 (Eliminated)

Thorberg Aaronsson - 3 (Eliminated)

Kagome Akaibara - 3 (Eliminated)

CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the SECOND Fallout X: Dead By Daylight Trial...AND STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION...LESLEY AAAAADOOOOOORRRAAA!!!

The pack of referees who helped Bianca, come over and look at Thorberg...before going over to Levi Kirstein, to pull him away. Lesley Adora picks up his shield, dusts himself off, then begins blowing kisses to the crowd.

ALARA ADAMS: Wow, what a trial! Happy to see the right man won!

CLARA OLSON: Well this was fun. I hope I get to take this chair more often, with you not having a partner.

ALARA ADAMS: I wouldn’t mind having a hot little redhead next to me.

CLARA OLSON: Oh, behave you!


There’s a break in the action of “Dead By Daylight”, allowing for a taped segment to be broadcast. In it, we see Fallout’s Trey Bouchet, wearing an ill-fitting sports jacket and tie, addressing the audience.

TREY BOUCHET: Greetings, Fallout Faithful. I hope you’re enjoying watching your favorite Honor Wrestling stars being turned into human spin art during the synergistically sinister “Dead by Daylight” supershow! Has your favorite Survivor made it out alive? Or are you one of those who roots for the Killer in these kinds of situations, and are glad they’ve achieved a one hundred percent plextermination rate? Either way, let’s hit the ‘Pause Button’ on this First Person Slasher and reveal the winner of the inaugural ‘Trey Bouchet Suplay of the Day Award’.

TREY BOUCHET: To recap, the ‘Trey Bouchet Suplay of the Day’ is given to the best suplex of a given Fallout event. This time we’re considering the ones done at the Gold Guts and Glory Pay Per View. Let’s take a look at our nominees:

Footage is shown from the GG&G show. We see The Los Angeles Outlaw Syndicate perform a capture suplex on Pandalike, hurling the masked luchador into one of the cages used in the Zookeeper Match. There’s a cut, and next we watch Lesley Adora herk Mason Destruction up in the electric chair position before plexecuting a bridging German suplex. Finally, Savannah Sunshine superkicks the Emperor Jason Long once, then again, and then dropping him with a wicked German suplex of her own.

The camera shifts back to a clearly persuplexed Trey.

TREY BOUCHET: Wow. I think this is a tough one to decide. Apparently y’all agree with me, voting ended in a three way tie, and as such it falls upon me to determine which one of these is the winner in our little Game of Throwns.

Bouchet strokes his lantern jaw in contemplation.

TREY BOUCHET: Syndicate disuplayed great accuracy by launching Pandalike into the cage, which was the overall objective of the match. The White Rose was able to put a much larger man in Mason Destruction up and over with his suplex. And Savannah Sunshine Bursting Jason Long’s Bubble like she did totally changed the direction of their title match. However, only one of these three suplexes determined the match’s outcome. Only one led to a pinfall and a title change. That is why the Trey Bouchet Suplay of the Day Award goes to Honor Wrestling’s new Ascension Champion. Congratulations Lesley Adora, your Awakening has paid out double dividends!





We find ourselves back on the field. The rain has started again and is coming down harder, although the fog has lifted a lot. We cut to see Clara Olson standing under a large pop up tent near the main part of the bleachers.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, this match is a scheduled Dead by Daylight Trial!

The fans cheer, excited to see more of what is ahead of them.

CLARA OLSON: This third trial will pit the Killer, Jason Long, against the survivor team of Havoc, Julius Fairweather, Slade Castle, and Rapture!

The fans explode, ready for this star-studded line-up.

CLARA OLSON: Just as before, it is the job of the Survivors to open five chests using the key ring they have been given. Once five chests have been open around the field of play, they must find the escape door and exit through it. The first one to do so, will be deemed the winner. BUT...it is the job of the Killer to pin all four survivors, three times each. The first only needing to be a one count, the second a two count, and the elimination pin a three count.

CROWD: A-SCEN-SION! A-SCEN-SION! A-SCEN-SION!

CLARA OLSON: Jason Long’s pre-chosen weapon is a razor-wire covered bat. And just like the first match, the Survivors can not touch the Killer, with exception of the traps laid out around the field for them to use. And with THAT being said...LET’S START THE SHOW!!!


