FALLOUT XIV | October 14th, 2021 : Family Ties

ANGELO CAITO vs GUY

After what happened at the last Fallout, Caito had some aggression to release. Angelo spent most of the match chasing Guy around the ring like a mad man. But when he finally got a hold of Guy, he made easy work of him, dropping him with a Honor Roll before locking on tightly with the Koji Clutch. After the bell, the ref had to ask Angelo multiple times to release the hold, before he did so.

WINNER: Angelo Caito via Submission (3:11)





The boos begin to rain down almost immediately as our scene opens up to see Arik Holt sitting at a nice wooden oak desk, his hands interlocked and laying on top. A large creepy smile gives off as much a sinister vibe as Arik’s dark green suit.

ARIK HOLT: Hello Project: Honor fans, Fallout fans, and just straight out fans of complete and utter destruction. I am so HAPPY that you all have decided to join me tonight in our final show before Fallout presents Bloodbath.


Arik turns slightly to his right and grbas a computer monitor that was turned away from the camera, turning it towards the screen to show the Bloodbath 2020 logo.



The logo then switches to the graphic from last year’s first match.



ARIK HOLT: Last year, we started things off with John Nash Strader overcoming Pat The Postman, in a Hardcore Singles Match...just moments after Pat won the Costumer Contest as Barney the Dinosaur. Since then, John has moved on to other things, while Pat has been recouping from some slap-happy Proving Ground adventures.

The image on the monitor changes to the graphic from match two of Bloodbath 2020.



ARIK HOLT: We were then treated to Red Riot submitting to Contessa Floran in another Hardcore Singles match. Contessa dug deep into Red with some barbed wire, to get the victory. Now? Red Riot has rode off into the sunset after being an NPC in the Purge Match and Contessa is still licking her wounds after almost getting burned to death by Drago Santiago WAY back at March’s Wired Consequences.

Again the match graphic changes, this time to the third match of Bloodbath 2020.



ARIK HOLT: Next, in my kind of match, eight of the best up and coming stars of the time fought in a Rage In A Cage match to see who would contend next for the Warrior Rising Championship...where Sarah Roberts came out on top of a group of hungry competitors. But what have they been up to since then? Jay Vaughan and Johnny C were never were never seen in Project: Honor again. Legion made a couple more piss-poor showings. Indy Darling went on to have a lackluster career with a decent run with the X-Factor Championship. Caliban decided to change his name and fucked around as staff before a termination that took WAY too long. Sarah Roberts won the Warrior Rising Championship less than two weeks later...but then fizzled out and never made it to season two. And Alex Slayer? He at least made it to The Crowning before showing he was more of a dud than a stud.

Image change again.



ARIK HOLT: Another Hardcore Singles match graced our televisions next, well...it was supposed to. The Predator couldn’t handle his loss to Colton Saint in the prior show and became so distraught that he allowed himself to get manhandled in the back before his match. Predator never made an appearance on Project: Honor television again. As for Ryan Young? He would get his ass beat the very next show and disappear for almost a year, before coming back for Collision Course...which he promptly got stomped on by Antithesis and pinned by Tyson Sykes.

Another image change.




ARIK HOLT: Yet again, a plain-Jane Hardocre Singles match...pitting has-been Syndi- I mean Jacob Steele...up against a man who I might get fined for saying his name...but fuck it...Shawn Warstein. To no one’s surprise, Shawn went on to beat Jacob Steele and sent him off to greener pastures, as Jacob never was seen from again. As for Shawn? Yeah, he had a good career in Project: Honor, snatching up a couple titles, playing some people like he was their anesthesiologist, before Rock fired him for getting a little too big in his britches.

Arik leans forward and cups his left hand over the side of his mouth, whispering like he is trying to tell a secret.

ARIK HOLT: I guess some people aren’t intelligent enough to have a no-termination policy in their contract.

He winks at the camera and uncups the side of his mouth, before the image changes on his monitor to the headliner.



ARIK HOLT: In our Bloodbath Twenty-twenty headliner, we watched as Zane made a mockery of Colton Saint. And even though it was scheduled for the X-Factor Championship...Colton and Kimberly weaseled their way out of it. Colton would go on to lose four more matches, before being driven off in the trunk of a car...and Zane was the one driving the car. Neither of them would be seen again.

One final switch, to the Main Event of Bloodbath.




ARIK HOLT: And it what turned out to the ONLY Championship Title match of the night...we watched former Proving Ground great Grand Champion Dickie Watson, prove he can climb a ladder just a little bit better than MYOJIN. Dickie would go on to defend his title one more time before the new season...then lose it in his first Season Two defense against Mark Hunter. A little bit of up-and-down followed Dickie through Season Two, resulting in some time off...but following up his eight-and-one first season with a five-and-five second season got to Dickie a little bit too much and he decided to call it quits on his PH career. As for MYOJIN? That glamorous motherfucker is still kicking ass and breaking hearts over on Proving Ground.

