FALLOUT XIX | 1/20/2022 - 'BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS' RESULTS

We go backstage where a sleek, blacked-out Cadillac is rolling into the arena parking garage. It’s impossible to tell who is behind the wheel through the dark tint of the windows, but the question is soon answered when the driver’s door opens and a cloud of rolling mist emerges. Seconds later, Julius Foulweather rises from the vehicle, his short hair and eyes still a pure white. After locking his car and taking a few steps away from it, a voice shouts out from off-screen.

CHADWICK BUNDY: LOOK OUT!!!

Suddenly, Fallout’s Director of Weapon Placement speeds into the scene behind the wheel of a forklift. He brings the machine to a stop as quickly as he can, but this only jostles the crate of random weapons from the raised forks. Julius raises his arms in an attempt to protect himself, but it’s too late as the entire crate of metal objects is dumped over his head. Bundy quickly leaps off the forklift and rushes to the fallen man’s side, tossing items aside.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Oh gosh…oh man…I am sooooo sorry! Please don’t tell Mr. Holt about this. The last thing I need is another demerit. Please be okay, Mr. Foulweather…

Suddenly, Julius shoots up into a seated position, his bugged-out eyes glaring at Bundy.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What the fuck did you just call me, motherfucker?! The name is Fairweather…Julius Fairweather…and don’t you fucking forget it!

Julius leaps to his feet and grabs Bundy’s shirt collar with both hands.

CHADWICK BUNDY: Uh…uh….yes, sir. Whatever you say Mr. Fairweather, sir.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: That’s better! Now where the fuck are we?

CHADWICK BUNDY: Uh…we’re in Columbus for Fallout…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Good. Now what fucking day is it?

CHADWICK BUNDY: Um…January 20th…

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Mm-hmm. Now tell me where I can find that little Make-A-Wish motherfucker, Arik Holt.

Chadwick nervously points off-camera.

CHADWICK BUNDY: He’s…he’s probably in his private office. Just go down that hall, take your first left, and his door is on the right…

Julius then releases his grip on Bundy, gives him a huge smile, and pats him on top of the head.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: See? Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?

With that, Julius marches off, leaving the Director of Weapon Placement in need of a quick underwear change. Our scene slowly fades to black.




Our television screen fades to show a live shot of fans outside of the Value City Arena in Columbus, Ohio. Fans can be seen 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, there is an empty picture frame..

#Now I don't know where you went wrong

Flash to a new image of Syndicate with the Ultimate Briefcase..

#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 Earl Boyde standing across the ring from Logan Burgess.

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

A second clip showing Michaep Bishop standing across from Bianca McBride

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

Cut to an image of Druscilla White standing on one side of the screen and Savannah Sunshine standing on the other.

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

Move to the first half of the Main Event where we see Havoc with the Prime Championship, Billy Bennett with the Noble Championship, Angelo Caito with the Gatekeeper Championship, Syndicate with his Ultimate Briefcase, and Casanova English…all standing in the ring.

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

A flash and we see the other half of the Main Event; Elena DeDraca, Jason Long, Henry Lee Hyde, Alyssa Grace, Ozymandias, and Mr. Wright filling the ring.

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

The scene fades out to show the Value City Arena in Columbus, Ohio.

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

The words ‘32 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 XIX: BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS’

#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.






We come in from the opening sequence to find ourselves in Arik Holt’s office. The room is empty with the exception of a few chairs and a desk with chunks and chips taken out of it. The door to the room opens and in walks Arik Holt, in full Redd attire (red purge mask, red hoodie, black pants). Sitting down at the head of his desk, he removes his mask and places it on the desk…before laying his buzz-cut head on desk.

But before he could even close his eyes, a knock at the door causes him to quickly sit up.

ARIK HOLT: What do you want?

The door opens and some random stagehand walks into the room with a medium sized box. The male stagehand walks in, places the box on Arik’s desk, then turns and walks out…leaving the door slightly cracked.

ARIK HOLT: ‘the fuck is this?

Arik stands to his feet and feels the top of the box, seeing it is completely taped up.

ARIK HOLT: Well, I’ve got the perfect thing for this.

Arik reaches into his back pocket and produces his large hunting knife that he was seen carving into his desk during the last show. He reaches out and glides the blade across the tape, splitting the box open. With a hard slam, Arik jams the knife into the desk.

