Post by Brandon Hendrix on Jan 17, 2022 19:31:59 GMT -5
How It Started
"You may be asking "Why Angelo? Why join True Society?", spewing words like "traitor" and "Sell out" out of your mouths like venom. I figure it'd be time for the fanbase and wrestlers of Project Honor and especially Fallout the why.
It started October Fourteenth."
The masked individuals have just tossed Angelo, Julius, and ASHER out of the ring, leaving Pyro alone.
"I was there when this group was brought in, on the other side of it at first though. But even with that…"
During when Pyro was being dropped on his neck with a single underhook brainbuster on a trash can, a close up of the video highlights Angelo, peeking into the ring, not helping him at all, watching Pyro get destroyed in enjoyment.
"I enjoyed watching Pyro's career come to an abrupt end, but, being the good guy to the people, I had to pretend that I wanted vengeance. As for my race for the Ascension Championship, many believed it was to actually start a war, but in reality I just wanted Championship gold. In life there are two types of people: people who settle for being second best just to get to hear the roar of the people. And then there are people who win by any means necessary, whether people hate it or not. I'm that kind of person. I came into Project Honor to be a champion, not second place. And well, I was almost champion twice, and that's where everything "changed" so to say.
ASHER. When he cost me my title shot, that really set the foundation for what occurred. I don't forgive rookies that get too big when they are best at dark matches fighting Guy. So, I decided that he would fall for interfering with my building of my legacy's foundation. Guess using the brick was kinda ironic, but yet became my identity. And honestly, that's fine and dandy, because the truth of the matter is the brick, it's just an object for sure, but it's about the purpose. I've told everyone that brick by brick, I've built companies and my legacy from the ground up with my blood sweat and tears, but that wasn't good enough, right? No. For every single person, they wanted more. I got tired of it. So when I cracked that brick against the back of that failed abortions head, I felt… free. Watching him lay there, blood gushing from his skull… made me happy. I haven't been happy in years, but finally, I felt pure happiness in my soul.
Take me to the Purge match."
Earl Boyde is seen sitting on a desk, Gatekeeper Championship in hand, before being yanked from the table then powerbombed through the desk and covered for the three count. The shadow grabs the title, and the shadow is Angelo.
"While it wasn't my first choice, the devil that speaks to me said to take it, and I never question what he tells me. My biggest moment in Project Honor to date is winning this title, because as much as it's over with people, the Earl Boyde experiment was not working, and the voice within wanted me to take this title and hold it so that way it can mean something. But, to say that was the happiest moment of mine during that match can be considered an understatement."
ASHER is seen talking with Savannah. Before Asher could finish his admiration of his sister’s winnings...he is interrupted by a brick that cracks him in the back of the head, busting open his stitches. Asher stumbles forward and falls head first off the top of the ticket booth.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: ASHER!!!
Savannah comes running over, when Angelo Caito emerges from the shadows and jams something into her side. It wasn’t a sharp weapon, but rather a taser. Caito hits the button and as an electric shock travels through Savannah’s body, she drops to the ground, her body convulsing.
ANGELO CAITO: Stay the fuck out of this, Savannah. This has nothing to do with you...yet.
Angelo runs to the behind the booth, out of sight. But it doesn’t take long before he is seen climbing up onto the roof. He takes a running start, with something in his hands, and jumps…
ALARA ADAMS: DIVING ELBOW DROP OFF THE TOP OF THE BOOTH…
KAYDEN ELLIS: AND HE PUT A BRICK BETWEEN HIS ELBOW AND ASHER’S FACE!!! THE BRICK BROKE IN HALF!!!
Asher grabs his elbow in pain...but manages to pull himself over the bloodied Asher. The same ref comes into view.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
ASHER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
"God that brings me even more joy than the first encounter. Listening to his skull crack when elbowing that brick into his face, it was a moment of pleasure that no woman has brought me in a long time. Him and his cunt of a sister can say whatever they want to make themselves feel better, but I ended his career here. I killed off that walking sperm that should have been swallowed. Following Purge, I would be set to defend the title against weaklings. KAYLA. Noah Hope, and LeeAnn Morgan. But, the devil inside my head, he guided me to keep my title all three times."
The Devil Revealed
"The.. the voice that came to my head.. I had to search to find out who the devil really was. It was January 5th, 2022. I was walking down the freezing streets of Detroit, and suddenly a bag went over my head, my hands were zip tied together, and so were my legs. I don't know where I was brought, but I kept hearing that voice. He spoke to me like every other time, telling me I'll understand soon enough. Next thing I know, I'm tied up to a chair, then the bag is ripped from my head, and the first person I see is Arik… Holt. I then understood why I was tied up because I tried to rip his throat out, but in the end, I couldn't. Then what he said to me struck me to my core. He said:
Arik Holt: "You hear the voices, Angelo?"