Arik turns his monitor back around, away from the camera.

ARIK HOLT: And I bet you are all wondering, why the hell did I just show you all that...right? It’s because I wanted to show you what a Bloodbath is NOT supposed to look like. Seven matches, but only one title defense? Twenty competitors and only ONE is still standing in our company? That was Proving Ground’s attempt at throwing a hellashish shindig. Now? Now it’s Fallout’s turn. Now it’s MY turn.

Suddenly the lights in the room go out and we are left in total darkness...before a familiar red led mask appears in the darkness. It is the mask of Redd.

ARIK HOLT: Tonight...one by one...I will be releasing the matches to the viewing audience. One by one I will reveal what a TRUE Bloodbath would look like. None of these silly little so-called Hardcore matches. Bloodbath needs some bite. Bloodbath needs some bruises. Bloodbath needs some...well...blood. So without further adieu...let’s get on with tonight’s show.

The image of Arik Holt fades out.




Our television screen fades to show a live shot of fans outside of the United Supermarkets Arena in Lubbock, TX. 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. Angelo Caito stands in the ring, his back turned towards Guy.

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

Move to the next match and we see the large group of Arjen, Seede, Baker, and Quinn...standing menacingly just a few feet from McBride, Hixx, SWITCHBLXDE, and Hope. A pile of chairs and weapons are the only thing separating them.

#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 Havoc crouched down with Syndicate standing over him cracking his knuckles, not too far away from James Ranger and 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 Valkyrie holding her blood-stained Ascension Championship high into the air. Lesley Adora stands on one side of her, staring at the title, Slade Castle stands on the other side, rubbing his right wrist with his left hand.

#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 Fire & Ice without their Tag Team Titles, bickering at each other while Crash Rodriguez and Thorberg Aaronsson stare at them not too far away.

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

Finally the Main Event image. Savannah Sunshine is seen reaching her arm around her brother, Asher, but he pushes her away. The bright smile on her face turns into a frown as she side-steps away from him.

#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 ‘17 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 XIV: FAMILY TIES’

#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.







We open up inside the Arena and fans are standing as we open up on our announcers.

ALARA ADAMS: HELLO FALLOUT FANS! AND WELCOME TO FALLOUT FOURTEEN: FAMILY TIES!!! I am Alara Adams…

KAYDEN ELLIS: And I am Kayden Ellis. The show is already set to begin with our EIGHT competitors already in the ring!

We cut to the ring where we see Lazarus Arjen, Charon Seede, Graham Baker, and Ellie Quinn standing in the ring across from Bianca McBride, Latoya Hixx, SWITCHBLXDE, and Noah Hope.

DING! DING! DING!

The match started quickly and gruesomely as this became an all-out brawl. Arjen and Seede quickly took out Noah Hope and then honed in on SWITCHBLXDE. Meanwhile Ellie pointed her frustration at Bianca, taking her to the outside and using the barricades and ring apron as tools to give as much pain as possible. Given that they didn’t get to meet in the prior show’s Ascension Championship match, there was a lot of blood Ellie had to take. She quickly managed to bust Bianca open on the outside, after reaching under the ring and finding some well placed metal pipes - thank you Chadwick Bundy - and hitting The Crowning (Double Underhook Facebuster) on McBride.

Meanwhile Baker manhandled Hixx, sending her into ring post after ring post after ring post. When The Hoeski seemed dazed and out of it, Graham dragged her to the entrance ramp and bounced her from side to side. At one point Graham pulled Latoya up to the side, in front of a fan wearing a ‘Killjoy Club’ t-shirt and had said-fan hold Latoya’s arms out from behind. Graham stepped back and then charged forward, kicking his opponent square in the jaw with a Bastard Surprise (Running Bicycle Boot).

As we get back into the ring, we see SWITCHBLXDE had been taken out of commission and lay on his back in the corner, while Arjen and Seede circled the ring around a kneeling and pleading Noah Hope. The animalistic behavior of The Massacre took over as Seede pushed Noah onto his stomach and quickly applied a Boston Crab. Before he could tap out to the pain, Arjen rushed in and began curb stomping Noah’s head into the mat, completing the full maneuver known as Dark Harvest.

With blood beginning to pour from Noah’s mouth and obviously not with it enough to tap out, the ref quickly called for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners by way of ref stoppage...the team of LAZARUS ARJEN, CHARON SEEDE, GRAHAM BAKER, AND ELLLLIIIEE QUIIIIINNNNN!!!

Ellie slides into the ring and begins to yell at Noah as Arjen stomps the stomping and Seede lets go of the hold. Graham Baker gives a devilish smirk from the outside of the ring, watching as the three others berate the unconscious Noah Hope.










Back from the commercial break for IIW and we see Havoc and Syndicate standing at opposite turnbuckles, while James Ranger and Kagome Akaibara are talking, trying to formulate a plan.

DING! DING! DING!

