FALLOUT XII | August 26th, 2021: Night Of Chaos

SWITCHBLXDE vs Guy


SWITCHBLXDE took no pity on Guy’s lack of wrestling experience. He started playing with Guy like Guy was a mouse and he was a cat. From slaps to the face, to pinfalls that SWITCHBLXDE pulled Guy up before the three count...SWITCHBLXDE just wanted to punish the poor Guy. After toying around with his food and getting no real response back, SWITCHBLXDE finally tired out of the lack of give-and-take and planted Guy with a Concussion (Knee to the back of the head) and a Twisted Faith (Swanton Bomb) for good measure.

WINNER: SWITCHBLXDE via Pinfall (5:02)


Ellie Quinn vs Rapture

This match featured Ellie Quinn raining down onto Rapture with forearm smashes, pam strikes, and european uppercuts...eventually driving the masked man to his knees. Before Rapture knew it, a Stigmata (Running Knee Strike) dropped him onto his back. Ellie dropped to the ground, flipped Rapture onto his stomach, and got the unconscious Rapture in a Texas Clovercleaf, applying unneeded pressure to the already injured man. Already unconscious from the knee strike, Rapture was unable to tap and thus the Referee had to stop the match.

WINNER: Ellie Quinn via Ref Stoppage (3:12)


We open up in the back halls of the Nippon Budokan. Standing at a table full of baked goodies, as well as lunch meats, cheeses, and various fruits and veggies...is Project: Honor owner Rock Johnson. With a plate that is already packed with strudels, sliced salami, and a few slices of loose roast beef, Rock begins eyeing up a lone slice of pie on a serving tray.

VOICE: Mr. Johnson, just the man I wanted to talk to.

Rock Johnson turns around and has to slightly look up at the towering Mason Destruction.

MASON DESTRUCTION: I thought you ran a better ship than this. I come in, tear up the Ascension Division...have an off night because some little pedo-shit keeps looking at my son with hungry eyes...then a faulty ladder causes me to lose a star-studded Main Event...and you FIRE me? What kind of shit is that?

Rock gently reaches out and puts his left hand on Mason’s shoulder.

ROCK JOHNSON: Woah...calm your tits, Chewbacca. Listen, I’ve seen what you did in that Ascension Division. I saw you take it, cradle it, and make it your own while Kasey was here and after she skedaddled off into the sunset. What I said at the last Fallout, about the person not gaining a pin was fired? Pure bullshit to get you four motivated to give it your all.

MASON DESTRUCTION: So wait...I’m...I’m not fired?

ROCK JOHNSON: Fuck that! Rock Johnson isn’t going to fire one of the biggest and best upcoming stars in Project: Honor. Especially not over what equates to losing over a broken ladder. Especially when it’s not one of DeMarco’s hair-brained match types. Between you and me…

Rock Johnson puts his arm around Mason and pulls him in, where they are close enough to hear each other whisper. Their faces are side-by-side as both men look at the floor in front of them.

ROCK JOHNSON: ...that man rakes in oodles and oodles of money. I mean, he is making me rich beyond my wildest imagination. His match ideas and crazy schemes, they make these Project: Honor fans pull out their wallets and THROW their cash at my vendors and ticket sales people. It’s amazing. But…

Rock loosens his hold as he lifts his head and looks around, before coming back to the secret pow-wow.

ROCK JOHNSON: ...the wheel is spinning, but that hamster is dead. His cord doesn’t quite reach the outlet. He is one coffee bean short of a-

MASON DESTRUCTION: I get it! I get it!

Rock Johnson pulls away from Mason and shoots him a dirty look.

ROCK JOHNSON: Don’t ever interrupt Rock Johnson again. But...of course you understand.

MASON DESTRUCTION: So basically after all of this, I still work for Fallout, right?

ROCK JOHNSON: That is correct. You, sir, are still one of my Warriors.

MASON DESTRUCTION: Awesome! Thanks, Boss. I may not have a match tonight, but I’ll keep a close eye on what goes on. Thanks again!

Mason slaps Rock on the back, then walks off. Rock Johnson waits for a moment before turning to his right where Fallout’s Director Of Weapon Placement, Chadwick Bundy, is standing...going over a few diagrams and talking into a headset.

ROCK JOHNSON: Hey...hey...buddy…

Chadwick looks up from his clipboard and covers up his headset’s microphone.

CHADWICK BUNDY: It’s Bundy, sir.

ROCK JOHNSON: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Um...who…

Rock motions in the direction that Mason walked off too.

ROCK JOHNSON: ...was that behemoth?

CHADWICK BUNDY: That was former Ascension Champion, Mason Destruction.

Rock nods his head.

ROCK JOHNSON: Oh...okay.

CHADWICK BUNDY: You fired him last week...after he lost the Main Event.

Rock Johnson stops nodding, turns his head slightly and looks at Chadwick, sporting the same dirty look he gave Mason earlier.

ROCK JOHNSON: Rock Johnson never fired anyone last week, Brady.

CHADWICK BUNDY: It’s...it’s Bundy, sir.

ROCK JOHNSON: Goddamn Fallout people…

Rock looks Chadwick up and down, shaking his head in disgust before walking off with his plate of food.


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


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

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

The shot of a display with replica Fallout Championship titles, shining brightly in a large locked glass case.

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

Above the Prime Championship Title is a large picture of Jason Long.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Above the Noble Championship, are two smaller pictures of Pyro and Havoc.

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

Above the Ascension Championship Title, is a picture of Slade Castle.

But for now I stand alone

Cut to an image of Slade Castle, Savannah Sunshine, Bianca McBride, and Valkyrie all standing on the infield of a baseball diamond. The Ascension Championship Title graphic hanging above their heads.

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

Flip over to show Elena DeDraca and Havoc standing side by side, across from Latoya Hixx and Earl Boyde.

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

Slide over to see James Ranger and Kagoma Akaibara one the left, Angelo Caito and Thorberg Aaronsson on the right, then finally Pyro and Julius Fairweather in the middle. Above them are the words 'Collision Course’.

Yeah, I was made to rise above it!

Fade out to see Jason Long standing across from Syndicate.

The Main Event image fades out to the words ‘EPISODE XII: NIGHT OF CHAOS’.

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

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

We cut to the backstage parking area of Nippon Budokan in Tokyo, where we're immediately greeted by the alarming sight of a red 2021 Toyota Prius screeching into the lot, its wheels leaving behind noticeable skid marks on the concrete floor. The car's headlights temporarily blind the camera as it hastily slides into a nearby parking spot, with two men stepping out of its doors shortly thereafter. First, JJ Kline, acclaimed Los Angeles-based sports agent known for not taking shit from anybody, along with the man that probably gives him more of that shit than anyone else: the Los Angeles Outlaw, Syndicate. The so-called "uncrowned Legacy Champion", wearing a black leather jacket over a black v-neck and blue jeans, pops the trunk of the car and takes out a red duffel bag, as JJ Kline - dressed to the nines in his signature blue suit - locks the car behind them. With their luggage collected, the duo strides across the parking lot towards the vicinity of our camera, where they're met at the door to the arena by Fallout's own Alyssa Nguyen.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Gentlemen, what are your final thoughts going into tonight's matchup against -

JJ Kline abruptly stops in his tracks and raises his hand towards Alyssa, cutting her off.

JJ KLINE: Ma'am, please, we don't have time for your silly questions. If you wish to hear my client's full opinions on tonight's main event, I'll direct you to the video that he posted on Project: Honor's website earlier this week.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Mr. Kline, I'm just trying to do my job here.

JJ KLINE: And I'm trying to do mine, so would you kindly get the hell out of our way before I -

SYNDICATE: Wait.

The Los Angeles Outlaw presses a hand on JJ Kline's right shoulder and gently pushes him backward, away from the Fallout interviewer.

SYNDICATE: You go on ahead. I'll handle this.

JJ KLINE: Fine. But if you don't get to that locker room in five minutes, Mr. DeMarco's gonna be filing a missing person report!

