FALLOUT presents BLOODBATH II Results

NICK DANGER vs. BILLY BENNETT vs REMI SKYFIRE
Nick Danger and BIlly Bennett put on a show for those early enough to see it before the main PPV started. Nick was quick to toss Remi out of the ring, with her hitting her head on the outside and being a non-factor for much of the match. After a lengthy battle between Nick and Billy, Billy hit a ‘Deadfall’ (Tornado Spinning DDT) off the apron, onto Nick Danger, through a table on the outside. As Bennett stood to her feet to assess the damage, she noticed Remi starting to charge. Cottonmouth took ahold of the situation and caught Skyfire with a broken table piece to the gut and then dropped her with a ‘Deep Marsh’ (Rolling Cutter) before dropping onto her for the three count.
WINNER: BILLY BENNETT VIA PINFALL (7:17)





Slowly our scene comes into view. We find ourselves in Las Vegas, Nevada...specifically the MGM Grand Garden Arena. It is Saturday, the night before Fallout plans to present Bloodbath II. We see three cars pull up to the back door and slow down to a stop. The first car door flies open and we see it is Project: Honor newcomer, Remi Skyfire. She nods her head up and down, admiring the bright lights that hang above her and the ‘Welcome to Bloodbath done right’ sign that General Manager Arik Holt had made and hung above the talent entrance.

The second car door opens and we see Billy Bennett step out of the back. Remi and Billy shoot each other a dirty look, before Remi grabs her bags from the now open trunk of the vehicle she stepped out of and made a b-line for the Arena door. Without a word being said, she entered the door and shut it behind her.

Billy grabbed her bags from the backseat and shut the door to her Uber, watching as Remi’s ride pulled away. With the dirty look still on her face, she turned and looked at the car behind her own. The driver’s side door was wide open, but no one was around the car and no one had stepped out of the back yet. An inquisitive look on her face, she walked slowly to the back door of the Uber car and opened...only to have the lifeless, bloody body of Nick Danger fall out onto the ground. Dropping her bag, Billy took a step back...more as not to get Nick’s blood on her, rather than being taken back by his cold body. But Billy had slammed into something behind her. With that dirty look returning, she turned around...only to have to lift her head to look at the man in a blue jumpsuit and white William Shatner mask. Before she could make a noise, a knife pierced into her abdomen and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. As the bloody knife came out, the lifeless body of Billy Bennett fell to the ground.

The creaking noise of the back door sounded out as Remi Skyfire stepped out it, her eyes looking on the ground as if she dropped something while going in earlier. She took a few steps before looking up, only to catch the blade of the knife across her throat. No scream, only a gurgle escaped her lips as she dropped to her knees...then fully onto the ground as her blood painted the sidewalk a crimson red.

We cut to the inside of the arena and we see the man formerly known as Thorberg Aaronsson, now known as Cain Sinclair. He can be seen watching Remi leave the backdoor, before he turns and starts walking down the hall.

CAIN SINCLAIR: ‘Bout time we start getting some good lookin’ females around here. I was starting to think Rock Johnson was going to leave us stranded with fugglies like Hoeski and Valkyrie.

Cain smirked and started to laugh to himself, before turning the corner. But his chuckle is short lived as he catches a fire extinguisher to the face...dropping him to the ground. With teeth and blood pouring from his mouth, Cain only has a second to see the Michael Myers-esque killer standing above him, before the extinguisher comes down again...and again...and again...then one more time for good measure.

SWITCHBLXDE: YO! WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THAT NOISE?

SWITCHBLXDE walked into the room, only to see the killer rise up and turn. Confused and in shock, SWITCH couldn’t take his eyes away from Cain’s body. Finally he lifted his head, only for it to be too late. The killer jammed the hose into SWITCHBLXDE’s mouth and pulled the trigger, causing the spray to be ingested by the Fallout roster member. SWITCH’s eyes widened as he tried to get away, but the killer grabbed his head and jammed the hose deeper. SWITCHBLXDE dropped to the ground, trying to fight off the hose...but eventually it was a losing battle. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his chest sank one last time.

Meanwhile, Thanatos had cornered Kayden Ellis in the next hall over.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Listen, I didn’t mean to bump into you man. I was walking down the hall and then sudde-

Kayden stopped talking to the angry looking Thanatos, before looking down and seeing a large knife protruding from his chest. Thanatos stepped back, a little confused as to what was going on since Kayden’s back was against the wall. Then in a flash, the knife pulled back through Kayden’s chest and he slumped to the ground, revealing a hole in the wall in which the large knife came from. Thanatos bent down and closed one eye to look at the hole, before the knife came flying out again. Although he was able to back away before the intended damage was done, the knife still caught and blinded Thanatos in that eye. The big man fell back onto his rear, grabbing at his bleeding eye. Just as if his whole demeanor was changing and Anax was being released, the large killer in the blue jumpsuit busted through the wall and drove the large knife directly in between the eyes of Thanatos.

ALARA ADAMS: Hey Kayden, you ready for thi-

Alara Adams stopped dead as she turned the corner and saw the bodies laying motionless on the ground. But, there was no one around.

ALARA ADAMS: The fuck has Arik Holt gotten us into now?

Alara turned around to the direction she had come from, only to see the now lifeless body of Bianca McBride on the floor.

EARL BOYDE: HEY BO-

Alara watched as Earl’s body dropped onto Bianca’s. Then quickly a lifeless Latoya Hixx came flying into the scene, falling onto the floor next to them.

ALARA ADAMS: Okay...what...what is going on?

Alara looked down the hallway to her left, only to see Ellie Quinn, Slade Castle, and Savannah Sunshine...all laying in a pile on the floor.

ALARA ADAMS: ...okay...who fucked with my stash? This can NOT be real. I think I need a drink.

Alara turned and walked off as the white Michael Myers mask watched her from behind a corner. After she got far enough away, the killer left his hiding spot and started walking in her direction.

Moments later, Alara passed by two members of True Society, Lesley Adora and Graham Baker. Both of them were talking to each other about their upcoming Tag Team Titles match...but stopped as Alara breezed by.

LESLEY ADORA: Alara, beautiful, how can you walk past so effortlessly without even a kind hello?

ALARA ADAMS: This girl needs a tall drink!

Graham smirked and watched Alara walk away, obviously the idea of a stiff drink intrigued him as well.

GRAHAM BAKER: Sounds like somethin’ I might hav’ to get myself when we rip those titles from Fairweather’s broken fingers. You into that kind of thing, Lesley?

No answer.

GRAHAM BAKER: So the Light doesn’ let you partake in loose women and hard liquo-

Graham Baker turned around to see Lesley laying on the floor, his head completely twisted around, the bones obviously broken.

GRAHAM BAKER: What the bloody hell?

Graham looked up, only to be instantly met with a hand to the face. Without time to catch himself, the killer pushed Baker up against the wall and repeatedly began to bash his head into it. With blood beginning to splatter and the wall starting to crumble, the killer turned Graham around and slammed his face into the wall, finally putting his head into it. His whole body slumped as blood ran down the wall forming a pool at his limp feet.

We cut back to Alara Adams, who made it down the hall to a room that was labeled ‘Fallout Staff Only’ and opened the door. Sitting inside the room were Timothy Daniels, Alyssa Nguyen, and Clara Olson. Clara and Alyssa were sitting on each side of Timothy, all of them sipping from their own drinks. The two women were chattering away to each other, talking over Timothy who just had a shit-eating grin on his face.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: OH, Alara! Didn’t expect to see you here. Would you care to join us?

ALARA ADAMS: Nope! Mama is trippin’ balls and needs to either drink away her hallucinations or drink enough to make them more pleasurable.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Well if pleasure is what you want…

ALARA ADAMS: Can it, Tiny Tim. Mama doesn’t need that Vienna sausage tonight. She needs…

Alara had stopped and was looking at the large variety of alcohol the staff were provided, before eyeing up the large unopened bottle of Jim Beam Devil’s Cut.

ALARA ADAMS: ...this!

She grabbed the bottle and without looking at the eventual three way, made her way out of the room...shutting the light off as she left, just to fuck with them a little.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: COME ON, ALARA! You’re ruining the mood!

The lights flicked back on and we see Timothy at the light switch.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: Okay, let’s start this-

Timothy turned around, only to see Alyssa and Clara sitting on the couch, their throats slit wide open.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: What the hell?

A shattering noise echoed through the room, causing Timothy to turn to the right just in time to catch the top of a broken bottle to the throat. He reached for the embedded bottle in pain, as blood poured out of the top like it was pouring a drink. He dropped to his knees, then to the floor as blood continue to pour out of the bottle top. The Michael-Myers-esque killer stepped over his body and opened the door to the room, only to see Julius Fairweather standing at the door.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Timothy, I think you’re taking this motherfucking Halloween thing a little too fa-

Julius stopped talking as his eyes wandered and saw Alyssa and Clara dead on the couch and Timothy’s body in a pool of his own blood on the floor. He slowly lifted his eyes back up to the white William Shatner mask.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Motherfucker.

In the blink of an eye, the killer slammed his hands on each side of Julius’ head. The blood that splattered, covered the camera lens enough that we lost sight of what happened. But the thud noise was indication of Julius’ body dropping to the ground.

Our scene cuts to show the Prime Champion, Jason Long, with the Prime Championship Belt over his shoulder. He is walking through the halls, with a concerned look on his face. He stopped and got in the face of Chadwick Bundy, Fallout’s Weapons Placement Manager.

JASON LONG: Hey Chad, have you seen Savannah lately? I wanted to talk to her before her match.

Chadwick looked up from his clipboard and shook his head slowly.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Nope, sorry Champ. To be honest, with the show starting soon...I honestly haven’t seen much of anyone.

JASON LONG: Thanks anyway.

CHADWICK BUNDY: No problem. Good luck tonight.

Jason nods and turns, slowly walking down the hall. He stopped and pulled out his cell phone, hit a few numbers, then lifted it up to his ear. The phone rang a couple seconds before the usual line hit.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You’ve reached the voicemail of the Candyland Queen! Whisper me a sweet nothing and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!

Without leaving a message, Jason hangs up the phone and shoves it back into his pocket. He was just about to walk away, when Chadwick tapped on his shoulder.

JASON LONG: Did you find her, Chadw-

Jason turned, only to see the killer holding Chadwick’s dismembered arm. With no time to react, the killer slapped Jason in the face with Bundy’s torn-off limb, catching the Champ off guard. Before Long could get his wits, the killer pulled out a machete from inside his jumpsuit, lunged forward, and finished the job that Redd could not, piercing the machete into Jason Long’s chest. With the light leaving Jason’s eyes, the killer pushed his body off the machete and watched as the Champ and Prime Title fell to the floor.

Before the killer could look up from the motionless Champ, a hand reached out and picked up the Prime Championship Title. As the killer lifted his head, he was met with the Prime Title to the head, knocking him back a bit. The killer finally was able to see his own assailant, Havoc.

HAVOC: How DARE these wanna-bes try and take away something that is so clearly mine.

Havoc turned and looked down at Jason Long.

