FALLOUT XIII | September 30th: Oh Look, Multi-Person Matches

Crash Rodriguez vs Rapture

Almost as if nearing Halloween was leveling Rapture up, the wanna-be killer came out firing on all cylinders. Crash tried to fight back, but his injuries from facing Valkyrie at Night of Honor were still too much and Rapture dropped him with the ‘Only Man’ onto a trash can, for the three count.

WINNER: Rapture via pinfall (6:14)




GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH:
Earl Boyde (C) vs Thorberg Aaronsson vs Noah Hope

Earl and Thorberg battled it out while Noah kind of just watched from the outside. It was when Noah tried to take advantage of Thorberg dropping Earl, but he was quickly taken care of by The Murder Viking. But with the distraction, Earl was able to dropkick Thorberg...knocking him to the outside. And with Aaronsson out of the way, Earl dropped the ‘Redfeather Special’ onto Noah Hope to retain the Gatekeeper Championship Title.

WINNER: Earl Boyde (C) via Pinfall on Noah Hope (10:31)





Our scene opens at the employee entrance to Wrigley Field. A limo pulls up towards the door and the backdoor opens, with a gray-suit wearing Arik Holt stepping out of the back. He straightens his tie and smirks as he sees Rock Johnson standing at the entrance, with two members of security.

ARIK HOLT: A welcoming committee? Oh Rock Johnson, you really know how to make your employees feel special.

ROCK JOHNSON: Employee? Excuse me, Aaron…

ARIK HOLT: It’s Arik, you thick-headed motherfucker.

Rock grits his teeth in anger.

ROCK JOHNSON: Listen, I don’t know why you think you are walking into this building...but I already called Christian DeMarco and told him to get his barbed-wire lovin’ ass to Chicago. This show needs a General Manager.

ARIK HOLT: It’s got one! Yours truly.

Arik smirks as Rock shakes his head.

ROCK JOHNSON: You are NOT going into this bui-

Before Rock could finish his sentence, Arik takes a step towards him...a scowl forming on his face.

ARIK HOLT: I want you to listen closely to me, Rock. You and I both signed a contract that said I was unfireable, unremovable, and a whole bunch of other legal mambo-jumbp that basically puts your ass in one hell of a fucking pickle when it comes to me. So unless you want me to bring out said legally binding document, show it to a few lawyers, and wind up owning Project: Honor, it’s little side shows, and its funky-ass shitty night club...I suggest you move the fuck out of my way and let me do my job. You feel me?

The Project: Honor owner lets out a low disgruntled growl, showing extreme disapproval for Arik. Arik makes a hand gesture, Rock Johnson and security to move...which they do. He walks past them and opens the door, when three members of the HYDRA come walking up to the group.

LARA CHAMBERS: Look at these useless men, ladies. It makes me laugh to picture that they think they are above us.

Arik holds the door open as Lara walks through.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Nothing but play things for our amusement.

He nods to Alexandra as she walks through.

DEIRDRE EVANS: Yes...play things…

Deirdre stares at Arik as she walks by. Her gaze stays with his as she walks through the door. She turns her head, but Arik continues to watch her walk away. Finally Holt turns to look at Rock Johnson.

ARIK HOLT: Oh, this is going to be fun.

And with that, Arik walks into the entrance...letting the door shut behind him.





Our television screen fades to show a live shot of fans outside of Wrigley Field, in Chicago, Illinois. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.


Fallout’s new theme music for Season Three, ‘Too Far Gone’ by Villain Of The Story, cuts through the silence as we see the fans pouring into the entrances.



#You wanna point the blame
For all your suffering
But do you really think your hands are clean?

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

#You wanna criticize
The broken part of me
But do you think that it'll ease your pain?

Above the Prime Championship Title is a large picture of Jason Long, with a smaller picture of Julius Fairweather beside it.

#Destruction inside
What's left is fading away

Above the Noble Championship is a large picture of Pyro, with a smaller picture of Slade Castle just to the right.

#Deception & lies
I know you're going insane

Above the Ascension Championship Title is a picture of Valkyrie, with a smaller picture of Angelo Caito next to it.

#Now I don't know where you went wrong

Flash to a new image of Elena DeDraca with the Project: Honor Legacy Championship.

#But it's clear that you're too far gone

Flash to a new image of Julius Fairweather and Pyro holding the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships.

#You've been fighting on the wrong side
If you'd only open your eyes you'll find!

Flash to a new image of Earl Boyde holding the Project: Honor Gatekeeper Championship.

#There's no way out for you now that you're
Too far gone

Cut to an image of the first match of the show. Cole Madden and Asher are seen standing next to each other, the home plate of Wrigley Field is the only thing between them.

#Don't try to drag me with you into the flames

Move to the next match and we see Angelo Caito and Graham Baker standing across home plate from Havoc and SWITCHBLXDE.

#Don't wanna hear you running your mouth
You're so loud always talking all about yourself

Next up, the third match of the night and we see The Massacre, Lazarus Arjen & Charon Seede, standing across the plate from Steel & Venom, James Ranger & Kagome Akaibara.

#I'm not another you can take for granted
So stop acting like you have an advantage

Our new image is the fourth match, with Lesley and Slade Castle standing on one side of home plate while Jason Long stands alone on the other side.

#And how it's been so hard being the victim
When it comes to attention you've got an addiction

The Headliner of the night and we see Syndicate on one side and Julius Fairweather on the other.

#You're just another disgrace
You'll never be the same

Finally the Main Event image. Valkyrie stands on home plate with the Ascension Championship Title over her shoulder. Standing around her are Ellie Quinn, Bianca McBride, Latoya Hixx and Savannah Sunshine.

#Now I don't know where you went wrong
But it's clear that you're too far gone

The Main Event image fades out to the words ‘31 DAYS UNTIL BLOODBATH’.

#You've been fighting on the wrong side
If you'd only open your eyes you'll find

The words fade out to a new set of words: ‘EPISODE XIII: OH LOOK, MULTI-PERSON MATCHES’


#There's no way out for you now that you're
Too far gone


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






The footage starts with a flashback to Night of Honor II. To be specific, the Inferno Match between Jason Long and Elena DeDraca. The camera gets a closer look at the two competitors. Whenever one of them comes too close to the ropes, the flames dance higher. The scene moves fast forward, showing both of them on fire. But Elena DeDraca retained the LEGACY championship this night. Before the pictures fade to black you can hear the well known laughter of the group called HYDRA.