Kline pushes past Syndicate in a huff, leaving the Outlaw a bit surprised by his agent's brashness.

SYNDICATE: Hey, what gives? I thought we were buds!

JJ KLINE: We were, but then, you decided to drag me into professional fuckin' wrestling!

SYNDICATE: YOU GAVE ME THE CONTRACT TO SIGN - you know what, fuck this.

Syndicate shakes his head at the departing Kline and turns his attention back over to Alyssa Nguyen.

SYNDICATE: What can I answer for you? And make it quick.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Well, you're about to head into one of the biggest matches of your life against Jason Long, for the right to challenge Elena DeDraca for the Legacy Championship at Night of Honor. What are your thoughts heading into the fight, and are you feeling the pressure of stepping into that ring with the Prime Champion?

SYNDICATE: Alyssa, let me stop you right there. "One of the biggest matches of my life"? Come on, I expected someone like you to have done your homework before you started speaking with the Los Angeles Outlaw. You see, Alyssa, I'm not new to the spotlight. I've wrestled all over this Earth, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, to the middle of Times Square, to Rome and Brazil, and everywhere in between. I've sold out more shows on my name and brand alone than you can count, Alyssa, and I've won championships most often than most prepubescent teenagers have wet dreams. And I suppose that's the problem, isn't it? You've got all these people here in Project: Honor - Savannah Sunshine, Elena DeDraca, Mark Hunter, Pyro, Ozymandias, all of 'em - and from the moment I walked in here and looked at that roster, it's become abundantly clear that Rock Johnson doesn't know true talent from a copy of the Chicago Cubs starting lineup. Yeah, that's right, Rock Johnson got LUCKY that someone of my caliber was willing to sign a contract here, and now that I'm here, Alyssa, I'm ready to take this company by the balls and win some gold. That journey starts tonight, because I'm gonna put Jason Long's lights out in the middle of that ring, for the entire world to see. And then? We'll see if Elena DeDraca has what it takes to survive when the Los Angeles Outlaw is allowed to throw an actual punch.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Speaking of Jason Long, he went online earlier this week to say -

SYNDICATE: Sorry, I don't mean to keep cutting you off, but I need you to understand that I don't give a DAMN what Jason Long had to say about me. If he wants to go complain on Twitter and shill his t-shirts and his movie and all that, fine. Let him waste his life away while his prime competition is staring him dead in the face. You know, by most metrics, Jason Long is the perfect professional wrestler. He's got the look, he's got the talent, and he's got the gold to prove it. I respect that, I really do. But in the same vein, Jason also exemplifies everything that is wrong with this sport. He may disagree with this statement, but from my point of view, Jason Long routinely puts other material interests - his girlfriend, his brand, and his goddamn Twitter retweets - above what really matters in this business. Look back at Guts, Gold, and Glory: Jason has a chance to end the match, once and for all, by finally putting his dear Savannah down for the count with that barbed wire knee strike. But then, when she stands back up, in a moment that surely brought a tear to every man, woman, and children watching at home, Jason Long doesn't have the guts to finish the job, and if it weren't for Kayla Richards delivering the blow herself, Jason may have walked out of that event with NOTHING to show for it all. You can call that heartwarming and all that, but to me? That's just pathetic.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Are you saying it's "pathetic" to care about someone else?

SYNDICATE: Outside of the wrestling ring? I don't care, do whatever you want. Hell, after these trips out of the country every week, there's nothing I'd rather do at the end of it than go home and spend the night with my smoking hot wife in Los Angeles. But inside the squared circle, Alyssa? Nothing else should matter but finishing the job, getting paid, and winning championships, and even if he refuses to admit it, it's clear to me that Jason Long's got other priorities out there when he SHOULD be focusing on how he's gonna lose to the Los Angeles Outlaw at the end of the night!

The Los Angeles Outlaw switches his attention from Alyssa Nguyen to the camera, now staring directly into the lens as he works himself into a bit of a frenzy.

SYNDICATE: Jason Long! I know you're watching, and I know you're probably thinking of all the ways that you're going to rip me limb from limb out there tonight. Good. Think of all the thoughts you possibly can, Jason, while you have the chance. Because after tonight, after I drop you on your fuckin' neck with the No Signal, you may find that your brain went a little fuzzy, like it's not quite working right. Because I don't just beat people, I don't just pin 'em or make them tap out, I teach them exactly why they never should've stepped in the ring with me in the first place. You're no exception, Jason, and even though you may be the "Emperor" of Project: Honor, I think you'll soon find that there's a bit more resistance to your rule than you previously thought. Arik Holt tried to kill you, Jason, and tonight...the Outlaw is gonna finish the job. Welcome...to the Syndicate.

Taking a quick moment to snarkily smile at Alyssa Nguyen, Syndicate picks his duffel bag up off the floor and quickly leaves the scene.



Our view shows us in the lit-up Yokohama Stadium. The infield is littered with weapons ranging from trash cans, to two-by-fours, to wooden bats. We see four individuals, each of them standing on a base: Slade on home plate, Savannah on first, Bianca on second, Valkyrie on third. A familiar voice projects of the loudspeakers, flooding over the fans in the stands.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is a Baseball Diamond Ascension Championship Title Match! Slade Castle will be defending his title against Savannah Sunshine, Bianca McBride, and Valkyrie!

Fans pop in the stands.

CLARA OLSON: At the sound of the bell, the four competitors will be able to use any and all weapons to down their opponent. The first one to score the pinfall, will be crowned the Ascension Champion!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: AND ALL OF THEM RUN FORWARD TOWARDS THE PITCHERS MOUND!!!

Slade grabs a baseball bat and swings in, Savannah picking up a trash can lid and using it like a shield...blocking the bat strike just in time. Bianca grabs what looks to me a metal pipe and charges at Valkyrie...WHO PICKS UP A SLEDGEHAMMER AND BLOCKS THE STRIKE WITH THE HANDLE. Valkyrie quickly strikes back, planting the head of the hammer into Bianca’s gut. She lowers the head back down AND THEN COMES BACK UP WITH ALL HER POWER, CATCHING BIANCA UP UNDER THE CHIN AND KNOCKING McBRIDE ONTO HER BACK!!! Valkyrie drops for the cover…

ONE!
TWO!!

NO! SAVANNAH MANAGED TO GET AWAY FROM SLADE AND USED THE DENTED TRASH CAN LID LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SHIELD...THROWING IT AND CRACKING VALKYRIE IN THE TOP OF THE SKULL!!! Valkyrie stumbles back off of Bianca and growls at Savannah.

KAYDEN ELLIS: There seems to be...a fire...that I haven't seen before, in Valkyrie’s eyes tonight.

Before Valkyrie can act on Savannah, Slade Castle comes out of nowhere and tosses a cookie-sheet at Valkyrie. She catches it...AND EATS IT AS SLADE DROPKICKS THE SHEET INTO HER FACE, BUSTING OPEN HER LIP AND CAUSING BLOOD TO BEGIN TO TRICKLE DOWN HER FACE! Slade drops down for the cover, hooking her leg.

ONE!
KICKOUT!!!

Valkyrie tosses Slade Castle off and rolls to the right, popping up to her feet. Slade Castle rolls over and is up to his feet as well…AND BIANCA McBRIDE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A FOREARM TO CAST- NO! SLADE CASTLE DUCKS UNDER AND GRABS BIANCA IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY! Slade tosses her up...into a MIlitary Press...EXECUTION BY FORCE!!! SLADE CASTLE WITH THE MILITARY PRESS GTS ON BIANCA!!! Slade looks up towards Valkyrie again...AND VALKYRIE SPEARS HIM TO THE GROUND!!! WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT, SHE STRADDLES HIM AND STARTS RAINING DOWN LEFTS AND RIGHTS!!!

