Fallout XVII | December 9th, 2021 : Wired Actions Results

HENRY LEE HYDE vs. BIANCA McBRIDE
Henry Lee made quick work of Bianca McBride, countering any offensive move she tried and reversing it into his own devastating repertoire of moves. Once he was done playing around, Henry landed a kick to the gut and dropped Bianca with an H2O (Double underhook piledriver) for the victory.
WINNER: Henry Lee Hyde by Pinfall (2:12)


JACOB STEELE vs. NOAH HOPE
Noah Hope looked outmatched from the word go, hesitating to even try anything against the veteran Jacob Steele. Jason Long appeared at the top of the entrance ramp to distract Jacob, causing Noah to try for the roll-up pin like he did a couple shows ago…but Jacob Steele quickly go out of it before dropping Noah with a Twist Of Hate type maneuver, pinning the young man as he kept his eyes locked on Jason Long.
WINNER: Jacob Steele by Pinfall (2:35)




Fallout fades in and we see Arik Holt walking through the back halls of the Chase Center, wearing a nice gray suit and a folder in his right hand. Walking through the halls, Arik stops and looks into every open door, as if he is looking for people. After finding nobody specific down one hallway, he turns right into another hallway and almost runs head-on into Havoc.

ARIK HOLT: HEY THERE CHAMP!!!

Before Havoc can respond, Alyssa Nguyen walks up to Arik and Havoc.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Mr. Holt, may I have a moment?

Arik turns his head slightly, giving her both a dirty look and a side-eye at the same time.

ARIK HOLT: Well, Havoc and I were just about to have a private conversation.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: I just wanted to ask you if you had any thoughts about the death of Mr. Johnson…maybe some words to calm down the minds of the fans and warriors in the locker room?

Arik takes a deep breath before opening his folder, leafing through some papers before pulling one out and handing it to Havoc. Havoc takes it, looks at it, then nods his head in approval as he walks away.

ARIK HOLT: Go buy yourself something nice!

Arik slowly turns around and glares at Alyssa, closing his folder with a light snap.

ARIK HOLT: My apologies, Alyssa. You see, when we came to California…I stopped at the main Project: Honor offices and made sure to pick up the checks for some of the harder working Fallout employees. There were some questions floating around about getting paid, after what happened at Whalan.

Upon hearing this, we see Noah Hope, still sweaty and limping from his match, slowly walks up to Holt and taps him on the shoulder. Arik turns around slowly.

ARIK HOLT: Can I help you? Can’t you see I’m busy?

NOAH HOPE: Did I just hear you say you have some paychecks for us? With everything that has happened since Whalan…I’ve been a little short on cash and it would be nice to get paid.

ARIK HOLT: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Noah.

NOAH HOPE: Didn’t…didn’t you just give Havoc a check? And you told Alyssa-

ARIK HOLT: Noah…I’m busy. Leave me alone. please.

NOAH HOPE: But…

Quickly whipping around, Arik grabs Noah Hope by the collar and lifts him up into the air to be face to face.

ARIK HOLT: I SAID LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!

Holt tosses Noah Hope to the ground, causing him to land hard on his butt. Without another word, Noah stands to his feet and starts speed walking down the hallway. Satisfied with Noah being far enough away, Arik turns back to Alyssa. He straightens out his suit jacket and clears his throat.

ARIK HOLT: Okay, back to you Alyssa. What is it I can help you with?

ALYSSA NGUYEN: With the recent death of Rock Johnson, I was wondering if you had any words.

ARIK HOLT: Rock Johnson, created a wonderful place in Project: Honor….a place that is all about tribe. And Rock himself? He was all about the power. And I know he stayed hungry…right up until he devoured two slugs of lead.

Alyssa’s eyes widened at that comment.

ARIK HOLT: I’m not going to pussyfoot around it, Alyssa. The man made many enemies as owner of Project: Honor…and his self-righteous attitude didn’t help his cause any. I, like you, am very curious as to who finally resorted to murdering Mr. Johnson.

ALYSSA NGUYEN: Do you know of any information concerning the investigation into the murder?

ARIK HOLT: All I heard was he was shot twice...and even that is hearsay. I have my connections and such…but nothing substantial yet.

ALYSSA NGUYEN:: Any other words for all the concerned fans out there? Ones concerned about the future of Project: Honor?

ARIK HOLT: All I have to say is don’t worry about it. I’ve got everything handled here on Fallout…and True Society will not let this place fall. We will prop it up and take even more control if we need to. Even if we need to start reaching out onto PG to help English too. Like I used to tell Savannah…I am the help. Now if you excuse me Alyssa, I have some more checks to hand out.

Turning away from Alyssa, the Fallout GM grips the folder of checks tightly and continues on his mission walking down the hall.




Our television screen fades to show a live shot of fans outside of the Chase Center in San Francisco, California. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.



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



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

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

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

Above the Prime Championship Title is a large picture of Havoc. In four smaller frames below it, are pictures of Julius Fairweather, Jason Long, Valkyrie, and Sawyer.

#Destruction inside
What's left is fading away

Above the Noble Championship is a large picture of Slade Castle. The four smaller frames below it, show pictures of Billy Bennett, Savannah Sunshine, Alyssa Grace, and Michael Bishop.

#Deception & lies
I know you're going insane

Above the Ascension Championship Title is a picture of Valkyrie. The four picture frames below Robi’s picture, are of James Ranger, Earl Boyde, Logan Burgess and Cain Sinclair. Before the camera moves away, the picture frame of Cain Sinclair suddenly cocks sideways and falls off of the nail it was hanging on.

#Now I don't know where you went wrong

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

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

Flash to a new image of Julius Fairweather holding one of the Project: Honor Tag Team Championship Titles.

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

Flash to an image of Angelo Caito holding the Project: Honor Gatekeeper Championship.

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

We get a small clip of our first dark match of Henry Lee Hyde manhandling Bianca McBride

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

A second dark match clip shows Jacob Steele staring at Jason Long from the ring, while Noah Hope stands behind Jacob.

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

Cut to an image of the first live match of the show. Earl Boyde, James Ranger, and Cain Sinclair…all standing in front of a green screen showing the Golden Gate Bridge.

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

Move to the next match and we see Valkyrie with her Ascension Championship, standing with Druscilla White and Matthew Knox. Across from them is Nick Danger, Logan Burgess, and Latoya Hixx. The green screen behind them? Showing a haunting image of Alcatraz Island.

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

Next up, the third match of the night and we see Alyssa Grace standing with her arm interlocked with her opponent, Savannah Sunshine. Behind them is an image of San Francisco’s Twin Peaks landscape.

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

The Headliner is up next as we see Havoc and Michael Bishop standing across from each other, .the image of the US Pampanito behind them.

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

Finally the Main Event image. We have True Society Members Syndicate, Billy Bennett, and Slade Castle on one side…and Jason Long, Julius Fairweather, and Sawyer on the other, all standing in front of an image of the Fort Mason Center.

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

The words fade out to a new set of words: ‘EPISODE XVII: WIRED ACTIONS’

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

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








All three men are inside of the ring, with Earl Boyde looking more than ready for a brawl. Boyde and Ranger take their time targeting Sinclair, a beat down on the man, an absolute mugging. With Sinclair properly dumped to the corner, Boyde nails him with a devastating UP AND DOWN! Oklahoma Stampede leaves Sinclair laid out on the canvas. Ranger keeps his eyes on the action, not even bothering to get involved to the surprise of absolutely no one. Boyde glances at Ranger, waiting to see if he would try anything, but Ranger simply stands in a corner with hands raised slightly.

Boyde drops down, covering Sinclair as he hooks one of the legs lazily. He yells at the referee to make the count, to which the referee obliges as their hand slaps down onto the canvas. A total of three slaps to the canvas signaled the end for Sinclair as Boyde shoved him from the ring with an attitude. Boot shoving against the male who had been promptly dumped onto the outside of the ring as Boyde soaked up the cheers around him.

CLARA OLSON: HERE IS YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL... EEEAAARRRLLL BBBOOOYYYDDDEEE!





Sitting backstage in a secluded area, Savannah Sunshine sat wrapping her wrists up with some tape as two figures came over blocking what little light she already had. Ripping off the tape at the ends, she was prepared to let out a long list of complaints about whoever had interrupted her personal time before her match. But, when she glanced up to find her baby sister, Avery, and Avery's boyfriend, Oli, it was enough to send a smile across her lips.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: What the heck? What are you two doing here?!

Savannah stood up, hugging both of them in a group hug before letting go. Avery couldn't help the gentle laughter that spilled from her lips as one hand reached out to hold one of Savannah's, and the other held one of Oli's free hands.

AVERY ANDREWS: We just wanted to come show our support. I figured with Asher out on his own, you could use all the support you can get around here. Even if that means we've gotta pay for a ticket every single show to come check on you.

OLI: Not that it's a problem! I mean, it gives us a chance to enjoy the show while we're here too. But, Avery was admittedly a little worried about how you might be feeling tonight. So, it's my fault that she's here since I'm the one who brought her here.

Oli rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and Savannah merely shakes her head. A playful finger waggle in their direction from where she is stood.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: How DARE you two show up without notice! That is just absolutely UNACCEPTABLE and should NEVER happen again.