Both Havoc and Syndicate launch forward at Steel & Venom, trying to tunnel their animosity for each other into Ranger and Akaibara. While both men want to win this match, there is still a little bit of bad blood after the August twelfth Fallout show, where Syndicate won his opportunity to fight for the Legacy Championship in a four-man match...and the July eighteenth Guts, Gold, & Glory PPV where we saw Havoc as the victor in a five-man elimination style Zookeeper Match. Syndicate makes a b-line for James Ranger, grabbing the Black Mamba and avoiding an attempt at locking up by him. With as much speed as he could muster, he zips around James and begins landing a few body shots and elbow’s to the side of the head to throw off Ranger. Quickly a dazed and confused James drops to one knee, before Syndicate sizes him up and delivers an Original Syn (Running knee strike) that puts Ranger down on his back.

Meanwhile, Havoc had no qualms unleashing hell and fury onto Kagome Akaibara. Without hesitation, Havoc ran up to Kagome and delivered a headbutt that sent Kagome stumbling back. With his opponent already reeling, Havoc lunged forward and caught Kagome with a knee to the midsection. She doubled over and before she could even take in a breath, Havoc grabbed her around the neck and lifted her into the air and SUPLEXED HER ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Kagome grabbed at her back as she bounced off and fell to the mat. Slowly, she pulled herself up to her knees but Havoc had been waiting the whole time. Unleashed his OWN running knee strike, the Dead Trigger, both Havoc and Syndicate stared at each other as their opponents lay crumbled on the mat. Eye’s locked with hatred, both men dropped down onto their opponent...the ref dropping down and counting BOTH pins for the Havoc/Syndicate victory.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners HAVOC and SYYYYNDIICCATEEEE!!!

Both men stand to their feet and stare each other down, Havoc keeping a creepy smile on his face. Syndicate slides out of the ring, but keeps the look locked as he walks backwards up the entrance ramp. As Syndicate finally breaks the look and turns around, he is greeted by Lara Chambers, Alexandra Kelly, and Dierdre Evans standing at the entrance way, mocking him. All three of them are sarcastically clapping for him. He bares his teeth and snarls at them, before blowing past the three of them and into the back. He isn’t interested in any member of the Fist of HYDRA, except for one: Elena DeDraca and her Legacy Championship.




We cut to backstage where we see Slade Castle preparing for his match later in the evening. However, his moment of temporary peace is quickly interrupted.

LESLEY ADORA: Hmm Mr. Castle - seems I've been seeing you a lot as of late.

Lesley Adora enters the scene, an obnoxious long white robe with dove feathers and rose petals flowing off his body. Lesley smiles smugly as Slade looks up, contemplating going on the defensive, but not deeming Adora worth the energy.

SLADE CASTLE: Hmph, definitely looks like we can’t seem to get away from each other. Week after week I come looking for a new challenge and I get saddled with you. Just stay outta my way if you don’t wanna get hurt, or end up taking another nap Adora…

Slade spits on the floor with disregard for his surroundings as he starts to lace up his boots. Adora brushes off the comments, still smiling at the grim-faced man. As Lesley approaches, Slade begins glare at him clearly wanting the exuberantly dressed man to leave him be. His wishes are obviously not met when Lesley takes the moment to continue talking with his coincidental rival.

LESLEY ADORA: I understand your hostility Slade, I truly do. I felt like you when I first joined Fallout. I went through a long period of time where I was facing competitors who, while I still looked to bring out the best in them, weren't up to the task. And I'll admit, you've seemingly had my number in the ring - I just can't seem to solve the puzzle that is Slade. But that's why I'm here, now. We keep getting put in each other's path and I don't think that's a negative, I think it's on purpose. I think The Light is attempting to show you that you are an incredible competitor - but that even being in the ring with myself makes you all the more incredible. The Light can help keep you elevated like this, brother, you just need to drop the facade. I understand that you've had a tough go of things, that your life hasn't been easy. But it can be - there can be so… so much more Slade.

Slade and Adora continue to lock eyes. Initially it looks as if Slade is about to attack Adora but then hesitates. Slade faces Adora directly, ready to speak his mind.

SLADE CASTLE: Adora, after our last couple outings. I’ve learned one thing about you. To be honest it’s not something I think you’re ready to hear. All this talk and bullshit I spew. I mean it. So don’t think twice about taking advantage of what I’m gonna say... I respect you. That’s earned, not given. Even with all this nonsense about the light which I don’t buy for a moment... maybe, only maybe, are you onto something. If you want to keep that respect though, I expect the very fuckin’ best. I will throw everything at you to keep you on the mat or in the ground. So why don’t you, me, and Valk, we go give them a show and burn this goddamn house down? See you out there.

Slade walks away to finish his preparations without Lesley’s Intrusive presence. Lesley looks confused for a moment, but then smiles smugly.

LESLEY ADORA: And I respect you Slade… and I respect you.

Cut back to ringside.