HAVOC: It is my calling to end this charlatan, this FAKE King. And how TACKY of you…

Havoc looks over his shoulder at the killer, who is now standing up right.

HAVOC: ...trying to accomplish it behind a mask...on Halloween.

Havoc turns back towards the fallen Champ.

HAVOC: I wanted to watch his eyes as he realized it was ME who ended him. I wanted to watch the concern on his face as he finally understood exactly who it was who dethroned him and took his paper crown. The one true king...the Nightmare King.

The killer grabbed Havoc and spun him around, swinging the machete at him. But Havoc dodged the attack and charged forward, spearing the killer THROUGH the wall and into the office of Arik Holt. They both slammed into Arik’s desk, startling the General Manager as they both stayed on their feet.

ARIK HOLT: ‘The hell?

Arik stood from his desk chair as the killer grabbed Havoc around the neck and with a sharp lifting motion, a snapping noise echoed through the room.

ARIK HOLT: Who the fuck are you?

The killer dropped Havoc’s lifeless body to the ground and turned around, gripping his machete. Arik, seeing the large bloody machete, lifted his hands up.

ARIK HOLT: Woah there, big guy. Listen, we can talk. What do you want? I can get you anything.

The killer lifted the machete into the air and brought it down, splitting Arik’s bald head right down the middle. With blood running from where the machete was embedded in his head, Arik fell forward onto his desk. The killer began to pull his machete out of Holt’s head as the door to his office opened.

ALARA ADAMS: Hey boss, I think I need the night off…

Alara stopped dead, looking at the killer...then to Arik’s body...then to Havoc’s body...then through the hole in the wall and the large amounts of blood on the outside floor...then finally back to the killer.

ALARA ADAMS: I may need more than the night off.

Alara turned to run, but the killer lunged forward and grabbed her hair...yanking her backward. With a hard thud, Alara hit the floor, dropping her almost empty whiskey bottle.

ALARA ADAMS: FUCK! ALCOHOL ABUSE!!!

She watched as the killer raised the blade into the air and quickly brought it down. But before it could hit her, it was stopped by a barbed-wire baseball bat. Alara’s eyes darted over to see the British Raven, Elena DeDraca, holding the bat. With a quick lift, Elena cut the killer under the chin with the baseball bat. As she pulled the bat away, the barbed wire caught the mask and ripped it off, revealing the killer to be Syndicate the whole time.

SYNDICATE: I said long ago, that I would tear through the roster to get my shot at you, Elena. Welcome to the Syn-

ELENA DeDRACA: Just shut up! We all know, welcome to the Syndicate.

Syndicate gripped his machete tightly.

ELENA DeDRACA: And I will treat you just like everyone else who tried to take me out, without a bit of remorse. So, you are welcome!

Elena pulled back the bat and swung as Syndicate swung his own machete. The moment the two met, the screen goes black and the words ‘Project: Honor Presents - A Fallout Brand Event’ onto the screen and the drums of “This Is Halloween” by Marilyn Manson began playing in the background.

#Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween

We cut to the first match of the night. Cain Sinclair versus SWITCHBLXDE versus Thanatos. All three men are standing around a campfire that has a few pumpkins next to it. Lightning strikes in the background and suddenly the three of them are standing in a Boiler Room. The words ‘Boiler Room Match’ appears scratched into a pipe above them.


#This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

We cut to the second match of the night. Earl Boyde, Bianca McBride, and Latoya Hixx all stand around the same fire and pumpkins. The lightning bolt strikes again and the campfire goes out showing the woods behind them. The words ‘Gatekeeper Championship War In The Woods Match’ appears above their heads, formed together by bare branches.

#This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat 'til the neighbors gonna die of fright

Another cut and we see Slade Castle, Ellie Quinn, and Savannah Sunshine standing around the campfire. The bolt of lightning flashes and suddenly all three of them are in the wrestling ring and the words ‘Noble Championship Say It Match’ hangs above them by a string.

#It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween

Once more we cut to a new group, this time it’s Julius Fairweather standing across the campfire from True Society’s Graham Baker and Lesley Adora. The lightning strikes and all three of them are standing in a high school gymnasium. A shadowy figure has appeared next to Julius and the words ‘Project: Honor Tag Team Championship School Gymnasium Match’ are scrolled out on the gym wall in craft paper.

#I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

Cut to the next match, where we see Valkyrie snarling over the fire at her opponents, Angelo Caito and Asher. The sky fills with lightning and suddenly we find all three of them on the Tara Fenix Cruise with the words ‘Ascension Championship High Seas Match’ painted on the side of the boat above them.

#I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

Next we see Jason Long, Julius Fairweather, and Havoc standing around the campfire. Havoc stomps on one of the pumpkins, smashing it, at the same time the lightning flashes in the background. They quickly find themselves in a Motel Parking Lot. The words ‘Prime Championship Motel Parking Lot Brawl Match’ light up on the Motel sign, before the ‘o’ in the word Championship flickers and goes out.

#This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Now the final match of the night as we see Elena DeDraca and Syndicate standing on opposite sides of the fire, when the lightning lights up their surroundings. Suddenly they find themselves in an empty hallway of an abandoned hotel. The words ‘Project: Honor Legacy Championship Abandoned Hotel Match’ are written in red on the wall above the door between them, almost as if they were painted on the wall by fingers.

#Halloween, Halloween
Halloween, Halloween

On the final syllable, an axe crashes through the door between Elena and Syndicate. The axe pulls back and then crashes even more through the door before pulling back again. Suddenly the face of Fallout General Manager Arik Holt pears out through the hole.

ARIK HOLT: Heeeeerrrreeee’ssss BLOODBATH!!!

The scene fades to the Bloodbath II poster/logo.







We get our first full glimpse of the crowd inside the MGM Grand Garden Arena as we see fans holding up all sorts of signs:

“FOOL’S SOCIETY”
“PYRO’S ACCORDION SHOP”
“I WANT TO PLAY PATTY CAKE WITH ELENA”
“HALLOWEEN + NO RAPTURE = RIP OFF”
“WHERE’S MY PURSE AND PHONE, BANE?”

ALARA ADAMS: HELLO FOLKS!!!

The wandering camera finally stops and zooms in on our announcers for the night. Dressed in a dark red dress, is Alara Adams. And dressed in a ‘Bloodbath: Fallout Does It Better’ t-shirt from a vendor stand, is Kayden Ellis.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And welcome to Fallout Presents: Bloodba-

Before he could finish his sentence, the lights in the arena dim down to a red hue.

ALARA ADAMS: ...great…

“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, with a white foam neck brace wrapped around his neck, walks out of the entrance ramp to a LOUD chorus of boos from the MGM Grand Garden Arena crowd. He waves to the crowd with a smile on his face as he walks over to a podium sitting on the ramp. His music dies down and the lights turn back to normal as he taps the microphone on the podium, causing slight thumping to echo through the arena.

ARIK HOLT: So, can anyone guess who I came dressed as tonight?

CROWD: FUCK-YOU-AR-IK!

*Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*

CROWD: FUCK-YOU-AR-IK!

*Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*

ARIK HOLT: Oh you folks from Sin City are just TOO damn kind. Tonight, I come to you dressed as everyone’s favorite newly-retired wrestler...PYRO!!!

Arik laughs as the fans unleash more jeering down onto him.

ARIK HOLT: But enough about me. Tonight, we wanted to host the Second Annual Bloodbath Halloween Costume Contest! Last year, we all saw Pat The Postman win as Barney the Dinosaur. SO, let’s see what we have this year!!!

All the lights turn off, except for the light shining down on Arik’s podium and the teletron.

ARIK HOLT: ENTRY NUMBER ONE...coming to us from the woods…

The teletron shows a live image of Foghorn Leghorn, holding the Gatekeper Championship tightly.

ARIK HOLT: EARL BOYDE!!!

Fans cheer for a fan favorite.

ARIK HOLT: Next up, entry number two, coming to us from the Tara Fenix Charity Cruise…

The teletron switches over to the cruise, where we see Ghostface standing in an open area. He twirls the knife around once and slashes at the monitor.

ARIK HOLT: ANGELO CAITO!!!

Fans pop for another favorite.

ARIK HOLT: You can cheer for him now, but he is about to get his ass handed to him by Valkyrie. So...yeah...cheer for him while you can.

Obviously pissed at the comment, the fans boo and Angelo can be seen pushing the camera away. The live feed cuts out.

ARIK HOLT: Anyway...our third entry of the night, coming to us front he abandoned Fountainebleau Las Vegas…

Alive again, the teletron shows us an image of Coffin Comic’s own Lady Death, but a more modern version.

ARIK HOLT: ELENA DeDRACA!!!

Fans give a mixture of cheers and boos, as Elena’s demeanor has really changed lately...and not to the lighter side.

ARIK HOLT: Our fourth entrant…

Cutting away from the abandoned hotel, we find ourselves in a Motel Parking Lot. Standing there in all his glory, is Afro Samurai.

ARIK HOLT: Some schmutz named Julius Fairweather.

Fans explode, cheering for one of the two Prime Championship favorites later in the night.

ARIK HOLT: Yeah, again...cheer for him now. Havoc will be the one laughing last...as will Baker and Adora.

The teletron cuts out as Arik Holt rips off his neck brace and tosses it into the nearby crowd. As he walks away, the neck brace can be seen flying back at him...obviously thrown from a disgruntled fan.

ARIK HOLT: And our last two entrants of the night, already duked it out for you fine people who paid money to be here and aren’t mooching off of someone else who paid for this pay-per-view and all you brought to their viewing party was a back of ninety-nine cent buns. FIRST UP…

Arik stops walking as a spotlight kicks on beside him. Standing there is the character Monokuma. Well...someone dressed in a hooded onesie as Monokuma.

ARIK HOLT: The WINNER of tonight’s earlier match...Billy Bennett.

The fans begin to boo, knowing Bennett’s history. She responds by sneering at them all. Arik walks across the entrance way, to the other side of the entrance and a second spotlight kicks on. Standing there is a perfect replica of Dante from Devil May Cry.

ARIK HOLT: Our runner-up from the earlier match...Nick Danger!!!

The fans boo again. Their heart is set on someone from the video package.

ARIK HOLT: So there are our contests folks. AND THE WINNER IS…

RATMAN: WAIT!!!

Arik, Billy, and Nick all turn toward the entrance way as a large light illuminates the whole entrance platform. We see Proving Ground’s Percival Burque run out of the back, dressed in a white chef coat and a white chef hat. He is breathing a little heavy.

ARIK HOLT: Percival? I mean, I know I offered for anyone on Proving Ground to show up...but I didn’t hear back so I assumed you fuckers just were too stuck up as usual.

RATMAN: I told Indy…*deep breath*...to let you know…*deep breath*...I was coming.

ARIK HOLT: Well, he and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms. So, what are you dressed as? Gordon Ramsey? Paul Hollywood? The insufferable Serrano Poblano?

RATMAN: No…

Percival stands up straight.

RATMAN: Alfredo Linguini.