Her tone is super playful, all three of them laughing, before it grows silent again. Savannah glances around, almost on edge now that she realizes how serious this could be.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You two should get back out there to your seats. It's not safe for you to be back here. I can protect you, but that's not the point. There's only one of me and there is too much going on around here. Come on, I'll walk you guys out real quick.

Avery dares to try to complain, but Savannah throws up a hand, in a way to silence her sister from talking back. Avery sighs softly, walking hand in hand with Oli as Savannah has her head on a swivel while walking them to their seats out with the other fans.






With the sounds of ‘Kingslayer’ playing over the speakers, the former Prime Champion enters the arena through the curtain and makes his way down to the ring. Dressed in a more casual look of a pair of slim fit black denim jeans and a white baggy hoodie, he stands at the top of the ramp with his right hand resting in his pocket and his left hand holding a microphone by his side, soon beginning his slow walk down to the ring and finding himself avoiding any fan from reaching out unlike he’d normally would be.

ALARA ADAMS: Kayden, I feel as if we’ve watched the downward spiral of Jason Long since Night of Honor and with how things have been for the past couple of weeks, don’t you think he’s become a very different man than how we’re normally expected to see from him?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Here’s the thing, Alara. Jason Long has always been the unorthodox and unexpecting man to ever come against, he’s always been that kind of man ever since he brought himself onto this brand and there’s nights where you don’t know what kind of man you’re getting.

ALARA ADAMS: But, what about tonight?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Tonight, however? I’ve never seen anything like this before, the last couple of weeks, I’ve not seen anything like this from him before. This is new and, I’ll be real with you here, I do not like this one bit.

Jason brings himself up towards the steps and finds himself standing inside of the middle of the ring before he places the microphone down onto the mat below and asks for a chair to be brought into the ring. A member of the ringside crew is able to give Jason what he wants and hands him a chair, to which he unfolds and places down in the center of the ring. The former King takes a moment to stand there, looking down at the chair and taking a deep breath, before he takes a seat and picks up the microphone again. With the music fading away and all that is heard is the crowd inside of the Chase Center, Jason takes a moment to sit there and soak in the reaction from the crowd.

JASON LONG: Week after week. Same shit, different day.

Another pause.

JASON LONG: I know that I’ve like… vaguely talked about it leading up to this very night… but what happened at The Purge has truly made me think to myself more than any other loss has since I’ve come to this company back at the start of the year. I’ve never been one to constantly doubt myself because of everything that’s happened to me in recent memories or anything like that. I'd normally hold my head up high and hope for the best because normally – what I bring in every single match of mine is the best that I can give. I’m not one to slack, I’ve never been one to slack, but after what happened at The Purge and how things ended for me? Made me realise something that I – either didn’t want to admit to or really have been clueless about this whole time – have been blinded by my own shine that I never saw what really awaited for me when it was stripped away from me like it’s nothing.

A swift gesture with his hand to the right, like he was brushing away something.

JASON LONG: I never prepared myself for the day that I'd have to stand - or even sit - here in the middle of this ring and be stripped of everything that I had. I never thought that I’d have everything stripped away from me so soon either. This feeling that I have deep within my bones… It's something new, something I’m not too sure about, and something that needs to be changed before it gets any worse than before. And although I can deny it as much as I could, admitting that the glory of what I had? It being gone has greatly affected me and greatly makes me hurt a little on the inside. Admitting that the man you once knew as a king was gone for good, that's a harsh low blow taken out on myself. Having to admit that the vision of me being the ruler of this land has faded away into obscurity is something that I am not too proud about. And as I sit here and tell each and every single one of you about how I feel during all of this, it kills me to even look up and see the world for itself. See all of you having to suffer with us in what are the dark times of this brand. Knowing I could have stopped this so much sooner and yet, we're all going through the motions of what is a True Society's supremacy.

Jason lowered his head, leaned a little bit forward and kept himself silent for a moment. The crowd began to cheer for Jason as he lifted his head up and allowed himself to soak in the crowd's reaction.

JASON LONG: As I’ve said before, with the end result of The Purge? It made me think to myself of how much more that I had left in the tank to continue, even if I had a future Prime Championship shot in the future. It made me think, and then I thought to myself about how it all went wrong for me, and at that moment? It all clicked into my mind. This isn’t even my fault. None of this was all of my fault and the thought that I could have won this whole Purge is what kills me more than just the loss itself. The fact that I could have been sitting here in front of you with the briefcase by my feet is what kills me and all of you know exactly who to fuckin’ blame for that to not have happened. Each and every single one of you can blame Jacob Steele for it. Blame him for the loss against Noah Hope before I had to kill that son of a bitch at The Purge, blame him for pulling me off of the ladder and knocking me down before letting Syndicate and True Society win the Universal Briefcase, blame him for throwing me off of my game for the past fuckin’ month. Hell, he’s probably sitting somewhere and thinking to himself that it’s absolutely hilarious he’s been the reason for my recent downfall after Havoc took the only thing that mattered to me away. Finding himself in some dark room and laughing his ass off thinking that Jason Long is weak and it’s all his fault.

A laugh soon came from the former Prime Champion, bringing himself back and adjusting his seated position.

JASON LONG: Mate, you have no idea how fucked you are.

Upon finishing the sentence, his smile is soon wiped away and left a stern look on his face.

JASON LONG: Jacob Steele, the boy who constantly cried for just a crumb of clout. A little bit of something that makes him look good in front of everyone and makes him look tough, strong, and something to be feared by. The man that has gone through so many ressurections that it’s constantly reacted with a fuckin’ eye roll than people cheering “HOLY SHIT, IT’S JACOB STEELE! HE’S BACK!” because I can assure you that there isn’t a single person in this fuckin’ world that cares that much of a shit about you. Hell, Jacob, what the hell have you been doing since people have given a shit about you? Wasn’t it back at Wrestleworld where everyone saw you made a fool of yourself and got mollywhopped around by Alice Gamer? Shit, did anyone even respect you back then? Did anyone even care for you that much back then? All you were — and all that you ever will be — was the butt of every joke, the laughing stock, the clown that everyone gets to point at. And you can’t tell me otherwise now, take a look at the fucking face paint that you came out with at The Purge. A new look everytime you leave and come back, you aren’t fuckin’ shit, Steele. What you have just done is put yourself in front of the firing line of others and hoped that I’d become your main focus. Putting yourself into the firing line and hoping I wouldn’t do anything without having to cut through you. Is that really what you want me to do, Steele? Is that really what you’d like me to attempt before having to fight for the Prime Championship? Because that’s what you stand in the way of, the four people I shall be meeting at Wired Consequences, and I already know I can best all four of them on my best fuckin’ day. The proof was at The Purge.

Jason stands up from where he was seated, reaching his hand back into his pocket and holding onto something inside of it, looking to almost pull it out as he keeps a smile on his face. Almost chuckling to himself.

JASON LONG: And here’s the thing, Steele. I just don’t have the time anymore to care about people who want to get in my way for a bit of attention, I just don’t have the energy to just waste on people who think they’re tough and won’t stop until I force my hand to make a move onto them and beat them down. So really, Steele, I had no other choice. You’ve forced my hand into thinking of ways I could cut through you without having to waste a single breath or without even breaking a sweat.

With his arm being pulled out of his hoodie pocket, the crowd inside of the Chase Center all gasp in unison upon seeing the firearm in Jason’s hand. A Desert Eagle loaded with .50 Action Express.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh my GOD… HE’S GOT A GUN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Alara, stay down! Just stay the hell down!

Jason shows the firearm to the camera before beginning to circle around the ring and allowing everyone in the audience to take a look at Jason bringing the barrel of the gun to the side of his head, keeping the finger on the trigger as he taps the gun’s barrel onto the side of his head.

JASON LONG: Y’all think I wasn’t fuckin’ playing any more, huh? Y’all really thought I wasn’t going to let people just walk all over me again and not take matters into my own fuckin’ hands? You don’t understand the fuckin’ power that I have in my hands right now because I know I have everyone back there in those locker rooms on the edge of their seats wondering what my next move will be. I could easily run back there and empty out this whole fuckin’ magazine of .50AE on whoever I find. But let’s be real here, I wouldn’t just waste these chambers on anyone. There’s a bullet in this gun for every single one of those that stands in my way of taking my place at the throne of Fallout again. There’s one for Sawyer. There’s one for Julius. There’s one for Robi. There’s one for Steele. And then, there’s one for Havoc as well.

He began to laugh to himself, bringing himself back into the middle of the ring and standing behind the chair.

JASON LONG: See, inside of there — inside of my own mind — I’ve become something more, I’ve become something different, I’ve become the one thing I wished I never had to look back on again and let me tell you that it hurts to know that I’ve turned to that side of me again and I’ve turned back into being this psychotic lunatic that knows no boundaries and doesn’t even care for his own mental well-being anymore. Everyone back there is thinking that what I’m doing is just showing off and trying to grab people’s attention because I’ve fallen off and I’ve become lost without my crowns…

As Jason extended his arm upward and pointed the gun up to the ceiling, he pulled on the trigger and fired a shot up into the roof, which caused a loud bang to echo throughout the Chase Center. He brought his arm down and showed off the gun once more, seeing the smoke exiting from the barrel of the firearm.

