GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE ROYAL

Serrano Poblano, Thorberg Aaronsson, James Ranger, Ace Sky, John Blade, Earl Boyd, Latoya Hixx, Bianca McBride, Percival Burque, Rapture

All ten participants filled the ring and once the opening bell sounded, all hell broke loose. Ace Sky’s strategy was to control the high ground early on, which must have seemed foolish in hindsight after Thorberg knocked him from the top turnbuckle and down to the floor with a big boot to the chest. Moments later, Thorberg continued to show his dominance early on, by press slamming James Ranger over the top rope and onto the fallen Ace Sky. Meanwhile, Bianca McBride managed to show some progress when she ducked under a charging clothesline from Rapture, and the masked man’s own momentum sent him sailing over the ropes. Bianca then came face-to-face with the only other woman in the match as she began trading shots with The Hoeski. Both women were so caught up in their back and forth battle that neither of them was aware of Serrano Poblano’s approach, and he sent both women over the top rope like a thief in the night!

Thorberg Aaronsson eliminated Ace Sky at 1:02

Thorberg Aaronsson eliminated James Ranger at 1:24

Bianca McBride eliminated Rapture at 2:48

Serrano Poblano eliminated Bianca McBride at 3:15

Serrano Poblano eliminated Latoya Hixx at 3:16

The combat chef immediately began to celebrate his accomplishment of eliminating the two women, despite the fact that neither had been paying attention to him. As he danced and wiggled in the ring, John Blade made his move. After lifting Serrano onto his shoulders, he easily threw Serrano over the top with his own version of the Attitude Adjustment. Now down to the final four, Earl Boyde found himself going to war against Thorberg Aaronsson while Percival Burque squared up against the master of Thuganomics. It looked as if Thorberg was going to get another elimination to his name, when Earl gave him a mighty kick to his little Viking, and then hurled the stunned Aaronsson over the top! Not long after, Percival snuck a rat out of his pocket and a well-placed throw sent the rodent towards John Blade’s face. Blade immediately began to panic as the rat chewed on his nose, leaving him wide open to elimination at the hands of Burque. After some back and forth action between the final two, Percival attempted the same trick on Earl Boyde, but his reaction was much different than Blade’s. As Earl threatened to bite the head off of Burque’s rat, the sewer-dweller charged forward in a panic. Boyde took advantage of the situation by giving Percival a big hip toss over the top rope to win the bizarre battle royal and become Project: Honor’s first ever Gatekeeper Champion.

John Blade eliminated Serrano Poblano at 3:27

Earl Boyde eliminated Thorberg Aaronsson at 5:49

Percival Burque eliminated John Blade at 6:26

Earl Boyde eliminated Percival Burque at 8:09

WINNER AND NEW GATEKEEPER CHAMPION: EARL BOYDE

Night of Honor Week Two starts and we find Savannah Sunshine sitting in the locker room next to Jason Long, both of them watching Earl Boyde hold the Project: Honor Gatekeeper Championship above his head.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’m happy for him...but I still feel kinda bad for Rapture though.

Upon hearing Rapture’s name, Jason subconsciously reaches and touches the scar on his side where Arik first stabbed him.

JASON LONG: I’ll never be able to look at the guy the same. I’m always going to be questioning if that’s really him under there or that prick, Arik.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: But it wasn’t HIS fault, Jay. You eliminated him and he was taken away. Arik was the one who took Rapture’s outfit and used it.

JASON LONG: I know, but it’s the point that I can’t trust that mask.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I guess I kind of understand where you are coming from.

Jason takes a deep breath and stands to his feet. He is obviously getting antsy with his Legacy Championship coming up later in the night.

JASON LONG: I’m going to go grab a water, do you want one?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Yes, please.

Jason turns and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Savannah, meanwhile, grabs the remote and turns off the monitor. As she places the remote down onto the end table nearest to her chair, the lights in the room flicker. She looks up and gives them an odd look.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I know this place is thirty-plus years old...but I wouldn’t think a place this legendary would have lighting iss-

Before she could finish her sentence, a man in a red hood and green purge mask pops up behind her and reaches around the chair...one arm wrapped around her neck, the other arm positioned so he could hold a cloth up over her nose and mouth. Savannah tries to fight him off, but she slowly begins to fade away...before she stops fighting all together, her arms flopping to the side. The lights in the room go out for a couple seconds, before the door to the room opens. The lights flick back on and Jason Long stands there with two bottles of water.

JASON LONG: Savannah?

Jason looks around but what he doesn’t know is Savannah Sunshine is now missing.

♫ Never needed any reason

To find deliverance

Like a cancer running through my veins, oh

That's never gonna give in ♫

As the second night opens with the opening lyrics to Daughtry’s “Heavy is the Crown”, just like in Week One, we start to see images of the upcoming matches. The first one of the night is the Fatal Four-Way between the newcomers to Proving Ground: Bryan Williams straightening his tie, Casanova English looking at the camera and cracking a particularly evil smile, Monsieur Minj licking his paws and cleaning his face, and Quid making sure his mask is on nice and tight.

♫ See 'em march like lambs to the slaughter

Toy soldiers lined up on the altar

I was never meant to drink that water

And they'll remember me when I'm underground ♫

We fade out to our next match-up, a revenge-match of sorts between a stalker and his victim. We see Arik Holt, the Fallout Assistant General Manager and the man known as Redd, slide on a red Purge Mask. It lights up as Savannah Sunshine turns her back to him. Footage of Redd attacking Jason Long at Fallout X: Dead By Daylight plays...then Savannah attacking Redd in the ring at Proving Ground XXII: Lucky Larry’s Night of Honor Preview Extravaganza. We cut back to them standing in front of the Project: Honor Night Of Honor logo, with the words ‘Horror Movie Massacre Match’ underneath them.

♫ Heavy is the crown

Never falter, never let 'em bleed you out

I'll be still standing when they try to bring my castle down

I'll never bow down, heavy is the crown

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown ♫

Next up is the newly crowned Warrior Rising Champion, Tara Fenix, versus Lil’ Petey. A clip shows them getting the dual-win at the finale of the Friends Like These Tournament and then a clip of Tara Fenix pinning Emannuelle for the Warrior Rising Title on Week One of Night of Honor. We cut to the NOH graphic of Fenix and Petey again, with the Warrior Rising Title below them, reminding everyone what is on the line.

♫ With the weight of the world crashing

Pushing you closer to the edge

You find a way to get a little bit stronger

To fight off the demons, yeah ♫

Current Ascension Champion Valkyrie stands ready, with her Ascension Championship Title over her shoulder, ready to defend it against The Crookedman, Crash Rodriguez. After having a lengthy time off to recoup, Crash is back after showing up at Fallout X to surprise Lesley Adora and the Ascension Division. But since that time, the title has gone from Adora to Castle to Valkyrie. We see both of them standing back to back, the Ascension Championship below them as their prize for the night.

♫ See 'em march like lambs to the slaughter

Toy soldiers lined up on the altar

I'll rise, hell or high water

And you'll remember me when I'm underground ♫

Pyro, coming off winning the Tag Team Championship Titles with Fire & Ice, stands ready to face Havoc for the currently vacated Noble Championship. We see a clip of Havoc blasting Pyro with the Giga Drill Breaker at Guts, Gold, & Glory...to earn his shot at the Championship. We then cut to show Pyro pinning Mason Destruction for the final elimination during their Fallout X: Dead By Daylight Trial, to win his shot. The clips cut to show the finals of the Tag Team Tournament, when Pyro blasts Havoc with The Burning, a fireball to the face. With one final switch, we see Pyro and Havoc standing menacingly next to each other with the Noble Championship below them.

♫ Heavy is the crown

Never falter, never let 'em bleed you out

I'll be still standing when they try to bring my castle down

I'll never bow down, heavy is the crown ♫

Moving on to Lance Williams, the current X-Factor Champion, who won it after burning through Cadillac Jackson, James Raven, AND MYOJIN. Now, after losing back-to-back Tag Team matches against Lance and a random partner, MYOJIN now stands poised to do something he has yet to do in Project: Honor...win a Championship Title. MYOJIN is one-and-three in matches against Lance, that lone win coming back in March. Both of them stand back to back above the X-Factor Championship and the words ‘30 Minute Ironman Match’.

Both have earned the title as Ironman or Ironperson. MYOJIN earned it by defeating Adien Reynolds in an Ironperson Match at Public Execution in April, while Lance earned it by lasting the longest in the Opportunity Knocks Battle Royal. Who will walk out of Tokyo with both the Championship and the right to call themselves the true Iron Warrior?

♫ Everything will fade away

Nothing in this world is meant to stay

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown ♫

Finally at our Main Event and we see the fifteen-and-one two-time Legacy Champion, Elena DeDraca standing side-by-side with the eight-and-six Prime Champion and former Noble Champion, Jason Long. Our first images are of Elena taking down Mark Hunter, to win back her Legacy Championship after it was vacated. We then see Jason Long giving it all he had against Syndicate, to win his Legacy Championship show before The Los Angeles Outlaw. Cut back to them standing side-by-side and now the Legacy Championship is below them and the ominous words ‘Inferno Match’.

♫ Heavy is the crown

Never falter, never let 'em bleed you out

I'll be still standing when they try to bring my castle down

I'll never bow down, heavy is the crown

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh (Heavy is the crown)

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh (Heavy is the crown)

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, oh

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown ♫

With a deafening explosion, pyrotechnics erupt from the grand entrance stage, along the extended entrance ramp, around the wrestling ring, and along the highest reaches of The Tokyo Dome. The second night of Project: Honor’s grandest event of the year, Night of Honor is officially on the air as the various cameras rotate to show off the 55,000 fans in attendance! The roar of the crowd that follows is nearly as impressive as the fireworks display that preceded it, as one of the ringside cameras scans the crowd to pick up a few of their homemade signs…

”THINK ABOUT MASON’S CHILDREN!!!”
“ARE DANIEL AND ALISTAIR FIGHTING IN HEAVEN?”
“LANCE BASS > LANCE WILLIAMS”
“OZY, MAKE ME WET…PLEASE”
“DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?”
"EARL BOYDE SECTION IS RIGHT HERE"

ALARA ADAMS: HELLO EVERYONE!!! And welcome to Night TWO…

TREY BOOKER: Or Week Two…

ALARA ADAMS: Of Project: Honor’s Night of Honor. The Season Two ending celebration.

J.T. PRICE: And what a celebration its going to be as we see four titles on the line tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Is anyone going to mention those green purge fuckers taking Savannah?

TREY BOOKER: Are you still salty because that red-faced piss-ant popped you in the jaw?

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, no. We don’t talk about that, Trey. It’s a...sensitive subject.

HOLLY PEREZ: This match is a PG Superstar Showcase for a Warrior Rising Title Shot… On the way to the ring first… Standing at six feet and two inches tall… Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… Residing From New York City, New York… BRRRYYYAAANNN WIIILLLLLLIIIAAAMMMSSS!!!

♫GINGER, THIS IS SARAH.

PICK UP IF YOU'RE THERE.

I'M AT THIS PLACE ON PICO BOULEVARD CALLED TECH NOIR...♫

The introduction of the song is sudden, we hear an ominous tone that follows the Terminator line. The keys are dragged out, lingering in the air as the song gets to a slow start. Seconds pass, as a backing track is finally introduced along with the lengthy notes. Eventually, after a minute, the song really kicks into gear. Neon strobe lights flash along with the beat, a shadowy figure keeps in the darkness. Slowly, we see Bryan Williams methodically walk out from the back. He's dressed for a fight, his jacket covering his torso and his baseball bat in hand. It rests comfortably on his shoulder as it keeps its dangerous message. The rooster mask on his head stays contrasted with the neon lights and the darkness. Bryan keeps his head low, as the song continues to play along. The techno beat ramps up more and more, as the lights around him shimmer and dance.

The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan lets the baseball bat fall from his shoulder, the weight of the bat being pulled towards the ground. His head snaps forward, as he slowly begins to make his way down towards the ring. Williams props his bat up against the ring steps, then climbs the steps to glide through the ropes.

HOLLY PEREZ: On their way to the ring next… Standing at 5 feet and eleven inches tall… Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… Residing From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada… CAAASSSAAANNNOOOVVVAAA ENNNGGGLLLIIISSSHHH!!!

The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.

"yeah, I

remember her saying:

I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm

already dead..."

The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.

"You're going to get up and scream. I'm

already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."

You're

going to get up and-

Burn an x in your head."

The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. He scowls at the crowd before Bash Daddy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him - the towering man shirtless, wearing black jeans and a leather mask.

English and Bash Daddy look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. Bash Daddy walks over to the corner between the guard rails and the ring. English slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron. He hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle before stepping through the second rope. English smirks pulling the cigarette from his lips, he blows a cloud of smoke straight up into the air and tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember. Bash Daddy glares from the outside at Casanova's opponent.

HOLLY PEREZ: Already in the ring… Standing at six feet exactly… Residing from Tokyo, Japan… Prince of Pretty, Beauty Personified, Young Rich Tigga, Good Boy… MOOONNNSSSIIIEEEUUURRR MIIINNNJJJ!!!

"Sick Sick Beat" by Kero Kero Bonito plays then fades out.

HOLLY PEREZ: The last one to the ring… Standing at five feet and eight inches tall… Weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds… Residing from Parts Unknown… QUUUIIIDDD!!!

"4'33"" by John Cage starts to play as Quid walks down to the ring with no pageantry. He enters the ring with no pageantry.

DING! DING! DING!

Bryan Williams, Casanova English, Monsieur Minj, and Quid are each in a corner of the ring. Bryan is standing there cracking his knuckles as Casanova has a stupid clown-like smile on his face. Minj looks at the others and just meows at them showing kitty claws as Quid doesn’t show any facial expression because he is wearing a mask obviously so he just spits in his fist before stick his finger up to the world. Casanova is quick to attack Bryan as he clocks him with a right hand before stamping on his foot and dropping him with a DDT. Whereas Quid slaps Minj around the face and telling Minj they’re a bad kitty before getting taken to the mat where Minj starts to scratch at Quid’s chest as Quid yells in pain.

TREY BOOKER: If a kitty scratched me like that, I’d make it purr.

J.T. PRICE: Damn it, Trey!

Casanova is up to his feet, he notices what Minj is doing and stands there watching as Quid is yelling out in pain. Casanova is enjoying what he sees and starts to see Bryan trying to get to his feet, so turns around and Soccer Kicks Bryan straight to the midsection. Bryan nearly takes off with the viciousness of the kick as he goes to the mat trying to breathe and not die. Now Minj takes notice and pounces right to their feet as Casanova and Minj stand there face to face. A sick smirk across the face of Casanova as Minj goes to scratch his face only for Casanova to bite down on the hand. Minj tries to claw with the other hand only Casanova grabs hold of the wrist. Casanova now bites down harder on the left hand of Minj as blood starts to run down Minj’s arm. Eventually, Casanova stops biting and lets go on the wrist only to flatten Minj with English Lesson (Fameasser) and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TW…

PIN BROKEN UP BY QUID!!!

TREY BOOKER: Casanova is one fucked up whatever he is.

J.T. PRICE: Well he isn’t a Mutant Ninja Turtle Trey. Good break up of the pin by Quid there though.

Quid grabs hold of Casanova and gets him to his feet and Headbutts him three times as blood splatters everywhere from the nose of Casanova. The only thing that stopped Quid from continuing the Headbutts was the crazy laughter coming from Casanova as Quid headbutted him. Quid steps back thinking what the fuck as Casanova steps forward only to be greeted with a Kick to the Balls from Quid who happily stomps the face of Casanova into the mat on his way down (Curb Stomp style). This has given Bryan time to recover as he gets to his feet behind Quid whose taken down with Solar Flare Homicide (Cross Rhodes) and goes for the pin.

ONE…

HOLY FUCK!!!

CASANOVA HAS TAKEN BRYAN’S SHOE OFF AND STARTED BITING DOWN ON HIS TOES!!!

TREY BOOKER: Casanova isn’t human, damn!

J.T. PRICE: There was me thinking that was your thing, Trey, not going to make him purr then?

TREY BOOKER: Shut up J.T.!!!

The pin had been broken up and Minj notices what Casanova is doing and hisses at him before he gets to his knees to be greeted by Minj hitting him with Hint of Minj (Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick) and Casanova hits the mat landing on his back. Casanova was covered in blood from his broken nose, from biting Minj’s hand, and from biting the toes of Bryan Williams. Minj is the only one on their feet as Bryan lays there without one of his boots on. Quid is sitting perched in the corner and Casanova is flat on his back. Quid catches the attention of Minj though who runs at Quid hitting him with a Shining Wizard to the corner before Minj follows it up with a Standing Moonsault Double Knees to the midsection of Quid and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TW…

QUID MANAGES TO REVERSE THE PIN INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN!!!

ONE…

KICKOUT BY MINJ!!!

TREY BOOKER: I bet that’s the first time Quid has got close to some Minj.

J.T. PRICE: Really Trey? Swiftly moving on. That was a good reversal of the pin there from Quid but no pin this time pal.

Minj is back to their feet and gets Quid up to his feet too. Quid manages to land a punch on Minj stunning them before Quid backs up enough before taking Minj out of the ring with Quid Rides (Discus Lariat). Casanova is back up to his feet now still with blood over his face as he stands there licking his lips. Just as Quid turns around though, Casanova hits him with a Superkick stunning him. Casanova then gets on the apron behind Quid who eventually stumbles towards the ropes. That’s when the sick nature of Casanova comes apparent as he grabs Quid and hits a Release German Suplex on him from the ring to the outside of the ring as Casanova stays on the apron. With a sinister smirk, Casanova steps through the top and middle and sees Bryan whose just managed to get his boot back on.

TREY BOOKER: Looks like someone is going to die!!!

Bryan is mad and the look in his eyes says that he wants to kill Casanova who stands there just staring at Bryan. Bryan grabs Casanova and hits him with Mantra (Ripcord Lariat) only he does it again and then goes for it a third time but somehow Casanova ducks it and runs at the ropes. Casanova uses the ropes for momentum as Bryan turns around Casanova comes flying at him as Casanova hits the Silence of the Lamb (Codebreaker Into A Hellsgate) and Casanova starts to choke Bryan out. Even when Bryan is tapping like hell, Casanova doesn’t let go, he is intent on making Bryan pass out. Once Bryan had passed out, Casanova lets go of the hold and just stands there with a jester like smile on his face.

J.T. PRICE: Trey… Looks like that someone is Bryan Williams.

HOLLY PEREZ: The winner of this match from SUBMISSION… CAAASSSAAANNNOOOVVVAAA ENNNGGGLLLIIISSSHHH!!!

Savannah’s eyes slowly begin to flutter as she begins to finally wake up. A deep breath and she quickly realises before she can fully open her eyes, that there is a fabric bag over her head. In a fit of panic, she reaches up and grabs the bag...ripping it off her head. With the bag off her head, she can finally see that she is sitting in a chair, in the middle of a road. As she begins to take in her surroundings, she finds that she is located in a small neighborhood. It would be almost pitch black, if it wasn’t for the street lights and the police lights that are going from the multiple police cars that are spread up and down the street. Random cars, including an ice-cream truck can be seen littering the road in between the police cruisers.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Where the hell am I? This...this looks like Haddonfield…

Savannah slowly stands to her feet and begins looking around, which is when she notices someone in the distance.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: HEL-

Before Savannah could finish her call out to the individual, an air-raid siren behind her bellows out it’s mating call, alerting Savannah and anyone watching...that something is starting. Savannah winces and instinctively covers her ears.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Jesus, that’s fudging loud!!!

After three repetitions, the siren goes quiet.

With the third ring of the siren, Savannah removes her hands from her ears and looks in the direction she was earlier...still seeing someone in the distance.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: HELLO?

She begins walking towards them, looking around with a little bit of worry on her face. After a few seconds of walking, she stops in her tracks. The person she saw who was walking towards her...looks like Jason Long. But his skin is a grayish color and the place where he was stabbed is still open. Blood oozes from it, although it looks like it has started to decay a little.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Ja-Jason?

‘Jason’ looks up at her and begins to growl and slowly walk towards her. It is then that she notices his eyes are glassy and several spots on his face look as if they are starting to decay, showing muscle and bone underneath.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: What the heck is going on here?

Savannah slowly begins to walk backwards, away from the ‘Zombie Jason’...but he still continues to follow after her.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I must be dreaming.

Savannah turns to run away, but drops to the ground to avoid the reach of a second ‘Zombie Jason’. This one seemed a little more decayed, with a large whole in his chest where his heart should be.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No...no, Jason is alive.