ARIK HOLT: You came dressed as a pasta dish?

RATMAN: No, Alfredo Linguini. He’s from the Disney movie Ratatouille.

Arik smirks and chuckles to himself.

ARIK HOLT: I would think someone like you would come out as the Ninja Turtles Rat King...but this makes sense too. Do you have a little stuffed mouse under your chef hat?

Arik grabs Percival’s hat and slowly begins to lift it.

RATMAN: No, I don’t.

ARIK HOLT: Pit-

Arik stops talking as his eyes widen.

RATMAN: I have Papercut under there.

Dropping the hat on the ground, Arik stumbles back and falls flat on his but as Papercut, Percival’s rat companion, stands on Percival’s head.

ARIK HOLT: JESUS FUCKIN’ CHRIST!!! GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE!!!

RATMAN: But do you like my costume?

ARIK HOLT: Get...it...OUT OF HERE!!!

RATMAN: Do I win?

ARIK HOLT: YES!!! JUST FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY...GET THAT DISGUSTING CREATURE OUT OF MY BUILDING!!!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, THE WINNER OF THE BLOODBATH TWO HALLOWEEN COSTUME CONTEST...PERCIVAL...BURQUE!!!!

Percival lifts his hands into the air in victory, as does Papercut. The fans cheer as some stagehands come out and usher Percival and Papercut into the back to claim his trophy and other winnings.




Thunder cracks.

The sky - very briefly - illuminates with a white flash.

The grim signs of a heavy storm quickly approaching. A brisk wind blows, unsettling the fallen leaves from the dead trees on the property of this very old, very abandoned hotel - seemingly - in the middle of nowhere. The outside of the hotel is weathered, aged, and in desperate need of repair - but whomever once held ownership of this property left it to die ages ago. Windows were either broken out from the elements, or vandalism or were boarded up entirely. The front doors, once grand and extravagant - ones that would lead you into a luxurious getaway far from the norms of everyday life, were now a stark reminder that sooner or later, everything dies. The paint was faded, chipped in various places down to the natural wood of the door that was molded and rotting out. Those doors, though, that were once locked and even barricaded shut - were now open. The barricade, a simple long beam of wood that was nailed to the door frames in order to block access, was laying on the ground. The locks were picked or forced open and the doors were left wide open.

An invitation.

Inside of this abandoned hotel, memories of laughter, fun, romance and whatever other good feelings you could imagine - were also met with more haunting, tragic stories that you could only imagine. No horror author could pen the words that could describe events that happened. But those stories? Those were for another time. Right now, there was a reason we were here and it wasn’t a Halloween ghost hunt. There was one thing that was very - very - out of place in this entire environment. It wasn’t the thick layers of dust that covered everything. It wasn’t the spiderwebs that were in the corners, on the spindles of the staircase, on the - once - brilliant gold and crystal chandelier. It was the recently polished, glistening gold Project Honor Legacy Championship that was hooked on the ball top handrail that began the bannister of the grand staircase that would lead visitors to the upstairs area.

That - The Legacy Championship - became our focus, but only for the briefest of moments. Before we were interrupted by a deliberate cough.

That cough came from Deirdre Evans, who stood statuesque on the first landing. On either side of her were two other sets of stairs, smaller than the one that led up to this landing. This acted as a split off to the different wings of the hotel, and standing on each of those sides were Lara Chambers on Deirdre’s left and the ‘Pixie’ Alexandra Kelly on the right. The trio of women, dressed in all black with accents in their favorite colors - be it the eyes of skulls on Lara’s belt, Pixie’s t-shirt having subtle designs, or Deirdre’s dark gothic-like attire. But the presence of these three led us further - upward - to the overlook. After the set of stairs on either side of Deirdre led up and would carry visitors to the wings of the hotel, there was an area to stand against the handrail that looked directly into the entrance lobby of the hotel. On the other side there was a huge window that looked out into the back courtyard of the hotel, and this area was directly above where Deirdre stood. Standing there was Elena DeDraca. The champion. The Fist of Hydra.

ELENA DEDRACA: Tonight decides your fate, Syndicate. And while you think you are in control, you couldn’t be more wrong. I have warned you plenty of times, but either your intellect isn’t high enough- or you are just too stubborn. You know the answer.

Elena didn’t move an inch. Her whole body was completely still as another white flash was seen on the outside. For a moment her face was looking rather grotesque, still beautiful but different.

DEIRDRE EVANS: All this talk leading up to a match like this and you still haven’t learned your place. Again and again you declare yourself the better man. The top of the top. But all that we hear are excuses. Isn’t it easy to blame your dilema on everyone else? Talking out of your ass doesn’t make you a champion, Syndi.

All four girls nodded at the same time. Lara went as far as letting out a disgusted noise, one they were so familiar with. She seductivley licked over her lips, running her slender fingers over the handrail.

LARA CHAMBERS: It’s beginning to become the same old story. Someone with more bravado than brains shows up to our doorstep with the same idle threats, same empty promises - only to learn the hard way that they cannot destroy the monster that is HYDRA. Make no mistake, Syndicate, we are a monster. This place - this inhumane place - it creates monsters, and we have become the deadliest of all.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Who else needs to fall? The men who crowned themselves heroes; Jason Long, Mark Hunter - they fell to HYDRA. Syndicate, you were chosen to be the next. But who after? Do we - does Elena - need to run through this entire organization in order to prove that she is the most dominant?

Another nod. As the camera went back to Elena DeDraca she had turned her focus, glancing on the outside. It was her favourite kind of weather, everything was in chaos. Her English nature was feeling at home.

ELENA DEDRACA: I don’t need to pat my own shoulder or run around telling everybody. Facts speak for themselves. No matter the challenge in this company, I overcame it. And I hate to say that Syndicate, but you are not half the man Mark Hunter is. And inside the ring you can’t hold a candle towards Long. Sure, he is just as delusional as you- but to each their own. The thing is this, I welcome you to step inside that ring with me. Just like I personally invite you to this residence. How long will you survive? Or shall the question be: Will you at all? You are the 17 year old arrogant jock entering a haunted house. What are your chances?

She winked towards the camera. Somewhere in the background there was a scratching noise, almost as if something wanted to come out of the walls. Considering where they were standing, everything was possible.

LARA CHAMBERS: The chances of survival in this little horror movie that you feature in, are less than zero. The monster only stops after blood is spilled, and as Elena said; the seventeen year old, arrogant Jock with more brawn than brains, is always one of the first to go - and generally in the most horrific way. HYDRA only stops when we’re satisfied with the carnage we’ve left behind. That’s something for you to keep in mind as you prepare for your funeral.

More scratching but this time combined with hammering noises. Neither of the girls seemed very impressed, instead they left their spots. Walking closer to Elena. The champion. The leader. The heart of HYDRA. All four of them now looked out of the huge window, watching nature do its best to clean the ground.

ELENA DEDRACA: Think your worst nightmare, Syndi. Think of it as hard as you can and then add me to it. Just this time, you know that there will be no waking up. I have taken everyone’s bullshit for a good amount of my career. I listened to all kinds of bullshit, when the truth was always right in front of me. I am better. And that is the one thing that eats you alive. You and every egomaniac in this damned company. And as i said before, it is easier to blame me for your misfortune, then face yourself day after day. One I left burning, but for you I got something else planned.

DEIRDRE EVANS: Tell ‘em! Tell ‘em!

For a split second Deirdre seemed all too over- excited. It was hard for Elena to hide her smile, but it was about being professional.

ELENA DEDRACA: I am not one to spoil someone else's surprise, Deirdre. Syndicate will find out himself why it wasn't wise to appear on my radar. You think I am the one with a target on my back, love? I am the hunted one, because I wear this belt and make it relevant in the first place. Silly boy. All this time you were the one on the run but tonight that ends. We will find out how brave you are when the lights go out.

The moment she said that there was another flash of lighting, then all the lights fell out at the same time. All the viewers were left with was the noise of rolling thunder in the distance.






The match got off to a quick start, but not in the way some of them had hoped. Thanatos began early, clotheslining the newly minted Cain Sinclair and dropping a large basket full of pipes onto him before turning his attention to SWITCHBLXDE. It didn’t take long for the Angel of Death to take care of the Slumdog Killionaire. SWITCH even tried fighting back, but every punch and every kick just seem to make Thanatos angrier and more violent. Then, with his chest against the railing of a staircase in the boiler room and blood pouring down from his head, SWITCH took a knee to the back which caused him to slightly bend backwards. Thanatos took advantage of the situation, grabbing him around the neck...kissing him on the forehead...and then planting him in the cement with the ‘Sweet Kiss’ (A Sister Abigail).

Just as Thanatos had eyed up SWITCH for the pin...Cain charged out of nowhere with a metal chair and swung on the DemiGod of Wrestling, cracking him on the skull. But it was as if he was hit with a flyswatter. Thanatos slowly cocked his head to the side as Sinclair charged again, only for Thanatos to hit a russian leg sweep. Cain fell forward, bashing his face off the metal chair as it bounced back from hitting a set of pipes that were jutting out from the wall.

With Cain out cold, Thanatos put one foot on the unconscious SWITCHBLXDE’s chest and the ref counted to three.

*DING, DING, DING*

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…THANATOS!!!
















We opened in a small wooded area, somewhere local. We see Bianca McBride walking through the woods, when suddenly Foghorn Leghorn comes running from behind a small section of trees, carrying a large thick branch. He swings and Bianca, who ducks, but can’t escape the swing back as Earl Boyd cracks her up under the chin. She stumbles back and bumps into Latoya Hixx who is just standing there, looking around at the fallen leaves and broken tree branches all around. Bianca turns around and swings on Latoya, but Hoeski grabs her fist and squeezes it...causing McBride to drop down to a knee in pain.

Meanwhile, we see Earl Boyde taking off his Foghorn Leghorn costume, realizing how hard it was to move in it. By the time he got out of it, the ref was talking to Bianca, who was in a lot of pain. Not wanting to lose his Gatekeeper Championship, Earl charged forward and lunged over Bianca, throwing a shoulder into the chest of Latoya Hixx. Stumbling back, The Hoeski tripped over a log and cracked her head on a rock, knocking herself out.

This left Earl alone with Bianca, who was still grabbing her hand in pain. She looked over to Earl who was just getting to his feet, and tried charging him with a crossbody. But the Gatekeeper Champion caught Bianca and ran up, slamming her back first into a standing tree. They bounced off, with Earl using the momentum, still holding her, to turn and hit her with the ‘Up and Down’ (An Oklahoma Stampede). Earl hooks the legs for a quick three count!

*DING, DING, DING*

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and STILL GATEKEEPER CHAMPION...EARL...BOOOOYYYDDDEEE!!!











The Tag Team Title Championship started off in a large school gymnasium...set up like a school prom. There were punch bowls on tables, other tables set up on the table for students to sit, and even a DJ area with music playing. Lights flickered around the gym as a disco ball spun above the middle of the room. “Savages” by Ice Nine Kills hit as the doors to the gym opened and in walked Graham Baker and Lesley Adora, two members of the newest Project: Honor faction, ‘True Society’. A ref, positioned off to the site originally, walked them over to a large open spot in the gym.