It takes a few seconds before the screen comes to life again, showing three of the four members of the previously mentioned stable. They stand together in a circle, each of them wearing a HYDRA shirt. The only person missing this evening is Elena DeDraca.

LARA CHAMBERS: I almost had to tie her down tonight. The girl doesn’t know how to take breaks.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: But we all knew that, right? It doesn’t matter what the rest of the roster thinks, or tries to tell, she is the hardest worker in this company.

DEIRDRE EVANS: And even after the hell she went through, she was willing to be here tonight. That is the spirit of a true champion. Just odd that some seem to suffer from amnesia.

The other two members looked at Deirdre with puzzled expressions on their faces.

DEIRDRE EVANS: I mean, look at Jason Long. He paraded around before the match, thinking he had already won. Going as far as wishing Elena, yeah our Elena, good luck. He tried to disrespect the LEGACY champion and what did he get? Burnt balls and a new haircut. No offense, but if you wanna beat someone like her, you have to do better than empty insults.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: It is the strength of the male popularity to be delusional. They still think they run this business, just like they did decades ago. But isn’t it funny that the longest reigning LEGACY champion is a female? That the same female lost only one match since signing with Project Honor? People are awfully terrible with their memory, whenever it suits them. Right, Marky Pooh?

LARA CHAMBERS: Wrong show, Pix. But I get what you mean and I am sure the audience does too. It must sting in all the wrong places that even when not being the company's puppy, she still gets more support than anyone else. That her merchandise still is sold out every show. And on top of the cake, no matter who they pick to face her- it ends with a big disappointment for them.

Once again the girls shared a laugh while watching other people pass them by.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Which actually leads us to the upcoming opponent, Syndi. How are you doing, bubbles? Amazing I assume, since you prefer living in your own little world. Where you are the big shit, while in the real world you are just shit. You couldn’t beat her the first time. You couldn’t beat Jason Long, who now couldn’t beat her. So what are your chances?

DEIRDRE EVANS: I am sure he has a masterplan. One that will totally not backfire on him. Because don’t forget, he is the man.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: He is just a man, D. That is what you wanted to say. And even though our beloved champion is not being part of tonight's show, she is with us in spirit. So watch your steps, ladies and gentlemans. But most importantly, watch your mouths. Because that is the one thing that 90% of this roster is made of. Big words, no spine.

It was then that Lara Chambers once again took a step forward, focusing fully on the camera. The smile on her face is seductive, yet dangerous.

LARA CHAMBERS: We’re one. Which means, don’t feel too safe with Elena DeDraca not here tonight. We are HYDRA and we came to fuck shit up.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: You are welcome.

Alexandra now winked into the camera, doing her best Elena impression before the picture cuts to ringside.



ALARA ADAMS: Hello Fallout fans and WELCOME to the show!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She is Alara Adams and my name is Kayden Ellis and-

Suddenly the lights dim to a red hue.

ALARA ADAMS: Shit…

“Every Breath You Take” by Chase Holfelder begins to fill the arena.



#Every breath you take…
Every move you make…

Fallout General Manager Arik Holt steps out onto the entrance ramp, pulling a large wheel on a pedestal. The fans boo loudly as he holds his hand up into the air, signaling for his music to end. Arik lifts a microphone to his mouth.

ARIK HOLT: HELLO FALLOUT FAITHFUL!!!

FANS: BOOOOO!!!

ARIK HOLT: Listen, I understand Christian DeMarco set some of this up before his employment was terminated. So in the interest of making this more fun...I have brought out this fancy wheel that I found in a Project: Honor storage closet. I spin the wheel and whatever it lands on...THAT’S THE TYPE OF MATCH THESE WILL CHANGE TO!!!

FANS: BOOOOO!!!

ARIK HOLT: So before we call out Cole Madden and that little putz Asher...LET’S SPIN...THAT...WHEEL!!!

Arik grabs the wheel with his left hand and spins it hard. After a couple seconds of the wheel clicking, it slows down and the arrow stops on ‘LUMBERJACK MATCH’.

ARIK HOLT: OH...BOY! I was hoping for something like this. I even was ready by scheduling the MICRO PROJECT: HONOR DIVIS-

Stagehand Supervisor Chadwick Bundy comes running out from the entrance way, causing Arik to stop talking and turn to him. Chadwick leans in and whispers something in his ear, which causes Arik’s face to go sour. He leans away from Chadwick and gives him a dirty look.

ARIK HOLT: What the fuck do you mean they are boycotting their match?

Chadwick shrugs.

ARIK HOLT: Well I am giving them to the count of ten and if I don’t fucking hear their music...they will both lose due to a Double Countout!

Arik points down to the ring where the ref begins to count.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

ARIK HOLT: I’m waiting…

FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!

ARIK HOLT: I’m going to make their lives a living hell if they don’t show up…

SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGHT!!!!!!!!
NINE!!!!!!!!!

ARIK HOLT: Motherfucker…

TEN!!!!!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Due to the fact that neither Cole Madden or Asher have come to the ring at the ten count...this match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNTOUT!

ARIK HOLT: Hope they enjoy the loss on their record.

Arik storms off into the back.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The boss looks pissed!

ALARA ADAMS: As he should be! These people are throwing a little tantrum because he found a loophole in his contract and took over for DeMarco? Even Tara Fenix moved on quicker from DeMarco than these wrestlers are.





ASHER: Sav’. Sav, wait up! Come on, you’re acting crazy right now.

She’s already several feet ahead of him, heading towards the women’s locker room where her things were for the night. She wasn’t even sure why she was here at this point. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t feel safe. Didn’t feel in control of her own mind or body.

ASHER: Hey, look at me.

Hands firmly grip her shoulders to keep her in place. He’s got a lot of height on her, even as the younger brother. But, as much as they fought and argued, he still loved her. His hands gently grip her shoulders, their eyes locked with each other.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t be here knowing that- that stupid idiot is here. That he’s controlling every detail, every move, everything… I have to get out of here.