JASON LONG: You fuckin’ tell me if that’s for show and tell. You fuckin’ tell me if that’s to grab people’s fuckin’ attention. Because all that I see is someone that’s become lost. Someone that has nothing to lose doing his fuckin’ best to make people aware that I am still the unspeakable force that people should fear for their lives for. Havoc, Robi, Sawyer, and Julius. All four of you are going to get the best out of me and I will make fuckin’ sure of it and trust me, there’s only one man that’s going to get that Prime Championship at the end of the night and you are fuckin’ looking at him. I don’t care what I have to do to make sure of it either. If I have to wrestle you, if I have to hurt you with the intention of maiming you alive, if I have to hurt you with the intention of ending careers, ending lives, or whatever there might be. The results are always going to be the same. And even if I have to put a bullet inside of you, it won’t matter because I have one for each of you and your names are etched onto those bullets.

He pauses.

JASON LONG: And as for you, Steele. You have picked the wrong fuckin’ time to have messed with me and picked the wrong fuckin’ day to choose you want to live or if you want to fuckin’ die because now? Well, shit son, you’re out of options to pick. And considering how much you want to stand in front of my way of becoming The King again, the only way you’d leave this whole thing behind is inside of your own casket. Watching you being put six feet under and watching everyone you loved and everyone that loved you cry, weep, and break out into emotion knowing that you sacrificed for a stupid cause of getting into the wrong man’s head. Then again, Steele, I’m being generous when I say “the people that loved you” because there isn’t a single fuckin’ man, woman, or child that’ll care about you being gone. They’ll finally be able to tell how much they waited for you to kick the bucket. They’ll be able to tell how much they wanted you to kick the bucket. And when it’s said and done, Steele?

Again, he pauses for a moment and leaned in close to the camera recording from ringside, capturing the right angle from below.

JASON LONG: They’ll be the ones thanking me for it. And I’ll happily be the one to shout to the world that I’ve ridden this world of scum like you, and then of scum like True Society, and then save this brand of everything that has wronged it before. And everyone’s probably sick and tired of me saying the same thing as before. Hearing about me wanting to end True Society and how I will murder each and every single one of them in cold blood. Well, do you fuckin’ believe me now? DO YOU FUCKIN’ BELIEVE ME NOW, YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECES OF SHIT!? THIS SHIT ISN’T A FUCKIN’ GAME ANYMORE, THIS SHIT ISN’T ABOUT CAREERS OR ANYTHING ELSE, IT’S ABOUT FUCKIN’ LIVES AND I WILL TAKE SOME TO MAKE SURE THAT I – ALONG WITH OTHERS – CAN FIND PEACE ON THIS BRAND AGAIN!

Jason takes a deep breath to calm himself down, the silence within the Chase Center is almost deafening beyond comparison.

JASON LONG: And you’re all sitting around there wondering about which army I fuckin’ choose in this war, but the thing is, I choose my own army. I choose my own battles. And this is a war between me and you. Yeah, I’m speaking directly to fuckin’ you. Arik. This is about me and you, nobody else. You might have an army but I am willing to go to bat to take each and every single one of them down. One by fuckin’ one. Piece by fuckin’ piece. And it starts tonight with your champions and your new protege you’ve baited in to be brainwashed by your bullshit. Billy Bennett, Slade Castle, and Syndicate? They’re all gonna fuckin’ suffer. They’re all gonna fuckin’ beg for mercy after tonight. And that’ll be the first shot fired from me in this war. It might have taken me this long to fire that first shot but I’m a patient man, I like to wait for things to happen and let it come naturally, and considering how much you’re rushing to create this cult of yours to lead a new example and to lead a new life on this brand. I just know that you have come to this battlefield unprepared. I just know you’ve come onto this battlefield picking the best of the best that accepted your invitation into this war and then not having the faintest of clues as to what needs to be done. They’re following orders, I follow nobody but myself. You lead by example, I lead myself into the dangers and not daring to even look back. Because I have nothing to lose, and nothing to gain, but the blood that’ll spill onto my hands will make up for everything that you’ve caused me. Onto the ones that I have loved. Onto the ones that I have been close with. Onto the ones that I have shared a neutral respect with. Tonight, it’s the first shot. Then, it’ll be the first pillar to break as I take the Prime Championship away from Havoc. And then, total annihilation on True Society.

A light smirk soon grew on Jason’s face.

JASON LONG: Because four people are going to be walking into that arena, into that ring, and all have the same goal in mind. To make sure they walk out with the Prime Championship. But they’re nothing like me. Nothing like what I am coming into that match prepared with. And it’s simple really because there’s four people entering that ring…

Jason pointed the gun down to the camera below him, faking to fire a bullet from the gun.

JASON LONG: Now there’s just three…

Again, like before, he pretends to fire a second shot from the gun.

JASON LONG: Now there’s just two…

Again, he fires a pretend shot. Though, this time, he fires a second quick pretend shot right after. A twisted looking smile creeps along his face as he does so. His voice whispered into the microphone.

JASON LONG: Now it’s just me.

Jason began to laugh as he adjusted his posture and stood up to his feet, leaning against the ropes and looking directly into the hard camera.

JASON LONG: When I shoot, I don’t fuckin’ miss. Remember that when I body the whole fuckin’ field in front of me. And their blood… will be on your hands.

With that said, Jason drops the microphone over the ropes and 'Kingslayer' rips through the speakers once again as he exits through the ropes and walks back up the ramp, keeping the firearm by his side as security soon circled around him before he could pull off something stupid.










What shouldn’t even have been a match, it almost seemed like a three-on-one as Valkyrie, Druscilla, and Knox all made quick work of Nick Danger and Logan Burgess…leaving Latoya Hixx all by herself. And although Latoya tried her best to fight and earn herself a nice shiny…there was no getting past the Wolves of Odinn. Valkyrie and Dru played with their prey while Knox watched over Danger and Burgess, who had been tossed to the outside and lay on the ground in piles of flesh.

Once Valkyrie and Dru decided enough was enough, Dru blasted Latoya with a Mooncraft Prayer (Tombstone Piledriver) and left Hixx open for Valkyrie to drop from the top rope and hit a Gungnir (Coup-de-grace) on the bleeding Hoeski. Valkyrie was quick to hook the leg for three count…and made sure to wipe some of the blood coming from a gash on Latoya’s head on the already blood stained Ascension Championship.

CLARA OLSON: Your winners…Druscilla White, Matthew Knox…AND STILL YOUR ASCENSION CHAMPION…VAAALLLLKKYYYRRRIIIEEE!!!




We cut to the back where we see the Fallout GM sitting at his desk. By the angle of the camera, we can see he is scrolling through twitter. He stops at Savannah Sunshine’s December fifth post about everyone having babies, but no weddings lately. He lets out a small sigh.

ARIK HOLT: Savannah…why do you burden yourself with him?

Arik reaches into his desk and pulls out what looks like a medium size decorative box.

ARIK HOLT: Again, he isn’t on top of the world…so he begins to sulk, worry about only himself, and become the attention seeking whore he is. Meanwhile you? You are left to worry. You are left to wonder. I haven't seen such relationship turmoil since my high school days…

He turns a key on the front of the box, unlocking it with a small click noise.

ARIK HOLT: I know we have had our ups and downs…but I am willing to look past it. He is unwilling to make you an honest woman and while he is willing to give you up for the world…

Arik opens the music box as it begins to chime “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from Phantom of the Opera. But it isn’t the music that should catch everyone’s attention…it’s the diamond ring spinning on a mechanism in the middle of the box that is the most eye grabbing.

ARIK HOLT: …I am willing to give up the world for you.

Arik watches the ring spin for a moment before the scene fades away.




We're moments away from Savannah Sunshine and Alyssa Grace from going one on one against each other, but, before that happens, the arena lighting turns red. Smoke starts filling the air as on the screen is a scenery of a cemetery late at night. Gravestones, burials, and the misery of death consumes. Then, breaking the silence, steps in Angelo Caito. In his hand is the Gatekeeper Championship, grasped in his hand and what looks like to be a folder in another hand. Angelo sits on a tombstone and places his championship in his lap before opening the folder. First thing he grabs is a picture of him with the first ever championship he held.

ANGELO CAITO: A title that wasn't made yet until I joined. I was pushed to the forefront to hold this title as its first champion.

Angelo tosses the picture in front of him before pulling out another picture of him holding another title.

ANGELO CAITO: This title was what lead me to being a reliable and fighting champion. Throw in five...

Angelo pulls out five more pictures before tossing them all in front of him.

ANGELO CAITO: .. more reigns as a Champion. None ever lasted past a first defense. During my long career, I failed to retain a title. After the last run, I questioned myself if I was to ever win gold again.

Angelo looks down at his lap and lifts up the Gatekeeper Championship.

ANGELO CAITO: I have no questions now. From 2018 to before the Purge, I fought and fought to become a part of history all over again, and I did it. When nobody in Project Honor really believed I would, I won. Ever since I've came to this company, I've been building this empire higher, brick… by… brick.

