Fallout 045: "Viva La Revolución" || Results

- 045 -
”VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN.”

Live from Playas del Este in Havana, Cuba.
Monday 21st October, 2024.





The show opens up on the beautiful site of the Playa del Este in Havana, with this unconventional episode of Fallout returning to the show’s roots somewhat by taking place in a non-arena location. The ring is set up in the middle of the beach with the fans crowded around it behind the barricades. An entrance way has been constructed with a large screen and Natalie Rosenberg stands in the middle of the ring…

Natalie Rosenberg: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fallout! I have the duty of presenting to you the master of ceremonies for tonight’s show and SOLO commentator, ladies and gentlemen… please welcome ALLEN PRICE!”

[War || Hypnotic Brass Ensemble]

As the fanfare plays through the speakers, the crowd’s enthusiasm deflates into what can best be described as indifference. There is no abject hatred for Allen Price, but no one is screaming their lungs out for him either. The man himself then makes his appearance, dressed completely incorrectly for this location in a full blue pastel suit and suede shoes. Immediately, he complains about getting sand in his shoe and his wheelchair getting stuck on the terrain, but his anger quickly makes way for faux joy and he slaps hands with some fans in the front row.

In the corner of his eye, he catches an ‘ALLEN PRICE SUCKS’ sign which were a regular fixture at the early Fallout shows when he was a regular commentator alongside Jean-Luc Watkins. Price begins shouting and pointing at the fan holding the sign… and the fan is quickly lifted from his feet by a gargantuan man who is easily recognisable as FTN’s very own Big Dick.

With the fan escorted away, Price waves like the queen as he makes his way around the ring with a goofy smile on his face. He walks past Rosenberg who has left the ring and attempts to kiss her hand, but she pulls it away in disgust. Price takes the rejection on the chin in a very manly way before he scoots himself over to the announce table with just the one monitor on it this week. He puts the headset on his head and begins talking, not realising that it is not yet plugged in.

It is only as Price is half way through introducing the show, that someone runs into the shot and inserts the cord into the correct socket.

Allen Price: “-truly an honour to be back here on Fallout, I am very grateful to Jon Russnow for allowing me this opportunity to once again come through your television screens and into your homes. They say this is just like riding a bike, so I am sure that we will have no issues and you can all expect the premium level of commentary that you were used to when I was a regular fixture at this desk. Jean-Luc, I hope that I do you proud and I hope tonight in the main event you do me proud by BEATING THOSE NTR-SEHOLES!! YEAH! YEAH! NOW WHO’S SAYING WHAT THEY WANT?! HOW’S YOUR TRUCK DOING FUCKERS?! WOOOOOOOOOAW!”

[MEGITSUNE || BABYMETAL]

The Havana crowd on the Beach cheer as the lights around the stage begin to flash in tune to ‘Megitsune., the excitement reaching fever pitch for the true start of the show and the arrival of a potential future world champion.

Natalie Rosenberg: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the winner of Golden Opportunity 2024, the Kitsune Warrior, KAAAATSSUUUUU!”

The Havana crowd on the Beach cheer as the lights around the stage begin to flash in tune to ‘Megitsune.’ Katsu is seen on the stage, arms crossed with a duel “Fox Head” hand gesture as her newly won briefcase is at her feet, freshly customized. She has some casual clothes on, ripped jeans, and a stylish red top on. Then of course, her signature fox lucha mask, white with red trims. She spreads out her arms to signal some fire to shoot up from both sides of the stage. The Golden Opportunity holder quickly slashes her throat before picking her prize up and heads down the aisle way to the ring.

Allen Price: “Golden Opportunity, after a year off last year, is once again in play and this is potentially the chance for someone to win their first world championship. Katsu survived the Steel Roulette and with Nightfall off of the Pod, she has a world title match at any time of her choosing until the next Back in Business.”

After taking some time to high five and greet some of the fans, the Japanese star walks around the ring on the hard camera side and slides onto the apron. Leaning on the ropes, she holds her briefcase up and can’t help but smile. She enters the ring and heads to the top turnbuckle, holding her hand up with the fox-head gesture and tapping her briefcase with it.

Allen Price: “It’s been interesting to see her growth. Carnal Contendership 2023, 4th. Steel Roulette 2023, 3rd. Carnal Contendership this year, second, and finally, she could not be denied. Only 23 years old, but due to an early start to her career, she is already about 8 years in, it will be interesting to see her continued development with Golden Opportunity in play.”

Having finished her entrance to the ring, Katsu is handed a microphone from Natalie and her theme music fades. The young woman takes time to let her nerves calm, and the crowd chants-

“Let’s Go Katsu!”

*Clap Clap Clap*

“Let’s Go Katsu!”

*Clap Clap Clap*

Feeling ecstatic, Katsu gives a big hello.

Katsu: “Hello, Kon'nichiwa, Hola, this is Fallout and I am your Golden Opportunity holder, Katsu!”

She raises the briefcase up after playfully using some English with her native tongue and some Spanish for the Havana crowd.

Katsu: “Last Fallout felt like a long time coming. Not just FWA, but an entire career, one that at this point last year, I was beginning to question if it was possible. I was trying to force success. I felt split between being home in Japan, trying to compete with Cali, Ririko here, and to not neglect my singles career. I went until I ran out of energy and my body, mind, and heart gave up on me. So, thank you…”

The Japanese wrestler takes a deep breath, trying to maintain herself.

Katsu: “Thank you to any fan or friend who kept following me in Japan while I was away. Thank you for your support for me to return. Thank you for… for supporting me in victory or defeat, and to anyone who congratulated me after last week! You were a big part of my journey!”

Giving the crowd a bow, there is a cheer from the fans.

Katsu: “Now before I get to some important matters, I would make a mistake if I did not acknowledge the competitors who I had to fight to get this… Mike, if this was about who put in the most time in FWA, you would have gotten this because if there is a list of greatest to never be world champion, you would top that list. This will not be your route to the championship, not this year, but I hope to see you in that mix soon…”

The fans clap, giving some recognition.

Allen Price: “The young woman seems to be in a ‘giving’ mood tonight.”

Katsu: “Gabrielle, you have your title match, and you have been in my spot before. I was fortunate to team with you recently, but the next thing is to face you one on one. You have your Hall of Fame career. I know to build one of my own, I will eventually face you. Speaking of titles. Cyrus. I was not pinned at Back in Business. I have not forgotten, but in the end, you deserve that title. With Steel Roulette, we are even for now, but I know when we fight again, you will get the best of Katsu, and I will not be settled with things being ‘even.’”

The Japanese star goes through some of the more established members of the field, she goes to Trevor and Alejandro, two men who were in a similar spot to her on the roster.

Katsu: “And I know there will be people chasing me. Trevor, Alejandro, in a match where us three did not enter as top choices, we showed what the next wave of FWA is capable of! For now, I am one step ahead, but FWA’s future is bright if we can bring that level of passion in the ring! All of you, when we meet again, bring that fire because I would not have it any other way!”

Cheering, the fans appreciate the fire under Katsu’s voice. Even with the challenges of using her second language, she’s expressive.

Allen Price: “Katsu, not just giving her due, but is seemingly putting people on notice.”

Raising her briefcase up, Katsu brings it to the big subject on everyone’s mind. There’s a playful smirk on her face

Katsu: “And now, speaking of the future. I got this title match. Time, place, it is all mine and there are sooo many options.”

Tapping the side of her face, she hums.

Katsu: “But when… and how? Now that is the tricky question. We have seen people call their shot ahead of time. Some people rush in to secure a title at the last moment.”

Shaking her head, it is clear the Kitsune Warrior isn’t clear on what she’ll do. She looks down.

Katsu: “I have so much power with this one briefcase, but it is also so easy to make a mistake with it. I said it before and I say it again, I am done being ‘second.’ I have been in FWA long enough where just being involved in something is not good enough. I want to see the fruits of my labour. And I am not the same as Chris Peacock, or Nova, Gabby, or even Chris Kennedy. The good thing is…”

Looking up, she shows a slight smirk.

Katsu: “I have many months to decide… And the way I see it now, if Gabrielle and Jeremy are busy with their ‘playdate’ then it would be rude of me to interrupt-”

Winking, the Kitsune Warrior explains.