And at that moment, I found…. The devil…..
Arik Holt.
Then… it all made sense."
Scene begins with September 30th edition of Fallout. ASHER stepped out and announced the main event Ascension Championship match had a new entrant to the match, which was Angelo himself.
"Arik knew I wanted gold. It's why he added me to the Ascension match on Fallout and Bloodbath. But, when I brought forth my demon.. Nanovirus… he found my weakness. He knew I needed Nanovirus to be stronger. So, when I lost at Bloodbath and made it to shore, he had to assume I would go to the creepiest house there is, because he was there. He was lurking in the shadows, and became the voice in my head. The voice that told me to take out ASHER, Earl Boyde, Kayla, Noah, LeeAnn, and Savannah. When he asked me that, and everything started to make sense, I eased up and we talked. He recruited me into True Society, telling me of all the titles I can want, of the money, of the fame. Anything I wanted… but I didn't want money because I got money. I didn't want fame because I got fame. And I can win any title I want, especially the Legacy Championship to bring it back to True Society. I told him I wanted one thing: violence. People have been sleeping on me since I got here. Because I'm turning forty three, people think my days are numbered, that I wouldn't be anything big. Now I'm the main event, the man being talked about every time I'm booked on the cards. But my thirst for revenge is not over. I gotten my revenge on Savannah Sunshine on the previous Fallout, but now, I aim for the man closest to her heart:
Jason Long:
"I've been trying to understand you, trying to get inside the mind of Jason "The Man Who Don't Die" Long. I've been watching the tapes, trying to pick at any part of your mindset I can, but you can't pick out the dead.
Jason Long, man who went through the ringer as of late going back to September. July 29th, Dead… By… Daylight. It's funny seeing who's in that match now, two True Society brothers Havoc, the man who dethroned the former King, and Slade Castle, a former Noble Champion, and a far better one than you were. Then we got Julius Fairweather who became a team with Slade Castle to be Tag Champions before bringing in Julius FOULweather, then Rapture… or so we thought. You went for the weakest of the group, because of course, you need to step on the lower people to stay at the top, and you DIED. Died and came back two weeks later, only to do what? I mean, you chased Arik out of the ring, faced Elena, saw the cake, and got burnt. Then you lost the Prime Championship to Havoc, then following that you took an absolute L to Noah Hope! Failed at the Purge for seven straight losses. Not Jason Long! Seven losses in a row for the Man Who Sold The World! I would said it should be humbling, but for a worthless piece of shit like yourself, it isn't. You think you shouldn't have been a loser like that. Maybe you think that you have been screwed by Arik at every chance and most of those losses were sticking it to him, right?!
Or maybe you're just shit now?
You haven't been "The" Jason Long that dominated in promotions, being world champion and main events with show stealing performances. You have become WASHED since your heroic return to only become a shell of yourself. But hey, a lackluster win against Jacob Steele in a Ghost Adventures slash Paranormal Activity way is impressive to some. But you finally win big again by winning that 'Reach For The Stars' match! Yeah you reached for the stars, only to see me drop what we thought was your only star, Savannah. Now I can take digs at you by using Savannah, but I'm not like that, because that's a overused cliche that doesn't work, but how did it look to us, me cracking the brick over your fiancés head, but show no care at all in your eyes and you continue the match like nothing happened…. My brother, that's stone cold, and I love it. You're finally realizing what we all realized and that's you're at your best when you don't care about that miserable wrench. When she dragged you into this mess, you became trash, but when you started caring about yourself again, you slowly showed what a "King" that people say you are. Maybe, maybe it's time to let this 'demon' in you go free and drop this strega from your life for good and become what people have said about you since I debuted here in this company, a KING.
But that will have to be the Fallout past this upcoming one, because that's the one show that you get to find out about me. I'm the King Of The Underground because people like you have tried to keep people like me down, but right now, I'm passing you by miles. How is it that I'm becoming a better Champion as Gatekeeper Champion then you as Prime Champion? How is it that I'm more feared than Jason Long? So many questions, my answers will be the same: because Jason Long knows the second he steps into the ring with me, I will end his life. In a match where we get to pick the rules, you're going to die. When that bell rings, I'm going to grab you by your beard, watch it rip out hair by hair from your chin, then shove it down your throat, hearing your struggle to breathe. Then I'll toss you into the ropes, watching your head get caught in the ropes, hanging you, and meanwhile I grab whatever I can find and crush your insides, to the point that a broken rib goes flying in your body and pierces through your rotten heart, and I get to stand there and watch the life drain out of you for the the final time. Jason Long, I hope you die the most unheroic way possible, and may you rest in piss bozo. Go fuck yourself."