She quickly crab walks away, before turning onto her hands and knees. When she is far enough from the reach of either of the ‘Zombie Jasons’ she climbs to her feet and runs into a house with an open door. With a loud slam, she shuts the door and quickly locks the deadbolt.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Where the hell did they take me?

VOICE: Savannah?

The eyes of the young Savannah Sunshine widen at the sound of hearing the voice of her protege and friend, Kit Darling. She turns around to see Kit sitting in a barbed-wire laced cage. She is huddled in the middle, in a small part that has no wire, but judging by her ripped clothing, blood dripping from her hands, and tear-stained face, you can tell she had tried her hand at getting out and had suffered the wrath of the barbed wire. Without thinking, Savannah ran over and grabbed the door to the cage...but quickly pulled back as one of the barbs on the wire punctured her hand.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: What the heck are you doing here?

KIT DARLING: I don’t know.

Kit takes a moment to fight through a sob.

KIT DARLING: I was at the Tokyo Dome, trying to find a vendor for some snacks to sit and watch the show...and I got grabbed from behind. Next thing I know, I’m in this cage, in this house...in God-knows-where. Do you know where we are?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: It looks like the Haddonfield set, but that’s back in the United States. So I’m guessing this is all part of Arik’s little twisted game.

KIT DARLING: I want to get out of here.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: We will, I prom-

KIT DARLING: SAVANNAH!!!

Kit Darling points to behind Savannah, who turns around to see Redd with his red hoodie and lit up purge mask standing there with a lead pipe. With a mighty baseball swing, he swings the bat...but catches nothing but air and the side of the cage as Savannah ducked underneath it. The vibration caused from hitting the cage, causes Redd to let go of the pipe and drop it to the ground. Without hesitation, Savannah grabs the pipe and swings it at Redd...causing him to start backing up. She swings again, this time catching him in the right shoulder

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’m TIRED of this!

With another swing, Savannah aims at Redd’s head...but he reaches up and grabs the pipe...then with his free hand, grabs the back of Savannah’s head and SLAMS her face-first into the closest wall. She lets go of the pipe, the clanging ringing out as it hits the ground. With one hand on the back of her head and the other now grabbing her wrist, Redd spins her around and WHIPS her into the barbed-wire cage...the barbs catching at her clothes and her skin.

KIT DARLING: NO!!!

Savannah closes her eyes in pain as she slowly pulls herself from the barbs, ripping skin and pulling at her outfit’s fabric. When she opens her eyes and looks up again, Redd is gone.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ...coward…

With a little bit of pain in her movement from the fresh wounds on her body, Savannah turns to Kit and reaches through the bars...ignoring the barbs biting at her skin. Kit reaches out too, their fingers interlocking.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I will get you out of here, I promise.

KIT DARLING: Thank you, Sav. Just be careful.

Ignoring the pain, Savannah lets go of Kit’s hand and pulls her arm back through the bars...fresh gouges forming on her forearms. She stands and turns, grabbing the lead pipe from moments ago...and leaves the room, walking into the kitchen. The back door to the house, off of the kitchen, is wide open.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: So you want to run? We can play this game, Arik.

She grips the pipe tightly and runs out of the house, her eyes darting around...trying to see if she could spot anyone. But there is no red lit-up mask, no red hoodie...just…

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ASHER???

Standing in the upstairs window of the next house over, is Savannah’s brother Asher. As fast as her legs could take her, Savannah runs over to the next house. She runs up the stairs of the porch and tries to open the door, but it is locked. In desperation she steps back and tries to ram it with her shoulder, but it is no use. The door is not budging. Sunshine runs down off the porch and looks back up at the upstairs window to see it is empty...but a red splatter is now spread across the window itself.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ASHER!!! NO!!!

With the lead pipe tightly gripped, Savannah runs back up onto the back porch and ignores the door...this time walks up to the window next to the door. She looks away and shields her face with her free hand, then with one hard strike...smashes the window with the lead pipe. She reaches in and bends her arm slightly, unlocking the window. On the way back out though, she catches the broken glass and slices open her right bicep. She flinches at the pain and drops the pipe, but tries her best to ignore it as she lifts the window and slides into the house...leaving a trail of blood as she enters.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ASHER HOLD ON!!!

Running through the house and up the stairs, Savannah does her best not to trip. Once she gets to the second level, she finds that there are three doors and they are all shut. She starts on the far right, opening it to find pictures all over the walls. There are pictures of Savannah, standing in the ring with MYOJIN. In the middle of the room, are replicas of the OWA Tag Team Championship Titles. As Savannah enters the room, she can see that the words ‘YOU FAILED HIM’ are written all over the walls. Her breathing getting heavier, Savannah starts to frantically look around the room...until she finds the picture of Jacob Senn covering Savannah Sunshine, with the ref in the middle of slapping his hand down for the third and final count. She takes a step back as her eyes shift around at the pictures. Unknowingly, she bumps into the stand holding the replica OWA Tag Titles...knocking them onto the ground. The hard noise of the stand hitting the wooden floor jars her back as Savannah turns and looks at the titles.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I tried my best...I’m sorry MYOJIN…

With tears now in her eyes, she suddenly pulls herself out of her trance and exits the room...to try the next one. Savannah runs into the hallway and throws open the door to the next room, in a desperate attempt to find her brother...only to walk into another room full of pictures. This one is full of pictures of her match with Kallie Reznik, in Slaughterhouse Wrestling. A replica Brightburn Championship Title sits in an empty fish tank, on the floor in the middle of the room.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ...no…

Her eyes darted around the room, to pictures of Piranhas, pictures of electric eels, and a picture of Kallie hitting Savannah with a Northern Light’s Suplex into the tank. The words ‘YOU FAILED YOURSELF” are written up and down the wallpaper. Slowly Savannah turns to look at the wall that was behind her, to see a picture of Kallie Reznik hooking Sunshine’s leg while Savannah is convulsing. The ref’s hand coming down for the final count.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: NO!!!

Savannah, with tears running down her cheeks...runs out of the room and into the hallway. Her breathing becomes shallower as she seems just moments away from a panic attack. She runs up to the last door and opens it...to find a replica Project: Honor Noble Championship Title sitting on top of a Nickelodeon G.U.T.S. trophy. But Savannah’s eyes instantly look up to see pictures of her three-way dance with Jason Long and Kayla Richards. Pictures of barbed wire, and the complete chaos that the match was, surround the room. The words ‘YOU FAILED EVERYONE” are scribbled on the walls. Knowing what she is about to see, Savannah turns around to see a picture of Jason covering Kayla. Lighttube dust is still settling after he put her through a bed of them with a spinning tombstone piledriver, the lights from cell phone flashes can be seen in the background, and the ref’s hand coming down for the third and final slam can be seen. Another picture next to it is taken from the entrance way...where we see Jason Long walking up the ramp with his Prime Championship and Noble Championship...while Savannah Sunshine still lay unconscious and bloody in the ring, after Richards hit her with a Dreamkiller.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No...no...no...wait…

Suddenly realizing she is in the last of three upstairs rooms, her eyes shift to the window, where we see blood smeared on it. She slowly starts backing up, her head going back and forth…

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Asher? ASHER?

She stops walking as she bumps into the wall near an open closet door. A rustle inside the dark closet causes Savannah to turn and try to peer in.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Asher, is that you?

Suddenly the red purge mask lights up from inside the closet.

ARIK HOLT: No...but we can add him to the list of people you have FAILED.

Savannah stumbles back and steps on the G.U.T.S. trophy, breaking it into pieces, as Arik lunges out of the closet...grabbing Savannah by the hair. She falls onto her knees as Arik leans in towards her face.

ARIK HOLT: LOOK AROUND, Savannah. OWA … Slaughterhouse … the Noble Championship. You have failed. And that is why you needed MY help.

Arik points to the picture of Jason Long disregarding an injured Savannah. He yanks her hair, causing her head to twist to be pointed directly at the picture.

ARIK HOLT: This picture right here is the very ESSENCE of what I have been trying to tell you. No one cares about you, Savannah. Jason could probably be the one who cares less. You know why he wants you next to him? It makes him look good. A soft, beautiful, bubbly woman...similar to a trophy wife. Yet, you are so blind...that you can not see it. WHY CAN’T YOU SEE IT???

While Arik continued his banter, he did not see Savannah reaching down and feeling on the floor, before grabbing a jagged piece of the broken G.U.T.S. trophy.

ARIK HOLT: But don’t worry, Savannah. I am here to make it all better. I am the help...I am the solution...I am-

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: FUCKING DEAD!!!

With as much force as she could muster, Savannah swings the jagged piece of trophy around and shanks Arik in his side. With a howl of pain, he lets go of Savannah’s hair...but not before she manages to shank him one more time. Feeling at the blood trickling out of his fresh new wounds, Arik stumbles back towards the window.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I will NOT let you hurt anyone EVER AGAIN!!!

A fire built up in her eyes and the shallow breathing stopped as Savannah stood to her feet. Arik looked up just in time to see Savannah spin around and hit her Jawbreaker on him. With a LOUD crash and shattering noise, the spinning heel kick pushed Arik not only back...but he smashed through the window and fell out of the second story window. Savannah dropped the broken trophy and let out a sigh.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: It’s over…

Savannah slowly walked over to the window and looked out onto the ground below to see bits and pieces of the broken window, some blood spots, and a broken piece of red purge mask...but no Arik Holt.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: How the hell...

Savannah looked around the area, but could see no sign of him. Before she could try anything, a noise from the closet catches her attention again.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ...hello?

ASHER: Savannah…

Savannah’s eyes light up as her brother steps out of the closet, a large gash across his chest and a few bruises on his face, but still alive and kicking. Savannah goes to hug him, but he holds his hand out to stop her...his other hand touching at his chest wound.

ASHER: Go take care of this asshole. Finish him off.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Oh, when I’m done with him he won’t be known as Redd anymore...he’ll be known as black and blue.

Asher smiles as he motions for her to go. Listening to her brother, Savannah quickly leaves the room and runs down the steps. She throws open the front door and steps out onto the front porch...before suddenly wobbling a little bit. She looks at her right arm and starts to realize that she has lost a lot of blood already.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ARIK? WHERE...THE HELL ARE YOU???

UNFAMILIAR VOICE: SaaVVVAAAAnnAAAAAHHH…

Savannah’s eyes widen at the sound of the voice that carries through the little neighborhood. To us it is unfamiliar, to her it is as familiar as looking in the mirror.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No...no, leave me alone.

The slamming of a door across the street catches Savannah’s attention, disrupting the echoing voice in her head. She runs down the steps, through the abandoned police cruisers in the street, to the house across the way. Once on the porch, she quickly turns the knob and throws the door open...only to be horrified at what she sees. The living room of the house is empty, with the exception of a picture of her standing in an OWA ring...with purple hair. A name is written under the picture…’Persephone Bane’.

PERSOPHONE BANE: Don’t ignore us NOW, Savannah…

The voice rings out, quickly followed by another voice.

ARIK HOLT: You hear her, Savannah...just like I hear him. Let her in. Let her come play with me. Free the darkness.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: NOOO!!!

Savannah sees Arik appear from behind the doorway to the next room and she charges forward. She swings a right hook, but it is blocked by Arik. A left hook is also quickly blocked by Arik as they both end up in the dining room of the house, which is full of dining room furniture. Savannah throws a knee up into Arik’s side, and quickly follows it up with an uppercut that connects and causes Arik to stumble back into a curio cabinet full of dishes. Savannah steps back and unleashes with a MONSTER spinning heel kick...but Arik ducks underneath it and Savannah catches the curio cabinet instead, shattering the glass into hundreds of small pieces. With Savannah looking at her sliced up foot, Arik takes advantage of the situation and grabs one of the dining room chairs...shattering it over Savannah’s back, driving her down to one knee. Arik reaches down and grabs Savannah by the neck...pulling her back up to her feet. And with a show of might, he lifts her up into the air and chokeslams her down into the middle of the dining room table. Savannah lets out a little bit of a squeak as she hits, knocking all the air out of her lungs.

ARIK HOLT: I keep offering my help and you turn it away for what? To stay Jason’s little sex toy? TO continue being nothing more than a side piece? You deserve better, Savannah. And if I have to get rid of the rest of them to get you to follow me...I will. Starting with that little blonde cunt…

Arik turns to walk out of the dining room as Savannah slowly rolls over onto her stomach.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Don’t...fucking...touch...her…

The Fallout General Manager Assistant turns around to look at Savannah, only to see her jump off the table and wrap her legs around his neck...driving his face into the ground with her Hurricana Driver, aka the Candyland Destroyer. Savannah grabs the unconscious Holt and flips him over onto his back.

KIT DARLING: SAVANNAH!!!

Candyland’s Greatest Export turns towards the front of the house, where she heard Kit’s voice call from. She jumps to her feet and walks as quickly as she can to the doorway...leaning up against the frame as the blood loss is starting to really get to her. Barely able to lift her head, she can see Kit standing on top of one of the police cruisers. Her hands are tied behind her back and a noose is wrapped around her neck and tied to a tree branch just ten feet from the top of the light bar.

KIT DARLING: Savannah...please...help me.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Kit…

Slowly Savannah walks out of the doorway, dragging herself across the front of the porch and stumbles slightly down the front stairs.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ...I’m coming…

The night sky lights up and a loud crack up thunder fills the area as rain begins to pour down. Fighting to stand up from blood loss and with a small limp because of her cut up foot, Savannah walks over the front yard and to the street, by the cop car. Leaning slightly on the car, she looks up at Kit, who is having a hard time not slipping on the wet car top.

KIT DARLING: I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on…

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I won’t let you fall…

ARIK HOLT: But I would!

Savannah turns around and jumps out of the way as Arik’s knife slices into the quarter panel of the cop car, instead of Savannah herself. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Savannah climbs up onto the hood of the cop car and then tries to get to the top of the car...but Arik grabs her leg and yanks her down onto the hood. Savannah flips over as Arik comes down with his knife, but she moves just as it pierces through the hood. Holt pulls it out and comes back down with it, only for Savannah to move again and the knife jams into the hood. But this time it must have gone into something else as it gets stuck and Arik begins to fight to yank it out. Savannah takes the moment to kick Arik square in the face, causing blood to instantly begin pouring from his nose. Stumbling back, Arik gets enough distance away that Savannah turns and climbs to the top of the police cruiser. As quickly as she can, she undoes the noose around Kit’s neck and unties her hands.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: GO!

Kit jumps off the cruiser as Savannah turns around only to catch a punch to the gut. Doubling over in pain, Holt reaches up and grabs the back of Savannah’s head...AND JUMPS INTO THE AIR...COMING DOWN WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER!!! THE MOMENT ONTO THE WINDSHIELD OF THE CRUISER CAUSING THE WINDSHIELD TO CRACK AND SPIDER OUT!!! With blood dripping down the windshield from where Savannah’s face is...Arik slowly slides off the hood onto his own two feet.

ARIK HOLT: All you had to do was follow me, Savannah. That’s all I wanted. Yeah, I fell in love with you...but I never expected you to love me back. I just wanted you to understand me, follow me to the ends of the earth, do everything I asked of you. Was that too much to ask?

Arik grabs Savannah’s hands and pulls her unconscious body off of the cruiser, her legs dragging on the asphalt.

ARIK HOLT: It was all for your benefit. It was all to make you and the rest of the wrestling world see the potential I saw in you. But then you let Kit, Nathan, and Jason get to you. You let all those negative nancies get into your head. I’d rather you have listened to Persephone and ran rampant on Project: Honor...and Omega Wrestling...and Slaughterhouse. At least then I know you would be looking out for yourself.

Dropping the unconscious body of Savannah Sunshine completely on the ground, Arik turns and looks at the ice cream truck.

ARIK HOLT: But now...now you have to learn a lesson. You have to understand just how deadly sweets can be. Almost a metaphor to what I wanted to turn the Candyland Queen into.

With Savannah still laying on the ground, feet from the Ice Cream truck, Arik walks over to the nearest police cruiser and opens the back door. Grabbing something out of it, he stands up and slams the door shut. A clinking noise and then the sound of metal dragging can be heard as he walks away from the back of the car.

ARIK HOLT: They didn’t envision the Savannah Sunshine that I did. Hell, even YOU didn’t see yourself as what I saw you COULD be. You were right on the precipice, right...there.

As he gets out from behind the cop car, we see he is carrying a large tow chain with two hooks on it.

ARIK HOLT: And that’s what bothers me the most. You couldn’t believe in yourself. Fuck what everyone else said.

Holt hooks one side of the chain up to the tow hook on the front of the police cruiser. He grabs the other end of the chain and starts walking towards the ice cream truck and the downed Savannah Sunshine.

ARIK HOLT: But NO...I almost had you RIGHT where you needed to be. Then you let them get inside your head. You let them get to you. You let them push that competitive Savannah down.

Using a small ladder that had been placed up against the ice cream truck, Arik climbs up it and attaches the other side of the chain to a bar that had been welded onto the top of the ice cream truck.

ARIK HOLT: And all that work I did with you? Wasted. Me helping you win the Noble Championship? WASTED!

Arik climbs down the ladder and walks out of the way of the ice cream truck.

ARIK HOLT: So this? This is your punishment. One of the sweetest treats in the world, is going to become deadly. Sort of fitting ending for the Candyland Queen herself.

Lifting his hand into the air and clicking his fingers, the police cruiser starts up and slowly begins to back up, putting tension on the chain. As the chain gets taught, the Ice cream truck slowly begins to lift up onto two tires, precariously leaning towards the still not moving Savannah Sunshine.

ARIK HOLT: It is sad, really. You’re such a beautiful woman. You had so much talent. And you wasted it...you wasted it all.

The ice cream truck starts to barely balance on its two tires when a tire squeal is heard. Arik turns around just in time to see one of the other police cruisers come flying towards him. Without any time to react, the car slams into Arik, sending him flying off to the side. At that moment the ice cream truck tips over and comes flying down to squash Savannah...only for it to land on the hood of the moving police cruiser, the car stopping it from falling onto Savannah. The engine turns off, the door swings open, and Asher steps out of the driver’s seat.

ASHER: Sis, please be okay!

Asher runs over to Savannah as she begins to move. He helps her sit up as she slowly looks around, her left eye is already black and blue, while blood from her nose had already crusted on her top lip.

ASHER: We need to get you out of here and to the hospital.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No...he has to die first.

ASHER: You are hurt, Savannah. You need to be checked out by a Doctor.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: NO! If I leave...he wins. I can’t let him win. You stay here, I’ll take care of him and I’ll be right back...I promise.

Savannah stands to her feet and slowly walks over to where Arik landed after being hit by the car. Laying in the grass was Arik Holt. His red hoodie was torn and a ‘Savannah Sunshine’ t-shirt could be seen underneath it. Savannah slowly kneeled down next to the motionless body and wiped some rain water off of Arik’s face.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Why did you do this, Arik? We could have been besties. But you snapped and became someone totally different. I’m sorry it had to end this-

Before Savannah could finish her sentence, every street light on the block went out. The flashing lights on the police cruisers stopped. Even every light that was on in the surrounding houses went out. It left Savannah and everyone else in a pitch black neighborhood.

ARIK HOLT: It does have to end Savannah.

Without seeing Arik move, Savannah quickly jumped to her feet and looked around...but couldn’t see anything.

ARIK HOLT: But it doesn’t end for me. You see, tonight is the night it all begins for Arik Holt. Tonight is the night I get almost everything I have wanted.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well you’re not getting me.

ARIK HOLT: I gave up on getting you a while ago, Savannah.

Suddenly the area is lit up by hundreds of green purge masks.

ARIK HOLT: I still wish you could see things my way. But I understand that I may never be able to pull you from him, or your unloyal friends. And this isn’t going to be a OWA Comeback of the Year type moment. This is IT! This is the FINALE! This…

The green purge masks all turn off as a partial red purge mask lights up behind Savannah.

ARIK HOLT: ...is where you lose.

The street lights kick back on and we fully see Arik behind Savannah. He turns her around and quickly greets her with a hard right, then a hard left, then another hard right. As Savannah stumbles back, Arik takes a moment to reach behind his back. As he brings his arm back around, he now has a large knife. He swipes at Savannah, but she manages to dodge his attempts.

ARIK HOLT: This is for your own good, Savannah!

Arik stumbles over the curb and Savannah takes the moment to turn and run off behind the partially tipped over ice cream truck. Arik slowly follows behind her and turns the corner, expecting to find Savannah hiding...but she is not there.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No, Arik. This is for YOUR own good.