Katsu: “So consider Lights Out your ‘night off’ because afterwards, you are fair game. Instead, I have another idea for Lights Out, a show I consider my personal FWA Anniversary show because it was my first PPV. Let me explain what I am thinking-”

Allen Price: “Lights Out appears to be out of the question for a ‘cash in.”

Katsu: “After Lights Out, we have upcoming the Fallout Eliminator tournament, another opportunity for someone to fight for the FWA World Championship. Seeing I have my opportunity, it would be… what is the word, redundant to compete in it. But I know many people looking to participate in it are looking to make their own impression.”

Placing her briefcase on her chest, she uses it to ‘point to herself.

Katsu: “And I want to be sure that whenever I cash in Golden Opportunity, there will be no doubt that I deserve to be FWA World Champion! So this is my challenge…”

Putting her briefcase down, the YOKAI Death Squad co-leader looks into the hard camera and tries to speak as clearly as possible.

Katsu: “I want to fight someone, anyone, with a point to prove! At Lights Out two years ago, I was part of a match which gave championship matches to its winner. Four of us had an opportunity to show we could make it and different results came for each… But it kickstarted my FWA career in a way I could not see coming.”

Stepping forward, Katsu leans on the top rope.

Katsu: “So today, I will make opportunities! Lights Out whoever steps up, do not waste yours… チャンスを無駄にするつもりはありません.”

Dropping the microphone down, Katsu backs up to hold up her briefcase. The crowd gives a cheer as her theme music begins to play as she has laid out a challenge.

Allen Price: “The Kitsune Warrior, not content with just sitting at home waiting to cash in, she doesn’t just want a match, she wants to find someone as hungry as her at Lights Out. It is bold, and we’ll see how patient she is, but we will see what happens-”

Allen checks his headphones.

Allen Pice: “And I’m getting word from Jon Russnow, he says that he hopes to have a match signed for Katsu by the end of the night. So we’ll see as Fallout continues on the WC Network.”

Katsu exited the ring and headed down the aisle. She holds her briefcase up once more and heads to the back.



Blender.



[Spooky Scary Skeletons (Tombstone Remix) || Andrew Gold]

A big cheer goes up as the lights go out and the cheerful music begins to play. Some people in the crowd have glowsticks in their possession which they wave around before the drop to ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’ hits. Halloween Knight is the first one out for TR1CK OR TR4SH, dancing along to the rave music. Behind him is Juan Tothrefor who is not as capable when it comes to dancing but is happy to match his partner’s enthusiasm levels.

Natalie Rosenberg: “The following contest is an Elite Tag Team Tournament Redemption Bracket match! Introducing first, the team of Juan Tothrefor and Halloween Knight… they are TR1CK ORRRRRRRR TR4SH!!!”

Allen Price: “Dun-dun-dun-dun dah-da-dah… oh I’m supposed to be talking. Yes, wrestling fans the wrestling portion of our show is going to be getting underway with these funky dunky luchadors taking on Eternal for a chance to advance to Lights Out for a chance to face the greatest FWA World Tag Team Champions in history, my boys - you know them and you love them, don’t lie - FT-fuckin’-N!”

Halloween Knight thrusts his hips along to the music on the steel steps as Juan slides into the ring and does a quick head count of the fans in attendance.

Allen Price: “Trash Mammal conspicuous by his absence tonight, and Juan filling in. We saw from when these guys had hold of the Trios Championships that they can work as a team in any combination of the three and who knows, MAYBE THEY’LL GET ANOTHER SHOT AT THE TRIOS TITLES IF THEY’RE EVER DEFENDED AGAIN!”

The absence of Trash Mammal has not seemed to dim the energy always promised by Juan and Knight, who high five and speak in Spanish to discuss some final tactics as they settle in the ring and the environment returns to normal.

[Death Wish || Royale Lynn ft. Danny Worshop]

The lights of the arena are off as a clock ticks. A heavy fog begins to build around the stage. “Death Wish” begins to play with the intro and several spotlights dance around the arena until Royale Lynn whispers…

Allen Price: “What’s going on? A clock?!”

“Death Wish.”

Allen Price: “AH!”

A blinding white spotlight appears, illuminating Keres and Nova Taylor. Nova Taylor stands behind Keres who is keeling down, resting her arms on her thighs. Nova’s mask looks blank. Opening her eyes, Keres snaps her fingers and Nova Taylor helps her sister to her feet. Keres holds Nova’s face and whispers something to her before they break, walking down the ramp.

Natalie Rosenberg: “Introducing their opponents, “The Marionette Maiden” Nova Taylor and “The Daughter of Demise” Keres! Together, they are… EEEEEEEEEETERRRRRRRRRRNAAAAALL!!!”

The two walk through the fog on the stage, a spotlight keeping on them as several smaller lights dance around the arena. Keres takes the lead, not breaking contact with the hard camera. At the end of the aisle, the two split, with Nova Taylor walking to the hard camera side and Keres to the opposite side.

Allen Price: “These two chicks are freaky and not in the right way, people. If there is anyone on the FWA roster who could outspook Halloween Knight, I think we’re looking at them. The song talks about a death wish and you’ve got to have one if you dare cross the twisted sisters of Eternal.”

Keres pulls herself onto the apron and crawls her way into the ring as Nova Taylor slides onto the apron and gets on her knees. Keres stands behind Nova and takes off her mask, showing her sister’s expressionless face. There is a smirk on the Daughter of Demise as she heads to the middle of the ring, Nova rolling into the ring and standing by her sister’s side. Keres raises her fingers and-

Snaps her fingers.

As the lights shut off and the music fades.

When they are back on, Keres is sitting on the top rope and Nova is standing in front of her.

Allen Price: “That was very impressive! But now is the time for action! Who is going to advance to face Cinematic Universe-”

[End Of The Beginning || DJO]

The crowd reacts immediately as a certain theme belonging to a former FWA TV Champion makes a return so to speak and the fans rise to their feet to greet the duo that has made quite a stir in the tag team division recently, Aaron Harrows and Brooklyn Steiner!

Allen Price: “Speaking of the devils - here are the two men that did assist us in our noble crusade against NTR on Meltdown and also the team that the winners of this match will be facing at Lights Out!”

Aaron Harrows holds a large paper tub of fluffy popcorn drizzled with butter, cradled in his arm like it’s his prized possession. Lazily chewing on a handful, Aaron smiles as he waves at the crowd meanwhile Brooklyn has a beverage of his own though the type of the drink is hidden inside known only to Brooklyn as well as a phone in the other hand, clearly a bit distracted but he just nods over to Harrows. Inside the ring, there is palpable frustration on the faces/masks of the competing teams at the sight of their potential Lights Out opponents.

Allen Price: “That popcorn sure does look good. Apt, as well, I think the two visual media enthusiasts want to get themselves a front row seat for this match which promises to deliver the thrills of modern cinema without the overused visual effects of modern cinema!”

The duo then decide to start making that way to the ringside, Brooklyn wearing his classic entrance attire while Harrows is wearing a much more normal attire than we normally expect from him, just a normal jeans and bright yellow t-shirt combo. Harrows barely can manoeuvre his popcorn bucket much to the annoyance of Brooklyn who rushes Harrows along. This causes a stray kernel to fall, and Harrows watches it all the way to the floor like it's the saddest loss he's ever dealt with..

Allen Price: “…don’t tell me they’re coming over here. Oh no.”

But eventually he does get over it as the team makes their way to the commentary table. Allen Price, as expected, is not best pleased.

Allen Price: “What do the two of you think you’re doing?”

Aaron Harrows: “HEY ALLEN! Good to see ya, have we met? Let me just…”

He sets himself slowly in the chair next to Allen Price, the popcorn bucket resting on the top of the announce table. Brooklyn also grabs a spare chair so he can sit to the opposite side of Allen.

Allen Price: “Do you mind? The popcorns kinda in the way of the monit-”

Aaron Harrows: “Good question, Allen! We’re here for obvious reasons. You see this is not just because we want to scout ahead the future competition! This is all a part of a training course I have come up with, see…You know Konchu and Jean-Luc Watkins? Despite them NEVER being a part of a tag team together beforehand, they have somehow managed to be in the finals of this tournament but also somehow defeated me and Brooklyn over here to do so! And it led to me thinking..what have they got that we didn’t have in our match against them? That’s right, Allen. Experience at the commentary desk. This commentary desk clearly helps grant some magical stuff to the people before it and makes them better wrestlers. People other than you, Allen of course.”