The door to the makeshift box opens and out steps Jason Long, dressed in dark clothes and for once...has his shirt on.

ALARA ADAMS: Welcome back everyone! Thank you for coming to our THIRD Dead By Daylight trial...where we not only get to see the Prime-slash-Noble Champion running around the area...but we get the guest announcer of SAVANNAH SUNSHINE here with us. Welcome to the announcing booth, Savannah!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Wow, it’s so FANCY up here! You guys got flavored water, a little fridge for pop and stuff.

ALARA ADAMS: DeMarco keeps us nourished with drinks and food! Maybe before you leave the booth, you can put in an order for some good food. The waiter should be here by the break!

Meanwhile, the cameras have cut to show Julius and Slade working together, working on unlocking a chest.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: We take care of this motherfucker, then deal with the other four motherfucking chests.

SLADE CASTLE: Then what happens when we open all the chests and open the door?


JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Then it’s every motherfucker for themselves.

Suddenly, Havoc comes running up onto the two of them and sits down, pushing his way in between them.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: MOTHERFUCKER...there’s not much room here. I don’t know you THAT well!

HAVOC: Don’t start, Julius.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Motherf-


HAVOC: Listen, the sooner we get this shit done...the sooner we can leave. I don’t like being in a match where I can’t hit my opponent back.


JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Damn straight.

SLADE CASTLE: What a welcome this is for me, to Fallout.


JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: I’m sure that motherfucker DeMarco will think of more ways to fuck of your perception of wrestling. But for now, just get to unlocking!



The chest flies open as balloons pop out of it. Julius, Slade, and Havoc begin slowly making their way through the hard rain...keeping an eye out for Jason Long.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: THERE’S my man!

We cut to see Jason chasing Rapture around a large fallen tree trunk, before Jason swings his bat over the tree, causing Rapture to duck under...barely missing him.

RAPTURE: HA! MISSED-


SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: YES!

Rapture spoke too soon as Jason managed to swing back the other way, catching him in the back of the head, the razor-wire tearing at Rapture’s hood. Jason steps over the fallen tree and flips Rapture onto his back. The Prime Champion places a knee on Rapture’s chest and continues to look around, keeping his eye out for other survivors.

ONE!

Julius Fairweather - 0

Slade Castle - 0

Rapture - 1

Rapture slowly begins to groan as the spotlight hits him.

JASON LONG: Didn’t miss that time, did I?

Jason Long stands to his feet and quickly looks around, before going and hiding behind a closet that seems to have seen better days and is missing one of it’s doors, that has been placed next to a corner.

ALARA ADAMS: Does he honestly think this will-

Before Alara could finish her sentence, we see Havoc sneak into view, slowly walking and keeping his head down...while keeping his head on a swivel. He walks over to Rapture and taps him, causing the spotlight to go out.

HAVOC: Come on, man. The sooner we get this damn chests open, the sooner we can get the hell out of this stupid set-up.

Rapture sits up, only for Jason Long to come running out from behind the closet...razor-wire bat high in the air. He swings at Havoc the moment he gets close enough, but misses…


...And catches Rapture in the side of the head, instead. Rapture crumples as Jason puts his foot. On his chest, keeping his eyes on Havoc.

ONE!
TWO!!

Julius Fairweather - 0

Slade Castle - 0

Rapture - 2

JASON LONG: Want to try this again, old friend?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Oh, this might be a quick elimination.

Jason steps off Rapture and takes a few steps back as the spotlight hits Rapture again.

HAVOC: What the hell do you want me to do?

JASON LONG: Tag him again. Let me eliminate him. Then it’s between me, you, and the other two.

HAVOC: Whatever, man. You know I can’t fight back with these stupid rules.

Havoc reaches out and taps Rapture one more time, the spotlight turning off. Jason drops down and hooks Rapture’s leg as Havoc takes that moment to take off in the opposite direction.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Julius Fairweather - 0

Slade Castle - 0

Rapture - 3 (Eliminated)

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: God, I love this man.

Jason jumps to his feet as a couple refs run out and grab Rapture...lifting him up and starting to carry him off. As Jason looks around, we can see one ref off screen, reach their hand out and grab Rapture’s mask...pulling it off.

ALARA ADAMS: Gotta make sure that guy is okay. He took some hard hits.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Rapture seems like a decent guy. I’ve never really had too much interaction with him.