“Stackolee” by Samuel L. Jackson hit pumped out from the DJ area as the doors opened again and in walked Julius Fairweather, holding both of the Project: Honor Tag Team Championship Titles. The ref took the titles and ushered Julius to the other side of the large open area. He looked around and could be seen talking to Julius about a partner, to which Julius just shrugged his shoulders.

But just as the ref was about to call for the bell to open the match, “Just Like You” by Falling In Reverse hit and the fans watching the teletron at the MGM Grand Garden Arena exploded. The door to the gym opened and in walked Proving Ground General Manager, Indy Darling. Without taking his eyes off of True Society, he walked up next to Julius and took off his aviators, handing them to the ref. It was the return of Chocolate Thunder and White Lightning.

The bell rang and both teams instantly went at it. Julius took on Baker, while Indy went at Lesley. Julius and Baker were pretty evenly matched, while Indy was using his experience and former X-Factor abilities to throw Lesley back and forth. By the time Darling was done playing cat and mouse with Adora, he nearly drowned him in the punch bowl, wrecked the picture booth, and threw him through a dining table. Adora lay in the broken wreckage of sparkles and utensils as Indy ran over and began helping Julius deal with Baker.

The team of Chocolate Thunder and White Lightning looked like they didn’t miss a beat as Baker managed to put up a hell of a fight in the handicap situation, but he couldn’t defend both his front and back when confronted from both sides. Baker managed to get up some offense, fighting off Indy and even popping him with a ‘Bastard Surprise’ (Running Bicycle Boot). But with Adora still dazed and out of it in the wreckage of cutlery, Julius waited for Baker to turn from his attack on Indy and laid him down with ‘The Royale With Cheese’ (Straight right hand knockout punch). While Fairweather loomed over the fallen Baker, Indy managed to crawl over and cover the still not moving Adora for the three count.

*DING, DING, DING*

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...Julius Fairweather and Indy Darling!!!







Slade Castle, Ellie Quinn and Savannah Sunshine all stood ready and raring to go, in the middle of the ring. The ref held the Noble Title up into the air, before stepping aside and calling for the bell. Instantly Ellie and Slade went after Savannah, forcing her into a corner and began raining down punches onto little Mrs Sunshine. But after a few seconds of the beatdown, Ellie and Slade were quickly pushed away as Savannah stood there...a dark look in her eyes.

She caught Slade off guard with an elbow to the jaw that sent him stumbling back, before jumping onto Ellie and locking on with a ‘Toothache’ (Crossface with a mandible claw)

ELLIE QUINN: SAVANNAH!!!

Slade - 0, Ellie - 1, Savannah - 0

Before Savannah could even let go of Ellie, Slade was on her with a ‘Lights Out’ (Rear Naked Choke).

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: SLADE!

Slade - 0, Ellie - 1, Savannah - 1

The match went back and forth, tagging all three of them, one by one.

SLADE CASTLE: SAVANNAH!

Slade - 1, Ellie - 1, Savannah - 1

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ELLIE!

Slade - 1, Ellie - 1, Savannah - 2

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ELLIE!

Slade - 1, Ellie - 1, Savannah - 3

ELLIE QUINN: SLADE!

Slade - 1, Ellie - 2, Savannah - 3

SLADE CASTLE: ELLIE!

Slade - 2, Ellie - 2, Savannah - 3

ELLIE QUINN: SLADE!

Slade - 2, Ellie - 3, Savannah - 3

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: SLADE!

Slade - 2, Ellie - 3, Savannah - 4

ELLIE QUINN: SAVANNAH!

Slade - 2, Ellie - 4, Savannah - 4

SLADE CASTLE: SAVANNAH!

Slade - 3, Ellie - 4, Savannah - 4

SLADE CASTLE: ELLIE!

Slade - 4, Ellie - 4, Savannah - 4

Then with all three of them beaten and bloody, Savannah grabbed Ellie from behind and took her to the ground...locking in the ‘Candy Crush’ (Armtrap Argentine Leglock). Ellie wriggled and tried to fight her way out of it...but it was almost for nothing. But while Savannah was focused on Ellie, Slade swooped in and got her in the ‘Lights Out’ again. Savannah held on to Ellie, hoping to make her call her name to get eliminated before she would break away from Slade. But almost as if in unison…

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: SLADE!

ELLIE QUINN: SAVANNAH!

Slade - 4, Ellie - 5, Savannah - 5

*DING, DING, DING*

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...AND NEW FALLOUT NOBLE CHAMPION...SLADE...CAAAAASSSTTTLLLEEEE!!!





With Julius heading toward the nearby motel parking lot for his upcoming match, we take a moment to check in on his tag team partner, Indy Darling, preparing to watch things unfold with Fallout’s mobile crew back in the high school gymnasium. With his half of the Tag Team Championships resting over his shoulder, it looks as if the Proving Ground GM is in high spirits following his successful return to Project Honor competition, and even some members of the Fallout crew are offering him their congratulations. That’s when a familiar voice echoes throughout the gymnasium, sending the crew members scurrying to look as busy as possible.

ROCK JOHNSON: Where is he?! Where is that sawed-off little excuse for a General Manager?! As if Holt wasn’t bad enough…

As Indy turns toward the voice, we see Project: Honor’s owner, Rock Johnson, entering the frame. He marches directly up to Indy, not only invading his personal space, but displaying an expression that looks as if he could blow up at any moment.

ROCK JOHNSON: What...in the blue hell...do you think you’re doing?

Indy looks around for a moment, confused by his boss’ line of questioning.

INDY DARLING: I’m...getting ready to watch the next match…

ROCK JOHNSON: That’s not what I mean and you damn well know it! That tag team match had barely started earlier when Arik Holt was lighting up my phone with complaints and threats of legal action! You know damn well that Project: Honor’s doctors haven’t cleared you to compete! Not only that, but Arik Holt knows it too! So what do you do? You march your little ass into a match and compete anyway!

Indy, with his normal dark blue aviators covering his eyes, does not look like he’s about to back down from the PH Owner. In fact, it’s almost as if he sizes himself up even more.

INDY DARLING: You’d rather I let one of your competitors go into a handicap match? Where he could have been injured or worse? Arik Holt wasn’t about to assign him a tag team partner, so Julius turned to me. I may be your employee, but he’s my friend, and that comes first.

Johnson purses his lips and presses the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, as if he’s experiencing the mother of all headaches. In his thoughts, the common sense spoken by one of his General Managers battles with the threats from the other.

ROCK JOHNSON: Fine. FINE. I’m not here to debate with you. The outcome of the match will stand. Julius Fairweather is still one half of the tag team champions. You, on the other hand, are not. You won’t even be acknowledged in the title history for that match.

Indy begins to protest, but Johnson quickly stops him.

ROCK JOHNSON: I gave you a job as General Manager when you could no longer compete in the ring. When you can get medically cleared and want to give up that job to step back into the ring permanently, we’ll have another conversation. Until then, you cannot legally compete for Project: Honor. Just be thankful that I’m not stripping Julius of the championships completely. Instead, I’m giving two members of the True Society a rematch at Clash For the Cup against Julius and a partner of his choosing that IS cleared to compete. Now make sure he gets that half of the title belts back before the next Pay Per View…

Having made his official announcement and delivered his warning to the Proving Ground GM, Johnson turns on his heels and starts to make his exit. Instead, Indy calls out to stop him.

INDY DARLING: Hey Johnson!

The owner turns back just in time to see Indy throwing the title belt in his direction. Rock is able to catch it awkwardly as he shoots Indy a shocked expression.

INDY DARLING: Give it to him yourself. While you’re at it, take a little advice for yourself as well. You may want to start recognizing the people who actually give a damn about this place...or Arik Holt will be the least of your problems…

With that, Indy turns and walks away, as Rock Johnson stares in his direction, shocked that his employee would respond to him with such disrespect...







The camera view fades in to Tara Fenix''s Cruise Ship, during the night as many fans surround the makeshift arena that was set up- with the ring, barricades, and entrance way. They're roaring in anticipation for the next match as suddenly the lights come on.

ALARA ADAMS: Now that looks like it's one hell of a time.

KAYDEN ELLIS: A shame I couldn't be there, I'd love to be on a cruise right now.

ALARA ADAMS: That's right! We're still at the MGM Garden Arena, getting ready to see this match in honor of the classic horror film, Ghost Ship- a High Seas match! Where the competitors have to throw the other two off the ship to win.

KAYDEN ELLIS: How are the wrestlers thrown off going to get back on board?!

ALARA ADAMS: ...Good question, anyways!

"I'LL SHOW YOU HOW GREAT I AM!" Said by the great Muhammad Ali says before kicking into "Take It Out On Me" as slowly walking from the back comes out Project Honor's "Voice Of The Underground" Angelo Caito, dressed in his ring attire consistent of his black boots, white with blood splatter patterned trunks with his star design on the sides, two stripes surrounding both sides of the star, and his last name "CAITO" in all capital letters on the back of his trucks, two black knee pads, white wrist tape covering his hands, and a single arm pad on his right arm. For his entrance, he sports a grey hoodie with the hood on. He stands on the metal grate before spreading his arms, looking down at the stage.

"SO SCREAM IF YOU WANNA, SHOUT IF YOU NEED!"

Angelo tosses the hood off his head and yells before throwing both his arms down, short burst of fire explodes on both sides before throwing hid right fist forward, turning Angelo around, and proceeds to walk backwards towards the ringside area. He makes it to the bottom of the ramp before turning around and stares at the ring and then the fans in attendance. He walks up the steel steps before climbing up the ropes, right foot planted on the top rope and his left on the middle rope. He starts beating on his chest before throwing his arms up then brings them extended out to each side before jumping over the rope and lands on the mat. Angelo paces the ring, removing his hoodie and tosses it to the floor as he awaits his opponent.

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

ALARA ADAMS: And the first competitor out tonight, Angelo Caito, going to be competing in his first match for the Ascension title in admittedly pretty screwy circumstances, let's see if this competitor will be able to capture his first Fallout title.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He's no stranger to ultraviolence, then again- neither is Valkyrie or Asher.

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.

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 opponent.

ALARA ADAMS: Still somewhat of a big secret given his rookie status, but impressive enough to earn his way into a match like this. Will he have what it takes to earn gold like his big sister, Miss Sunshine, though?

KAYDEN ELLIS: He's promising, and one helluva fighter- but let's be honest. Neither of these two are-

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

Valkyrie, the Ascension Champion walks out- though not with her usual energy and chaotic flair. Instead, much darker, more menacing as the entire audience almost goes silent with unease as they see her step through the entrance curtains- covered in so much blood it almost looks like she's starring in another Carrie remake. She looks almost emotionless, yet her eyes are filled with unsettling rage.

ALARA ADAMS: Valkyrie… after a horrible, tragic incident earlier tonight- the murder of her sister is still ready to compete..