Coming back from Adora’s segment, we see all four men already in the ring. Julius and Pyro stand there sans Tag Team Titles, while Crash and Thorberg look unready for the contest.

DING! DING! DING!

Thorberg lunges forward, intent on doing damage...but is quickly pulled back by Crash Rodriguez, only missing “The Foot Fucking Master” by inches. Having avoided the jumping roundhouse kick thanks to Crash, Thorberg turns and nods at Rodriguez, only to watch Pyro burn his partner to a crisp...unleashing The Burning onto Crash. With a fireball to the face that certainly burned his eyebrows off, Crash dropped to the ground and grabbed his face in pain. Having just witnessed his partner get toasted, Thorberg turned his attention back to Fire & Ice...only to catch the full brunt of a Foot Fucking Crucifixtion, a jumping roundhouse kick from Fairweather and a Crucifixation KO by Pyro.

With both of their opponents laying on the ground, Fairweather pointed at Crash. Pyro walked over and rolled up Rodriguez, who was still covering his face, for the easy three count.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winners...JULIUS FAIRWEATHER...PYRO...FIRE AND IIIIICEEEE!!!

Pyro stands to his feet when suddenly the lights go out for a few seconds, before coming back on with a red hue. Surrounding the ring now, is about fifteen-to-twenty people dressed in red hoodies and green purge masks.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh shit…

The purge mask wearers charge into the ring and intend to unleash hell on Fire & Ice, but Julius and Pyro fight back hard. Fists are flying, kicks are soaring, and broken masks pieces begin to litter the ground. After a few moments, Julius and Pyro are the last two standing amongst a sea of fallen people.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t know why Arik sent out his little minions, but I think he just pissed off the wrong team!

With intent on their face, Julius and Pyro step over the bodies and slide out of the ring...heading up the ramp with every intention of finding the General Manager.




We cut to the back where we see Valkyrie walking through the halls, obviously on her way to her Ascension Championship Match. The Ascension Championship Title match is over her shoulder.

ARIK HOLT: VALKYRIE!

Valkyrie rolls her eyes hard and stops walking, turning around to see the Fallout General Manager walk up to her.

VALKYRIE: You have a lot of nerve, Holt. After that bullshit you pulled two weeks ago.

ARIK HOLT: I do apologize for that. Like I originally said, I know you are a woman who doesn’t want it easy and wants to prove by force, that she deserves what she has. With Savannah being a little...for a lack of a better word, cunt...I kept an eye on your match. The way you bowled through Quinn, Hixx, and McBride...I knew you would want something a little extra.

Valkyrie grabs her Ascension Championship and pulls it off her shoulder, holding it in Arik’s direction.

VALKYRIE: And I’m STILL the Ascension Champion. Even after you sent Angelo out there. And I’ll still be Ascension Champion after tonight...and after whatever crazy scheme you have in place for me at Bloodbath.

ARIK HOLT: Oh, I have no doubt. You make it through tonight and Bloodbath with that Championship, and you will be the longest reigning Ascension Champion Fallout has ever had. Already we’ve seen you pass the likes of Mason Destruction as Ascension Champion, Eli Atlas as Ascension Champion. Hell, you’ve held that title longer than Sarah Roberts held the Warrior Rising title over on the dull brand.

VALKYRIE: So are you going to continue your apologizing and groveling or are you going to let me get ready for my match?

ARIK HOLT: You see, that’s why I am here. I’ve already talked to Slade and Lesley and they know what’s going on. At Bloodbath, Slade already has a Noble Championship title shot against that putz Pyro and Lesley already has his own title shots lined up in his head. So why bother them with the Ascension right now and make things any murkier than they already are?

VALKYRIE: Just fucking get to it, bald-y.

ARIK HOLT: This will still be an Ascension Championship Title match...but instead of facing each other, you and the other two will team up in a three on three battle.

VALKYRIE: Against who?

ARIK HOLT: Rapture, El Puma, and Keno.

Valkyrie cocks her head to the side.

VALKYRIE: I thought you said you knew I didn’t want it easy?

ARIK HOLT: I have to let my Champ breathe every once in a while. Plus you’ve got big things happening at Bloodbath, with Angelo waiting for you...dangling his number one contender spot in front of you. Earlier tonight he got to let off some steam while facing Guy. Why not give you the same courtesy?

VALKYRIE: I still would like to prove myself against quality, but this will have to do. You better not pull any crazy shit like you did last time, Arik. Because if you do, I will march into the back and blood-eagle your creepy ass from the front of the Arena. Are we clear?

ARIK HOLT: Crystal!

Valkyrie turns and walks off, throwing the Ascension Championship back over her shoulder.











After the commercial for Kingdom Pro Wrestling, we cut back to inside the United Supermarkets Arena to find the six competitors in the ring. Rapture, El Puma, and Keno look unready as Valkyrie can be seen telling Lesley and Slade not to get in her way.

DING! DING! DING!