ALARA ADAMS: While those two are going at it...Savannah has snuck up...AND SHE DROPS DOWN ONTO THE UNCONSCIOUS BIANCA…

ONE!
TWO!!
TH-

NO! VALKYRIE HAS SAVANNAH BY THE HAIR AND RIPS HER OFF BIANCA, LIFTING MS. SUNSHINE UP TO HER FEET! Valkyrie grabs her and lifts her up...SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE PITCHER’S MOUND!!! She hooks Sav’s leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: God! Or should I say Odin! Valkyrie is like an uncaged animal out there!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Valkyrie up to her feet as Bianca seems to slowly be coming to.

Slade runs over and grabs Savannah, turning her around...AND HEADBUTTING HER SQUARE IN THE FACE!!! Savannah stumbles back as Slade picks up his bat...AND CHARGES VALKYRIE! Valkyrie reaches down and grabs her sledgehammer...lifting up AS SLADE COMES DOWN WITH THE BAT!!! VALKYRIE BLOCKS IT, BUT IT SHATTERS THE HANDLE OF THE SLEDGEHAMMER AND LEAVING HER WITH THE HAMMER’S HEAD A SMALL BIT OF HANDLE.

ALARA ADAMS: Um...do we call her Tho-

KAYDEN ELLIS: No!

ALARA ADAMS: But it looks like she is holding Mjol-

KAYDEN ELLIS: NO!

Valkyrie uses the broken handle part to swing at Slade, causing the Ascension Champ to step back...AND RIGHT INTO SAVANNAH SUNSHINE, WHO JUMPS ON HIS BACK AND GRABS HIM IN A HEADLOCK, TRYING TO CHOKE OUT THE CHAMPION!!! Meanwhile Valkyrie turns around and sees Bianca haphazardly stand to her feet. Valkyrie grabs the metal trash can lid and holds it like a shield in her left hand, swapping the hammer to her right hand.

ALARA ADAMS: OH COME ON...LET ME SAY IT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: NOOOOO!

Behind her...Slade flips Savannah off his back...INTO A SITTING POSITION...AND NOW SLADE HAS HIS OWN REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD ON SAVANNAH...TRYING TO MAKE HER SUBMIT TO THE LIGHTS OUT!!! BOTH WITH THEIR BACKS TO VALKYRIE AND BIANCA. Bianca notices the battle ready Valkyrie and runs past her and the others...now standing in front of Slade and Savannah...looking at the weapons on the ground. Bianca grabs a barbed-wire covered two-by-four. She grips it and turns around...

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!!!

VALKYRIE GOES RUNNING UP SLADE’S BACK...JUMPS UP INTO THE AIR..AND COMES DOWN WITH A PHENOMENAL FOREARM TO THE TEMPLE OF BIANCA McBRIDE!!!
KAYDEN ELLIS: MJOLNIR!!!

ALARA ADAMS: FUCK YOU, KAYDEN!!!

The ref is checking on Savannah, lifts her hand up into the air as a secondary ref runs over and drops down for Valkyrie’s pin attempt!

ONE!

Savannah’s arm hits the dirt...

TWO!!

Savannah’s arm hits the dirt again…

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

SAVANNAH’S ARM HITS THE DIRT AGAIN!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: IT’S TOO LATE!!!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner by pinfall...AND NEW ASCENSION CHAMPION...VAAAAALLLLKYRRRIIIIIEEEE!!!

Valkyrie stands to her feet, as a third ref runs in and hands her the Ascension Championship. She looks at it and raises it into the air as a mixture of mostly boos and light-hearted cheers pour down out of the stands.





Fingers have already started ripping away tape that had been wrapped around her wrists as she heads backstage after her match. After the last shows shenanigans, she's got her guard up as she glances around with a weary eye. Almost out of thin air as she walks around a corner, Alyssa Nguyen is seen waiting at the Yokohama Stadium locker room door. Savannah jumps slightly, one hand on her chest as Alyssa wears an apologetic glance.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Hi, Savannah. Sorry for scaring you. I was just wondering if we could have a few words with you?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: It's fine, you didn't scare me. I just wasn't paying attention. Still a little woozy after that match. What's up?

Savannah is clearly not in her normal state of mind as a blank look is on her face. Alyssa nods, microphone held in her clutches as she frowns slightly.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: How are you feeling after the last show? I'm sure you're still a bit on edge, yeah?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Not on edge, I just don't want to end up with a knife in my back. Literally.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Right. I'm really sorry about that. Who knew Arik was capable of-

Savannah sighs, eyes rolling a bit at Alyssa's words as she moves a hand out to cover the microphone. She whispers something to Alyssa, muffled by her own hand, and Alyssa nods after giving Savannah the microphone. With Alyssa moving out of the way, Savannah's focus is solely on the camera now.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Everyone keeps asking me the same thing. How are you feeling? What's going on in your head? Trust me when I say, you really don't want to know what's going on in my head. The last thing anyone wants to hear is any of that.

She lets out a chuckle, but there's not a bit of humor behind it.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: However, I do have some things to say. But, I'll make this quick because I'm tired and I-- Yeah. Yeah, okay.

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose momentarily.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: At Night of Honor, I will be putting an end to Arik Holt. One way or another, I will be the one walking away victorious. He's spent far too long running amuck and hurting people. Not just people I care about, but people who have been innocent in his sick little games. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. He thinks he has some sick little moronic claim on me because he "helped" me? No, no. That's not it at all.

She pauses, licking over her lips for a moment. There's a certain darkness that swims over her eyes, barely noticeable unless you pay close enough attention.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I didn't need him to help me do anything. He chose to do that without me even asking. He hurt the people I love, he hurt my-- he hurt my family and I'll be damned if I let his reign of literal terror continue. At Night of Honor? I'm bringing my very best and I will walk away with Arik Holt's blood on my hands and zero remorse. You can bet on that.

Without another word, she drops the microphone to the floor. Feedback filling the air as she walks away.


Earl Boyde can be seen walking through the backstage area with a big bag of weapons in a cart. Timothy Daniels would stop him in his tracks.

TIMOTHY DANIELS Earl, what are ya doing?

EARL BOYDE Hey boy, I’m just heading off into the match.

TIMOTHY What’s in that bag, boy?

EARL BOYDE Hey boy, oh, just the screwdrivers, my kendo stick, trash can lids and even…

Earl would proceed to try to say knife, but he stopped himself. He thought of something on the fly.

EARL BOYDE A large soda...

Earl would walk away and would head off to the match.



CLARA OLSON: All four competitors of the Parking Lot Brawl are already in the Parking Lot and ready to go. The first team is Elena DeDraca and Havoc, the second team consists of Latoya Hixx and Earl Boyde. Now let’s head to the Parking Lot where the ref is ready to get the match under way.

We’re in the Parking Lot where Elena DeDraca, Havoc, Latoya Hixx and Earl Boyde are ready to go underway with the ref being the only other one present. The action for those in the arena was going to be up on the tiatron with the commentary team still able to do their job too. The team of Elena and Havoc are standing opposite the team of Latoya and Earl as the ref signals for the beginning of the match.

ALARA ADAMS: This is going to be a brutal match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yes and I’m looking forward to it.

ALARA ADAMS: As I was saying. This is a brutal match and I’m looking forward to it too.

KAYDEN ELLIS: *eye roll* The match is now underway.

It’s Havoc who is the first one to spring into action as he uses the car behind him as leverage as he jumps off it with his foot hitting Earl with Dead Trigger (Running Knee Strike) only it wasn’t a Running Knee Strike but more of a Springboard Knee Strike. This sends Earl to the mat as Elena just stands there with a smile on her face. Latoya, is the one who approaches Elena who still hasn’t moved from the spot she started in. Latoya goes to punch Elena who still in the same spot grabs the arm of Latoya and hits an Arm Drag on her into the side of the car.

Finally Elena moves from the spot and just looks down at Latoya and shakes her head as Elena steps back and sizes her up. Earl was still out as Havoc notices what Elena is doing and both Elena hits her Flight Of The Raven (Curb Stomp) on Latoya manages to pick up and throw the steel chair underneath. This causes Elena to drive Latoya’s skull into the steel chair with a sickening thud that busts Latoya’s skull open. Elena turns to thank Havoc who signals one moment as he starts to see Earl stirring.