ARIK HOLT: Let’s see what we got h-

Mid-sentence, Arik opens the box and is knocked back by the smell.

ARIK HOLT: Who the fucking hell died in this box?

Holding one arm up to cover his nose, Arik reaches forward to finish opening the box.

ARIK HOLT: Jesus Christ, it smells like rotten fish and sweat. What the hell is in here?

Unfolding both flaps of the box and reaching inside, Arik lifts the item that is causing the horrible stench. It is the Fallout Ascension Championship name…still covered in old crusty blood, among other unknown bodily fluids.
ARIK HOLT: What the hell was she doing with this thing?

Arik tosses the belt back into the box and closes it quickly.

ARIK HOLT: I’m going to have to febreeze the shit out of this entire room now to get that smell out before it starts luring in stray cats. Fuck…

Picking up the box, Arik leaves the room to find someone who can stomach the smell and someone to possibly bless his office with fire.

ARIK HOLT: It’s like the Goddamn docks in there now…

Is Pyro around somewhere?






Earl Boyde rips Logan Burgess to shreds, leaving the latter broken and buried in the middle of the ring as the ref has to stop the match to protect Burgess from any further brain damage.




We go backstage to find Julius Fairweather still in search of Arik Holt’s private office. He’s picked up a steel pipe somewhere along the way and drags it alongside him as he makes his way through halls. He turns a corner and passes the Director of Lighting and Sound, who seems to be untangling a series of thick cables. The man notices Julius and begins to shout a warning…

STEVE CARLSON: Hold up! I’ve got a…

ZAP! CRACKLE! POP!

STEVE CARLSON: …bare wire here somewhere…

It’s too late as Julius’ steel pipe connects with the striped cable laying on the ground, sending a massive surge of electricity through his body. Julius convulses for a few seconds until he’s finally able to pull the pipe away, severing the connection.

STEVE CARLSON: Holy shit, man! Are you okay? I’m really sorry about that…

Julius slowly turns toward the Director of Sound and Lighting, revealing a pleasant smile on his face.

JULIUS F???WEATHER: Why…I’m fine. I’m just fine. Thank you for asking.

STEVE CARLSON: Are you sure? I feel really bad about that…

Without warning, Julius steps toward the crew member and wraps his arms around him in a great, big hug.

JULIUS F???WEATHER: It’s like I always say, a day without hugs is like a day without sunshine and rainbows. Now don’t you worry your pretty little head about me.

Julius then breaks the hug and Steve looks at him with a confused expression.

STEVE CARLSON: I’m surprised you’re not ripping me a new asshole right now. I mean, aren’t you Julius Fairweather?

Julius continues to give the most innocent smile that’s ever been seen on his face.

JULIUS F???WEATHER: You got it half right. I’m Julius…Julius Fineweather. I hope we can be friends…

Fineweather takes notice of the nametag on the crew member’s overalls.

JULIUS FINEWEATHER: …Steven. I just love making new friends.

STEVE CARLSON: Uh…sure, dude. Whatever you say.

Julius then begins to hop up and down, clapping his hands together.

JULIUS FINEWEATHER: Oh, happy day! Bless your heart, Steven. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than you! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if I can spread some love and friendship throughout the entire building! God bless you, Steven!

Julius bends down to pick up his steel pipe, and using like a gentleman’s cane, he continues to make his way down the hall.

STEVE CARLSON: Just keep an eye out for those…

ZAP! CRACKLE! POP!

STEVE CARLSON: …frayed wires.

After receiving another shock, Julius turns back toward Steve once more, only this time his pleasant smile is gone as he glares at the Director of Lighting and Sound.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: You worthless maggot! When Arik Holt hears about your carelessness, he’ll have your head served up in catering! In fact, I might even rip off your ear and use it like a spoon to eat that poor excuse for a brain that’s inside your thick skull! Then, once we’re done, we’ll serve up the rest of your rotting corpse in a casserole dish for your wife and children! And when they come to me begging for seconds, I’ll tell them what your screams sounded like as you were filleted and roasted!

Having awoken the darker side of Julius, Steve Carlson turns and runs in the opposite direction. Once he’s gone, Foulweather gives a satisfied nod of his head.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: Now then…I wonder where I might find Arik Holt…




With Julius still in the hunt, we cut over to Arik Holt, who is walking through the halls with the smelly box containing the Ascension Championship. Arik stops in front of a group of stagehands, who instantly cover their nose and lean away from Arik and the crusty box.