ASHER: Then, you’re not going alone. You saw what happened. I didn’t go out there. My first match on this shithole of a roster and I skipped out. Not because of the bald fuck in charge. But, because I refuse to allow you to go through this alone. Now, what do we do from here?

There’s silence as Savannah swallows thickly, licks over her lips in trepidation. Dark bags beneath her eyes from loss of sleep. She carefully removes Asher’s hands from her shoulders, steps into the locker room and disappears for several moments. When she finally returns, her bag is packed and she’s dressed warmly.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: We do nothing. You do nothing, more specifically. You keep your head low, you stick to yourself, and you don’t get yourself hurt. There’s already too much to lose here now. For me. You understand?

ASHER: But, I can help you! You can’t just keep me locked out like this. Where are you even going?

She’s at the end of the hall, Asher chasing after her as he stops several feet away. She adjusts her bag, tossing a glance over her shoulder. A knowing look and a just barely there smile.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’m going away for a bit. I’m doing what needs to be done. Not for just me. But, for everyone I love and care about. Stay out of trouble, yeah?

She closes the distance between them, practically crashing into him with a lingering hug. Removing herself, she walks away. Heading over to a car already waiting for her. Leaving Asher with his own thoughts as the car drives away.

ANGELO CAITO & GRAHAM BAKER vs HAVOC & SWITCHBLXDE

CLARA OLSON: This next match is schedu-

ARIK HOLT: HOLD UP!

Everyone turns to the entrance way as the GM steps out again, with his large wheel.

ARIK HOLT: You know...I’m already peeved about the whole Madden/Asher deal...and the rumblings that there are more wrestlers in the back that are thinking about boycotting their match tonight. Now as for this first tag team match? Between Caito-Baker and Havoc-SWITCHBLXDE...it just seems so...so...boring.

The fans begin to boo loudly, already tired of Arik’s antics.

ARIK HOLT: Two tag team matches on one show? I understand Rock Johnson had a hand in this card, but what the hell was Christian thinking? We have a plethora of talent...and he just throws a bunch of them together in separate tag matches? WRONG!!! Not...on...my...watch. Tonight you will all witness a FOUR ON FOUR TAG MATCH...with an added stipulation…

Arik spins the wheel. After a few moments of clicking, it finally lands on ‘I Quit Match’.

ARIK HOLT: TONIGHT...you will witness The Massacre team up with Graham Baker and Havoc...to take on Steel & Venom, with SWITCHBLXDE and Angelo Cai-

Before Arik can say another word, Chadwick Bundy comes running out again. Arik shoots him a dirty look before Chadwick whispers into his ear.

ARIK HOLT: FUCK!!! Well...at least he isn’t boycotting ME.

Arik turns back to the fans.

ARIK HOLT: Teaming up with Steel & Venom and SWITCHBLXDE...GUY!!!

THE MASSACRE, GRAHAM BAKER, and HAVOC vs STEEL & VENOM, SWITCHBLXDE, & GUY

CLARA OLSON: The next match is an I QUIT MATCH. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of eight-hundred and twenty-four pounds...THE MASSACRE, GRAHAM BAKER, AND HAAAAVVOOOOCCCC!!!

All focus in the venue turned to the entrance way after an eerie chiming. The chiming continued for a few seconds, each one becoming more and more faint. As the chiming softened, the lights did as well until there was no single light on in the venue - except for maybe light coming from cell phones. The chiming would give way to the sound of a gun cocking, and that was when the vocals took over.

“We roll up on your street, mask on, like it's Halloween
Put your ass in a bag, like it's trick or treat.
Front door step, I keep the shotgun pumpin'
Light you up, take the top off your head, like a pumpkin.”

The venue lit up in a dark red color, very reminiscent of blood. The video screen flickered, flashing images of horror scenarios that matches with the words being spoken. Masked figures, bodybags, shotguns firing and even (for a small fraction of a second) a headless torso falling to the pavement. The sound effects that were layered under the vocals gave way to silence as the vocals turned into more of an angry - threatening whisper.

“Excuse me, I'm heartless, you know I can't feel
I'll be the bad guy, the villain, the heel.
I am the devil, I don't need a deal
I'm gonna show you that
monsters are real.”

With those last words, a white spotlight was placed on the entrance way. The chorus of Terrorbyte’s “Boogeyman” featuring Spencer Charnas of Ice Nine Kills hits the sound systems, bringing in the heavy, distorted guitar riffs - bass - and drums. This shift in tempo brought out the team that selected this song; Lazarus Arjen and Charon Seede - together known as ‘The Massacre’. Both wearing their death masks along with their entrance attire. They stopped forward movement after passing through the curtain. Evil, cold stares from both men - focused down to the ring, then out into the crowd. This menacing visual lasted only just a couple of seconds, before they began their walk down the walk way. Havoc and Graham Baker slowly walked out, following behind them.

The music, once again, shifted to how it was before - and by the time they all entered the ring, the angry whispers took over. This would lead to the heavy chorus which happened simultaneously to Charon mounting the middle turnbuckle - dragging his thumb across his throat, and Lazarus moving to the ropes close to where Charon stood - all in front of the hard camera. Lazarus intensely threw his upper body onto the top rope with his arms spread wide. Charon would climb down after a moment and Lazarus stepped back to the center of the ring. Standing side by side, the two removed their death masks which was the cue for the lights to return to normal.

CLARA OLSON: And their challengers...weighing in at a combined weight of six-hundred and twenty-two pounds...STEEL AND VENOM, SWITCHBLXDE, aaaaand GUUUUUUUYYYYY!!!!

"MAYDAY feat. Ryo from CRYSTAL LAKE" by coldrain hits as James Ranger and Kagome Akaibara step out of the back, followed by SWITCHBLXDE and a very shy looking Guy. They slowly walk down to the ring, keeping their eyes on what looks like a pack of jackals waiting in the ring for them. Just as they get to ringside, Havoc takes a running start and LEAPS OVER THE ROPES!!! SUICIDE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA ONTO STEEL & VENOM!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The Massacre and Graham Baker joined in quickly, sliding out of the ring and attacking the rest of their opponents. With Baker taking care of SWITCHBLXDE and The Massacre taking on the already injured Steel & Venom in a rematch of the Quarter-Finals of Collision Course, Havoc aimed his madness at the reluctant Guy. Guy tried to run away, but Havoc lunged out and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. He spun Guy around and started to rain down closed-fist punches and sharp-edged elbows. Guy may have called out I Quit at one point, but Havoc covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the match from ending so quickly.