ALARA ADAMS: Elena and Havoc are in total control.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Elena going to thank Havoc whose noticed Earl has started to stir.

ALARA ADAMS: As I was saying...

KAYDEN ELLIS: Shut up Alara. You were done talking. Not sure what’s got into you but it isn’t always about you. Sheesh!

Havoc walks over to Earl, by the time Havoc has got there, Earl has managed to get to his feet and runs at Havoc going for a Big Boot. Havoc has other ideas and opens the car door as Earl still manages to hit the Big Boot on Havoc as it goes straight through the window sending glass everywhere. Havoc falls to the floor as Elena has evil intentions as she sneaks behind Earl and hits his remaining leg with a Chopblock. Earl falls to the floor in absolute agony with both legs now still with the other one that went through the window resting partly there as he lay on the floor.

ALARA ADAMS: Ouch! I did say this match was going to be brutal. You may talk now Kayden.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I didn’t realise I needed your permission to talk. *eye roll again* Of course it’s going to be brutal, it’s a Parking Lot Brawl, not one of those boring Cricket Matches people watch for some reason.

Elena quickly looks down to check on Havoc who was lucky not to get any glass in his face, all he got was a little cut to the cheek just below his feet. Latoya is back to her feet and climbs up on top of the car, jumping off and hitting a Dropkick to the back of Elena. Thankfully Havoc is with it enough to see it coming and catches Elena from hitting the floor and pushes her back to her feet. Latoya is shocked by this but doesn’t have time to do anything as Havoc hands Elena a Tire Iron and Elena swings it and hits Latoya in the bottom of the spine sending her to her knees in agony.

Both Havoc and Elena are on their feet now as they grin at each other before hitting a Superkick at the same time on Latoya either side of her head. With Latoya laid out on the floor both Havoc and Elena grab a leg each of Earl’s and pull them apart as far as they can as the screams of pain from Earl can be heard. Havoc jumps up onto the car and looks down at Latoya who is starting to stir. Havoc jumps from the car and hit’s Twilight Blitz (Diving Foot Stomp) on to Latoya and rolls through onto his feet.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc must have just stomped his way right through The Hoeski there.

KAYDEN ELLIS: She’s The Hoeski, she is used to having her holes filled in any way.

ALARA ADAMS: You disgust me!

KAYDEN ELLIS: As I was saying. *Mimicking Alara*

Grabbing hold of Earl, Elena helps him up to his feet. Havoc comes over to help as Elena gets up on top of the car and with the help of Havoc manages to get Earl up on top of the car too. Havoc stands there watching on with a smirk as Elena too has a smirk on her face before she hits Earl with Revelation (Cradle DDT) from the top of the car to the concrete below. The sick thud as Earl’s head made contact with the concrete was enough to concern the ref who rushed over to check on Earl. With the aid of Havoc, Elena is back to her feet as the both head over to Latoya and pick her up to her feet. They both drop Latoya with a Double Suplex before Havoc locks in Day of Reckoning (Liontamer) and Elena locks in Pale Horse (Kimura Lock) as Latoya’s screams of pain ring out through the parking lot.

ALARA ADAMS: Latoya has a set of lungs on her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: All the better for… You know what I’m not even gonna go there.

The ref is quick to rush over to see what is happening and kneels down asking Latoya if she gives up but just gets a “No, Hoeski.” Which leads Elena and Havoc to add more pressure now as the EMT’s attend to Earl. The ref watches on as Latoya slowly fades out and signals for the end of the match as Elena breaks the hold. Havoc is the one who takes longer to break the hold he has but eventually he does.

CLARA OLSON: The winners of this match due to SUBMISSION… ELLLEEENNNAAA DEEEDDDRRRAAACCCAAA and HAAAVVVOOOCCC!!!


Fade to the back after watching Elena and Havoc destroy Latoya Hixx and we are standing beside Christian DeMarco, who is standing outside his office talking to Chadwick Bundy and pointing out things on his paperwork. Christian pats Chadwick on the shoulder then turns and opens the door to his office...stopping dead in his tracks when he sees Arik Holt sitting in his chair, with his feet up on DeMarco’s desk.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: You...you have a LOT of fucking nerve, Arik. Sitting-

Arik interrupts.

ARIK HOLT: Get your panties out of a bunch, Christian. You can’t tell me that YOU were blind to this whole situation too, can you?

Arik removes his feet from DeMarco’s desk, plants them on the floor, and stands up completely...straightening out the jacket of his gray suit.

ARIK HOLT: You can’t tell me that Christian DeMarco, the madman behind Fallout, could fall for something as simple as me just not talking. You can’t tell me that you didn’t have any suspicions behind my whole ‘magic’...

Arik puts his hands together and arches them.

ARIK HOLT: ...routine. Or did you fall for it? Did I fool that little mind of yours?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I trusted you. I took you under my wing and I helped you. When wrestling didn’t seem your thing, when I watched you fail at the Purge Match...I was the one who brought you on as my Assistant.

ARIK HOLT: Oh...Christian…

Arik tutted at him, disapprovingly.

ARIK HOLT: I expected more from you. With as warped as that mind seems on a daily basis, I figured that if you would have just paid attention...if you would have just handled things yourself...you would have figured it all out. And now? Now I’ve scared away Kasey Winterborn. Now I’ve almost killed your Prime Champion. Now I am standing a few weeks away from having your former Noble Champion grovel at my feet.

Arik leans in towards DeMarco’s face, only standing three inches shorter than him.

ARIK HOLT: Now I am a mere call away from pulling off my biggest magic trick yet.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Savannah will never grovel at your feet, Arik. No matter what sick sexual fantasy you have with her...it will never come true.

The man formerly known as Redd smirks, leaning back away from DeMarco.

ARIK HOLT: It was never about that, Christian. Savannah deserved so much more than Jason and I was intent on showing that to her. But it was people like you...people like Kit...people like Nathan...who kept standing in my way, trying to further distort the truth from poor Savannah. And now...now she will pay for the fallacy that you have all painted in her head.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: And I’m going to laugh when she busts that bald head WIDE open.

ARIK HOLT: Maybe, DeMarco. But after I am bandaged up, stitched up...and possibly stapled up...I have another ace up my sleeve.

Arik walks over to the door and opens it, still looking back at DeMarco.

ARIK HOLT: The games aren’t over yet, Christian. But you rest your little head, because I’ve got all the pieces almost right where I want them.

Arik gives DeMarco a finger wave as he exits the door, shutting it lightly on the way out. After a second or two, Christian grabs his computer monitor and in a fit of rage SMASHES it against the wall.




Back from commercials, we find ourselves in DeMarco’s office again. His monitor still lay in pieces on the floor as we see him sitting at his desk looking at paperwork. There is a hard knock at the door.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Holt...if that’s you, I’m going to crack open that bald skull like a fuckin’ egg.

The door opens and in steps Lazarus Arjen and Charon Seede, also known as The Massacre.

LAZARUS ARJEN: Not Arik, but I like the way you think.

DeMarco smirks as he stands to his feet.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Lazarus, Charon...good to see you gentleman.

LAZARUS ARJEN: So we got word you needed our expertise. Who do you need us to take care of this week?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: No one this week. Mark Hunter knows better than to step foot on Fallout again. But with you both standing on the side of Team DeMarco...I wanted to introduce you to the other three members. After all, Team Darling is building for this little five on five...we need our strong ones too.

Another knock at the door and everyone turns to see Ellie Quinn and SWITCHBLXDE standing in the doorway. Lazarus smirks.

LAZARUS ARJEN: Oh, things are getting a little Killjoy up in Fallout, now.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I figure you two have had your fun in Kingdom Pro...why not bring some of that fun here to Project: Honor. At least for one match, that is. And I hope you all watched SWITCHBLXDE make a mockery of Indy Darling’s hire, Guy, earlier.

SWITCHBLXDE: That boy doesn’ even belong in a wrestlin’ ring. He was a lil’ bitch.