ARIK HOLT: Any of you folks know where I can find Chadwick?

All of them shake their heads no, not speaking in fear of opening their mouths and tasting the fumes coming from it. Arik shakes his head in disgust and continues down the hall.

??: That smell…that AROMA…

Arik stops, recognizing that voice. He turns around and is greeted by Proving Ground’s Percival Burque…aka…Ratman.

RATMAN: It’s so intoxicating.

ARIK HOLT: Wait…what? Lord knows what that woman was doing with this thing. It’s stinking up the place more than her fucking matches did!

RATMAN: Oh no, my friend. It lures us in like the pie left on the window seal…like the barbeque cooking on the grill…like the dampness of a sewer drain.

As if a lightbulb kicks on in his head…

ARIK HOLT: I’ll make you a deal. Since you are obviously here to observe the superior brand for not only your own entertainment…but for your KaVenger Kreatures…I know you don’t have much to do right now. So how about you take this box, find Chadwick Bundy, and tell him to have this title fucking shining by the time the Main Event rolls around. And in retu-

Stopping in the middle of his request, Arik sees Papercut stand on his hind legs on Percival’s shoulder. A bit of fear can be seen on his face.

ARIK HOLT: …and in return…you can have the box.

RATMAN: It does remind me of home. And these shows, going from city to city…does get a little tedious. It’s a deal!

Ratman takes the box from Arik and takes in a deep breath, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in pure ecstasy.

RATMAN: Let’s go, Papercut. We have a man to find!

Without hesitation, Percival turns and walks off as Arik takes a deep breath…the air clearing out.

ARIK HOLT: That stench is going to linger for a while. Maybe I’ll go visit an old friend…to give my office time to fumigate from badussy stench.

Arik pulls his hood up over his head.

ARIK HOLT: It’s like a ratchet oven in there.






'Bloodred Sunrise' by Northland begins to play through the speakers as Bianca McBride begins her quick walk to the ring, almost with a skip to her step- as she enters the ring.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… wrestling out of New York City, New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty-seven pounds… THIS IS BIAAANCAAAAAA MCCCCCBRRRRRIIIIIIDEEEEEEE!!!!


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

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

Bishop stares down towards the ring, like a death stare as he makes it to ringside and hops onto the ring apron, entering the ring and heading to his corner. But with the music fading away, he knows what comes next.

DING! DING!

And just as the bell rang, Bianca charged in to go for the early shot--RAILGUN! THE OVERHAND RIGHT PUNCH KNOCKED BIANCA CLEAN OUT! AND BISHOP WASTES NO TIME, GOING FOR THE GROUND AND POUND BOULEVARD! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH LANDING AND BIANCA IS TRULY UNCONSCIOUS! THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL! IT'S OVER JUST LIKE THAT!

ALARA ADAMS: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THAT MIGHT BE THE QUICKEST MATCH I'VE EVER SEEN HERE ON FALLOUT!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Here is your winner… BY KNOCKOUT… THE DREADKNIGHT… MICHAELLLLLLL BIIIIIIIISHHOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!

'For Whom The Bell Tolls' begins to play overhead as Bishop picks himself up off of the fallen McBride- raising his arms up in the air before heading out of the ring and leaving with Bo by his side.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I… I don't even have words for what we saw… Bishop just swept Bianca McBride in a matter of twenty seconds… Absolutely insane.





Our segment opens in the locker room of Former Prime and Noble Champion, Jason Long. He is sitting on a rug in the middle of the floor, his legs crossed and his eyes closed as if he is meditating.

ARIK HOLT: Deep in thought…about Savannah? About yourself? About your impending failure to obtain another Project: Honor belt?

Jason Long’s eyes shoot open and for a split second, look like they are glowing. He blinks and looks around, whatever was there is gone.

JASON LONG: Where the fuck are you?

ARIK HOLT: Oh don’t worry about the details, my friend. I just wanted to stop by and tell you what a wonderful job you did at the last show, climbing up that cage…grabbing that star…throwing your fiance backwards off a twenty foot drop…

Launching to his feet, Jason frantically looks around…a look of anger quickly growing on his face.

JASON LONG: I swear to God, I’m going to break you when I get my hands on you.

ARIK HOLT: Such anger. I havn’t seen that fire in your eyes in awhile, Jay. But truth be told, I haven’t been this close to you since I plunged that knife into your chest.

