Backstage, Chuck Myles is walking through the corridors of the building, speaking with backstage officials. He comes towards a door, and takes a deep breath. He opens the door, to find all five potential new additions to the KFAD Elimination Chamber. In one corner of the room, Diabolos appears to be eating a sandwich; a bear sandwich. Bits of bear fur can be seen poking out of two pieces of bread, with pickles and onion adorning the meat. Theron Daggershield practices his magic; all the while, never keeping his eyes off of Fallout. In turn, Fallout keeps glaring at Theron; he offers a smug grin, holding the dice in his hand. Three security guards stand in between the two, ordered by Chuck himself. Jonathan Hyada shadow boxes in another corner of the room, throwing jabs at a bag. Ramparte sits upside down, holding himself by his feet on a railing, reading a copy of Paradise Lost. As Chuck enters the room, all of the wrestlers perk up, looking to the door. Chuck looks at all of these men in their element, and a scowl begins on his face.
Chuck:All right, guys, we have a winner.
The five men gather around, with the security officers still standing in between Fallout and Theron. Three of the five look to Myles with anticipation; Fallout and Theron can't help but stare at one another.
Chuck:It was a close decision, but the fifth participant in the chamber has been decided.
Fallout releases his stare on Theron... To begin celebrating. He raises his arms in the air, and walks towards Chuck Myles, pushing through the mob of wrestlers.
Chuck:And that participant will be... Theron Daggershield!
Chuck points to Theron, who looks almost surprised at the selection. Fallout is completely stunned.
Fallout:What?! That... That cannot be... There's no way that can be right, those morons!
Theron walks up, and walks over to Chuck. He looks him in the eye... But within a second, Fallout is standing in between them. The guards make sure to squeeze their way between the two, breaking them up. Fallout smirks as the officers keep them at bay, and starts to rattle the dice in his hand.
Fallout:Well.... Good luck out there... Kid...
Theron grits his teeth, as security attempts to guide Theron out of the room, before anything escalates. Chuck barks out, to Fallout.
Chuck:Hey!
Fallout turns around to Chuck.
Chuck:If you got a problem, there's an easy way to to deal with it. I was going to have two face off, but since Theron's in the chamber
Chuck looks over his shoulder, to look at the other three wrestlers.
Chuck:Why don't we have ourselves a little fatal four way match out there, tonight? Fallout, Diabolos, Hyada, and Ramparte. And the winner, gets a shot at the Elite X Champion, whoever they may be. Now, all of you, get ready!
Chuck leaves the room, as all three men look to one another. Ramparte and Hyada lock eyes, and Hyada... offers a handshake.
Hyada:Best man wins out there?
Ramparte looks into his hand... And spits in it. He walks away, as Hyada wipes the saliva off his hand. He gives a cross look. The officers, now that Theron is gone, saddle over to keep tensions from flaring. Hyada looks one in the eye.
Hyada:You can save him from an ass kicking now... But you won't be able to save him in the ring.
Chuck:All right, guys, we have a winner.
The five men gather around, with the security officers still standing in between Fallout and Theron. Three of the five look to Myles with anticipation; Fallout and Theron can't help but stare at one another.
Chuck:It was a close decision, but the fifth participant in the chamber has been decided.
Fallout releases his stare on Theron... To begin celebrating. He raises his arms in the air, and walks towards Chuck Myles, pushing through the mob of wrestlers.
Chuck:And that participant will be... Theron Daggershield!
Chuck points to Theron, who looks almost surprised at the selection. Fallout is completely stunned.
Fallout:What?! That... That cannot be... There's no way that can be right, those morons!
Theron walks up, and walks over to Chuck. He looks him in the eye... But within a second, Fallout is standing in between them. The guards make sure to squeeze their way between the two, breaking them up. Fallout smirks as the officers keep them at bay, and starts to rattle the dice in his hand.
Fallout:Well.... Good luck out there... Kid...
Theron grits his teeth, as security attempts to guide Theron out of the room, before anything escalates. Chuck barks out, to Fallout.
Chuck:Hey!
Fallout turns around to Chuck.
Chuck:If you got a problem, there's an easy way to to deal with it. I was going to have two face off, but since Theron's in the chamber
Chuck looks over his shoulder, to look at the other three wrestlers.
Chuck:Why don't we have ourselves a little fatal four way match out there, tonight? Fallout, Diabolos, Hyada, and Ramparte. And the winner, gets a shot at the Elite X Champion, whoever they may be. Now, all of you, get ready!
Chuck leaves the room, as all three men look to one another. Ramparte and Hyada lock eyes, and Hyada... offers a handshake.
Hyada:Best man wins out there?
Ramparte looks into his hand... And spits in it. He walks away, as Hyada wipes the saliva off his hand. He gives a cross look. The officers, now that Theron is gone, saddle over to keep tensions from flaring. Hyada looks one in the eye.
Hyada:You can save him from an ass kicking now... But you won't be able to save him in the ring.