ALARA ADAMS: I’ve talked to him a couple times on the set of The Edge. Dude is a huge Horror-Cinephile.

The camera follows Jason Long as he starts following the direction in which Havoc came from.



ALARA ADAMS: Oh shit, that’s two more chests opened!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Come on, Jason! YOU CAN DO THIS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Well he better hurry. He may have eliminated Rapture, but he hasn’t laid a finger on any of the other three.

We stick with Jason as he slinks along the side of a larger makeshift shack and pops out the other side...only to stand face-to-face with...Rapture.

JASON LONG: Wait…

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: But he just eliminated him a minute or so ago.

ALARA ADAMS: I’m confused. Did Rapture wake up or something? Did he get away from the refs?

Rapture takes a step towards Jason and pulls out a knife. Jason looks at it and chuckles to himself.

JASON LONG: Were you just jealous of me being chosen as a Killer, when you wanted to be one? I’m sorry, man. That’s just the way DeMarco chose. Go talk to him if you have an issue with it. Otherwise, leave me alone...get the HELL out of my match...and take your silly little fake-ass plastic knife with y-

Before Jason could finish, Rapture lunges forward and plunges the very real, very sharp knife, into Jason’s abdomen.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: JASON!!!

Jason’s eyes widen in pain and in confusion. Rapture pulls the knife out and jams it into Jason’s side again.

JASON LONG: What...the...fuck…

Rapture pulls the knife out and plunges it into the Champion one more time before pulling it out and taking a step back. Savannah can be heard sobbing into her microphone.


Jason grabs at his side and pulls his hand away, covered in blood. He looks up at Rapture who takes the knife and wipes the blood off onto his masks...making two redd X’s over his eyes, as Jason himself falls onto his knees.

JASON LONG: You...son-of-a-...bitch...

Using the leftover blood, Rapture adds a smile to the mask...completing the redd smiley face and making sure Jason knows who REALLY is underneath the mask. As a bunch of referees run out onto the scene, the fake Rapture takes off running away from everyone.

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah, go…

The sounds of Savannah’s headset can be heard hitting the desk as she obviously is on her way down to the field or the medical area.


ALARA ADAMS: I know it doesn’t matter much, given the situation...but that means all five chests have been opened.

A spotlight shines on the door as our cameras cut away from Jason and to the door itself. Slade Castle is the first to get to it and instantly starts working on the locks.

ALARA ADAMS: One lock down.

Havoc comes running onto the scene and spins Castle around. He attempts a clothesline, but Castle ducks underneath it and lands a pretty hard uppercut to the rib section, then a harder left hook to Havoc’s jaw. Havoc stumbles back, Castle instantly advancing forward. Slade spins around…

ALARA ADAMS: VISIONS OF DELUSION!!! NO! HAVOC DUCKS UNDERNEATH THE SPINNING BACKFIST!!!

With Slade’s front completely open for attack, Havoc jumps in the air and grabs Castle around the neck...coming down with a jumping double knee facebreaker.

ALARA ADAMS: ClimaX!!! SLADE IS LAID OUT!!!

Havoc jumps to his knees and begins working on the second lock.


ALARA ADAMS: Havoc rips the unlocked lock off and tosses it. He throws open the door and takes a step forward…

But Julius Fairweather out of nowhere, grabs Havoc and yanks him out of the doorway. Havoc stumbles back again.

ALARA ADAMS: THE FOOT FUCKIN’ MASTER!!!

A vicious jumping roundhouse catches Havoc off guard and knocks him to the ground. He is still awake, but dazed. Meanwhile, Julius lands on the ground, gives one final nod to Slade and then enters through the open door. He grabs the door and shuts it behind him, a green balloon raising from each corner of the shack.


CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the THIRD Fallout X: Dead By Daylight Trial...JULIUS...FAAAAAIIIIRRRRWEATHERRRR!!!

ALARA ADAMS: While I want to cheer for that sexy chocolate man, I am worried for Jason Long and I hope everything turns out okay. Who knows how this would have gone if what happened hadn't happened. Savannah, I’m sorry you didn’t get to spend much time in the booth with me. Hope we can have you back soon.