Meanwhile, Graham Baker had SWITCHBLXDE up against the stairs and was driving the edge of a steel chair into the ribs of the Slumlord Killionaire. After multiple shots to the side, it was obvious that SWITCH may have had a broken rib or two, but Baker kept targeting the side, eventually switching to driving his knees and elbows into the side of him.

While all this was going on, Arjen and Seede were trading back and forth with beatings on Ranger and Akaibara. Falling far from her Noble Contender spot she once held, Kagome was taking everything The Massacre was giving and seemed to only be able to take more because she was so dazed and out of it. Just as Seede walked away from her, Arjen jumped in and drove his infamous bundle of syringes into the top of Kagome’s head. As she dropped to the ground, James Ranger escaped from Charon Seede and spun Lazarus around to confront him...only to catch a forearm to the jaw and a SECOND bundle of syringes into HIS forehead.

As the rest of the team laid in waste and continued getting a beat down by the mixture of The massacre and Killjoy Club...Havoc put Guy in the Day Of Reckoning hold and within seconds Guy was yelling “I Quit” loud enough that the stagehands back in the Tokyo Dome could hear him.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: AND YOUR WINNERS...THE MASSACRE, GRAHAM BAKER...AND HAVOC!!!

ALARA ADAMS: What a bloodbath!

KAYDEN ELLIS: No, that’s at the end of October.





Following the four on four tag match that just taken place, camera catches Angelo Caito, who was seemingly supposed to be in that very match but walked out on it, is now seen with his duffle bag as he's walking the backstage area and headed towards the exit until Alyssa Nguyen sprints up trying to catch up with him.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: "Angelo! A word please!"

Angelo stops where he is and turns around, seeing the young interviewer chasing after him. He keeps the duffle bag strap around his shoulder.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: "You were set to compete in a two versus two tag match, but then the new General Manager of Fallout, Arik Holt, changed the match and made it a four on four I Quit match. Before the match began, however, you left the match. Care to explain why?"

ANGELO CAITO: "Well, I was prepared for that tag match. I poured my heart and soul into what I said leading up to this tag match, only for that boiled egg head Arik to change it. Yeah, I was pissed off, but that's not why I left the match. I looked in that ring, and I saw a bunch of guys who wanted to fight to get an opportunity, and they were willing to sacrifice for it. I respect that because I'm the same. I am willing to sacrifice my body and my soul for an opportunity. So, I left so they can earn their opportunity. Me? I can earn it anytime I want. I will continue to fight my demons, but I will slay these demons on the roster and make it one step closer to become a Champion here in Project: Honor. Have a good night."

Angelo smiles before turning around and walks to the exit of the building, pushing the door open and leaving the arena.





As the previous tag team encounter is wrapping up, one of the roving cameras takes us backstage to the section of Wrigley Field where locker rooms have been assigned. It is there that we find Julius Fairweather hovering over Chadwick Bundy as the staff member fumbles with a set of keys at a locked door.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Hurry up, motherfucker! I ain’t got all damn night!

CHADWICK BUNDY: I’m just not sure I should be doing this…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Like I give two flying fucks what you think! Just unlock the goddamn door!

Finally Bundy is able to find the right key, and despite his reservations, he successfully unlocks the locker room door. Without hesitation, Julius shoves him aside and enters. It doesn’t take long for viewers to realize that this isn’t Julius’ locker room however, as the clothes and bags within are definitely not his style.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Those motherfuckers want to steal my shit? Well I can play that game too…

Julius continues to mumble curse words to himself as he rips open the various gym bags inside the locker room, tossing their contents all over the room without any consideration for who they belong to. Finally, upon ripping open the third bag, Julius’ eyes light up. He reaches into the bag with both hands and pulls out the Project: Honor Tag Team Title belts.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Ha ha! Come to papa you beautiful motherfuckers! Elena DeDraca has a nice set of twins...Mark Hunter has his own different kind of twins...but ain’t nobody got a pair as nice as Fire and Ice!

Julius slides a belt over each of his shoulders and turns back toward the door, satisfied in the belief that he has reclaimed the property belonging to him and his tag team partner. He exits the locker room with a wide smile, but that grin quickly vanishes as he enters the hall to see Chadwick Bundy being held from behind in a chokehold at the hands of Charon Seede.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Motherfu-

He doesn’t even have time to finish his favorite curse word before a steel chair slams across his back, dropping him to his hands and knees. Standing over him with the weapon in hand is Lazarus Arjen, a sneer of disgust on his face as he looks down at the fallen Fairweather.

LAZARUS ARJEN: You really thought it would be that easy?

Arjen then slams the chair over Fairweather’s back a second time, driving him all the way to the floor. Meanwhile, Charon tosses Bundy aside and charges forward, planting a stiff punt kick to Julius’ unprotected face. Lazarus then takes the steel chair and folds it over Julius’ arm so that it’s trapped between the seat and the back. Without any hesitation, Lazarus begins to stomp away at the chair while Charon takes a moment to pick up the tag team titles, once again making sure they stay with the members of Massacre.

LAZARUS ARJEN: It’s just…*stomp*...too bad…*stomp*...Pyro isn’t here…*stomp*...to get his share…*stomp*

Julius finally manages to free his arm from the chair but he immediately grasps at it and howls out in pain. Then, to send one final message to the tag team champions, Lazarus locks Fairweather in a Boston Crab while Charon takes a few steps back. Moments later, Charon hits a curb stomp to complete their Dark Harvest, completely knocking Julius unconscious. Backstage security and various members of the staff finally arrive on the scene to bring the assault to an end, but as the members of Massacre willingly back away with the tag titles still in their possession, it’s clear that the damage has been done.

LESLEY ADORA & SLADE CASTLE vs JASON LONG

ALARA ADAMS: Well that doesn’t bode well for Fire & Ice. Julius has a match later toni-

ARIK HOLT: WE’RE NOT DONE YET, FOLKS!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: ...what now…

The fans boo as Arik Holt walks back out onto the stage, pushing his fancy wheel.