Looking up, Arik saw Savannah standing on top of the partially tipped truck. Before he could say anything, Savannah jumped...STARBURST!!! DIVING CROSSBODY AND SAVANNAH SLAMS INTO ARIK HOLT!!! Savannah lays motionless on the ground, on top of Arik as a ref appears out of the darkness.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NO!!! ARIK KICKED OUT!!!

Savannah goes flying to the side as Arik sits up and turns his head to look at her, his red purge mask slightly flickering as part of it is cracked and not working.

ARIK HOLT: Do you think your little games were going to work on me, Savannah? THIS...IS MY WORLD!!!

Arik holds his arms out.

ARIK HOLT: THIS IS MY GAME!!!

He slowly stands to his feet as Savannah slowly backs up to the curb.

ARIK HOLT: IT’S OVER, SAVANNAH!!! It’s over for you...it’s over for Jason...it’s over for Fallout and this love affair they have with you both.

KIT DARLING: Oh fuck off!

Just as Arik looks up from Savannah, Kit Darling swings a large two-by-four, catching Arik in the face. His mask cracks more and the bottom part of it breaks off. Kit pulls the two-by-four back and swings again, but Arik grabs it and rips it out of her hands...tossing it to the ground. Kit charges forward, but Arik grabs her by the throat.

ARIK HOLT: And as for YOU. You are a symbol of everything wrong. You tried taking an innocent and talented young lady...and manipulating her, bending her to YOUR will...not her own.

Kit reals back and spits in Arik’s face. In a fit of rage, Arik throws Kit’s arm over his shoulder...lifts her into the air...and CHOKESLAMS her onto the road. With Kit laying out cold on the ground and his mask continuing to flicker while only covering his eyes and nose like a twisted Phantom Of the Opera mask, Arik turns towards Savannah.

ARIK HOLT: This ends-

Arik spins around and HARD clotheslines Asher to the ground as he was trying to run up on Arik from behind. Holt turns back around to Sunshine.

ARIK HOLT: THIS ENDS NOW!!! I really don’t want to give up on you Savannah, but you leave me no choice. But you know what that’s like, right? Just giving up on someone? After all...that’s what you did to Axl...right? You got tired of him and gave up on him, instead finding your way to some guy named David. Sending the poor bloke into a downward spiral of emotions.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Shut up.

Tears slowly begin to stream down Savannah’s face.

ARIK HOLT: Or what about Finnegan? But when you got bored with him...you shook your little hips back to Axl.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Please...Arik…

ARIK HOLT: But what happened when you got tired of Axl for the SECOND time? You gave up on him. And not only did yo9u move on... but you had Hades come in and MURDER him. So when you want to talk to me about trying to kill Jason...you have SOME nerve!

Tears begin to fall just as much as the rain is, cleaning the blood and dirt in little paths on Savannah’s face.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ...I can’t take this anymore…

ARIK HOLT: I once thought of you as my Queen. Now I look at you as nothing more than a peasant.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I SAID SHUT UP!!!

Savannah launches herself off the ground and begins a flurry of punches that send Arik stumbling backwards. She tries to catch him off guard with Jawbreaker, but Arik dodges the spinning heel kick, grabbing the two-by-four Kit hit him with earlier. As Savannah turns back towards Arik from her missed kick, Holt unleashes the two-by-four with a hard swing...catching the Candyland Queen in the side of the face and sending her to the ground. Arik walks up to her and crouches down, reaching out and moving some hair off of her face. But before he can say a word, Savannah reaches out and grabs the knife he dropped when she hit him with the Starburst. Before he could react, Savannah comes down hard, jamming the knife through his shoe and through his foot. With a loud cry of pain Arik hops back a few times, then falls onto his butt, grabbing at the knife.

ARIK HOLT: SAVANNAH! THAT FUCKING HURT!!!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Now…

Savannah slowly rises up to her knees.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ...now you have an inkling of how Jason felt when you stabbed him.

ARIK HOLT: How? I killed him! This…

He winces at the mere touch of the knife handle.

ARIK HOLT: ...this is just a small wound. I pull this out and I can get some stitches from the hospital. That’s nowhere near me killing Jason!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well then let me finish the job!

Savannah stands to her feet and runs over, drop-kicking Arik in the face. With Arik on his back, grabbing at his mouth, Savannah reaches up and grabs the knife...YANKING it out of his foot, causing him to yell out. Savannah repositions the knife in her hand and comes down blade first towards Arik’s chest...but Arik reaches up and grabs her arms, stopping her and trying to push her away

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You wanted me to be a little badass? You wanted me to let it all out and be some type of monster?

Savannah pushes down harder on the knife...causing Arik’s arms to slightly bend and weaken. The tip of the knife slowly touches his skin and begins to pierce it.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: WELL HERE YOU GO!!!

The knife very slowly begins to go deeper into Arik, the pain showing on his face. Savannah relaxes for a moment, giving Arik the opportunity to push her arms away and pull the knife out...but this only gives her the moment to pull the knife up and catch him off guard with jamming the knife square into his midsection, up to the hilt. Arik’s eyes widen in pain.

ARIK HOLT: Savannah...how could you?

Savannah stands to her feet as Arik lay there with the knife sticking out from his gut.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You did this to yourself, Arik. I wanted to be your friend. I wanted you to be my bestie. But you fudged that up. And I’m done with this.

With a deep breath, Sunshine turns her back to the bleeding and wounded Arik Holt.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I win.

ARIK HOLT: Don’t you get it, Savannah? No matter what happens here, I win. Whether I walk away victorious or you do what you just did to try to earn the victory...I STILL WIN.

She lowers her head, partially in shame.

ARIK HOLT: And aren’t you an avid Horror Movie watcher?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Yeah, wh-

As she started her response, Savannah started to turn around...only to catch a Spinning corkscrew roundhouse kick to the side of the face. Savannah drops to the ground after being popped with ‘Speak No Evil’...and Arik falls too after trying to land on the foot he was stabbed in. He cries out in pain, not only from his foot, but after the ground bumped the knife in his stomach. Both competitors have been stabbed, hit, and have lost a lot of blood. Arik lay on his back, breathing heavy from the pain...while Savannah lay on the ground, not moving after Holt’s roundhouse kick.

ARIK HOLT: ...then you should know better...than to turn your back on the villain…

Leaving a trail of blood, Arik turns onto his stomach, careful to avoid where the knife is, and pulls himself across the ground, before finally getting to Savannah. He brushes the hair out of her face and softly kisses her on the forehead.

ARIK HOLT: I hope you know this hurt me almost as much as it hurt you.

With that being said, he pulls himself across her torso and hooks her leg. A referee comes running out of the darkness and drops to the ground.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The air-raid siren lets out three loud alarms, ending the match. As Arik Holt pulls himself off of Savannah, medics rush in from all around...hurrying to tend to both competitors.

From the unaired ‘..and After’ on August 27th.

Hannah Morrison was still over excited about her new job. It was the kind of thing she always wanted to do, besides being a wrestler.

She was currently going through some papers while talking to herself. It was like she went through the next steps, point for point. A long moment before she saw him, she was aware of him entering the scene. A little smile spread on her face.

HANNAH MORRISON: Coming to congratulate me, huh?

LIL PETEY: You know it! Had to see you on your first day reporting for the show I’m on! You look so happy, I love to see it.

Lil Petey makes his grand entrance and walks right up to Hannah to give her a hug. Unlike the first time she didn't hesitate, she hugged him back.

HANNAH MORRISON: But the way I know you, that's not the only reason why you are here.

She winked at him. They hadn’t really known each other long, but she knew Petey better than most people already. She’s seen him behind the scenes, away from the boys, the real Petey. Of course he was here for another reason.

LIL PETEY: It’s like you can read my mind, what the heck! That selfie you posted earlier was FIRE… so I just wanted to come see you at work and put on a show for the people!

HANNAH MORRISON: I will let you know about a little secret. I have zero idea what I am doing, but it's great fun. Even running into Mister Holt.

LIL PETEY: Well, it looks like you got a great crew here, just be careful around Arik. You saw what he did to Savannah and Jason, right?

Her usual so friendly expression became instantly serious.

HANNAH MORRISON: Oh, don't worry. I am fully aware of what he did and who he is. But despite the opinion of some people, I am not a damsel in distress. And I am not scared of a man like him. What he did was pretty pointless.

Petey just got lost listening to her sweet voice sounding so badass. It confused him, actually, how someone as cute as her could have a stronger backbone than most people in this business.

LIL PETEY: That’s what I like about you. You don’t take shit from anyone! Changing the subject though to something not so stabby… How did you enjoy the show? I know we had our time at the catering area, but did you see the rest?

HANNAH MORRISON: When do I ever miss you in action? Don't be silly.

She laughed while punching his shoulder.

HANNAH MORRISON: Things are getting pretty interesting for you, huh?

A lot of thoughts filled his mind, but Petey had to remember he was on live TV and had to behave.

LIL PETEY: Yeah! My brother signed to Fallout, I got this Warrior Rising Championship Match at Night of Honor, not to mention this Title Match in OWA, too. Just a lot going on, but even with all that going on, I still enjoy my time with you around.

HANNAH MORRISON: It's great to have family around, isn't it? Or maybe not. I guess we are going to find it. And about your match? I might have a little idea about that.

Hannah leaned closer so she could whisper something to him. And only him.

LIL PETEY: Oh really?

The excitement in Petey’s eyes doesn’t do it enough justice just how excited he really is. He starts nodding uncontrollably.

LIL PETEY: Yes, yes, yes! You absolutely can. And I’m honestly stoked that Cole is starting to wrestle, just a little shocked he didn’t tell me, you feel me? It’s all good though, just sending him good vibes as he gets started!

HANNAH MORRISON: Maybe he wanted to surprise you, who knows? But I am sure he supports you just as much. That's usually what family does. Or what I have been told.

She smiled but shrugged. Petey knew exactly what she was talking about and let out a slight chuckle.

LIL PETEY: Yeah, I know he does. We’re actually meeting up in a few days to hang out with all the boys. I’m excited. But enough about me, aren’t you supposed to be reporting on this show or something? I don’t know how these things work.

HANNAH MORRISON: Now that you mention it… Usually someone yells when it's my time.

She looked around.

HANNAH MORRISON: Where is my yelling person?

Petey points at a random person.

LIL PETEY: Is that them?

HANNAH MORRISON: That could be.

Everything got quiet for a second. The person that Petey was just pointing at just stares at the two hinting at something. It took them a few seconds, but Petey leans over and whispers something to Hannah that only she can hear.

Instantly, Hannah’s face turns red and Petey holds onto her while looking directly at the camera.

LIL PETEY: Ayyeee we live baby! We knew that we were just testing y’all to see if you were paying attention, you feel me? So uh, what’s next?

GRACE LOPEZ: Well, you guys are supposed to just be choosing the Spot of the Night…

HANNAH MORRISON: We totally knew that, chica. Totally.

She giggled slightly, winking at Petey.

HANNAH MORRISON: You heard the lady, pick your Spot of the Night…

Petey leans over to whisper something to Hannah again. By now it was hard to not laugh out loud.

HANNAH MORRISON: I know my Spot of the Night. There is only one choice… Elena DeDraca doing Jason Long a favour by taking out Swindle. Flight of the Raven all the way.

LIL PETEY: I would have to agree! There isn’t another spot I can think of that would win that. Great choice! Y’all got any questions for me before I make like a hippie and blow this joint?

HANNAH MORRISON: How will you celebrate your win in that upcoming title match? Of course in a very innocent way, you need to behave.

LIL PETEY: What’s one thing you’ve wanted to do and haven’t yet?

HANNAH MORRISON: Have dinner in Paris.

LIL PETEY: Looks like we’ll be taking the first flight to Paris then!

At first she thought he was cracking another joke, but he wasn't laughing.

HANNAH MORRISON: You got yourself a deal there.

GRACE LOPEZ: There you have it, not only did we hear from them about stuff we really didn’t plan on, we got our Spot of the Night and a potential date??

CHLOE BARR: If Petey wins the Warrior Rising Championship, he’s taking Hannah to Paris! How romantic!

Aww’s fill the studio until everyone realizes they need to get back to their jobs.

The scene cuts to show Denzel Porter sitting in a chair with a backdrop behind him that reads, ‘THE DENZEL PORTER SHOW’. He’s got a mic in hand, ready to make his debut in front of the Project: Honor cameras.

DENZEL PORTER: Welcome to the Denzel Porter show. I am coming to you live from the Tokyo Dome here in Tokyo, Japan for PROJECT: HONOR PRESENTS NIGHT OF HONOR... THE PRECIPICE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING WEEK TWO! This will no doubt be a legendary night as the stars of tonight will try to Rise To The Honor that their fellow competitors did last week for week one. Now Tara Fenix, who defeated Emmanuelle to become the new Warrior Rising Champion who in week one will have to defend the title tonight against my guest tonight! Give it up for “The Drip Sensation", "All Gas, No Brakes", "One Hip Wonder", "Mr. Clout", "Mr. Hydration", "The MILF Hunter", "Big Booty Bandit"... LIL PETEY!

At the sound of his name, Lil Petey comes from around the corner dripped out like never before. He’s got a tropical button-up on, only halfway buttoned to show off his chest, ripped up blue jeans, bright salmon kicks, a fur coat, and salmon tinted sunglasses. Petey’s hair is more curly than usual, bouncing with every step he takes. He slowly walks up to Denzel, daps him up, then takes a seat next to him.

LIL PETEY: YOOO, whattup my dawg? Glad you finally made it around these parts. Especially a night like tonight! Thank you for wanting to take time out of that busy ass schedule of yours to talk to ya boy. Oh, y’all like my drip tonight? I’m feelin’ extra drippy out here, sheeeeeeeeesh!

Denzel chuckles and slaps his hand on his knee.

DENZEL PORTER: Thank you for agreeing to do this sit down interview with me. I've been a fan of yours for a long time so this interview will be one of my favourites. So now tell me Petey, how did you get your start in wrestling, and how did you end up in Project: Honor?

LIL PETEY: Funny story actually. I’ve been tryna get my rap career going with my boy Sauce, but it was taking longer than I wanted. I heard about an opportunity when Project: Honor was first opening up and I figured why the hell not? Entertain some people, make some quick cash and get my name out there! It turns out that I actually enjoy this shit and have gotten a lot better at it, so music is my side piece now while I spend time with the main piece.

DENZEL PORTER: Haha, I have seen the rap videos and they are very entertaining, just like you have been for Project: Honor. Now tell me about how Big Drip Productions is doing as a unit in Project: Honor? Any significant wins or goals you guys have set for yourself?

LIL PETEY: Well, last time we were all together we tried to take on the former Tag Team Champions and were unable to win. Since then, we’ve all kinda been doing different things. I’d like to see the boys team up again to fight for those tag belts, but I think right now we’re all just vibin’ and tryna make sure TJ doesn’t get kidnapped. Oh, and making sure Sauce isn’t taken by BBB which shouldn’t be a problem since he’s close to turning eighteen.

DENZEL PORTER: Well, yes, let's hope young TJ doesn't get kidnapped. Now back to you, some people in Project: Honor have said you don't take the sport seriously. Now earlier, you said you got into the business for your rap career, but now you actually love this business. What do you have to say to the people who hate you and don't think you have what it takes to make it pro wrestling?

Petey rolls his eyes and leans back in the chair.

LIL PETEY: Haterz are my motivaterz, dawg. I been sayin’ that since day one. Everyone’s got an opinion on something and all that matters to me is the people in my circle and what I do, not what people gotta say about shit. Ever since the beginning I’ve had people hatin’ on me for no reason, but those same people tried to come at me for the clout and they are no longer here. I got different companies rooting against me just because they like someone else. All that noise just adds more fuel to my fire, fam, you feel me? I let it motivate me because when I prove them wrong, it shuts them up and I go on about my business as usual. Also, y’all know I ain’t about those bad vibes, it’s good vibes only with me!

Denzel nods his head with agreement to Lil Petey.

DENZEL PORTER: That's what I love about you Lil Petey. You don't let negativity bring you down. It shows with how far you've come in this company. Now you're just one win away from becoming Warrior Rising Champion, but the journey here wasn't easy. Tell the people how you ended up in this Championship match?

LIL PETEY: Sheeeesh, what a ride it’s been. I think it started after I beat Ozymandias and Mark Hunter for the Grand Championship, only for it to be taken away like thirty seconds later. I realized I wasn’t quite ready for that type of competition, even though I technically won that. I wanted to step down some and fight with the rising bitches in the company. The Friends Like These tournament was announced and I was teamed up with the boy Scott Oasis against Brandon Hendrix and Ace Sky. Easy dub there, obviously. After that we had a six-way - not the kind I thought it was - where Tara and I walked away as co-winners of that match. Indy flipped a coin to determine who would face Emmanuelle first for the Warrior Rising Championship and I got lucky enough to face the winner of that match which is tonight, while Tara has to face us both now since she won. She’s been talkin’ a lot on Twitter too, but like I said I let that shit motivate me. But that leads us to where we are now.

DENZEL PORTER: I am a fan of Tara’s as well and have seen the Tweets and she seems very confident, but the moment for you is almost here. All the hard work and hurdles you had to overcome all come down to this match. What would a win tonight against Tara and winning The Warrior Rising Championship tonight mean for you?

Petey pauses for a second and looks lost in thought.

DENZEL PORTER: Petey?

He snaps out of it and comes to his senses.

LIL PETEY: Sorry, just imagining Tara choking me out like I keep asking her to. What was the question again? Oh yeah, what would the win mean to me? I mean, I been working my ass off since day one and since I started taking wrestling more seriously, I’ve just been wanting to hold a shiny belt on my shoulder like TJ did with the Warrior Rising belt. Beating her for the belt would mean more than sex with Sauce’s mom, I can assure you that much. I’ve seen different people hold that belt and from those that I’ve seen, I think Tara is going to be the toughest one of them all. Beating her means I really got it and that I shut all the haterz up. All jokes aside, I know it won’t be easy and while Tara seems busy constantly tweeting or worrying about her friends and what they got going on, she’s gonna bring the business to me. I just gotta be able to capitalize on a missed opportunity by her and put an end to her short title reign.

DENZEL PORTER: Very well said, my friend. Now before I let you go and get ready for your match, I have one more question for you. Who in Project: Honor you haven't faced yet you would like to step into the ring with?

LIL PETEY: Damn, that’s a good one. I’d probably have to say Cadillac Jackson or Julius Motherfucking Fairweather! Cadillac is a badass and seeing him go to war with that tentacle bitch like he did was absolutely spectacular. Julius, I don’t think I even gotta explain this one. It’s Julius, of course I’d like to share the ring with the homie.

Lil Petey’s phone dings as a message rolls in. He takes a peak at it quickly.

LIL PETEY: Iight dawg, this has been fun, but I gotta go and get ready for my match. Hopefully you’ll stay for the show and check out more of what we got to offer here, you feel me? Catch you on the flippity flip.

Petey throws up the peace sign as he gets out of the chair and exits the scene.

HOLLY PEREZ: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the WARRIOOOORR RISING CHAMPIONSHIP!

TREY BOOKER: And here comes the first title match of the show tonight, and arguably one of the biggest to anticipate!

The opening beat to "oops!!!" by Yung Gravy w/ Lil Wayne graces the ears of everyone in the audience. Peach and pink strobe lights start going off. Every woman in attendance suddenly feels the drip as the lyrics start and Lil Petey steps out onto the stage. Fur coat, multi-colored button up that's only halfway buttoned up, and black pants make up his attire. Petey's got a microphone in hand and starts to rap with the lyrics, even though the mic doesn't actually work.

♫Ayy, supercalifragilisticexpialiexpiali-dope shit
Supercalifragilic-, my ex be on some ho shit
Superman, I get dem bands but ain't gon' buy you roses
Super-duper get them cougars, took my wrist and froze it
Super-duper hoes
Y'all got Oompa Loompa hoes
I ain't never knew ya hoes
Prolly still ran through 'em, though♫

Lil Petey stops on the ramp and looks around at some of the women reaching out to him. He walks up to this couple as the song continues. Petey looks at the dude and points at the chick.

♫Oh, wait, wait, I do know your hoe?
You talkin' 'bout, you talkin' 'bout Tracy?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, you mean like, like, Tracy with the ass?
Tracy with the, with the Honda?
Shit, well♫

Petey winks at the woman and then starts jumping up and down while getting closer to the ring.

♫Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby♫

By this time, Petey is in the ring, taking his fur coat off. He gently hands it to an official outside and vibes in the ring until the start of the match or until his opponent enters.

HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first, the challenger! Standing at 5 foot 11 inches and weighing in at 180 pounds and hailing from Condon, France… He isss THE DRIP SENSAAAATIOOOON, LIL PEEEETEEEEEEEYYYY!