Allen Price: “What?”

Aaron Harrows: “Sorry bud. You’re just kind of the anomaly here. Anyway WE ARE HERE FOR THAT STUFF. This commentary table will make us a better team and make us ready for any of these teams who want to challenge Cinematic Universe!”

Allen acknowledges that…interesting answer? Looking over to Brooklyn who has gone onto his phone and only looks up when it’s clear the attention is on him.

. Allen Price: “And you’re on board with this, Brooklyn?”

Brooklyn Steiner: “Anything that ends up with me getting some revenge on those NTR a-holes, I’m on board for.”

Aaron Harrows: “Yeah…Yeah he doesn’t like that he cost our team the match because he didn’t know how to not do wrestling moves.”

Brooklyn Steiner: “Aaron?”

Aaron Harrows: “Shut up?”

Brooklyn Steiner: “Yup.”

Aaron Harrows: “Can’t do that on commentary, I’m afraid, tag partner. But I can set up the first match of the evening!”

Allen Price: “Oh yeah? Oh YEAH? OH YEAH?! That’s MY job, actually, AND I’VE ALREADY DONE IT!”

With the excitement of having Cinematic Universe out to enjoy in the fun over, attention turns back to the ring where TR1CK OR TR4SH and Eternal are ready for the contest to get underway.



The fans are not happy at all with the finish and Juan seems to not care about the match result at all, instead covering his face. The referee is able to produce a towel for him to put over his head and Keres helps her sister back to her feet before the two of them laugh whilst inspecting the freshly ripped mask.

Natalie Rosenberg: “Here are your winners… ETERNAL!”

Allen Price: “First the heinous actions against Xperienx Xtacee on Meltdown and now the ultimate show of disrespect towards Juan Tothrefor and the lucha libre culture by taking his mask. It won them the match, but gentlemen, I think I need to warn you ahead of going up against these two.”

Brooklyn Steiner: “Seems to me like these two just need somebody to put them into their places. We’re just the guys for that. Don’t worry Allen, in the movies, the good guys always win in the end.”

Eternal are transfixed on Juan’s mask and they leave the ring holding it together but not before offering Harrows and Steiner a dismissive wave on their way out. Halloween Knight is back in the ring and he can be heard cursing at the sisters in between comforting Juan, who does everything he can to obscure his face.

Aaron Harrows: “Ah, that’s a shame for him. Well, despite everything, that was a mighty good first match to start off, wasn’t it Brook?”

Brooklyn Steiner: “Sure, those two teams just really proved that they’re the reason the FWA doesn’t show the people behind the hard cam.”

Aaron Harrows: “Will you stop? Come on, man. I know we’re fighting them soon but you know. Positivity! I can feel the vibes coming from the announcing table as we speak. The training is taking place!”

Allen Price: “You know what? At first I was a bit annoyed that you guys crashed my solo commentary gig but that was really fun! You guys are great, let's continue this!”

Aaron Harrows: “Yeah! That’s more like it! Hey by the way, while we’re on the subject of positivity! Let’s address something positively before we get to the next match because I’ve been messaged a lot on the interwebs. So you know last Back In Business right?”

Allen Price: “Yes, I remember it fondly. Any time Chris Peacock wins a match I create a new scrapbook-”

Aaron Harrows: “Great! So you know that I may have had a little incident with a container that belonged to you guys?”

Allen Price: “Yeah, the… you know container. I promised Jean-Luc I wouldn’t use the word on commentary tonight… standards and all.”

Aaron Harrows: “What are you trying to say?”

Allen Price: “Aaron COME on, we literally used hosefulls of the stuff, we had to put it somewhere when we were finished.”

Aaron Harrows: “Yeah but all of that…container. That wasn’t legit right? Just so the aud-”

Allen Price: “Usually, it isn’t. But since we used that against Best? It was completely legit. Only the best for our good friend Jeremy.”

It is at this point that you can actually hear the laughter of Brooklyn Steiner as he breaks out laughing at the expense of Aaron, the happiest we’ve seen Brooklyn this entire show. Aaron’s face remains completely stoic, slowly processing this information before suddenly.

Aaron Harrows: “.....You know what? Actually I’ve just realized, we have that thing Brooklyn! That thing! Would you like to look at the time? We need to go now!”

Allen Price: “Wait really? Are you sure?”

Aaron Harrows: “Yeah, sorry Allen! It’s just a really important thing that we have to attend to immediately!”

Allen Price: “But what about the energy and the training from the commentary desk?”

Aaron, suddenly in the rush to leave the premises, is already out of his chair as Brooklyn still has a slight smile as he also gets ready to leave.

Aaron Harrows: “I think we have enough to last us for a bit now, we should be good and that’s all because of you Allen, you helped us so much, you’re gonna do amazingly without us, thank you so much Allen. To quote Casablanca “Allen, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship”, goodbye!”

Brooklyn Steiner: “Yeah, this has been great, Allen. Thank you for this, see ya!”

And just like that, Cinematic Universe leave through the crowd leaving Allen Price all alone as he was at the beginning of the show. He sighs, and then stares blankly at the camera, not realising that he is supposed to be segueing into something else. We then fade away.



After our opening match, we cut to the backstage area (a large, temporary hut set up on the beach to house and facilitate the massive production), where Katsu walks down a long corridor. She is smiling beneath her mask, probably owing to the briefcase that she has in her right hand.

Allen Price: “Here we see Katsu, the Golden Opportunity briefcase holder, who we’ve already heard from earlier tonight. Perhaps on her way to see Jon Russnow about that match at Lights Out that she alluded to…”

The masked woman indeed arrives at the authority figure’s office door, which has a plaque reading his name on it. She takes a deep breath, as if somewhat nervous about what the pay-per-view will hold for her, and then lifts her hand as if to knock on the door…

… but before she can, the door opens, and another woman walks out of Russnow’s office. Katsu’s hand - clenched into a fist for knocking purposes - falls back to her side.

Michelle von Horrowitz stands in front of her. Dreamer slowly closes the door to Russnow’s office behind her, and then beholds Katsu with a gentle smile. The Kitsune Warrior’s own sense of serenity has been drained away somewhat by the sudden interruption. In an involuntary motion, she clutches the briefcase to her chest.

MvH: “Adorable… like a shield.”

Cutting a glare, Katsu puts her briefcase down and looks at Michelle.

Katsu: “You can never be too careful around here… What are you doing here, Michelle?”

The tone in the young woman's voice shows clear annoyance as she addresses Dreamer.

MvH: “What am I doing in Cuba? I’d never miss an opportunity to come to Cuba. I have a lot of friends here. As for why I find myself on this specific corridor, I’m just making it clear that more trios matches aren’t in my future.”

Michelle’s eyes linger on the briefcase again, but it’s not desire in her eyes. More disdain.

MvH: “I heard what you said earlier, and I couldn’t help but agree. You do still have a lot to prove, in my eyes as much as your own. That thing you’re clutching to your chest? It’s a ticket to your dreamers, tulip. It worked for Nova. It worked for Chris. Not so much Gabrielle, but… that’s ancient history. But holding the championship and being a champion are two very different things, and winning a match designed for losers does not prepare you for being a champion.”

Katsu: “Losers?”

The Kitsune Warrior takes slight offense at that term. She tries not to let her emotions get the better of her, but she looks at her briefcase. There is some truth to what MvH says. Someone holding a title and someone who carries themselves like a champion are two different things.

Katsu: “Michelle, I know you are trying to get under my skin a little, but I am glad you have ears and can listen. I still have more to do before I can think of ‘exchanging’ this for my title match. But there is one thing you are mistaken about. I am farther than you think. I know what being a champion means.”

Michelle's smile gleams. Trying to get under my skin. The younger woman spoke as though Dreamer hadn't succeeded.