KAYDEN ELLIS: But you have to wonder, where is her head at currently..? Everyone would understand if she decided to step away from the match tonight, but.. She's still here. Is she in any shape, mentally or physically to defend a title right now..?

ALARA ADAMS: I don't know, but the way she's moving is scaring me.. And it seems to be having her two challengers tonight nervous too.

As she moves, dragging the Ascension Title carelessly with faint red stains covering the golden main plate from past defenses. Caito and Asher both look at each other, then back to her- who simply stares… BEFORE SHE STARTS BOLTING TOWARD THE RING WITH THE BELT IN HAND. THE CROWD'S ENERGY COMES ALIVE AS THE TWO WAIT FOR HER ONCE SHE SLIDES- IN THEY BOTH GO FOR A CLOTHESLINE, BUT SHE DUCKS AND REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES- DOUBLE SPEAR TO BOTH ASHER AND CAITO! SHE SCREAMS WITH ANGER AS SHE STANDS, EYES WILD!

ALARA ADAMS: AND WE'RE STARTING OFF WITH A BANG!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And she might be about to win quicker than we realize!

ALARA ADAMS: Remember, in order to win, she has to throw the other two off the boat!

Asher holds his abdomen, rolling in pain while Caito desperately crawls toward the ropes to stand! Valkyrie, an unhinged look in her crazed eyes, sees him getting up and readies her title belt as the bell officially rings!

DING! DING! DING!

As Caito turns around, HE'S QUICKLY MET WITH A CHAMPIONSHIP BELT FULL FORCE TO THE SKULL! HE GOES DOWN INSTANTLY, BUSTED OPEN WITH A SMALL TRICKLE OF BLOOD RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE!

ALARA ADAMS: OH MY GOD!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I didn't think we'd see blood this soon, but holy shit- I'm here for it!

The Voice of the Underground's eyes are glassy as he tries shaking off the cobwebs. Valkyrie wastes no time pulling him up, looking to toss him with a Fisherman Suplex- BUT ASHER FROM BEHIND HITS WITH AN ENZUIGIRI TO THE SIDE OF THE FACE THAT SENDS HER DOWN! Caito quickly rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, holding his head- as Asher simply grins while the crowd boos, he then delivers an ELBOW SMASH to the back of the bloodied woman's head! She's barely able to stand on her feet until he lifts her- and DROPS HER HEAD FIRST WITH A SAITO SUPLEX!

ALARA ADAMS: SAAAITOOOO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Smart thinking by ASHER, he was waiting to make his move- and by the looks of it, he quickly neutralized a serious threat!

ASHER climbs on top of her and begins raining down VICIOUS palm strikes to her head- Valkyrie tries to cover up, but eventually knees him in the crotch-! He quickly falls off, rolling to his feet in pain as she charges in- LUNGBLOWER TO THE CHEST! Valkyrie goes down after the double knees crush her ribs, gasping for air!

ALARA ADAMS: LUNGBLOWER!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You know, this kid might actually seriously be your favorite wrestler's favorite rookie!

ASHER sends a stiff kick to the side of her ribs, causing Valkyrie to yell angrily in pain- gritting her teeth like a rabid animal. ASHER kicks her again- but this time she grunts while GETTING TO HER FEET, staring him down! He steps back slowly, turning around to go run to leave the ring as he makes it to the ropes- AND IS HIT WITH A FLYING BARBED WIRE CHAIR OUT OF ALMOST THIN AIR TO THE FACE BY CAITO, WHO'S STILL AT RINGSIDE! THE THUD IS SICKENING!

ALARA ADAMS: WHERE DID HE GET THAT?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Underneath the ring curtain is another dimension where practically every weapon exists, I guess!

ASHER is out on his feet as he stumbles back and is CAUGHT WITH A SICKENING SPINEBUSTER BY VALKYRIE! She then turns to Caito and baseball slides out of the ring! Caito swings his chair, but misses as she takes him down with a clothesline-! Valkyrie wastes no time dragging his dazed body toward.. The ramp?

ALARA ADAMS: Where are they heading?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Obviously she's going to send Caito sleeping with the fishes soon!

The two go past the entrances as ASHER is left behind in the ring, going toward.. the dining room! Occupied with fans and other wrestlers! But as soon as they see the two bloody messes, they all instantly start pouring out of the Cruise's restaurant!

Valkyrie turns to VICIOUSLY BITE AT THE WOUND ON CAITO'S HEAD, FURTHER OPENING IT UP AS IT STARTS FULLY GUSHING WHILE HE YELLS AS SHE DIGS HER TEETH INTO HIS FLESH! Soon enough now her lips and tongue is covered in pure red as she begins walking toward one of the tables.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh my God! She just bit a chunk out of his forehead!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This! This is why she's unbeatable, even after the horrible tragedy she went through tonight- she's still as psychotically violent as ever!

As they begin moving, Caito quickly grabs a fork from one of the tables and STABS IT INTO HER THIGH! VALKYRIE SCREAMS OUT, LETTING HIM GO AS SHE FALLS TO ONE KNEE- PLACING A HAND ON THE TABLE TO STAND- CAITO STABS THE FORK CLEAN THROUGH HER HAND ON THE TABLE! VALKYRIE ROARS IN AGONY AS CAITO SADISTICALLY GRINS!

ALARA ADAMS: SHIT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He completely impaled her FUCKING hand!

Caito begins digging the fork, grinding it through her backhand and out her palm with viciousness as she tries to pull her injured hand away! He then BITES HER HAND IN REVENGE, before climbing on the table- lifting her up in a front facelock…

ALARA ADAMS: What is he about to do next…?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh no…!

He lifts her up in a vertical suplex-! SHEER DROP BRAINBUSTER STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE, IT COLLAPSES AND THEY BOTH GO THROUGH IT!

ALARA ADAMS: BRAINBUSTER! VALKYRIE GOT SPIKED!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But Caito took some of the brunt from it too! ...Also poor Miss Fenix, she'll have to pay for all of this!

Valkyrie has a lifeless, distant expression on her face. Caito breathes heavily, wincing as he rolls over to rub his scratched-up back from the impact. He slowly begins standing, both her and his own blood running down his face and soaking his chest as he begins walking toward the bar counter.

ALARA ADAMS: Caito's going high! Is it worth doing another risky move after another?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: We're about to see!

Caito dives off- DIVING ELBOW FROM THE COUNTER STRAIGHT THROUGH THE HEART OF VALKYRIE- NO, SHE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND HE GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE REMNANTS OF THE DINING TABLE!

ALARA ADAMS: NO ONE WAS HOME!

KAYDEN ELLIS: VALKYRIE GOT OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND, STILL CONSCIOUS ENOUGH TO GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Valkyrie can barely move, much less crawl as she uses a chair to help herself stand on shaky legs. She then gets an idea and picks the chair up as Caito begins to sit up, holding his bloodied elbow before he looks up AND SHE CRASHES THE CHAIR ON TOP OF HIS HEAD SO HARD IT OBLITERATES ON CONTACT! Caito goes limp and his body simply leans over and drops.

ALARA ADAMS: HE'S DONE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah, the Voice of the Underground might be heading six feet underground after that..

As Valkyrie basks in her brutal glory, suddenly she's tapped on the shoulder- she turns around- AND A WINE GLASS IS SMASHED DIRECTLY AGAINST HER NOSE, IT SHATTERING INTO MULTIPLE SHARDS AS SHE STUMBLES- WRITHING IN PAIN AS SHE HOLDS HER FACE! ASHER STARES DOWN AT HER, FUMING WITH ANGER WITH A NASTY CUT ABOVE HIS EYEBROW FROM THE CHAIRSHOT EARLIER!

ALARA ADAMS: ASHER is back- and Valkyrie might be blinded!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And once again, he plays smartly! He was following them but let them beat the hell outta each other first to attack whatever scraps were left!

Valkyrie does her best to get away and make it toward the kitchen- but ASHER follows in pursuit right behind her! As they both make it in, she turns and is MET WITH A BIG BOOT THAT FLOORS HER FROM ASHER! ASHER grins but Caito RETURNS WITH A RUNNING KNEE TO THE SPINE THAT SENDS ASHER TO THE FLOOR!

ALARA ADAMS: JUST KICKIN IT! FOLLOWED BY A SUDDEN ATTACK FROM CAITO!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Valkyrie has taken so much damage in this match, she might not be able to take anymore!

Valkyrie is still moving, half-dead but uses the side of the stove for support- as Caito moves in, she slowly ignites the flame- and turns to a pot still filled with grease- while Asher begins to stir, she quickly TOSSES THE POT ONTO THE LIT STOVE, CAUSES A LARGE BURST OF FLAMES THAT SEND THE THREE OF THEM BACKWARD, ALL OF THEM SINGED!

ALARA ADAMS: OH MY GOD!

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT THE HELL?!

Caito got out of the way for the most part, least hurt by the sudden fire- as he dived out of the room, dropping and rolling! ASHER, eyes widened- begins hyperventilating as his pants are caught on fire, his vicious and calculating demeanor completely gone as he's visibly DEATHLY afraid while he tries to get rid of the flames, incoherently screaming and swearing with panic- forgetting about Valkyrie, who grabs him by the back of the head- AND SHOVES HIM FACE FIRST AT THE FLAMES, HE YELLS BLOODY MURDER AND GOES DOWN- HOLDING HIS FACE!

ALARA ADAMS: OH NO! HIS FACE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: SHE PUSHED HIM DIRECTLY INTO THE FIRE, HIS EYEBROWS MUST BE GONE COMPLETELY;

As the two begin moving out of the kitchen, ASHER crawls on his knees, a small burn mark on his chin and the side of his cheekbone as he picks up a steak knife and turns around- THROWING IT AT VALKYRIE, IT STRIKES HER SHOULDER AND SHE YELLS, GOING BACK IN RETREAT!

ALARA ADAMS: HE THREW A KNIFE! THAT COULD HAVE KILLED HER!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I THINK THAT'S THE POINT, ALARA!

Holding her shoulder, Valkyrie quickly grabs a knife and tosses it back- return to sender! It grazes ASHER's side, who falls over and grits his teeth in utter agony! He then finds another knife and throws it at her leg, it stabs into her thigh but doesn't go deep as she almost falls over- but Valkyrie RIPS IT OUT AND TOSSES IT BACK AT HIM, THE BLADE SCRAPING HIS JAWLINE! THE TWO BEGIN PICKING UP VARIOUS KNIVES AND THROWING THEM AT EACH OTHER LIKE DARTS!

ALARA ADAMS: I know this is a Fallout PPV, but is this even legal?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is beginning to look like snuff film!

The two run out of utensils to throw at each other as they breathe heavily, now covered in cuts as the two now get to their feet- lethargically moving toward each other..- BUT CAITO CLIMBS ONTO THE TABLE FROM BEHIND THEM BOTH AND YELLS, THEY BOTH TURN AND ARE SUDDENLY CAUGHT WITH A CROSSBODY THAT SENDS THE TWO OF THEM TO THE FLOOR!

ALARA ADAMS: ANGELO CAITO COMES FROM THE SKIES AND TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: At this point? He's the least hurt person in this match!