TREY BOOKER: This is the closest that Lil Petey has ever gotten to a singles championship here in Project: Honor, it undoubtedly has been a long journey Mr. Clout to make it to this Warrior Rising title match!

J.T. PRICE: Don't get your hopes up, Booker. This is as close as this weirdo is going to get to the belt! Tara Fenix had to go through a war to earn that championship and there's mo way she's losing it on her first defense!

Every light in the arena shuts off… moments later, a single blue spotlight shines to the curtain as the opening melody for “The Eagle Flies Alone” by Arch Enemy plays over the PA system and the crowd is giving their mixed reactions… The longtime fans have cheered, and overpower the ones who do not know whether to cheer or not; some join in just out of peer pressure. Fog has filled the stage. The first verse comes and goes. The chorus comes in.

I, I go my own way!
I swim against the stream!
(Forever) I will fight the powers that be!

Tara emerges from behind the curtains; her head is covered by her hood. Tara stands at the top of the stage with a sneer on her face as her eyes scan the crowd as if to find her supporters. Some of the crowd has gotten louder in her favor, while others are still mixed. Tara flings the hood back, and takes a better look at the crowd- raising the Warrior Rising Championship in the air! The legendary Tara strides down the ramp; the stride turns to a brisk walk about halfway down the ramp. The crowd along the front row is bowing down to her. As she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she goes around to the camera side of the ring, leaps onto the apron with one knee and straightens out her other leg while looking at the crowd and the camera.

I, I go my own way!
I swim against the stream!
(Forever) I will fight the pοwers that be!
The eagle flies alone!

Tara crawls between the middle and lower ropes, and crawls to the middle of the ring. After standing up, she walks to the nearest turnbuckle and goes to the second turnbuckle; she just stares out at the crowd, and shouts out inaudible words. After several seconds of basking, she does a one-eighty off of the second rope and landing. She hands her coat to the referee, then proceeds to wait for the match to start.

HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing second, rising from the ashes all the way from Glasgow, Scotland and standing at 5 feet 6 inches, weighing in at 143 pounds… SHE IS THE WAAAAAARIOOOOOR RISING CHAAAAAMPIOOOOON, TAAAARAAAA FENIIIX!

TREY BOOKER: The woman who just one week ago went through hell to win the belt in her hands from the former champ, Emmanuelle- Tara Fenix has proved that she is here to win and has fulfilled her promise! But the question is, is she ready to defend it so soon?

J.T. PRICE: Of course she is! Against this incel? It'll be easy for her!

TREY BOOKER: It's hard not to root for them both here tonight! For Tara to retain or for Petey to finally win the big one, but either way- someone will leave the winner!

J.T. PRICE: If he does win it, I hope he loses it in less time than he lost the Grand Title… If that even counts as a reign...

Tara looks down at her freshly won title, before handing it to the referee. The referee then walks over to show it to Lil Petey, who excitedly bounces up and down in his corner. Walking in the middle of the ring, the referee raises the title in the air before handing it off to the timekeeper. The match begins.

DING! DING! DING!

Both champion and challenger begin moving from their corners, holding their hands out warily for each other- Petey makes the first move, gping for a headlock! He forces Tara down onto one knee, keeping a vice grip around her dome- but she quickly begins to stand and move toward the ropes. He tries to halt her from doing so, but she pushes him against them- causing him to rebound! She quickly goes to follow after, and takes him down with an arm drag! Fenix then puts the Drip Sensation into a grounded armbar!

TREY BOOKER: The Phoenix Queen quickly showing off her technical ability as she and Lil Petey trade holds!

J.T. PRICE: Proving just how inferior the wannabe rapper is to her!

Petey grits his teeth in pain, quickly trying to make his way to a rope break-! But she rolls him over, the champion quickly tries to go to apply a FIGURE FOUR TO PETEY'S ARM!

TREY BOOKER: PHOENIX LOCK #2 INCOMING!

J.T. PRICE: She's about to make quick work out of him!

Petey quickly pulls his arm away from her but catches her legs, he twists them around his knee and GOES TO TURN OVER FOR A SHARPSHOOTER! The crowd goes alive at the sudden counter!

TREY BOOKER: Wait- PREGAME!

J.T. PRICE: Where did he learn how to do that?!

But the champion isn't having it, she quickly goes to roll back over and uses her foot to start kicking Petey in the abdomen! Mr. Clout lets go, holding his stomach as she kips up and NAILS him with a Shoot Kick that sends him to the mat! Tara goes for a cover!

ONE-
Kickout!

Petey goes to quickly help himself up in the corner!

TREY BOOKER: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep him down this early.

J.T. PRICE: She needs to quickly hurry up, she only has about 13 minutes to get this done! C'mon, Tara!

The Goddess backs up into the opposite corner, pointing finger guns at the challenger quickly recovering- she runs in with a STINGER SPLASH IN THE CORNER! Then pulls him out with a SNAPMARE, causing Petey to land on bis ass in the middle of the ring- She then hits the ropes- BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE NECK! Petey falls over, holding his head!

TREY BOOKER: Right to the back of the head!

J.T. PRICE: Vicious, but practical!

Instead of going for the cover, she takes the arm of his that he had targeted earlier and holds it out- LANDING A KNEE DROP ON THE ARM! THEN ANOTHER, before bending his wrist in an elevated wristlock! Petey yells out in pain as Fenix wears a confident grin on her face!

TREY BOOKER: She has Petey in a bad way!

J.T. PRICE: Working on his arm, textbook wrestling but extremely efficient!

Petey attempts to crawl to the ropes, but she bends his wrist back further! He cries out, but keeps going for the ropes- Fenix pulls him up by the waist to stop him- LIFTING HIM UP FOR A REVERSE DDT- No, he spins out of it and catches her with a mean elbow! Fenix stumbles back, holding her jaw! He goes for a clothesline, BUT SHE CATCHES HIM UP- CROSSING THE LEGS IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY, GOING FOR THE PHOENIX DRIVER- PETEY SPINS OUT OF IT INTO A SLING BLADE, PLANTING HER!

TREY BOOKER: I'm… honestly surprised how well he's keeping up with her at the moment!

J.T. PRICE: This cannot be happening.

Petey looks down and sees the opportunity, a wide grin appearing on his face as he begins yelling “DRIP!”- The audience catching on, chanting it alongside him before he runs towards the ropes- and stops near Fenix's head and SMASHES HER STERNUM IN WITH A SNAP ELBOW DROP!

TREY BOOKER: LIL PETEY'S ELBOW!

J.T. PRICE: NO!

But he doesn't go for the pin as Fenix holds her chest! Petey looks to the ropes again, then down at Fenix and waves his hand over his face before saying “YOU CAN'T SEE ME!”

TREY BOOKER: He's going for Can't See This!

Mr. Clout goes to the ropes again and stops at her head, taunting her before going for the FIST DROP- SHE MOVES AND HIS FIST SMASHES INTO THE FLOOR, THE SAME HURT ARM FROM EARLIER IS HURT EVEN WORSE AS HE HOLDS HIS KNUCKLES, QUICKLY TRYING TO GET UP- BUT IS MET WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW!

TREY BOOKER: GENOCIDE KICK! GENOCIDE KICK!

J.T. PRICE: THERE WE GO!

Before Petey even has the chance to fall the mat, the champion catches his limp body and lifts him up on her shoulders once more- crossing his legs! FENIX THEN DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE SITOUT DRIVER!

TREY BOOKER: PHOENIX DRIVER!

J.T. PRICE: THAT HAS TO BE IT!

SHE HOLDS ON FOR THE PIN!

OOONE!
TWO!
THRE- KICKOUT!

THE AUDIENCE CAN'T BELIEVE IT, NEITHER CAN THE CHAMP AS SHE STARES IN DISBELIEF AND ANNOYANCE!

TREY BOOKER: PETEY KICKED OUT!

J.T. PRICE: WHAT THE HELL? WHAT SUPPLEMENTS IS THAT LITTLE RODENT PUTTING IN HIS WHITE CLAWS?!

Fenix begins to stand, breathing heavily as she begins making her way to the rope! She turns to make sure that Petey hasn't moved-! FENIX GOES FOR THE MOONSTOMP-

TREY BOOKER: PHOENIX DROP-

NO, PETEY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SHE LANDS ALL THAT PRESSURE ON BOTH OF HER ANKLES! FENIX YELLS OUT IN PAIN, FALLING OVER BUT PETEY QUICKLY TAKES ADVANTAGE- ROLLING HER UP INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN!

ONE!
TWO!-

NO! FENIX COUNTERS WITH A ROLLUP OF HER OWN!

ONE!
TWO!-

PETEY SLIPS OUT AND PULLS HER INTO A SUNSET FLIP PIN!

ONE!
TWO
THREE-

FENIX FLIPS THE CHALLENGER OVER INTO A SITOUT PIN OF HER OWN!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE- AT THE LAST MILLISECOND, PETEY FORCES HIS WEIGHT UP AND HOOKS HER LEGS WITH A JACKKNFE PIN!

OOOONE!
TWOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREE!

TREY BOOKER: WOAH!

J.T. PRICE: WHAT THE HELL?!


The crowd EXPLODES with surprise! Even the referee looks on in shock as the sound inside the Tokyo Dome is almost defeaning! Petey's eyes are WIDE, he isn't sure what just happened as he sits up! Tara Fenix sits up stunned and in disbelief, running her hands through her hair as she looks over at Petey to!

DING! DING! DING!

HOLLY PEREZ: THE WINNER… AND NEWWWWW WARRIOR RISING CHAAAMPIOONNN, LIL PEEEEETEEEEEEEY!

TREY BOOKER: PETEY HAS DONE IT! PETEY HAS WON THE WARRIOR RISING CHAMPIONSHIP!

J.T. PRICE: You've gotta be kidding...

Fenix is furious as she stands, leaning against the ropes! Petey excitedly goes to take the Warrior Rising Championship as Yung Sauce and TJ Thompson make their way to the ring to celebrate as she steps out of the ring!

TREY BOOKER: After so long, Lil Petey has finally… OFFICIALLY won his first championship!

J.T. PRICE: Purely by luck! There is no way he could have actually just done that! She is a VETERAN!

TREY BOOKER: Tara Fenix is undoubtedly one of the best performers on the Proving Ground brand, she has proven that on Week One- but tonight, one slip up cost her! Lil Petey is champion, but I don't doubt this is the last time we'll see Tara Fenix with gold!

It should come as no surprise that the owner of Project: Honor, Rock Johnson, is taking in all the action from tonight’s Night of Honor broadcast from a luxury skybox within the Tokyo Dome. As he looks down over his kingdom with a glass of the finest liquor in his hand, the owner is surprisingly interrupted by a knock at his door. Mildly annoyed, Johnson responds as only someone of his power and poise can.

ROCK JOHNSON: What in the blue hell do you want?

A member of arena security opens the door, meekly peeking inside

SECURITY: Uh...sorry sir. There’s someone out here who desperately wants to talk with you. I know you’re not to be disturbed, but he says you’ll make an exception for him. The name is Larry something…

The owner lets out a heavy sigh and rolls his eyes.

ROCK JOHNSON: Sweet baby Jesus...just let him in. May as well get it over with now…

Johnson barely has time to finish his sentence before Larry KaChow shoves past the security guard, shutting the door to the skybox behind him. With a wide smile, Larry marches toward Rock with his arm outstretched, hoping for a handshake. Rock gets to his feet and ignores the gesture, staring down at his employee and not bothering to hide his annoyed expression.

ROCK JOHNSON: What is it, Gary? I’m a very busy man...

LARRY KACHOW: I know you are, sir. It’s just that it’s been several weeks since I gave you my petition and I was hoping we could finally seal the deal once and for all.

ROCK JOHNSON: Petition...petition...oh, right! You’re the guy who wants to be the Ass Manager of Proving Ground.

LARRY KACHOW: That’s me, sir!

ROCK JOHNSON: You’re also the guy who was in charge of the last episode when a riot damn near broke out…

Larry, still with his hand outstretched, finally allows his arm to fall to his side as his expression turns from overly excited to ‘someone just shot my dog’. Still, not one to give up so easily, KaChow begins to plead his case.

LARRY KACHOW: I admit, I never should have allowed Fallout to visit Proving Ground. I’m pretty sure DeMarco orchestrated that entire situation just to make me look bad. If you ask me, him and Darling have been in on it together the entire time! Did you see how they acted toward each other after last week’s main event? I thought they were going to suck face and start making babies right in the middle of the ring!

ROCK JOHNSON: Barry…

LARRY KACHOW: Besides, someone as intelligent and powerful as you has to appreciate results! There may have been some property damage, but ratings were through the roof! I could have brought order to things if I wanted to, but I knew that a crazy scene like we had on Proving Ground would draw in the viewers!

ROCK JOHNSON: Slow down, Jerry…

LARRY KACHOW: And we brought in a new sponsor; a military surplus store that specializes in riot gear! But the last Proving Ground was just the cherry on top of the KaChow Sundae I’ve been making for you!

ROCK JOHNSON: Just give me a minute, Terry…

LARRY KACHOW: From all of my exclusive interviews, to the Opportunity Knocks Rumble, to Shelldrake and Long putting on a great main event before Night of Honor, I’m the guy who gets things done! I’ve been here, week in and week out, while Caden Young is off in Hollywood! We both know that I’m the rightful Assistant General Manager and I’m not going to take no for an answer!

ROCK JOHNSON: There’s something you need to know, Harry…

LARRY KACHOW: So no more games, Johnson! I want what’s coming to me! There’s only one direction for my career to go and that’s…

FLUSH

KaChow is interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing in Rock Johnson’s private lavatory. Seconds later, the door opens, and the most magnificent and spectacular member of Project: Honor management finally makes his long awaited return. With a sly smile, perfectly styled hair, and the aura of a superstar, Caden Young looks at KaChow from Johnson’s bathroom doorway.

CADEN YOUNG: Oh, I’m sorry. I wanted to hit the Juul in private but smelled your breath so I naturally assumed someone didn’t flush.

The Assistant General Manager takes a drag from his Juul, as KaChow stares at him in a state of shock, completely speechless. Caden then makes his way to Rock’s side, eyeing the little man who has been petitioning for his job like a cat sizing up a mouse.

ROCK JOHNSON: As I was trying to say, Perry, Caden has finished up his work in Hollywood and is officially back in the fold. He did some amazing work out there, spreading awareness for Project: Honor.

CADEN YOUNG: What can I say? I’m a people person.

ROCK JOHNSON: Still…

Johnson pauses, giving some thought to everything Larry has said as well as the benefits Caden has provided to the company.

ROCK JOHNSON: ...the little guy does have a point. Good or bad, he did step up when it was needed. I think we need to consider his request…

Caden turns his head, giving the PH Owner a somewhat insulted look.

CADEN YOUNG: So no love for the Young God AKA pockets stay fat like Terio aka Project: Hollywood? I’ve been holding it down for PH from Nas to Lil Nas X, since day one and this half-pint gets to run the show because he did the oh-so-difficult tasks of… clocking in and having a random word generator post tweets for him?

Johnson shrugs his shoulders...

ROCK JOHNSON: I think he deserves a chance to show everyone his leadership skills. Now, the traditional way to settle something like this in our business would be to put you two in a match…

Caden smiles again, practically salivating at the thought of twisting Larry into funny little pretzel shapes. Caden immediately starts dusting off his Stan Smith Adidas, so willing to go to war that he’s willing to battle a WELL DESERVED CREASE. KaChow, on the other hand, has a genuine look of concern.

ROCK JOHNSON: ...but just looking at the two of you standing here, I think we know how that would turn out. So instead, I’ll give you both the chance to show me what kind of a leader you can be. Caden will choose some superstars to represent them and Sherry here will do the same. Those two groups of stars can compete over the next few weeks on Proving Ground under Indy Darling’s supervision, culminating in a match at Clash For the Cup this November. Whoever impresses the most by leading their representatives will officially be Proving Ground’s Assistant General Manager!

Larry’s eyes slowly light up as he realizes that he still has a shot, while Caden responds with a sly expression, the seed of a plan already forming in his mind. Larry reaches out with both hands, grabbing Rock Johnson’s manly hand and shaking it furiously.

LARRY KACHOW: Thank you, sir! I promise, you won’t be disappointed!

Larry, still shaking Rocks’ hand as if he were a superfan meeting his idol, then turns his attention towards Caden.

LARRY KACHOW: As for you...save your spot in the unemployment line now…

Caden, not impressed by Larry’s threats, continues to smile.

CADEN YOUNG: L + ratio + Alara better + you fell off + its gonna be SOOOO hard when you’re gone consolidating your tasks anywhere other than Holy Perez’s bullet points of work SHE ALREADY DOES. The oooooooone lil teenie witty itty bitty glimmer of hope is that ya boy came from Hollywood with rose tinted lenses on and forgot wrestling… oh, he crossed the line into fame and now he’s too far gone to ever come back!

Caden whips off his pink and white Montero varsity jacket, dusts it off in Larry’s direction, then flicks it over his shoulder.

CADEN YOUNG: Watch me.

Still holding Rock Johnson’s hand with both of his, Larry looks at Caden as if he’s desperately trying to attempt to process what he’s just heard. Between his look of confusion, Caden’s look of confidence, and Johnson’s look of exasperation, we finally return to ringside...

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the next match is scheduled for ONE FALL...and is for the FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! First up, the challenger. Weighing in at two-hundred and seven pounds...The Crooked Man...Prince Of the Mexican Deathmatch...CRASH...ROOooooooooDDDRRIIIIGUEEZZZ!!!

“No Love” by Death Grips plays as Crash Rodriguez and his manager Louis Pohl step out of the back. The fans rain down a mixture of jeers and cheers onto El Vagabundo as he walks down to the ring. Louis respectively walks far behind him, so that his client can get all the love and adoration. As Crash slides into the ring, Louis walks over and grabs a metal chair...opening it and sitting in between the Announcer’s table and the special Japanese Announcer’s table. His music slowly fades out as he stretches in the ring.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent...weighing in at one-hundred and forty pounds...the CURRENT Fallout Ascension Champion...VvvvvvvaaaaAAAALLLKKYRRIIEEE!!!!

The arena goes pitch black as the sound of a pack of wolves howls hauntingly can be heard over the speakers.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

The picture of a pair of glowing golden wolf eyes appears out of the darkness (on the tron).

“I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.
Yeah!”

The lights begin to flash with the music and standing in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in what appears to be Norse tribal attire made of Wolf pelts. A black and grey wolf pelt wrapped around her shoulders and held in place by a silver chain connected via 2 wolves heads. Covering her face is a Wolf mask as golden blonde hair spills down her back in various braids decorated with beads and other “trinkets”. She’s wearing a pair of black leather pants that clings to every curve, a pair of knee-high black heeled boots with fur around the top. Clinging to her upper-body is a black leather corset with various buckles, fur and spikes.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m falling.”

Black Feathers start to fall all around her as she stands and sways slightly in the center of the stage.

“So fast from the sky.
From the weight of my life.
Sometimes I feel like I’m hunted.”

The woman raises her head up and looks as if she’s stretching/popping her neck and rolling her hands into fists.

“Attack me with knives.
Cut me up in the night.”

At the next verse, she lifts her head up and lets out what could only be considered a battle cry.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.”

As the lights brighten the arena, everyone now sees that she’s surrounded by a group of both men and women dressed much like herself. Two of which held the chains to very large black wolves.

“What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf.
I am the Hunter.
I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

She then pushes away from where she stands and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The man and woman holding the two wolves follow behind her. The Wolves following.

“No, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
I leave behind all the lies.
I taught myself to survive.

I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.”

She comes to a stop as she reaches the end of the ramp and stands before the ring.. In silence.

“What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf.
I am the Hunter.”

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a…”

As the drums begin to beat over the speakers, she then climbs onto the apron and slips between the ropes.

“I am a…”

She moves to the middle of the ring and takes a stance.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

She then raises her fist up into the air.

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior
I will never stop.
What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf
I am the Hunter.”

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

She then raises both arms up, throws her head back and lets out another battle cry.

“YEAH!”

By the time the song ends, she's standing in the center of the ring ready to do battle. The ref, having already taken the Ascension Championship from her, hands it off to Clara Olson as she exits the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And JUST like that Valkyrie rushes forward and grabs Crash, instantly locking him up in a side-headlock!

ALARA ADAMS: She didn’t win that Ascension Championship by letting Bianca McBride fall into her arms. That bish right there went out and TOOK that title. And she will be DAMNED if someone waltzes into the ring with one win on their record and tries to take it from her.