MvH: “Relax, tulip. I meant loser only in the most literal sense. To earn your places in the chamber, you each had to lose to the Wolf, did you not? Just as Chris lost to the handsome man, and Nova lost to me. You would not be standing here with that briefcase if you had not been a loser in the Canal Contendership. I did not mean to offend. Merely stating facts. As for your tenure in your homeland: I have respect for what you accomplished there, and for what those accomplishments mean. I'm sure those belts across the sea looked very pretty on your waist, as they did mine fifteen years ago. But do not kid yourself: this is not the same thing.”

Katsu: “They are two different beasts. I learned that very fast.”

She plainly admits.

Katsu: “But it does not mean that they did not have meaning. I do recall when FWA was last in Japan, much of the roster left with scars. Tommy, Maddison, Brooklyn, I could go on. So something tells me maybe not everyone in FWA could do what I do.”

Some confidence, MvH thinks to herself. A slight smile crosses over Michelle’s face, as an idea forms.

MvH: “This all serves as a reminder. it’s been a long time since we last danced, tulip. I imagine you must have learned a few new moves since then. Moves that brought you here. But I’d quite like to see for myself.”

The Golden Opportunity holder’s eyes have not left The Dreamer. She does not feel any sincerity in MvH. She thinks back to the first encounter between them and the memory comes rushing to her.

Katsu: “Almost two years…”

Katsu mutters.

Katsu: “A lot changes. I will tell you this. Despite coming off my first singles title win, when I faced you, I was scared. I had a lot on my mind. I was hurt. I knew your reputation. I put Gabby as one of the best women in FWA history. I put you there too. I give that. Back then, I was not ready… I simply held a title. Now?”

Stepping forward, she looks up at MvH, with their slight height difference. The masked wrestler does not back down.

Katsu: “この夢想家は悪夢ではありません。I do not have that fear. Be careful what you wish for. See you at Lights Out, tulip.”

Having her challenge from earlier in the night answered, Katsu turns around and she walks off with her briefcase. A match is seemingly agreed upon for Lights Out, one which has not been seen in so long, it might as well be a fresh match. Technically, it was ‘Vampyra’ who fought MvH, not Katsu. A lot has changed.

MvH does not say a word, she doesn’t need to. The young kitsune took the bait. In the back of her mind though, she knows this will not be the same as before, but that intrigues her. Giving a slight smirk, Michelle walks off, having set the duel for Lights Out.

Allen Price: “Well, I will be damned. It’s agreed for Lights Out in Puerto Rico. The Golden Opportunity holder, the Sky Fox, Katsu, faces off against Dreamer, MvH. The first time in years.”



After an ad break, we cut outside the beach where some fans are still pouring in and getting their tickets scanned and getting in late. Two fans in particular are causing a bit of a scene as the line is moving more slowly in their lane. The cameras cut in to see two blondes. One man in a pinstripe suit and a woman in a white fur coat and sunglasses.

They are going through security about to get their tickets scanned on their phones.

They're surrounded by fans and cameras however, the fans in particular asking for autographs.

We get another angle and see the two are none other than FWA's Queen Bee, Blair Ravenwood, and the soon to be first ballot Hall of Famer Saint Sully. They are stuck between the metal detectors and where you scan your tickets, in a standoff with the ticket scanner in a yellow shirt and khakis. Behind her is none other than FWA's Jon Russnow who is standing firm with his hands on his hips.

Jon Russnow: "Suspended means suspended Ms. Ravenwood. You may not enter the stadium at all tonight."

Blair and Sully are both furious.

Jon Russnow was waiting at the gate the entire time, and was refusing to let them in. In reality, security spotted them on the cameras coming in and Russnow got there before they reached the gate.

Blair Ravenwood: "You can't do this! We bought tickets. We are paying customers!"

Saint Sully: "I am a Hall of Famer, Russnow! I've been in this company since before you were even anything! You have no right to keep me out of the stadium".

Jon Russnow: "We have every right to prevent anyone from being in the building if it's for security reasons."

Blair Ravenwood: "I work here. How could I not be allowed in? Security reasons? Come on..."

Jon Russnow: "You brutally assaulted a coworker after I deliberately asked you not to."

Blair Ravenwood: "And where was the suspension after she put my sister in a coma, one that Celestia still hasn't woken up from."

Jon Russnow: "That was within the sanctions of a match. What you did was after the bell had been rung. But this isn't up for a debate anymore Blair. You are persona non grata tonight. Serve your suspension with grace, and then return at Lights Out for your title match...without Saint Sully."

Saint Sully: "OH yeah that's another thing. How dare you ban me from ringside you slimeball. I am a licensed manager, and I have every right to be with my talent at ringside. It is a severe disadvantage for Blair to be out there with no manager, and you know that."

Jon Russnow: "Well, after you interfered in her last match as soon as soon as the bell rung, I had no choice. You may be in the arena at Lights Out, unlike tonight, but you may not be at ringside. If you appear at ringside, then Blair will lose via disqualification. Yes, you may be her manager, but you do not have any right to continuously interfere in matches."

Sully and Blair both look furious at Russnow.

Blair holds her phone up again showing the tickets.

Blair Ravenwood: "You better issue refunds for these tickets!"

Jon Russnow: "You're going to have to take that up with TicketMaster."

Russnow then coldly turns around and walks away. In his place are several large security guards. Blair and Sully still are both fuming as they realize they aren't going to be let into the stadium. Security ushers them out of the line, and the rest of the fans begin to continue getting their tickets scanned.

The cameras leave Blair and Sully standing in front of the entrance, angry and out of luck.



Katie Baxter is backstage standing by with Jackson Fenix, who is ready to head out to the ring for his match with Tommy Bedlam. Fenix is wearing his ring gear along with his maroon leather jacket he wears during his entrance.

Katie Baxter: ”Jackson Fenix, I know you have a lot on your mind and you’re focused on Tommy Bedlam tonight, but can I get a word on what you said about NTR on Meltdown?.”

Jackson Fenix: ”Katie, what I said on Meltdown about NTR I meant every word of it. NTR thinks that just because of who they are that they can run around and cause mayhem wherever they go and that they can get away with it, but they’re wrong, Katie. You see, I won’t stand for that, Nate Savage won’t stand for that, and a bunch of others here in FWA won't stand for it, and sooner or later NTR will get what’s coming to them. I don’t know if it’ll be in the Fallout Eliminator or somewhere else, but I promise you NTR will get their comeuppance courtesy of Jackson Fenix and The Undisputed Alliance…”

Katie Baxter: ”I would be remiss if I didn’t mention what went down at Meltdown with your friends Xperienx Xtacee, Monica, and Antonio, could you possibly give us an update on them?”

Fenix lets out a sigh before he gives an answer.

Jackson Fenix: ”Well, I spoke with Monica and Antonio, who are both not doing well themselves but they’ll be okay and they let me know that Xtacee is okay physically but they aren’t sure if he’ll ever be the same again after what Keres did to him.”

Fenix looks right into the camera with a serious look, there’s a fire in his eyes that hasn’t been seen in some time with him.

Jackson Fenix: ”Keres, I don’t know why you did what you did to Xtacee, Monica, and Antonio. I don’t know why you do a lot of stuff that you do around here but you messed with people that I cared about. You hurt people that I love and care for, and I know you’re around here somewhere listening and that’s fine because I want you to hear this.”

“I don’t know when and I don’t know where but I will get my hands on you for what you did to my friends, and you better believe that you will regret ever laying your filthy little hands on them. Now, as for tonight, I have Tommy Bedlam, the X Champion. I know this hasn’t been my year but tonight that changes. It’s about time I get back on track and a win over the current X Champion seems like a good place to start”

“This is for you Xtacee!”

Fenix says as he points to the camera before heading out to the ring…

Natalie Rosenberg: ”The following match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute-time-limit! Introducing first…”

[”Bow Down” || I Prevail]

Natalie Rosenberg: ”Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas, NV and weighing in at 210 lb…Jackson Fenix!”

Jackson Fenix walks out on stage as his theme song plays and throws his arms up to get the crowd hyped up as they cheer him on before he walks through the sand on the beach towards the ring.

Allen Price: ”Well, it appears that Jackson Fenix will be running solo tonight with no Nate Savage in sight. Also, bold words from Fenix in regards to NTR. It’s good to see someone else trying to take a stand against those jackasses!”