Caito stands up, raising his fists- eyes widened with adrenaline as he quickly lifts both of his opponents up, sitting them in opposite chairs- AND RUNS INTO A SEATED VALKYRIE WITH A KNEE, THEN RUNS INTO A SEATED ASHER WITH A KNEE- THEN STARTS GOING BACK AND FORTH- TO VALKYRIE! TO ASHER! VALKYRIE! ASHER! UNTIL BOTH FINALLY FALL OUT OF THEIR SEATS! But he doesn't finish there as he finally lifts them both up for a DOUBLE DDT! Dropping them both on the head!

ALARA ADAMS: CAITO IS ON A ROLL!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He might be the favorite at his point!

Caito looks at the destruction he's caused and begins lifting ASHER up, he pulls him up on his SHOULDERS- LOOKING FOR THE KNEE LIFT, BUT ASHER- SOMEHOW MANAGES TO JUMP OFF AND LAND ON HIS FEET, UNSTEADILY AND WEAK! Caito turns around, and with the last of Asher's energy- HE HITS CAITO WITH A THRUST SPINEBUSTER TOWARD THE WINDOW-NO! CAITO CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS ONCE MORE, AND HITS THE GTS- THE IMPACT SENDING ASHER'S BODY BACKWARD AND THROUGH THE WINDOW, STRAIGHT INTO THE OCEAN BELOW!

ALARA ADAMS: HONOR ROLL AND ASHER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! SOMEONE GO SEND A LIFE GUARD!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It might be too late! From a fall like that, he could be dead!

Caito, panting with his chest going up and down and worn out completely- turns to Valkyrie with exhaustion as he begins dragging her outside of the dining room, to the pool area! People watch from in the pool and surrounding it, the audience both hyped and horrified by the state of the two.

He sees a table with red cups and quickly brushes them all off to the side, throwing Valkyrie onto it, thinking of a plan as he turns to climb up onto a slide above. But Valkyrie COMES BACK TO LIFE AND CLIMBS WITH HIM! Caito turns around and quickly meets her with a forearm! She almost falls off, but hits him with one of her own! She delivers another forearm! He nearly falls, dazed.and goes for another- SHE COUNTERS AND HEADBUTTS HIM! The two are hanging on by a thread as now finally Valkyrie grabs a hold onto him, and looks down at the table below.

ALARA ADAMS: They are up way too high for my liking…

She turns to look back at Caito, but her split second delay costs her as Caito GRABS HER AND THROWS HER OFF, HE THEN JUMPS OFF WITH A DIVING ELBOW DROP! BOTH GO THROUGH THE TABLE ONTO THE SHIP FLOOR AS THE CROWD GOES WILD!

ALARA ADAMS: HE HIT THE ELBOW! THE HESITANCE FROM VALKYRIE COST HER GREATLY!

KAYDEN ELLIS: SECOND TIME'S THE CHARM! SHE HAS TO BE DEAD!

Neither of them move for a few moments. Caito finally lifts his head up weakly, coughing up a bit of blood from his lips as he struggles to stand- but he sees his chance as he turns to the balcony. Caito limps, dragging the corpse of Valkyrie toward the edge as the audience gets louder with anticipation! He goes to lift her for another spinebuster- but she pushes him off, AND BACKFLIPS WITH A PELE KICK STRAIGHT BETWEEN HIS EYES AND FALLS BACK DOWN RIGHT AFTER!

ALARA ADAMS: FREYJA KISS! FREYJA KISS OUT OF NOWHERE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: How.. Is she still going…?!

Caito leans against the railing- completely limp as Valkyrie turns to climb back up the side of the slide's steps again, turning to face him. She gives off a battle cry that almost the entire ship can hear- BEFORE LEAPING OFF WITH A FLYING FOREARM THAT CONNECTS TO ANGELO CAITO'S HEAD AND SENDS HIM OVER THE RAILING- FREEFALLING INTO THE WATER WITH A SPLASH! THE CROWD CHEERS AT THE VICTORY!

ALARA ADAMS: MJOLNIR! AND SHE DID IT! CAITO IS ELIMINATED! VALKYRIE IS STILL CHAMPION!

KAYDEN ELLIS: SHE WENT THROUGH THE MOST PUNISHMENT IN THIS MATCH AND STILL CAME OUT ON TOP, WHAT IS SHE MADE OUT OF?!

The referee walks over to hand her the Ascension Championship as she stares over the railing- before wiping the blood from her body- the blood of Caito, ASHER, and her own- and smears the title with a fresh coat of red paint as she raises it in victory.

ALARA ADAMS: Valkyrie is not just a champion or a warrior. So far, she's proven to be an unstoppable force. I feel bad for whoever her next challenger shall be.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was… exhausting. I thought they were actually trying to kill each other. Credit to ASHER and especially Caito, who never stopped fighting until the very end, eliminating the former- and was close to actually throwing the champion to gain victory. That was amazing, but we still have more to come back at the MGM Garden Arena...






We cut to the parking garage area here at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas. Here, standing amongst a gaggle of expensive cars, we see the profile of none other than the Los Angeles Outlaw, the self-appointed heir apparent to the Legacy Championship, Syndicate. He's currently slipping on his trademark black leather jacket over a white tank top and ripped up blue jeans. Meanwhile, his agent, JJ Kline, dressed in a blue pressed suit, paces back and forth in front of his client as the two discuss Syndicate's upcoming match.

JJ KLINE: Alright, let's go over your contingency plans one more time. Someone tries to jump scare you...what do you do?

SYNDICATE: Don't jump backwards - jump forward and punch them in the jaw.

JJ KLINE: Great. You encounter a cabinet with a mirror mounted on the door.

SYNDICATE: Keep it closed and use it to monitor my surroundings.

JJ KLINE: That's right - second you open and close that thing, someone's gonna appear in the reflection. What about this: you see a small child - or, better yet, twins - standing silently at the other end of a long hallway.

SYNDICATE: Rush towards them and throw them into the wall like a lawn dart.

JJ KLINE: Yes! And, most importantly, if you see a member of HYDRA...

SYNDICATE/JJ KLINE: ...knock 'em the fuck out.

JJ KLINE: THAT'S my Outlaw!

JJ high-fives the amped-up Syndicate and pulls his iPhone 13 out of his suit pocket.

JJ KLINE: Alright, let's get you a ride over to the hotel -

Kline opens the phone's dialer and starts typing in a phone number, likely to notify a car on standby that Syndicate's ready to roll, but before he can press "Call", a black Cadillac SUV speeds into the parking garage and pulls up next to the two men. As the Outlaw and his agent look up, confused as all hell as to who this could be, the driver's window rolls down to reveal a muscular man with short black hair, wearing black Aviators and gray vest over a white dress shirt and tie. After putting the vehicle into "park", the man looks directly at the Los Angeles Outlaw and nods.

DRIVER: Your ride is ready, Mr. Irvine.

JJ KLINE: Now wait just a moment - who the hell are you?

The Los Angeles Outlaw wonders the same thing, and is about to dismiss the driver as nothing more than a grifter looking to capitalize off his celebrity status...that is, until he sees the man's left hand leaning out the window and notices the all-too-familiar circular tribal tattoo present on its backside. This isn't Ruka, nor is it Oko or Ucho, but this is assuredly a member of The Triad, the mysterious group that has offered to "rehabilitate" Syndicate and, in their words, "free his soul". He made it clear that he wasn't ready to accept their offer, but it appears that they're providing assistance regardless. Syndicate debates rejecting the driver and sending him packing, but in an attempt to avoid any conflict ahead of the Legacy title match, he steps forward and nudges JJ Kline back.

SYNDICATE: Hey, it's alright. I...called them myself a few minutes ago.

JJ KLINE: You did? I've been with you this whole time, and you didn't call anyone.

Syndicate was never that good of a liar.

SYNDICATE: Called them, texted them, whatever. Either way, this is the guy.

JJ suspiciously glances back at the driver one more time before turning to his client and extending his right hand.

JJ KLINE: Suit yourself.

Syndicate accepts the handshake, nods, and opens the Cadillac's back-left door.

JJ KLINE: Knock 'em dead, kid!

SYNDICATE: Oh...oh, you know I fuckin' will.

Stepping inside, Syndicate closes the door, and the anonymous Triad driver floors it. The SUV screeches out of the parking garage, leaving a slightly confused and concerned JJ Kline all alone.







All three men stand ready in the Motel Parking Lot, Jason Long reluctantly giving his Prime Championship over to the ref while keeping his eyes on Havoc. A bell rings from a speaker and all three men make a run for the middle of the lot. As soon as they meet, Julius and Jason start unloading and teaming up, on Havoc. Havoc seemed ready for the beating, took it like it was nothing...but ultimately was slammed up against the side of a Chevy Truck. Julius tried to quickly unload with a ‘Foot Fucking Master’ (Jumping roundhouse) but Havoc moved and Julius ended up putting his foot through the window of the car. With blood starting to instantly pour out of the cuts on his leg, Julius pulled his leg out of the window...but just as he turned, Havoc come running, lept up onto the hood and leaped off of the car at Julius...hitting a flying ‘Dead Trigger’ (Running knee strike) that leveled the Tag Champion.

Havoc turned his sights to Jason Long, who was already waiting for him. The history between these two men was packed and bursting at the seams, as was their aggression toward each other. Both men had been waiting for this moment in Project: Honor and every time it was about to happen...something changed and they would lose their chance. But now? Now there was nothing standing between them.

Jason and Havoc charged each other and started unleashing everything in their arsenal. Kicks flew, punches connected, DDT’s dug their heads into the cement. By the time both men stepped back, both were bleeding from gashes on their face and multiple cars had been dented or had their windows smashed in. Jason, one final time, charged Havoc and jumped, attempting to hit him with the ‘God Killer’ (Stiff bicycle kick to the head) but Havoc moved out of the way and Jason caught Julius Fairweather with it instead, dropping him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

With Jason a little distraught, he turned around…

ALARA ADAMS: GIGA DRILL BREAK ONTO THE CONCRETE!!! GIGA DRILL BREAK ONTO THE CONCRETE!!!

Havoc stood to his feet as Jason Long lay motionless on the ground. It was the sound of Julius groaning that pulled Havoc out of his trance. He walked overand reached into the front seat of the car...pulling out a barbed wire baseball bat. Havoc pulled Julius to his feet, put the baseball bat against his throat and locked in the ‘Death Parade’ (Barbed wire baseball bat assisted rear naked choke hold). Within seconds, with blood pouring down onto the ground, Julius slapped his hand on the ground repeatedly.

*DING, DING, DING*

CLARA OLSON: Your winner...AND NEW FALLOUT PRIME CHAMPION...HAAAAAVVOOOOCCC!!!

The ref ran over and tapped on Havoc to let go, but he just kept pulling back. It wasn’t until the ref offered the Prime Championship Title, did Havoc let go of Julius.


Valkyrie was met in the back by Memphis and Matthew Knox. It was easy to tell that what happened with her sister had affected her in a way that no one saw coming.