ARIK HOLT: I know, I know. This next match between Adora, Castle, and Long...already has a fancy little stipulation. And honestly, this was the FIRST match I booked when I became GM. How could I not have two of our favorite little former Ascension Champions take on the current Prime Champion? How could we not take two wild cards...and push Jason back down to where he belongs? You know, before he THOUGHT he was mighty enough to take down the great Elena DeDraca.

The booing gets louder.

ARIK HOLT: So what else can I add to this match? LET’S SPIN THE WHEEL AND FIND OUT!!!

Arik spins the wheel very lightly. It spins for a few seconds, before slowing down and stopping on something...but Arik quickly grabs it and moves it physically to ‘CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE’.

ARIK HOLT: OH LOOK! This Handicap Match? IS NOW A HANDICAP PRIME CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!!

And the boos get even LOUDER!

ARIK HOLT: So when Lesley Adora or Slade Castle manage to PIN Jason Long...THAT PERSON WILL BE THE NEW PRIME CHAMP-

Arik stops talking mid-word when he glances towards the entrance way and sees Chadwick Bundy standing there.

ARIK HOLT: Chadwick...I’ve enjoyed seeing you around the back and watching you place random weapons around the place. But today, I’m sick and tired of seeing your face.

Chadwick mouths the word ‘sorry’.

ARIK HOLT: Let me guess...someone is boycotting the match?

Mr Bundy shakes his head yes.

ARIK HOLT: Lesley?

The Head of Weapon Placement shakes his head no.

ARIK HOLT: ...Castle?

Another no.

ARIK HOLT: Jason ‘Pincushion’ Long?

This time it is a yes.

ARIK HOLT: MOTHERFUCKER!!!

In a fit of rage, Arik pushes the wheel away. With a loud crash it falls off the stage and smashes on the floor below.

ARIK HOLT: You know what? Jason Long? Automatic countout loss, no need to even fucking count! You lose the match, you lose the Prime Championship Title match...even though you technically keep the fucking title...AND YOU ARE BEING SUSPENDED FOR THE NEXT SHOW!!!

Turning towards a camera on stage, Arik gets right into it.

ARIK HOLT: Don’t come to Texas! Don’t step FOOT in the United Supermarkets Arena! YOU ARE BANNED!!! YOU HEAR ME YOU LITTLE PISS-ANT? BANNED!!! And if you DO come to the Lubbock, Texas and try to fuck with my show? You won’t have to worry about Julius taking your title at Bloodbath...BECAUSE I WILL STRIP YOU OF THAT PRIME CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Arik pushes the camera away before leaning back and CHUCKING the microphone into the crowd in a fit of anger. He turns and quickly walks into the back as a few stagehands rush out to pick up the pieces of the broken wheel.





Our scene opens at a large dining room table. A father, a mother, and two well mannered children sit at the table. On the table is a delicious Thanksgiving feast: Turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, stuffing, and a whole array of other foods.

ANNOUNCER: Thanksgiving is a day to be thankful. A day to enjoy your family and give thanks for all the blessings you have.

The camera pans around as the family holds hands and even though there is no sound, their heads are bowed and you can tell they are praying.

ANNOUNCER: A time to look at everything you have been given over the past year. A time to look at everything you have accomplished over the past year.

A small distortion causes the screen to cut to static for a moment, before cutting back to the family.

ANNOUNCER: A time to eat. A time to enjoy. A time to…

Suddenly the lights go out in the dining room. A few seconds pass by before four green purge masks light up where the family were sitting.

ANNOUNCER: A TIME TO PURGE!!!

We quickly cut away from the family table, to scenes from Unbreakable Resolution 2020’s Purge Match.

Red Riot in a green purge mask, smashing a light tube across the face of Dex Griffin.

Eli Altas hitting the Carto-Catastrophe on an unnamed wrestler, through the front window of the St Elmo Mercantile Building.

Pat The Postman throwing Mark Hunter and Josiah Andrew Scott out of the St Elmo Post Office.

Mark Hunter with a Zero Gravity off the top of a building onto a fallen Eli Atlas.

Finally we cut to a small unknown town in Minnesota.

ANNOUNCER: Thanksgiving Day...Twenty-Twenty-One...Fallout Presents the Second Annual Purge Match.

Our scene cuts back to the family dining room. All four Purge Masks are still lit up, when suddenly the one at the head table flickers and turns red. The scene then quickly fades out.

SYNDICATE vs JULIUS FAIRWEATHER

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the next match is…

Clara pauses for a moment and presses on her ear, listening to her ear piece.

CLARA OLSON: Sorry folks, General Manager Holt has spun a second wheel and has added a stipulation for this match. This is now a STRAP MATCH!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Strap-on Match?

ALARA ADAMS: No, she said Strap Match. Who do you think you are, Lulu?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Who?

ALARA ADAMS: Nevermind.

CLARA OLSON: The first person to walk around and tap all four turnbuckles will be DECLARED THE WINNER!!!

The sound of television static flows through the sound system as the lights dim. While the crowd voices their complete disapproval of what is to come, the hiss fades into "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine.

As "SYNDICATE" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate. Dressed in a black leather jacket along with blue denim jeans and gray Under Armour sneakers, he stretches his arms outward into a crucifix pose with his shoulder-length blonde hair shimmering in the glow of the light from above.

CLARA OLSON: Making his way to the ring, from the City of Angels, weighing two-hundred and twenty-four pounds, he is the Los Angeles Outlaw...SYYYYNNNNNNDICATEEEEEEE!

Syndicate drops his arms and makes his way down to the ring, the crowd absolutely raining boos down onto him as he does. After sliding into the ring, Syndicate climbs the turnbuckle and spreads his arms out into another crucifix pose before jumping down and stretching himself out on the ropes. The ref walks over and instantly begins putting one end of the strap on Syndicate’s right wrist.

The camera switches focus to a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair standing in the center of the ring. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and is holding a single index card in his left hand. We then see a microphone lowered from the ceiling into the man’s waiting grasp. He takes the microphone in his right hand and raises it as he begins to read from his card.