We fade into a shot of one of the many locker rooms here at Arena Joondalup in Perth. Here, after zooming a slew of Perth Spirit and Joondalup Wolves posters hanging from the walls, the camera settles on a wall of wooden cubbies, each filled to the brim with duffel bags, wrestling gear, and other personal items belonging to the various members of the Fallout roster. In front of one of these lockers sits the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate, who's currently wrapping athletic tape around his right forearm and fist in preparation for his upcoming "trial." Wearing a white tank top, ripped-up blue jeans, and black Nike sneakers, the brash, cocky Outlaw has a look of determination and focus plastered across his face as he unfurls another foot of tape.

SYNDICATE: Are you still freaking out about this?

The camera pans to the left to reveal the frenzied profile of one JJ Kline, Syndicate's long-time friend and newly-signed agent. Wearing a tight gray suit with a matching blue tie, and with his brown hair neatly parted to the side, JJ's professional dress does nothing to distract from the emotion of panic that's clearly running throughout his body and mind. JJ paces back and forth across the otherwise empty locker room as Syndicate remains focused on wrapping tape around his wrist.

JJ KLINE: Am I freaking out? Of COURSE, I'm freaking out! You heard what Elena said - she pegs your chances of making it out of this "match," if you can even call it that, as "minimal"! How the hell am I supposed to get you a book deal and your own signature shoe if you're fuckin' DEAD?

Syndicate looks up at Kline, clearly annoyed by his demeanor and the distraction that it brings to the Los Angeles Outlaw's pre-match preparations.

SYNDICATE: You really don't have any experience in this business, do you?

JJ KLINE: Well, you know better than anyone just who I typically deal with. Basketball players, quarterbacks, pitchers, the works. In THOSE sports, if someone pisses you off, you have a little spat on social media - maybe a press conference or two - and call it a day, but here? Syd, the next time I see you, you may be in a hospital bed!

SYNDICATE: And why the hell does that matter?

Syndicate suddenly jumps up to his feet and steps directly in the way of JJ's pacing, stopping him in his tracks.

SYNDICATE: I've been here in Project: Honor for two months now, and what do I have to show for it? A few "solid" performances? A "Segment of the Week" award? Big whoop. I want success, JJ - REAL success. I want a win that will actually end up meaning something. I want a win that will put me on the map in this company and ensure that I am given the respect that I absolutely deserve. So if I have to go out there and take a few punches in order to make that dream a reality...then so fuckin' be it.

Satisfied, Syndicate sits back down and grabs the athletic tape once again, this time choosing to wrap it around his left hand. However, if the Los Angeles Outlaw's goal was to shut JJ Kline up, it doesn't seem to have worked, as JJ instead chooses to pull up a chair next to his client and speak directly to him.

JJ KLINE: Listen, Syd, as your friend -

SYNDICATE: We're at work, JJ. You're not my friend here.

JJ KLINE: Fine - as your agent, my advice would be to take yourself out of this trial before it's too late. I can go talk to Mr. DeMarco right now and we can get you out of this situation entirely...you know, "card subject to change," and all that. Then, once we're out of here, I'll get you all set up with a REAL match, with REAL wrestling, where you're actually allowed to get some offense in!

SYNDICATE: I don't want a real match, I want this. I want an opportunity.

JJ KLINE: There will be other opportunities, Syd -

SYNDICATE: And what if there's not, JJ?

Syndicate violently throws the roll of white tape across the locker room and turns to stare directly into the eyes of his talkative agent, JJ Kline.

SYNDICATE: You don't know what it's like to have everything ripped away from you in an instant. You don't know how it feels to be powerless as the world moves on around you. You simply do not understand the feeling of losing everything you've ever worked for. But I do, JJ. I know all of those feelings. And I will do whatever it takes - WHATEVER it takes - to make sure that another opportunity does not slip through my fingers. So you will NOT talk to Mr. DeMarco, you will NOT have me removed from this match, and you will sit here and wait until the trial is over before doing ANY official business on my behalf. Do you understand me, or do we need to start this conversation over from the beginning?

JJ Kline is completely taken aback by this speech; although the two have been friends for years, he's never truly seen this violent, unbreakable side of Syndicate before. With a glimpse of fear in his eyes, JJ is left with no choice but to agree.

JJ KLINE: Yes, Syd. I understand.

SYNDICATE: Good.