Valkyrie runs up to the closest turnbuckle and runs up the post, but instead of pushing off and hitting Crash with some version of sliced bread, she FLIPS over him...landing on her feet. Before Crash can turn to get his footing, Valkyrie charges forward and jumps, grabbing Rodriguez by the shoulders and executing a BEAUTIFUL backstabber. Grabbing at his back, the Challenger rolls around the ring and quickly slides out, looking up at the Champion...who almost looks as if she is baring her fangs at him.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Louis, Crash’s Manager, is quickly over to him and trying to talk the nerves out of him. While Crash has been in many a battle, this is his first Ascension Championship match since he lost a five-way bout to Kasey Winterborn all the way back at Wired Consequences.

ALARA ADAMS: I remember that match. Eli Atlas was the Champion when it started.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That match also had Daniel Horror and Mr. Oh-And-Seven, Zach Tyler.

ALARA ADAMS: I wonder if he’s gained use of his hands yet, after Drago Santiago snapped his fingers like little popsicle sticks.

Louis and Crash turn their back to Valkyrie and begin to discuss plans, but that doesn’t seem to sit well with the Champion. She takes a few side steps and runs, bouncing off the ropes. With as much energy as she can build, she runs...jumps up onto the top rope and LAUNCHES HERSELF OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!! SHE COMES DOWN HARD ONTO BOTH CRASH AND LOUIS WITH A MOONSAULT SENTON!!! Louis crumbles to the ground, as does Crash...but with his physique, he is able to take the blow better. Valkyrie is quick to her feet and she grabs the dazed Crash and pulls him to his feet...AND HE POPS HER IN THE JAW WITH A BRASS-KNUCKLE ASSISTED UPPERCUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THERE’S the fight I was waiting to see from him.

With Valkyrie taken back by the surprise attack, Crash lands a couple kicks to the side of her left knee, causing the Champion to begin to favor it. With one final hard kick, the knee gives and she drops to one knee near the stairs. Crash Rodriguez takes a few steps back, but then charges forward AND WITH A HUGE DROPKICK, SMASHES VALKYRIE'S HEAD INTO THE EDGE OF THE STEPS!!! A HUGE GASH OPENS ON VALKYRIE’S HEAD AND BLOOD INSTANTLY COMES POURING OUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Damn, that’s going to need a few stitches.

Crash runs over to check on Louis, who is waiving him off. With the reassurance that his Manager is fine, Crash runs over and tosses the ring apron up and begins to rummage at the contents under the ring. After pulling out a table, a metal trash can full of goodies, and a small bag, Crash produces his weapon of choice...a barbed-wire covered hockey stick. El Vagabundo grips the handle of the stick and turns to Valkyrie, who is just beginning to come out of her daze. He lifts the stick above his head AND COMES DOWN WITH IT...BUT CATCHES NOTHING BUT METAL STAIRS AS VALKYRIE JUMPED OUT OF THE WAY!!! Valkyrie quickly runs behind Crash to check out the stash he pulled out...but Crash does a full one-eighty and SWINGS THE HOCKEY STICK...CATCHING VALKYRIE IN THE BACK AND BREAKING THE HEAD OFF THE STICK!!! Crash, noticing the barbs have stuck in Valkyrie’s back, RIPS the stick away...tearing at the back of the Champion. Valkyrie arches her back at the pain...and that gives Crash the opportunity. Crash runs up to the steps onto the apron, jumps...AND GRABS VALKYRIE AROUND THE NECK...SLAMMING HER HEAD INTO THE GROUND WITH AN INVERTED TORNADO DDT!!! CRASH HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!

ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The Challenger saw the opportunity present itself and he took it.

ALARA ADAMS: But does he honestly think that Valkyrie is going to be downed that easy?

Crash smacks the ground as he sits up. He looks over and sees that Louis has already set up the table for him, on the outside of one of the corner’s of the ring. Crash quickly up to his feet and he looks down at Valkyrie, who is slightly struggling. He grabs the small bag that he found under the ring and takes it over to the table.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait. Are...are those what I think they are?

ALARA ADAMS: Something we don’t see as often as we should, here on the Fallout brand.

Crash unties the bag and overturns it, dumping its contents all over the table. Hundreds of thumbtacks sprinkle onto the table and the mat surrounding it. And just for more fun, Crash grabs the trash can and places it bottom up UNDER the table.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh...he’s planning to murder her, here.

With everything set up, Crash walks over and grabs Valkyrie, whose face is covered in blood, and walks her over and SLAMS HER FACE INTO THE RING POST!!! He then throws her into the ring under the bottom rope. Quickly following behind her, Crash climbs up onto the apron and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

ALARA ADAMS: I think he is trying to measure her up for his corkscrew shooting star press, something he calls Flying Hazard.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But why?

ALARA ADAMS: Maybe he wants to REALLY make sure the wind is taken out of her sails, before he tries whatever he has planned with that table.

Crash starts to balance himself on the top turnbuckles, with one foot on a rope...BUT VALKYRIE IS UP AND SHE KICKS ONE OF THE ROPES, CAUSING CRASH TO LOSE BALANCE AND FALL NUTS FIRST ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Valkyrie grabs the rope...springboards up onto the top rope...AND USES THE TOP ROPE TO DO A MOONSAULT...AND SHE GRABS CRASH AROUND THE NECK...AND MANAGES TO HIT A TORNADO DDT TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING...THROUGH THE THUMBTACK COVERED TABLE...ONTO THE TRASH CAN!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: How the FUCK did she just defy physics like that?

ALARA ADAMS: Because she is THEE fucking Thor, that’s why. Didn’t you watch that Baseball Diamond Match?

Valkyrie throws her arm over Crash after that FANTASTIC Valkyrie’s Vengence.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The fans explode. Even though she is a Monster Heel, she seems to be liked by a lot of fans.

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and STILL FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPION...VAAAAALLLKYRRRIIIIEEE!!!

Louis runs over and begins to check on the unconscious Crash as the ref hands a bloody Valkyrie her Ascension Championship. She reaches out and wipes some Crash’s blood off his face, much to Louis Pohl’s chagrin, and then wipes it on the Ascension Championship...before she holds it up into the air in victory.

The following was pre-recorded. The scenery fades in to show Tara Fenix sitting at a table with a logo at the bottom-right of your screen; she is wearing a pair of sunglasses, and a plain black shirt with a fitted faux leather jacket over it, with her hands folded together on top of the table. On top of the table is a plaque with her name, along with several logos representing the number of companies that she is currently employed at, as well as the same logo in the bottom-right of the screen sitting above all of them.

TARA FENIX: Good evening, everyone! It is my absolute pleasure to announce to you, and to announce to the world, that this October there will be an event taking place… hosted by… yours truly.

Tara gives a small gesture as if to present herself.

TARA FENIX: It sparked as an idea to celebrate my birthday on October 30, but grew into something that has been taking the industry by storm. I have reserved a cruise ship to take us on a voyage for THREE DAYS, and THREE NIGHTS through the Caribbean while there will also be WRESTLING and other forms of entertainment on board! All of the proceeds from the cruise will go to a good cause, and I will be booking a number of matches in which I will let the winners of each match decide which approved charity is going to receive a lump sum of cash.

TARA FENIX: The event begins on my birthday… OCTOBER 30, and will run October 31… we will be having a costume party to celebrate Halloween! Be sure you bring your costumes with you! And the final night will be November 01. To any competitor in the industry: you are more than welcome to bring your dream matches to me, and I will give you the stage to finally get your hands on whoever it is you want to! If you do not have anyone in particular you want to fight, but would still love to compete, then you just have to get in touch with myself or my agent, and we will do our best to accommodate you. To the fans: tickets are selling out quite fast, but don’t fret… There will be local contests to get remaining seats that will include packages of meet and greet with a number of your favorite stars.

TARA FENIX: The main event will consist of a five-on-five elimination tag match which will set the team created by James Raven to take on a team created by Atara Themis! There are still spots open for your own matches if you would like to participate! So what we’re looking forward to is three days and nights of fun, adventures, comedy shows, live music, exquisite cuisine, and of course: WRESTLING. Get your tickets before they sell out! And I look forward to seeing all of you onboard! Bon voyage!

The commercial fades into a final image.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is set under NOBLE RULES! In order to win this match, the opponent must be incapacitated for the count of ten, and the winner of this match will become the brand new Project: Honor Noble Champion! Introducing first…

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of the Nightmare King. A red spotlight appears near the curtains as smoke engulfs the entire stage. “Delusions of Savior” by Slayer hits the PA System as men and women donning face paint crawl out of the smoke and surround the stage for the arrival of ‘their savior’. “Repentless” by Slayer kicks in with strobing red lights, as the stone faced Havoc slowly stepped out of the smoke with a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. All the men and women around the stage bow at his presence as Havoc slowly makes his way down the ramp, and the strobing red lights lighting their path. He places the bat at ringside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle and embraces the negative crowd reaction with a smirk on his face.

CLARA OLSON: From Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and eighteen pounds… he is the Nightmare King… THIS! IS! HAAAAAAAVOCCCCCCCCC!!!!

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

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent, wrestling out of Maidstone, Kent and weighing in tonight at two hundred and five pounds… he is the current, reigning Project: Honor Tag Team Champion… THIS! IS! PYYYYYYYYRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The bell has rung and within an instant, Pyro and Havoc are throwing punch after punch at one another before Pyro would kick him away and then charging in with the Running Knee Strike--but Havoc was able to quickly come behind Pyro and drop him with a Snap German Suplex! With Pyro rolling over, he comes charging in with a boot right to the face of Havoc - which rocks The Nightmare King - but Havoc once again comes back with a stiff Forearm shot to the chest that rocks Pyro! Havoc sends Pyro into the ropes but Pyro is able to hold the ropes, Havoc charges in with a high knee but Pyro is able to leap over and roll to the other side of the ring -- but Pyro swings his leg up for The Pyro Massacre--ducked by Havoc who brings his knee up for the Dead Trigger--and even that misses as well--MARUFUJI KICK FROM PYRO HAS HAVOC ROCKED!

ALARA ADAMS: WHAT A KICK! WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That sequence of counters into that kick was a chef’s kiss right there.

Pyro runs to the ropes and springs off of them with a Moonsault onto Havoc and The Messiah of Fire has the early advantage over The Nightmare King! Pyro knows he’s got to knock out Havoc to make sure he walks out with two championships here tonight, but Havoc is constantly keeping himself up on his feet, as he scrambled to his feet after being taken down with the moonsault but he’s struck right into the chest with a Shoot Kick from Pyro that almost cripples him in place and Pyro comes off of the ropes again, charging into Havoc--SUPPPERKIIICKK! Havoc caught Pyro out of nowhere with that Superkick right onto the jaw of The Messiah of Fire, throwing him into the ropes as he rebounded back and popping Pyro up into the air---CATCHING HIM IN THE AIR! HIS FEET NOT EVEN TOUCHING THE GROUND! SNAP SAITO SUPLEX!

ALARA ADAMS: HOOOOLY SHIT... HOW DID HAVOC DO THAT!? HOW IN THE HELL DID HAVOC DO THAT?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THAT right there was some FREAKISH strength on display, Alara! Havoc is a fucking monster that’s just about met his own match, until he bursted out a Pop Up Snap Saito Suplex!

Havoc is throwing the referee down to the ground to make sure he begins to count Pyro being down, keeping his foot down on the referee’s ankle and threatening to break it if he doesn’t count to the ten count.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Pyro is beginning to stir but he’s clearly holding the back of his neck after the nasty fall down onto it from that Saito Suplex from Havoc, but The Nightmare King is putting more pressure onto the ankle of the referee and telling him to count faster.

FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!

ALARA ADAMS: FAST COUNT--

KAYDEN ELLIS: --WAIT! PYRO! HE’S UP TO HIS FEET!

PYRO KIPPED UP TO HIS FEET! ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD OF HAVOC! ANOTHER MARUFUJI KICK FROM BEHIND HAVOC! STRAIT-JACKET GERMAN SUPLEX! PYRO ROLLS OVER AND IS DEADLIFTING HAVOC UP INTO THE AIR! STORM CRADLE---NO! HAVOC LANDED ON HIS FEET! LEAPING CUTTER! ROLL OVER AND INTO A DRAGON SLEEPER! HAVOC HAS PYRO TRAPPED IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER SUBMISSION---HAVOC WITH THE SPINNING HEADLOCK LARIAT INTO A BACKBREAKER! HAVOC RUNS TO THE ROPES… ZERO ECLIPSE! ZERO ECLIPSE DOWN ONTO PYRO AND NOW HAVOC’S WRESTLING HIM AND LOCKING IN A GUILLOTINE CHOKE!

ALARA ADAMS: PYRO IS TRAPPED IN THAT CHOKE HOLD AND HAVOC -- THE HARBINGER OF REALITY -- IS LOOKING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF PYRO TO MAKE SURE THAT HE IS THE NOBLE CHAMPION!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t know about you but the dominance that Havoc is pulling through is absolutely astonishing, it’s actually scary to even see as he completely manhandles Pyro here and choking him out--but hold on, I think Pyro is beginning to fight out of it, trying to get a grip of his feet on the mat!

ALARA ADAMS: But does he have it in him to keep himself alive in this match? That chokehold is gripped onto tightly around his neck and the body scissors are looking unbreakable!

The foot grip of Pyro is looking to slip away the more that he seems to fade away himself, but the continuous fight within Pyro is showing no remorse as he pulls himself back up and lifts Havoc into the air as he continues to keep the Guillotine Choke hold onto Pyro--but he releases the submission and he’s got one arm hooked! The crowd knows what comes next as he lifts him into position for the Giga Drill Break--but Pyro is able to push himself away and land down onto his feet, stumbling back and hanging onto the ropes to keep himself on his feet. Havoc fakes the charge in which makes Pyro quickly react and have his foot lifted up to block Havoc’s supposed attack but all it did was open Havoc’s chance to grab the leg and use it to drive into the mat with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip! The force of the sole of Pyro’s foot being driven into the mat leaves him fallen over and in sheer pain.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc might be playing this smart here, going for the ankle of Pyro and making sure he can’t hit that Pyro Massacre but Pyro continues to grab onto the hair of Havoc and pull him down so he could bring himself back up to his feet.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Pyro doesn’t want to let Havoc have the high ground on him, because we all know what happens to those with the high ground -- Word to Anakin Skywalker.

ALARA ADAMS: ...really, man?

As that happens on commentary, Pyro and Havoc are grappling one another and trying to pull the other man down, both men are doing their damndest to keep the other down as they begin to trade the stiff forearm shots right to the head, but Pyro fires off a Spinning Back Kick to the stomach of Havoc and then a Roundhouse Kick to the head of Havoc, before landing a three hundred and sixty degree kick to the side of the head of The Nightmare King -- a little homage to Julius Fairweather -- before a Bicycle Knee strikes at the head of Havoc! The Nightmare King is rocked, as expected to be, but he’s even firing off his own kicks and pushing Pyro back into the corner as he goes kick for kick right into the chest of Pyro, his chest becoming red and becoming marked with the force of Havoc’s kicks to the chest before Havoc would step back and charge in with the Shotgun Dropkic--SPINNING BACK ELBOW CAUGHT HAVOC ON THE JAW! PYRO WANTS TO END THIS RIGHT NOW BUT THAT FOOT IS DEALING WITH A WORLD OF HURT ON IT! Pyro is bringing himself up to his feet and seeing Havoc bringing himself back to his feet as well, charging in and LANDING THE EXORCISM RIGHT ON THE JAW OF HAVOC! THE NIGHTMARE KING IS GETTING ROCKED! ANOTHER EXORCISM LANDS AND HAVOC IS ALMOST DOWN TO ONE KNEE! PYRO SCREAMS RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF HAVOC AND LANDS A GNARLY PYRO MASSACRE RIGHT TO THE HEAD! THE SPINNING HOOK KICK DOESN’T EVEN PUT DOWN HAVOC FOR GOOD!

ALARA ADAMS: WHY ISN’T HAVOC STAYING DOWN!?

KAYDEN ELLIS: HE’S AWAKENING AN INNER DEMON TO KEEP HIM UP! PYRO BETTER HIT HIM WITH EVERYTHING HE’S GOT!

PYRO IS SEETHING AND SO IS HAVOC, BUT HAVOC GRABS ONTO THE HEAD AND DRIVES A KNEE RIGHT TO THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE, A LOUD CRACK IS HEARD!

ALARA ADAMS: JEEZUS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: DID YOU HEAR THAT!?

ALARA ADAMS: SURE FUCKIN’ DID.

The blood is pouring from Pyro’s nose like a damn tap, but that’s not going to stop Havoc from charging in---DEAD TRIGGERRRRRRR!!!! HAVOC STRUCK HARD TO THE HEAD! TO PYRO’S TEMPLE! PYRO FALLS DOWN TO THE MAT AND… HE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING! HE’S STILL ON HIS FEET SOMEHOW! HAVOC REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES! TOPE CON HILLOOOOOO!!! CATCHING PYRO ON THE OUTSIDE! NOW THROWING HIM BACK INTO THE RING! HAVOC RE-ENTERS AND CHARGES IN WITH A SECOND DEAD TRIGGER! AND NOW HE’S GOT THE HEAD HOOKED! HE’S GOT THE HEAD HOOKED! ARM HOOKED! LIFT UP INTO THE AI---CUTTER! CUTTER! CUTTER!!! ROLL OVER INTO THE DRAGON CLUTCH! THE DEVIL’S BACKBONE! IT’S LOCKED IN! PYRO HAS IT LOCKED IN!

ALARA ADAMS: PYRO IS DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE RIGHT NOW!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HE’S PUTTING HAVOC THROUGH HELL AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHERE THE BASTARD BELONGS!

But the more that Pyro wrenches back with the submission, it’s bringing Havoc into position to counter, and that’s exactly what he does as he rolls over and grabs Pyro from behind, hooking the arm...

INVERTED!
GIGA!
DRILL!
BREAAAAKKKKKK!!!!---

THE BURNING! THE BURNING! THE BURNING! PYRO HAS BURNED THE EYES OF HAVOC! PYRO PUSHES HAVOC AWAY AND OPENS THE DISTANCE! THE PYRO MASSACRE! HAVOC STUMBLES BACK INTO THE ROPES AND PYRO CHARGES IN WITH THE BICYCLE KNEE! PYRO, TAKING NO CHANCES, REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES AND CHARGES IN WITH ANOTHER BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! HAVOC STUMBLES FORWARD, FALLING OVER---AND ONE FINAL PYRO MASSACRE TO PUT THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN AS HAVOC FALLS FORWARD! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! PYRO COLLAPSED AS WELL WITH HAVOC!

ALARA ADAMS: THIS COULD BE IT! THIS COULD BE THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE HAS AWAITED! IT’S MAKE OR BREAK RIGHT NOW!

KAYDEN ELLIS: COME ON, REF! COUNT THIS SHIT!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Pyro hasn’t moved an inch since collapsing to the mat, neither has Havoc, as blood begins to pour from his mouth after everything that Pyro has thrown at him.

FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

ALARA ADAMS: We could be seeing the repeat of what happened when both Pyro and Julius met in a cage! Both men could be down for a knockout draw! This can’t happen again!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh, but it can, and it might be happening! The sheer brutality that Havoc went through might have put him down for good, but Pyro is suffering from major blood loss and that’s seemingly made him look woozy in that ring!

SEVEN!

ALARA ADAMS: I see Havoc moving! This can’t be happening like this!

EIGHT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But so is Pyro! He’s moving too! This could be a photo finish!

NINE!

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc is reaching out to the ropes! WAIT! PYRO KICKED THE ARM OF HAVOC! HE FALLS! HAVOC FALLS!

TEN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: AND PYRO MADE IT UP TO HIS FEET! HOLY HELL! PYRO HAS WON! PYRO HAS BECOME THE PROJECT: HONOR NOBLE CHAMPION! HE’S DONE IT!

DING! DING! DING!

‘Firestarter (Metal Cover)’ is heard through the speakers as the bell rings, both men are looking absolutely beaten down but there’s one man standing up right now and that’s Pyro as he’s handed the Noble Championship by the referee and his hand is soon raised.

CLARA OLSON: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND THE NEWWWWWWWW PROJECT: HONOR NOBLE CHAMPION… THE MESSIAH OF FIRRRREEEEEE… PYYYYYRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Pyro holds the championship close to his face as the blood soon drips down onto it, before being handed his Tag Team Championship belt, before he could raise both up into the air and let out a roar to the crowd. Havoc soon is rolled out of the ring and brought to the back, letting Pyro celebrate his first ever singles championship.