Angelo chuckles a bit.

ANGELO CAITO: Raising it to new heights. I thought I would have to embrace getting cheers and playing the good guy to be able to get this opportunity. I thought I would need to join a fight against True Society to get to the promised land. I don't. I don't need Jason Long, Savannah Sunshine, Julius Fairweather, anyone from Leaking Faucet Drip Inc or anyone anymore. Angelo Caito is THEE Gatekeeper Champion. And I will remain Champion until I die… just like my past.

Angelo hops off the tombstone before revealing it says "Old Angelo Caito 2015-2021". Looking down, it's shown the grave he was above is open and inside are the pictures he tossed in, gear, signs, and replica of titles. Angelo pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and a lighter. He lights the cigarette and holds it in his grasp.

ANGELO CAITO: Just like my addiction… my past is going to burn away..

He then drops the cigarette into the grave, watching everything catch on fire.

ANGELO CAITO: I am "The New" Angelo Caito vatos. And I won't sleep until every jobber piece of shit that comes for my title gets buried next to each other and I make this title mean more than Prime, than Noble, than Grand, than X-Factor, than Legacy as well. This title started as a joke, it's going to end as the greatest of all time.. but, if you ask how… well….

The Devil Made Me Do It.

Angelo grins as he places the Gatekeeper Championship over his shoulder before leaving, letting the grave burn as the segment ends.






The lights in the arena dim completely down as Bloody Knuckles by Sleeping With Sirens begins to blast throughout the arena, a sudden and bright white spotlight beams down at the top of the entrance ramp. Alyssa Grace steps out into the spotlight, a bright smile on her face, clearly full of energy. After taking a moment to soak in the reaction from the crowd, she pumps one first into the air and turns that into a two finger salute as four white and green coloured pyro's to her left and right shoot off one after the other, dropping her arm as the lights go normal and she is introduced.

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen…the next match is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! Introducing first, from County Wicklow, Ireland…weighing in at one-hundred and thirty pounds…THE CRIMSON COMBATANT…ALYSSA GRRRAAAACCCEEE!!!

As Alyssa is introduced, she confidently struts down the ramp, slapping hands with the audience, doing her best to interact with as many people as she possibly can. Before she slides into the ring, she searches for a member of the audience at ringside (usually a child or teenager) and approaches them, taking her leather jacket off and giving it to them to keep.

Alyssa hops up onto the apron and leans against the ropes, taking in the atmosphere in one final time before doing the standard rock ‘n’ roll salute, index finger up, middle fingers down, pinky up and thumb in, she then enters the ring and immediately heads towards the top turnbuckle, perching herself on it, bowing her head ever so slightly and smirking as her music fades out.

CLARA OLSON: And her opponent…from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds…THE SWEET GIRL WITH A SOUR KICK…SAVANNAH…SUUUUNNNSSHIIINNNEEE!!!

"oh my gosh, don't you know i'm a savage?" the voice of winter from aespa comes through the speakers as savannah sunshine comes bursting from the backstage area. she stands at the top of the ramp, posing with her right hand in a peace sign over her eye. running to one side of the ramp, she gets the crowd hyped up, jumping around and waving her hands around. she repeats this action on the other side of the ramp, before making her way down the ramp to greet fans who stand or sit at ringside.

"i'm a killa, neoreul kkael ae. ajikdo garigo hwangageul pyeolchin neo. paella we holler. duryeopji ana neo neo, hit you harder." as the verse passes by, savannah has made it to the bottom of the ramp after slapping hands and hugging fans, as well as giving out candy to any young fans she may come across. making her way up the steel steps, she strides across the apron, until she meets the halfway point. grasping onto the top rope, she slingshots herself upwards, twisting around until her body faces the ramp, where she tucks her legs and does a backwards roll into the ring.

"nal mireo neoheo. deep fake on me. junbiga andwen mudaero. moraneoheo fake on me. got everybody mock up to me. suchireul neukkige mentaleul heundeureonwa. ssaneulhan gwanjung muneojyeo ae. deoneun neol mot chama. say no!" popping back up to her feet, both hands form together beneath her chin with a bright grin. as her music slowly dies out, she heads to one corner of the ring, smiling brightly as the fans shower her in cheers. she dances around as her music fades out, hips swaying to the beat as she sings along.

DING! DING! DING!

The arena is split 50/50, both the names “Grace” and “Sunshine” echoes, pouring out the arena so loud that it can be heard for miles around. Both females stare down with malicious intent, neither going into tonight expecting to have to hold back against their opponent. Grace maneuvers to the center of the ring, extending a hand for Savannah to shake. Sunshine looks down at Alyssa's hand before shaking it, before pulling Grave in with a roll up.

ONE!
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah trying to get the sneaky pin there.

Grace with a look of annoyance and frustration, quickly goes for a right hand in anger of Sunshine's rejection; however Savannah catches Alyssa's right before flooring her with her own right hand. Grace now sitting on the mat is looking directly up at Savannah , who steps back, motioning for Grace to stand. Grace pulls herself to her feet, nodding to herself, understanding that Savannah will be showing her no sort of backing up tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Savannah seems that she came out to play.

Both circle the ring, and finally they combust, both rushing forward, Alyssa overpowering Savannah as she picks her up before driving her into the turnbuckles. She quickly attempts to follow up with a belly-to-belly Suplex however Savannah actually Headbuts Alyssa, stunning the challenger who releases her hold of Savannah. Savannah would quickly follow up, springboarding from the middle turnbuckle, to the top rope, delivering a stunning dropkick directly to the skull of Alyssa, sending her flying through the ropes and onto the ring apron. Things are starting off hot right away and it doesn’t look to be slowing down as Savannah sprints, bouncing off the ropes before leaping over the top rope on the other side, over Alyssa before grabbing hold of Alyssa’s waist and delivering a sunset flip Powerbomb just minutes into the match!

ALARA ADAMS: JAY-sus child!

Savannah lifts Alyssa up as she turns her attention to the crowd who are fired up! She screams as they cheer him on further. She throws the already stunned Alyssa to the floor as she clears the announcers table. Alyssa quickly attempts to fight back however a swift kick to the gut, followed by a nasty uppercut, sends Alyssa back down. Savannah proceeds to lay Alyssa onto the announcers table, calling for something big. She re-enters the ring, before sprinting, springboarding off the top rope going for a 450 splash through the announcers tables but just prior to impact, Alyssa rolls out of the way, sending Savannah brutally crashing through the table! We are just five minutes in and both women are already on the receiving end of some unbearable pain.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Savannah wanting to keep her small single hot streak alive while Alyssa wants to impress tonight.

The referee, being lenient for such a blockbuster match, allows medical attendance to check on both women, however Alyssa , back to her feet…throws several medical attendance out of the way as she grabs hold of Savannah before throwing her back into the ring. Alyssa climbs up onto the apron before looking over at the top turnbuckle, the fans now screaming in encouragement. Alyssa nodding, scales the top ropes, however, before being able to position herself, she’s attacked and bombarded with rights and lefts, allowing Savannah to quickly scale up the ropes, lift Alyssa up into electric chair position and deliver an Electric Chair German Suplex from the top rope! He’s not done there however as she doesn’t release, lifting Alyssa back up into a release German! Savannah pins Alyssa…

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah almost had it! She has to be quicker than that.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Probably freaked that her man was out here earlier, shooting a fucking gun!

ALARA ADAMS: And I don’t see things ending well if Holt brings a knife to a gun fight.

Grace kicks out of the first pin fall in this heated match. Savannah nodding understanding what more must be done as she begins looking for a sling blade, awaiting Grace to reach her feet. Upon doing so, Savannah rebounds off the ropes however, Grace quickly bounces off the opposite ropes before catching Savannah with a Spear! She's not finished there however, quickly grabbing hold of her opponent, lifting him straight up and performing a Pumphandle Neckbreaker.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: ALYSSA with the near fall!!

The combination of high impact maneuvers fails as Alyssa only nods much as Sunshine did, also understanding it will take much more to put Sunshine away. Alyssa begins beating on the mat, calling for a maneuver, however, just before completion, Sunshine shoves Alyssa into the turnbuckles, before following it up with a disgusting dropkick to the back of Alyssa’s neck! Alyssa now laying on the mat, Sunshine looks around before pointing at the top turnbuckle herself, the crowd electric! Showing much approval. Nodding, Sunshine scales the top turnbuckle however as soon as she focuses on her opponent, it’s too late. Alyssa in a sudden burst of energy hightails before leaping to the top turnbuckle and landing a hurricanrana from the top rope rope to the middle of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Someone needs to check Sav’s neck…that bish just got twisted!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Nah! I’m sure it’s pretty loose from all the rubbernecking she does. Jason…Arik…Scar…

Alyssa gets to her feet, signaling the end as she pulls Savannah up to her feet and spins her around, looking 'Snap Out Of It", but Savannah breaks free and superkicks Alyssa in the back of her head before nailing a German Suplex, slamming Grace on her neck, but doesn't let go and pulls Alyssa to her feet before spinning her around and locks Grace in a suplex position, lifting Alyssa up in the air, spins and nails 'Starburst', planting Alyssa Grace before Savannah covers her…

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner by pinfall…SAVANNAH…SUNSHIIIINNNEEE!!!