RING-RING...RING-RING...RING-RING

A phone rings from across the locker room, causing JJ Kline to breathe a sigh of relief. He hustles out of frame and answers the call, leaving Syndicate to stare daggers into the camera lens while his agent deals with other matters.

SYNDICATE: You may doubt me, Elena. You may believe me to be just another name in a long list of victims, each coming to their demise at the claws of the British Raven, but in this instance...nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah, I've got an ego, and yeah, I do say and believe that I'm the best goddamn professional wrestler on the planet today. You may interpret that to be a bit cocky of me, sure. But I believe that if you don't go into this industry thinking that you're the best, then you don't belong inside that squared circle, and tonight? I'm going to show you exactly why you should fear the name of the Los Angeles Outlaw. Because I don't stop fighting, I don't stop punching, and I don't stop shedding my own blood until I'm the last motherfucker standing in that ring. Sure, I may not be able to directly attack you in this trial, but that's completely fine by me. In fact, I welcome the opportunity to taste the knuckles of the vaunted Legacy Champion, and I'm sure you'd love nothing more than to provide me with that honor. Come on, Elena...give in to your hatred of cocky assholes like me and treat me with the respect that I so very much deserve. Or, stand there watching as the man that you call "predictable," the man that you say lacks that "edge" to be one of the best in the business, escapes this silly little trial before you have a chance to stop him. The choice is yours, but either way...I'm going to be the one coming out on top. Welcome...to the Syndicate.

Syndicate, softly smirking to himself, stands up from the metal folding chair and walks out the door of the locker room, ready to do battle in the final trial of the night.





One more time on the field, for our last Trial of the evening. The fog covers the arena, thicker than all three first three trials combined. The rain has become nothing more than a trickle, being more of an annoyance than a hindrance. We cut to see Clara Olson standing under a large pop up tent near the main part of the bleachers.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, this match is a scheduled Dead by Daylight Trial!

An explosion of cheering posp from the bleachers.

CLARA OLSON: This fourth and final trial will pit the Killer, Elena DeDraca, against the survivor team of Syndicate, Earl Boyde, Trey Bouchet, and Latoya Hixx!

CROWD: BRI-TISH-RA-VEN!


CROWD: BRI-TISH-RA-VEN!


CLARA OLSON: Exactly like the first three trials this evening, it is the job of the Survivors to open five chests using the key ring they have been given. Once five chests have been open around the field of play, they must find the escape door and exit through it. The first one to do so, will be deemed the winner. BUT...it is the job of the Killer to pin all four survivors, three times each. The first only needing to be a one count, the second a two count, and the elimination pin a three count.

CROWD: L-A-OUT-LAW!


CROWD: L-A-OUT-LAW!


CLARA OLSON: Elena DeDraca has chosen a specially made barbed-wire covered bat as her special weapon for the evening. And just like the rules have been all night, the Survivors can not touch the Killer, with exception of the traps laid out around the field for them to use. And now that the rules have been laid out...LETS SEND THIS SHOW OUT WITH A BANG!!!


The makeshift box that housed the killers in the first three trials, opens for the final time. Elena DeDraca, dressed in a black and orange outfit, steps out of the box. Her hair, matching the colors of her outfit, is pulled up into two ponytails and she has white makeup on her face with black lipstick. Placing the head of her barbed-wire bat on the ground, Elena surveys the area.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Oh, she’s really going all out for this...isn’t she?!?!

ALARA ADAMS: And WELCOME to the final trial of today’s special event! As you all heard, my special guest host for this trial, the Fallout General Manager himself, Christian DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Good evening, Alara. Been awhile since I stepped up to the announcer table. Glad to be here with such a talented individual.

ALARA ADAMS: And we are definitely happy to have you here, Christian.

Elena can be seen carefully walking through the fog, her head up as she tries to listen for the sounds of jingling keys. She slinks off into the deeper parts of the fog as the camera cuts to Latoya Hixx standing in front of a chest. She is staring down at the chest, not doing anything.

LATOYA HIXX: Open!

She still stares down at the locked chest.

LATOYA HIXX: OPEN!!

A kick to the chest, ends up being fruitless.

LATOYA HIXX: THE HOESKI SAID OPEN!!