ELLIE QUINN: So that is four of us. Isn’t this match supposed to be a five on five?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yep. And that’s why I was happy to see this man roaming the halls of my establishment once again.

DeMarco points to the door and in steps the Deathmatch Backyardigan, Mason Destruction. Mason nods towards his new teammates.

LAZARUS ARJEN: Holy shit, does Rock Johnson know that we’re going to kill someone during Night of Honor?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: If not, he better make sure his insurance policies on you guys are all covered. I chose all five of you for your violent tendencies and craving to make people suffer. And at Night of Honor, I want you to do just that. And if you five DO win...I will make sure you are rewarded properly.

SWITCHBLXDE: How so?

MASON DESTRUCTION: Oh, trust him. He’ll make sure you’re taken care of.

SWITCHBLXDE: Bet!

A creepy smile crosses DeMarco’s lips as he looks at the five members of Team DeMarco, knowing the absolute chaos they are going to cause.



CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentleman, the next match is a COLLISION COURSE SNEAK PEAK! Introducing first, at a combined weight of three-hundred and eighty-five pounds...THE BLADE OF NAGASAKI AND THE BLACK MAMBA...KAGOME AKAIBARA AND JAMES RANGER...STEEL...AND...VEENOOOOMMM!!!

“MAYDAY feat. Ryo from CRYSTAL LAKE” by coldrain begins to play as Kagome and James step out of the back and look out to the crowd, a smattering of cheers and boos coming at them from all sides.

KAYDEN ELLIS: HEY! I remember that guy! Back in DeMarco’s old fed before he came to Project: Honor, he whipped this guys’ ass a couple times.

ALARA ADAMS: But DeMarco didn’t have an Ego! How could he have won? They Always Win there.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Welp, that’s how he found his way to Project: Honor.

Kagome and James both slide into the ring under the bottom rope, popping up quickly to their feet as their music fades out.

CLARA OLSON: And their first set of opponents! Coming in at a combined weight of five-hundred and thirty-two pounds...THE VOICE OF THE UNDERGROUND...THE MURDER VIKING...ANGELO CAITO...THORBERG AARONSSON...THE RUUUUULLERRS OF THE UUUUUNNNDDERRRGGRRROOOUUNNNDDDD!!!

“The Resistance” by Skillet plays as the fans pop, seeing Thorberg step out of the back followed by Angelo.

KAYDEN ELLIS: You know, despite considering himself a monster and a generally bad person...Thorberg has created himself a sort of cult following.

ALARA ADAMS: A Cult, you say? Wouldn’t that be Angelo’s schtick?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Nah, it’s all Thorberg. Has to be the Personality.

Caito and Aaronsson had made it down to the ring and while Angelo slid in under the ropes, Thorberg grabbed the ropes and pulled himself up onto the apron, before stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Knowing he weighed almost as much as the combined weight of Steel & Venom, Thorberg smirked and chuckled to himself.

As Thorberg stepped back into his corner with Angelo, their music cut out.

CLARA OLSON: And the FINAL opponents in this match. Weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and fifty pounds...FAI...THE FURY AND THE FIRE...PYRO AND JULIUS FAIRWEATHER...FIRRRRREE AAANNNDDD IIIIIIIIICCEEEE!!!

"Burn MF" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play as the lights dim in the arena. Suddenly a burst of fire erupts from the stage and as the flames die down, we see Pyro and Julius standing side-by-side on the entrance stage. A cold fog rolls up once the fire is gone, and the two men exchange dirty looks between each other, almost as if they’re disgusted to be joining forces. After a few tense moments, they give each other a nod and start to make their way toward the ring. At first, Pyro leads the way, but not wanting to be outdone, Julius ducks in front of his partner and raises both fists into the air. Annoyed by his teammate’s arrogance, Pyro shoves him aside and insists on leading them to the ring. This one-upmanship continues until they reach the ringside area.

Pyro slides under the ropes and gives the camera an eerie look while Julius makes his way up the ringside steps. Once both men are in the ring, they come face-to-face and exchange some heated words that the camera cannot pick up. Finally, Julius holds out both fists and Pyro smacks his own fists against them. At that moment, all four turnbuckles erupt with flames as the pair of bad motherfuckers find themselves on the same page and prepare to share their hatred with their opponents.

DING! DING! DING!

Julius Fairweather is riding high on a six-man winning streak, while Pyro is trying to catch up to him. And with the start of this match, both men move into a momentary tie with Mark Hunter, TJ Thompson, and Elena DeDraca for fourth place on the most Project: Honor matches of all time.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That little stat goblin back at PH Corporate has been really putting in the extra hours to get us this meaningless info.

Pyro, Angelo, and Kagome start off in the ring, with their partners standing on the outside. Pyro charges forward at Kagome, but Angelo steps in his way and catches him off guard with an elbow to the side of the temple and a quick kick to his right knee. Pyro drops down to a single knee as Kagome charges forward and dropkicks Pyro from the side...knocking the Savior onto his back. But no sooner does she do this, Angelo charges and CLOTHESLINES her out of the ring!!! Angelo turns around to go for a pin attempt….AND JUST DUCKS UNDER A FIREBALL FROM PYRO!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Damn, Pyro tryin’ to barbecue his meal early tonight!

Angelo goes to take a step, but Kagome grabs his legs from outside of the ring and YANKS THEM...CAUSING ANGELO TO FALL FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!!! Kagome pulls him to the outside...turns him around...CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST OF ANGELO, THE SOUND ECHOING THROUGH THE ARENA. Kagome pulls back again...AND ANOTHER CHOP!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well Kagome knew before Pyro cooked Angelo, she had to tenderize the meat first.

Kagome pulls back for another chop...BUT PYRO COMES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!! HE CRASHES INTO ANGELO AND KAGOME, SENDING ALL OF THEM INTO THE BARRICADE!!! Pyro is the first to start trying to right himself...before he pulls back and KICKS ANGELO SQUARE IN THE FACE.

ALARA ADAMS: Uh-oh...Thorberg looks pissed.

THorberg Aaronsson hops off the apron and begins walking around the ring towards the action, before James Ranger steps in front of him, shaking his head no. Thorberg turns ar-NO! THORBERG OUT OF NOWHERE...BOXES JAMES IN BOTH EARS, CAUSING THE BLACK MAMBA TO GRAB HIS HEAD IN PAIN!!! Thorberg grabs James...AND PICKS HIM UP...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE!!! THORBERG BROUGHT OUT THE AVALANCHE!!!

Meanwhile Pyro and Kagome are back on their feet. Kagome charges at Pyro, but Pyro side steps her and grabs her...WHIPPING HER INTO THE RING POST!!! Kagome stumbles back, grabbing her shoulder. She turns around...HEADBUTT BY PYRO! Kagome grabs her head and sumbles back into the apron. Pyro lunges forward, but Kagome moves just in time...AND RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF THORBERG!!! HE GRABS HER WITH A MANDIBLE CLAW...LIFTS HER INTO THE AIR...AND SLAMS HER DOWN ONTO HER BACK.

KAYDEN ELLIS: MURDER CLAW ON KAGOME!!!

Pyro slides into the ring and watches as Thorberg grabs Angelo and helps him to his feet, before pushing his partner into the ring. Angelo begins to move as Thorberg also picks up Kagome and slides her into the ring. Pyro takes the opportunity to tag in Julius Fairweather.

ALARA ADAMS: Wait...Angelo and Thorberg touched...isn’t that a tag?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think so.

Realising this is true, Thorberg climbs up onto the apron and then steps over the ropes and into the ring. He eyes up Julius and steps towards him...BUT JAMES RANGER COMES FLYING OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLES AND HITS THORBERG SQUARE IN THE CHEST WITH A FLYING DROPKICK!!! The big man stumbles back into the ropes. James up to his feet...he sidesteps...AND DELIVERS A HIGH KICK TO THORBERG, KNOCKING THE BIG MAN INTO THE CORNER!!! James Ranger turns around...THE FOOT FUCKIN’ MASTER!!! JAMES RANGER CRUMPLES TO THE GROUND!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus that looked brutal.