JASON LONG: Then be a real man and come out. Stand in front of me.

ARIK HOLT: Oh, I’m not stupid Jason. This isn’t a dick measuring contest, me boy.

JASON LONG: Well Savannah would tell you I win that by a mile.

ARIK HOLT: Such arrogance. With that kind of boisterous better-than-everyone attitude…with nothing to show for it…I’d be in the right to say you remind me of a former Molotov that used to spread his disease through the Proving Gr-

JASON LONG: Watch your mouth, Holt.

ARIK HOLT: Alright-alright.

JASON LONG: So why are you here? Why are you playing this little game of hide-and-go-seek?

ARIK HOLT: I just wanted to come tell you about the prize you won for obtaining that star on the last Fallout. I originally wanted to give you some reward that was as crappy as your record…but the renewed vigor…this violence I see shining in your eyes…has me thinking of bigger and better things.

JASON LONG: Just spit it out already.

ARIK HOLT: You, Jason Long, for winning the ‘Reach For The Star’ Match…will be responsible for creating the card for Fallout XX…which is ALSO the brand’s first year anniversary!!!

JASON LONG: So…I create the matches for the next show?

ARIK HOLT: Yes, sir. And there are only two requirements. Make sure the Ascension Champion, whomever that may be after tonight, is scheduled…and that week the Gatekeeper Champion will be competing on Proving Ground, so they will be unavailable for us.

JASON LONG: Can I schedule your scrawny ass? I would love to break you myself.

Arik chuckles.

ARIK HOLT: Nice try, Maverick…but we ain’t going down that road just yet. I have way more fun stupid in line for you and all your little friends, before I decide to end this. So just think about the card…and here is a list of all available Fallout roster members.

A noise behind him causes Jason to whip around to see a sheet of paper had been placed on a table in his room.

JASON LONG: Run and hide all you want, Arik. I’m going to catch you one of these times and we will pay you back for all that you have done.

ARIK HOLT: I can’t wait.

For a brief moment, Arik can be seen standing in Jason’s mirror. In a flash, The King Of Immortality spins around and sends a fist crashing through the glass. Shattering all around him in a beautiful glittery snow, Jason can only watch as the blood begins to ooze from his knuckles.






First to the ring is Druscilla White, coming out to the tune of ‘The Animal’ by Disturbed. She hams it up plenty, trying to look as tough and menacing as possible as she steps into the ring and removes her cloak. The audience boos, predictably.

A beat, then the opening lyrics of ‘Savage’ by Aespa play over the speakers; but rather than her usual enthusiastic, smiling entrance, Savannah Sunshine simply steps out onto the entrance ramp with a look of determination on her face - and a fresh Emotional Crisis haircut. Instead of working her adoring fans en route to the ring, she appears to ignore everything other than the member of True Society who waits for her as she approaches.

No fancy moves to get into the ring, as Savannah simply walks up the steps and climbs between the second and third ropes. They stand a few feet apart from each other, continuing their hateful stare down as Savannah opens her arms wide. It looks like she's almost inviting an attack from her opponent, as she hurls inaudible insults at Druscilla.

ALARA ADAMS: Well, if it wasn't already obvious that these two hate each other, those eyes could convince anyone.

KAYDEN ELLIS: No handshake, though? Shameful behavior.

Before the referee can signal to start the bout, Druscilla is already rushing forward, tackling the smaller wrestler to the ground and mounting her chest to rain fists down at her opponent. Although she’s able to block the majority of the punches, a few make their way past Savannah’s defenses to strike her in the face. Savannah isn’t on the back foot for long, as she reaches up to grab a handful of Druscilla’s hair, pulling her head down; close enough to finally break her offensive with a vicious headbutt delivered to the bridge of the woman's nose.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Geez. Looks like someone’s still upset about our last main event match.

The bell finally sounds out, signaling the official start of the match. But at this point it’s simply a formality, as Druscilla’s head snaps back from the effects of the headbutt, one hand grabbing at her face as blood begins to pour from her nostrils. Some of it falls onto Savannah’s face, as Druscilla scrambles off her fallen opponent to recover from the surprise counter-attack.

Snapping back to her feet with a perfectly executed kip-up, Savannah’s hand comes up to drag a finger across some of Druscilla's blood which landed on her face, drawing a line that crosses over her nose to cover the space underneath both eyes with bright crimson. It’s unusual behavior for the typically bubbly Queen of Candyland, but it seems oddly in-line with her new demeanor.