MATT KNOX: ...Robi.

When she looked at him, it was as if she didn’t see him. Not really. The fire that she usually had in her eyes was replaced with something… Vicious. Something violent.

As she was walking through the back halls of the ship, she was approached by one of the announcers of ‘The Before’, Cora Frye.

CORA FRYE: Valkyrie! Valkyrie!

Memphis stepped between Robi and Cora as she tried to approach,

MEMPHIS: Not right now.

CORA FRYE: I just want to ask…

That’s when Robi spun around and got right into Cora’s face,

VALKYRIE: You want to ask what? How I feel right now? What’s going through my mind?

Cora blinked and took a step backwards as she started to stammer in response.

CORA FRYE: I.. I just…

VALKYRIE: You just… What?

Valkyrie sounded as if she was growling at Cora. And before she could even do anything, both Memphis and Matthew were pulling her away. Trying to get her to leave the area. More to protect Cora than anything else.

As Robi returned to her quarters, Memphis and Matthew in tow, they did not speak. Their words were paltry. Robi looked around the room.

VALKYRIE: Damnit Dru…

Her hands still had blood on them. Dru’s blood. As she went into the bathroom to wash them, that’s when she saw it. A letter. In Mama’s flourishing handwriting. She forgot about rinsing the blood from her hands and slid her finger beneath the envelope to open it.

“Robi…

I’m not about to pull the cliche “told you so” but, in a way, I did. I knew it would come to this. I knew he’d be there to kill me, someday. Somewhere. But, if you’re reading this, it happened. I love you, Robi, you’re the other half of me and all I can say is I'm sorry. It shouldn’t have come to this, but I knew it would. It was my lot in life to bear the brunt for everyone. Whether it was a belt. A knife or a bullet. I’d rather it be me than you, or Diesel. Please let Mario know, I did truly care about him? And keep Reaper and Hel safe? I’m so sorry, Robi, that I’m not going to be here with you. Please be there for Mama and Henry… they'll need you now more than ever. As will Diesel and Cela.

Don't let this change you. Don't let losing me be the thing that ends who you are. You are Valkyrie. You are Robi. You are the Alpha of the Wolves. Take what I was and never forget. You saved me, Robi. Whether you want to admit it or not, you are the reason I accomplished what I did.

But, don’t be sad. I’m not. You gave me the courage to spread my wings. You are the reason I lived as long as I did.

Love always,
Druscilla”

She read the letter once… Twice… Three times. And all she could do was stand there. And before she knew it, her fist was being slammed into the mirror before her and the glass was shattering around her.

Now it was her blood mixed in with Dru’s. At the sound of the glass shattering, Memphis and Matthew came rushing into the bathroom and saw the damage.

MEMPHIS: ...FUCK…

Memphis moved to grab a towel to wrap around Robi’s hand as he looked back at Matt.

MEMPHIS: Go try to grab the doctor on board while I try to stop the blood.

Matthew nodded curtly and, before heading out, he turned to look back at his friend. And that’s when he saw it. He saw the shift in her. And knew….

This was bad.






CLARA OLSON: The following contest is for the Legacy Championship and will take place on the Las Vegas strip inside the currently abandoned Fontainebleau hotel, the only ways to win this contest are pinfall and submission.

The scene fades in slowly on the large lobby area of the hotel which to be fair for an abandoned building looks to be in decent condition and most certainly still resembles a hotel lobby rather than maybe the expected disaster zone.

ALARA ADAMS: As normal as the Fontainebleau looks, this is gonna be crazy and sometimes human places create inhuman monsters.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Both Elena and Syndicate were given time to explore the hotel earlier today, gotta believe both used that time to plant the odd toy or two.

ALARA ADAMS: Also they have been requested to keep their fight on the ground floor, whoever requested that doesn’t understand Fallout and can fuck off!!

"Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine plays.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from The City of Angels… "The Los Angeles Outlaw" Syndicate!!!

Syndicate skips the usual pageantry and marches through a side door into the lobby. Most notably, he has decided to forgo his regular gear and is wearing a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. He walks to his side of the room and instantly reaches behind a table propped up against the wall, smirking as he pulls out a clearly pre prepared black baseball bat. He waits for the champion to make her entrance while swinging the bat around. The music dies away.

"Rocket Skates" by the Deftones starts up.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent, the current Legacy Champion… hailing from Garrison, New York… “The British Raven” Elena DeDraca!!!

Elena enters the lobby wearing a slightly oversized jumper over her normal gear and is given no time to breathe. The music cuts out as Syndicate instantly lunges at Elena, swinging the bat wildly, bouncing it off a table as DeDraca ducks out of the way.

ALARA ADAMS: He ain't waiting.

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: These two could be sampling the tasty waters of oblivion by the end of this one.

Syndicate swings for the fences again, but Elena easily gets out of the way as if she was expecting another swing from the challenger. Elena grabs the challenger by the back of his head and throws him into the wall, causing him to drop the bat as she unloads haymakers onto the challenger. She whips him towards a pillar across the room but he stops well short and runs back toward Elena, only to be driven to the mat by a one handed bulldog courtesy of the champion. Both athletes get to their feet quickly and DeDraca impressively scoops the still reeling challenger up and hangs him in the tree of woe using a freestanding coat hanger. Syndicate waves his arms, trying to get out of the predicament but Elena comes in with a sliding dropkick to the face! Syndicate falls to the carpeted floor as DeDraca rolls out the way.

ALARA ADAMS: Sliding along a carpeted floor, I sure understand why these two chose to be fully clothed for this shit.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah, carpet burn hurts more than some wrestling moves to be fair.

As Elena is walking over “The Los Angeles Outlaw” pulls himself up using the wall and a door handle. Syndicate slumps against the wall as Elena runs at him. Syndicate suddenly comes to life, meeting Elena in the face with a big boot. Elena stumbles back and Syndicate drops her with a hard forearm smash. Syndicate opens the door he previously used to help himself up and grabs the first thing he can find in what appears to be a small kitchen. Elena goes to grab the challenger but he clocks her upside the side of the head with a cookie sheet. He follows this with a discus style cookie sheet shot. Elena is staggered and Syndicate hits her one more time with the cookie sheet, finally dropping her to the floor.

ALARA ADAMS: And just like that, the challenger is right back in it with some brutal shots with that cookie sheet.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That won't keep her down!

ALARA ADAMS: Regardless, if Syndicate wants a chance at the Legacy title, he's gotta keep up this offense because Elena's proven time and time again that she's one tough cookie.

KAYDEN ELLIS: No, she's one tough BITCH! Syndicate wishes he were to her level!

ALARA ADAMS: Syndicate is a lot of things, but to say he isn't a threat to Elena's Legacy championship is just plain stupid.

Syndicate stands, watching DeDraca crawl toward the reception desk. He stalks over and places the cookie sheet in front of Elena. Without a moment of hesitation, he takes a few steps and comes back with a dropkick of his own, driving the cookie sheet into her face. Syndicate takes his shirt off and uses it to choke Elena for a short time before throwing it away. Syndicate backs away, waiting for Elena to get up, when she's on her feet Syndicate sprints in and forces Elena into the desk with a spear, but when he hits... Syndicate yells out in pain and rolls away from Elena, clutching his shoulder in pain.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like Syndicate took the worst of that move somehow.

ALARA ADAMS: You're right but... OH SHIT!

Elena lifts her head up and smirks across the room at Syndicate as she lifts up her jumper to reveal that she’s wrapped her body in barbed wire. She pulls a pair of wire cutters from her pocket and removes the barbed wire while Syndicate looks down at his arm, now gushing from a decent sized puncture wound. Syndicate gets up to his hands and knees as Elena approaches, barbed wire in hand - But Syndicate isn't quick enough and he screams out again when Elena whips him with that barbed wire across his back! The challenger instinctively arches his back, and Elena takes the opportunity to wrap the barbed wire around his neck.

ALARA ADAMS: She had barbed wire wrapped around her abdomen! Oh my GOD! Syndicate definitely didn't expect that!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And now he's bleeding for his efforts!

ALARA ADAMS: Oh Lord but now she's got that barbed wire around the neck of her challenger!

KAYDEN ELLIS: They haven’t moved beyond the lobby yet this is fucking brutal.

“The British Raven” pulls her larger opponent up to his feet using the barbed wire. She lets go of the wire and drills Syndicate with a forearm across his temple. Syndicate uses a nearby table to stay on his feet and Elena delivers two more forearms. Syndicate literally collapses against the table. Elena points at him, but instead of attacking, she calmly walks over to a small selection of drinks on a far table, Elena lifts a bottle of Everclear in the air. She opens it up and takes and takes a fair sized gulp before she smashes it against a pillar, creating an improvised weapon. She strolls toward Syndicate with a huge grin on her face and cold eyes on her opponent. She gets close but he kicks her in the wrist, sending the bottle flying. Without missing a beat, Elena rushes in and they both fly over the table as she delivers a Cactus style clothesline.

ALARA ADAMS: Hey, isn’t Everclear illegal in this state?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Yeah but it’s all good, looks like Elena destroyed the evidence.

Elena rolls over and hooks the leg for the first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!
TWO!
NO! Syndicate gets a shoulder up.

Both competitors struggle to their feet and Syndicate quickly tries to get away. Elena, being much fresher at this point, closes the gap quickly. She grabs him by the shoulder and spins him round before delivering a kick to his gut and bringing him down with a spinning neckbreaker. Elena once again goes for a cover.

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!

Syndicate gets up and Elena delivers an overhand right that knocks Syndicate into an information stand.

ALARA ADAMS: Syndicate kicked out but Elena's not letting him get any breather.

KAYDEN ELLIS: There's a reason why she's the fucking champ.

ALARA ADAMS: You're not wrong, but as we both know, Syndicate always has something up his sleeve.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well you can’t overlook anything if you wanna shine in this business.

She continues firing off haymakers each one faster than the next until she gets to ten and steps away to safely catch her breath. Syndicate pulls himself up even more slowly than before. Elena turns around and sees this, and opts to run at him. As DeDraca comes in, he turns his body and throws her into the information stand with a kind of modified hip toss, killing her momentum completely.

ALARA ADAMS: My point on show.

While Elena is already up to her hands and knees, Syndicate lies on the flat of his back, breathing deeply and staring off into space. Eventually, both competitors use some stacked chairs to get to their feet, and Syndicate barely beats Elena to the punch. He grabs DeDraca in a Muay Thai clinch and delivers a couple of knees to her head before letting go, but still holding on to her hair. He drags her over to the reception desk and slams her head on top of it. Before she can get her bearings, Syndicate grabs her by the arm and propels her back towards the stacked chairs. Elena nails them knees first and flies over the lot. As she lands, you can see a large bruise forming on the bottom of her arm.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ouch!