But Thorberg EXPLODES out of the corner and catches Julius off guard with a running cross-body! Thorberg lands HARD on Fairweather, trying to use his weight for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!!
THR-

KICKOUT!!!

Fairweather just barely kicks out as Pyro climbs into the ring. He charges at THorberg...BUT THORBERG REACHES UP AND GRABS PYRO WITH THE MANDIBLE CLAW!!! Aaronsson climbs to his feet and LIFTS PYRO INTO THE AIR FOR THE MURDER!!! BUT PYRO SHOVES HIS OWN HAND INTO THORBERG’S MOUTH...LOCKING IN THE SILENT SCREAM!!! Thorberg lowers his arm, placing Pyro back down on his feet as both men are trying their best to make their mandible claw the winning one.

Pyro wobbling…

Thorberg down to one knee…

AND ANGELO CAITO IS UP TO HIS FEET! He runs past Pyro...jumps up onto the ropes...AND SPRINGBOARDS BACK TOWARDS PYRO, COMING DOWN WITH THE DOUBLE AX HAND- THE ROYALE WITH CHEESE OUT OF NOWHERE!!! BEFORE ANGELO COULD CONNECT, FAIRWEATHER COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND KNOCKS CAITO OUT MID-AIR!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t think he saw that coming.

Angelo drops like a sack of potatoes, slamming into Thorberg...causing him to be the legal man. Fairweather slaps the shoulder of his partner, who is also down to his knees while he and Thorberg fight for claw supremacy. Fairweather with the hook of the leg…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners of the Fallout Collision Course sneak peak...PYRO...AND JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!!! FIRE AND ICE!!!

Fairweather quickly climbs to his feet, runs over to Pyro and pulls him away from the Claw Contest...both Pyro and Thorberg barely awake enough to realize what is going on. Julius grabs Pyro’s hand and lifts it high into the air.


The scene was set backstage, bringing us into the locker rooms as we find ourselves with Nathan O'Connor and Dominic Morrissey seated upon the couch within the room, keeping their heads down and just looking in a different direction as we watch Jason Long walk into the shot. His face rested an expressionless look as he continued to walk back and forth in a straight line, resting his hand along his chin, stroking the facial hair along his jawline.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY: What's going through your head, Jace? There's something you're thinking about, I can tell with you walking back and forth.

Jason sighed but doesn't turn his head to look into the direction of the two.

JASON LONG: It's been two weeks, two long weeks, and it doesn't feel real to me. The whole idea of Arik Holt being Redd is something that's affected me for a long time, knowing I could have ended this as soon as I did, and knowing I was this close to Redd all of this time? It's eating away at me, making me ache a little, and it leaves me with more questions than answers.

Taking a deep breath before bringing his back against the wall, sliding down and taking a seat on the floor, resting his back against the door of the locker room. There's a moment of silence between all three as both Nathan and Dominic look to one another before they both turn their heads to face Jason — who's holding his head down and keeping himself silent.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: ...and to think that he went behind your back to send his goons after me.

Jason shook his head and perked his head up.

JASON LONG: Yeah, I know. You can imagine how fucking sick I felt when that realisation soaked in, Nate. I don't want to imagine it again.

Nathan shrugged his shoulders and looked away from Jason.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: I was just saying, no need to get all emotional and triggered over it. That was months ago, we're far into the future now and that's just something in the past that's barely even mentionable compared to what he's done by now.

Dominic would then lean forward, opting to chime in with his opinion.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY: But it doesn't matter right now, the important part to remember that by Night of Honor — he's getting his ass beat fifteen different shades of shit by Savannah, I'm sure that's something you're looking forward to seeing and that's something that we're looking forward to seeing happening. Trust me, Jace, you aren't the only one who wants to see this happen. Everyone wants to see it happen.

Dominic would then look to Nathan and then back to Jason.

JASON LONG: You can imagine it, but I don't want any of you to get involved with this, it's gone too far and just having Nathan there two weeks ago was a risk I was unsure and uneasy about. After what he did to us, as a whole, for the past month — I can't risk that being put on those I know close and hold close to me.

Nathan turned his head to look back at Jason.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: He wouldn't decide to do it again, would he?

There's another moment of silence between the three, seeing who out of those three would be the first to speak up, but there's not even a sound made.

JASON LONG: Again, that's not a risk I'm willing to take on head first. I'm not looking to find out what happens, but I guess when things are forced, I have no choice but to watch and find out what happens. Just like what happens with Savannah and Arik.

Jason brings his hand through his hair, bringing his hand down to his nose and pinching the bridge of his nose the more time went on.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY: And what happens if the time comes and you get your hands on Arik, mate? I know damn fucking well that you won't go quietly, Jace. You never do. You'd love to have your hands all over Arik and fuck him up in some sick, twisted manner.

Jason lets those words soak in for just a moment, before a crooked smile begins to grow on his face, and he starts to let out small giggles to himself.

JASON LONG: Oh, you know damn well I will. I have every intention of it.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY: Maybe you need to focus on tonight, on someone like Syndicate, and then maybe you can focus on him — but also Elena DeDraca — because having that focus and that mentality on someone that's not even in your path right now? Not the best kind of focus to have, definitely ain't the best thing to have.

The King would then nod his head.

JASON LONG: You're right. I need to focus on the task at hand—

That's when a knock at the door is heard, which brings Jason to his feet in an instant, allowing him to open the door and find himself face to face with the General Manager of Fallout — Christian DeMarco.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Jason.

JASON LONG: Christian.

There's a moment of silence between the two as they stare at one another, right into their eyes.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: It's great to be seeing you back in full form, seeing you compete here tonight and then tomorrow night as well — but I came here to see if you were alright, to see if you're sure about being able to compete at the high standard you've been talking about. Looks like you're good to be going against Syndicate.

Jason would soon nod his head to Christian's respectful manner.

JASON LONG: I'm not phased by the fact that I have to go one on one with someone like Syndicate — because trying to face an egotistical narcissist is very easy as someone who's used to be like that before — but what I am phased by is the fact that I have to defeat someone to get my championship shot after I vacated my Noble Championship just so I can have a shot at the Legacy Championship, did you not say that?

A moment of pause for Christian to speak, he would then nod his head.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: I did.

JASON LONG: So you decided that you had to put me in a match against someone who's already lost against Elena DeDraca — and being humbled for three whole shows in a row in three different divisions — yet, he gets one final chance at someone who he's proven time and time again that he cannot hold a candle against.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: I'm aware.

Jason would then point right into Christian's chest.

JASON LONG: With that, you're putting the entire company at risk knowing you could easily jeopardise the whole fucking thing for not putting me in the main event — the one and only thing that draws you fucking money on this brand with the amount of clout and name value I hold — and putting someone like shitty, mediocre, and piss poor Syndicate out there in a spot he never deserved to belong in.

Again, Christian would nod his head in agreement.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Of course.

JASON LONG: So why did you do it? Why would you have done all of that just to fuck me over at the very end? Stripped me of my championship when I didn't even get a direct championship shot.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: But that's the thing, Jason. You do have a direct championship match. The problem is that you need to fight to get that championship match first and see if you can keep up after being stabbed through the intestines and through the heart. We're going to be keeping a close eye on you, I can make sure that happens, and there'll be no interference from Arik Holt. I make that a promise. None of that will happen tonight. Not before, not during, and not after as well.

Christian spoke as he pointed to the floor.

JASON LONG: If he does — and I will keep to my word on this, Christian — he won't be seeing Savannah at Night of Honor and actually, he won't be even making it to that event. Maybe not even for tomorrow night either and that won't be on me because he provoked me to attack and to let out the amount of pent-up violence I've been saving for that man for what he did to me back in Australia.

There's the sound of grit in Jason's tone as he got closer and closer to Christian, but he would then back away when he realised how close he was.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: I wouldn't suggest it, Jason. He's got a higher power over you. He can do what he pleases, book you in whatever he'd like, make sure you suffer for even putting his hands on you.