[”2001: A Space Odyssey” || Charlie Parra]

The crowd starts to boo now as the X Champion makes his way out. He plays up to the crowd too as a way to mock Jackson Fenix but the Cuban fans aren’t as receptive toward Bedlam as they were for Fenix.

Natalie Rosenberg: ”His opponent, from Sweetwater, TX and weighing in at 244 lb…he is the current reigning FWA X Champion…Hollywood Tommy Bedlam!”

Allen Price: ”No one with Bedlam either, which means I’m alone for this one…”

Allen suddenly lets out a yelp and nearly falls out of his chair, and after he adjusts himself he notices Bubbles the Clown behind him with his bike horn, which he honked in Allen’s ear.

Allen Price: ”Can someone get this clown out of here?! No, not me! Why would I call myself a clown?! No, I don’t need a new pair of pants!”

Allen continues to yell at someone in his headset while back in the ring we see Bedlam handing off his championship to referee Joey Ortiz, who then hands it off to the ringside timekeeper, and the bell is called for.



Natalie Rosenberg: ”The winner of the match…Jackson Fenix!!!”

Allen Price: ”Wow! I was not expecting that one, wrestling fans! Jackson Fenix with quite the upset win over the X Champion and that means the clown has left to join Fenix, thank god!”

Bubbles joins Fenix in the ring and gives Fenix a big hug, nearly taking Fenix down, and the two celebrate in the ring before leaving. Meanwhile, Bedlam is up and he’s not happy with this result as he berates the referee as the show rolls on…



The angelic children's choir fills the air and as eyes dart and look for the arrival of Captain Righteous flying in from above, the beloved hero emerges from the back at the top of the ramp.

Allen Price: ”Captain Righteous! And he isn't flying in his usual manner, I'd like to know how he does it!”

Righteous makes his way down to the ring, smiling with his head held high.

Allen Price: ”Explain to me how his hair is so perfect, his hair always perfect before and after his matches, and is he half the superhero XYZ is…oh is he pointing at me?”

Righteous is in fact looking at Anzu holding up a red gloved finger, wiggling it back and forth as he ducks between the ropes. Taking a spot at the center of the ring he pulls a microphone from behind his back from under his stars and stripes cape. The music fades and he raises the mic to his mouth.

Captain Righteous: ”I guess I don't need an introduction as I am the most trended subject of FWA history, it isn't a myth or rumor or gossip but literal facts…I am the most beloved superhero on this planet and in this business.”

Allen Price: ”Didn't he just lose to DUDE?”

Captain Righteous: ”Unbeaten and untested, a train that won't ever derail because I'm the best fucking train on the tracks!”

The fans boo and some cheer, the cheering came from the large MAGA crowd of course.

Captain Righteous: ”It's a hard pill to swallow, I know, I'd be mad if someone was better than me but that's just a theory! I'm the anomaly here and all I wanted was a rival…a true rival…someone to test my mettle and I thought I had found my dance partner, another true believing HERO! like me. Yet all I found was a sad broken, lonesome, crazy, skitzo, sack of shit…XYZ…the TV Champion, and..”

Righteous turns from a happy carefree hero to a serious and angry man.

Captain Righteous: ”X…I am far from impressed, you are the worst representation of what I am and what this business is! I tried to extend a hand and pick you up, tried to get you to see the belt that YOU fought so hard for means something, but you've squandered it pal! I've showed two belt wearers that I am the real deal and dammit I enjoyed it more than I should but that's what we call a culling! I've called you out X and for that I'm going to righteously fuck YOU UP! I'm going to strangle you with that false cape you wear and then when I take that title I'll beat you and all the weird fucked up voices in your head with it…from post to pillar buddy your ASS IS MINE TO DESTROY!”

In his anger Righteous had floated above the ring, his eyes were burning a bright red.

Captain Righteous: ”After you XYZ…it's the entire Fantasy fucking Wrestling Association…”

The choir of children hum Captain Righteous theme as he drops the microphone and rises above the crowd disappearing into the blue sky.



Backstage, our normal hi-def camera feed is cut, replaced by a grainy, static-infected old-style camcorder video. Our scene is the bowels of the backstage area, away from catering, management’s offices, and the wrestler’s locker rooms, far buried from any and all would-be prying eyes and passersby.

A collection of crates, barrels, and other various refuse has been arranged into a functional, if clearly uncomfortable, makeshift throne, a monument of cast-offs and forgotten affects. Sitting on this pile of rubbage is a man, with piercing sunken eyes, a grim countenance, dressed in black street clothes with an aura of regal menance, staring directly into the camera with purpose and venom.

The FWA North American Champion. The man who won a four-way match to win his second reign with this championship, not too dissimilar to how he won his first. His first championship win at FWA’s premier event, Back in Business, since his first match at the showcase back in 2016.

The Exile slowly rolls his neck as he begins to speak, “FWA’s become a chaotic mess since Back in Business. Even more so than it usually is. You see, chaos by itself is not a bad thing. It is through chaos that wrestlers are truly tested and legends are forged from the mess. Let me be clear…I never want to wrestle for a promotion that keeps a chained leash on its wrestlers to choke them for having an independent thought. I’ve said it before, but in the likely case that people need to be reminded after not listening to me for the hundredth time? A wrestling promotion is built on the strength of its wrestlers. Management, shareholders should never forget that.

“That being said, there’s a point where wrestlers need to be reined in,” Cyrus concedes, a scowl on his face broken only by the flashes of static. “Because there are those in our business that will abuse the concept of freedom for their own benefit to the detriment of the rest of us. That last episode of Meltdown? That should’ve never happened. That MESS should’ve never been allowed to air. But it did. Because a trio of malcontents with massive chips on their shoulders to match egos inflated by the FWA’s most prestigious participation award and a career bolstered by hype that’s never matched their accomplishments thought it would be funny to watch their peers fumble like trained monkeys for their amusement. Because management, tasked with holding onto the reins just enough to keep the cart from veering off a cliff, surrendered the helm to a group of terrorists because he didn’t have the balls to take a beating like he and the rest of the management team asks us to do every time FWA rolls into town. Hell, at least Jean-Luc is in the middle of the fray, showing a lot of the boys and girls in the back that he’s willing to at least take his ass-kickings like a man! Russnow?”

A low growl escapes Truth’s throat, the camera feed shuddering as if in response. There’s an aura of malicious disdain, one that has become all too familiar with FWA’s faithful. Evidence that’s clear as day that The Exile is angry, and is not uncomfortable with dealing with it in his own way.

“And because of all of this…because FWA has seen fit to give more attention to those who don’t deserve it and will abuse the excess time they get to the detriment of all, I find myself, once again, in a lawless wasteland where the scum rises to the top and chokes out the rest of us. Well, fuck all of that! I’ve been in FWA since 2016, and have fought and bled for my principles, for the very soul of professional wrestling. And I’m not about to let cowardly management and a bunch of malignant tumors tear down what I’ve shed so much blood to defend! And unlike so many in this company who pretend to legendary status, I’ve NEVER LEFT! I’ve been here! Through the struggles, through the turmoil, clawing and fighting for EVERYTHING that defines the very best in our sport.”

A slight curl in Cyrus’s lips turns into a knowing smirk as he tilts his head ever so slightly. “If anarchy is the name of the game these days? If management can’t or won’t cut out the cancer as their fans and sponsors go running for other promotions? Then I’ll just do it myself…again. And if the inmates run the asylum? Then they’ll have to answer to the Vagabond King. And it all starts with this…”

From the shadows to his right, pulled from an open box, Cyrus produces the North American Championship. Even with the low-definition feed and static, the championship belt looks pristine, glorious. It radiates its lineage throughout the years as Cyrus holds it up, obscuring half of his face as if to say that he and the title are one in the same. “This is the North American Championship. A title with as long and as prestigious a history as any in FWA, with countless reigns and champions that have built its legacy to match the World Championship…and perhaps, even at times, supersede it in its prestige. But…FWA management seems to be too busy acquiescing to terrorists and watching their wrestling program devolve into a caricature of a sketch comedy show that nobody finds funny to give their new North American champion a challenger for their next PPV. But the inmates run the asylum, right? So what’s stopping me from making my own challenge?