ALARA ADAMS: December 4th, 2020. That was the day that Pyro first wrestled for Project: Honor and now the nine-month journey to winning some championship gold has been completed. Pyro has become a double champion within the span of a couple of weeks with the Project: Honor Tag Team and Noble Championships!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s been months in the making, he’s been working his fucking ass off from being the man that first came to us as a pure psychopath to a more humbled psychopath and now a double champion in his own right. Congratulations to Pyro!

Click.

??: Do you know how long I waited for this moment, Elena?

Light shines down, there doesn’t seem to be anything visible but that voice seemed to be very familiar, the strong Irish accent can only tell it to be Jason Long.

JASON LONG: Nine months. Nine months since I first ever showed up at this company. Since my appearance at Unbreakable Resolution, I’ve waited for this very fucking moment we have where I take claim to the top prize within the company. Since then, I’ve taken on every single motherfucker that’s always said that they wanted to be at the top of the food chain and said they wanted to be that guy, they said they wanted to be that kind of man or woman who’d rule over with an iron fist -- and sure, I might not have won some of those battles, but does that prove that I’m weak? Nah, it proves I don’t stop until I get what I want. It proves that I’ll never ever stop until I have what is mine. Did you see me stop once when I wanted the Noble Championship? Not fucking once. Did you see me stop when I wanted the Prime Championship? Not fucking once. Yet, you claim I’m weak - that I’m just someone that’s fragile -- but you take a look at everything I’ve done and you’ll see I’ve shown nothing that makes me fragile, Elena.

A pause.

JASON LONG: I have to ask you this… what makes you think that I’m fragile, Elena?

Another pause, a breath taken.

JASON LONG: It just doesn’t make sense whatsoever when you think about it, because everything that I’ve done has shown how fucking tough as nails I can be, shown how much I push myself to become what I’ve wanted to be and that’s the man at the top of the mountain that everyone in the company has to look up to. I’ve constantly shown that, not on one brand but on two with my recent trip to Proving Ground against the man that they pushed forward to step up and try to take down The Emperor. But yet, to you, I’m nothing more than a fragile being. I’m a mere mortal to someone like you, apparently, and that’s fine. That’s perfectly fine because I love it when people see me as a weak being compared to them. Do you not understand how many times I’ve constantly heard something along the lines of…

“Jason Long just isn’t worth it. He’s nothing. He’s a weak little shit.”

The sound of glass shattering in the distance is heard within the room, along with a loud grunt just before the glass was heard shattering.

JASON LONG: ‘Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.’

A beat.

JASON LONG: That’s what they all said to me. A phrase I’ve constantly heard throughout the past four years. A phrase I’ll continue to hear for the next four more. Even at the top of the food chain, I’m an underdog. Yet, somehow, it doesn’t make sense.

A deep sigh is soon heard.

JASON LONG: But if I have to take you down in a blaze of glory to finally shut every single fucking cunt up, Elena, then I’ll do just that with fucking ease. Because it’s like I said. I waited nine long fucking months to put myself at the top of the mountain. I’ve done it many times but the exception of you standing in my way continues to take that promise away.

Soon, a figure walks into view but there’s no visual of the face.

JASON LONG: Think about it, I was never the fragile one. You were. You became the fragile one after losing to Shawn Warstein, you became the fragile one when you lost everything and you began to change so you can become something you never were. I’ve never done anything like that when I lost, I never changed my mannerisms to become something different so I can be a little bit edgier or whatever the fuck you were trying to do. I never changed my ways -- but -- I did become a stronger man out of my losses. I’ve had plenty of them too. All it took from you? Was just the one.

Jason soon began to chuckle.

JASON LONG: Don’t you see it now? Don’t you realise it? Everything you tried to project onto me was everything that you were. I wasn’t fragile, weak, or something to belittle for you to find fun in it. That’s you. Elena, tonight is the night when I expose all of the bullshit you’ve been putting onto people. Tonight, I finally put away the woman that’s been named as impossible. The impossible girl and the lucky chancer. That’s me and you. One’s gotta give somehow, right? But I’m not losing out on my luck. No, I’m chasing glory. I’m cashing it all in to make sure I become the Legacy Champion -- and finally -- a champion that the people fucking deserved.

A pause.

JASON LONG: I came to Tokyo to create history. I came to Tokyo to become the Triple Crown Champion. I came to Tokyo to put an end to the legacy that was held onto by a wandering weak soul hoping that keeping a hold of the past was her one escape. I’m so sorry to tell you, Elena. I’m going to murder every single thing you’ve loved. One by one. Everyone and everything is getting slaughtered. And you, especially, are going to burn in a fire. I fight an army of four. The entirety of HYDRA is standing in front of me putting you down, Elena. I’m an army of one and that should fucking scare you because you’ve seen the many careers I’ve put to an end all by myself. You’ve seen the many that have crossed my path and soon departed along the way. An army of one, yet I can sense you’re scared, you’re terrified.

Another chuckle from Jason is heard.

JASON LONG: There’s no need to be terrified, Elena. I’m going to end the nightmare for everyone. I’m going to end the nightmare for you and I. I’m going to put an end to every single thing you’ve started. There’ll be no second chances, there’ll be nothing handed to you after it’s all over because this… it’s the dawn of a new era, the dawn of the first day, and it all belongs to The Ace of Project: Honor. God gave you chance after chance and allowed you to be where you are today. But even now, God is finally realising you’re full of fucking shit.

Jason soon steps closer to the camera.

JASON LONG: And when you lose again, please don’t pray to God that you’ll be given another chance, because he’s done listening. But who am I to know? As far as the old saying went…

The King soon stopped in his place.

JASON LONG: God forgives…

A spotlight shines into the face of Jason Long and shows his brand new look.

JASON LONG: ...but I don’t.

Cut to black.

JASON LONG: Best of luck, Elena. You’re going to fucking need it.

Click.

HOLLY PEREZ: Our next contest is the 30 Minute Iron Man Match and it is for the Project: Honor X-Factor Championship!!!!!

Are you ready?

The lights dim down while the catchy, fast paced rock of RAINBOWS by A9 echoes as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with his back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over his eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on his face, raising his arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.

With his blonde locks hanging over his face. He then whips his head back, flipping his hair out of his face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on his feet near ringside!

He climbs up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on his side with a hand on his hip. The other, taking off his mask to reveal his piercing blue eye contacts. He tosses it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting his head upward as if he’s looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. He backflips off, back onto his feet while taking off his flamboyant coat and moving to his corner. The lights go back to normal as he checks his wrist tape. His charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as he paces back and forth, ready for action.

HOLLY PEREZ: Introducing first...the challenger...standing at five foot nine inches and weighing in at one hundred sixty five pounds...currently residing in San Diego, California...they are “The Shining Star”, “The Technical Aristocrat”, “The Prince of the Constellations”, and “Osaka's Golden Sun”....MMMMYYYOOOOJJIIIINNNNN!!!

"Bulldozer" by Machine Head graces the ears of those in attendance as it plays throughout the arena. The crowd reaction is clear to hear that they hate Lance Williams as they boo and shout abuse at him. The lights dim down, enough to just see the frame of a mountain of a man,then the lights come back on after "The Essence Of Egotism", "The Bulldozer” Lance Williams lets out a ferocious primal roar. Lance stands there flexing his biceps, holding his guns up for the world to see with the X-Factor Title around his waist. Once he has soaked in the boos and abuse, he starts to head down towards the ring with an arrogant smirk on his face. The crowd still maintains the booing and abuse, Lance Williams smirking smugly at the fans, he even stops to abuse the crowd back as well as even making it known to all that he is the X-Factor Champion. Now at the ring, Lance jumps up onto the ring apron showing off his amazing athletic side, and letting out another roar just as ferociously primal as the first as pyro shoots up from each turnbuckle. He then gets into the ring, the focus and determination clear to see as he stands there showing off his 315 lb muscular physique, dressed in just a pair of black shorts that are just above his knee and black wrestling boots. A self satisfied smirk on his face as he is ready for action and takes the X-Factor Title from around his waist and hands it to the ref.

HOLLY PEREZ: And their opponent...standing at six foot five inches and weighing in at three hundred fifteen pounds...he hails from Los Angeles, California… “The Essence of Egotism”... “The Bulldozer”...and the reigning X-Factor Champion of Project: Honor...LLLAAAAANNNNCCCE WILLLLLLLLIAMMMMMSSSS!!!

TREY BOOKER: Their war of words has been brewing for months, but tonight the talking finally comes to an end as the winner of Project: Honor’s only previous Iron Man Match meets up with it’s Rumble Match Iron Man!

J.T. PRICE: Who is the rightful Iron Man, and more importantly, who will be the X-Factor Champion when the time runs out?

The referee holds up the championship for all to see before passing it over to a ringside official and then calls for the opening bell. As it rings throughout the arena, a thirty minute clock appears on the Honor Tron.

DING! DING! DING!

Despite having thirty minutes ahead of him, Lance wastes no time in charging towards MYOJIN while they’re still in their corner. Fully aware of their opponent’s charge, the challenger gracefully side steps before planting a few swift kicks to Lance’s legs. Knowing better than to get caught in the champion’s powerful grasp, MYOJIN then backsteps, knowing that they have nearly 30 minutes to continue chopping the larger man down, piece by piece. Lance turns back and nods his head with a smile, that same cocky smile that he’s used to anger audiences and opponents over the past few months. In response, The Shining Star smiles back and motions for him to try again.

The Bulldozer obliges with a charging clothesline, which MYOJIN avoids with a bridging Matrix dodge, before running towards the opposite side of the ring for themselves. Lance bounces off the ropes as MYOJIN does the same, and The Shining Star looks to capture the early lead with an attempted Rider Kick. Lance shows his own speed by ducking his head to the side as he catches MYOJIN’s leg and upper body in his arms. Without missing a beat, The Bulldozer then spins on his feet, dropping his opponent with a hard powerslam.

Ever the arrogant ass, Lance backs off with a smile, willingly allowing MYOJIN to pull themself back up as if they’re not enough of a challenge to stay on top of. The Shining star responds to this by throwing in some more kicks at Lance’s legs, slowly working their way up the champion’s body with one well-placed strike after another. It would seem as if Lance is dazzled by the moves and unable to block them, but when MYOJIN spins with a back fist to complete the combination, we see this was just a ruse. Lance ducks under the spinning fist and counters by lifting MYOJIN off his feet and right into a torture rack.

Williams takes a few moments to apply pressure on MYOJIN before finally spinning them off his shoulders with a thunderous Torture Rack Powerbomb.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 1, MYOJIN - 0
TIME REMAINING: 27:58

TREY BOOKER: You’ve got to be kidding me! The champion has just scored his first fall in the match within the opening minutes!

J.T. PRICE: Wow...if that keeps up, it’s going to be a long night for the crowd favorite…

The referee orders Lance to step aside so that he can check on MYOJIN and offer a brief respite before allowing the match to continue. As The Shining Star remains on the mat in an attempt to shake off the physical pain and mental damage from taking such an early fall, Lance uses the referee’s diverted attention to leap to ringside. With a shove, he sends the time keeper out of his chair, folds it up, and then slides back under the bottom rope. MYOJIN has just gotten back to their feet, and the referee turns back to give Lance the all-clear signal, only to see him swinging the chair with all his might. The steel cracks against MYOJIN’s skull, and The Shining Star immediately falls back to the mat in a heap. The referee has no choice but to make the obvious call.

LANCE WILLIAMS - 1, MYOJIN - 1
TIME REMAINING: 26:36

TREY BOOKER: What in the hell is Williams thinking? He just sacrificed a clear lead in order to potentially maim his opponent!

J.T. PRICE: Are you kidding me? That’s a brilliant strategy!

The referee orders Lance to back away by threatening him with another disqualification before turning his attention back to MYOJIN, whose blonde locks are already stained crimson with blood. Defiant to the end, The Shining Star ignores the referee’s concern as they pull themself back up with assistance from the official’s own clothing. The referee shrugs his shoulders and has no choice but to watch as MYOJIN is quickly taken off his feet by a Raging Bull from the rampaging Bulldozer!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 2, MYOJIN - 1
TIME REMAINING: 25:53

Again, the referee tries to put himself between the champion and challenger, but the ringside cameras pick up an obvious ‘fuck off’ from The Essence of Egotism. MYOJIN is still stunned as Lance pulls them to his feet, locks in his Choking Desolation, and lifts them off their feet. He begins to swing MYOJIN in the air as if they were nothing more than a ragdoll, the submission locked around his head with all of Lance’s impressive strength. With an uncertain shake of his head, the official charges in to check on The Shining Star, who hangs limp in Lance’s arms and does not respond. The official checks the challenger’s arm, and still not getting a response, makes a quick decision in order to convince the champion to release the hold.

LANCE WILLIAMS - 3, MYOJIN - 1
TIME REMAINING: 25:02

TREY BOOKER: This is turning into a massacre and we’ve barely gotten started! The referee may want to think about calling this one off, no matter how much time is left on the clock!

J.T. PRICE: That shot from the steel chair doesn’t seem so stupid anymore, does it?

With his controversial strategy already paying dividends, Lance releases the hold following the referee’s decision, not wanting to give MYOJIN another free point now that his lead is growing. As the official tends to the bloody and half-conscious challenger, Lance takes a slow lap around the ring, soaking in the verbal abuse from the crowd in the Tokyo Dome. MYOJIN is still seated on the canvas when the champion finishes gloating, and he pulls him up and into his arms with ease. MYOJIN is barely off the canvas before Lance slams him back down with a spinebuster, and almost immediately, the champion pulls him up a second time.

With little fight in his opponent’s body, Lance begins to go through his routine of suplexes, all of which look easy considering their difference in size and the challenger’s current physical state. A delayed vertical suplex...a series of German Suplexes...and finally an overhead belly to belly suplex are all executed, seemingly more for Lance’s own enjoyment than part of his strategy. After taking his time and going through this routine, Lance lifts MYOJIN onto his shoulders and into the torture rack position for a second time. The referee rushes in to check on the challenger’s condition, but before a verdict can be made, Lance turns the move into another Torture Bomb.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 4, MYOJIN - 1
TIME REMAINING: 21:14

TREY BOOKER: I’ve just received word from the back that this match is going to continue, no matter how bad things look. The GM has made the call, and it seems like the referee is going to abide by it.

J.T. PRICE: Does Indy want MYOJIN dead? Sounds more like a Larry KaChow call to me…

Still smiling, Lance glances at his unmoving opposition, before turning his attention back to the steel chair he’d discarded earlier. Despite the referee’s warnings, Lance picks up the weapon and starts to lodge it between the top and middle turnbuckles. He then goes back to MYOJIN and pulls them to their feet, practically carrying them toward the corner where the weapon has been situated. It looks as if Lance is going to hurl MYOJIN face-first into the chair, when the challenger finally shows a spark of life. With an unexpected quickness, The Shining Star spins out of the champion’s grasp with a Tiger Spin Drop Toe Hold, successfully tripping Lance up and sending him face-first into his own instrument of destruction.

The move successfully dazes Lance as he remains on his knees, his head resting on the middle turnbuckle. With their face that of a crimson mask, the striking blue eyes of the challenger fall upon the dented chair, and they scoop it up no matter what the official does in an attempt to convince them otherwise.

CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!

MYOJIN slams the chair across Lance’s back, sending shockwaves of pain through the champion’s body that actually force him back to a standing position. Then, just as Lance turns, MYOJIN brings one final swing of the chair directly over Lance’s head. Nearly exasperated by his inability to control the match, the referee makes another obvious call.

LANCE WILLIAMS - 5, MYOJIN - 1
TIME REMAINING: 18:28

TREY BOOKER: One good turn deserves another! It may have cost them yet another point, but MYOJIN has just come alive to pay Lance Williams back in full!

J.T. PRICE: Yeah, but The Bulldozer isn’t bleeding like a stuck pig!

TREY BOOKER: You have to have a heart to actually pump blood, J.T.!

What was once a steel chair is now little more than a skeletal frame in MYOJIN’s hands, and with the match only a third of the way done, it would appear as if the challenger has been able to tap into his reserve energy. With Lance laying on the mat, MYOJIN hits the ropes and comes back with their Rainbow Star Press, immediately following it with a pin attempt!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE - NO!

When Lance kicks out, MYOJIN is not deterred, running the ropes as Lance rolls onto his knees. This time The Shining Star fires back with their Kiss and Tell rolling savate kick, planting it right on Lance’s jaw! Again, the challenger goes for the pin…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE - KICK OUT!

Still showing amazing tenacity much to the crowd and MYOJIN’s chagrin, Lance gets his shoulder off the mat. Perhaps impressed by the champion’s resilience, MYO shakes their head as they measure Lance, who slowly gets on his feet. The challenger charges in and ducks under a weak clothesline attempt from The Bulldozer, hooking him with The Stargazer in the process!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE - KICK OUT AGAIN!

Again, Lance gets back to his feet, determined to find the same success and momentum he had earlier. MYOJIN charges at him, leaps to wrap their legs around his body, and connects with The Hyperpop Buster!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 5, MYOJIN - 2
TIME REMAINING: 16:42

TREY BOOKER: MYOJIN finally scores with the pinfall after several impressive attempts!

J.T. PRICE: But that only brings them to two falls and Lance still has five!

Much like before, the referee orders MYOJIN to back away while he checks on the champion and gives him a chance to get back on his feet. Dazed but clearly angry, Lance shoves the official aside and charges towards his opponent. MYOJIN charges as well, but this time their attempt at a Rider Kick is on target and the champion is sent back to the mat! Not wasting a second, MYOJIN grabs hold of Lance’s arm before he can attempt to get back on his feet, and expertly applies The Aquila! The champion is trapped within the challenger’s primary submission hold, and the referee dives down to the mat should he choose to submit!

MYOJIN applies all the pressure they can to the headscissors Kimura lock, but they quickly find that the power within Lance’s body makes it difficult to force him into submission. The referee continues to ask Lance if he wants to forfeit a fall by way of submission, to which he replies with a very loud ‘fuck you’! Then, the champion tries fighting to his feet, using all of the strength in his legs and body to fight off MYOJIN’s pull on his bent arm. Amazingly, Lance manages to get to one knee...then to two! After a great deal of struggling, he finally gets both of his feet underneath his own body, holding MYOJIN’s weight up as well, before trying to force the challenger off of him with a side slam!

The move is a success, but MYOJIN doesn’t break the hold! If nothing else, Lance’s attempt has only weakened his own resistance, allowing MYOJIN to bend his arm even further! Feeling the pain in his wrist and elbow...and the tearing in his shoulder as it’s forced away from his torso...the champion finally relents!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 5, MYOJIN - 3
TIME REMAINING: 14:30

The referee orders for MYOJIN to break the hold, but this time it is The Shining Star who refuses to listen to authority! With Lance’s head being forced in one direction while his arm is twisted into a pretzel, the challenger continues to twist and bend the now-damaged appendage! Giving him little choice, the official starts to lay his five count in on MYOJIN…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!

Then, just before the official is ready to give Lance a point by disqualification, MYOJIN releases the hold and retreats to his corner, cheered on by their countrymen!

TREY BOOKER: Lance had no choice but to give that one up! He was risking permanent damage by holding on as long as he did!

J.T. PRICE: I hope MYOJIN is proud of himself. Keeping the hold on that long was just dirty…

TREY BOOKER: If Williams getting a taste of his own medicine is dirty, I never want to be clean again!

The champion retreats to his own corner, holding his shoulder in obvious pain as he gives the official the signal that he’s ready to continue. No sooner does the referee give the signal than MYOJIN charges across the ring before Lance can even leave his corner. The challenger leaps onto the second turnbuckle with Lance trapped against them, raining down a flurry of strikes to his unprotected head, neck, and damaged shoulder! Desperate to get MYOJIN off of him and regain some kind of control, Lance brings his uninjured arm up between the challenger’s legs, hitting them with a blatant low blow clearly within sight of the referee!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 5, MYOJIN - 4
TIME REMAINING: 12:52

MYOJIN staggers out of the corner as the referee continues to admonish Lance Williams. Ignoring the official’s threats, Lance runs out of the corner to hit MYOJIN with a brutal lariat! After flipping 180 degrees from the impact, MYOJIN lands on the mat and Lance pounces on top of him, pinning his good arm against the challenger’s throat before unloading a series of headbutts! MYOJIN’s head wound had just stopped bleeding, but Lance’s tactics successfully open the challenger back up, his blood now smeared across Lance’s own forehead. Then, with a handful of hair, Lance pulls MYOJIN back to their feet and hurls them toward the ropes with such force that they sail over the top! The Shooting Star looks just like their namesake as they fly to the ringside area, landing on the floor with a sickening smack!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!