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...keep it dow’…

Earl Boyde walks onto the scene and gets in between Latoya and the chest.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...ya gotta use them keys they gave us…

Earl pulls out his key ring...and begins smacking the chest with the key ring. When that doesn’t work, he begins to use the keys to try to pry open the chest. He tries and tries, until the key he is trying to use...snaps in half.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...maybe I’ll try this…

Earl lurches forward and begins to bite on the edge of the chest, gnawing at the end like a dog with a bone.

SYNDICATE: You bunch really are daft, aren’t you?

Syndicate walks past Latoya and pushes Earl out of the way, before taking his keeys and starting to work on the locks.

EARL BOYDE: ...hey boy...OOOOOOooooohh…

LATOYA HIXX: I don’t understand…

Syndicate looks back at Latoya, then holds up his key ring.

SYNDICATE: Keys…

He points at the lock.

SYNDICATE: ...lock…

Dripping with sarcasm, he takes a key and puts it in the keyhole of the padlock.

SYNDICATE: ...try…


Syndicate looks at the undone padlock.

SYNDICATE: Well, that was a lucky shot.

LATOYA HIXX: OH...I get it now.

Latoya takes her keys and grabs the next padlock. She sticks a key into it, but it won’t unlock.

LATOYA HIXX: Just a little bit...more…

SYNDICATE: No...NO...NO!!!


The key breaks off in the lock.

SYNDICATE: SON OF A BITCH!!! USELESS!!!

Syndicate stands up and starts to walk off…


CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: There’s one chest opened!

SYNDICATE: At least Trey knows what the fuck he’s doing.

LATOYA HIXX: HOLD UP!

SYNDICATE: NO! Don’t follow me!

Syndicate fades off into the fog as Latoya turns and looks at Earl as he is trying to unlock the lock Latoya broke her key off into.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy, m’keys ain’t workin’.

LATOYA HIXX: I think Syndicate was wrong. Keep trying to bite it!

Earl drops his keys and begins to gnaw at the lock again.

ALARA ADAMS: You really know how to pick th, boss.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Hey...Rock Johnson hires them. I just toss them in these crazy ass matches.

ALARA ADAMS: By the way. Any comments on what happened in the previous trial?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I...I honestly am speechless. Jason and I may have had our differences, but I don’t want anyone experiencing what JUST happened. Yeah, we bleed and we get hurt on Fallout...but Jason got stabbed! THAT’S RIDICULOUS! We will find who did this!

ALARA ADAMS: I think he showed us ALL who it was.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I got that idea too. It seems we may have to apologize to Kayden.

The cameras cut to Trey Bouchet, who turns a corner and runs face first into a fabric mannequin. He wraps his arms around it and suplexes it into the ground.

Before he could get off the ground, Elena appears from the fog and hops on top of Trey, hooking his leg.

ONE!

Earl Boyde - 0

Trey Bouchet - 1

Latoya Hixx - 0

Elena quickly is back to her feet as Trey sits up, looking confused. A spotlight hits him as Elena runs off, her bat gripped tightly in her hands.

ALARA ADAMS: Smart thinking there by Elena, taking advantage of the situation at hand.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Elena has done nothing but take advantage of the situations she has been presented with. That is how she is a two-time Legacy Champion. She uses her skill to assess the situation and her talent to take care of it as needed!

ALARA ADAMS: Damn skippy!

The camera cuts away to Latoya and Earl, still fighting with the first chest they were at. Teeth marks can be seen in two padlocks and the chest itself...but we now see Earl trying his keys on another one of the padlocks. Latoya Hixx is still standing behind him, looming over him.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...maybe Syndicate wa’ right.

LATOYA HIXX: I don’t know. Just hurry up, so we can open this chest.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...I’m trying.

Suddenly Latoya is pulled into the dense fog. We don’t see what happens, we just hear the ref…

ONE!

Earl Boyde - 0

Trey Bouchet - 1

Latoya Hixx - 1

Earl turns around and sees Latoya is gone, a spotlight kicking on to shine down onto her.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...where’d ya go?

Earl slowly crouch-walks into the fog, reaching out in front of him. Suddenly he touches her boot and the spotlight kicks off.

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...there ya are. Why’d ya leave?

Suddenly a black boot comes flying out of the fog, connecting with the forehead of Earl Boyde, sending him onto his butt. The next thing we hear is the ref again.

ONE!
TWO!!