“At Lights Out, I’m going to walk down to that ring, and open the door for any would-be challenger to come and test their mettle against the Wayward Warrior. And unlike some other champions in this company? I won’t need an army of disposable soldiers to fight my battle for me…”

Cyrus slings the North American Championship over his shoulder and stands up from his makeshift throne. The camera feed goes full static…





We cut backstage to the loading dock where the cameras are focused on a maintenance guy pushing a large black cleaning cart for some reason or another.

The camera flips around to show the maintenance guy's face, and he surprisingly resembles FWA Hall of Famer Saint Sully. Well except for the mustache. This guy is basically an identical copy of Saint Sully, but with a mustache. Surely this is all just a coincidence as Sull- the maintenance guy continues to push the cart up the loading dock.

A security guard stops him before he goes through the main garage door.

Security Guard: "Hey you!"

The guy stops and looks a bit nervous, sweat dripping down his face and off his mustache.

Security Guard: "You know the rules, you have to show your clearance badge."

The security guard then looks around for a minute, and then flashes a card real quick.

The security guard nods and let's him through into the stadium.

The guy smiles as he continues to push the large black cart into the stadium and through the halls.

As soon as they're past the crowd of people and turn a corner in the hall, the maintenance guy stops the cart and takes out the same "badge" he flashed the security guard. It was just a Sheetz Gas Station rewards card. He tosses it in a nearby trash can, and rips off his mustache...IT WAS SAINT SULLY THE ENTIRE TIME! After the shocking reveal, Saint then knocks three times on the side of the cart. Suddenly a door opens on the side, and it's revealed that the Queen Bee is also inside! Blair and Sully both have a chuckle. After being refused entry with their tickets, they have somehow managed to sneak into the stadium.

Blair then begins to talk with Sully, still sitting inside the cart.

Blair Ravenwood: "I told you this would work. That idiot Russnow has no idea. Now, Cowboy Carter is somewhere backstage here. We're going to find him, and steal the X Championship. It'll be a huge momentum swing whenever we waltz into Lights Out holding the belt, and Bedlam walks out looking like an idiot."

Saint Sully: "I wanted to be out there for him fighting Fenix and cost him the fight, but yeah this will do well enough. I like Tommy, I do...but he isn't worthy of holding my X Championship. That is a historic title, because of me. And the only person I trust to live up to it is you babe. Not some guy who turns it into a Red Dead Redemption II cosplay. "

Blair Ravenwood: "Aww, thanks babe. I think when we do get Tommy's belt, we get a little spray paint and do a bit of a redesign? Maybe we get some glitter glue too...make the thing look like something little Trixie would've made at that Summer Camp we sent her to last year. Then if Tommy does get his little Wrangler © Title back, it'll look like it came straight out of the Barbie movie. "

Saint Sully: "You're so evil...that's why I love you. "

Blair and Sully share a cringy kiss on camera, just as a security guard turns the corner and sees Sully standing there with his back turned.

Security Guard: "What are you doing Daniels, talking to a mop?"

Sully quickly closes the cart door back up and turns around.

Security Guard: "Hey, wait a second...you're not Daniels...you do look familiar though."

Standing behind them is a poster of Sully and Blair, put up by Jon Russnow earlier in the night, with the words "NO ACCESS ALLOWED" above their photos.

Saint Sully: "Yeah I uh...worked a lot of gigs last year, but the union made me take some time off because of my back. I just got cleared after a six months to come back, so here I am...working a shift."

The security guard stands there looking suspicious, before suddenly smiling.

Security Guard: "Congrats on being back man. We're happy you're here."

Saint smiles and nods. The security guard is about to turn away, but suddenly Russnow turns the corner and sees Saint Sully. He shouts out

Jon Russnow: "That's Saint Sully! Cuff him!"

Sully quickly punches the security guard, and turns to run full speed. He takes off down the hallway, and he's followed by 10 different guards and Russnow. Suddenly the only thing left in the hallway is the camera man and the black cleaning cart.

Blair Ravenwood: "Hello? ....Hello? Is anyone out there?"

Blair tries to open the door, but she can't from the inside.

Blair Ravenwood: "Sully? Are you there?"

Suddenly, Blair hears foot steps and whistling.

The camera shows two pairs of cowboy boots walking down the hallway. It pans higher to reveal Tommy Bedlam jaunting down the hall and towards the cart. He looks at it confused, wondering why a cleaning cart was left in the hall.

Tommy Bedlam: "Huh...this isn't supposed to be here."

Being a good Samaritan, Tommy opens a nearby utility closet, and pushes the cart inside.

Blair Ravenwood: "Sully? Hey? HEY! Who is this! Let me out of here."

Tommy looks strangely at the weird cart and it's muffled noises before shutting the utility closet door shut and rubbing his hands together.

Tommy Bedlam: "There we go...took care of that safety hazard."

Tommy Bedlam walks away, whistling once again. The camera stays focused on the now locked utility closet, with the cleaning cart (and by extension Blair Ravenwood) inside.



Natalie Rosenberg: ”The following match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute-time-limit! Introducing first…”

[Life’s a Happy Song || The Muppets]

The boos are deafening as the FWA World Champion, “Your New Best Friend” Jeremy Best makes his way out from the back with a big grin on his face, waving to the unwelcoming fans. A solo sign in the crowd is spotted that indicates there is actually one Bestie in the house, however. Jeremy is joined by the Friendship Wrestling Alliance behind him, first Mejor Amigo followed by Sir Stache, Tonya Scott, and then finally the newest members - The Goodefellas.

Natalie Rosenberg: ”...being accompanied to the ring by Jeremy Best and the Friendship Wrestling Alliance, he is from PARTS UNKNOWN and is weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds… MEJOR AMIGO!!”

Allen Price: ”I must echo the sentiment of this crowd here in Cuba. Jeremy Worst and his crew of cronies deserve every boo they get.”

Jeremy leads the group down to the ring, circling the ring side area, waving to the fans before setting his sights on Allen Price at the booth.

Allen Price: ”Please… no… anything but this.”

Jeremy waves to Allen, making his way over to the announce booth, grabbing the free headset.

Jeremy Best: ”Allen! My old friend!”

Allen Price: ”I should sock you in the nose! Don’t you dare sit next to me.”

Allen bows up, putting up his fists, ready to try and take a shot at the champion, but Jeremy is quickly backed by Sonny Zucko and Johnny Murdoch. Price sits back down as Jeremy smiles, taking a seat as well.

Jeremy Best: ”See, I knew we could get along just fine together. And what a match this is going to be. A match to showcase my protege, Mejor Amigo.”

In the ring, Tonya Scott gives Mejor Amigo a prematch massage while the rest of the FWA flanks the ringside area.

[“Save Me”|| Lucana Coil]

The boos turn to loud cheers mixed in with some catcalls from the fans in attendance. She takes a moment to soak in the cheers, blows a kiss to the crowd and then marches down to the ring, keeping a close eye on Jeremy’s associates at ringside.

Natalie Rosenberg: ”...And his opponent, from Auckland, New Zealand, weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds, she is the “Caramel Goddess”.... GAAAAABBBBBRRRIIIEEELLLLLLLEEE MMMMMMONTGGGOOOOMMEERRY!”

Allen Price: ”Gabrielle Montgomery is no stranger to being ganged up on, but she certainly is wise to keep an eye on your little friends around the ring, especially after the attack on the last episode of Fallout.”

Jeremy Best: ”Hey, I offered Gabby the chance for a fun little playdate and she’s the one who didn’t want to play with me. I had some real fun games too.”

Allen Price: ”Well, she was certainly eager to get her hands on any member of the Friendship Wrestling Alliance and you chose your so-called ‘protege’ Mejor Amigo tonight. Does that mean Mejor Amigo is who you will have in your corner for the Friends with Benefits Match at Lights Out?”

Jeremy Best: ”Well, Allen, I… hey, not so fast! Oh you are a good little journalist aren’t you? Haha, but the truth is, I haven’t decided yet. I just have so many friends to choose from that it makes it a very hard decision. A problem Gabby certainly doesn’t seem to be having.”