Valkyrie immediately launches forward and before Lesley or Slade can move, she has floored El Puma with a spear. Rapture charges at Adora, to get payback for a loss from May...but Lesley is having nothing of it. He grabs the charging Rapture and instead hip tosses him OVER the top rope to the outside mat. Climbing up onto the turnbuckle, Lesley raises his hands into the sky and closes his eyes before turning and doing a HIGH moonsault onto Rapture on the outside. Still in a little bit of pain from the landing, Lesley stands to his feet and flips Rapture over onto his back, grabbing his arm and stepping over it before putting Rapture in The White Gate (Haas of Pain).

Not looking to be left out of the fun, Slade Castle slowly walks up to the worried looking Keno, and lifts his hand up into a boxing stance. Keno slowly lifts his arms up in response, but Slade’s quick reflexes are nothing he was ready for. A couple hooks, a few straight right punches, and a headbutt or two in between leave Keno up against the ropes and wobbling. Slade steps back and then lunges forward, spinning and delivering Visions of Delusion (Spinning backfist) onto Keno sending him OVER the ropes and to the outside himself. Slade slides to the outside and pulls a semi-conscious Keno to his knees before locking in the Lights Out (Rear Naked Choke).

Meanwhile, in the ring...Valkyrie has El Puma busted open after multiple knees to the face and a MJOLNIR (Phenomenal Forearm off the top rope) that has busted El Puma’s eyebrow wide open. With El Puma laying on his stomach, barely moving, Valkyrie grabs his legs and gets in on the submission party by putting him in Fenrir’s Bite (Lion Tamer). Without hesitation, El Puma taps.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners...Lesley Adora, Slade Castle...AND STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION...VAAALLLKKYYRRRIIIIEEE!!!

The ref has to almost pull Valkyrie off of El Puma, before handing her the Ascension Title. She reaches down and smears the title across El Puma’s bloody forehead, adding to the stains already on the title.





We cut to the backstage area of the United Supermarkets Arena, where none other than the Los Angeles Outlaw, Syndicate, can be seen drying himself off with a white towel. Wearing nothing but his standard ring gear of blue jeans and gray Under Armour sneakers, Syndicate had just taken a shower to rinse himself off after his match against Steel & Venom. His long blonde hair hasn't been dried in the slightest, and to rectify this indignity, the Outlaw reaches for a nearby hair dryer, but before he can turn it on, a faint ringing noise can be heard from across the room.

SYNDICATE: What the...

He puts the hair dryer down and walks over to his gray duffel bag. Reaching inside, Syndicate pulls out his phone, where he notices an incoming call from an unknown number. He hesitates for a moment - Syndicate's car already has an extended warranty, of course - before tapping the "Answer" button and raising the phone to his ear.

?: Hello, Mr. Irvine.

The person doesn't say their name, but they don't need to. Syndicate immediately recognizes the deep, gravely voice of the caller as the stalker that approached him several weeks ago, while he was walking alone through the streets of Los Angeles. Since that day, his group - "The Triad", whatever that means - has been seemingly following the Los Angeles Outlaw's every move, going so far as to disguise themselves as Project: Honor backstage personnel. They even know his damn phone number now.

SYNDICATE: ...what the hell do you people want?

?: We wish to speak with you.

SYNDICATE: You're already speaking to me! Right now!

?: In person.

Syndicate pauses for a moment as he processes what the anonymous caller just said. He wants Syndicate, the Los Angeles Outlaw, to not only meet with a group of predatory stalkers, but do so willingly.

SYNDICATE: There is no...fucking...way that I'm going to let that happen.

?: We are not going to harm you.

SYNDICATE: Bullshit.

?: As we said when we first met, Mr. Irvine, there is no ruse here. We only wish to help. We only wish...to free your soul.

SYNDICATE: Yeah, yeah, "free my soul" - what the hell does that even mean?

?: You will soon find out. Meet us at the corner of San Vicente and Cynthia in Los Angeles. Come alone, with your mouth closed...and your mind open.

SYNDICATE: And if I don't?

?: Then I'm afraid we'll have to keep coming to you. How do you think Sophie would feel if we arrived at your house on Paseo Del Mar, Mr. Irvine?

The eyes of the Los Angeles Outlaw widen as he hears this. He wants absolutely nothing to do with these people, but if he were to say no to their request? Sophie could be in danger. His whole life could be in danger. Syndicate takes a moment to gather his thoughts, takes a deep breath, and responds.

SYNDICATE: ...when do you want me there?

?: Anytime will do. We'll know when you leave your home, and we'll know when you arrive at the location.

SYNDICATE: You sick fucks.

?: Oh, and by the way, I'd dry off your back a bit more...looks like you missed a spot.

Syndicate instinctively reaches for the small of his back, and the caller was right: it did need to be dried off.

SYNDICATE: How did you...

He frantically looks around the locker room, searching for a camera or recording device of some sort, but there's nothing to be found.

?: "Those who wander are not lost," Mr. Irvine. Good day.