Managing to stem the flow of blood from her nose, Druscilla snarls across the ring at her opponent, who stands with arms wide open as she waits. Charging back into the fight, the True Society member lashes out with a vicious lariat as she closes the distance between herself and Savannah... but her opponent doesn’t simply stand and take it. Bending backwards into a spider-walk position, the clothesline travels high over Savannah as she expertly dodges the blow.

Realizing what happened, Druscilla wheels back around to continue pressing the attack, just in time for Savannah to twist out of her spider-walk stance, bringing her legs up to grab Druscilla’s neck before flipping her to the mat with a hurricanrana. She’s able to hit the canvas in a roll before landing in a kneeling position; but by the time she’s ready to get back to her feet, Savannah is already back on the offensive with a kick to the face that sends her opponent reeling.

With Druscilla still on her knees, Savannah has no trouble wrapping one arm around her neck and locking in a guillotine choke. With her grip closing off her opponent’s airways, Savannah doesn’t get the submission she might be looking for - her opponent too determined to not tap out - but Druscilla’s body soon starts to go limp all the same; it looks like Savannah is on her way to a victory by knockout.

That is, until she releases the hold at the last moment, right when the referee begins to check Druscilla for signs of consciousness and no more than a few seconds before he was about to call for an end to the match. The pagan slumps forward to the mat, hands clutching her throat and struggling to fill her lungs with air now that she’s able to breathe again. Rather than take advantage of her opponent’s weakened state, Savannah instead steps up to the referee and points at Druscilla, shouting in the official’s face - so loud that it’s audible without a microphone.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Don’t ring the bell! I’m not done with her yet!

ALARA ADAMS: Yikes.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Seems a bit out of character for the Savannah Sunshine we all know and love, I agree.

ALARA ADAMS: Not a bad look, though.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Also true.

By the time Savannah turns her attention away from intimidating the referee, Druscilla is already struggling back to her feet, limbs shaky and weak as she recovers from that chokehold. Letting her opponent get back up without any interference, Savannah just stands back and watches, enjoying the sight of a True Society member - the same group that has tormented her for months - completely defenseless and on the ropes. Waiting a few steps away, Savannah lets Druscilla rush ahead with another attempted tackle; but she slips to the side at the last moment, grabbing the pagan around the waist and tossing her backwards with a release german suplex.

As Druscilla crashes down to the canvas again, it’s obvious from a glance that she’s out of the fight; but Savannah isn’t finished. Rather than go for the easy pin, she’s back on Druscilla in a flash, planting a series of stomps up and down the fallen wrestler’s prone body. Finishing up with her cheap shots, Savannah grabs a handful of Druscilla’s hair in order to pull her back to her feet. Manhandling the limp and utterly beaten body of her opponent, Savannah lifts Druscilla up into position for a double underhook kneeling piledriver, pausing to let the camera capture her smirking face - bloody 'warpaint' and all - before she plants the top of Druscilla’s skull down onto the canvas.

ALARA ADAMS: Wait a minute.. that was Jason Long’s famous ‘Thronebreaker’ finishing maneuver!

KAYDEN ELLIS: You’ve got to assume she’s sending a message by using that, out of all the techniques at her disposal.

She’s far from finished, though. Ignoring another opportunity for a guaranteed pin, Savannah grabs Druscilla’s legs and plants one knee into the back of her neck, as she bends the pagan’s legs in the elevated Boston Crab she calls the ‘Candy Crush’. Barely conscious from the beating endured thus far, Druscilla still wastes no time in slapping her palm onto the canvas, submitting to the painful maneuver before any permanent damage can be done.

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, in honor of this victory from one of Big Drip Production’s best, I only have one thing to say: sheeeeeeeeeeesh.

ALARA ADAMS: You said it. Not only did Savannah manage a convincing win over one of the members of True Society, she made it look remarkably easy.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Like a cat toying with a mouse. Can’t recall the last time we’ve seen her in such rare form.

ALARA ADAMS: If ever. Who knew a haircut - and being dropped from a steel cage by her loving fiancé/otherworldly entity - could have such an effect? But it looks like she’s not quite done..

The referee - finished calling for the bell to end the match - moves to tap Savannah on the shoulder and inform her of the victory. Ignoring the official, the winner continues to bend Druscilla’s legs at a vicious angle, pressing down on the back of her neck even harder with that planted knee as she does so. Druscilla is screaming, but Savannah just stares ahead with a look of determination - and a bit of satisfaction - on her face, looking like she’s in no hurry to release the hold.

Eventually, the referee is forced to intervene, hooking one arm under Savannah’s armpit and attempting to pull the woman off her victimized, beaten opponent. This gets her attention, as Savannah lets go of Druscilla’s legs to stand up and wheel around on the ref; getting in his face as she berates him for interfering. The official looks completely shocked at being on the receiving end of a verbal dressing down by someone like Savannah Sunshine, but he holds his ground and points a finger in his face.

This is enough for Savannah to lash out with both arms, shoving the referee backwards with all the force she can muster; it’s more than enough to send him sprawling to the canvas, quickly rolling out of the ring before he finds himself on the receiving end of more misplaced anger. The crowd seems completely unsure of how to react; happy to see a member of True Society beaten in such a convincing manner, but not used to seeing such vicious and unsportsmanlike behavior from the Queen of Candyland.

Savannah doesn’t seem to mind the fact that she’s not being showered in her usual applause and cheers from the audience, as she moves towards the center of the ring. Turning around to face the hard-cam at ringside, she points into the lens and mouths four words to someone that she seems sure is watching backstage.

‘This is for you.’

ALARA ADAMS: This doesn’t bode well.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Obviously she’s working out some kind of issues here, and I can’t think of anyone more deserving of being on the receiving end than Druscilla White.

ALARA ADAMS: Really? I could think of a few others.

Stepping over the limp form of Druscilla, she drags the defeated woman to her knees, holding onto both of her wrists as she rears back to land a reverse kamigoye knee strike to the back of the pagan’s head. Letting her collapse forward, Savannah calmly steps in front of the fallen woman before dragging her back to a kneeling position again. Another kamigoye; this time it lands dead in the center of her face, causing a *CRUNCH* to echo out from the ring, followed by a fresh flow of crimson.

ALARA ADAMS: It strikes me as odd that the rest of True Society isn’t out here to defend one of their own.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Too bad Bozo got fired, I’m sure she’d love to help her friend out right about now.

ALARA ADAMS: That’s a shame.

Savannah still isn’t done, as she pulls her opponent back to a standing position and pushes her into the ropes, hooking both arms into them to keep her on her feet. Taking two steps back, Savannah looks her victim up and down with a satisfied smile, before stepping forward and jumping up to finish her off with a bicycle knee to the face.

ALARA ADAMS: This can’t be a coincidence; that’s the exact progression of her fiance's Mercy Kill technique.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That it was. Now was it an homage, or a warning of some kind?

As Druscilla goes limp - arms still trapped within the ring ropes to hold her up - Savannah finally turns her attention away from the defeated member of True Society, looking back at the nearest camera and blowing a kiss into the lens. That done, she offers the audience at home - and whoever it is that she really put that show on for - a wink, before sliding out of the ring and heading back up the entrance ramp.

While she makes her exit, a pair of officials from backstage rush down the ramp in the opposite direction, headed into the ring to check on the state of the fallen Druscilla White.

ALARA ADAMS: Well folks, we’ll go ahead and get this mess cleaned up and be right back with the main event.





[Previously recorded]

It was hard to tell which time of the day it was. Probably some time in the afternoon, the short span of time before day turned into night. Somewhere in the distance people were chatting, while the wind was blowing through a well hidden alley. The viewer had the chance to take a closer look- better said walking with the camera person. Step for step they walked closer. They had almost made it through the alley when a copper coloured side door swung open. It was so well hidden in the wall itself that most people wouldn’t have noticed.

The camera backed off and with it the viewer did too. Out stepped a group of four females, laughing. Maybe even gackling.

ELENA DEDRACA: Did you see the look on his face? He was shocked. Wasn't expecting this kind of punch from a… woman.

HYDRA.

The girls were still laughing. When the camera came a little closer they saw the hints of red on Elena DeDraca’s face. Paint? Maybe. But very doubtful. Not even if she tried she could have wiped the smile off of her face.

ELENA DEDRACA: I haven’t had so much fun in months, seriously. Just not giving a fuck about the consequences. Not bowing down to a new regime that is hardly better than the last. A psychopath that surrounds himself with boot lickers and scum.