JOEY FATONE: Ladies and gentlemen, Project: Honor is proud to present this next contest, featuring a man who truly needs no introduction. Nevertheless, I shall do my best to do this legendary figure justice. He is an athlete that has crossed through the ranks of amateur wrestling, professional boxing, and mixed martial arts, winning championships and accolades in all of those arenas. Hailing from Detroit, Michigan and currently residing on the open road, he stands at six foot three inches and fills that impressive frame with a lean yet chiseled two hundred and forty-five pounds of grit and determination. He is a man that goes by many names. He is The Weatherman...he is The Shepherd of Lost Souls...he is a Bad Mother Fucker...he is…”Furious”...Julius...Fairweather!!!

As Julius' own version of "Stackolee" begins to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed lighting to rest upon the entrance, where Julius Fairweather stands one arm raised above his head and the other cradled at his side. His usual look of total determination on his face has faded a way to a look of pain and agony. As the song shifts in tone, Julius begins to slowly advance toward the ring, blood still slowly oozing out of a gash on his forehead.

After stepping between the ropes, Julius gives Joey Fatone but he is unable to do his usual pre-match warm-up due to the pain and uncomfortableness of his current situation. His music fades out and the ref is quick to strap him in as well.

DING! DING! DING!

In what could have been billed as a top-notch match, it was a little disappointing. But despite receiving a beating from The Massacre earlier in the show, Julius tried his best to fight through the pain and take the aggression that Syndicate was laying out. And although this half of the Tag Team Champions gave it his all, it wasn’t a match for the rested and pissed off Syndicate.

ONE TURNBUCKLE from Syndicate.

Julius could barely stop Syndicate from touching the first turnbuckle before catching a few knees to his already injured midsection.

TWO TURNBUCKLE from Syndicate.

With as much strength as he could muster from his weak body, Julius tried to pull Syndicate from getting to that second turnbuckle...but he was unable to do so. With the third turnbuckle in sight...Syndicate spun Julius around and wrapped the loose strap around the neck of the Furious One. Fighting to not be choked out, Fairweather could not stop Syndicate from pulling him close to the third turnbuckle.

THIRD TURNBUCKLE from Syndicate.

With Syndicate just feet from victory...Julius gave it everything he had. He managed to free himself from Syndicate’s hold and turned...unleashing with a WILD Royale With Cheese...but his aim was off due to his right eye starting to swell shut. Syndicate pushed Julius away, to which Julius tries again to fight back...this time launching into the air for a Foot Fuckin’ Master...but again his aim is off and he misses. Syndicate grabs the strap tightly and yanks it while Julius is still in the air, causing him to fall down onto the mat face first. And with Julius don’t and bleeding out onto the mat...Syndicate reaches out…

FOURTH TURNBUCKLE from Syndicate.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner by touching all four turnbuckles...SYNDICATE!!!

The ref quickly undoes Syndicate and raises his hand into the air in victory, before dropping down to check on Julius.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Syndicate won the match, but he was taking on a completely obliterated Julius Fairweather.

ALARA ADAMS: Yes, but a win is a win. You go into the record books in a couple years and it will say ‘Syndicate won’....not ‘Syndicate won because...yada yada yada’. Give the man some credit!

While the ref calls for the medics, Syndicate makes his way up the entrance ramp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I guess you’re right.

ALARA ADAMS: You guess? Bitch, I’m always right!





The camera cuts to the makeshift backstage area here at Wrigley Field. Amidst the assembled throng of Project: Honor production staff and ring crew, we arrive just in time to see the Los Angeles Outlaw, Syndicate, pushing his way through the curtain with a huge smile spread across his face. Dripping with sweat from his encounter with Julius Fairweather, Syndicate grabs a water bottle from a nearby table, takes a swig, and dumps about half of the rest of the bottle over his head to cool himself down, splashing a few crew members in the process. Flipping his long blonde hair back, he looks up just in time to see his loyal agent, JJ Kline, walking towards him. Wearing a crisp blue suit with a matching gray tie, and with his brunette hair impeccably slicked back, JJ provides his client with the same slow clap that you'd expect from a disinterested comedy club audience member - difference is, he seems to be especially pleased with Syndicate's performance.

JJ KLINE: Hey, good shit out there, bud! Much better than your Night of Honor performance.

SYNDICATE: Yeah, well, you know just as well as I do that that's just the first step.

The Los Angeles Outlaw turns to the nearby camera and unveils a marvelous shit-eating grin.

SYNDICATE: YO, ELENA! I'm sure you and your little Losers Club aren't impressed in the slightest with that win, and to be honest, that's fine. That wasn't meant for you - it was meant for everyone else, everyone sitting back there in that locker room and wondering how the hell a guy named Syndicate earned a Legacy title shot. THAT'S HOW. It doesn't matter if you're at the bottom of the barrel or on a twelve-match winning streak, because sooner or later, you're gonna get put the fuck to sleep. I'm not scared of you, and I'm not gonna be humble about my chances at beating you like our pal Julius. You may be on top now, but before long? Well, you better contact my pal JJ, because you're gonna be looking for new employment after you get beat by the Los...Angeles...Outlaw. Welcome...to the Syndicate.

He turns to JJ Kline, and the two share a crisp high five.

JJ KLINE: That's the spirit! Let's go grab our stuff and get outta here.

SYNDICATE: You go on ahead, I need to wash up.

JJ KLINE: Suit yourself!

JJ, seemingly always at maximum energy, leaves in a hurry, and afterwards, Syndicate takes another drink from his bottle. As he does, however, he gets a glimpse of the label and immediately spits the water out. Instead of the Aquafina branding he was expecting, he instead sees the same mysterious circular tribal logo that the mysterious stalker he met in Los Angeles had tattooed on his hand. At the bottom of the label, the same message that was on the man's business card is printed in cursive: "Those who wander are not lost."

SYNDICATE: What the...

He glances around and sees a member of the production staff taking more water bottles out of a cooler and placing them onto the table from earlier.

SYNDICATE: Hey, HEY! Did you put this here?

The crew member just looks up at Syndicate and smiles.

CREW MEMBER: It's like we told you, Mr. Irvine. We're only here to help you...we want you to free your soul.

SYNDICATE: What the...who the...what...

Syndicate slowly backs away in disbelief - it's clear that the reach of this little stalking operation is larger than just one person.

SYNDICATE: JJ...WAIT UP!