The ref tries to raise Savannah’s hand into the air, but she instead looks down at Alyssa. Kneeling down and grasping her arm, she helps her friend up to her feet. Both women look at each other before Savannah extends her arms for a hug. Grace, wasting no time, accepts the hug as the two warriors hug before Alyssa breaks free and leaves the ring to Savannah.





Once again we find ourselves in the office of the Fallout General Manager. Arik sits quietly at a desk, when the door opens and in walks Druscilla White.

ARIK HOLT: DRUSCILLA! Wonderful to see you!

Arik, still seeing the music box on his desk, grabs it and puts it down on the ground…standing to his feet to be respectful of Dru.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Robi said you wanted to talk to me?

ARIK HOLT: Yes, please sit.

Arik motions to the chair in front of his desk…which Druscilla takes and sits down. Arik follows suit, sitting in his own chair.

ARIK HOLT: So once again, I am VERY happy to not only have you join Fallout, but to join True Society as well.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Well I can’t let Robi have all the fun…now can I?

ARIK HOLT: Well in a few weeks…you might be having a little more fun at the pay-per-view.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Listen, I’ll never scoff at a nice four-on-four. We are going to tear those-

ARIK HOLT: I’m…I’m sorry, but I need to interrupt you.

Druscilla looks at Arik, a little confused as to what he means and to why he interrupted her.

ARIK HOLT: No offense…but as if the Gods have smiled on you…your match is being changed.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: So no four-on-four anymore?

ARIK HOLT: Well, it’s being changed to a three-on-three. But you?

Arik reaches into his pocket and pulls something out that can’t be seen yet. With a ringing metal noise, Arik flips the object into the air, towards Druscilla. Instinctively Dru grabs it out of the air and looks at it…seeing it is a P-Token from the Purge Match.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: What?

ARIK HOLT: Robi and I talked and she thought for the time being, that she has her own Division to conquer. Possibly to keep you away from HER title…she gave me her P-Token back and asked that I give it to you instead.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Wait…what are you saying?

ARIK HOLT: It means that at December twenty-sixth’s Wired Consequences…you will be inserted into the Prime Championship Match instead of Valkyrie.

Druscilla finally realizing the whole picture, looks up at Arik.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Is she sure? Are YOU sure?

ARIK HOLT: I would trust Robi with my life. And if she has that much trust in you to give you her title shot…then I have just as much trust in you.

Druscilla stands to her feet.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: I…I have to go find her and tell her how thankfu-

She looks up at Holt.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: …how much of an IDIOT she is!!!

ARIK HOLT: Enjoy!

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Oh, I will.

Dru turns and walks out of the office as Arik watches her leave his room, before picking the music box back up and placing it back on his desk.




The feed changes to somewhere backstage where we see a glimmer in the dark being held by a silhouetted man. A voice begins to come from the shadowed man.


??: Last time we met in the ring, I failed. Not only did I fail, but it seems that from that failure something bigger started to grow. You might even say Big Drip Productions is my fault... Nah, that little shit Petey would've found a way with or without his continuing tag team partnership with Julius.

A light turns on above the man's head. It's Slade Castle, sitting in a steel folding chair with the Noble Championship on his shoulder.

SLADE CASTLE: The Motherfuckers. What a load of shit. After that match I had some time to think about what happened. I may have underestimated my opponents, I've done that a lot. Who could blame me? We all know Petey ain't anywhere near Julius' league. However that doesn't mean he lacks fighting spirit. Well, guess who has a second chance? And I'm not gonna throw it away. This time I will be better prepared and my eyes are set on you Petey. After Mall Mayhem, I won another shot at those belts with a partner of my choosing. Well I will be challenging for those belts on my own turf this time. At Wired Consequences, I want Julius Fairweather and Lil' Petey, The Motherfuckers, Representing Big Drip Productions versus me and a mystery partner of my choosing. I will obviously be representing True Society. You want to play games Petey? You want to start a War with True Society? Well don't be surprised when we start dropping bombs on your ass.

Slade looks to his left shoulder and readjusts his Noble Championship. Slade then looks to his right shoulder. Slade rolls his bare shoulder and rests his hand there.

SLADE CASTLE: Soon, I'll have even more weight on my shoulders. Not just physical weight when I take those tag titles from The Motherfuckers, but the weight of relying on a partner. So who am I choosing as my partner? This is something I've thought long and hard about. I could go with Valkyrie again, I know she'd have my back just like before. Maybe give a fresh face in True Society a chance to show what they got like Billy Bennet. I know Havoc already has his own issues with Julius. Julius does hold one of those Prime coins, so Havoc probably wouldn't mind the chance to take Julius' title away instead. Hell, maybe I could even get someone with a little bit of Legacy to their name...

A wicked grin slithers across Slade's face. Slade leans back into his chair looking to the ceiling as he ponders his options. Moments pass as Slade rubs his chin in thought. Slade slowly lowers his attention back to the camera.

SLADE CASTLE: I got a lot of options to choose from, but I think I'll save that announcement for another day. I will say this, I got my eyes set on Petey, so that means that my partner has to be as bad of a motherfucker as Julius Fairweather himself. That's a high ask. After all, I know Julius. At Mall Mayhem he got into my head and I hesitated. He has a strange code of honor I don't think a lot of people know about or understand. He also has a lot of pride. I know he takes pride in his little team with Petey. He takes pride in being champion. So Julius, don't take this personally.

Slade stands from his chair and looks down to the camera.

SLADE CASTLE: You're the one who chose to take sides.

Slade then walks off camera leaving the image of nothing but an empty chair in frame.






CLARA OLSON: The following contest is set FOR ONE FALL!


As the opening riffs of “For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica blast through the speakers, the crowd cheer loudly for the arrival of Michael Bishop along with Bo Maro by his side, they make their walk to the ring as the fans cheer loudly for The Revenant.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, being accompanied by Bo Maro and wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois – weighing in tonight and two hundred and forty-seven pounds, he is The Big Boss… THE DRRRREADKNIIIIIGHT… MICHAEL BIIIIIISHOPPPPP!!!!

Bishop stares down towards the ring, like a death stare as he makes it to ringside and hops onto the ring apron, entering the ring and heading to his corner. He patiently awaits a man he has quite the history with, knowing how much it takes to fight the demon of Havoc. But with the music fading away, he knows what comes next.


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

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent, wrestling out of Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and eighteen pounds… he is the current reigning Project: Honor Prime Champion… THE NIGHTMAAAAAREEEEEE KIIIINNNNGGGGGG… HAAAAAAAAVVOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!

DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The history with these two has been intense between the rivalry that began within the Omega Wrestling Alliance, knowing the wars that these two have had with one another in The Great War, and knowing how tough both of these men are? It’s going to be taking a lot to knock either man down.

With the bell ringing and the match beginning, both men just stare at one another as they await for the other to make their first move. Havoc and Bishop begin to circle around the ring and just keep eye contact with one another, not even daring to take their eyes off of one another before both men rush one another and begin to grapple with one another in a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Bishop, being the heavier man of the two, begins to push Havoc back into the ropes– but The Nightmare King tries to turn things around, attempting a Snap Back Suplex but not being able to lift Bishop up as he keeps his feet down. Bishop is able to turn things around and send Havoc over the ropes with a Back Body Drop down to the floor below, and the Prime Champion crashes down hard as he falls and tumbles into the barricade.

ALARA ADAMS: Damn, Havoc took a nasty bump on the head there! Trying his best to overpower someone like Bishop early on but this man knows his grappling game, he knows better than to let his feet be taken off of the ground so early, and it backfired very quickly on the Prime Champion.

Havoc is able to pick himself up off of the floor after taking the heavy head bump along the barricade but as he picks himself up, he’s met with the lariat of Michael Bishop and is taken down once again. Bishop, knowing the full extent of Havoc, picks the champion back up and throws him into the ring apron as the referee’s count reaches to a count of five. Bishop throws Havoc back inside of the ring and slides in right after, picking up Havoc and locking in a Dragon Sleeper hold from the kneeling position that he’s in and with the hold applied, Bishop begins to bring down some clubbing blows right into the chest of Havoc. Bishop soon brings himself to his feet and pulls Havoc up with him, lifting him up and dropping him down to the mat with a heavy Powerslam. The Dreadknight goes for the cover on the Prime Champion, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO–

KICKOUT!

The Nightmare King was able to kick out with some ease as he tries to bring himself up to his feet, but with Bishop still on the prowl, it’s looking difficult for the Prime Champion to have any kind of breathing room. Bishop grabs Havoc and looks to drive him down to the mat with a Saito Suplex but Havoc is able to land on his feet on the flip and now drives a Thrust Kick to the head of The Dreadknight. Now a Jumping High Knee Strike to the head of Bishop. He’s rocked but he shakes it off, swinging down with the Overhand Right– but Havoc moves out of the way and gets behind Bishop, landing another Thrust Kick but to the back of the skull and now with the challenger down on one knee… Havoc grabs the arms and looks for Devil’s Repent just to have it countered and turn into a Release Northern Lights Suplex! Havoc almost dropped down onto his neck with the Suplex as both men were down on the mat.