The champion takes a moment to massage his wounded arm, before he finally steps between the ropes to join MYOJIN at ringside. Shaken but still with plenty of fight, MYOJIN gets back onto his feet just in time for Lance to wrap his hand around their throat. The Bulldozer lifts his opponent off his feet and then slams them back down across the announcer’s desk with a one-armed chokeslam! As Trey and J.T. scoot back to avoid being hit, MYOJIN writhes in pain from his back slamming against their monitors.

FIVE!
SIX!

TREY BOOKER: This fight is getting way too close to yours truly!

J.T. PRICE: Hey...at least our table didn’t break!

With the table still standing and his hand still around MYOJIN’s throat, Lance pulls him back up and hits a second one-handed chokeslam, this one sending MYOJIN all the way to the floor as the announce table shatters under the impact!

J.T. PRICE: Never mind…

SEVEN!
EIGHT!

With his advantage regained but still fighting with one arm, Lance drags MYOJIN toward the ring in an attempt to beat the referee’s count. He rolls his opponent under the ropes and then slowly pulls himself onto the ring apron. Just as he gets both feet beneath him, Lance is shocked to see MYOJIN desperately leap into the air, connecting with Love, From Osaka! The kick sends Lance sailing backwards and he lands amongst the rubble that used to be the announce table as the referee continues to count…

NINE!
TEN!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 5, MYOJIN - 5
TIME REMAINING: 10:44

TREY BOOKER: It’s all tied up! These decisions keep coming fast and furious, but now we’re back to where we started!

J.T. PRICE: With just over ten minutes remaining, the next fall could very well be the deciding one!

Immediately after firing off the kick, MYOJIN collapses to the mat, the pain in their back no longer dulled by their rush of adrenaline. Meanwhile, the official checks on Williams as he pulls himself off the ringside floor. Lance gives the referee a shove, and still holding his shoulder, he marches back toward the ring with his eyes set on Osaka’s Golden Sun. This time, Lance makes it back into the ring unhindered, but from their position close to the mat, MYOJIN is quick to surprise him with a low spinning sweep kick. Lance tries to get back on his feet as quickly as he can, but MYOJIN forces themself to follow up with a switchblade kick. Lance still persists, and this time MYOJIN hits a jumping ax kick!

This still cannot keep the furious champion down, but as he gets to his feet, MYOJIN greets him with a running enzuigiri! Dazed but not out, Lance sits up and blatantly spits in MYOJIN’s direction! The Shining Star obviously doesn’t take too kindly to this, firing off a series of shoot kicks, many of which land against Williams’ injured shoulder! Shouta finally finishes off the combo with a devastating Penalty Kick, finally forcing Lance to a prone position! With the champion at their mercy, MYOJIN ignores the blood and pain to make their way to the top turnbuckle…

Falling From Heaven EX with MYOJIN landing directly on the champion!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 5, MYOJIN - 6
TIME REMAINING: 8:10

TREY BOOKER: MYOJIN has the lead for the first time in this match, and if they can hold onto for just ten minutes, the X-Factor Championship will be theirs!

The two combatants have gone at each other with such continued ferocity that it’s easy to see the toll that it’s taken. Having lost a significant amount of blood since the opening bell and possibly nursing a concussion, MYOJIN rolls off of Lance and scoots back to his corner. Having the lead for the first time, they seem content to give their body a moment of recuperation. Meanwhile, Lance’s arm and shoulder have taken the brunt of what MYOJIN has thrown at him, and the pace of the match seems to be catching up to him. He manages to get onto his feet before stumbling backwards into his corner, as the referee gives both competitors the signal to continue fighting.

The two briefly lock up back in the center of the ring, but MYOJIN quickly uses leverage to take Lance off his feet with a Tai-Otashi. Keeping hold of Lance’s arm, the challenger tries to follow up with a cross armbar, but Lance pulls himself away and rolls back to his feet. He takes a big swing at MYOJIN, who ducks underneath and springs off the ropes to come back with a dropkick to his injured arm. MYOJIN then goes off the opposite ropes, ducks under yet another clothesline attempt, and counters with another attempt at his Stargazer crucifix! Instead, Lance refuses to leave his feet, and with the challenger on his shoulders, he turns the move into his Touch of Class F5!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE - NO!

MYOJIN successfully kicks out but is barely back to their feet when Lance rockets towards them with his Decapitator claymore kick!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE - KICKOUT!

After nearly taking MYOJIN’s head off their shoulders, Lance briefly shakes off the damage before pulling them up into a suplex position. Instead of executing a move standing on the mat, Lance drops them onto the top turnbuckle and then climbs onto the second buckle himself. MYOJIN still has enough sense to throw some strikes at Lance’s bad shoulder, but The Bulldozer powers through the pain to continue his plan of attack, pulling MYOJIN off the top and driving them headfirst into the mat with the Head Trauma brainbuster from an elevated height!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 6, MYOJIN - 6
TIME REMAINING: 5:50

TREY BOOKER: And it’s tied yet again! You have got to be kidding me!

Despite the time ticking away, both competitors remain on the mat following the fall, once again tied up with no clear advantage held by either of them. Finally Lance shocks the Tokyo crowd with a kip up from the mat back to a standing position! The Bulldozer lets out a roar before leaning back down to grab MYOJIN, who surprisingly responds by rolling him to the mat in a small package!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE - KICKOUT!

Barely escaping the near fall, Lance swings at MYOJIN’S head with a powerful lariat, but The Shining Star executes a Matrix dodge to avoid it! Lance spins back to take another swing at MYOJIN, but this time the challenger catches his arm and drops backwards, executing a double knee arm breaker! The champion grabs at his wounded shoulder again, as MYOJIN uses what little energy they have left to get onto the top rope. The Shining Star flies off with Lance’s wounded shoulder in their sights, but The Bulldozer fires off an unexpected Heart Attack punch with his good arm, knocking MYOJIN out of the air! The challenger is unmoving on the mat, but it takes Lance a few moments before he can make the cover…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE...A COUNTER!

MYOJIN escapes the pin attempt and without leaving the mat, gets their leg hooked behind Lance’s head...The Aquila is applied once again and Lance has nowhere to go! With his already damaged arm once again locked in the headscissor Kimura, the champion desperately struggles to reach out for the ropes!

His efforts are in vain as the ropes seem miles away, and he knows that what little strength he has left is better used fighting the pain than powering to his feet.

The time is ticking down with both competitors tied at six falls each, and Williams knows all he has to do is hold out to retain his championship! The pain in his arm is tremendous, but it appears as if a separated shoulder or broken bone is a sacrifice he’s willing to make in order to retain his title!

MYOJIN gives the move everything he has, but still, the champion will not submit! The referee is right there just in case Lance gives in, but Williams is nothing if not defiant to the end! His arm is stretched beyond its limits, bent in a way that seems inhuman, but instead of giving MYOJINI the satisfaction of tapping out, Lance grits his teeth and continues to persist…

Under two minutes remain and Lance still hasn’t given in...but his body’s natural defenses against pain start to betray him...the lights overhead begin to dim...the roar of the crowd becomes muffled in his ears...and the persistent voice of the referee fades away…

Seeing that the champion is no longer responding, the official makes the decision to award a fall to the challenger in order to prevent permanent damage!

LANCE WILLIAMS - 6, MYOJIN - 7
TIME REMAINING: 0:45

MYOJIN releases the hold, and with the championship now in his sights, he stumbles to his feet and comes to rest against the ropes. No longer trapped in the hold, Lance begins to stir, but it’s clear that he’s in a daze. Still, he manages to relay to the official that he isn’t done with the match, and the referee stands aside to allow it!

Lance gets onto his knees and groggily looks at MYOJIN, who is determined to put the champion down once and for all. The Shining Star takes aim, and fires off with the Kiss and Tell rolling savate kick toward his kneeling opponent...but Lance launches himself off the mat with a sudden Raging Bull spear! All he can do is drape an arm over the fallen MYOJIN…

ONE!
TWO!
TH - DING! DING! DING!

FINAL SCORE
LANCE WILLIAMS - 6, MYOJIN - 7

HOLLY PEREZ: The winner of the match...and NNNEEEWWWW X-FACTOR CHAMPION...MYYYOOOOOJINNNNNN!!!!

TREY BOOKER: My god, what a match! The action was as fast and furious from the opening bell as if the time limit was ten minutes and not thirty! Yet somehow, MYOJIN has finally achieved their goal of winning gold in Project: Honor!

J.T. PRICE: Lance didn’t stop fighting until the end! He almost tied it back up but the clock worked against him!

TREY BOOKER: I could watch another 30 minutes, but I’m not sure either competitor would be able to walk away without permanent damage! What an amazing performance by both the new and former champions!

We fade from the interior of the Tokyo Dome to a location that is far less grandiose. It's an upscale hotel room in downtown Tokyo, just mere blocks from the stadium housing Project: Honor's premier event, but by the looks of things, the room's occupant has certainly seen better days. The king-size bed is disheveled beyond recognition, the magnificent view of the city streets below is covered entirely by drawn blinds, and in the center of it all, we see the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate, sitting in an office chair with his legs propped up on the provided wooden desk. Wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants, Syndicate looks as though he hasn't exactly slept well since his loss to Julius Fairweather during Night 1 of Night of Honor. His long blonde hair badly needs a comb, and his patchy beard has grown considerably since his last appearance. After a few moments of silence, Syndicate, with his head balancing in his right hand, looks over at the camera to his left with a lifeless expression.

SYNDICATE: ...are you all happy now?

He takes his feet off the desk, and as he does, he almost knocks over a bucket with a bottle of champagne sitting within it. The bucket looks as though it was filled with ice at one point, but that ice has completely melted since, leaving the champagne lukewarm...and untouched.

SYNDICATE: You all got what you wanted. At long last, on the biggest stage that professional wrestling has to offer, with millions watching from around the world...someone was finally able to definitively knock down the Los Angeles Outlaw. It wasn't a fluke, there wasn't any cheating, nothin' that I can easily swing. My knee gave out, I lost the match to Julius, and now I'm here...having to grapple with that reality.

As he continues, the Los Angeles Outlaw absentmindedly rubs his right knee with his hand, the very same knee that Julius Fairweather targeted during their match. In years past, Syndicate has damaged ligaments in that knee on three separate occasions, with two of those injuries requiring surgery. His knee looks to be relatively fine now, but an injury scare like this isn't a new situation for Syndicate - not that it helps numb the pain at all.

SYNDICATE: On one hand, it's not a big deal. In the same way that you can't enter a room without leaving another, you can't become a multi-time champion in this business without losing the title once or twice. Nah, that's not what bothers me...not entirely, anyway. What does bother me, though, is what happened after that loss. Because even though I may be a little bit self-confident from time to time, I went out there in front of you people and poured my heart and soul into that match, to the point that my body was no longer able to continue. And yet...when I left that ring and walked to the back, you didn't thank me. You didn't wish me well. You booed me. You people had the nerve, after all the pain and punishment that I had just endured, to voice your disapproval at my mere existence, and THAT is what has stuck with me to this very moment...that a group of people as large as that Tokyo Dome crowd could be so disrespectful to one of their peers.

SYNDICATE: That right there is the biggest problem with this world: everybody just fuckin' hates each other. I'm sure all you lowlifes are pulling out your phones right now, and you're gonna Tweet at me saying that I'm just a piece of shit that doesn't deserve his seat at the table, and somehow, that's going to make you feel better about yourselves. A naive person may attribute that to "echo chambers" and the rise of Facebook and all that, but I know better. I've dealt with it throughout my entire life. From day fuckin' one, when I first stepped into the wrestling room at Apter High School, I knew who I was and what I could become. I knew I had talent and potential, and hell, everyone else in that room knew it too. Problem is, they couldn't accept that someone else in this world may be on track to have a better life than theirs, that they may actually BE somebody rather than needing to stay put in a dead-end job in backwater Tennessee for the rest of their lives. And so, in order to save their own precious little egos from being shattered into pieces, they held me back, they gave my opportunities to others, and in one particular case...

He pauses and briefly glances away from the camera, clearly thinking about that one August evening in his childhood backyard, and that one misguided move that changed everything.

SYNDICATE: ...they deliberately cracked my skull and took it all away. To put it simply, I was disrespected, and ever since that time, I have continued to be disrespected by every man, woman, and child that I've come across. Every single week, it's the same song and dance, and every single week, I keep on comin' back for more. But why? Why continue subjecting myself to mental torture at the hands of others? Why don't I just retire, leave this business entirely, and go back to making septuple figures in the sports management business? Why keep risking my own health in the face of this everlasting problem?

A smirk creeps onto his face as he answers his own question.

SYNDICATE: Because I'm the only one that can solve it. It's just like I said last week: this world, and the institutions that run it, are corrupt, and nobody's doing a damn thing to fix it. Politicians campaign on "draining the swamp", and yet, once they get power, they themselves become part of that swamp. It's pathetic. And you know what the worst part is? You're all complicit! You are the ones that elect those pieces of shit in the first place! Each and every one of you could step up at any moment and take the reigns of society, but instead, you choose to sit in your La-Z-Boys and watch reruns of Wheel of Fortune because you're too terrified to go against the status quo.

SYNDICATE: I'm not afraid of that, and I never have been. I will do whatever I must to correct the injustices in this world, and it starts right fuckin' here in Project: Honor. I may not be perfect, I may have made mistakes since coming here, but do you know what? Who cares? Who the fuck cares? Because I will keep taking punches, I will keep kicking out, and I will keep fighting back until everyone, from the top of the roster sheet to the bottom, finally recognize the faults within themselves and correct them. Because I am no longer content with being disrespected, and I will not allow fools like the people in the audience last week to find any solace in their actions. You may all think that you're living your best lives, that the "good guy" always wins in the end, but I'm sorry to say to all you prepubescent children that life isn't a fuckin' fairy tale. Deep down, we're ALL terrible people...the difference is, I recognized that long ago, while y'all decided to spend night after night fawning over your own Instagram profiles.

Fired up, Syndicate jumps up to his feet and moves towards the camera, his steely blue eyes refusing to break their stare through the lens.

SYNDICATE: In a few moments, you're going to see a match between Jason Long and Elena DeDraca, with the Legacy Championship on the line. I can tell you straight-up that it's going to be a fantastic contest, and by ordering this pay-per-view, you will certainly be getting your money's worth. But that doesn't matter...none of that matters. For a few short moments, your brains will be flooded with dopamine as you watch one of those two competitors come out on top and raise that Legacy title high into the air. But by tomorrow? You'll be back at your normal jobs, getting mad at someone on Reddit like you always do, and you'll forget it ever happened. And while that's happening, while you're all engrossed in your own little circles of life, I'll be over here...taking what's mine. Elena and Jason, I hope you really soak in the moment of winning at the pinnacle of our sport, because before long? That spotlight, and the respect that comes with it, will be mine...and so will the Legacy Championship. Welcome...to the Syndicate.

Smiling, the Los Angeles Outlaw reaches forward and violently pushes the camera to the ground. After the sound of metal hitting drywall, followed by a brief loss of focus, the camera regains its sight as it points upward towards the hotel room's beige ceiling. We stay on this shot for about five seconds, before the entire feed is eventually interrupted by black-and-white television static.

The Project Honor backstage cameras come to life by filming the parking lot. Here and there a few staff workers are caught, making sure the evening was playing on smoothly. As the camera moves a little to the right they spot a group of females gathered around something looking like a scarecrow. The puppet made of hay and wood was wearing a well known shirt, probably previously bought at one of the merchandise stands.

Jason Long.

The four females stood there looking proud of their work.

LARA CHAMBERS: Looks pretty close to the original.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Probably our best work so far, ladies. Although the head is too round, considering they call Mister Long the Lego champion.

DEIRDRE EVANS: Champion? Oh right, whatever little title he holds. To me he still looks like a muppet, so the figure is very fitting.

They all looked at their leader, the LEGACY champion, Elena DeDraca. The young female kept looking at the scarecrow, her expression hard to read.

ELENA DEDRACA: Enough now, friends. The time for fun and games are certainly over. I tried to see the best in Jason Long. I tried so hard that it hurt my head, but the outcome was rather disappointing. Whatever I had to say about him, seems even more accurate now. 90% ego. 10% man. Not the best skills to go into a fight like this, right?

She stepped closer with her eyes still focused on the figure. The girls remained in the back, waiting for her to go on.

ELENA DEDRACA: You know, darling, some would say I go into this as the underdog. I mean, certainly the same people that tried to eat washing capsules. But who am I to judge. The thing is this, you have been on a roll- I have no problem admitting that. At least when we look at your match record. I don’t wanna pour salt into the wound that Arik gave you. No mistake, I could- but I already told you my opinion on that. You are what I refer to as a wuss. But that is another thing I told you previously. You are not the man you want the world to believe you are. You will never be the champion you see yourself as. And that I can say without the shadow of a doubt, no matter the outcome of tonight's match.

Somewhere in the back Lara Chambers was setting a torch on fire. The devilish smile on her face growing.

ELENA DEDRACA: I am the definition of the Legacy division, darling. And if you think about it for a moment, putting your ego aside, you will realise that I am right. People like Mark Hunter, one of the best this place has to offer, couldn’t beat me. So what does that mean for you? I know you can figure it out, Jason. Use your damn head for something more than thinking up things that make you look big and bad.

The redheaded member of HYDRA took a few steps closer and handed over the torch. The flames painted a perfect contrast to Elena’s pale face and the black hair.

ELENA DEDRACA: There is a reason why I chose an Inferno match. Not only do I love to play with fire, but I also enjoy the smell of burnt meat. And that is what you are to me, love. A meat sack. Someone that hasn’t learned his place in this industry. But don’t take this personally, yeah? I just have no time or motivation to play nice any longer. The first chance given that I can throw you into the flames, I will do it. There is no time for hesitating. There are no hard feelings between us. There are actually no hard feelings with anyone on the roster. I am just done keeping my mouth shut when it comes to idiocy. I have been through this one too many times.

For a long moment nothing happened before Elena gracefully bowed down, setting the scarecrows legs on fire. Her friends stepped closer, forming a half circle around the champion. All four of them looked at the flames slowly crawling up.

ELENA DEDRACA: You know what they say, fire cleans us from our sins. I have sinned many times, but just as often have I paid my dues. Now it is time for you to wake up, Jason. Understand that the fire is a gift, from me to you. I want to make you a better person. A better man. And most important, a better fighter. So consider yourself lucky that I am in such a generous mood.

The flames by then had reached the torso and made their way up to the head. From all different sites security was running together, fire extinguisher in hand. The former stoic expression on Elena’s face formed into a bright smile. She blew a kiss towards the camera.

ELENA DEDRACA: You are welcome.

The camera cuts to the ring where fire is burning along three of its four sides. The barricades are pushed back three feet from the ring as is the announcers table to keep everyone safe from the fire. Clara Olson is standing by the announcers tables with a mic in hand.

ALARA ADAMS: Here we go! The match we’ve all been waiting for…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Shit is about to get HOT!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the MAIN EVENT OF NIGHT OF HONOR! This match is an INFERNO MATCH as announced by Elena DeDraca and is for… THE PROJECT: HONOR LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP!! The only way to win… is to set your opponent on fire! Introducing first…

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 championship in his hands, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as he raises his leg and slams 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: The challenger… 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 reaches out to him, as he looks into the ring to see the fire coming out of the sides. He stops at the edge and then walks around the ring, staring at the fire all the way around. After making a full circle, he climbs up the steel steps and slowly gets into the ring. Jason carefully walks around the ring, keeping his eye on the fire for a few more seconds.

ALARA ADAMS: Jason’s been on fire for a couple months now, recently capturing both the Prime and Noble Championships. He dropped the Noble Championship for this match, so I’m sure he’s been preparing the best he possibly can.

KAYDEN ELLIS: To drop a belt for a shot at the most prestigious one in the company… that takes guts. Especially since Elena is such a tough opponent to defeat. But… so is Jason, so this is going to be an absolute classic.

The mixtures of crowd noises and restlessness blended into a low hum that filled the venue, but that would soon be drowned out. The entrance way went dark and a heavy, distorted guitar riff took over the speakers. The guitar riff lasted for two measures before the drums came in, introduced by crashing symbols. The video tron lit up with the of a logo of a serpentine sea-monster accompanying the word “HYDRA”. By this time, Chino Moreno’s voice was heard layered over the heavy instrumental of Deftone’s “Rocket Skates”. As soon as his first verse was started, the entrance way was lit up with crimson red lights.

“You're red, soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red, soaking wet.
Lets writhe, let me see you trip.”