The Los Angeles Outlaw gets the hell out of there before things go further south, leaving the anonymous crew member chuckling as he goes back to unpacking water bottles.





The scene opens up as we see Earl Boyde in his backyard smoking a cigar. He puts down the cigar and puts a smile on his face

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, I am proud to announce the opening of my new food store.

Earl would step aside to reveal the food stand and holds some vanilla protein balls in a cup.

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, Earl’s Good Ass Balls is opening up soon. And I am gonna sing a little tune for ya.

Earl puts down the balls and gets out his guitar

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, have you seen my balls? They're big and salty and white, if you ever need diet food, Just stick my balls in your mouth! Ooh, suck on my vanilla protein balls, Stick 'em in your mouth and suck em! They're packed full of vitamins, and good for you, so suck on My balls!

Earl takes a breath and puts down the guitar

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, in months that end in ‘ber. I will be handing out an autographed 8x10 of me. If they aren’t available then I will be handing out either Super Hornio Brothers or Super Hornio Brothers 2, note that supplies are limited due to slow delivery. So come to Earl’s Good Ass Balls and suck on my balls today!

The screen fades back to the show.

ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
VALKYRIE (C) vs ELLIE QUINN vs BIANCA McBRIDE vs LATOYA HIXX vs SAVANNAH SUNSHINE

ALARA ADAMS: What...the actual fuck...was that commercial? Has Rock Johnson become so desperate for money, that we have to try to get people to suck on Earl Boyd’s salty balls? Have-

Alara stops talking as the teletron kicks on, diverting her and everyone’s

ARIK HOLT: You didn’t think I’d let the Main Event of the night go without one of my fun little stipulations, did you? I mean, after all...Savannah Sunshine ran off like the scared little bitch she is...leaving my five-way scramble as a fatal fourway, even if she technically earns herself an automatic loss on this one. That is her third attempt at earning herself victory number ten...and it just keeps SLIPPING away, doesn’t it? But anyway...if we are planning on having this much fun tonight...let’s do this…

The camera pans out to show a smaller wheel next to Arik, with only a few match types on it. Arik spins it and after a few seconds...it lands on ‘TLC Match’.

ARIK HOLT: Well LOOK AT THAT! THis Ascension Championship match just became an Ascension Championship TLC Match. Chadwick, you know what to do.

The teletron turns off as Chadwick Bundy and two other stage hands, step out of the entrance way with carts of tables, chairs, and ladders. As they get down to the ring, each of them reach under the ring and begin pulling out a twenty foot ladder each. With the ladders laying on the ground, Chadwick looks up to the ceiling above the ring and gives a thumbs up. Moments later, the Ascension Championship Title begins to lower down on a cord.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is an Ascension Championship Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match in Honor of National Women’s Health and Fitness Day!!! The winner is the first person to climb up and remove the Ascension Championship from the cord it is attached to.

Chadwick and the other stage hands walk back up the entrance way and into the back.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing the first challenger...weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds...THE HELLACIOUS HEARTBREAKER...LATOYA...HIXX!!!

“She Looks Good” by Jim Johnston hits and Lataoyx Hixx comes out on stage and does a pose. She walks down the ramp and high fives her fans, before stepping foot inside of the ring. Latoya walks up towards the ropes and hops up onto them, pointing her one finger in the air, symbolizing she is number one. With a little hop, she gets down off the apron and waits for her Opponents to arrive.

CLARA OLSON: And the next challenger...weighing in at one-hundred and forty-seven pounds...BIANCA McccccBRRIIDDDEEE!!!

“Bloodred Sunrise” by Northland hits and Bianca comes booking it out of the back. Without even stopping to acknowledge anyone, she makes a b-line down to the ring. The moment she gets close, she begins to unload one of the carts...tossing chairs to the side and setting up tables. The music ends as she continues setting up for the match.

CLARA OLSON: The final challenger for the Ascension Championship...weighing in at one-hundred and twenty-four pounds...THE SHATTERED CROWN...ELLIE...QUINN!!!

“The Red” by We are PIGS blares out as Ellie Quinn steps out onto the entrance ramp. She takes a step forward when Valkyrie comes flying out of the back and LEVELS Ellie with a razor-wire covered baseball bat that has odd Nordic Runes carved into every inch of it. Ellie barely is able to stand after getting bashed in the back of the head, but Valkyrie measures her up near the end of the stage…

ALARA ADAMS: FREYJA’S KISS!!!

A perfectly placed pele kick not only catches Quinn in the jaw, but sends her FLYING off the edge of the stage and into a nearby set of electrical equipment. Sparks and debris go flying as Ellie crashes into the crudely pieced together area of monitors, dials, and wires.

Meanwhile, Clara slides out of the ring and the ref points to the timekeepers table.

DING! DING! DING!

Valkyrie comes charging down to the ring, with her bat held in the air. She stops at Bianca, who has put up three tables, and swings her bat. Bianca just manages to block it with a steel chair, but doesn’t stop a kick to the gut from the Ascension Champion. Valkyrie drops the bat, grabs Bianca by the hair and her pants...AND SLAMS BIANCA SHOULDER FIRST INTO A RING POST!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Don’t look now, but Latoya Hixx has a ladder set-up below the Ascension Title...AND IS ALREADY HALFWAY UP!!!

ALARA ADAMS: She is trying to take advantage of the bell ringing and everyone else being distracted.

Valkyrie, pleased with Bianca laying on the ground holding her shoulder, sees Latoya Hixx’s attempt...and slides into the ring. She runs to the other side of the ladder and begins climbing as fast as she can. Three-quarters of the way up, Valkyrie reaches through the ladder AND GRABS LATOYA BY THE SHIRT! She pushes Latoya slightly back...THEN PULLS FORWARD HARD, SLAMMING LATOYA’S FACE ON THE LADDER!!! One of Hixx’s arms goes limp and lets go of the ladder. Valkyrie pushes her away again...THEN SLAMS HER AGAIN!!! LATOYA’S ANOTHER ARM FALLS!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Uh-oh...They are at least fifteen feet in the air...and the only thing keeping Latoya from falling is Valkyrie.