Earl Boyde - 0

Trey Bouchet - 1

Latoya Hixx - 2

EARL BOYDE: hey boy...that wasn’ nice! We are on the same team!

Early sits back up as the spotlight kicks onto Latoya again. Once more, a boot comes out of the fog and connects with Earl’s forehead. This time Elena emerges from the darkness and lays on Earl.

ONE!

Earl Boyde - 1

Trey Bouchet - 1

Latoya Hixx - 2

Elena, quick to her feet, avoids the spotlight before it hits Earl.


CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And another chest open!

DeDraca looks at both Latoya and Earl, bathed in the spotlight, before turning and disappearing back off into the thick fog.

ALARA ADAMS: She seems to be doing this a little differently than the other Killers. Everyone else has been just going gung-ho. Elena is using the fog and stealth to hide and use it to her advantage.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Just a testimony to her intelligence.

The cameras cut over to Syndicate, the moment he taps Trey on the shoulder. Trey quickly jumps to his feet.

SYNDICATE: Come on. If we work together, we may be able to get some of these things done, while tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass distract DeDraca for now.

TREY BOUCHET: Sounds like a superb plexan to me.

Syndicate stops and looks at him.

SYNDICATE: What?

TREY BOUCHET: I said that sounds like a superb plexan to me.

SYNDICATE: Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with you people.

Syndicate shakes his head as he turns back around and starts walking, Trey following in his footsteps. They walk for a little bit before coming up on Latoya, Earl, and the dual spotlight.

SYNDICATE: Shit! Must have got disorientated in the fog.

Syndicate reaches down and tags Earl while Trey tags Latoya, effectively turning off both their spotlights.

SYNDICATE: Now listen to me...and listen to me carefully. Latoya, Earl...you two keep guard. Watch for anything. Trey and I are going to start working on another chest, since someone got over excited and broke a key off in one of these locks…

Syndicate turns to give a dirty look to Latoya, who just completely ignores it.

SYNDICATE: The closer we stick together, the easier we can get this done. I don’t like being virtually defenseless like this. It’s not my style.


Just as Syndicate finishes his sentence, the sound of a bat cracking into Trey Bouchet’s skull rings out. Syndicate looks to his right to see Trey face down on the ground when the Suplex Machine is suddenly is pulled into the fog. Then the referee sounds…

ONE!
TWO!!

Earl Boyde - 1

Trey Bouchet - 2

Latoya Hixx - 2

A spotlight flicks on over Trey, above the fog.

EARL BOYDE: ...HEY BOY…


Syndicate snaps his head to the left to watch Earl crash to the dirt. And just like Trey, he is pulled off into the fog as well.

ONE!
TWO!!

Earl Boyde - 2

Trey Bouchet - 2

Latoya Hixx - 2

SYNDICATE: FUCK!!!

Syndicate takes off to his left, away from Elena, kicking and slightly tripping over Trey’s unconscious body. Trey’s spotlight turns off just as one kicks on over Earl. A pool of blood had formed under Bouchet’s head. Syndicate saw it for a brief moment before he too, disappeared into the fog. For a brief moment, there is no movement...until we see a blood splattered Elena step over Trey’s body. She looks off towards the direction that Syndicate ran, before lifting her bat into the air and crashing it down onto the side of Trey’s face, ripping open a large gash on his cheek. She places one of her large boots on his face, digging the heel into his nose, as a ref comes into view.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Earl Boyde - 2

Trey Bouchet - 3 (Eliminated)

Latoya Hixx - 2

ALARA ADAMS: Fuck! She just keeps hunting them down!

Just as the group of refs come in to check on Trey, Earl’s spotlight turns off. Like an animal stalking it’s prey, Elena snaps her head in that direction and slips off into the fog. The camera tries to follow her…


...only to find her standing over Latoya’s body. She sits down on her chest as a ref slides into view, her head on a swivel as she keeps an eye out for Syndicate and Earl.

Earl Boyde - 2

Trey Bouchet - 3 (Eliminated)

Latoya Hixx - 3 (Eliminated)

Elena stands to her feet and cocks her head to the side again, trying to listen for the two remaining survivors. Suddenly Earl emerges from the fog and tries to swing a two-by-four at Elena, but the Legacy Champ ducks underneath it.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WOAH! Early, you dummy! That’s against the rules! He’s trying to get himself disqualified!