Allen Price: ”What happened? I blinked and it’s over. What’d I miss? What happened, Jeremy? Did Amigo win?”

Jeremy Best: ”That’s not fair! She didn’t play nice!”

Natalie Rosenberg: ”The winner of the match…. Gabrielle!!!”

Gabrielle gets up to her feet as the bell rings and her name is announced…

AND SHE’S DECKED FROM BEHIND!

SONNY ZUCKO! One half of the Goodefellas is in the ring and has decked Gabrielle from behind with a BRASS KNUX loaded punch! Johnny is quickly in with him and the pair begin to put the stomps to Gabby.

Allen Price: ”Hey now! Now THAT is uncalled for!”

Jeremy Best: ”Now, now, Allen - you saw what I did. Gabby didn’t play nice with Amigo, so she needs to learn her lesson. Otherwise how is she going to learn? Go ahead, get in there guys! We got to help Gabby learn to be a better friend.”

Jeremy instructs Sir Stache and Tonya Scott to join in on the attack in the ring as Jeremy stands up and removes his headset. Mejor Amigo is slowly pulling himself up with the help of Tonya as Jeremy takes a microphone.

Jeremy Best: ”Oh my dear Gabby… Gabby… Gabby… you just couldn’t play nicely. This could be so much different. And at Lights Out… it looks like you’ll be by yourself. Just like you’re by yourself now…”

Jeremy climbs to the apron, watching on as Johnny and Sonny pull Gabby up to her knees so that Jeremy can talk to her directly.

Jeremy Best: ”You see… this ring is filled with people who are my friends. Real… true… friends. They have my back. And I have theirs. But you’ve spent your career with… more… how should I put this… having more… transactional friends. But in the end… it seems that ironically… there were no benefits to them.”

Gabby reaches out and kicks Tonya Scott, trying to fight back but is quickly overwhelmed once again by the sheer numbers. As good as she is, The FWA is like an army, a very friendly army, and Gabby is totally at their mercy while Best looks on with a big smile on his face, knowing there is no one that-


[“The Key, The Secret”|| Urban Cookie Collective]



THE ROOF COMES OFF THE PLACE-! Or it would, if beaches had roofs. As the incredibly 90s techno rave music sounds off for the first time in a year, and out of nowhere, running down the ring with a steel chair in hand is Lizzie Rose, No, not Elizabeth. This is Lizzie Rose, with her flaming red hair, her Brooklyn Dodgers jersey on, and 90s music sounding off like a shit new jack. She comes storming down the ring with her music blaring and swings it wildly. Jeremy Best quickly darts out of the ring to head for higher ground as Lizzie slides in.

DOWN GOES TONYA SCOTT-!

DOWN GOES SIR STACHE-!

A QUICK SHOT TO SONNY ZUCKO!!!

Johnny Murdoch attacks from behind to save his tag partner, but Gabby has recovered, takes him out, and throws him over the top rope.

Lizzie and Gabby are cleaning house!!

Allen Price: ”How about that?! Lizzie Rose is BACK! And I don’t mean Elizabeth!”

The FWA quickly get out of dodge and regroup on the ramp, with their leader, who looks absolutely stunned by this turn of events, and he's not the only one. Gabby looks at Lizzie wide eyes, as if not believing her hail mary of calling for Lizzie actually worked.

The crowd chant, "LIZZIE, LIZZIE!" As "The Rave" (Looks like we can call her that again) Stares at Gabby, the tension is palpable between them, with five years' worth of bad blood between them, a history of betrayal and rivalry that could explode at any moment.

Lizzie abruptly drops the chair and walks over to Gabby, her expression unreadable...
AND SHE EMBRACES GABBY IN A HUG-!!!

The crowd roars at this reunion, which can only mean one thing. Lizzie Rose is back.

Allen Price: ”This can only mean one thing! Not only is Lizzie back but she’s answer the call - she’s going to be in Gabrielle’s corner at Lights Out.. SHE is Gabby’s… Friend with Benefits!”

Lizzie lifts up Gabby’s hand in victory as they both turn and stare down Jeremy Best, who has the Friendship Wrestling Alliance behind him, licking their wounds. The smile is gone off Jeremy’s face as he sees what he will have to contend with at Lights Out staring back at him.



XYZ segment for Falldown

Cameras spot XYZ sitting alone on the Magic School Bus. He’s holding a clover piece of grass. Three clovers, not four. No luck. No fortune. Just one of a million pieces of clover he picked from the summer season and kept.

He twirls the cover in front of his eyes. It serves as a trance, captivating the FWA Television Champion into a drowsy state.

XYZ: “I hear these words from the Righteous of the Captain Clan. I hear him speak my name, say it with disgust, and spit on my grave.”

XYZ continues to twirl the clover in a circle mere inches from his eyes.

XYZ: “I cannot blame him. Who am I? Weak? Broken? Yes and yes.”

XYZ finally drops the clover to the floor of the Magic School Bus, which is otherwise deserted and depressing to gander at. X reaches back and grabs his FWA Television Championship belt, which he had slung on the seat like a pair of dirty socks needing to be washed. He plops the belt into his lap and looks down at it.

XYZ: “I thought these days would be better … feel better. They don’t. I am alone. Everyone … alone. The Menage have left me. My mom … a hoax, an actor, a paid part of a larger scheme. Kleio de Santos lost to me at Back in Business. She lost the Television Championship to me. She even lost Saint Sulley to Blair Ravenwood. But she still found a way to drive a stake through my soul.”

XYZ pauses and takes a deep breath.

XYZ: “Hurt people hurt people. That’s the saying. Kleio was hurt, and she hurt. I was a mere passer-by on her never-ending journey for acceptance, respect, and authority. I was just a ship passing in the sea of eternal sunsets. And now that she has taken down my branch with her devious hooks, I may never … see her again. I doubt I will. I must find a way to move on from her.

But how … how can I find a way to move on … from everyone and everything else that has happened? Who can I turn to when I am alone? I’ve never been alone. Not even on the worst night of my life. I’ve always had someone. Pets. Friends. Foster families. Doctors. Now … I am a floating debris inside a ship of carnival. I cannot save Jack. I cannot save Lucy. I will sink soon. One more raindrop and I will sink soon.”

XYZ stands up, places the championship belt back down on the seat in a neat and polite manner, and walks to the back of the bus.

XYZ: “Righteous of the Captain Clan wants for himself. He seeks for himself. But he is stronger, more confident, and more … righteous … than I am at the moment. Maybe than I ever will be. I fear for what I am about to lose, but I just want to gain back what I have lost already. Call me names, call me a butterfly. I am with no retort. But maybe by some miracle … I regain … what I have lost.”

XYZ then turns to face the camera one last time.

XYZ: “If the Menage are out there … listening … watching … I ask you to return to me. I am … sorry.”

Before the cameras turn off and XYZ turns around to presumably walk 10 feet to the very last row of the bus, his eyes lock onto something behind the cameraman. XYZ steps forward, his mouth agape. He has his trademark green cloth around his neck, and his spaghetti-string hair hangs over his ears and even his eyes.

XYZ points out beyond the camera, which turns to look. Nothing of note is in sight.

XYZ: “Is that …. That is … that is the dog.”

The camera again turns and looks. Nothing in sight. XYZ walks to the side of the cameraman and now is in the shot, looking out through the front window pane of the school bus.

XYZ: “That dog … the same dog I saw in the storm. The same dog I saw in Mississippi. That dog knows … something.”

XYZ turns back to the camera with his eyes so bugged he looks to be having a psychotic episode. He’s looking directly into the camera, no longer on the front window.

XYZ: “THAT DOG!!!”

His shouting causes the person holding the camera to step back. XYZ has a crazed expression. He then looks back out the window and his demeanor changes.

“It’s gone,” he says somberly. “Again.”



We cut backstage yet again to the same utility closet that we had seen earlier.

Inside is still the black cleaning cart. And inside is still none other than Blair Ravenwood who has been trapped in there from earlier.

After a few loud bangs, finally the door to the cart is kicked off. Blair's black shiny boots can be see in the air, as she swings them around and crawls out of the cart. She swings her hair back in her eyes and finds herself now alone in the utility closet.

Blair Ravenwood: "Ugh!"