Elena DeDraca
As you try to save him, that's when Diablo strikes. Around your neck comes the feeling of metal, your throat getting cut in multiple areas from the barbed wire as I drag you away, dragging you to your execution. I'm going to drag you to the stage, wrapping the barbed wire around your wrists, and hang them from the tron. Watching your wrists get punctured, the blood dripping down your body… a bigger turn on then what you bring to the table now honestly. Watching you hang from there would be like watching everyone's God on the crucifix, sacrificing himself for a "better life" for his children while one of his creations dies in the same style of his deserved death."
Henry Lee Hyde
"I don't even know who this jobber is. Apparently he fucking sucks though. Dude drew on his debut match and lost his second match. He hasn't won a match and yet he's in the main event. Ahh Arik threw him to the wolves to eat, and thankfully so because this was probably going to be another cunt that was going to try his hardest to take MY title down the road. I say my title because obviously at this point he wouldn't deserve a shot at any other title. Ah I'm sure your RANDOM ACTS OF VIOLENCE will really be showcased! After all, you got people better than you to do the heavy work while you stand there, scared out of your mind to what we bring. You're going to see your partners drop like flies all around you, which forces you to show what you go. You go for any weapon you can get your greasy little paws on and swing. And when I knock your bitch ass out, you'll awake.. and I'll be to look at you and say WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND! You'll see your deepest fears as you're ripped apart in my playground. By the time we're done playing, you're going to be a headless, limbless corpse, watching it float away… like a turd… in the wind.
And I hope you prayed, because there will be NO GODS, and conslate your higher ups, because there will be NO MASTERS to save you from your your execution. As a minute ago, I said you're going to be this limbless corpse, well I was not lying. I didn't say that to scare you, I said it to warn you about what's going to happen. You see, I'm bringing my axe from the shed, wrap it in barbed wire because fuck it, and decapitated your head from your body, then keep your head and hang it on the wall right beside my bed, like a hunters trophy.
You're new here kid, and trust me, it wouldn't of been personal, but you allowed yourself to be put against the most dangerous group of individuals in this company…. And Casanova English who I don't know how that smug fuck got in on this team but whatever, and you got placed with the Suicide Squad. This is not ending beautifully for any of you on the opposite side of the ring, especially you."
Alyssa Grace
You're crawling, looking for any type of defense you can grasp onto from the mauling, only to be yanked away. Watching you beg for mercy, blood and tears running down your face, you'll realize that the devil has no mercy for the creations of God. I'm going to take a barbed wire bat, place it directly on your face, and stomp away, praying that I can hear your skull crack throughout the roar of the crowd. That I get to see your head smash like a pumpkin and watch your insides pour out to the mat below. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you'll drop the good girl attitude, turn up in this match and be mean spirited! But, from what I've seen from you here compared to what I've heard about you, it's not going to happen. Little Miss Riding Hood got merked by the big bad Wolf."
Mr. Wright
In our match, I'm going to grab the knife that slit Jason Long's liver up and cut down your stomach, and pull it open. I'm going to remove your rib cage from your body, remove your organs one by one until the last thing remaining is your heart. Then, I'm going to rip it out and shove it down your mouth pezzo di merda."
OZYMANDIAS
"Oh I've been waiting for this one. You see, ever since I came to Project: Honor, I've been waiting for the day I face you. I've been wanting this match since day one. Allow me to elaborate on why. You remind me of someone I know from another time. Let me tell you the tale of a rivalry named Angelo Caito versus Julius. Now this Julius guy, he was unstoppable. Nobody had yet to put a dent in his armor, had yet to get into his head. Man was the top guy, holding the top title after all! Then, I slithered in, and punctured that armor, and rented space inside his mind. The Unbroken Unstoppable became broken because of me. Our first match ended in a double count out, after I sent not only his body, but mine too off the stage into wires, Pyro boards, whatever was there, shocking the living hell out of us. But that wasn't enough… because we wanted more. Four weeks later, we had one of my favorite and most brutal matches of my career. A simple Falls Count Anywhere match amped up by pure hatred. Nothing kept me down, and nothing kept him down. What it took was him hitting me with his biggest move off a ladder through a table covered in thumbtacks after tasering me. I lost the battle, but I won the war considering what happened after. Me? I went off like nothing changed and continued to kick ass. Him? He changed mentally and emotionally. You're just like him, Ozymandias. You're on top of the world, thinking you're untouched. Now, I get to prove you wrong too.