Before Earl can swing again, Elena lands a spin kick to the side of Earl’s jaw, causing him to drop the wood. He snaps slightly to the side, before slowly turning his head back to her. A headbutt from the Champ causes Earl to rear back, leaving some of DeDraca’s makeup on his forehead. Another headbutt splits open Earl’s forehead, causing the big man to start to look a little dizzy on his feet. Elena grabs the two-by-four and tosses it to him. He instinctively catches it, only to watch her run past him and into the fog, near where the chest was.

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy...you runnin’?

ALARA ADAMS: Where is she going? Is she going to chase down Syn-

Alara stops in mid-sentence as Elena can be seen coming out of the fog, hoping up onto the chest and using it to get some height. Earl brings the board up to his face, only to have DeDraca come flying down and pushing the board into his face with a front dropkick.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: GTSQ!!!

Earl drops to the ground, his nose no longer in the right position. Elena drops onto him and hooks his leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Earl Boyde - 3 (Eliminated)

Trey Bouchet - 3 (Eliminated)

Latoya Hixx - 3 (Eliminated)

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And now we are down to Elena and Syndicate.


ALARA ADAMS: Well, by the sounds of it...Syndicate wants to make this close. Three chests open now.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But with one person left, it’s going to be a struggle.

The camera cuts to Syndicate, who is now crouched down at another unlocked chest. He is frantically trying keys on the locks, but having just got there...none of the locks are open.


With some luck on his side, it doesn’t take long for him to find the key for the first lock. But then the luck runs out.


Syndicate stops trying to find the next key, the moment he hears a twig snap behind him. He slowly stands to his feet, dropping his keys on the ground. He takes in a deep breath and lets out a sigh.

SYNDICATE: You know, you have me at a severe disadvantage. I’m not allowed to attack you, without being disqualified. Yet, you seem to have wiped out the rest of the idiots they paired with me.

Syndicate turns around as Elena emerges slowly from the dense fog, her bat gripped tightly in her right hand.

SYNDICATE: Given a fair shot at you or at least putting me in a group with at least ONE other person with a brain cell...and this would have turned out WAY different.

ELENA DeDRACA: No...no it wouldn’t have.

Elena swings the bat, only for Syndicate to duck underneath it. She comes back quickly with a swing the other way, only for Syndicate to jump back away from the barbed wire. But that was his mistake, as he tripped backward over the chest, landing hard on the other side. He quickly turns over onto his hands and knees to get up...but Elena has already charged over and used the chest to hop into the air…

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!!!

ALARA ADAMS: ELENA JUST CURB STOMPED SYNDICATE’S FACE INTO THE GROUND!!!

Elena flips Syndicate over onto his back, hooking his leg for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

Earl Boyde - 3 (Eliminated)

Trey Bouchet - 3 (Eliminated)

Latoya Hixx - 3 (Eliminated)

CLARA OLSON: Your winner of the FOURTH...and FINAL Fallout X: Dead By Daylight Trial...Elena DeeeeeDRRRAAACCAAA!!!

Elena stands to her feet as a group of referees run in to check on Syndicate.

ALARA ADAMS: And JUST like that, Elena takes the final Trial of the night. What a FUN and eventful night, Mr. General Manager.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: This turned out almost as good as I had hoped. Thank you for sticking around all night through this, Alara.

ALARA ADAMS: Keep paying me that good money and I’ll keep giving you a show.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And on that...I need to go check on Jason, before I get into any trouble up here.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s never trouble if it’s welcomed.

And with that, Christian takes off out of the booth to go check on his Prime/Noble Champion.

ALARA ADAMS: Well folks, this has been fun. Thanks for joining us on Fallout Ten, Dead by Daylight edition. My name is Alara Adams and we will SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!!!


The scene cuts away from Elena standing victorious in the middle of the Rod Laver Arena, to the back halls of said arena. Our camera is pointed at a trash can, where we see the bloody clothes of Rapture being shoved into the top. We slowly pan out and we see the back of a familiar red hoodie. As we continue the panning, we catch the final movement of them sliding on the familiar red purge mask. The mask turns towards the camera and lights up as the lights in the area turn off.

We are left with the glowing mask in the darkness...two red X’s over the eyes and the creepy glowing red smile.

Fade to PH logo.