Jason stands there, in silence, and bringing his head up — as it begins to tick in his mind.

JASON LONG: Is that a threat towards me, Christian?

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: Just a pre-warning, Jason. I wouldn't want you to be stepping up and making a move that might have costed you something. You're a man who jumps face first into things before thinking about the consequences that it can have for you — but even then, if someone had told you the consequences, you'd still jump ahead with no questions asked.

JASON LONG: That's how I won both the Prime and Noble Championships, Christian. Jumping ahead into something without knowing or even knowing the consequences.

Jason would point right at Christian, but the General Manager pushed the finger away and pointed to Jason himself.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: But you weren't stabbed multiple times and were resting on the brink of death, Jason. You shouldn't forget that.

JASON LONG: I sure haven't forgotten, which is why it's been my main motivation, to continue fighting and prove to everyone that even in death — nobody can stop me, no matter how hard they try to throw shit at me, and no matter how much they want to shoot their shots in putting me down for good.

Christian nodded his head and turned around to head out of the locker room.

CHRISTIAN DEMARCO: That's what I like to hear. Good luck out there tonight, can't wait to see you pull out the best you can do.

Jason closes the door behind him, allowing himself to turn back around to find Dominic and Nathan staring up at him.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY: Well then... he sounds like a right fucking dickhead, don't he?

Jason would then chuckle after Dominic's comment.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: You'll get used to it after a while — even then, he's a massive cunt.

A slap across the back of the head by Jason meets Nathan.

JASON LONG: Watch your language there. You're getting too comfortable with that shit.

NATHAN O'CONNOR: Yeah, sorry.

JASON LONG: Come on, let's get ready for this shit. Put a false prophet down and into shame.

With the conversation ended, Jason collected his signature leather jacket and the Project: Honor Prime Championship, the three of them heading out of the room before they would make their way to the Gorilla Position — leaving the feed to fade away.


DEIRDRE EVANS: What a bunch of pussies.

The four females were currently engaged in a talk somewhere in the backstage area. Each of them wearing their HYDRA shirts, just in different colours. With this comment Deirdre quickly had the full attention of the group.
LARA CHAMBERS: I am afraid you need to be a bit more specific, love. I have seen too many of those in the past hour.

Lara winked at her friend, obviously trying to tickle her.

DEIRDRE EVANS: Where to start? Jason Dead and Gone Long Dong. Savannah Sunshine. I swear, if someone stalked me…

ALEXANDRA KELLY: No one would dare to stalk you D…

DEIRDRE EVANS: That’s not the point. For months they run around like someone chopped off their heads. They call for vendetta and all that dramatic shit and now that the secret is out? Nothing. So they either fake being worried, or they don’t have a spine to rely on.

For the first time Elena entered the conversation. Not so much by saying something, but with taking a step forward. She did so to face all her friends at the same time. Even after her previous match her make- up was fully intact. Although it was hard to say if she even broke a sweat.

ELENA DEDRACA: What if it is a little bit of everything, girls? What if they just love the attention and would literally sacrifice each other to get it. We all know that Savannah will not gather too much attention for her in ring skills. So having a stalker, who didn’t try all too hard, is probably the best thing that could have happened to her. And Jason? Everyone knows his ego probably needs more space in the car than his petit butt…

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I haven’t checked that yet…

ELENA DEDRACA: We are all aware that you have a kink when it comes to nice arses, but save it for another time. What I try to say is this, down the line even Long will realise that he can do better. Ego or not, he is the successful part of the duo. And while that works for a while, if a relationship becomes unbalanced…

LARA CHAMBERS: ...it usually becomes dysfunctional.

The smile on Lara’s face gave away that her mind was already heading in a certain direction. Not enough to speak about it yet, but Elena knew better.

ELENA DEDRACA: But none of this does matter right now. This is the wrestling business. Love stories are entertaining, but their ending is what brings a company the money. For me personally it doesn’t make a difference. What I care about is this, whoms arse am I going to beat first. Long? Syndicate? Santa? The list is long and time is short, but despite their chances- they still haven’t learnt their lesson. They still try to overcome me in a game that I have created. And while they play, neither of them knows the rules. Just like when the devil and god play chess.

Right next to her Alexandra poked Lara in the ribs. A little too hard, but the redhead didn’t even flinch. She was used to it at this point.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I like when she gets philosophical.

LARA CHAMBERS: I prefer the blood thirsty version.

ELENA DEDRACA: They forget the really essential thing that made Elena DeDraca who she is. Experience taught me. Hurt raised me. But, neither defined me. Let that sink, ladies. We are having another date tonight.

Without further explanation she set herself in motion, the LEGACY title lazily resting over her left shoulder. She nodded towards one of the staff workers before handing him something. Neither HYDRA nor the audience got a better view, but her next step led her through the black curtain.

Game on.


Our commercial begins, live, from the same set that ‘The Before…’ was on earlier. But now there are two females at the desk, a more slender brunette and a blonde. The brunette begins to speak.

GRACE LOPEZ: Hey, peeps. Are you enjoying your Fallout? I certainly am. Still can’t believe that Valkyrie is the new Ascension Champion!

CHLOE BARR: Well stick around once Fallout is off the air, for the first episode of ‘...And After’, where we talk about what happened on your latest Fallout episode!!!

GRACE LOPEZ: We’ll be seeing you soon.

Fade to logo.




CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the MAIN EVENT! The winner of this match will face Elena DeDraca for the Legacy Championship at Night of Honor...while the loser will have to wait until Bloodbath!!!

Fans pop.

The speakers let out the beginning synth beats of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon and BABYMETAL erupts through the PA System as the lights shine a purple hue around the arena, the fans within the arena rain down with cheers with the lights shining down now with a purple hue and the one singular white spotlight continuing to shine down onto the entrance curtain. Soon, the entrance curtain pulls back, and out steps Jason Long- a smile on his face as he soaks in that crowd reaction, the Project: Honor Prime Championship resting on his shoulder. Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, the championships in his hands, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first... wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds... HE IS THE EMPEROR OF PROJECT: HONOR… THE BEST BOUT MACHINE... THE PROJECT: HONOR PRIME CHAMPION... JAAAAASSSSSONNNNNNN LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

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

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent…

The sound of television static flows through the sound system as the lights dim. While the crowd voices their complete disapproval of what is to come, the hiss fades into "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine.
As "SYNDICATE" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate. Dressed in a black leather jacket along with blue denim jeans
and gray Under Armour sneakers, he stretches his arms outward into a crucifix pose with his shoulder-length blonde hair shimmering in the glow of the light from above.

CLARA OLSON: Making his way to the ring, from the City of Angels, weighing 224 pounds, he is the Los Angeles Outlaw...SYYYYNNNNNNDICATEEEEEEE!

Syndicate drops his arms and makes his way down to the ring, the crowd absolutely raining boos down onto him as he does. After sliding into the ring, Syndicate climbs the turnbuckle and spreads his arms out
into another crucifix pose before jumping down and stretching himself out on the ropes.

DING! DING! DING!

Syndicate was in control early on with a tight headlock with Long’s head right against Syndicate's chest, Long struggles to escape the hold until he manages to take hold of Syndicate's hand. The Emperor of Project honor then begins to pry back the fingers of Syndicate, causing his opponent to fall to a single knee. Long was laughing at Syndicate a bit, thus angering Syndicate enough so that the Los Angeles Outlaw would deck Long right across the jaw with a hard right hand. This time it was Syndicate who began to laugh at Long, humiliating the champion as he held his jaw in pain.

ALARA ADAMS: Because there is nothing like pissing off the Prime Champion!

Syndicate looks to capitalize off the downed Long picking him up by the hair but Long answers back with a strong palm strike to the chest, which led to Syndicate tossing Long across the ring in anger. Long quickly gets back to his feet and halts the opposing wrestler with a hard slap to the face getting a loud reaction from the fans. Syndicate pauses for a moment...trying to register the slap...BEFORE YELLING AS HE DROVE LONG DIRECTLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Syndicate then proceeds to rock Long with a flurry of punches to the face. Syndicate moves back for a moment and eyes his opponent as he tries to recover from the heavy onslaught of punches. With another mighty yell Syndicate charges at Long!!!