The caller hangs up, leaving Syndicate standing alone in the middle of an otherwise empty locker room. However, before he can even have a single second to think things through, JJ Kline - dressed in his usual blue suit and red tie - bounds into the room and greets his client with a hearty smile.

JJ KLINE: Hey, bud! I just talked with Arik about your match with Elena, and -

SYNDICATE: We're getting the fuck outta here. NOW.

He slides his phone into his pocket, grabs his duffel bag by the shoulder strap, and rushes out the locker room door - pulling along JJ with him.

JJ KLINE: Alright, alright, you can let go of me!

The two can be heard bickering back-and-forth as they hastily leave the apparently compromised backstage area.

IN HONOR OF CANADIAN THANKSGIVING

Persephone Bane

vs.

Asher

CLARA OLSON: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is in honor of Canadian Thanksgiving…

Fans boo the mention of Canada.

#See this in 3D, all lights out for me
All lights out for me, lightning strikes the beach
Eighty degrees, warm it up for me
Finally free, found the God in me
And I want you to see, I can walk on water
Thousand miles from shore, I can float on the water
Father, hold me close, don't let me drown
I know you won't

As the beginning sounds of "Hurricane" plays throughout the arena, red lights swirl around the crowd as a single silhouette stands at the top of the ramp. ASHER stands with his feet shoulder width apart, hood on his head as the sleeveless hoodie clings to his body. As The Weeknd's lyrics soon come to an end, the arena lights come on and ASHER spins around to face the ring. He drops down with knees bent, head lowered as both hands come up to whip his hood off of his head with a flourish. In the same motion, he jumps up into the air as some pyro goes off on both sides of him.

CLARA OLSON: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... He is Your Favorite Wrestlers Favorite Rookie and Wrestling's Professional Asshole... ASHERRRRRRRRRRR!

As Lil Baby's verse comes around, he's already halfway down the ramp. He ignores the fans and plays with the mouth guard that rests against his top teeth. Climbing the steel steps, he stops halfway across the apron to wipe his boots. A swift shuffle of both boots before he shifts to swing one leg over the middle rope and then the other to step into the ring completely. Running over towards the ropes ahead of him, he bounces off of them before doing a roll into the center of the ring. Where he removes his hoodie and tosses it aside haphazardly. Mouth guard is properly popped back into place as he stands in one corner awaiting his Savannah.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent, weighing in at one-hundred and twenty-five pounds...SAVAN-...excuse me...PERSEPHONE...BAAAAANNNNEEE!!!

The lights in the arena go completely dark as a single purple spotlight shines at the top of the ramp. The beginning notes of "Juice" by Lizzo begins to play throughout the arena. At the top of the ramp, a silhouette can be seen. Facing away from the crowd, the figure poses with one hand on her hip and the other tossed into the air in a peace sign. The graphics on the titantron give way to who is beneath the spotlight as Lizzo's vocals kick in. As the lights finally kick on, Savannah spins around in a complete 360 with arms spread wide wearing a large grin as she dances along to the music. Making her way towards the ring, she reaches out to slap hands with some of the fans at ringside. Jean jacket vest covered in different pop culture/video game pins was worn atop her ring gear.

The fans are cheering loudly for her as she soaks it all in.

♫ Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Don't say it, 'cause I know I'm cute (ooh, baby).
Louis down to my drawers, LV all on my shoes (ooh, baby).
I be dripping so much sauce gotta been looking like ragù (ooh, baby).
Lit up like a crystal ball that's cool, baby, so is you.
That's how I roll. ♫

Hopping up onto the apron, one boot rests flat against the mat as she pulls herself to a vertical stance with aid from the ropes. Clinging onto the top rope, she inhales a gentle breath before pushing herself up with both hands as boots go into the air. Showing off a bit as she puts that Gymnastics background to use in a handstand vault over the top rope. Tucking and rolling until she pops up in the center of the ring. Peace sign is thrown up once again, except it's placed over her right eye, with palm facing outwards.

Jean jacket stripped from her body as she carefully tosses it to someone working ringside. Music slowly dying out as she moves to her own corner, warming up again as she stretches a bit. Keeping her gaze towards the entrance ramp as Lizzo's vocals fade.

♫ If I'm shining, everybody gonna shine (yeah, I'm goals).
I was born like this, don't even gotta try (now you know).
I'm like Chardonnay, get better over time (so you know).
Heard you say I'm not the baddest bitch, you lie.
It ain't my fault that I'm out here getting loose.
Gotta blame it on the Goose.
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby.
It ain't my fault that I'm out here making news.
I'm the pudding in the proof.
Gotta blame it on my juice. ♫

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: This should be an interesting match-up as General Manager Holt is intent on making these two suffer by beating on each other.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That bald-head bitch is just twisted.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Asher, we don’t have to do this!

ASHER: Yes, we do!

Asher slides out of the ring and throw the apron dressing up, pulling out a chair, a metal crutch, a wooden bat, and a roll of barbed wire...tossing them all into the ring.