ALARA ADAMS: These two are bringing it in this match, going from zero to ninety since the beginning, and lord knows what the Prime Champion is thinking right now knowing he’s being overpowered by someone like Michael Bishop.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Like I said earlier, the two have known one another for quite some time and this is just going to be revenge for either of the two, but when you think about it? Bishop and The Frontline walked away from it all as victors, Havoc hung his head low and ate that loss.

ALARA ADAMS: It might be a new drive for him to reawaken and come back stronger in this match, you think?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Absolutely it will be, if he can tap right into that mindset of the past.

As Bishop brings himself to his feet, he spots two figures soon coming down the ramp in the form of Druscilla White and Billy Bennett of True Society, just standing at the middle of the ramp and watching the match from the position they’re in. Bishop keeps his eyes on them for a moment before bringing his focus back onto Havoc again– AND THE CLIMAX LANDS! DRIVING BOTH KNEES RIGHT INTO THE JAW OF BISHOP! HE GOES FOR THE QUICK COVER OFF OF THE LOST FOCUS AND THE STRIKE!

ONE!

TWO–

KICKOUT!

Bishop was able to kick out in time from the Climax but Havoc has now gained the advantage and begins to throw down the heavy punches, sending Bishop down his own Ground and Pound Boulevard and now landing the Arm Trapped Stomps down onto the head of Bishop, landing some serious CTE but Bishop looks like it ain’t taking any effect! Bishop just looks up and brings himself up to one knee as Havoc continues to stomp down onto the head of The Dreadknight, now those stomps becoming kicks to the head but Bishop pulls him in, going overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex – but Havoc catches himself on his feet, quickly turning around to A ONE NINE NINE TO THE HEAD! DROPPING THE CHAMPION AND NOW REBOUNDING OFF OF THE ROPE AND CHARGING INTO A KNEELING HAVOC— CYYYYPHHHHERRRRRR!!! SWINGING BACK ELBOW RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF THE CHAMPION AS BISHOP GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE—

KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc is somehow still alive in this match but by the looks of it, he might not be in it any longer because Bishop is standing in the corner and looking for the final strike, watching Havoc just slowly bring himself to his knees.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But I wouldn’t count the champion out yet, he might be able to come back out of all of this— AND I SPOKE TOO SOON!

Just as Bishop is able to charge in with the Deadman Aeternum, he’s caught right on the jaw with a Thrust Kick and then a Roundhouse Kick right after and now a Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse right after that one! Twisting Bishop around and… The Half and Half Suplex drops The Dreadknight onto his neck! Havoc runs the ropes and looks for a second Climax of the night but he’s caught by Bishop, throwing him off of him but he lands a SICKENING KICK right to the head of Bishop again… BISHOP GOES FOR THE LARIAT! DUCKED! THE CHAMPION REBOUNDS AND THE SLING BLADE LANDS AND DROPS BISHOP DOWN! HAVOC HAS HAD ENOUGH AS HE REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES AGAIN… AND AGAIN… AND—SPEAAAARRRR!!!!! CUTTING THE CHAMPION IN HALF! BISHOP IS PICKING UP HAVOC INTO DEBELLAT– BUT THE CHAMPION SLIDES DOWN THE BACK, COMING OFF OF THE ROPES WITH THE DEAD– QUICK TURNING ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREE LARIAT TURNED HIM INSIDE OUT! BISHOP FALLS BACK INTO THE ROPES AS HAVOC SPRINGS TO HIS FEET… DEADMAN AETER– DEAD TRIGGER!! RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF BISHOP! THE CHAMPION GOES FOR THE COVER!!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE—

KICKOUT! KICKOUT! BISHOP KICKS OUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: HOOOOWWWW?!?!? HOW DID HE KICK OUT!? WHAT FUCKING FORCE DID BISHOP USE TO KICK OUT FROM THE DEAD TRIGGER?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: BISHOP IS A MAN THAT WILL NOT DIE FOR THE SAKE OF LETTING THE EVIL WIN!

Havoc is damn right furious, he’s taking matters into his own hands and grabbing onto the arms of Bishop… DEVIL’S REPENT! BUT HE LIFTS BISHOP BACK UP… A SECOND DEVIL’S REPENT! BUT HE’S LIFTING BISHOP UP FOR A THIRD TIME… A THIRD DEVIL’S REPENT! BISHOP IS ABSOLUTELY OUT OF IT! AND HAVOC IS GOING TO MAKE SURE THE KILLSHOT IS MADE! ARM HOOKED, LIFT… BISHOP SLIDES DOWN THE BACK!? BISHOP REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES, DUCKS THE DEAD TRIGGER ATTEMPT AND REBOUNDS AGAIN… HELLRAISER KNEE STRIKE! HAVOC IS ON WOBBLY LEGS— DEADMAN AETERNUMMMM!!!! BISHOP JUST LAID OUT THE PRIME CHAMPION WITH A BICYCLE BIG BOOT TO THE JAW! THIS COULD BE THE DEAL MAKER! THE UPSET OF A LIFETIME!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE—

BY SOME WAY, HAVOC KICKS OUT! HAVOC IS ABLE TO KICK OUT!

BUT BISHOP WON’T LET THIS RUN DOWN THE CLOCK, HE WON’T LET HAVOC GET THE CHANCE TO BREATHE FOR EVEN A SECOND… HE’S DEADLIFTING HIM UP INTO POSITION FOR THE DEBELLATIO… BUT BILLY BENNETT IS DISTRACTING THE REFEREE… AND DRUSCILLA HAS JUST LOW BLOWED MICHAEL BISHOP!

ALARA ADAMS: NO! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: COME ON! THIS ISN’T RIGHT! THE REFEREE HAD HIS EYES OFF OF THE BALL FOR ONLY A SECOND AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN ENOUGH!

Havoc drives the knee down to the skull of Bishop as the low blow lands and in one swift motion of his feet touching the mat… GIGA DRILL BREAKKKKK!!! THE COVER FROM THE CHAMPION!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… THE PROJECT: HONOR PRIME CHAMPION… HAAAAAVOCCCCCCC!!!!

ALARA ADAMS: DAMMIT! THIS IS SICK! SICK! SICK! TRUE SOCIETY JUST HAD TO RUIN A GOOD THING!

“Repentless” by Slayer plays out for Havoc as he rolls off of Michael Bishop, being handed the Prime Championship by Billy Bennett as Druscilla helps Havoc being pulled out of the ring and True Society are able to stand tall over everyone. Bishop looks completely defeated as he looks towards the ramp and sees Druscilla, Billy, and Havoc with smiles on their faces.










With Fallout’s main event just moments away, Slade Castle is making his way through the backstage area of The Chase Center en route to meet up with his fellow True Society members for their entrance. The former Marine seems completely focused on the upcoming fight, but the suddenly unexpected sound of screeching tires breaks his concentration. Slade turns just in time to see a golden Cadillac burst through a guardrail that separates the private parking area reserved for talent from the rest of the backstage area.

Realizing that the driver has no intention of putting on the brakes, Castle dives to the side at the last moment before the car slams into a stack of equipment crates. Slade’s look of surprise quickly turns to one of rage as he sees Julius Fairweather step out of the driver’s seat. He grabs hold of a nearby metal pipe that had been knocked to the floor by the crash before leaping back to his feet.

SLADE CASTLE: What the fuck?! You try to run me down like a dog?!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: You tried taking my eye, motherfucker! I told you there’d be payback!

With the car resting between them, Slade begins to take out his aggressions on it with the metal pipe, smashing out the passenger side window.

SLADE CASTLE: And I thought you had a sense of honor!

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: That’s the only reason you got a heads up, motherfucker!

Castle continues to make his way around the car toward Julius, smashing out the rear window and taillights of the Cadillac as he does. Julius, already wearing his brass knuckles, waits until Castle takes a swing at the car’s side panel before rushing forward. Fairweather lands a modified superman punch on Slade before he can fully bring the pipe up to protect himself and the blow forces him to stagger backwards. Castle quickly shakes off the punch and charges back forward, tackling Julius and pushing him backwards against the equipment crates. Both men land several punches before Julius is able to kick Castle away, giving him a moment to put some distance between them.

Julius grabs a steel chair to use as his next weapon, but before he can do anything with it, Castle tackles him a second time. The two men crash against a catering table and a large urn of hot coffee topples over to douse both of them. The shock of the scalding hot liquid against their bodies forces both men to forget about each other for a moment as Julius rips off his soaked entrance robe and tosses it aside. Seconds later, Castle charges again, and this time the two men fly through a curtain that separates the backstage area from the main arena floor.

The crowd comes to life as they catch their first glimpse of the brawl firsthand, but neither Slade or Julius seem to notice that their fight now has a massive audience. After several more punches between them, Julius gets his hands on a swinging boom camera and shoves it toward Castle, smacking him in the head. Fairweather then grabs Castle in an attempt to lock him in his Bonnie Situation rear naked choke, but before the hold is locked on, Slade counters with a backwards kick that lands between Julius’ legs.

