WIRED CONSEQUENCES II RESULTS

The white noise of the semi-quiet back halls of Madison Square Garden fill your ears, before an image finally breaks through the black abyss of the screen. We are staring at a door, from inside the Office of the Fallout General Manager, Arik Holt. The door quickly opens and there stands Arik Holt himself, dressed in an all white suit. His head is turned slightly as he is listening to someone talk to him from the halls…although they are talking too softly for us to understand what they are saying.

ARIK HOLT: Listen, Chadwick, I understand it’s going to be hard to pull off. But that is what the fans voted for and you know how this pay-per-view runs…Fallout just ran it in March. The fans vote, we do what they voted for. There is really no way around it. Otherwise I might as well just make the matches my-

Arik glances into his Office for a moment and ends up doing a double-take as he sees a tuft of dark curly hair sticking up from over the back of one of his guest chairs. The sound of displaced air slightly reaches his ears as the individual swings their legs back and forth…stopping just short of reaching the carpeted floor.

ARIK HOLT: Um…hey Chadwick…didn’t we eliminate the Micro Division at the Purge?

Some more mumblings come from the hallway, but still are too low to hear.

ARIK HOLT: I thought so too…but it seems we have one in my office he-

Arik stops talking as the individual pushes themself off the chair, landing on their feet with a soft thud onto the carpet. The individual turns around and we see it is none other than one of the Noble Contenders, Savannah Sunshine.

ARIK HOLT: Chadwick…forget what I said.

Without breaking his gaze at Savannah, Arik shuts the door behind him and walks over to her. Taking her right hand gently into his left, he cups his right hand over it.

ARIK HOLT: Savannah, what a pleasant surprise.

Looking slightly confused at what she is feeling on the inside rather than the situation, Savannah waits a moment before slowly pulling her hand out from between his.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Listen, Arik. You sent for me to come to your Office…I’m here. What do you want?

ARIK HOLT: Ah, yes. Please, take a seat.

Motioning towards the chairs, a creepy smile inches itself across Arik’s face as Savannah cautiously does as she is told. Once Savannah is, for lack of a better word, ‘comfortably’ sitting back in the chair…Holt strolls over and sits down in his own chair, behind his desk.

ARIK HOLT: So, I’ve been thinking lately. I know we have had our little rough spots.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: That’s putting it mildly.

ARIK HOLT: We used to be the best of friends, you and I.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: And then you stabbed Jason.

ARIK HOLT: Multiple times.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: …right…

Clearing his throat, Arik adjusts his tie.

ARIK HOLT: Well, I wanted to talk about some things.

Leaning forward in his seat, he crosses his hands on the desk…his eyes staring directly into Savannah’s eyes.

ARIK HOLT: I think our friendship took a wrong turn somewhere and I feel we need to right the ship again. I miss talking to you face-to-face instead of just little twitter-tweets.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I…kind of miss that too. But this whole True Society versus Big Drip Productions thing that is slowly forming, kind of puts a damper on any kind of friendship.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Arik glances down towards the drawer-side of his desk, then back up at Savannah.

ARIK HOLT: That is understandable. But listen…

Another pause, gives Holt the courage to reach down and open the large drawer in his desk. With a slight clunking noise, Arik pulls out the medium-sized decorative box last seen on the December ninth episode of Fallout. He places the box on the corner of his desk, then reaches down and shuts the drawer.

ARIK HOLT: …listen…I know I can be considered a selfish man.

Savannah rolls her eyes.

ARIK HOLT: I know there are MANY words that can be said about me…crazy…sociopathic…asshole. And believe me, I completely understand why people call me those things. I have an idea of how to help people and I have no problems in creating a plan, enacting it, and doing my very best to help those who I feel need it. It’s the same reason I created True Society. There were a handful of people that society itself just wasn’t accepting of. And do we not owe it to everyone, to try to be as inclusive and accepting as we possibly can?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: For starters, it’s more than a handful. Counting English over on Proving Ground, count you…you’re little ragtag group of friends come up at round ten folks. And I understand you want to be accepting of people…but every single one of the people in your little circle…they are just…blood thirsty. It’s not that society didn’t want to accept them, it’s that they try their best not to be accepted by society. From being hellbent on taking their pound of flesh…to the wild and rampant use of drugs-

ARIK HOLT: Oh, Savannah, I know you’re not talking about drug usage when you have Lil’ Petey on your side. There’s no telling what drugs…or STDs…that man would test positive for. Hell, I’m sure he would break their system.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Either way…they aren’t the people you think they are. And honestly, deep down…I think you know you can do better than them.

Flashing his pearly whites, Arik smiles.

ARIK HOLT: That’s why I wanted to talk to you, Savannah. I know I have demons. I know I have a lot of things I need to overcome in life. But honestly, I would take everything I have…and give it up. True Society, gone. My Fallout General Manager position, gone. All my fame…fortune…gone. All for you.

A worried look sweeps over Savannah.

ARIK HOLT: I see how hard you try to convince yourself, of your love for Jason.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Because I do.

ARIK HOLT: Just stop the charade, Savannah. You know it and I know it, that he doesn’t deserve you. I mean, you’re like an abused wife. You take the hits from your husband, thinking that you could have done better. You take the smacks, because you feel that you should have avoided making him mad.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Hey, I take offense to that. Jason has never ONCE laid a hand on me out of anger, outside of the wrestling ring.

ARIK HOLT: Abuse doesn’t need to be physical, my dear. Abuse can be mental. Abuse can be emotional. And I have seen that man, left and right, destroy you mentally and destroy you emotionally. But then when he gets a little bit horny, he comes crawling back and butters you up, so he can get his dick wet.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ARIK!

Savannah’s cheeks turn slightly red.

ARIK HOLT: He doesn’t look out for you Savannah…not the way I could. Just like I have told you many times, if it would benefit his career to throw you to the wayside, he would. If it would benefit him AT ALL, he would drop you like a bad habit.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I…I don’t think that’s entirely true.

ARIK HOLT: You know it is, Savannah. Deep down in your heart, you know I am right. You know I have always been right…and you know I will always be right.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’m not sure if I can deal with this heart-to-heart right now, Arik. I have some things to finish before my match and I have-

Just as Savannah stands to her feet, mid-sentence, Arik grabs the box and opens it. Her eyes light up as ‘Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again’ from Phantom of The Opera, fills the office. But it is the diamond ring that is spinning on the pedestal in the box, that grabs all of her attention.

ARIK HOLT: I would give it all up, for you Savannah. No more General Manager position…no more True Society…no more of this silly life. Just me…you…some far-away warm beach…with the idea that a family and forever is in our future.

Arik slowly stands from his desk chair, before dropping down to one knee next to his desk. Pulling the ring out of the music box, he offers it up to her.

ARIK HOLT: Savannah Marie Andrews, will you marry me?

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I…I…don’t know what to say. I mean, Jason just proposed to me last night.

ARIK HOLT: Say yes. You say yes, and we can leave this little shit hole right now. Me, you, a private jet to WHEREVER you want to go. We can take Jason’s chintzy cracker-jack box ring and drop it off on our way out.

Tears begin to well up in Savannah’s eyes.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Can…can I take some time to think about this?

ARIK HOLT: Certainly.

Arik stands to his feet.

ARIK HOLT: But please don’t keep me waiting for too long, Savannah.

Without another word, Savannah turns and quickly walks to the door. She grabs the handle, but pauses for a moment…so many words on her tongue, so many thoughts in her mind…before opening the door and shutting it as she leaves the office.

The scene slowly fades out to black.




The white noise of silence in the darkness is shattered by two guitar chords and the beginning of the song “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance.

♫Now I know…
That I can’t make you stay.♫

Video fills in the black screen, but our first shots are a split screen. On the left we see Henry Lee Hyde dropping Bianca McBride with an H2O on the December ninth episode of Fallout. On the right is Mr. Wright standing in The Promised land Playhouse, wringing his hands with a smile on his face.

♫But where’s your heart?
But where’s your heart?
But where’s your…♫

Another video replaces the dual screens. This time we see Jason Long planting Swindle Shelldrake into the mat with a Thronebreaker, when he invaded Proving Ground on August twenty-seventh, on the left screen. On the right side is Jacob Steele, hitting Noah Hope with a Twist Of Hate maneuver on Fallout XVII.

♫And I know…
There’s nothing I can say.♫

Moving beyond the split screens, our view is now of three different videos at once. Syndicate standing in the middle of the ring with the Purge case held above his head. Graham Baker planting the bottom of his boot square into Latoya Hixx’s jaw with a Bastard Surprise on October 14th. And then a shot of Matthew Knox ending Mark Hunter’s career with ‘The One Who Knox’ off a ladder right before the Purge II.


♫To change that part.
To change that part.
To change…♫

Then their opponents: Nick Danger, Latoya Hixx, and Bianca McBride.

♫So many bright lights,
They cast a shadow,
But can I speak?♫

Our next shot introduces us to four squares on the screen. Top left is Julius Fairweather cracking Valkyrie in the side of the head with The Foot Fuckin’ Master at the Purge II. Top right is Lil’ Petey dropping the MP-Three on Slade Castle during Clash For The Cup. Bottom left is Slade Castle using the paintball gun he found during the Proving Ground Black Friday show, and shooting Julius Fairweather in the eye with a pinball. And the bottom right square is completely blank.

♫Well…
Is it hard understanding…
I’m incomplete?♫

We come back to just the regular split screen: Angelo Caito downing KAYLA with the Honor Roll to defend his title on Proving Ground XXVII. In the screen to the right, we see Noah Hope rolling up Jason Long for his first and only Project: Honor win on the November eleventh episode of Fallout..

♫A life that's so demanding
I get so weak♫

Back to the four squares filling our television. The top left is Valkyrie wiping Latoya Hixx’s blood on the Ascension Championship, after defeating her and a couple others during Fallout XVII. Top right has James Ranger holding Latoya Hixx in the Coiled Embrace during the Purge II. Bottom left is Earl Boyde as he halts Cain Sinclair’s career with an Up And Down during the December ninth Fallout. Bottom right is Logan Burgess, picking on the Micro-Division during the Purge II, by planting Ozy-mini-dias onto a two-by-four lined with nails, with a Soul Snatcher.