ASHER: He just wants us to play his stupid games and then he’ll leave us alone.

He slides back into the ring, grabbing the metal crutch.

ASHER: So let’s just get this out of the way already. Get it over with and move on!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: He’s not going to stop, Asher. He’s just going to keep pushing and pushing. He’s just going to want more and more!

Asher charges towards Savannah, he throws her arms up. She closes her eyes and braces for impact, but gets nothing.

ASHER: I need you to fight me, sis.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No.

ASHER: FIGHT ME!!!

Asher comes down hard with the crutch, bending it over Savannah’s back.

ASHER: LET HER OUT AND FIGHT ME! GET THIS OVER WITH!

Asher he lifts the crutch up and comes down with it again, bending it more and dropping Savannah to a knee.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: No!

Asher tosses the crutch and walks over, grabbing the bat.

ASHER: I don’t want to be involved in these psycho games anymore than you do. But if he wants Persephone, just let her out.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Never! I will NEVER let her out again. Especially not in here with you!
ASHER: That is a shame. Seems like I will have to beat her out of you.

Asher turns and drives the butt end of the bat into the side of Savannah’s head, dropping her to the mat. With Savannah laying on her side, Asher lifts the bat into the air and brings it down hard onto her already sore back.

ASHER: JUST LET HER OUT!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I CAN’T!!!

He lifts the bat and brings it down again.

ASHER: PLEASE, SAVANNAH!!!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I dont want to…

One more time he lifts the bat high into the air.

ASHER: Then I am sorry for what I have to do.

Asher brings the bat down a final time, but this time Savannah reaches up and grabs the bat before it gets close to his target.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE/PERSEPHONE BANE: Me too.

Persephone kips-up, still holding the bat. With Asher still a little taken back, she slams the head of the bat into his nose, instantly causing it to start bleeding. Asher lets go of the bat and runs backwards, bouncing off the ropes. He comes flying back and tries to hit a clothesline on Persephone...but she ducks under it. Asher manages to catch his footing and turns around, only to catch the roll of barbed wire in the face...AND AN ENZIGURI INTO THE BARBED WIRE, CUTTING INTO ASHER’S SKIN!!!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!!!

Asher stumbles back and drops to a knee, blood running down the side of his face onto the mat.

PERSEPHONE BANE: You wanted me? WELL HERE I AM!!!

Persephone takes the trash can, turns it over and puts it over Asher’s head, before unleashing a Jawbreaker (Spinning heel kick) into the side of the can. Asher tips over and hits the mat, the bent trash can clattering off of his head. Persephone grabs the barbed wire and tosses it onto the chest of Asher. With a head of steam, she runs and hops over him...jumping up onto the middle rope...HUGE MOONSAULT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE AND DRIVING IT INTO THE ABDOMEN OF ASHER!!!! SHE HOOKS THE LEG!!!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner...SAV-PERSEPHONE BANE!!!

Persephone stands to her feet, wobbles for a moment then blinks rapidly.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: OH MY GOD, ASHER!!!

Savannah drops down and cups her brother’s face.

Then the lights dim to a red hue.

KAYDEN ELLIS: FUCK!!!

“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 walks out onto the entrance ramp dressed in a pair of dark green dress pants and a green t-shirt with red letters that reads “Fallout Bloodbath: Halloween 2021”, a smile on his face. He waves his hand in the air as his music fades away. He begins to walk down the entrance ramp, lifting a microphone up to his face as he walks.

ARIK HOLT: Now THAT's what I wanted to see. The blood, the pain...the suffering…

Arik walks up the stairs and finds his way into the ring through the middle rope.

ARIK HOLT: The look of sadness on your face, Savannah. It’s priceless. After you thought you one-upped me last week by boycotting your match. After Asher thought he gave it to me raw, interfering with Caito trying to beat Valkyrie. You all thought you outsmarted me, didn’t you?

He crouches down as Savannah tries her best not to look at him.

ARIK HOLT: Now who is laughing? Who is crying? WHO IS AT HOME WATCHING ALL OF THIS HAPPEN, BECAUSE THEY WERE TOO MUCH OF A TWAT-WAFFLE TO MAN UP AND DEAL WITH THIS SHIT???

“Take It Out On Me” by Thousand Foot hits and Angelo breaks up Arik’s screaming session as he walks out of the back and continues walking down the ramp. Arik stands up as he watches Caito slide into the ring and jump to his feet. Within seconds, he walks over and snatches the microphone from Arik. His music quickly fades out.

ANGELO CAITO: I want to make something perfectly clear to you, Holt. To you, to Valkyrie, to Asher...if he can hear me. I am NOBODY’S pawn. You want to use me to try to make Valkyrie enjoy her match more? Fine by me, but don’t expect me to just let her win. Don’t expect me to just play fucking marbles and give her the last one so that she can walk away the victor. DON’T EXPECT ME TO-

"Burn MF" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the fans pop loudly as Julius Fairweather and Pyro come walking out of the back.