Then it’s Castle who tries to end the fight by grabbing Julius to lock him in a crossface chickenwing, but Fairweather counters with a low blow of his own. While Slade is stunned, Julius decides to make for the high ground. He begins to climb a camera platform near the entrance, but Castle isn’t about to let the fight end just yet. With Slade climbing up close behind him, Julius reaches the top of the platform and shoves the cameraman aside, lifting the camera off its mounting. It looks as if Julius is going to drop the camera right on Castle’s head as he’s trying to get onto the platform, but Slade is able to reach out and grab Julius by the foot to trip him and save himself.

The brawl quickly continues on top of the platform, with both men throwing hard punches at each other and neither backing down. As the cameraman wisely keeps his distance from the two crazed brawlers, Julius manages to stick his thumb in Castle’s eye. He doesn’t stop there, as he attempts to tear at Slade’s eye with both hands. Completely filled with rage and desperate to save his vision, Castle wraps his arms around Julius and lunges forward, his momentum sending both men off the edge of the platform.

There is enough time for the crowd to let out an audible gasp before everything falls silent, but that silence is only temporary as the sound of Julius and Slade crashing through the entrance stage echoes through the arena like thunder. After a moment of shocked dread, a chant of ‘HOLY SHIT’ erupts from the crowd, but neither of the two fallen warriors are able to hear it. From high above on the platform they fell from, the camera operator points the camera downward to show us both Slade Castle and Julius Fairweather unmoving amongst the wreckage.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh my god! Slade and Julius have killed each other before our main event has even started!

ALARA ADAMS: We’re going to need some help out here!

As backstage personnel rush toward the side of the stage that the two men fell through, the cameras cut away so that some kind of order can be restored before the show continues…





We cut to the backstage area here at the Chase Center, where we’re greeted by a closed gray door. In the center of the door, there’s a Fallout-themed plaque that reads “FALLOUT GENERAL MANAGER - ARIK HOLT”, and behind it, muffled voices can be heard speaking to one another. After a few moments, the door swings open, and the Project: Honor Legacy Champion, Syndicate, steps out into the hallway. Looking back into the room and smiling, the newly minted True Society member yells back one last comment.

SYNDICATE: Don’t worry, Arik, I’ve got it all under control. Hey, after we win, I’ve got us set up with a private room over at ATWater Tavern - drinks on the Outlaw! See you after the match.

Nodding, Syndicate shuts the door and takes a deep breath as he leans against the cement wall. He’s wearing his normal ring attire of a black leather jacket and blue jeans, and over his left shoulder, he holds the black-and-silver Legacy Championship, its faceplate shining bright underneath the overhead lighting. In his right hand, Syndicate carries a black briefcase with his “Los Angeles Outlaw” logo spray-painted on its side - this is, of course, the Universal Briefcase that he won two weeks ago, at the end of the Second Annual Purge. The Los Angeles Outlaw is about to make his way to the entranceway when he’s greeted by a familiar sight off to his left.

SYNDICATE: Ah, look what the gator dragged in.

The camera pivots to reveal fellow True Society newbie, “Cottonmouth” Billy Bennett, walking up to face the Los Angeles Outlaw. Dressed in her typically grungy attire: torn grey denim pants, stained white undershirt and a ratty old leather vest, she stares up at Syndicate through the mess of greasy hair that hangs in front of her face. Paying zero attention to the 'no smoking' signs on the walls, she holds a lit cigarette in one hand as she eyes up her new ‘partner’; she doesn’t look impressed, to say the least.

SYNDICATE: You know, you don’t ALWAYS need to look at me like I just pissed in your soup. We’re on the same side now.

BILLY BENNETT: Sure. Bet you’re happy about it, too. Ain’t nobody gonna be throwin’ ya off no fourth floor while I’m around.

Syndicate chuckles at this as he adjusts the Legacy title on his shoulder.

BILLY BENNETT: Gotta admit, though; I was wonderin’... what does a man who’s already Legacy Champion get outta this arrangement? The boss payin’ ya extra? Do ya just want everyone who could challenge for that belt on your side? Or maaaybe, you’re worried about fightin’ that masked hoss without back-up?

SYNDICATE: I suppose I could ask the same of you. You waltz into this company just three months ago, an absolute nobody, and already, you’ve weasled your way into the most powerful clique on the roster. Why? You certainly don’t seem like someone that gives shit about anyone else’s affairs. Are you actually here to rebuild this world from the ground up…or are you just trying to get ahead and make a quick buck?

He raises up the Universal Briefcase and pushes it into Billy’s face.

SYNDICATE: It’s like I said a few days ago, Billy - I see myself as the “Insurance Policy” around here. Sure, I’ve got the same goals as everyone else here in True Society…but y’all need me just as much as I need you, and as long as you’ve got my back, I’ve sure as hell got yours.

BILLY BENNETT: Oh, I feel safer already… one li’l problem, though. Y’see, ya got me all wrong. I ain’t interested in gettin’ ahead, or money, or rebuildin’ nothin’. And I sure as hell didn’t weasel my way into Holt’s li’l band of outlaws, he came to me. I’m just in this to have some fun, and the man in charge is more than willin’ to accommodate.

With one quick flick of her finger, she sends the burning cigarette flying through the air towards Syndicate; it misses him by mere inches, traveling to one side and scattering embers as it hits the concrete floor. She opens her arms wide, as if to offer a wholesome, friendly, entirely sarcastic embrace.

BILLY BENNETT: But, y’know, it surely is nice to hear ya admit that ya need us. We supposed to hug it out now, or can we skip all that bullshit? How ‘bout we just agree on one thing: we stay outta each other’s way, and we’ll get along just fine. What d’ya say, hm?

The Los Angeles Outlaw stays put, refusing to acknowledge Billy’s rhetorical embrace.

SYNDICATE: …seems we’ve come to an understanding.

The partners stare into each other's eyes, not wanting to break contract and potentially show weakness, before Syndicate smirks and walks away, his two most prized possessions firmly in tow. Billy’s gaze burns a hole in the man’s back, audibly grinding her teeth back and forth in frustration at his ‘better than you’ attitude. Finally, she dismisses it with a simple roll of her eyes.






CLARA OLSON: The next match is a three versus thr-

Clara places a finger to her ear as she listens to someone talking to her in an earpiece.

CLARA OLSON: Okay folks. It has been ruled that Slade Castle and Julius Fairweather will NOT be able to participate in this match tonight. SO…the next match is a Tag Team Match!!! Introducing first…from Sargent’s Purchase, New Hampshire…weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds…SAWYER!!!

Sawyer, who is already in the ring, lifts his arms into the air as the fans cheer.

CLARA OLSON: And his partner…

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

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

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

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents. Coming to us from Deep Lake, Florida AND Apter, Tennessee…weighing in at a combined three-hundred and forty-one pounds…they are both part of the TRUE SOCIETY…BILLY BENNETT…AND..SSYYYNNNDDIIICCCAAATTTEEE!!!

“Savages” by Ice Nine Kills hits as Billy Bennett and Syndicate step out of the back. Without taking their eyes off Jason and Sawyer, they make a B-line for the ring…both of them sliding in under the bottom rope, quickly jumping to their feet.

DING! DING! DING!

As the two teams return to their respective corners, it's Sawyer and Syndicate who step out onto the apron whilst Jason and Bennett premain in the ring as the two competitors who will kick-off the match.

ALARA ADAMS: With both Julius and Slade taking each other out…this makes this an interesting Tag team Match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It’s apparently thrown both teams for such a loop, that they forgot this was Fallout and that everyone is legal one=hundred percent of the time.

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah, this feels a little Proving Ground-ish with people not participating on the apron.


Following the bell being rung, Jason and Bennett begin to pace around the ring before meeting in the center and engaging in a collar-and-elbow tie-up as these two now feel each other out in their second-ever meeting inside a ring. As the sequence of chain wrestling goes on, the pace begins to quicken and the holds don't seem to be applied for any longer than a couple of seconds. With Bennett applying a side headlock, Jasom simultaneously escapes the hold and gets to his feet with a silky smooth kip-up. As Benntt climbs up to join Jason on his feet, Long takes this chance to build some momentum by hitting the ropes but by the time he returns to Benntt, 'Cottonmouth' is on her feet and launches impressively high into the air looking for a dropkick. Despite the picture-perfect technique that Bennett displays, Jason is able to evade the kick by sliding underneath. As both men recompose themselves, Jason is one step ahead still as he runs at Bennett against and goes for a Lariat but Bennett ducks it, sending Long running to the ropes against but when he returns to Bennett, Billy scoops Jason up for a Body Slam but Jason shifts his weight so that he slips down the back of Bennett. As Bennett turns to face her opponent, she is caught with a head-scissor takedown that sends her rolling outside of the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That Billy scares the living SHIT out of me.

Looking to stay on top of his opponent, Jason hurries to the ropes and bounces off of them building up speed before flying through the ropes and hitting a Suicide Dive. After recovering, Jason throws Bennett under the ropes and then follows him into the ring. After raising Bennett to his feet, Jason hits the ropes, ducks a Lariat attempt by Bennett , then hits the ropes again but as he runs back at Bennett , he is caught off-guard as Bennett connects with a quick pop-up German Suplex!