♫A love that's so demanding
I can't speak.♫

Just when we thought four was too much…we get a fifth one that pops up in the middle..slightly sitting on the others. In that square is Slade Castle choking out Savannah Sunshine with Lights Out, during Bloodbath II. Then to the top left, is Slade’s True Society teammate, Billy Bennett, as she locks Sawyer up with Grave Bait on December ninth. To the top right, is Savannah Sunshine as she nails Alyssa Grace with the Starburst on that same edition of Fallout. The bottom left has that same Alyssa Grace, almost obliterating Nick Danger with a No Happy Endings during the Purge II. Then finally in the bottom right corner is Michael Bishop, who drops Proving Ground’s Douglas Crane, with Hellraiser during the aforementioned Purge II.

♫I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone♫

The final set of split screens, we can see three videos appear on our screen in their own little sections. Havoc can be seen hitting Michael Bishop with the Giga Drill Break, on the last Fallout. Druscilla White, in the middle section, downing Latoya Hixx with the Mooncraft Prayer on the same show. And then Julius Fairweather on the far right, rocking Billy Bennett with a brass knuckle-aided Royale With Cheese during the Purge II.

♫Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home♫

The music ends when all the videos on the screen are replaced by the Wired Consequences II poster.


The poster/logo fades out and is replaced by the camera panning over the Madison Square Garden crowd. Signs litter the landscape:



We finally end the fly around, looking at Alara Adams and Kayden Ellis…the normal Fallout announcers. But before either of them can talk…







The lights go down. 'He Who Flees the Light' by Calabrese kicks in and thrums through the venue as red-orange strobes flicker across the stage in time with the music.

♫Broken/
Perverted/
Corrupted/♫

From the back, Henry Lee Hyde emerges, head bowed. He almost blends into the shadows, in his all-black ring attire, but no shadow moves as quickly as him. He comes to stand at the top of the ramp, head remaining down, but his scowl deep enough to be seen under the spotlight that now focuses on him.

♫In our mind, body, and form/
A spiral of hatred, keep burnin'/
To savage my soul/♫

He rises his head in time for the chorus, eyes wild, face twisting, sneering. He gives his face, chest, a few slaps that leave a red shade to his skin, draw shouts of determination from him, before he descends the ramp towards the ring.

♫He who flees from the light/
Knows the true pain/
Blames all those who loved/
Blames the world and/♫

Henry leans into the ropes, letting them strain, and gives a mighty roar that can still be heard over the explosive music. He remains there, lets his gaze skim over the crowd and towards his opponent/the ramp. Eyes locked on his target, Henry shifts into his corner, and warms up in preparation for his match as his music fades out.

The lights go down. 'He Who Flees the Light' by Calabrese kicks in and thrums through the venue as red-orange strobes flicker across the stage in time with the music.

♫Broken/
Perverted/
Corrupted/♫

From the back, Henry Lee Hyde emerges, head bowed. He almost blends into the shadows, in his all-black ring attire, but no shadow moves as quickly as him. No shadows have the shimmer of a title belt around their waist like he does. He comes to stand at the top of the ramp, head remaining down, but his scowl deep enough to be seen under the spotlight that now focuses on him.

♫In our mind, body, and form/
A spiral of hatred, keep burnin'/
To savage my soul/♫

He rises his head in time for the chorus, eyes wild, face twisting, sneering. He gives his face, chest, a few slaps that leave a red shade to his skin, draw shouts of determination from him, before he descends the ramp towards the ring.

♫He who flees from the light/
Knows the true pain/
Blames all those who loved/
Blames the world and/♫

Henry leans into the ropes, letting them strain, and gives a mighty roar that can still be heard over the explosive music. He remains there, lets his gaze skim over the crowd and towards his opponent/the ramp. Eyes locked on his target, Henry shifts into his corner. He removes the title belt from around his waist, handing it over to the referee, and warms up in preparation for his match as his music fades out.

ALARA ADAMS: Hyde is coming off a very dominant win from the last Fallout. Showing everyone just exactly what he's all about and what he's capable of.

KAYDEN ELLIS: But he can replicate that same dominance with bis opponent tonight?

The Good Friendship Song plays as Mr. Wright happily skips his way to the ring, looking around and waving toward the crowd who are clearly unnerved by his presence. As he makes it toward the ring, a large smile appears on his face as he looks toward Hyde- who stays stoic while Wright gets into the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: ...Mr. Wright is a very interesting individual.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Is that the right word? I was thinking more of a weirdo, and that's saying a lot considering some of the psychos on this brand.

The referee signals for the match to begin. Mr. Wright simply stares at Hyde with an unwavering grin while Hyde glares at him, wondering what to make of his opponent. He begins to move closer to the center of the ring and his opponent follows, happily obliging for the elbow and tie-up.

ALARA ADAMS: Starting things off slow with the very first match of the night.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Looks like Hyde is trying to figure his opponent out. Smart to take things slowly.

Hyde quickly transitions into a headlock, but this doesn't seem to bother the Friend so much- who simply laughs as if they're playing around. He tries to move towards the ropes, but Hyde keeps himself planted to the mat with the headlock- UNTIL HE'S LIFTED FOR A HUGE BACK SUPLEX THAT ALMOST DROPS HIM ON HIS NECK! HE GOES DOWN, HOLDING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

ALARA ADAMS: BACK SUPLEX BY MR. WRIGHT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, that sure as hell didn't last long!

As Hyde tries to recover, slowly sitting up, the grin on Wright's face grows… darker. He's smiling, but his eyes have a colder look in them as he runs in with a JUMPING SENTON TO THE BACK OF HYDE THAT CRUSHES HIS SPINE! Hyde writhes in agony as Wright claps, congratulating himself with childlike glee.

ALARA ADAMS: WHAT A SENTON!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I wouldn't want that kinda weight landing on me, Jesus.

He lifts Hyde, wrapping his arm around him and leaning him forward- going for the Swinging Reverse STO- But Hyde counters it, jumping up with a knee that stuns the Friend- causing him to stumble backward! Mr. Wright stumbles and then gets hit with a forearm- then A STANDING SHINING WIZARD that sends him to the mat! Hyde goes for a pin!

ONE!
TW-
KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: Far from enough to get the job done yet!

KAYDEN ELLIS: A few strikes aren't gonna keep 'em down.

Hyde gets up and delivers a KNIFE EDGED CHOP to the back of Mr. Wright’s neck before applying a sleeper hold- But Wright starts to stand already, lifting Hyde on his back- FLIPPING HIM OVER INTO A WHEELBARROW BEFORE LIFTING HIM INTO THE AIR AND CATCHING HIM BACK DOWN WITH A NECKBREAKER! HYDE GOES DOWN!

ALARA ADAMS: HICKORY DICKORY DOCK!

KAYDEN ELLIS: GOT HIM!

But he doesn't go for the pin, he lifts Hyde up and runs toward the ropes- rebounding to come over and truck through his opponent- BUT HYDE COUNTERS AND TOSSES HIM INTO AIR THEN SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A POP UP POWERBOMB!

ALARA ADAMS: LONG LIVE!

Hyde tiredly goes for the pin!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
KICKOUT!

ALARA ADAMS: NOT YET!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THERE IS STILL A FIGHT LEFT!

Hyde with exhaustion rolls off of his opponent and lifts Mr. Wright up, and hits him with an uppercut! Wright smiles and responds with an uppercut of his own! They stare at each other, then begin trading blows to the fans' delight! Strike after strike! Forearms! Chops! Closed fists! The two begin stumbling back from each other- BEFORE BOTH RUNNING IN WITH SIMULTANEOUS HEADBUTTS! BOTH MEN GO DOWN AFTER THE LOUD THUD OF THEIR DOMES CONNECTING!

ALARA ADAMS: OH MY GOD!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THEY'RE BOTH OUT!

The crowd is surprised! The referee goes to check both men, neither is moving! He tries to wake both opponents up, but they still wont move-! The referee is then forced to STOP THE MATCH!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: This match has been declared a DRAW BY DOUBLE KNOCKOUT!

The crowd is rather disappointed with the result but still pleased with the great fight they witnessed for the opening match.

ALARA ADAMS: Both men gave their all in one hell of a match, but it's a shame it ended this way!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Calls for a rematch eventually, don't you think?

ALARA ADAMS: Of course, I doubt this'll be the last time they fight.




Once more, we find ourselves in the office of Arik Holt. The General Manager seems to be looking through paperwork and signing documents, when there is a light knock on the door. Arik looks up at the door, his eyes opening wide and a smile slowly forming.

ARIK HOLT: Come in!

Arik stands to his feet and smooths out his suit as the door opens, but it was not the person he was anticipating. His smile faded out to a look of confusion as a man with short brown hair stepped into the room, dressed in a black suit, and holding a folder full of paperwork.

ARIK HOLT: Who the fuck are you?

MAN: Mr. Holt?

ARIK HOLT: I think I asked you first.

The man walks over and tosses the folder onto Holt’s desk.

MAN: Fucking read it. Cover to cover.

The man looks Arik up and down before scoffing slightly.

MAN: You look like a fucking tampon.

And without another word, the unnamed man turns and walks out of the office, leaving Arik in a pissed off and confused state.






CLARA OLSON: The following contest is the Up on The Housetop Match! In this match, both opponents will begin the match on the top of the cage that surrounds the ring and will continue the fight all the way up there, twenty-five feet high above the ground. The only way down from the top is to throw your opponent off of the cage and down onto the floor below, once you have thrown your opponent off of the top of the cage, you are declared the winner of the match!


‘Sleepwalking’ by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play over the speakers, the lights dim but one spotlight remains the same as the shines down onto the stage, bringing the focus onto Jacob Steele as he stood there. As he began to nod his head to the beat of the music, Steele soon made his way down to the ringside area and down to the cage wall, to which, he looks all the way up to the top and grabbed onto the cage wall with his right hand.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Wrestling out of Charlotte, North Carolina, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… this is the Malice Incarnate… JACCCOBBBBBBB STEEEELEEEEEEEE!!!!

Steele begins to climb all the way up to the very top of the cage, finally reaching the peak and walking around along the sturdy-enough steel flooring below him. Taking a deep breath before looking down at the stage, waiting for Jason to make his entrance.

ALARA ADAMS: Jacob Steele's first match on a Project: Honor PPV and hell, it might be his last one too. He's kept things to himself since showing up, but as you'd say, he's letting his actions speak louder than his own words. Numerous attacks on Jason Long as the weeks have passed but tonight, the scores are settled.


With the opening beats to ‘Kill Your Masters’ by Run The Jewels playing over the speakers within the arena, the lights inside of the arena cut to black, and no spotlights swivel around the arena, just only hearing the instrumental of Run The Jewels before Killer Mike’s vocals is heard over the speakers – and bringing a spotlight down onto the stage.

“Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop
You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you”

As the spotlight hits onto the stage, a figure is seen standing front and center for the crowd to admire down onto, hooded and keeping his identity a secret for now. The figure takes a few steps forward down the ramp, reaching about the halfway point before stopping in his tracks, and then removing the hood and showing the bright white eyes of Jason Long. He looks up to the light above his head and stretched his arms out as he soaks in the crowd’s reaction and Clara Olson makes the introduction.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent... wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds... HE IS THE KING OF IMMMMORRRRRTALLLLITTYYYYYYY... JAAAAASSSSSONNNNNNN LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

With the arms lowered, Jason began to make his very slow walk to the ring, passing by everyone that reached out to him, with those white piercing eyes staring up at his opponent for the whole way through. Jason pauses for a moment around halfway along the ramp, soaking at the moment again and just keeping eye contact direct with his opponent. A smirk, almost like a half-smile, grows on Jason’s face before he began his walk again and made it down to the ringside area.

“Kill your, kill–, kill your kill your, kill–
Kill your, kill–, kill– kill your, kill–
Kill your masters”

As he watched Steele hovering above him, and standing along the edge of the cage structure, Jason just casually stood there and allowed Steele to simply wait for him to climb up the cage wall, but to the horror of Jacob Steele and just about everyone inside of the arena– Jason simply vanished like a cloud of smoke, evaporating in front of everyone’s eyes. The music soon faded away and the arena falls into silence. That’s when Steele feels a hand grab him by the throat and pull him back, showing Jason right in front of him and holding him by the neck before throwing him across the steel flooring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: OH MY GOD! LONG JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE! HE JUST APPEARED OUT OF DAMN NOWHERE!

ALARA ADAMS: AND HE THREW STEELE TOO! HE THREW SOMEONE HEAVIER THAN HIM LIKE HE WAS A FEATHER! IS THIS THAT ENTITY THAT JASON'S BEEN HIDING ALL THIS TIME?

DING! DING!

With the bell ringing to begin this contest, Steele tries to find his way back up to his feet but he's in absolute pain after being sent across the steel flooring, feeling like he's been hit with a truck. But as he glances upward, he sees Jason staring down at him with those piercing white glowing eyes of his, reaching down and grabbing Steele by the throat again and now holding him up into the air with ease. Jason holds Steele up there, choking him as he does so, but with a wild swing of his leg– Steele kicks Jason right in the face and makes him release the hold around his neck, giving Steele the chance to recover from this attack as he kicks Jason in the face again and knocks him down to one knee, before driving a knee to the head of The King of Immortality, almost knocking him down onto the ground. Steele pounces onto Jason, laying in the left and right-hand punches, and just beating him down— but his hand hits the steel flooring with such force, almost breaking his hand in the process. As he glances down, Jason has disappeared once again, but he doesn’t see him standing over him from behind and taking a few steps back to charge in and DRIVE HIS ELBOW RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF STEELE’S HEAD, CONNECTING THE KING’S GUILLOTINE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I… I don’t think this is even fair for someone like Steele, he’s facing a literal deity at this rate, an almost God-like presence that’s just abusing his strength and power to simply embarrass Steele at this rate.

ALARA ADAMS: Jason said he’ll make sure that Steele paid for everything with his life, but he’s just having fun with him at this rate, just playing around with Steele like he’s a damn toy. You might be right about something, this isn’t fair on someone like Steele - who came into this match thinking he’d face normal Jason Long, and not who he’s trying to fight off against right now.

Jason began to circle around Steele, watching him try to get back to his feet, but Jason simply kicked him back down onto the ground and once more as he continued to get back up onto his feet. Jason just watched as Steele rolled over onto his back and looked up to Jason, trying to crawl away from him but The King followed him.

JASON LONG: I see you never expected any of this, Jacob. Never expected to be fighting against someone like me, never expected to be fighting against someone with powers like what I possess, and now you crawl fuckin’ scared for your life because you know the end is coming sooner than you’d think.

Placing his foot down onto Steele’s ankle, Jason stops him from crawling away any further than he has already, and the pressure he puts down is beginning to crush his ankle underneath his foot. The King crouches down and looks at Steele, still trying to crawl away but unable to move- watching the pain in his eyes tell the story as more pressure is put down onto his ankle, making him scream for mercy.

JASON LONG: All you had to do was just back off, stay the fuck away from something that never involved you, to begin with, but you couldn’t even fuckin’ do that without messing it all up for yourself. Now… it’s time to put an end to the misery you’ve caused for yourself.

Jason lifted up his free foot and hovered it above the head of Steele, but that opened up the opportunity for him to kick the leg of Jason and allow him to fall down onto the steel flooring, Steele jumped at the opportunity and began to beat down Jason for everything he’s made him feel tonight, the embarrassment and the disrespect that he’s been given, he’s making sure Jason feels every bit of it— but The King of Immortality doesn’t care for it, choosing to kick Steele off of him and sending him about five feet into the air. As Steele crashes down onto the steel, Jason finds his way back up to his feet– only to be met with a Jumping Knee from Steele and then having him dropped down onto his neck with Steele’s Taste of Hatred. The modified Emerald Flowsion was enough for Steele to get some sort of offense on Jason right now, with him being at a vulnerable state, as he stomped down onto the head of Jason Long and continued to beat him down.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jacob Steele is finally finding the fight that he needed against Jason right now but just look at him, Jason is simply laughing at the punishment he’s enduring, he’s laughing at everything that Steele is throwing his way.

ALARA ADAMS: He’s not human, what more could we even expect from someone like him?

Steele’s stomps become more violent over time, grabbing onto his arms and holding him in position as he continues to stomp down onto the head of Jason Long, but The King continues to laugh it off and smile right in Steele’s face. Finding things more amusing the more that he continues to try.

JACOB STEELE: WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! STOP FUCKING LAUGHING!

The more that Jason laughed, the angrier that Steele had gotten and he was about to reach a breaking point, continuing to stomp down onto Jason’s head— though, it did nothing against him, opting to stand back up as Steele continued to hold onto his arms. What followed became Steele’s downfall as Jason drove his knee right into the head of Steele and completely knocked him out. The King was standing tall over Jacob Steele, just as he had hoped, and for the first time in what feels like a very long time, he had become the villain, and the crowd were beginning to boo for Jason. With everything he had thrown at him, Steele felt defeated but he knew he had one last ounce of fight left in him- pushing Jason forward and connecting The Last Stand right to the jaw of Jason. As the Knee Strike landed, Jason staggered back and was almost off of the edge of the cage, but he was only teetering.

JACOB STEELE: YOU LEAVE MY FAMILY OUT OF THIS, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

Jacob rushes Jason and tries to push him off of the cage but Steele's anger sees the better of him and once again almost became his downfall, Jason had moved out of the way and was ready for Steele to fall right off of the structure- but Steele managed to find his footing at the last second and kept himself up. Jason turned back around to try to attack but the Back Elbow of Steele caught him right on the jaw again, knocking him back- but the big boot of Jason Long caught Steele off-guard too and knocked him closer to the edge of the cage structure. With Steele now teetering along the edge, Jason charged in to land another big boot to the head of Steele, but he moves out of the way in time and found himself one foot off of the cage floor and just hanging on by a thread, holding onto Steele's arm as he looks below to the floor underneath him.

JASON LONG: Go ahead, Jacob. Let go of me. Send me to my death. This is what you've always wanted, right? The spotlight to be shun down onto you? You'll get a hero's applause, something I just know you've desired for so long.

Steele didn't want things to end so quickly, he hadn't given Jason enough of a beating just yet, but as Jason spat right in the face of Jacob Steele? He finally let go of The King and allowed him to fall down to the floor below. Sending him plummeting twenty-five feet down to the ground. Or so he thought he did. As Steele picked himself back up, he turned around and, to his absolute horror, sees Jason hovering in the air. Feet not even touching the steel flooring on the top of the cage structure. But a damned smile going from ear to ear knocks Steele back and makes him tremble in fear.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Dear god almighty...

ALARA ADAMS: Steele has got to just run for his life-

KAYDEN ELLIS: TOO LATE! JASON HAS A HOLD OF HIM AGAIN!

The King has had enough of the shenanigans that Jacob has thrown his way, now finding his footing on the steel flooring again and grabbing a hold of Steele by the neck again, he lifts him up high and dangles him up in the air with one arm. Jacob struggles to breathe and tries to kick Jason in the head to release his grip, but he doesn't take the hit at all, he just stands there and allows those kicks to connect but feel nothing- but they do tighten the grip around his neck, crushing his wind pipe within the palm of his hand.

JASON LONG: I made a fuckin' promise. I made a fuckin' warning.

Steele's face soon began to turn purple as he struggled for a breath, the grip getting even tighter than before.

JASON LONG: And now, I will take what is mine. And that will be your life.

SNAP!

KAYDEN ELLIS: NO! JASON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

ALARA ADAMS: Oh my good god. Oh my god, he's snapped his neck. Oh sweet jesus mother of god.

KAYDEN ELLIS: SOMEONE STOP THIS! ARIK, STOP THIS RIGHT NOW, IF YOU'RE EVEN LISTENING TO US!

The loud snapping sound echoed throughout the arena as Jason snapped the neck of Jacob Steele, dropping him down onto the floor and watching his body crumble like a rag doll. The building fell into silence, knowing that they've just watched a man be murdered right in front of their eyes. Jason Long looked around him, smiling and on the verge of laughing as he saw all of the men and women in the arena look up with tears in their eyes, knowing that their beloved hero of the brand had become the villain once again. Jason picked up Steele's lifeless body and dragged it towards the edge of the cage structure, giving one last look down before sending Jacob's body all the way down and crashing right through the ramp, leaving a large hole through the ramp as the bell rings to put an end to the 'match'.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner... THE KING OF IMMORTALITY... JASOOONNNNN LOONNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!

With the sounds of 'Kill Your Masters' playing overhead, Jason had looked down from where he stood, finding himself to be the victor of this battle and putting a permanent end to Jacob Steele. Jason soon found himself climbing down the structure and now, down onto the ringside floor as he walked up to the hole within the ramp, where EMT's and others have surrounded to try and help Jacob Steele, doing their best to resuscitate him. The King shook his head with a smile and walked past, not before he'd stop and click his fingers with a loud snap echoing through the building once again. With the snap of his fingers, Jacob Steele returned back to life and was finally breathing again, his neck also in one piece.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What have we just witnessed?

ALARA ADAMS: I... I have no idea. I thought Jacob Steele was dead. I thought Jason Long had kept his word and killed him on the spot but-- this whole match has been... something.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jason promised him a match that'll be memorable. Though, I don't - and neither did Steele - think it would've been memorable for something like this.

Jason allowed Jacob to pick himself back up as he walked to the back, but Steele feels dazed and confused, wondering how he has ended up in the position he's in right now. But the final shots show him crawling out of the hole and walking to the back, as the feed soon faded to a commercial break.




The scene opens up as we see Timothy Daniels next to Earl Boyde in Earl’s hometown bar. Earl seems hyped up. Daniels picks up the microphone to start the interview.

TIMOTHY DANIELS: So, Earl. You have quite the match coming up, you are competing for the Ascension championship. How do you feel about this?

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, I would like to first thank everyone who has entered this bar over the years, they really helped me make it this far.

Earl would pause for a bit.

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, let’s get down to business. Valkyrie, I want you, this isn’t me making promises, this isn’t my inner Uncle Sam coming in. I want you and we step into that ring, I’m gonna get you. I will have you, I’m gonna get to touch your body.

Earl would pause again.

EARL BOYDE: Hey boy, you won’t fool me nor will you fake me out. I’ve seen your matches, I know your style. I have a memory of an elephant and I can do it like an elephant. And when I take that belt off you, It’s gonna be a HARD night.

Earl walks off camera while Timothy Daniels stands there, frozen in shock of what he just heard.




Cutting back to the arena, we follow General Manager Holt as he walks through the halls, talking on his phone.

ARIK HOLT: Sorry to hear that, Matthew.

Arik goes quiet for a moment as he is listening to Knox talk on the other end.

ARIK HOLT: Well you just go ahead and heal up. I’ll keep your name on the match because obviously Syn can take care of things…but we just want you to get some rest.

Another pause.

ARIK HOLT: Sounds good. See you in a couple weeks.

Turning a color in the halls, he comes up on a large group of people hustling around someone on the ground. You go ahead and hea up


ARIK HOLT: What the hell happened here? Who is that?

One of the people turns around and we can see it is Chadwick Bundy, Director of Weapon Placement.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Someone attacked Baker. There’s blood everywhere and he is out cold.

ARIK HOLT: Well, shit! With Baker out and Knox injured from another engagement of his…that makes their match a three-on-one.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Do you want me to have the match cancelled?

Lightly chuckling, Arik shakes his head.

ARIK HOLT: No need. Syndicate is still going to make their lives a living hell. But you take care of Baker and I’ll go see if anyone seen anything.

Chadwick turns back towards Graham as the medics continue working on him, giving Arik the moment to walk past and turn another corner…almost running into Robi and Druscilla. Valkyrie’s hands are covered in blood and Druscilla has blood on her face as well as splattered on her clothes.

ARIK HOLT: Well aren’t you two a set of visions.

VALKYRIE: You asked, we completed.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Too bad you didn’t let us string him up by his feet and flay him in front of the crowd.

ARIK HOLT: Calm down there, Hostel, this was merely us giving him the Adora-treatment on the way out of True Society. I will not sit by and watch the lot of you bust your asses to achieve greatness…while people like Lesley or Graham just hang on to your bootstraps.

VALKYRIE: And we are happy to help clean True Society up.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: MORE than happy, to get our hands dirty.

ARIK HOLT: Excellent. Now if you ladies excuse me, I have to go prepare to watch a one versus three handicap match.







Danger, Hixx, and McBride all came out individually…followed by the lone remaining member of True Society for this match. The fans rained their displeasure down onto him as he could do nothing but smile and hold his Project: Honor Legacy Championship above his head. The bell rang and Syndicate charged headfirst into his opponents. The momentum and force from Syndicate, slammed Nick Danger into Bianca McBride, instantly bloodying her nose.

With McBride trying to staunch the flow from her sinuses, Syndicate managed to break free from the other two and slide to the outside of the ring. But Danger and Hixx followed him, albeit stupidly, to the outside. Before they knew it, Syndicate had charged at them with a metal chair in hand. He swung it and Hixx ducked in time…only for Danger to catch the full blow across his forehead. Instantly a gash formed above his left eye and blood began to pour down his face.

With two of the three fighters already bleeding…everyone knew that it all came down to Hixx and Syndicate. The first one to make the other bleed, won the match for their team. With a rebel cry, Hixx ran at Syndicate and managed to duck a forearm from the Legacy Champion. As both turned to face each other, Hixx launched forewarned and landed a headbutt square on the Champ, leaving bloody imprints on both of them. Eyes widened as everyone scrambled to see who was bleeding. But when they wiped off both of their foreheads, it was seen that Hixx had managed to split herself open.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: By making all three of their opponents bleed…your WINNERS…SYNDICATE…MATTHEW KNOX…AND GRAHAM BAKER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Might be the last time ever, you hear Graham Baker’s name associated with True Society!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Lucky Graham!




The camera cuts backstage, revealing Billy Bennett pacing back and forth, clearly anticipating her match later in the evening. In the background is a monitor, showing clips leading up to the PPV; promos, highlight reels, etc.

Suddenly, something on the screen catches her eye: the newest episode of Mr. Wright’s ‘Promised Land Playhouse’! It’s just beginning, as the scene pans over the Playhouse set and the many morbid framed photographs which line the walls.

It lingers, briefly, on a staged picture of someone that looks entirely too similar to Billy herself; it even appears to have been taken on a set decorated as a swamp. And there are strings attached to her limp, sprawled body; though they lay on the ground around her, not anchored to anything else. It takes a moment to register in her brain, but when it does she blinks hard and mumbles.

BENNETT: Huh? What the fuck...?

Instinctively, she takes one step away from the monitor; as if the additional distance will reveal the whole thing to be some kind of drug-induced hallucination. She backs right into a massive, looming figure, bouncing off a giant, unmoving wall of flesh before wheeling around to unleash hell on whoever managed to sneak up on her.

Only to come eye-to-chest with a massive man, wearing a ridiculous Christmas sweater with a knit pattern of bloody knives dripping fluid, hands severed at the wrist, and eyes pincushioned by syringes.

Her eyes travel up to the man’s smiling face. Why, it’s Mr. Wright, the host of the very same show currently playing on the monitor! She recognizes him immediately as one of the wrestlers from the opening match this evening; he does cut a very unique figure, after all.

He seems almost disturbingly happy, as though his entire face might suddenly split in half due to the sheer width and intensity of his grin. His eyes twinkle almost cartoonishly, like a child opening up a much-wanted toy on Christmas morning.

MR. WRIGHT: Hello, friend! I’m glad you like my show! I hope we can play sometime soon!

Before she can work through the bizarreness of this situation and respond, the wholesome kid’s show host has turned around to cheerfully skip away - a comical sight considering his size - while humming some upbeat tune.

Before long, he has turned a corner to disappear completely, as the girl stares after him in something resembling shock..

BENNETT: ...

Completely at a loss for words, Billy shakes her head and slowly turns back to stare at the monitor, as it continues to display the rest of the Promised Land Playhouse episode. On her face is something rare indeed: a vague look of unease and discomfort as a result of this strange encounter.







CLARA OLSON: The following contest is a Barbed Wire Table Match and it is for the Project: Honor Tag Team Champions!!!

“MILF” by Big Sean starts to play, signaling the arrival of the champions as they opt to enter before their opponents. With one of the tag titles around his waist, Petey runs onto the stage waving his hands in the air, spreading his drip to get the fans fully hyped for the upcoming match. Meanwhile, Julius shadow boxes on the center of the ramp, too focused to notice as Petey dances in circles around him. The two men then exchange a complex series of fist bumps and hand slaps before making their way toward the ring.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred twenty five pounds…they are the reigning and defending Tag Team Champions of Project: Honor… “The Drip Sensation” Lil’ Petey… “Furious” Julius Fairweather…THE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

Petey and Julius take a long look at the barbed wire wrapped tables that have been stocked up at ringside before handing their tag straps over to the official. They then move to their corner for some last minute strategy as we await the arrival of their opponents.

The arena darkens with a single soft spotlight on the stage where smoke begins to cover the ground. After the initial guitar strum of his theme, a silhouette can be seen through the spotlight. The silhouette is slightly rocking with his gaze down towards his hands. Slade walks into the spotlight still taping his fists and begins staring intensely, yet void of emotion, at the ring. Slade finishes taping his fists and cracks his knuckles, then his neck. Ignoring the rest of his surroundings, he begins his walk down to the entryway of the ring. No matter what the fans at ringside do, nothing breaks Slade's focus or gaze. Once getting to the ring, Slade stops and scans the ring before approaching the stairs in the corner. Slade climbs the stairs and quickly enters the ring as ‘In Time’ begins to pick up pace.

The Slayer of the Street begins to walk circles in the ring. He appears to get more and more pumped up before approaching the corner. Slade begins unleashing a flurry of punches on the turnbuckle pad until bellowing out finally showing any sign of emotion. Anger. As the music fades away and the lights come up, Slade's punches begin to lose steam. Slowly as he regains his focus, he now begins directing his gaze to his opponents…

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents, introducing first, fighting out of Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred twenty-two pounds… “The Slayer of the Street”...SLADE CASTLE!

With one half of the introductions out of the way, Clara then hands her microphone over to Castle so that he can announce who he’s chosen as his tag team partner for tonight’s contest. Slade takes the microphone and a devilish smile appears across his face as he stares down Julius and Petey.

SLADE CASTLE: So, it’s finally time. Who have I chosen as my partner? After the last couple weeks, it became obvious that there was only one real choice. Who is as much of a bad motherfucker as Julius Fairweather? It was a trick question from the start. My partner is none other than… Julius Fairweather!

Following the announcement, Petey and Julius are shocked at first, then they look at each other and begin to laugh, assuming that Slade isn’t serious.

SLADE CASTLE: No, no, laugh it up. Here’s the deal Juilius, I know you’re a man who has a bit of pride and honor. Sure it may be warped, but it’s there. You say you saw something in me before I joined True Society? Well maybe it’s still there too, Julie. I just know how to play my cards. So, I obviously can’t force you to do anything, but as of right now, we’re just as much partners as you and Petey are.

Realizing that he’s serious, Julius has a furious look on his face, but Petey assures him that they’ve got this and volunteers to start the match. As Julius steps between the ropes to his corner, Petey and Slade move toward the center of the ring as the opening bell sounds.

DING! DING! DING!

ALARA ADAMS: What is Slade Castle thinking? Picking Julius as his partner could really backfire here! What’s stopping Julius and Petey from double teaming him for the entire match?

KAYDEN ELLIS: It sounds like he’s banking on Julius’ code of honor to prevent that from happening. So far it seems to be working since Julius went to his corner, but I still can’t see him raising a hand against Petey…

Castle is determined to begin the match strong, not giving Petey any chance to showboat as he clocks him with a hard elbow to the jaw. He then picks Petey off his feet, takes a couple of steps backwards, and drops him neck-first over the top rope. With The Drip Sensation stunned, Castle grabs Petey by the hair and smiles in Julius’ direction as he winds up for another hard shot. Instead, Petey ducks under Castle’s swing at the last second and rolls him to the mat with a schoolboy!

Unfortunately for Petey, pins are not allowed in a barbed wire table match and the referee waves off the attempt. With a snarl, Castle responds by driving his knee into Petey’s midsection when both men are back on their feet. He then lifts Petey up for a suplex, but Petey shifts his weight and drops on his feet behind Castle instead! Petey then takes Slade to the mat with a two handed bulldog, before hyping up the crowd, bouncing off the ropes, and landing Lil’ Petey’s Elbow!

Slade is quick to pull himself up, but it still doesn’t shift the momentum in his favor, as Petey measures him while he’s getting on his feet, and then fires off a superkick! The move hits but it knocks Slade into the corner, where he desperately reaches out to tag Julius Fairweather! The referee confirms that a legal tag has been made, but Julius remains on the apron with a confused look. After further prompting from the official, Julius finally steps into the ring as Castle gets onto the apron while holding his jaw, yet still smirking. Julius begins to fire up as if he’s going to unload on his tag team partner, as Petey pleads with him to think things through. Suddenly, Julius spins around to smack Castle across the face, then grabs hold of the top rope to slingshot him back into the ring!

ALARA ADAMS: I knew it! Castle’s mind games are backfiring on him!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Are they? This thing isn’t over yet…

Petey presses his advantage with a pair of suplexes and his running fist drop for good measure. He then hits a diving elbow off the top turnbuckle that finds its mark. Back in the corner, Julius is practically begging to be tagged in, which Petey happily obliges! As Fairweather enters the ring to pepper Slade with a shuffling combination of lefts and rights, Petey goes to the ringside area. Before grabbing one of the tables, Petey goes under the ring to retrieve a pair of heavy-duty gloves. Once they’re on, he grabs the nearest table and slides it under the bottom rope.

Back inside of the ring, Julius continues to unload on Castle until he’s driven him into a corner for a series of bodyblows. As Slade doesn’t even try to cover up or counter, Julius finally takes a step back and yells in his opponent’s face.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Fight back, motherfucker!

As if on command, Slade suddenly lurches forward, catching Julius between the eyes with a hard headbutt! The blow staggers Julius backwards, giving Castle enough time to climb onto the second turnbuckle. He flies off to hit a spinning lariat on Julius that takes him off his feet, and with his opponent stunned, Slade begins to set up the table that Petey slid into the ring. Once the barbed wire table is set up, Slade hooks Julius for a suplex, but Fairweather does everything he can to block it! Julius then lifts Castle off his feet instead, and drops him chest first onto the barbed wire table…but it doesn’t break!

Castle bounces off the table and lands on the mat, holding his midsection as Julius shakes his head in disbelief. Fairweather then goes to tag in Petey, but it looks like the member of Big Drip may still be having flashbacks to last year’s Wired Consequences where he lost in this very same type of match. Julius is finally able to convince Petey to enter the ring, and together they pull Slade up for a double suplex. Castle has had enough time to recover however, as he rakes Julius’ eyes as they lift him up, and then falls backwards to turn Petey’s half of the double suplex into a DDT!

Disappointed that their double team move didn’t pay off, Julius retreats to his corner with the strong encouragement of the referee as Castle pulls Petey back to his feet. He drives his shoulder against Petey’s midsection a few times before seating him on the top turnbuckle, and then climbs up to join him. Unfortunately for Castle, Petey has plenty of fight left in him and the two men begin to exchange blows on the top. After several back and forth strikes, both men lose their balance and tumble off the turnbuckles, crashing through the barbed wire wrapped table!

ALARA ADAMS: Damn! Both men are tasting that barbed wire, and I don’t think it tastes good!

KAYDEN ELLIS: The referee is waving it off! Neither man put the other through the table, so this thing is going to continue!

After writhing on the mat for a few seconds, both Petey and Slade start to crawl towards their corner, with Julius encouraging Lil’ Petey to hurry the entire time. Finally they are both close enough to attempt the hot tag…and they both succeed! With Castle slapping one of Julius’ hands and Petey slapping the other, The Bad Motherfucker is momentarily confused as to what he’s supposed to do. Then, a smile begins to form on his face as he drops to the ringside area and grabs the nearest table, sliding it under the bottom rope. It takes Julius a moment to set the table up, at which point he begins to climb up the turnbuckles!

ALARA ADAMS: What…in the blue hell…is he doing?

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think Julius is going to try eliminating himself! Then he can claim that Slade’s partner was eliminated and retain the belts with Petey!

As Alara tries to make sense of what Kayden has just said, Fairweather finds his balance on the top rope, a place he is not accustomed to being in. He then flips over backwards to perform the first moonsault of his career, with his body plummeting toward the table! Before his plan is complete, Slade Castle grabs the table legs and flips the piece of furniture over, forcing Julius’ body to crash to the canvas instead of the barbed wire table!

As Julius slowly pulls himself off the mat, he reaches into his trunks to slide a pair of brass knuckles over his hand. He turns toward Slade and fires off a Royale with Cheese that connects, dropping Castle to the mat! With that out of the way, Julius slowly begins to reposition the table and once again he starts to climb the buckles. Confused or perhaps realizing there has to be a better way, this time it’s Petey who grabs Julius by the shoulder. Assuming that it’s Castle, Julius spins around with another Royale with Cheese, and clocks Petey in the head! Fairweather is overcome with instant regret as he sees Petey fall to the mat, and he tosses his brass knucks down to check on his tag team partner.

The referee does his best to get Slade and Petey back to the corner as this unorthodox match continues, and Julius is free to once again attempt to put himself through a barbed wire wrapped table. He gets the table set up, but before he can go any further, Havoc appears out of the crowd and slides into the ring! He spins Julius around, grabs him, and GIGA DRILL BREAK! Julius is down as Havoc returns to the ringside area with a grin on his face!

It takes Julius several moments to stir after being hit with the move, and he’s clearly seeing double as he crawls back toward his corner. Needing to get out of the match to recover, he reaches up to tag both Slade and Petey, getting himself out of this crazy match and allowing his two partners to fight in his place.

ALARA ADAMS: Havoc’s interference may have just given Slade the chance he needed! This is essentially a one-on-one match for the time being!

KAYDEN ELLIS: And I think Havoc’s going to keep it that way!

As Julius tries to shake out the cobwebs at ringside, Havoc approaches him and pulls him back to his feet before hitting a second Giga Drill Break! This one leaves Julius motionless at ringside, and with his work complete, The Prime Champion once again starts to make his way backstage. Inside of the ring, Petey and Slade have both recovered enough from the brass knuckle shots to get back into the fight, when suddenly Petey hits his MP3 out of nowhere! Not wasting a second, Petey does his best to lay Castle on top of the barbed wire table and then starts to climb the turnbuckles as quickly as possible. He reaches the top, finds his balance, and leaps off for The Freaky Bomb…but Castle rolls off the table at the last second!

Petey’s body crashes onto the barbed wire table and then bounces off to the mat, his light frame unable to break it! Slade sees Petey on the mat in pain, but he also sees something else…Julius’ discarded brass knuckles. Castle slips them onto his hand and measures Petey for a stiff punch, knocking his lights out in the process! Slade then lifts Petey up for his Execution by Force, but instead of applying the GTS after his Military Press, he slams Petey onto the table
with all of his might, cracking it in half!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winners of this match and NEEEEEW Tag Team Champion…SLADE CASTLE…and still Tag Team Champion…JULIUS FAIRWEATHER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: I’m still not sure I understand what just happened, but it looks as if Julius Fairweather has once again traded one tag team partner for another!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Only he didn’t choose this one! Slade Castle took a risk that his choice of partners would throw Julius and Petey off their game…and it worked!

Slade Castle is already on the outside of the ring with his half of the Tag Team Titles as Julius Fairweather starts to recover. Having heard Clara Olson’s announcement but still stunned by the attack from Havoc, it looks as if Julius is more confused than ever. He slides into the ring to immediately check on his fallen partner before the referee hands him his own half of the tag belts. Kneeling by Petey’s side, Julius looks up the ramp with a scowl as his new partner, Slade Castle, grins back at him.












CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentleman, the next match has been voted on and is a BRICK VERSUS SCREWDRIVER MATCH FOR THE GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Fans pop

CLARA OLSON: Already in the ring, weighing in at one-hundred and forty pounds…NOAH HOPE!!!

The fans cheer as Noah Hope raises his hands and waives to the crowd, not ready at all for this Gatekeeper Championship matchup that he was placed in. And just finding out it's now a Brick vs Screwdriver match, against someone who turned a brick into a weapon of mass destruction may have not been the best idea to put Noah Hope in.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"HELP ME! HE'S IN MY HOUSE!"

"Ma'am who's in your house?"

"HELP HE'S GOT A GU-"

The sound cuts out and the arena lighting goes red. The instrumental for the mashup of "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" and "Lying From You" kicks into the arenas PA System as from behind the curtain comes Angelo Caito. He stands on the stage, and when the beat switch kicks in, getting the instrumental for Lying From You starts, there is a flash with the lights, and each flash, Angelo twitches.

CLARA OLSON: And his opponent…hailing from Milan, Italy, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds! He is the reigning and defending Project Honor Gatekeeper Champion…. He is Annnnnngelo…. CAAAAAAAAAAAITTTTTOOOO!"

He continues to twitch and twitch until "Lying From You" fully kicks in. When it does, Angelo stomps his foot on the ground and fire erupts from the stage and the top of the titantron and Angelo stares at the ring with a look that can kill. He starts walking slowly to the ring, fans reaching out for the normal high fives he gives, but are ignored. Angelo slides under the bottom rope and runs to the ropes, bouncing off them and yells as the lights start to flicker and a design is made in the ring, one of a pentagram. Angelo sits in the middle of the ring, which is the middle of the pentagram as his theme ends.

The lights come on and Angelo, who hasn't taken his eyes off Noah, removes the Gatekeeper Championship from around his waist and hands it to the referee, who proceeds to raise the title in the air before handing it to a crew member on the outside.

DING! DING! DING!

Noah sees Angelo smirk towards him as Angelo slithers under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. He pulls the apron up and looks under the ring. When he stands up, he places a black duffle bag onto the edge of the ring before pushing it into the ring. Noah runs and goes for a slide dropkick, but Angelo grabs him by his legs and immediately swings, sending Noah side first into the post. Noah holds onto his side as Angelo kneels beside him, chuckling to himself before he immediately stops and looks behind him.

ANGELO CAITO: End him? Already? I want to have my fun.

While Angelo talks to the air behind him, he doesn't see Noah Hope crawl away, trying to crawl under the ring. Angelo turns his head and sees Noah arms and head under the ring so he crawls over and grabs Noah's ankle. He starts to pull Noah out from under the ring, and when his upper body is out, he turns and stabs Angelo into the leg with a screwdriver. Angelo stares up at the ceiling before back down at his leg, seeing only the red handle sticking out of his leg. Noah sees Angelo's lack of emotion towards being stabbed in the leg, other than being pissed off, and gulps visibly. Caito grabs Hope by the throat, pulling him up to his feet, then grips the handle of the screwdriver and pulls it out of his leg. Angelo shakes his head before using that same screwdriver and stabbing Noah's hand, sending the screwdriver through his hand and into the ring, keeping his hand pinned to the ring. Hope screams in pain, and Angelo places Noah in a headlock and starts drilling him with right hands before pushing him back. Angelo Caito slides into the ring and picks up the duffle bag. He turns the bag upside down and nothing but bricks exit from the bag. Caito kneels down to pick up a brick and slowly turns his head to the trapped Noah Hope on the outside of the ring. An evil grin appears on his face as Angelo slides under the bottom rope and slowly approaches Noah, who's trying to pull the screwdriver out of his hand, frantically pleading with Angelo.

NOAH HOPE: Wait! Please! Don't! I'll forfeit the match! Please don't!

Angelo chuckles a bit.

ANGELO CAITO: You seem like a good kid. So here. I'll let you forfeit.

Angelo turns his back to Noah and starts to walk off, but is stopped. The camera catches Angelo looking down, and when he lifts his head back up, his eyes are blood red. He turns and lunges the brick, connecting with the face of Noah. The possessed Caito stares at the limp body of Noah as he pulls the screwdriver out of his hand and tosses it into the ring. He lifts Noah up by the throat, watching his blood pour onto Angelo's hand before tossing Noah into the ring. Angelo slides under the bottom rope and selects the screwdriver before getting on top of Noah and starts digging the screwdriver right into the skull of Noah Hope, who suddenly wakes up and starts screaming in pain. Angelo tosses the screwdriver and starts ramming his elbow into the open wound of Noah before standing up and stares at the bricks beside them. His head turns to the side before staring at Noah again, and another devilish grin appears on his face before he slides under the bottom rope and lifts the apron back up. He reaches under and pulls out a table and slides it into the ring before sliding back into the ring himself. Angelo sets the legs of the table up and places the table standing on its legs and reaches down, picking up the bricks and places them on the table. He walks over to Noah and lifts him up before tossing him onto the table before stepping onto the table himself. He drags Noah to his feet, staring him in his bloody eyes before placing Noah's head between his legs, lifting his legs up in the air, and spiking Noah down with a nasty piledriver, not only breaking the table, but many of the bricks with his skull.

Angelo pushes Noah over onto his back and covers him.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Angelo continues to stare down at the unconscious body of Noah Hope as the referee awards Angelo with his championship. Angelo stands in the middle of the ring, the lights go red and the pentagram arrives in the middle.of the ring. He stares at his Gatekeeper Championship before staring at Noah and ultimately leaves the ring, title placed over his shoulder going down his back as he walks up the ramp.




Finally finding his way back to his office, General Manager Holt sits down at his desk and cracks open a bottle of Cherry Coke he bought from a near-by vending machine. He takes a sip, when without warning…the door to his office opens. Standing in the doorway is Savannah Sunshine, dressed in her wrestling attire. A happy Arik is quick to his feet.

ARIK HOLT: SAVANNAH! You nearly startled me. Please, come in and take a seat.

Savannah continues to stand in the doorway, trying her best not to look directly at him.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I…I think I need to stand right where I am for this.

ARIK HOLT: Oh? Have you come to a decision already?

Arik sits down in his chair.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Yes, I have. You see, Arik…I had the opportunity to think about what you asked me. I weighed the pros…and the cons…so…many cons. Then I took our past into account.

ARIK HOLT: Savannah, darling. You don’t have to worry about our past. It’s water under the bridge. I forgive you for everything you’ve done.

Savannah slowly lifts her head and finally has the gall to look at Holt directly.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Forgive me? Arik, you have hurt me SO many times. How am I supposed to forgive YOU?

A little shocked by the sudden harshness in her voice, Arik cocks his head to the side.

ARIK HOLT: Everything I’ve done, Savannah, was for us. Stabbing Jason…the Horror Movie Massacre Match...Kit…Asher…all for us.

The tears begin to build up in Savannah’s eyes…as is the anger.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You tried killing the love of my life. You tried killing my best friend. You tried killing my brother. AND THEN…you tried killing ME!

ARIK HOLT: I would have never killed you, Savannah. I just don’t know how I could live without you.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well, get used to the idea. Because my answer is no.

All emotion drained from Arik’s face as if his entire world shattered.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: At one point, I would have contemplated saying yes. But those days have come and gone. You’ve hurt too many people I care about. And my heart? My heart belongs to Jason, which is why I told him yes last night.

Closing his eyes, Holt begins to take in deep breaths.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: And even if I engaged to Jason…or even WITH Jason…you have been cruel, you have been unkind, and you have been nothing but hateful…how could I ever love someone like you?

Arik’s breathing begins to get deeper as a lone tear escapes his closed eyelids.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’m sorry, Arik. You have become a monster and left me no choice.

ARIK HOLT: There…is always…a choice.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well I have made mine and I chose Jason.

The camera shot cuts to the outside of the office, where we see Savannah turn and leave the room. She shuts the door behind herself and finally lets go as tears begin to stain her cheeks. Letting go of the door knob, Savannah reaches up and places her hand against the door…trying to ground herself from such an emotional situation. But the sounds of yelling and items crashing around from inside the room jar her and cause her to pull herself away. With tears still running down her cheeks, she quickly walked away.







Before the match began, a plastic dome was lowered down over the ring like a cage. With exception to a door on the side and four openings on the ceiling of the dome, which were housing four unknown machines, there were no openings into the ring. Each turnbuckle was now occupied by a large glass snow-globe.

Logan Burgess came out first, to no fanfare.

Earl Boyde came out next, to much fanfare. He had recently become a fan favorite due to his Gatekeeper Championship run.

James Ranger came out to little fanfare, but fans of his other promotions seemed to make up for the lack of noise coming from PH-only fans.

Then Valkyrie’s music hit and the entire arena was deafening with the loud booing being poured out onto the record-holding Ascension Champion. With her bloody-encrusted Ascension Championship Title in her hand…she walked down to the ring with a mission on her mind. And the moment she stepped into the plastic dome and the door shut…we got a better idea of the match. The four machines in the ceiling kicked on and their hum began to echo through the arena.

DING! DING! DING!

As the last bell finished ringing, the machines began to pump out snow…making the dome and the ring into a large real-life snowglobe. And without hesitation, Valkyrie charged forward and began TEARING into Logan Burgess. With not only kicks and strikes, but eye rakes and even a bite or two, Valkyrie was intent on not just defeating her opponents…but making them suffer.

Meanwhile Earl and James had stood by, watching the attack…wondering what kind of animal they had just been caged up with. After a few seconds, Earl decided to join in on the party…charging in and throwing a shoulder into the attacking Valkyrie…causing her to fall away from the broken and bloody Burgess. Ranger took his opportunity as Logan collapsed to the ground, running over and covering him for…

ONE!
TWO!!
NO!

Valkyrie grabbed James Ranger and ripped him off of Burgess, whipping him into Earl Boyde…causing Earl to slip on the snow and fall to the outside. Valkyrie hooked Logan’s leg for the count herself.

ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
NO!

Ranger would not let the match end that easily as he grabbed Valkyrie by the hair and pulled her head up before delivering a VICIOUS enziguri to the head of the Ascension Champion. She rolled away in pain, but was quick to shake it off and get back to her feet…a fire in her eyes that James Ranger was NOT happy to see. Unleashing everything Odinn was giving her, Valkyrie charged James and backed him into a corner with a barrage of strikes. When the strikes ended, James slightly lowered his guard…only for Valkyrie to grab his forehead and throw his head back..SMASHING one of the turnbuckle snowglobes…causing James to begin gushing blood from a gash in the back of his head.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-
NO!

The Champ had turned and intervened just in time to stop Earl from stealing the victory…only to catch an Alabama Slam from the Daredevil of Brawling. With Valkyrie down, Earl took the opportunity to climb up to the top rope…getting ready to finish off the combo for the Redfeather Special. As he finished showboating to the crowd, he turned…AND VALKYRIE WAS UP AND KICKED THE ROPES…CAUSING EARL BOYDE TO LOSE HIS BALANCE! EARL’S FEET SLIPPED ON THE WET ROPES AND HE CAME CRASHING STRAIGHT DOWN…NOT ONLY STRADDLING THE TURNBUCKLE…BUT SHATTERING THE SNOWGLOBE WITH HIS GROIN!!!

Valkyrie turned to check the scene, only to notice Logan Burgess beginning to get to his feet.. She charged over and jumped onto the middle rope closest to Logan…launching herself into a springboard moonsault…AND SHE GRABS LOGAN’S HEAD ON THE WAY DOWN…TORNADO DDT ONTO THE BROKEN SNOWGLOBE!!! VALKYRIE’S VENGEANCE ONTO LOGAN BURGESS!!!

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner and STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION…VAAAALLLLKKYRRRIIIEEE!!!












CLARA OLSON: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL... and is for the Noble Championship! As voted upon by YOU the P:H faithful, this match is a Sack O' Fun match!

With all of the competitors already inside of the ring, the bell tolls and things are off to a hot start. Castle goes right after Bishop, but Bishop manages to flip him with a Hip Toss. Headlock locked in tight on the canvas as he seemingly tries to cut off Castle's airflow. Meanwhile, Sunshine and Grace have teamed up on Bennett. It's an all out war as everyone is out for the same goal. Savannah wastes little time as she climbs the nearest turnbuckle, but Alyssa and Billy are close behind.

Alyssa and Billy flank either side of Savannah and she quickly unties the burlap sack. Spilling the contents onto the canvas, there's legos spilled everywhere as Savannah drops down and uses all of her strength to lift both opponents now stacked upon one another. Savannah uses all of her might to drop both of them onto the pile of legos as she slides down with a Powerbomb.

Billy and Alyssa writhe in pain on the canvas as Savannah slowly gets to her feet, using the support of the turnbuckle behind her. It's clear that the move took quite a toll upon her as she grimaces but continues to fight on. Savannah is taken off guard when Slade comes charging in, slamming her face first into the turnbuckle. Not once, twice, three times... But, four times! Savannah is seeing stars right now as Slade uses her as a battering ram.

Slade grips onto her hair, dragging her across the middle rope, stopping with his grip still on her hair. Slade begins delivering swift knees to the gut as Savannah struggles to catch her breath. When she is finally let go of, she falls from the apron and onto the floor outside of the ring. Slade takes great pleasure in watching the smaller woman suffer, an all too sickening little smirk on his lips.

Michael Bishop has forcibly ripped one of the burlap sacks from a turnbuckle. Inside is none other than a zippo lighter that Bishop is about to use to his advantage. Billy Bennett and Alyssa Grace are at an all time war as Billy finally manages to get Alyssa down and out at least for now. Alyssa is trying to catch her breath in one of the corners, coughing and choking after a Corner Foot Choke from Bennett. But, as Bennett charges towards Bishop, Bishop whips around to throw a fireball right into the face of Slade who had been taking up the rear of him. Slade stumbles, letting out a loud yell as he presses both hands to his face.

Billy quickly takes the final burlap sack, after a brief struggle with the string, before yanking it open. But, Bishop isn't about to let Billy have a chance to see the contents as he yanks her from the turnbuckle and sends her hurtling into a corner of the ring he had set ablaze. The fire seems to quell as Billy tumbles through it. Billy writhes around on the outside of the ring, cries of pain spilling from her lips. But, Alyssa Grace is back into the action as she yanks the bag into her possession. Inside the bag are several shards and pieces of glass, sharp enough to cause some serious damage.

Alyssa, Mike, and Savannah all look at each other as they stand inside of the ring. The fans going crazy for the trio as they stand there. But, their moment is short lived as Slade Castle dashes towards Bishop to take him out with a Running Tackle! Loss of Control is into play now as both men trade blows in the center of the ring. Rolling around and still trying to maim one another. But, the two females inside of the ring are already in their own scuffle. Alyssa having taken the upperhand in this one as she sets to using the bag of goodies she possesses.

Hand digs into the bag, going above and beyond in the moment to do whatever she has to prove a point. Whatever she has to do in order to make sure she comes out on top. It's an insane thing to do, but anything to make sure the world knows what she is capable of. Alyssa yanks glass shards from the bag, not caring about cutting her own hand up, and shoves the pieces right into Savannah's mouth. Alyssa reels a fist back, swinging hard with a Left Hand Punch to the jaw as glass and blood come spitting out of Savannah's mouth.

Savannah drops to the canvas, struggling to breathe or think or even do anything. She tries to crawl out of the way and away from the match, just as Billy comes flying into the ring from the turnbuckle. With Alyssa leaning down in mid-attack on Savannah, Billy dives down hard onto Alyssa's back of the head and nails the Diving Double Foot Stomp from the HEAVENS! Alyssa just might have a concussion here as she's laid out on the canvas once again. But, Billy is nowhere near done as she rolls out of the ring to take care of business.

Billy jumps onto Slade's back like a wild spider monkey, fingers gouging into his eyes and mouth as she tries to do anything to cause him some pain. Anything to get him away from the real target she has in mind. Billy locks in the Slow Venom, Rear Choke with Bodyscissors as Slade sways around a bit. He leans against the barricade, begins to slowly lose oxygen as Billy doesn't let go until she's positive that he's out in some way, shape, or form. With Bishop having taken the brunt of the damage from Slade hitting an Execution By Force, the Military Press GTS took a lot out of Bishop.

Billy's looking to put an end to this as she drives her boot into Bishop's ribcage six times as he's on hands and knees. She wastes no time throwing him into the ring as she follows close behind. Billy climbs the closest turnbuckle, waits patiently, then dives off to nail Bishop with the Deadfall! Tornado DDT from the turnbuckles connects and Bishop hits head first on those lego pieces. Billy hooks the leg, looking for the three count here.

ONE!
TWOO!!
THREEE!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner AND NEWWWWW Noble Champion... BBBIIILLLYYY BBBEEENNNEEETTTTTT!

The crowd boos loudly, though some cheer as Billy yanks the championship from the referee without a care. She puts the strap in her mouth, carries it between her teeth as she exits the ring slowly. Soaking up every single moment as she drags her newly won gold alongside her to the backstage area.

ALARA ADAMS: What. A. Match! An incredible showing from all of the competitors in this match tonight.

KAYDEN ELLIS: And True Society still gets to go home with gold in their hands. Unfortunate. But, as much as I hate to say it, True Society included, there was a hell of a performance put on by all of them. It's going to be a tough act to follow.
















CLARA OLSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for ONE FALL. This is the Main Event for Wired Consequences and these three individuals will be competing in a BARBED WIRE HEAVEN MATCH!!!

Clara stands outside the ring, trying to stay as far away from the destruction in front of her. The ropes were wrapped tightly in multiple strings of barbed wire, each corner occupied by a piece of plywood covered in barbed wire, tables surrounding the ring covered in barbed wire, and ladders standing on the outside of the ring at the corners…its sides wrapped in barbed wire.

The camera focuses on a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair standing next to an obviously annoyed Clara Olson. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and is holding a single index card in his left hand. We then see a microphone lowered from the ceiling into the man’s waiting grasp. He takes the microphone in his right hand and raises it as he begins to read from his card.

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

As Julius' own version of "Stackolee" begins to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed lighting to rest upon the entrance, where Julius Fairweather stands with both arms raised over his head, a look of total determination on his face. Wearing a black boxer’s robe with golden trim, hood down and the front untied, he begins to bounce back and forth on his feet, shadow boxing as the instrumental beat perfectly accompanies his movements. As the song shifts in tone, Julius begins to advance toward the ring, stopping to give a fan a cold stare when they manage to grab his attention. It is a bug-eyed look from a man that simply does not give a fuck, and fearing the possibility of being knocked out, the fan backs down.

After stepping between the ropes as carefully as he can, Julius gives Joey Fatone a bug-eyed glare before continuing to bounce from left to right, jabbing and striking with a flurry of warm-up punches. He ends his routine with an impressive leaping roundhouse kick before stepping to the ropes to give that cold-hearted stare to both his fans and detractors. While some eat it up and others cautiously boo, Julius removes his ring robe and tosses it over the top rope to his ring announcer and personal attendant. He then moves to his corner and continues to stay loose with a few wind up punches and knee lifts.

Booming voice over the speakers: Brought to you by Dru Brew; for all your boozy cannabis needs, it’s Dru Brew, sit down and cast a spell, Dru Brew, now Hex Free!

CLARA OLSON: And the second challenger of the evening…coming to us from NEW YORK CITY…weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds…DRAKON…DRUSCCILLLLLAAAAA WHIIIIIIIITTTTEEE!!!

Pyros hit, blinding the arena briefly and "The Animal" by Disturbed begins to play, however the voices are different. It’s a Wolves of Odinn cover! Sung by none other than Dru herself!

As the video on the Jumbotron flickers to life. Dru; shrouded in a black cloak, head down stepped onto the ramp. 0:32 seconds; Dru’s arm is raised, 0:36 it pumps the air to the beat as she begins to move. Heavy boots made little to no noise as she made her way down the ramp.

“We both Shall Dine in Hell Tonight….”

The cloak burst open and billowed to the ground behind her, revealing that ripped, tight, Wolves of Odinn tank top. Pants, seemingly painted on, matched the ripped nature of her shirt. But once the lights made their way to her face; that wolf's mask was glaringly obvious. Obscuring her face.

3:03 “We begin the hunt tonight… Till the power calls, and the creatures take flight. For the kill is close now… We’ll be satisfied.

Two more bodies stepped in behind Dru; cast in shadows, who were they?

3:12 “For the smell of fear tonight, is an ancient lust that will not be denied….”

The duo behind her howled; Dru, halfway down the ramp, threw her head back and howled in return. An eerie sound echoed throughout the arena. As her howl ended, her mask went flying back to the duo. Her face, lit by the flash of the pyro around her, was smiling. The 5’9” Bayou Playboy was in her element. Boots now would thud over the ramp with each step she took, the video on the monitor behind her showed wolves running for the kill, her movements were calculated like above. Lithe frame moved with an odd grace; a fear-instilling air of deadly mystery in the crowd.

3:20 “For the animal's soul is mine…”

As the wolves, on the monitor, leapt to attack, Dru stepped into the ring. One boot up on the ropes, leaning her frame over the turnbuckle, yelling to the crowd. She laughed, tossing her long hair back, she looked at the cameras, winked and flipped the bird.

3:55 “And now, we both shall Dine, In Hell Tonight…”

As the song began to end, Dru threw herself into a terrifying howl; which echoed over the din. The woman’s presence was intimidating. It was vicious. Standing back up straight, Dru, glaring back at the cameras, pointed those claws of hers at her shirt, and cackled as she yelled: “I’d rather be a Wolf of Odinn, than a Lamb of God!!”

Then… the lights go out. The song ends, the arena went wild with screams and cheers. The crowd began chanting “Drakon!” as the blackout continued.

Once the lights come back up, Dru is standing in the center of the ring...glaring at Julius Fairweather like a predator, awaiting their prey… Ready for blood.

CLARA OLSON: AND FINALLY…coming to us from a place unknown…weighing in at two-hundred and eighteen pounds…THE NIGHTMARE KING…THE PRIME CHAMPION…HHHHAAAAVVVOOOOCCCC!!!

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait 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 carefully climbing up to the top turnbuckle and embraces the negative crowd reaction with a smirk on his face. His music ends and he jumps down…handing his Prime Championship Title off to the ref. He looks at Julius and then at Druscilla, a sadistic smirk on his face.

DING! DING! DING!

The match started pretty violently as both Druscilla and Havoc began to unleash everything they could, onto Julius Fairweather. Being outnumbered two-to-one, with True Society taking the edge over Big Drip, there wasn’t much that could be done by Julius.

ALARA ADAMS: Julius may actually have an advantage in this two-on-one. Don’t forget, he overcame the odds in a handicap match against his former partner Pyro and this very same Havoc.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I don’t honestly think that this is the same Havoc. He even LOOKS different.

After an unrelenting attack, Havoc took the moment to send Julius out of the ring with a MONSTER clothesline, the barbed wire ripping into Julius’ back as he flew over the ropes. But as Havoc looked down at his accomplishment, the True Society bond disappeared and it became all business. Druscilla attacked Havoc from behind, throwing elbows into his back, before kicking the back of his legs and causing him to drop to his knees. With the Champ down on his knees, Druscilla bounced off the ropes (ripping into her own skin) and came flying forward…DROPKICKING THE CHAMP FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE!!! Crying out, Havoc pulled his face from the wire, leaving behind a large chunk of skin. Blood instantly began flowing down his face.

ALARA ADAMS: Jesus, the blood is FLOWING!

Druscilla ran and bounced off the ropes again, coming back to offer Havoc a second helping of Sole Fish, but the Champ was too quick and caught on. He raised to his feet as she got near, grabbing her by the arm and HIP TOSSED HER OVER THE ROPES AND THROUGH A BARBED WIRE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: She got some clearance! Too bad she missed touching any of those barbes on the ropes…but thankfully those tables rectified the situation.

Havoc touches the large gash on his forehead, when he catches something from the corner of his eye. The Champ looks up…TO SEE JULIUS FAIRWEATHER COME FLYING OFF THE LADDER FROM THE OUTSIDE WITH HAVOC’S BAT!!! JULIUS COMES DOWN HARD, CRACKING HAVOC IN THE HEAD WITH THE BAT AND THE CHAMPION DROPS TO THE MAT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Druscilla is just starting to push the broken table bits off of her herself and Julius is wide open to do what he needs to win this Championship.

Julius drops onto Havoc…

ONE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: We may have a new Champ here!

TWO!!

ALARA ADAMS: Singles Championship AND Tag Team Championship? Who does he think he is, Warstein?

THR-

Before the ref could bring down his hand for the final count…the lights in the arena go black.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell is this shit?

The lights stay off for a moment…when suddenly a familiar image appears in the ring: A red-L.E.D. purge mask. The mask illuminates Julius’ back, who has stood up…wondering what was going on. The lights kick on and suddenly Julius is in full recognition of the dire circumstances he is in. Standing in the ring is Legacy Champion Syndicate, Ascension Champion Valkyrie, Tag Team Champion Slade Castle, Noble Champion Billy Bennett, Warrior Rising Champion Casanova English…and Arik Holt’s alter-ego…Redd.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh shit. This doesn’t look good for Julius.

Julius, frantic, looks around at everyone…trying to make sure he sees them all at once. Redd raises an opened hand into the air and then after a few seconds, closes it into a fist. True Society all advance forward…

“Enemies” by Shinedown, explodes out of the speakers as True Society stops and everyone turns their attention to the entrance to see a familiar looking man step out onto the entrance ramp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait…isn’t that the man who served Arik some papers earlier tonight?

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like him.

Redd walks over to the ropes and removes the mask, showing Arik’s tear-stained face. But the anger and hatred is just dripping off of him. The man just shakes his head no, causing Arik to throw a fit…grabbing one of the barbed wire plyboards from a corner and throwing it out of the ring, in the direction of the man. Then once again…the lights go out.

KAYDEN ELLIS: STOP IT!!! THIS IS SO LATE NINETIES, EARLY TWO-THOUSANDS!!!

The lights come back on and only a blood covered Havoc and Julius are in the ring…well…except for Druscilla, who has climbed into the ring too.

ALARA ADAMS: Whatever papers he gave Arik, sure has the General Manager running scared.

The music ends as the man smirks and walks back through the curtains.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Julius still looks a little confused by the whole situation.

Julius looks back down at Havoc, but doesn’t have time to react as Druscilla comes charging forward and jumps on his back…seconds before sinking her teeth into the side of his neck. Screaming and trying to shake her off, Julius flails around the ring…before managing to grab her and THROW her off his back…BUT SHE LANDS ON HER FEET!!! Druscilla turns around…FUCKING FOOT MAS-NO!!! DRUSCILLA DUCKED UNDER THE ROUNDHOUSE AND COME UP WITH A HARD UPPERCUT…SENDING JULIUS’S TESTICLES UP INTO HIS THROAT!!!

ALARA ADAMS: NOT HIS BEAUTIFULLY WAXED BALLS!!!

Julius falls hard to the ground…just in time for Druscilla to see the barbed wire bat come FLYING at her face. With a hard cracking noise, a partially-blinded Havoc cracks Druscilla in the side of the temple, dropping her to the ground. The Champ kicks around, trying to find the fallen body…finally kicking his boot against Druscilla’s shin. He lifts the bat once more AND COMES DOWN NOT ONCE…NOT TWICE…BUT THREE TIMES IN HER RIBS! ALMOST CERTAINLY BREAKING SOME RIBS AND VISIBLY RIPPING AT HER SKIN WITH EACH HIT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: That was brutal! He could have broken her ribs and possibly collapsed her lung or something.

ALARA ADAMS: But I don’t think he knows who he hit! Look at him.

Havoc tries to wipe away some of the blood in his eyes from the wide open gash on his forehead…but his vision is still extremely blurred as he just instinctively drops to the mat and hooks Druscilla’s leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner…AND STILL PRIME CHAMPION…HAAAAAVVVVOOOOCCC!!!

Havoc stands to his feet and is handed his Prime Championship…though he obviously is still having a hard time seeing.





Havoc tries his best to rub at his eyes, when there is a loud commotion coming from the crowd.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I see the crowd going crazy, but I can’t see who they are going crazy for.

Then as if the crowd finally parted, we see black hair hop the fan barrier and slide into the ring and just BARELY get under the barbed wire.

ALARA ADAMS: IT’S ELENA DeDRACA!!! WE HAVEN’T SEEN HER SINCE BLOODBATH!!!

Elena stands to her feet and spins Havoc around. She grabs around his neck and drops to the ground with a HUGE jawbreaker that causes Havoc to drop the Prime Championship.

KAYDEN ELLIS: LIGHTS OUT BY ELENA DeDRACA!!!

Elena does a kip-up to get back on her feet, before grabbing the Prime Championship and looking at it. She looks at Havoc…then out to the crowd…before holding the title high above her own head. The fans explode!

ALARA ADAMS: ELENA IS BACK AND I THINK SHE JUST SIGNALED TO EVERYONE HER INTENTIONS!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well…thank you everyone for being here tonight. That is Alara Adams, I am Kayden Ellis…AND WE WILL SEE YOU ON THE NEXT FALLOUT!!!

The camera’s show Elena holding the title up high into the air…before fading out to the usual logo.