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like they're finally going to catch the boss for what happened earlier.

They climb up onto the apron and step over the ropes, into the ring. Instantly Julius is tossed a microphone by Clara from the outside.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: My apologies for interrupting your little ‘oh woe is me’ speech there, Tiny Tim, but the big boys have stuff to talk about.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Angelo takes a deep breath and tries to calm down.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You see, while I can’t pick on this Powder-looking motherfucker because of his beautiful baldness, I can get on his motherfucking case for the shit he tried to pull earlier. Your little pack of masked hyenas didn’t do exactly what you wanted, did they Arik?

While all of this was going on, Arik had stepped out of the ring and is now standing on the apron with a new microphone.

ARIK HOLT: That’s where you are wrong, Julius. I have been planning out my steps WELL in advance. That’s how I got Rock Johnson and DeMarco to eat from my hand. That’s how I set everything up to kick DeMarco to the curb where he belongs. And that is how I have every one of you in the ring right now, that I want.

Julius, Pyro, Angelo, and a now standing Savannah, look around at each other.

ARIK HOLT: Do you think I just do the things I do without a plan in place? Do you think I’m stupid enough to just set myself up to get punked out at the end of MY show?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Well I do think you’re fucking stupid.

ARIK HOLT: And that’s your biggest mistake, Julius. You don’t have faith in my intelligence. You, most of the Fallout locker room, most of Project Honor...fuck, most of THE WORLD...they are so self-righteous and self-centered. You see, we live in a society that only appreciates popular, attractive, or aesthetically pleasing people, places, and things.

ANGELO CAITO: Yeah, we all saw you post that shit on your twitter account last week.

If dirty looks could kill, Arik would chalk up his second murder.

ARIK HOLT: You don’t fall behind the large religions of the world and honor Old Gods? You are looked down upon. You want to fight in the back streets for a living to earn your next meal? You are looked down upon. Hell, if you just want to cause destruction and just pure chaos, they look down upon you. And worst of all, if you are different...if you have a mental condition that causes you to not be like prim-and-proper Ken and Barbie...you are looked at like you are the scum of the earth.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: We all know you’re not right in the head, Arik. But we can get you some help.

ARIK HOLT: The time for YOUR society to help me, has long passed Savannah. It’s time for me to help myself. It’s time for me to find those like me, who want to show this fake world what a TRUE SOCIETY looks like.

The lights, all at once, cut out for a second...then come back up. Five masked people stand in the ring surrounding Fairweather, Pyro, Caito, Savannah, and a now barely awake Asher. Each of them has on a green purge mask and a red hoodie.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: So you watched what Pyro and I did to your motherfucking little pack earlier...and now you want to unleash even LESS of these fuckers on MORE of us? ‘The fuck is wrong with you?

ARIK HOLT: Oh no, Julius. That move earlier? Was just a set-up. You see, I did something that even Drago Santiago couldn’t do.

Pyro has had enough of it and charges the closest one of the purge mask wearers. He spins and unleashes The Pyro Massacre (swift roundhouse kick)...but the mask wearer grabs his foot in the air before it connects. They throw Pyro’s foot down, causing him to bend forward slightly. The masked individual quickly grabs Pyro around the neck, lifts him into the air...SINGLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE DENTED TRASH CAN!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait...I’ve seen that move before…

ALARA ADAMS: Pyro’s neck looked like it folded like an accordion!!!

Immediately the other mask wears each grab Caito, Sunshine, Asher, and Fairweather and since they are still all caught off guard...throw them over the top ropes to the outside of the ring.

ARIK HOLT: I FORMED AN UNION THAT WILL NOT CRUMBLE AT THE FIRST SIGN OF RESISTANCE!

Arik steps back into the ring as the four wrestlers on the outside all join together at the bottom of the entrance. Julius quickly runs forward and tries to reach in to grab Pyro, only to have to pull away from almost getting his hand stomped on.

ARIK HOLT: I found others, who even if they don’t trust me or each other, realise that this world needs to change. They see the need for chaos and destruction. They see a need for a TRUE SOCIETY!!!

With the name out there, the five masked members standing between Arik and a fallen Pyro, rip off their masks.

KAYDEN ELLIS: HO-

ALARA ADAMS: LY-

ALARA ADAMS & KAYDEN ELLIS: SHIT!

Valkyrie, the Ascension Champion, a non-Christian stuck in a Christian world.

Slade Castle, a man forced to brutally fight to make a living in a world that frowns on it.

Lesley Adora, a man that just wants to share the Light to a world that shuns him.

Graham Baker, a man who just wants violence in a world who wants peace.

Havoc, a man with demons in a world that makes him feel inferior for it.

Arik laughs as the five members of True Society stare down at the others, Julius’ eyes darting back and forth between his attackers and his still-not-moving partner.

The camera’s hang on the scene for a moment...not another word from our hosts.

Fade to PH logo.