….who moves and Syndicate hits a shoulder tackle into the turnbuckle!

KAYDEN ELLIS: OUCH!!!

Seeing his opening, Long pulls back on the left arm of Syndicate against the ropes followed by Long slapping on an armbar on the left arm. Syndicate got going again with elbow strikes followed by a clothesline. Syndicate was favoring his left arm, as it may be injured due to the force and collision of him and the turnbuckle. Syndicate with a dragon suplex which causes Jason to rumble across the ring as he holds the back of his neck in pain. Syndicate sets up Long against the turnbuckle...

BEFORE VISCOUSLY DRIVING HIS KNEE INTO TO THE RIBS OF LONG!

ALARA ADAMS: That seriously gave me vibes from the last show when he planted that barbed wire bat into Mason’s forehead!

Syndicate got comfortable as he smiled wickedly while taking his time standing over Long...this proves to be a mistake as Long takes down Syndicate with an armbar on the left arm. Syndicate struggles within the grasp of jason but manages to flip out of the hold in an impressive showing of athleticism, but then Long did a single-arm takedown almost like a DDT to the arm of Syndicate to try and regain control in the match. Syndicate continues to thrash and yell in anguish a lot as Long wrenches back on the left arm clearly having no care for the pain of his opponent.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The athleticism between these two is amazing.

Long pulls on the left arm move clearly trying to tear it out of its place before Syndicate manages to lean his foot against the ropes. Long with a spin kick to the ribs with Syndicate collapsing to the mat. Long sets up Syndicate against the ropes before delivering some HARSH forearm smashes to the ribs! Long runs the ropes looking to build some momentum for his next attack….which the fans wouldn't be able to see as Syndicate leaps onto Jason before barraging him with several punches to the head, thus executing a Lou Thesz Press!!! The vicious and ruthless streak of Syndicate continues as he gives Long two Belly to Belly Suplexes into the turnbuckle!

CROWD JA-SON-LONG! JA-SON-LONG! JA-SON-LONG!

Fortunately the crowd seems to be firmly behind Jason as they chant on for him. This manages to will Jason on as he comes back with Sunset Overdrive (Running Blockbuster) that drives Syndicate into the mat. Jason makes the pin…

ONE!
TW-
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Jason wanting to get the early pin, so that he can move on and get ready for his Proving Ground match.

Jason sighs to himself as he had seemed to be taking a lot of heavy hits in this match, however he looks to end things here and now as he calls for the Deus Ex Machina (Electric Chair Driver/One Winged Angel). Once Syndicate gets to his feet Jason hoists him up onto his shoulders...before Syndicate slips out and applies an inverted facelock with one arm, he then uses the other arm to aid in elevating Jason up so that he is lifted up and held upside-down... Before Syndicate FALLS TO HIS BACK DRIVING JASON DOWN TO THE MAT FACE FIRST!!! FALL FROM GRACE (REVERSE SUPLEX)!!! Many expected Syndicate to make the cover but unfortunately the move executed by The Los Angeles Outlaw was a risky one as he was once again feeling pain in his arm. This gave Jason just enough time to roll over to the ropes and avoid getting pinned. Jason's strategizing only further frustrated Syndicate as he hits an impressive Snap Suplex and rolls through into a Catalyst DDT (Snap DDT)! Just Syndicate with a Chaos STO (STO) covers The Champion!

ONE
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Syndicate almost pulls off the win!

Once again Syndicate's arm seems to be giving him trouble. As he clutches onto it in agony, Long manages to catch the hand of Syndicate and begins to manipulate the fingers of his opponent, then a trip and a double stomp to the chest... leaving both men trying to recover on the mat as the crowd cheered on in amusement for this matchup. The two men then manage to get to their knees as Long lands a HEAVY palm strike on the chest of Syndicate, who answers back with a punch to the dome of Long!

Long gets to a kneeling position as he strikes again…WHACK!!!

ALARA ADAMS: HIT HIM BACK!!!

Then Syndicate fires back with a punch getting up in the process…POW!

ALARA ADAMS: BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Calm down you blood-thirsty bitch!

WHACK!...POW!...WHACK!!...POW!! WHACK!!!POW!!!WHACK!!!POW!!!WHACK!!!POW!!!

A strike off begins to make way into the match...with Long getting the advantage as he targets the arm of Syndicate once more kicking at it to further agitate the possibly injured arm, then locks in a sleeperhold, trying to wear down his opponent. Syndicate went down to a knee from the sleeper, before countering with a side suplex! Syndicate tries to recover a bit before charging at his opponent but Jason comes back with a Mushroom Stomp. Long then charges at Syndicate with Syndicate stopping the momentum with a Slingblade. Syndicate hit a Belly to Belly Suplex that sent Long across the ring. Syndicate set up for the Original Syn....he charges...AND LONG HITS AN ICON KICK (SUPERKICK)!

Long with two dropkicks in a row that sent Syndicate bouncing off the turnbuckle. Long goes to the corner...THEN NAILS SYNDICATE WITH A VANITY KICK (Punt Kick)!!!

ALARA ADAMS: THIS COULD BE IT!!!

Long makes the cover!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NO!!!

Just a close two count as Syndicate just managed to get a foot on the ropes.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The Prime Champion almost had it!

Syndicate got rocked with a pair of Bicycle knee strikes from Long, then the Belly to Belly Suplex in the corner gets Syndicate some breathing space. Long works out of a Chaos STO, before a double underhook suplex lets Syndicate segue into an armbar of his own!!! Long however quickly rolls him up!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-NO!!

Syndicate manages to get up in time...

ALARA ADAMS: JASON OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A JUMPING CUTTER!!!

Long seemed to have the match won as he pushed his opponent away from the ropes so he could make the pin...BUT Syndicate turned it around by locking in THE VAULT (Guillotine Choke submission!!! But Long lifted Syndicate up, though unable to escape a choke...he managed to SLAM his opponent by diving forward. Syndicate lands first thus forcing him to release the hold, then Jason lands on his head. Jason lifts the opponent on his shoulders in an electric chair sitting position and then drops Syndicate down before SLAMMING him into the mat with a Tiger Suplex!!! Ergo Sum Rex (Electric Chair into a Bridging Tiger Suplex)!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THIS IS IT!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!-NO! KICKOUT!!!

Long punishes Syndicate a double foot stomp to the ribs again.

Long with another kick to the arm and Long went for another abdominal stretch on the mat. Syndicate powered out of it. Syndicate beat Long with repeated forearms to the back. Syndicate attempts German Suplex but Jason slips out of his grasp and schoolboys him.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

Long was back up...and Syndicate immediately hits a (Capture Suplex) dumping Long on his head/neck. Long manages to roll to the ropes but Syndicate kicks him before sending him to the corner. Syndicate runs into some boots, and Long goes to the apron. Syndicate grabs him, but Jason hits a kick to the side of the head to back off his opponent. An exhausted Long tumbles back into the ring…AND SYNDICATE CHARGED IN WITH THE 'ORIGINAL SYN' (RUNNING KNEE Strike/v-trigger) TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF LONG!!! Syndicate then looks to make quick work of Long, as he hooks his head for the Vault...BUT LONG SHIFTS HIS BODY OVER SO SYNDICATE'S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!!! I THOUGHT SYNDICATE HAD IT, BUT JASON TOOK ADVANTAGE OF SYNDICATE JUST NOT GOING FOR THE PIN!!!

CLARA OLSON: AND YOUR WINNER...JASON...LOOOOONNNGGG!!!

Jason stands to his feet as the ref lifts his hands. He turns towards the entrance ramp and there stands Elena DeDraca with the Legacy Championship on her shoulders and surrounded by the rest of the Fist of Hydra. Jason and Elena stare at each other as Elena slowly claps sarcastically for her Night of Honor opponent.