Syndicate limps over to his prey, however, it takes him far longer than it would under normal circumstances. He pulls her up by the collar and literally throws her through a previously unopened door. Syndicate follows into what is clearly a bar area. He then walks over to the empty seats in the far corner and reaches over a table for a chair. He looks down and, realizing the seat is cushioned, throws it to the ground. He turns toward the bar and grabs a good old fashioned, non-cushioned foldable bar stool, on the bottom of the stool is written “Property of Jack Torrance”. Syndicate looks over at Elena and sees her coming towards him. Instead of hitting her with the stool, he sees an opportunity and throws it at her, she instinctively catches it but Syndicate dropkicks it into her face.

KAYDEN ELLIS: These two seem to be enjoying using the tools at their disposal.

ALARA ADAMS: I’d say the challenger is enjoying more at the moment.

Syndicate starts dragging one of the tables over to the bar, he quickly gets it where he wants it while we can see Elena using the bar itself to pull herself up to her own feet. Syndicate drops a forearm across DeDraca’s back, causing her to stumble over to the table. Syndicate continues to rain down forearms until he has “The British Raven” laying across the table. Syndicate gets up on the bar but much to his dismay, Elena has the foresight to roll off the table, foiling whatever plans he had concerning that table and the Legacy champion.

ALARA ADAMS: Smart move from Elena, rolling to safety. Great awareness from the champ.

Syndicate hops down off the bar. He comes in and punches Elena directly in the mouth. She falls to her hands and knees, but gets right back up, perhaps through adrenaline alone and spits blood directly onto the feet of Syndicate. The challenger pulls her hair and slams her down into the bar area head first. Syndicate drops down and hooks the leg, going for his first cover of the match.

ONE!
TWO!
Elena kicks out at two!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Man this guy just doesn't know when to give up.

ALARA ADAMS: He's fighting for the Legacy title, of course he's not going to give up.

Syndicate reaches over the bar and pulls out a conveniently placed bottle of lighter fluid, Syndicate begins spraying the top of the table. After emptying the bottle, he drops the bottle and walks back behind the bar. He wasted no time in grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He pops the bottle open and takes a swig, but instead of swallowing it, he spits the whiskey into Elena’s face. He then dumps the entire contents of the bottle onto the still struggling DeDraca.

KAYDEN ELLIS: THAT’S ALCOHOL ABUSE!

ALARA ADAMS: I'd be more worried about the fact that Syndicate just emptied a bottle of lighter fluid onto a table and then doused Elena in flammable liquid... It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he's thinking of doing next.

KAYDEN ELLIS: ... But that's good whiskey...

Elena springs to life, dropping Syndicate with an STO and delivering a series of right hands onto her opponent. She grabs Syndicate by the head and lifts him up, barely getting enough elevation but just about delivering a pile driver. She rolls over, draping an arm...

ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! KICKOUT!

Syndicate rolls over onto his stomach and Elena reaches over to grab a bar tray. She lifts up her opponent's head ever so slightly and slides the tray underneath. She grabs his head and slams him face first onto the tray. She looks around the room, finding the stool Syndicate used earlier. She grabs the stool but before she has the chance to use it, Syndicate leaps up in desperation, delivering a headbutt to the stomach causing the champion to drop it. Syndicate uses the opening and delivers his signature Catalyst Snap DDT onto the chair, a loud clang echoing through the abandoned building as Elena's head makes hard contact with the unforgiving steel stool! Syndicate rolls DeDraca over and goes for another cover as Elena's forehead opens up and a trickle of blood begins rolling down her hairline!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO!!

Syndicate slams his arms on the floor in frustration before looking over at the indomitable Elena DeDraca, who's rolled over onto her side - the carpet below her stained with splatters of blood.

ALARA ADAMS: Syndicate has to keep his emotions in check here, he's got Elena where he wants her and he can't let her get a breather if he has any chance of keeping her down.

Syndicate walks through the door back into the lobby, upon returning he is carrying his black baseball bat. He hits Elena in the stomach with a home run swing doubling her over in agony! But he's not done there, he then brings the bat down across her back, and the champion drops to her knees. Elena shakes her head and tries to get back up, but Syndicate puts a stop to that with the butt of the bat, bashing it into her skull, opening the wound on her head even further! Elena falls fully to the floor and rolls over on her back, revealing the beginnings of a crimson mask, but Syndicate doesn't care as he kneels down and puts the bat across the throat of Elena DeDraca. Elena struggles against him and eventually he lets up tossing the bat away before bringing Elena back to her feet only to hit his second Catalyst Snap DDT of the match, Elena's skull crashes down on top of the bat which rolls away upon impact! COVER...

ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Damn, he's really running rough shot on Elena right now. She's bleeding pretty bad and those shots with the bat haven't helped any.

KAYDEN ELLIS: This maybe isn’t the scary shit we were expecting, but damn it’s been brutal.

Syndicate stands up, pulling Elena up by the hair once again. He walks across the room to where the table is set up near the bar and delivers a few knees to Elena’s stomach. Syndicate reaches into his pocket and pulls out a book of matches and a lighter. He uses the lighter to ignite the entire book and instantly tosses them down to the table, the the entire thing goes up in flames!

ALARA ADAMS: This isn't good for the champion...

He turns his attention back to DeDraca, he forces her up onto the bar and follows, he tucks her head between his legs. Elena doesn’t give him time to execute a move, as she musters all of her strength and sends Syndicate over and off the bar with a hurricanrana, but SYNDICATE HOLDS ONTO HER AND THEY BOTH CRASH THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE - Landing with such force that the rush of air puts the flames out!

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT! That is no normal wrestling table.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Are they dead!

ALARA ADAMS: It looked like Syndicate was going for a powerbomb but Elena reversed it, trying to send him out and through the table but he had the wherewithal to keep a hold of Elena and now they're both down and hurting in the remnants of that table! Jesus Christ!

The referee rushes over to the wreckage just as Elena rolls over and drapes an arm over the chest of her challenger...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE… NOOOOOO!!! SYNDICATE KICKS OUT!!!

The look on Elena's face is one of disbelief as she slowly sits up and glares back at her opponent, who's just barely starting to stir amid the fragments of the table. Elena gets to her knees and crawls towards the bar, pulling herself up to her feet, she eventually takes a bottle of vodka from behind the bar. She takes a swig as she makes her way to Syndicate's side, before closing the bottle back up and lifting her opponent's head up to lay the bottle underneath.

ALARA ADAMS: We've seen this type of thing from Elena before... She's obviously gearing up for the Flight Of The Raven Curbstomp through the bottle... Syndicate might be in trouble now... If he wasn't before.

Elena pats Syndicate’s face before she gets up and backs away, getting some distance before she takes off running at Syndicate but just when she jumps into the air to stomp the back of his face through the bottle, Syndicate jumps up and catches her with a brutal spinebuster! Syndicate ends up slamming her down back first onto the very bottle of vodka she was planning on planting his face through just a few moments ago and the bottle bursts upon impact! Syndicate falls down on top of Elena, clenching in a choke as broken glass pierces Elena's back, allowing the vodka into the open wounds. She understandably screams out in pain!

KAYDEN ELLIS: OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD...

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus fucking Christ! Syndicate's got her! He's got her!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Monsters are real. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win. Syndicate is that fucking monster right now!!

Elena struggles against Syndicate, reaching her arms out to her sides, clearly trying to find something, anything to use to get him to loosen his grip on her throat! Her arm slides beneath the broken remnants of the table and she comes out with the black bat that rolled away earlier, she bashes him in the skull with the butt of it and he lets up on his grip just slightly, it's just enough to allow Elena to get out from under him, bat still in hand, blood staining the back of her upper body and running down her back from where the glass has cut her up badly, she’s just a complete bloody mess. Syndicate shakes the cobwebs out and pursues Elena, both are on their knees but Elena turns around and with a home run style swing, she clocks him in the temple, he falls.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s official… Syndicate is dead!!

Elena crawls over to him, and leans into his ear saying a few words as she lays the bat below his head. She backs away and gets shakily up to her feet and waits patiently for him to roll over and get up onto his knees, she’s clearly looking to hit the Flight Of The Raven curbstomp. At that exact moment the lights go out plunging the whole scene into complete darkness, after a short pause the eerie sound of "In Maidjan" by Heilung can be heard around the building.

ALARA ADAMS: What the fuck? That’s the music of Ozymandias!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Not now you bastard!!

The music stops almost as quickly as it started. Simultaneously the light returns as the door between the lobby and the bar slams shut seemingly unaided, Elena is now staring at the door which has the word “Cthulhu” written on it in what appears to be blood. Shaking her head in disbelief she turns back toward Syndicate only to be smashed in the ribs by the baseball bat. The challenger seems to have been able to use the moment to regain some of his senses, he drops the bat and grabs the doubled over DeDraca, he uses the energy he has left to nail the No Signal capture suplex, Elena crashes into the bloody mixed up mess of glass and table…

ALARA ADAMS: The champ is done...

Syndicate uses all he has left to drape an arm over Elena for the cover...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!! SYNDICATE WINS!!!

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus fucking Christ! He did it!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Some shine, and some don’t. But holy shit, these two shined.

Syndicate is moving and appears to be looking at the fallen DeDraca with an unreadable expression on his face.

CLARA OLSON: Here is the winner… and YOUR NEW LEGACY CHAMPION… “THE LOS ANGELES OUTLAW”... SYNDICATE!!!

Syndicate, while still on his knees, looks over at the bloody “Cthulhu” sign on the door, he gives it a sick smirk and a nod, at that moment a referee hands him possession of the Legacy Championship Belt.

The camera focuses on Syndicate as he stands to his feet and lifts the Legacy Championship belt into the air. We zoom in on it for a moment, before finally zooming in on the Legacy Championship.






We find ourselves in the back parking lot of the MGM Grand Garden Arena. Police cars and ambulances are everywhere and there are two Las Vegas officers talking to Alara Adams, who is sitting down with a blanket wrapped around her. The door next to them opens and two people carry out a body covered in a sheet.

OFFICER ONE: Are you sure you’re going to be okay?

ALARA ADAMS: I’ve been through a lot worse, so I think I’ll be fine.

OFFICER TWO: Okay, well you have our number if you remember anything else. We are still looking for…um…the man in the Michael Myers mask and Ms DeDraca.

ALARA ADAMS: Thank you.

Both of the Officers turn and walk away, making sure they were out of ear shot before talking to each other.

OFFICER ONE: She’s drunk. Did you smell the booze wafting off of her?

OFFICER TWO: What do you think he saw?

OFFICER ONE: I think she passed out while watching Halloween Kills.

The cops laugh as they walk away. Meanwhile, Alara is scanning over the area, when she sees someone walk behind an ambulance with a Michael Myers mask.

ALARA ADAMS: THERE you are!

Alara tosses off the blanket and goes running past the police and medics in the area. She turns the corner and sees someone standing there with the Michael Myers mask in their left hand, but their back is to her.

ALARA ADAMS: Listen here, Syndicate. I will turn you in and you will NEVER see the light of day again.

??: Sorry, love...but I’ve been waiting for too long to get this opportunity again. And now, no one is going to stop me.

The person turns around, revealing a knife in their right hand. The last thing Alara sees as the knife comes down at her, is the smiling face of Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox.