FALLOUT XVIII | 1/6/2022 - 'The Choices We Make' Results

Our show starts and we open up in the office of Fallout General Manager, Arik Holt. The room is a mess as the computer is smashed and broken on the floor, papers litter the ground, knife marks can be seen etched all over the top of his desk. Sitting in his office chair, Arik has his eyes closed and a cell phone up to his left ear…a large knife stabbed into the desk to his right

ARIK HOLT: No, no…I understand Matt. That injury sounds like a tough deal to come back from. Sorry to see you go, since we just got you back in Project: Honor. At least we still have you in True Soc-

Arik pauses for a moment as he listens for a moment.

ARIK HOLT: Oh…leaving True Society too? Naw, that’s understandable. I mean we just ousted Graham Baker, but we can handle you taking a time-out to get better. Just remember that if you ever want to slide back in, you have a spot here at Fallout and in true Society.

Another pause while Arik listens.

ARIK HOLT: Yeah, you take care of yourself too. Talk to you later.

Arik pulls the phone from his ear and hits the ‘end call’ button…before jumping to his feet and spinning around, slamming his phone against the wall and shattering it into pieces.

ARIK HOLT: MOTHERFUCKER!!!

The door to his office opens, but we can not see the person who opened the door.

ARIK HOLT: We boot Adora out because of his lack of motivation. We boot Baker out because of his lack of motivation. Now Matthew Knox not only leaves Project: Honor…but True Society as well. That leaves us with Syndicate, Havoc, Billy Bennett, Valkyrie, Slade Castle, Casanova English, Druscilla White…and now…

Arik turns towards the door, to the unseen person.

ARIK HOLT: …now we have you. But I have a specific job for you tonight. One that will help tear down someone that I helped built up.

Arik reaches over and grabs his large knife, pulling it out of his desk. Bringing the knife to the wall in front of himself, he begins to carve into it.

ARIK HOLT: You invade Project: Honor, claiming to be one of it’s best by simply being here. You barely pull yourself from match to match, taking out the lowly and untalented individuals, holding your nose up to those who truly are gifted. You break EVERYONE you come into contact with, putting them in danger with every unintelligible move you make…all for your own vanity. And yet you call ME the monster?

Stepping away from the wall, we see Arik has carved the name ‘Sav’ into the wall.

ARIK HOLT: I’ll make sure you see all of the monster that you say I am.

With a hard thud, Arik slams the knife straight into the middle of the ‘A’. Without seeing or hearing who is at the door still, we slowly fade out.




Our television screen fades to show a live shot of fans outside of the Heritage Bank Center, Cincinnati, Ohio. Fans can be seen holding up signs as the camera zooms into the ones waiting in line.

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



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

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

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

Above the Prime Championship Title is a large picture of Havoc.

#Destruction inside
What's left is fading away

Above the Noble Championship is a large picture of Billy Benntt.

#Deception & lies
I know you're going insane

Above the Ascension Championship Title is a picture of Valkyrie.

#Now I don't know where you went wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

A clip begins to play of James Ranger standing across the ring from Rapture.

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

A second clip showing Alyssa Grace, Michael Bishop, and Sawyer standing across from Bianca McBride, Logan Burgess, and Nick Danger.

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

Cut to an image of Havoc and Billy Bennett standing on one side of the screen and Earl Boyd and Latoya Hixx standing on the other.

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

Move to the next match and we see Valkyrie with her Ascension Championship, standing with Henry lee Hyde, Mr. Wright, and Graham Baker.

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

The Main Event of the night, shows Elena DeDraca, Jason Long, Slade Castle, Julius Foulweather, Jacob Steele, Savannah Sunshine, and Druscilla White…all standing in a group…a bright star in the background.

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

The scene fades out to show the Heritage Bank Center in Cincinnati, Ohio.

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

The words ‘45 Days until The Crowning II appear on the screen, over the image of the Heritage Bank Center.

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

Everything fades out to a new set of words: ‘EPISODE XVIII: THE CHOICES WE MAKE’

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

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









Rapture seems like he's doomed from the start, but surprisingly he has managed to nearly beat James Ranger on a few occasions. One moment in the match, Rapture places his hand in his pocket, and remembering what happened with Jason, James figures he was meant to see God early. When backed into a corner, Rapture jams his hand forward, it only turns out to be his hand and him jamming his finger into Ranger's stomach. At the end of the match, a big ol surprise happens when Rapture catches Ranger off guard with 'Only Man' and drops down for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner by pinfall…RAPTURE!!!




CORA FRYE: Last week we saw the stupidest man alive…beat everyone in a round of trivia.

We see Hated R holding his arms up in victory during the 1990’s trivia challenge where he went eight for eight.
GRACE LOPEZ: We watched a former bodybuilder break the laws of physics.

Cutting over to the physical challenge, Ball Cupping. Brunhilde Leichenberg is standing on the ledge and as the ball flies OVER her head…she raises her arm and snaps her fingers. The bell changes course in mid air and cuts sharply back to land in her bowl.

STEPHANIE FISCHER: And we watched Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome Butler bake us something that made all the ladies wet…their mouths…I MENT THEIR MOUTHS! WET WITH SALIVA!!! GOD DAMMIT!!!

We see Hudson, hands at his side, nodding towards the judges as they award him the win.

CHLOE BARR: But when it came down to the matches, that’s where things got a little chaotic.

Brunhilde pinning Chelsea Kennedy, while Hated R looks on.

Jakeem Kobra shoving his hand into Hudson’s mouth.

Tibaggu standing in the ring with Jasiah, Cooler TJ, and Jobber Joe standing on the outside.

AURORA BIGGS: And in the end, we had one person climb to the front of the pack with three points out of a possible three.

We see a wooden board with names and numbers slid into it. The name at the top of the board with 3 points, Brunhilde Leichenberg.

MATTHEW KESSLER: The challenges may not get any harder…but we do have more people coming to play the game.

We see the newest cast member, Lena Soulas, smiling at the screen as she steps onto the dock from the boat that brought her over to North Brother Island.

BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Can Brunhilde hold onto her lead or is someone else going to step up to the top of the leader boards?

Words flash across the screen.

Trivia Challenge - Music

Physical Challenge - Wipeout’s Pummel Pool

Specialty Challenge - HR Derby

PAUL QUINTON: All on next week’s Pursuit Of The Ring!








Burgess, Danger, and McBride came down to the ring without any sort of fanfare…but what do you expect from talent that is a combined 0-22. Alyssa Grace and Michael Bishop came out to a loud pop from the crowd, but Sawyer never managed to find his way out…so this became a 2-on-3 Handicap match.

In usual Fallout fashion, this was no regular tag match. Grace and Bishop showed the Project: Honor crowd exactly why they should all be excited to see these two in the PH ring. Not even letting any of their opponents get a lick in, they crushed Bianca McBride on the outside ...between two of the fan barricades. They dismantled Nick Danger, putting him to sleep with a con-chair-to. Then to finish it off in true fashion, Bishop caught Burgess in the face with a pair of Hellbows that sent him to his knees…then only all fours as his nose gushed blood all over the mat. With her opportunity open, Grace connected with the No Happy Ending…planting Logan’s face into the mat with the diving double foot stop, before nonchalantly hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winners…ALYSSA GRACE and MICHAEL BIIIIISSSHOOOOPPPP!!!




The camera follows Billy Bennett as she stumbles down a hallway backstage, veering left and right unsteadily, seemingly unable to walk a straight line. She mumbles to herself under her breath before opening the door to a supply room, the place she’s using to store her belongings at this venue.

Strangely, the room is already occupied by a woman with blonde/pink hair done up in twin pigtails. She’s wearing a horizontally striped white and pink shirt, with bright blue denim overalls.

Standing in the far corner and facing the wall with her hands over her eyes, she counts aloud in an upbeat, sing-song tone between brief giggles.

CANDI: 45... hehe... 46... hehehe... 47... hehe--

The intruder’s count is interrupted, as Billy stomps over to her; grabbing a handful of hair, she yanks Candi Cain's head back before slamming her face into the wall with a sickening CRUNCH.

Growling as she pulls the strange woman’s head away from the wall - revealing a busted nose which drips blood down into her still-smiling mouth, staining teeth a shade of crimson - Billy shoves her down to the ground with an angry snarl.

Before Candi can sit up or shuffle away, Billy has already closed the distance, jamming the heel of her boot down onto the woman’s throat; just enough pressure to keep her from struggling, without preventing a response to the burning question:

BILLY: What ya doin’ in my room, girl?

CANDI: Don’t... *cough* don’t mind me! My friend and I are just playing a game of Die and Go Seek! I have to count to one hundred, then go find the body!

BILLY: ...huh?

Smiling even wider, Candi doesn’t elaborate; instead pointing at the boot resting on her throat. It’s missing a lace, the tongue flapping loose.

CANDI: Ooops! You could have tripped and hurt yourself, and that wouldn’t be fun at all!

Candi Cain takes her other hand and fishes for something in the pocket of her overalls. She pulls out a bright pink boot lace, offering it up towards Billy.

CANDI: Look! I have an extra! Sharing is caring!

Billy stares down at the thing, her expression a mixture of confusion and disgust. After a few seconds, she snatches it out of Candi’s hand and lifts her heel off the stranger’s windpipe.

BILLY: Just get out, before I do somethin’ ya won’t be walkin’ away from.

Taking a seat in a folding chair, Billy pauses for a moment before she starts to thread the pink shoelace through her boot; she doesn’t seem too happy about it, though. It looks ridiculous, but she can’t go out and fight with one boot left untied.

Meanwhile, Candi rubs at her throat - pale skin now a bright red where the boot’s tread was pressed against it - and pushes herself back to a standing position. She skips towards the door, opening it before pausing to wave goodbye to her attacker; still friendly and smiling, despite the busted nose and aching throat.

CANDI: Bye bye, Billy! You should stop by the Playhouse sometime!

Candi disappears into the hall, and the door shuts behind her. It takes the stunned Billy a moment to make the connection between the word ‘Playhouse’ and that Mr. Wright creep who’s been hassling her.

Rushing to her feet, Billy dashes to the door and flings it open, glancing out into the hallway. No doubt she plans on dragging the strange woman back into the room for further questioning... but Candi is gone. The hallway is empty in both directions, like the intruder has just... disappeared into thin air.

Growling low before she steps back into the supply room, Billy shakes her head, trying to clear her mind after another bizarre, unsettling encounter with those weirdos from that goddamn TV show.






Earl Boyde and Latoya Hixx came out first, the crowd behind them cheering ‘BLUE-PRINT’ and ‘HEY-BOY’ at every turn. Then the boos rained down as Havoc and Billy Bennett stepped out of the back. On their way to the ring, Havoc had to help Billy forward a time or two, but they made it into the ring and the bell rang. The Prime Champion and Noble Champion had no problem dispatching the 0-13 Latoya Hixx and former Gatekeeper Champion, with Billy having to be pulled from a bloody-faced Hixx…just to check on the Blueprint. But with a thumbs up, Latoya stood to her feet and was rewarded with Billy grabbing her in the bridging double underhook submission hold…locking the Snake Handler in with a devious smile on her face.

Earl tried to slide in the ring, but Havoc…who had been mostly resting while watching Billy go ape-shit…stopped him by simply stepping in between him and the two ladies. A growl escaped Havoc’s lips as Latoya finally smacked the ground to stop the pain.

CLARA OLSON: And your winners by submission…Havoc and Billy Bennet…TRUE…SOOOOCCIIIIEEETTTYYYY!!!











Baker came out first, the fans cheering him on slightly…now that they knew he was no longer in True Society. Henry Lee Hyde came out next, the fans cheering him as he soaked it in. Mr. Wright slowly walked out next, the fans still unsure of where this man’s loyalties lied. But when Valkyrie came out, they knew they hated her. Boos came from every direction, as did some empty plastic bottles and other discarded foot containers. But it didn't phase her as she walked to the ring with the blood-stained Ascension Championship high in the air.

The bell rung and both Hyde and Wright watched as Baker went straight for the Champ. There was bad blood there, after what happened on the last episode of Fallout. After all, it was Valkyrie and Druscilla who gave Graham his walking papers from True Society. But Baker had no chance as there was a fire in Valkyrie’s eyes that she ran up the ropes in the corner, pushed off and came flying back into Baker with a Mjolnir...breaking his nose and causing him to crumple to the ground. With their window open, Hyde charged forward…while Wright sat down in the corner, crossing his legs and leaning forward to watch the action with an unhinged glee.

Hyde managed to catch Valkyrie off guard with a few jabs and uppercuts, before dropping her with a monster clothesline. As Valkyrie climbed back to her feet, Mr. Wright had seen enough and stood up…walking over to Hyde and spinning him around. Instead of catching him off guard though, he just waved at him…confusing Henry a bit. But Henry Lee Hyde reacted quickly, boxing Mr. Wright’s ears…causing The Friend to grab at his ears. But Mr. Wright reacted quickly, lunging forward and grabbing Hyde and lifting him into the air with a bear hug aka POP! Goes the Weasel. Henry began elbowing and hitting Mr. Wright in the face with forearms…trying to free himself.

ONE!

Henry finally broke the hold with a ‘Long Live’ headbutt to the face of Mr. Wright.

TWO!!

As his feet hit the ground, both of them heard the same thing and turned to look at Valkyrie covering the still unconscious Graham Baker.

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner…AND STILL ASCENSION CHAMPION..>VAAALLLLKKKYYYRRRIIIIEEE!!!

Valkyrie is handed her title as Hyde and Wright stare in disbelief. She wipes the title across baker’s bloody face, adding to the red stain smeared across the gold.




LARA CHAMBERS: I missed this.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I really didn’t.

DEIRDRE EVANS: Well, I wasn't sure if we would come back here. Elena wasn't all too thrilled about certain things.

Lara and Alexandra looked at their friend, both slightly puzzled.

DEIRDRE EVANS: What? You all act so surprised. Project Honor is filled with corrupted individuals. Why would someone of her status return to this place? I thought this was pretty obvious.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: But, darling… every wrestling company is just like that. They smile at your face, and stab you in the back the next moment. Elena knew that all along. That is what makes a huge difference between herself and some of those piglets here. She knows. And she doesn’t care.

All this time the fourth person of the group had been quiet. Obviously her focus had been somewhere else. As the camera followed the gaze of Elena DeDraca, they spotted none other than Jason Long.

LARA CHAMBERS: You want us to get him down…

Elena slowly shook her head before starting to walk closer. Not yet reaching her opponent, but still close enough for the viewer to get a better look.

DEIRDRE EVANS: That would be fun. He is so cute and tiny. Just imagine if we all got him at the same time.

ELENA DEDRACA: There is no need to attack him. I am just curious about a few things.

She had hardly finished that sentence when setting herself in motion once again. Before any other member of HYDRA could react, Elena had reached Jason. Without a warning or causing any noise she had appeared in front of his eyes. She observed him with a smirk on her face. Or maybe it was a smile. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to follow, standing behind their leader.

ELENA DEDRACA: I hoped to find you here, darling.

JASON LONG: Oh, you did? That’s just great to hear because– well, I expected to be alone, one on one… just for a little bit of a conversation. Then again-

Jason glanced over the shoulder of Elena, spotting the three members of HYDRA staring right back at him.

JASON LONG: I shouldn’t have expected anything different from someone like you… or even them right behind you.

ELENA DEDRACA: Oh, love. Do they bother you? I thought you like to have something for the eyes here and there. But that is beside the point, right? Plus, you know better than to expect an attack. Who am I? True Society? Or anything like that.

She let out a small laughter. Without any verbal command the other members of Hydra backed off, not too far but still giving them privacy.

ELENA DEDRACA: Better?
JASON LONG: I suppose so. Things haven’t been the same since– well, our own downfalls. Have to keep a keen eye on who I share a room with in case things get ugly nowadays. Anyway, you’ve dragged me here for a reason, and now? I’d like to know. I don’t suppose it’s to share cupcakes you’ve made and be best buddies like nothing’s ever happened, right?

Elena looked at him intensively. She wasn't exactly surprised about his reaction. Tough and somewhat stiff. If anything, she welcomed it. But it wasn't in her nature to play dumb either.

ELENA DEDRACA: We are not best buddies? Damn that hurts. Let me get something straight before this talk can really start, shall we? Nothing ever happened between us. We had a match. We both burnt. You just were on fire a little quicker, I am not too high up there to say that out loud. Good? Good. And I didn’t wanna drag you here, I just believe we have a common problem. And it is not our prettiness.

JASON LONG: Well, yeah. Everyone has had the same problem, Elena. Everyone’s been having the same fuckin’ problem since they’ve showed up and tried to take this whole thing over. And considering the only bit of fuckin’ defense around here is from Big Drip Productions and a gang of misfits they’ve got accompanying them– everyone’s shit out of luck.

ELENA DEDRACA: That is one of the problems. But not every problem. First things first, the main problem is the word defense. Those fucktards are so easy to read. And while I couldn’t care less about True Society, some of the people in there- well I would like to strangle.

The smile on her face was still growing.

ELENA DEDRACA: But even if you don’t know me all that well, you know that I have a hard time faking it. I don’t like anyone interfering in my shit and I believe you are just the same. I stand by everything I said in the past, Jason. I want better things for you because you deserve them. But…

It was time for one of those dramatic pauses. The kind people took to get their message across.

ELENA DEDRACA:... that will only happen if you lose the pants that are too tight.

From the distance the other members of HYDRA laughed. Jason stared at Elena, raising an eyebrow over her comments, and then taking notice of the other members of HYDRA laughing in the background.

JASON LONG: What are you trying to tell me, Elena?

ELENA DEDRACA: Oh, you took that literally. My bad, I think the Brit in me is still very wild these days. I mean you got a cute bum…that’s what Lara said, but yeah. What I try to say is this. get right of all the blocks you have. You, among others, wanna take down True Society? Good. But then it must stop when they have all the aces in their hands. You are not a figure in a damn chess game. Arik Holt is no god. He might believe so, but he isn’t. Syndicate, no- I will not go down that road. And all else? Maggots. That crawled out of their holes at the right time.

In an almost gentle manner she reached out, patting his shoulder.

ELENA DEDRACA: You are the guy that got killed and got back up. I don’t fucking care if they put us in one idiotic match after the other, they can’t take that away. We all have our own goals when it comes to Project Honor and maybe this means we go a few steps together.

JASON LONG: Here’s the thing, Elena. You’re going to tell me that there are others around that want to ‘take down’ True Society but come on– you know better than to just expect me to be content with knocking them out of the field. When I say that I’ll ‘take down’ True Society, I mean by fuckin’ killing them off one by one. Slaughtering them like they’re meat on a hook. Maiming them and making them unrecognizable to the human eye. Do you really think people would go as far as how I intend to go?

Jason pauses for a second, giving himself a chance to take a deep breath.

JASON LONG: I wouldn’t even think that you’d follow in the same path, the same plan, and make the same fate for them as I would. Hell, I wouldn’t even know what you really have planned out for this whole thing, Elena, but I have mine and I know what I need to do. I understand that maybe you’re thinking of some sort of an alliance between us? But unless you’ve got the same motive as mine for those fuckin’ bastards? I’d start looking elsewhere. And I’d start looking really fuckin’ quick before they can snatch them up.

ELENA DEDRACA: Jason, don’t be so quick on what you think you know. I thought our encounters, or the time together in this company has taught you a thing or two about me. I don’t seek revenge. I don’t need any alliance. But I chose to come here and speak with you. Not because I need to, but I want to. Your motives are pretty obvious, not only to me. But they play the numbers game and at points that works really well.

The expression on her face was a lot more serious now. This was business after all.

ELENA DEDRACA: I don’t appreciate being led on or replaced. But the moment I lost that LEGACY title, they got themselves a new puppy. Maybe my ego is hurt, maybe I am just a bitter bitch. But what I offer you here is something rare. We don’t have to become best friends. I don’t have to adore the thing you call your girlfriend. But that is where it becomes interesting. I am always willing to go that extra mile and that is how I got this far. In the end it doesn’t matter what you decide, but one thing for sure- HYDRA will watch your back.

JASON LONG: You know what? Fine. I’ll accept it. If you’d like to watch over me in case shit hits the fan, then be my guest, but here’s the thing that you might have missed since you’ve been gone, Elena– It’s not just me you’ll be dealing with in this agreement. With a blink of an eye, I can change to something more twisted than imaginable. It might seem like some hocus pocus bullshit to you, but once these eyes of mine start glowing? He doesn’t need protection. He can defend himself all the same as having a whole fuckin’ army to watch over him.

A little half-smile soon grew on Jason’s face.

JASON LONG: Things have changed around here, Elena. But, then again, maybe you’re right about one thing. And if we play our cards right, with you somewhat at my side, then maybe True Society can finally fuck off and be riddened. Also, I do apologize for taking things so seriously. These past few months have had me on edge whenever I come around to these shows and considering you wanted to speak to me and also having HYDRA nearby– I couldn’t take the chance.

ELENA DEDRACA: No need to apologize. If it hadn’t been for a together cause, Jason, you might lay here bleeding by now. But the concept of HYDRA is very clear. We are not the villains of this story. But we will always be predators. I don’t deny my nature, darling. Thing is this, we both know how this industry works. It is, eat or be eaten. And I tell you this, if I am eaten- then it will be their last fucking meal ever.

Now her expression had softened slightly and slowly the other members of the group walked closer. They all gave him a smile. But it was Alexandra Kelly that took that extra step forward, looking up to Elena.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Can we now pinch his butt for good luck?

Elena looked at her, not quite sure how to answer this. She gave an apologetic look to Jason before they walked off. But not without looking back once more.

JASON LONG: Elena. One last thing.

Jason glanced back just as Elena had done the same, but this time, there was a smile that rested on his face.

JASON LONG: Good luck out there tonight.






We find ourselves back down at the ring and both Savannah Sunshine and Jacob Steele are already waiting outside the monstrous cage, for the others. Both of them keep giving each other dirty looks, Savannah because of what Jacob Steele was doing to her fiance…and Jacob because Savannah was Jason’s fiance…


CLARA OLSON: Introducing next, weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds…from New York City…DRUSCILLA…WHIIIITTTEEE!!!

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.

Druscilla stopped and slowly looked at the giant cage in front of her as her music died down but the lights stayed dim.

CLARA OLSON: Next, coming to the ring weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-two pounds…from Detroit, Michigan…SLADE…CAAASSTTTLLLEE!!!

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 towards his shoulder. A slight gleam can be seen through the darkness. Slade walks into the spotlight with the championship draped over his shoulder. Slade, now taping his fits, begins staring intensely, yet void of emotion, at the ring. Slade finishes taping his fists then cracks his knuckles, then his neck. The champ pulls the strap off his shoulder and with one hand, drags the belt behind him as 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.

Slade steps up next to Druscilla as his music fades away, joining in her gaze at the destruction that awaits before them.

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

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

Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees the crowd gathering around the ring. He slowly walks up to Savannah, not giving her much of a look…but she is slowly talking to him as his music goes quiet.

CLARA OLSON: AND FINALLY…weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds...from Garrison, New York…FORMER TWO TIME LEGACY CHAMPION…THE GOTHMOTHER OF WRESTLING…ELENA…DeeeeeeDRRRRAAAACCCAAAA!!!

The mixtures of crowd noises and restlessness blended into a low hum that filled the venue, but that would soon be drowned out. The entrance way went dark and a heavy, distorted guitar riff took over the speakers. The guitar riff lasted for two measures before the drums came in, introduced by crashing symbols. The video tron lit up with the of a logo of a serpentine sea-monster accompanying the word “HYDRA”. By this time, Chino Moreno’s voice was heard layered over the heavy instrumental of Deftone’s “Rocket Skates”. As soon as his first verse was started, the entrance way was lit up with crimson red lights.

“You're red, soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red, soaking wet.
Lets writhe, let me see you trip.”

With that first section used as an introduction, Elena DeDraca pushed through the black curtain and onto the stage. The Pale Queen, the Fist of Hydra, stood motionless center stage for a moment before she was joined by the remaining HYDRA members - Alexandra Kelly, Deirdre Evans and Lara Chambers. The trio stood in a straight line across the stage behind Elena, who had a hint of a smile touching her lips. Elena waves off the members of HYDRA and slowly began her descent down the ramp alone…everyone’s attention now on her. As she gets to the bottom of the ramp and closer to Jason Long…her music ends.

CLARA OLSON: Rules are simple. Find your way to the top cage through food trap doors on the inside or four open doors on the outside of the top. When in the second cage…use the ladders up there to climb up and retrieve the ‘star’ hanging from a hook. Whomever obtains the star, is the winner.

DING! DING! DING!

All seven go running up to the multiple open doors in the bottom of the cage, with exception to Savannah Sunshine, who begins to climb the outside of the cage. Jacob Steele, who had already made it into the ring, takes a running jump and DROPKICKS the side of the cage…sending Savannah to go flying off the side of the cage and crashing to the mats on the outside.

ALARA ADAMS: Oof! At least it was only a couple of feet.

Jacob Steele barely had any time to get to his feet, before Jason Long spun him around and CRACKED him in the head with a metal pipe that was laying in the ring. Steele drops to a knee, only to have Elena DeDraca charge up and drive his face into the ground with Flight Of The Raven.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jaysus! Elena and Jason working together…everyone else is fucked!

Jason, without checking on Savannah, runs over and begins to climb up the inside of the bottom cage, aiming for one of the trap doors. Elena does the same thing, but on the opposite side of the cage. But someone else notices Savannah on the outside…Druscilla White. Drakon slips out of the ring and begins to stalk the fallen Savannah like prey, baring her teeth as a sign of aggression.

*BUZZER*

Everyone’s attention turns to one of the corner’s as Slade Castle had made his way to one of the trap doors…only to find it wouldn’t open.

ALARA ADAMS: And by power of deduction, that leaves us with three possible…

*BUZZER*

Julius Foulweather, in the opposite corner, finds his trap door is wrong as well.

ALARA ADAMS: …now TWO possible doors. So either Elena or Jason are going to make it to the top cage first.

By the time Druscilla turns back to look for Savannah, the Candyland Queen is already halfway up the bottom cage…aiming for one of the open doors in the top cage. Druscilla instantly begins climbing up the side of the cage, partially chasing after Sav and partially trying to climb to the top cage herself.

*DING*

KAYDEN ELLIS: And JASON just climbed through an open trap door!!!

Jason climbs into the top cage as Elena looks over and sees him climbing…giving up on her climb to the fourth trap door. Elena drops down to the mat, landing with a hard thud…but meets up with Foulweather and Castle, who are on their own way to the opening. Foulweather grabs Elena and whips her towards Castle…Castle lunges forward…BUT MISSES A CLOTHESLINE!!! Slade turns around AND ELENA WITH A LIGHTS OUT JAWBREAKER!!! SLADE CASTLE IS OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! Elena gets to her feet and looks to see Julius is already halfway up the bottom cage.

Meanwhile in the top ring, Jason walks over to Savannah, who had just grabbed the edge of the bottom of an open door. She reaches up one hand towards her fiance.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Jason…help me up!

Jason looks down at Savannah, her one hand holding onto the edge of the doorway…the other reaching towards him.

JASON LONG: You’ll thank me for this later.

Jason steps forward and steps on Savannah’s hand that is holding onto the cage As he removes his hand, Savannah falls backwards off the side of the cage. But she doesn’t get far before Druscilla reaches out and grabs her…barely holding onto the cage and saving Savannah from falling twenty feet to the ground.

DRUSCILLA WHITE: Sure you picked the right man there, cupcake?

And with that, Druscilla let go of Savannah…causing her to fall the rest of the way down to the mats with a hard THUD. As Savannah slowly stands to her feet, the fans begin to boo loudly. Arik Holt’s alter ego Redd, now stands at the top of the entrance ramp. With his red mask shining and cocked to the side, he holds the large hunting knife from earlier in his right hand.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh Shit.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jason…come save your fiancé. No one even knows what the prize is for getting that star! SAVE YOUR FIANCE!!!

Redd walks down the ramp as Jason stays busy trying to close the trap door on top of Julius Foulweather. He finally stops feet away from Savannah, who is just getting to her feet. But before he can say or do anything, Jacob Steele jumps in between him and Savannah. Without a word, Redd lunges forward and jams the knife into Steele’s chest, twisting it slightly.

REDD: Who the FUCK do you think you are standing in my way?

Jacob Steele opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a gurgling noise. Steele drops to his knees as Redd rips the knife out. The lifeless body of Jacob Steele drops to the ground. Redd looks up, his knife dripping with blood…Savannah is not standing just feet from him.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Arik…what have you done?

REDD: I’m tired of people standing in my way. Thinking they are BETTER than me. Thinking they can out-do me. I am the help. I am the solution. I HAVE THE PLANS!!!

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: And do you plan on killing me with that knife?

Redd looks at his knife, still dripping.

REDD: No. I plan to make you suffer just as much as you have made me suffer. I am the monster you created. And this is my wrath.

From behind Savannah, from the crowd, steps a second purge masked individual…but this one has a green purge mask on. Quickly running up from behind, Savannah turns around upon hearing the footsteps, just in time to get cracked in the side of the head with a half a brick. With blood running down the side of her head from a gash on her temple, Savannah collapses to the ground. The second person removes their purge mask, revealing the newest member of True Society…Angelo Caito.

Redd kneels down next to the unconscious Sunshine.

REDD: Just so you know…this is ONLY going to get worse…

Jason, having lost the battle to stop the others from making it…had broken away from the pack, who were all in the top cage already, and watched the chaos below.

REDD: And I won’t stop until you are BEGGING me for that ring. BEGGING me to take you away. Begging…me…for…forgiveness.

Redd stands to his feet as he and Angelo Caito turn and start walking up the ramp…but pass by ANOTHER True Society member who is standing at the top of the ramp…Prime Champion, Havoc. With his possible next contender in the match, he watches closely as Druscilla and Slade begin double teaming Elena…before Jason grabs Druscilla and rips her off of DeDraca. Druscilla stops herself inches away from the open trapdoor…but Elena whips Slade into her, causing them both to fall through the opening and crash into the mat below. Elena doesn’t have much time to react as Julius grabs her and spins her around, bringing down strike after strike for her to block.

ALARA ADAMS: His fiancé unconscious…his enemy dead…Jason is…climbing up the side of the cage? Why not just climb up one of the ladders that are already set up?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Would YOU trust a ladder on top of that cage top? I’ve been hearing it creaking. It’s holding a lot of weight and has taken some hard hits so far.

Elena finally catches Julius off guard with a knee to the groin, causing Foulweather to howl in disapproval. He drops to his knees as Elena sees Jason get to the top edge of the cage and pull himself up to stand on the corner.

ALARA ADAMS: THAT’S A FORTY FOOT DROP!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING???

Elena starts up the closest ladder, but is grabbed by Julius. Elena holds on for dear life as Jason suddenly lunges forward…hops onto the closest ladder and jumps…

JULIUS RIPS ELENA OFF THE LADDER AND POWERBOMBS HER ONTO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!

*SNAP*

KAYDEN ELLIS: THE CAGE JUST BROKE!!!

The top of the cage gives way as Julius and Elena fall with the cage top and the ladders, to the mat below. As the dust settles and the flashes of cameras stop…we see Jason Long holding onto the star. He looks down and with a deep breath…unhooks the little ball of light…dropping down into the wreckage below.

DING! DING! DING!

Medics run out of the back, blowing past Havoc, to check on the absolute carnage before them.

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…JASON…LOOOOOONNNNGGGG!!!

There is no ref to raise Jason’s hand, but there is a medic there to check on him and his holds the ‘star’ against his chest.

ALARA ADAMS: My God…someone has to be dead…

KAYDEN ELLIS: Other than Steele?

ALARA ADAMS: Thank you folks for being here tonight. We will see you in two weeks from Value City Arena! GOODNIGHT!!!

We see medics and stagehands un burying Druscilla and Slade, while others check on the rest of the injured warriors. We then fade to the Project: Honor logo.