You and I are gonna create the battle of the century! While you think you got the advantage, I'm going to stab you right in the calf, then I'm going to toss you through every glass door I see in the arena. And then, I'm going to do the following: toss you off the highest platform I can find, I'm going to drag you to the boiler room… and rip that mask off that ugly mug of yours, then kick you into the furnace… watching you burn like I watched my opportunity then burn away of being a main event champion…
I refuse to let that happen again."
Everything goes silent. Fire burning desire. The heat from the beliefs of many souls is mind corrupting at it's finest. Makes you believe you want, need, or deserve something. It's incredibly…. Incorrect.
Scene: Random Church- Saint Louis, Missouri.
Starts with a dark and gloomy night, but it shows that's when the most fun happens. The scenery is a large white church in a dark night. The lights are on, which means the sins comes out in the latest of times. Then, a large figure stands in front of a light that shines over the door. That figure is revealed to be of the demon Angelo Caito. Dressed in black boots, blue jeans, a "Poetic Justice" Tupac shirt, and the Gatekeeper Championship around his neck.
"Dio potrebbe aver bisogno del perdono del diavolo. Amen." (Translation: God May Need The Forgiveness From The Devil. Amen.)
Angelo removes his title from his neck and walks up to the confessional, opening the door and entering, taking a seat.
"Oh forgive me father… so I have sinned."
Suddenly, a voice comes from the other side of the confessional.
"Speak to me, my child."
"Let me ask you a question. Have you ever thought of a different life? That one day you'd wake up and go back in time, being able to change everything?"
"Sometimes my child. But God has taught me that whatever we achieve in our past is what's so great about our lives today."
"Ehhh don't say God. That fraud shouldn't be praised."
"Why shouldn't he?"
"Because the truth should be. People pray to God to steer them right but still go down the road of drugs, rape, domestic abuse, whatever else hypocrites say they want God's help not to do. That fraudulent son of a bitch has never been there, and he never will. Allow me to share something with you: when I was born, my biological mother bled out to death while giving birth…. My birth. My biological father blamed me, and for six years, he drank, yelled at my older sister, but proceeded to beat me. His favorite object to use was a small paddle with nails screwed into it. He'd make me walk on broken glass barefoot. He locked me in the basement for days without food or water. I prayed to God everyday, but no response father.
But… one day, I sent a message to Satan… and an hour later, he blew his brains out in his office room. My sister was screaming, crying…. I was smiling. Finally… finally my torment was over. My father went down to Hell while me and my sister went through orphanages. I never stopped talking with the Devil. He told me "You were born with the devil in you, but it's only you that can release it", and my sister… Abigail.. She didn't like it. She threatened to have me dragged to Church and have an exorcism done on me… I couldn't do it… so I went to the family we were staying in the closet and grabbed the .22 caliber in there, and shot her in the side of the skull. I put the gun in her hand and started screaming, pretending I just found her, getting myself all teary-eyed up and up close to cover the bloodstains from the gunshot. No one ever expected it. Because after all….."
Angelo scoots in a little closer.
"The Devil Made Me Do It".
Now father, normally I'd rip you out of there, punch you then set this place on fire. Unfortunately, you have to help me out."
Angelo reaches into his side pocket and pulls out a bag. He bursts through the screen and yanks the priest out of it. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a barbed wire covered brick and approaches the priest. An evil grin appears on Angelo's face as he turns the camera away, and all that is heard is thus, yelling, and grunting. Angelo appears back in frame as his shirt and face are bloody.
"Gents… ladies…. Allow me to introduce my rule for this match. It's the match that made my opponents famous and the match that nearly kills me and them every single time…..
Barbed Wire Massacre!!!!!!!
Angelo chuckles before he starts laughing as he gets closer to the camera and stops, his eyes going dark red.
"Prepare to die fuckers."
Angelo's eyes go back to normal as he walks over and grabs his title, placing it around his shoulder before leaving the church. Angelo gets to the parking lot, but suddenly four car lights turn on all surrounding him. He stops in the middle, lowering his title from his shoulder to his hand, looking straight ahead. Exiting the vehicles are men dressed in Purge outfits, before following suit is Arik Holt. Arik moves forward into the light in front of Angelo.
Arik Holt: "You know what's at stake, right Angelo?"
"Of course Arik. Not only is my title in jeopardy, but everyone elses is too. I'm not losing my title nor do I care for their titles. It's why you brought me in, because in case anyone else needs it, all titles have to stay in True Society."
Arik Holt: "Actually it seems nobody wants your title. Anyway, come on, I have a idea for you."
Angelo stares at Arik before his title.
"......... Fottuti buchi del culo, i solleticatori del cazzo li uccideranno tutti, poi loro mamme e i loro cani..."
Angelo continues cussing up a storm as he enters the SUV with Arik, ending the scene.