With that first section used as an introduction, Elena DeDraca pushed through the black curtain and onto the stage. The Pale Queen - the Fist of Hydra - the Project: Honor Legacy Champion - stood motionless center stage for a moment, her Legacy Championship strapped tightly around her slim waist and she was then joined by the remaining HYDRA members - Alexandra Kelly, Deirdre Evans and Lara Chambers. The trio stood in a straight line across the stage behind Elena, who had a hint of a smile touching her lips. And on cue with Chino’s screams of his chorus hook, HYDRA began to descend down the walkway with Elena leading the pack.

GUNS, RAZORS, KNIVES!
Fuck with me!

Once the group meets the padding around the ring, they all stop for a moment. Alexandra, Deirdre and Lara all spread out - circling the ring with a different person ending up on different sides of the ring. Elena hands the Legacy Championship to the official that came up to her. All of the HYDRA members glance toward Elena and watch the fire to make sure they don’t get burnt. They all nod simultaneously and Elena walks up the steel steps. Jason has his focus turned to Elena and isn’t bothered by the fire or the rest of the HYDRA members around him. Elena walks around the ring close to the fire before closing in on the middle and coming face-to-face with Jason.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds… From Garrison, New York… Accompanied by Alexandra Kelly, Deidre Evans and Lara Chambers… SHE IS “THE BRITISH RAVEN”... SHE IS THE PROJECT: HONOR LEGACY CHAMPION… ELENNNAAAAA DEEDDRRAACCAAAAAA!!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Well, this just got even more intense for Jason as all of HYDRA is out here. I don’t think we’ll see any interference since walls of fire will be between them, but I wouldn’t discredit the possibility!

KAYDEN ELLIS: All I can see is fire, not only around the ring, but in these Warrior’s eyes! I know I just said it, but this is going to be a classic and one of the greatest matches Project: Honor has ever seen!

DING! DING! DING!

Seconds go by before any movement is made by either competitor. Both Jason and Elena look around the ring at the fire surrounding them. They both lock eyes once again and Jason shouts something at Elena.

JASON LONG: BURN!

That very second, Jason threw a nasty right, connecting with the side of Elena’s face. He follows up with a left, an elbow to the jaw, and repeats until he has her backed up against the ropes. Elena arches her body so that the flames don’t touch her. Jason grabs a hold of her and whips her to the opposite side of the ring. Elena rebounds off the ropes and as she’s coming back at Jason, he grabs a hold of her and lifts her up for a neckbreaker! As he slammed her down onto the mat, a burst of fire came up from the sides of the rings, then went back down, just a little higher than before.

ALARA ADAMS: You can literally feel the heat all the way over here and this match is just getting started…

KAYDEN ELLIS: I can’t wait to see the fire all the way up! Five hundred degree flames at full height… yes please!

Jason gets back to his feet and reaches down to pick Elena up, but she kicks him in the head, then quickly gets up herself. Jason tries to hit a clothesline on her as she is coming up, but she ducked under his arm and spins around to kick him right in the head, knocking him down to the mat. Elena runs against the ropes, making sure she doesn’t touch the fire and as Jason is sitting up, she connects a running knee strike right to his face. She doesn’t waste any time as she climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a leg drop! Jason rolls out of the way as Elena is coming down and she lands on the mat, another burst of fire coming out from the sides of the ring. Elena looks in a lot of pain after the landing and Jason is back to his feet. He grabs a hold of Elena, pulling her up to a vertical base, then sending her running into the corner turnbuckles. She collides with her back against them and Jason then runs directly at her with a superkick. Elena almost falls to the mat, but catches herself on the ropes. Jason pulls her up onto the top turnbuckle and then climbs to the top with her. Elena throws a couple strikes to slow him down and connects her elbow to his temple, then shoves him off and down to the mat. The second he falls, flames burst up even higher than before. Elena gathers herself and then jumps off with a leg drop, connecting it this time! Flames burst from all sides of the ring again as she stays on the ground with him and locks in a body scissors!

ALARA ADAMS: Back and forth so far and neither of them really seem to care about the flames rising around them right now.

KAYDEN ELLIS: They know it’s going to take more than just pushing each other around to win this and with the Legacy Championship on the line, they’re going to do what it takes.

Elena’s keeping the body scissors locked in and throwing elbows down onto Jason’s shoulders to continue weakening him. Jason can’t really crawl to the ropes with the flames, so he’s trying to find a different way out. While Elena is applying more pressure to the body scissors, Jason throws a backfist right into the middle of her face which stuns her for a second. He then grabs a hold of her legs, spreads them wide open and gets back to his feet.

ALARA ADAMS: I bet he wishes that was under different circumstances!

KAYDEN ELLIS: ALARA CHILL HE’S IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP!

Jason holds onto his midsection while Elena shakes off the recent contact that was made and as she’s getting back up, Jason grabs a hold of her, pulls her back to the corner and slams her head on the turnbuckle. Not just once, or twice, but three times! After the third time, he backs up a little bit, then connects a dropkick right into her stomach, causing her to fall down onto the mat. Jason quickly jumps onto the top rope and waits for her to get up. Elena slowly gets up with her back facing towards Jason and the corner as he lifts off with a missile dropkick right to the back of her head, sending her face-first into the mat. The flames burst up again, now burning about a quarter of the way up the ropes. Jason gets back up and looks around at the fire surrounding them, noticing how much higher they’re getting, sweat pouring down his face. He drags Elena over to the ropes, trying to shove her close to the fire, but she’s fighting back! Before she gets too close, Elena throws a couple strikes at Jason’s face, knocking him back some. This gives her enough time to get to her feet and doesn’t waste any time as she jumps on him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts unloading a fury of punches and forearms to his face. The rest of the HYDRA members at ringside are enjoying it as she continues unloading on Jason.

ALARA ADAMS: Elena isn’t holding back right now and it’s showing in those strikes!

Elena grabs Jason’s head and starts slamming it into the mat repeatedly before standing back up. She lets out a primal, warrior scream and the fire bursts all around the ring as she does so.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Okay, that was badass. This is a scary sight for Jason, though.

Elena stares Jason down as he slowly gets to his feet. She charges right to his direction and just as he gets up to his feet, she connects with the GSTQ, the front dropkick sending him directly into the ropes.

ALARA ADAMS: GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Jason is hanging onto the ropes right now, trying not to touch the fire. Elena runs at Jason again, this time with the jawbreaker she calls Lights Out! Jason falls down to the mat, right next to where the flames are. Elena sees an opportunity and runs against the ropes, rebounding back to connect a dropkick on the grounded Jason and sends him closer to the fire. He quickly realizes this and crawls away just as his foot was about to get caught. Jason is struggling to get back up, still a little stunned by the jawbreaker. He’s currently on all fours and Elena reaches down, bends him over her knee and… starts spanking him!

KAYDEN ELLIS: IS ELENA REALLY SPANKING JASON RIGHT NOW??

ALARA ADAMS: What? Why? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!

About six good spanks in, Elena pushes him off and while looking down at him, she starts to say something.

ELENA DEDRACA: You are welcome.

Stepping away from Jason for a second, Elena looks around her just like he did to notice the flames rising. She then walks towards the corner turnbuckle, unbuckles it, then carefully places part of it in the fire. The turnbuckle catches on fire and she holds onto it while walking back towards Jason.

ALARA ADAMS: ELENA’S TRYING TO END THIS NOW!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m still a little turned on from the spanking, not gonna lie.

Disregarding Kayden’s idiocy, Elena attempts to hit Jason with the fiery buckle, but grabs her legs, spins around and pulls to trip her up and bring her down to the mat. The turnbuckle’s fire goes out. The way Elena fell and how Jason is positioned, his face is perfectly placed in the middle of her ass.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh come on… this now??

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHY AM I SO JEALOUS OF JASON RIGHT NOW??

It took Jason a few seconds to move, but when he pulled himself up, he realized what happened, formed a quick smirk, then looked around at the HYDRA members at ringside shouting for Elena to get up. Jason stomps on Elena’s legs, then works his way around her body, stomping a mudhole in the process. He steps back and watches as Elena gets to her knees. Jason charges at her and attempts the Vanity Killer, but she’s able to crawl back out of the way. Elena doesn’t realize how close to the fire she is for a brief second then hears the cries of her stablemates at ringside and quickly crawls forward again. Jason turns around after missing the punt kick, pulls her up, and starts striking her both in the face and the stomach. He has Elena backed up to the corner that’s missing the turnbuckle and grabs her by the head, then slamming her right into it! He does it one more time, then pulls her out, puts her head between his legs and lifts her body up for The Crown Tundra. The Tiger Driver connects in the middle of the ring and the flames rise well above the ropes for a split second before going back to their normal level almost halfway up the ropes.

ALARA ADAMS: Jason looks to have gained some control in this match, but someone’s gonna have to end this soon. Those flames keep rising!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I can’t believe Elena is the one that requested this match. Being closed in with all that fire, I agree, though! Someone’s gotta look for the finish soon.

Jason pulls Elena up on his way up, pulls her over to the turnbuckle again and picks her up, turning her upside down. He places her on the ropes in the tree of woe position with her head and hair as close to the fire as it can be without actually catching on fire. Jason takes his foot and places it right on her throat, pushing her close to the fire. It’s taking everything in her ability to push back and not come in contact with it. Jason pulls on the ropes to apply more force and Elena is so close to the fire right now that one wrong movement could be the end for her. She swings her arms around but isn’t able to come up with anything. After a few more seconds of Jason pushing harder and harder, Elena swings her fist right at Jason’s groin and hits him right on target. He releases the hold, steps back and holds his groin area while Elena untangles herself from the ropes and falls to the mat away from the fire.

ALARA ADAMS: That was a little too close for comfort for her I’m sure. It’s gotta be so hot in that ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I thought that was going to be it for Elena and we were gonna have a new Champion, but she’s a fighter!

There’s enough time in-between the groin shot and Elena recovering from the close call next to the fire that Elena gets back to her feet while Jason is still holding his groin area. She runs at Jason who is able to pick her up, but she spins around his body and locks in the Fist of Hydra! The Octopus Hold is locked in and Jason is on his feet struggling right now.

ALARA ADAMS: THIS IS ELENA’S FINISHER, BUT A SUBMISSION WON’T WIN THE MATCH!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m sure she knows this, Captain Obvious.

Elena makes sure to pull back on Jason’s arm and he’s slowly falling down to a knee. Her fellow HYDRA members at ringside are loving this as they continue to stand away from the fire. Jason knows that even if he were to tap, it wouldn’t do anything, but he’s still refusing to motion that he gives up. Instead, he’s down on a knee now while Elena continues to apply pressure on the hold. The fire around the ring starts to rise even higher to the point that the medical team on standby close to the ring is starting to get worried.

ALARA ADAMS: Something is going wrong with the fire right now… I don’t think it’s supposed to be that high…

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m sure they have this under cont-

A burst of fire comes up from all sides of the ring and doesn’t settle back down. It gets to the point where it touches the bottom ropes enough that it catches on fire and spreads around the ring, then the same thing happens with the middle ropes and then the top. All of the ropes are on fire right now and the team by the ring stands closer to the ring in full gear ready to douse the flames if needed. The flame burst startled Elena enough that she released the hold and left an almost unconscious Jason in the middle of the ring as she stands and watches as the fire surrounds them even more than before.

ALARA ADAMS: ALMOST EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE! THEY CAN’T EVEN TOUCH ANYTHING AROUND THEM OR IT’LL BE THE END!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I GUESS THEY DON’T HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL, THE RING IS ABOUT TO BURN DOWN!

Jason is slowly coming back to his senses while Elena looks out at her HYDRA stablemates. They’re telling her to be careful and end this as soon as possible, all while Jason is getting back to his feet. He notices that everything is on fire and that Elena has no idea that he’s back up right now. Jason grabs a hold of Elena and turns her around to strike her right in the face. Elena retaliates with a strike of her own to Jason’s face. The two trade strikes until it’s Jason connecting the King’s Guillotine, the swinging back elbow to her face and then grabbing her to whip her into the fiery ropes. While she started out a bit stunned, Elena is able to catch herself before running into the ropes. Jason runs behind her to push her into the fire, but she moves out of the way! Jason has to quickly catch himself before he comes in contact with it. The two are standing right next to the ropes while they continue to burn and just go back to exchanging strikes to the face again. This time, it’s Elena getting the edge as she connects with GSTQ, sending Jason flying backwards. Just before reaching the ropes, he catches himself so that he doesn’t collide with the fire!

ALARA ADAMS: That was almost it! Elena almost had him, but he was able to live to see another day!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’m starting to sweat now! I don’t know what to expect anymore!

Elena charges directly at Jason now, but he’s able to kick her in the gut, forcing her body to bend forward. He quickly gets behind her and lifts Elena up into the Electric Chair position. Without wasting any time, he drops her down with the Deus Ex Machina, the Electric Chair Driver, right down onto the mat. The foundation of the ring explodes out from under them, collapsing the ring down.

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ALARA ADAMS: THE FIRE MUST HAVE GOTTEN SO OUT OF CONTROL IT MESSED WITH THE FOUNDATION OR SOMETHING, BUT THE RING JUST EXPLODED FROM UNDER THEM!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY SHIT AND WATCH OUT FOR THOSE ROPES!

As the ring is collapsing, the ropes of fire fall into the ring. Jason and Elena are right in the middle of the ring, so the ropes don’t touch them, but the flames spread around the ring, first coming into contact with Jason and then Elena right after. The ref signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: DID THE FIRE TOUCH JASON FIRST OR ELENA?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO THINK RIGHT NOW! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

Officials talk at ringside while the EMTs start dousing the flames. More coming running from backstage to help in the fight of fire. Jason and Elena have their backs both on fire.

CLARA OLSON: DUE TO JASON LONG CATCHING ON FIRE FIRST… HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND STILL… PROJECT: HONOR LEGACY CHAMPION… ELENNNAAA DEEDDRRAACCAAAAAAA!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Wow that really could’ve gone either way there at the end. It just so happened the fire got to Jason first.

KAYDEN ELLIS: They need to hurry up and put that fire out and get to Jason and Elena quickly!

The fire starts to go down and some are able to get in the ring with Jason and Elena who have their flames doused very quickly.

ALARA ADAMS: Well, Elena just barely was able to defend her Legacy Championship in a match that’ll go down in history without a doubt.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And what a better way to end the show than a match where everything is set on fire basically!

TREY BOOKER: THANK YOU FOR JOINING US FOR WEEK TWO OF THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE YEAR!

J.T. PRICE: Another season down, plenty more to go. We look forward for what’s to come and after seeing such a hellacious night like tonight, we can only imagine how things are going to go from here!

ALARA ADAMS: Absolutely, I heard a few changes are coming with the new season, like scheduling and such, so keep an eye out on that! That’s all for us tonight. As always, I’m Alara!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Kayden!

TREY BOOKER: Ya boy Trey!

J.T. PRICE: Aww why do I gotta be last? AND J.T.! THANK YOU!

The cameras fade out to the EMTs still dousing flames in and around the ring while also attending to Jason and Elena.

The show is over, the lights are all turned off and the fans are currently filing out of their seats to their vehicles. Our final segment of Season Two starts in the private parking lot, where we see Christian DeMarco loading a suitcase into the trunk. He shuts the lid and starts to walk to the driver’s side, when a second car pulls up behind his own. With a confused look on his face, Christian turns to watch as a man in a black suit steps out of the driver’s seat and makes his way to the back.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: ‘tha fuck is this?

The man in the suit opens the back door as a very bruised and battered Arik Holt steps out of the back of the vehicle. Dressed in a white suit with a fresh new white cane, Arik grimaces as he touches his abdomen.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well lookie who fought a war and barely lived to talk about it.

ARIK HOLT: Well, you see Christian, at least I fight my own battles.

With a smirk on his face after poking at DeMarco about Week One’s Team Darling versus Team DeMarco match, Arik slowly makes his way over to stand in front of Christian. The man in the black suit silently follows and stands behind him.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well...you made it too late. Shows over. Yada yada yada, Jason’s the new Legacy Champ, yada yada yada...go back to the hotel. We’ve got a long flight back to the states to start getting ready for Season Three.

Arik’s smirk becomes slightly sadistic as he lifts his left hand up into the air, snapping his fingers loudly. The man in the black suit reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out some paperwork, placing it into Arik’s waiting hand.

ARIK HOLT: Well you see, Christian...that’s why I am here. I wanted to catch you before you left, so we can talk about something before this ‘season three’ starts. After all, Season Two isn’t over until the day is over, right?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: I guess. But what the hell do you want to talk to me about? I’m done listening to your twisted ideas and requests.

ARIK HOLT: Well that’s the thing. You see, this being Fallout’s first full Season...you’ve been involved in a lot of serious shit. From the injuries that forced people like Zack Tyler and Kevin Hunter out...to bad decisions from the word go.

With a scoff from the Fallout General Manager, Arik Holt begins to look through the papers he has in his hand.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Those two were nothing but dark match fodder anyway.

Arik looks up from the paperwork.

ARIK HOLT: What about Drago Santiago? Your approval of that match between he and Jason Long, is the reason that Drago was injured and has yet to even TALK to anyone about coming back. Or what about Mason Destruction?

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Mason is back, dumbass. He just fought for my team last week.

ARIK HOLT: Where he was injured and subsequently released with an injury claim. Or didn’t you know that?

DeMarco pauses, not knowing about the Mason situation.

ARIK HOLT: Or what about your inability to stop the psychopath known as Redd? Due to your inaction and total disregard for your own roster...he injured Kasey Winterborn and caused her to leave Project: Honor...he injured Pixie Sloane and caused her to leave Project: Honor...he nearly killed your Prime Champion...and just tonight, he put Savannah Sunshine closer to death than he would like to admit. Yet YOU galavant around the Fallout halls, flirting with Tara Fenix...flirting with Lara Chambers...and just having a rampant neglect for the roster that you say you stand up for.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Excuse the fuck out of you, but that Redd shit IS you. You are the one who did ALL of that.

ARIK HOLT: And you LET me. I didn’t see security running down to stop me when I showed up and ringside. I didn’t see security running down to break up my little purge groups. You just kept...letting...it...happen.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Well now that we know you’re the psycho behind the mask, then we can stop you and your little silly mind games. I can’t fire you, but I don’t need to include you in on anything.

ARIK HOLT: Wrong again, Christian.

Holt points to a specific section of the paperwork he is looking at and looks down, reading it out for Christian to hear.

ARIK HOLT: “Arik Holt, as Fallout Assistant General Manager, is in charge of making sure all of the Fallout General Manager duties are done completely, responsibly, and in the best interest of Project: Honor. In the case that some things fail to be completed, it is the duty of Arik Holt to complete these items to the best of his ability”.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Can you just get to your point?

He looks up at DeMarco with a smile.

ARIK HOLT: Most definitely, because this is the good part.

Lowering his eyes back down to the paper, Holt continues to read.

ARIK HOLT: “In the event that Arik Holt finds that the Fallout General Manager has failed to do his job properly and has exhibited a lack of sound judgement when it comes to protecting the roster, the Fallout brand, and the Project: Honor brand...it will be Arik Holt’s duty to relieve the General Manager of their duties and assume the position himself.”

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Wait...what?

Holt folds up the paper and hands them back to the man in the black suit, without looking at him. He keeps his eyes trained on Christian DeMarco, as two members of Project: Honor security walk up behind DeMarco.

ARIK HOLT: Christian DeMarco, in accordance with my duties to Project: Honor and Fallout itself...upon observing your behavior towards your employees, your lack of judgement which has resulted in many wrestler’s injuries, which have presented PH with multiple lawsuits...and standing by as you acted carelessly and irresponsibly on multiple occasions, you have been deemed as a hazard for Fallout and Project: Honor as a whole.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: Yay, yippee for you. Can I go now? It’s been a long week.

ARIK HOLT: Well you’re going to have a lot of time to rest. Christian DeMarco, I am relieving you of your duties as Fallout General Manager and hereby terminating your employment with Project: Honor. Gentleman, can you please make sure Mr. DeMarco leaves the grounds promptly.

DeMarco’s eyes widen in a rage as Arik turns and starts to walk back towards his car.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!

Before he could lunge forward to attack Holt, the two members of security step in between them. DeMarco’s breathing becomes heavy as the anger rushes through him and he watches as both Holt and the man in black get in the vehicle. The car starts up and slowly pulls up to where DeMarco is, the back window slowly rolling down to show Arik’s devious smile.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

ARIK HOLT: I’m the new Fallout General Manager, sir. You have a wonderful night and enjoy your trip back to the states!

With a little finger wave from Holt to DeMarco, the window rolls up and the car slowly pulls away. As security tries to usher Christian to his own vehicle, the scene slowly fades out to the Project: Honor logo.