Blair says as she jiggles the door open and pokes her head out. The hallway is empty, although in the adjecent hallway she can see Saint Sully sprinting past. He's still being chased by Russnow and the security guards. Blair shakes her head as she moves quietly in the halls.

Her plan is to continue her mission and steal Tommy Bedlam's X Championship.

She creeps through the hallway and makes it to the locker room that says "Tommy Bedlam up top. With a smile, she opens it up hoping to get her hands on the belt...

...but there's nothing inside!

Blair lets out a scream in anger.

Suddenly, Sully runs in and quickly closes the door holding his back up to it behind him.

He takes several deep huffs, after all that running.

Blair Ravenwood: "Where the hell were you?"

Saint Sully: "Oh you know, I missed the gym this morning so I figured hey, why not catch up on my cardio...I'VE BEEN GETTING CHASED BY THOSE GOONS!"

Blair Ravenwood: "Well, you left ME locked in that cart. And then I ended up in a closet somehow."

Saint Sully: "Oh I'm sorry babe."

Blair Ravenwood: "It's okay babe. I'm sorry too..."

Saint Sully: "We can't let them get to us. This is what they do. They see us as a power couple, and they know that we're going to bowl over everyone. So they have to do whatever they can to slow down our momentum. That includes these silly suspensions, and banning me from ringside. I mean the fact that we can't even come watch a show? Absolutely ridiculous. But it's not going to matter, because at Lights Out you're going to go out there...without me, you're going to beat Tommy Thunder, and you're going to become the new X Champion. And then you're going to find the physical therapy rehab where Trixie is learning to walk again, go in there, and rub it in her face that you're the X Champion...and that she's never going to get that belt, or any other back again. And if she even tries, you'll break her other leg. Then you're going to come back here, and you're going to wear that belt, you're going to beat all my records, and you're going to become the Queen Bee of the X division. Then, just like I did, you're going to win all the other belts too. This doesn't stop here Blair...have you seen the main event picture right now? Gabrielle is getting another title shot. Gabrielle. Katsu just won the Golden Opportunity Briefcase, and somehow Jeremy Best is still World Champion. You're better than all of those people...how do I know? Because I am coaching you, and I am better than all of them. You're going to be a World Champion someday, I can feel it Blair, and there is absolutely nothing that anyone is going to be able to do to stop it. They can ban me from ringside, they can give you suspensions, but there is no stopping us. "

Blair has tears in her eyes.

She gives Sully a hug.

Blair Ravenwood: "Let's get the hell out of here..."

Sully nods and agrees.

The two of them slip out a door on the other side of the locker room, hoping to avoid getting caught by Russnow and the security guards again.



Returning to the ringside area, ‘Gangplank Galleon’ can be heard playing in the background because the FWA World Tag Team Champions have joined Allen Price at ringside. Price beams proudly as his friends completely ignore him to interact with some of the fans positioned behind the commentary table. The sign autographs and let people hold the championships as Price gets on with moving the show along.

Allen Price: “Welcome back to Fallout, and IT’S TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT! The winner of this coming contest will face these two men for the FWA World Tag Team Championships at Lights Out… and be deemed the winners of the Elite Tag Team Classic. I don’t think it is a secret who I’m pulling for, and these two behind me will agree with me completely, there.”

[Army of the Night || POWERWOLF]

Natalie Rosenberg: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, with a thirty minute time limit… and is the final match of the Elite Tag Team Classic! Introducing first, making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds… ‘Baby’ Jean-Luc Watkins… ‘the Mad Wizard’ Konchu Hao… they are Vox Potentis!!"

Jean-Luc Watkins and Konchu Hao appear on the stage, accompanied by the Mad Wizard’s faithful homunculus. They look around the beach, at the fans assembled their, excited for this main event match-up. Hao looks over at Watkins, who offers his tag team partner a nod, meant to convey a self-assured confidence. The trio then begin on their way to the ring…

Allen Price: “Here come the tournament’s surprise package, who have made it all the way to the final, contrary to what many analysts predicted. Their path to this final saw them defeat Cinematic Universe in the first round and Trick or Trash in the semi-finals. They face their toughest test to date, though, in this final, with a team of former world champions standing between them and a shot at FTN at Lights Out…”

Alyster Black: “I think you mean a team of cu-”

Allen Price: “NO! You can’t say that on commentary!”

Chris Peacock: “He can’t say cum?”

Alyster Black: “A team of cum? That doesn’t even make sense, can you even hear yourself over there?”

Allen Price: “You can’t say cum either! Guys, I’ve gone the entire show without saying it once and now it has been said three times in the last ten seconds. You need… You need to behave yourselves!”

Chris Peacock: “How cum?”

Price’s audible groans are heard as Watkins and Konchu climb into the ring, with Epsilon remaining on the outside of it and applauding them. They look up at the stage as Hao’s music fades out, and is replaced by…

[What’s New Pussycat? || Tom Jones]

♫WHATS NEW PUSSYCAT?? WOOAAAHHWOWWAHHWOOOAAHHH!!!♫

Natalie Rosenberg: “And their opponents… at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty four pounds… they are Danny Toner and Nova Diamond… N… T… R!!”

Toner and Diamond appear on stage, and for once they are not accompanied by the rest of the NTR Dojo, such is their confidence heading into the match. The two immediately begin to walk down the ramp, their eyes locked upon their two opponents, already waiting inside the ring.

Chris Peacock: “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Alyster Black: “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Allen Price: “Our other finalists tonight have caused quite the stir in the FWA over the past two months. Many have deemed their actions controversial… and quite rightly so. But, nonetheless, they’ve made it here to the final, by defeating the Buddy System in the first round and Eternal in the semi-finals.”

Chris Peacock: “And then we made them look like assholes on their special wecial ickle wickle lickle show and we ruined it all for them. Wah wah wah.”

Alyster Black: “The fuck are you looking at, cumt?”

Toner waits at the side of the ring, next to the announce table, in order to enter into a brief stare-down with the FTN guest commentators. Eventually, after what are a tense few moments (especially for Price), Toner climbs the steps to join his partner in the ring.

Chris Peacock: “Asshole.”

They exchange a few brief words, and it’s decided that Diamond will begin in the ring, with Konchu electing to start things off for Vox Potentis. The official conducts his final checks as the music fades out and, eventually, gets our Elite Tag Team Classic final underway!



Alyster Black: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Chris Peacock: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET FUCKED!”

The crowd pops for the surprise win, with the camera quickly panning to Toner, who has just managed to get himself over the barricade but is now slumped against it, unable to get back to the ring in time to break up the count. Meanwhile, Jean-Luc rejoins Konchu in the ring, looking more surprised than anyone in the crowd. Hao climbs up to his feet as the official takes one of each of their hands, raising them in victory…

Natalie Rosenberg: “Your winners of the Elite Tag Team Classic, Volume Two: Jean-Luc Watkins and Konchu Hao… VOX POTENTIS!!”

Allen Price: “Wow… I’m somewhat speechless, fellas. I would’ve put the 1996 Chevy Impala on NTR walking out of here with the victory tonight… but that means that it will be Watkins and Hao who progress to Lights Out, where they’ll challenge for the FWA World Tag Team Championships against the two men sitting next to me…”

Only, they aren’t sitting anymore, having now stood up to enter into a brief staredown with the winners of the tournament. Konchu has climbed to the second turnbuckle of an adjacent corner, with Jean-Luc (and now Epsilon, also) standing awkwardly nearby him. The Mad Wizard points at the champions, before drawing the line of an invisible belt around his waist.

The champions, for their part, simply stare back at their new challengers, serious looks on their faces, recognising the task ahead despite their most dangerous foes failing to win the tournament. Peacock even goes so far as to offer the challengers a clap. Then, in unison, Black and Peacock lift their championships up into the air. Konchu nods his head, hops down from the apron, and climbs out of the ring. Jean-Luc Watkins and Epsilon follow swiftly behind.

Finally, Danny Toner has re-entered the ring, and Nova Diamond has climbed up to his feet. They look at each other, disappointment clear in both of their body language. They turn to face the champions at the announce desk. The show ends on the image of Chris Peacock laughing, as viewed from over the shoulder of Toner and Diamond.