Blood begins to ooze down the side of Latoya’s face as a cut has opened up above her left eye. Valkyrie reaches through with her let hand and wipes away some of the blood...BEFORE PUSHING LATOYA OFF THE LADDER!!! LATOYA FALLS BACK...TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING AND THROUGH ONE OF THE TABLES THAT BIANCA HAS SET UP!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Ellie down, Bianca barely getting to her feet, and Latoya out cold...Valkyrie is already poised to take this match!

Valkyrie climbs up the ladder and stands at the very top. She wipes Latoya’s blood on the title...the still has remnants of Crash’s blood from Night of Honor.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh...what is this?

Arik Holt stands on top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. He smirks at the downpour of boos coming at him, before lifting the microphone up.

ARIK HOLT: You know, you impress me, Valkyrie. Jason runs off like a dog with his tail between his legs. Pyro doesn’t even show up for the show and his partner feels the brunt of that mistake. You? YOU are Fallout’s FIGHTING Champion. You easily dismantled Crash Rodriguez to the point that even earlier tonight...he is still feeling the lingering effects of what you did at Night of Honor.

Valkyrie takes a step down on each side, giving herself more stability.

ARIK HOLT: Then you come out here…

He looks to the wreckage that medics are helping Quinn out of.

ARIK HOLT: ...obliterate Ellie Quinn...jack up Bianca McBride…

Arik motions towards Bianca, who is nursing her shoulder and barely able to stand on the ring apron.

ARIK HOLT: ...and you’ve seemed to have tucked Latoya Hixx in for the night.

Latoya still lay motionless in the broken debris of the table.

ARIK HOLT: But this was scheduled for a five-way scramble, right? Don’t you feel cheated? Don’t you feel like...maybe you haven’t earned your victory yet?

Valkyrie scowls as she nods her head, agreeing with him.

ARIK HOLT: Good. Because I found someone who wants to play in your yard tonight.

“Take It Out On Me” by Thousand Foot hits the speakers and the crowd pops.

ALARA ADAMS: I THOUGHT HE LEFT THE BUILDING!!!

Angelo Caito comes running out of the back. With his black boots and dark green trunks, he has no hesitation as he makes his way down to the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: From a throw-away tag match to a title match in one night. Sounds like a good trade off to me!

Valkyrie stands up on the ladder and places her forehead against the Ascension Championship...before letting go and watching Angelo. Angelo climbs up onto the apron, grabs the ropes, pulls back...AND SPRINGBOARDS ONTO THE ROPE...AND JUMPS...DROPKICKING THE LADDER!!! The ladder rocks and Valkyrie jumps off the top...AND COMES DOWN WITH A HUGE PHENOMENAL FOREARM TO BIANCA McBRIDE WHO HAD JUST GAINED HER FOOTING ON THE APRON!!!

ALARA ADAMS: MJOLNIR OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND VALKYRIE JUST SENT BIANCA FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE AND THROUGH A TABLE!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t think that was the plan...but Valkyrie made the best of the situation.

Valkyrie did crash hard onto the mat and is trying to use the ropes to get up. But Angelo is already up to his feet and has grabbed Valkyrie by the hair, dragging her on her hands and knees to the ladder that had fallen up against the ropes. He places Valkyrie’s left arm between the legs of the ladder, then bounces off the ropes...AND DROPKICKS THE LADDER AGAIN...SMASHING VALKYRIE’S ARM BETWEEN THE METAL!!! Valkyrie lets out a howl as Angelo quickly makes it back to his feet.

ALARA ADAMS: Valkyrie pulls away, but is favoring that arm. Meanwhile, it looks like Angelo is setting up that ladder.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Can he pull off the upset?

Angelo stands the ladder up and opens it, positioning it under the title. He instantly begins to climb up. After a brief moment, Valkyrie sees what is going on and pulls herself up to the ladder, but is still favoring that arm.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s a race to the top now.

Both of them get almost to the top, before they begin trying to fight with each other through and around the ladder.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait...who is that…

The camera view cuts to show Asher jump over the barricade and slide into the ring.

ARIK HOLT: Wait...WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

Asher turns to Arik Holt and flips him two middle fingers before turning and climbing up the ladder on Angelo’s side. Meanwhile Angelo and Valkyrie have both made it to the top and are trading punches...but Valkyrie, unable to really use her left arm, is having a tough time keeping up. Angelo rocks her with a right and she slowly looks like she is fading fast...ready to fall. Angelo pulls back again...BUT ASHER HAS MADE IT TO THE TOP! He reaches up and hooks one arm around Angelo’s arm and neck...THEN JUMPS...STANDING MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM OFF THE TWENTY FOOT LADDER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: FATALITY!!! FATALITY!!!

Valkyrie looks down at Angelo laying on his back on the mat below. With the second opportunity, she reaches up and unhooks the Ascension Championship Title belt.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...AND STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION...VAAALLLKKYRRRIIIEEE!!!

Valkyrie holds the Championship into the air, before slowly climbing down the ladder. Meanwhile, Arik Holt is FUMING on the entrance ramp.

ARIK HOLT: YOU KNOW WHAT, ASHER...YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR SISTER AND GOT THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! You want to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong...then so be it.

Arik takes a deep breath as Asher manages to get to his feet.

ARIK HOLT: Next show...Asher...you will be in the MAIN EVENT of Fallout. It just so happens that the next show is on Canadian Thanksgiving. So why not gather round the table for a family-themed singles match, right? It will be Asher, going one on one...with…

Asher smirks, thinking he knows the answer.

ARIK HOLT: PERSEPHONE BANE!!!

Fans pop loudly as Asher’s jaw drops.
ALARA ADAMS: WHAT?!?!?!?!

Asher’s eyes widen as he shakes his head in denial.

ARIK HOLT: And if either of you don’t show up for the match...I will sign the termination papers myself!

With an evil smirk on his face, Arik slams the microphone on the ground, then turns and walks into the back through the entrance.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT A MATCH HERE TONIGHT! WHAT A MATCH FOR NEXT FALLOUT! WE WILL SEE YOU ALL THEN...GOODNIGHT!!!

The camera hangs on the scene of Bianca and Latoya still busted through tables, Angelo just now beginning to move, ASher still in shock, and Valkyrie still holding her Ascension Championship tightly to her chest.

Fade to Project: Honor logo.