ALARA ADAMS: And the Floridian continues her assault!

With a bridge from the suplex, Bennett makes a pinfall attempt early on in the match but Jason is able to kick out at one. Currently being in control, Bennett keeps hold of Jason's wrist as she then tags in Syndicate with her other hand. After climbing through the ropes, Syndicate runs to the ropes whilst Bennett sets up for another German Suplex except for this time, Syndicate adds more to it by connecting with an Inuzum Leg Lariat which provides extra momentum to the suplex itself. Despite not being able to bridge for the cover since it was Bennett who hit the suplex, Syndicate still goes for the pinfall.

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Near takedown by the Legacy Champion!!!

After the failed pinfall attempt, Syndicate returns to his feet and takes in an ovation from the crowd who seems to approve of the tag-team combination by Invictus. When he returns his attention to Jason, the Dutch superstar is now up to one knee but doesn't get much further as Syndicate applies a beautiful yet agonizing Octopus Stretch. After a few moments of Jason struggling, he finally escapes and slams Syndicate down onto the mat in the process, creating a bit of breathing room for himself. As he looks around, he finally finds his partner in their corner eagerly awaiting to be tagged into this match. After crawling across the majority of the ring, Jason leaps and tags in Sawyer who immediately jumps up and springboards into the ring, connecting with a knee strike to a standing Syndicate . As Sawyer lands, he rolls through onto his feet and turns back to Syndicate , hits a Hurricanrana and then follows up with a bicycle knee strike to a kneeling Syndicate . After the impact, Syndicate falls onto his back so Sawyer takes the opportunity to make a cover attempt.

ONE!
KICKOUT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Sawyer continuing to make an impact on this Fallout roster.

Then, when trying to lift Syndicate back to his feet, Sawyer is met with a stiff forearm and they keep going as Syndicate gets back to his feet, buying time with each strike. Once Syndicate is back on his feet, he gets Sawyer into a suplex hold but that only results in Sawyer fighting back with a knee strike to Syndicate ' midsection, forcing him to release the hold. Now, Sawyer unloads with a series of Muay Thai strikes. However, Syndicate fights back with more forearms as the two now trade blows, forearms against elbows, until Syndicate hits a forearm that echoes around the arena and completely rocks 'The Unforgiven'. After that, Syndicate then hits the ropes, Bennett tagging herself in as he does so, and comes back with one final forearm to Sawyer. True Society then stalk their prey as Sawyer climbs to his feet. Once he's up, Syndicate takes him straight back down with a swift leg sweep which is soon followed by an impactful knee drop from Bennett who then goes for the cover…

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Near fall on The Unforgiven.

Now, it is Bennett and Sawyer in the ring together for the first time ever but in favor of True Society, Sawyer has just suffered from a nice tag team move. As Sawyer gets up, Bennett hits the ropes and comes back looking for a shoulder block but Sawyer is able to side-step it. After turning around, Bennett darts at Sawyer again, this time going for a lariat but Sawyer is able to handspring under the arm of Bennett and back onto his feet. With Bennett not being too much taller than the cruiserweight Sawyer, he attempts a clothesline which he usually wouldn't and it doesn't end well as Bennett catches the arm of Sawyer and sets up for the Blackwing. However, as Bennett is flipping Sawyer into the drive, Sawyer is able to use the momentum to escape and flip onto his feet. As he lands, he stumbles into his own corner, fortunately, and Jason tags in. Trying to stay on top but unaware of the tag, Bennett runs at Sawyer and is met with nothing but turnbuckle.

ALARA ADAMS: Tagging people? This is Fallout! WHO THE FUCK TAGS PEOPLE?!?!?!

With Bennett slightly dazed, Sawyer is able to lift him up onto his shoulders whilst Jason scales the ropes. Then, with Sawyer holding Bennett in a Fireman's Carry, Jason connects with a Diving Double Foot Stomp to the back of Bennett 's head before then landing on the mat, falling onto his back and raising his knees as the landing platform for Sawyer's Fireman's Carry Takeover.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Uh-oh…Sawyer and Jason might have this one VERY quickly going their way.

After Jason and Sawyer exhibit some new tag-team offense, Jason attempts to get the pinfall…

ONE!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!

Jason back up and looks to hit a Tornado DDT but Bennett reverses by pushing Jason so that he misses the ropes with his feet and instead ends up hung on them. After laying a couple of strikes into the defenseless Sawyer, Bennett pulls Jason off the ropes with a Gutwrench applied, showcasing her strength as she then hits a Gutwrench Toss. After being tagged in by Bennett , Syndicate enters the ring and tends to Jason, setting him up for a Full-Nelson Suplex suplex but before he hits it, Bennett connects with a Running Stiff Lariat as True Society hit another tag-team move.

ALARA ADAMS: Yeah…well it seems it’s going True Society’s way now!

As Bennett leaves the ring, Syndicate takes a knee and looks down at Jason before then applying a well-done Bow & Arrow. After torturing Jason for a while, Syndicate releases the hold as to avoid his legs growing tired. Next, he goes for a Lifted Osaka Street Cutter but doesn't get any further than lifting Jason above his head as Jason wriggles free and then connects with a dropkick to the back of Syndicate that pushes him to fall into the ropes awkwardly. Whilst Syndicate uses the ropes to get back up, Jason tags in Sawyer who runs at Syndicate and hits a spinning back elbow. Then, Sawyer turns away from Syndicate and faces his partner who is still in the ring. Jason then runs at Sawyer who pops Jason up and over his head. Flying through the air, Jason then connects with a Double Knee Facebreaker on Syndicate but then keeps hold of Syndicate as they land on the mat. With Syndicate now bent over Jason's knees, Sawyer steps onto Syndicate ' back and hits a Standing Moonsault, squashing the Legacy Champion between Sawyer's abdomen and Jason's knees.

KAYDEN ELLIS: DAMN!

Once Jason releases Syndicate and exits, Sawyer goes for the pinfall…

ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!

Sawyer now attempts a Dead-Lift German Suplex and exhibits unbelievable strength for a man of his size as we've seen him do in the past as he is able to lift Syndicate up but before he can complete the suplex, Bennett slides under the bottom rope and clips the back of Sawyer's leg, sending Sawyer down with Syndicate landing on top of Sawyer. He quickly rolls over and makes a tag to Bennett who slipped under the rope and back into their corner. When the tag is completed, Syndicate runs and spears Jason through the ropes, sending both men crashing to the outside as Bennett slithers into the ring and locks Sawyer in her 'Grave Bait' Bridging Figure Four submission. Sawyer tries and tries to fight out of it, but unfortunately taps after a couple of minutes into the hold.

ALARA ADAMS: HOLY SHIT!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners by submission…SYNDICATE…BILLY BENNETT…TRUE…SSOOOOCCCIIIEEETTYYYY!!!




Billy and Syndicate stand to their feet and raise their hands into the air as Jason slides into the ring. He spins Syndicate around…AND POPS HIM IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It happened, finally. Jason Long has lost it!

Jason continues to beat down onto Syndicate, when from out of the crowd comes Jacob Steele. He slides into the ring and spins Jason around, landing a MASSIVE ELBOW TO THE FACE!!! Both men begin exchanging blows as Billy looks to get in on the action, but Syndicate holds out his hand and mouths the words “Not Our Fight”.

Without warning, “Every Breath You Take” by Chase Holfelder hits the speakers.

#Every breath you take,
Every move you make.

Arik Holt steps out of the entrance way, microphone in his hand.

#Every bond you break,
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you.

A group of refs run down to the ring as Arik lifts his hand in the air, his music fading out.

ALARA ADAMS: Well this can never be good.

ARIK HOLT: Seems you boys really have a hate-hate relationship going.

The refs get down to the ring and manage to pull Jason and Jacob apart. Meanwhile Billy and Syndicate stand up at the top of the ramp, next to Holt.

ARIK HOLT: So…I’m going to make an executive decision here. Jacob…I had you scheduled to face Henry Lee Hyde at Wired Consequences…Jason you found a P-Token so you had the opportunity to face Havoc for his Prime Championship. BUT by the power invested in me by “Cold As A” Rock Johnson…I now pronounce you both…ripped from your scheduled matches and forced to face each other!

Jason looks towards the ramp, killing Arik with his eyes if he could…or had that gun in his hand.

ARIK HOLT: May not be fair that Jason loses his shot at the Prime Championship…but when has life ever been fair? Suck it up…end your issues…and get the fuck over it. What are you going to do…shoot me with that little pew-pew you brought out earlier? Maybe impress me against Steele and I’ll give you your little coin back. OH…and in the spirit of the season, let's make it an ‘Up On The Housetop’ Match. You want to win? Throw your opponent off the top of the building. You end them and this mini-feud ends. So let’s go home…drink some eggnog...open some gifts…and you two write your wills!

Arik tosses his microphone down as he turns and walks into the back, Syndicate and Billy Bennett following behind him as we continue to watch the refs try to keep Steele and Long away from each other.

Fade to Project: Honor logo.


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