She turned around to look at the camera directly. Of course they had noticed their guest, spyer or whatever else. Arik Holt maybe missed a bulb here and there, but he was paranoid enough to spy on his roster. Elena wasn't shocked.

ELENA DEDRACA: Some things are meant to last forever, others not. I don’t care how much someone has to say about me or how much they try to ignore me. I am permanent. I have been for the past almost twenty years. In a few months no one will remember who True Society was. Or the members of the group. No correction, you might remember a few that actually have done shit before. The rest? Not so much. I was trying to give everyone a fair chance, but like they say- you live and learn.

Elena let out a small giggle, quickly joined by the rest of the group. They kept walking the same path that the camera made to find them. Forcing him to walk backwards.

ELENA DEDRACA: Do you honestly think I am impressed by anything that came to light during this circle? Or that I feel the need to applaud any of my opponents? What for? Using big words they hardly can write in reality? Maybe you deserve the benefit of the doubt. You are young and definitely new to this place. You wanna judge me by my past two matches and I get it. But you fail to look up your homework, don’t you. Not even 4 months ago I was the standard of this company. And by standard I mean, I was almost impossible to beat. Ask those that failed to do so.

She did a few extra steps to come closer to the person behind the camera, but still making sure he wouldn’t fall. A grotesque expression on her face. Half a smile, half a growl.

ELENA DEDRACA: I might be able to forgive this phobar. Focus on Jason Long and Ozy or whoever else is part of my team. Kiss their asses, because that might be the only chance you get. I will still be that creature coming out of the dark, snapping your heads off when you least expect it. Doubt me?

A laughter.

ELENA DEDRACA: Watch me!




We cut back to the backstage area of the Value City Area in Columbus. Amongst the hustle and bustle of stagehands and crew members running back-and-forth down the main hallway, each individually ensuring that the show continues without a hitch…one man stands still. One man stands apart from the rest, leaning against a concrete, Ohio State-emblazoned wall and staring blankly forward, clutching a black briefcase as if it contains his vital organs - really, it might as well, because to this man...this briefcase is all he's got left.

This is, of course, Syndicate, who looks as though he hasn't slept in weeks - his eyes are completely bloodshot, and his blonde hair and stubble have been completely let go by the Los Angeles Outlaw. Just a few short days ago, Syndicate lost his precious Legacy Championship to the indomitable Ozymandias, and while he'd be quick to point towards the sudden emergence of Elena DeDraca for "throwing him off his game", not a soul in Project: Honor is buying that excuse. No, Syndicate got beat, plain and simple...and now, he's gotta pick up the pieces of his shattered dreams.

The one key he still has to do so is the Ultimate Briefcase that he holds in his hands. Capable of giving the holder a Prime, Noble, and Ascension title shot at any time or place they choose, it’s sure to be a coveted item in tonight’s main event fracas…meaning that Syndicate himself is also going to be targeted. Of course, Syndicate himself is mostly concerned with getting revenge on Ozy and Elena, the two people that cost him everything at Unbreakable Resolution, but in the back of his mind, he wonders…would his own True Society teammates turn on him to get his prize, then kick him to the curb? He presents more value to the group than that, right…right?

Syndicate doesn’t have a chance to keep pondering the answer to that question, because who should walk up to him than the Noble Champion herself, Billy Bennett. She’s wearing her usual filthy, torn clothing, dragging the championship belt along the ground at her side. Pausing to place the strap across her right shoulder - displaying it proudly to her sullen teammate - she leans in a bit to look him up and down. Her eyes linger a bit on that briefcase, but she’s obviously trying to find his missing Legacy Championship, as though she somehow weren’t aware of his recent loss.

Eventually she gives up the search, and after one last glance at the coveted briefcase, looks up to try and make eye contact with her defeated partner. She even offers him a friendly, cheerful wave! So nice!

BILLY BENNETT: Howdy, Syn! Havin’ a good night? I sure do hope so! Things alright back at home?

The Noble Champion doesn’t wait for a response, clearly too excited for this opportunity to really rub her teammate’s face in the dirt.

BILLY BENNETT: Fantastic! Mighty glad to hear it. We’re all countin’ on ya! Got one question, though: where’s your precious belt, buddy? Ya shouldn’t leave somethin’ so important back in your dressin’ room, never know who might wanna steal it. Arik’s got a lot ridin’ on that Legacy championship of yours. Imagine how disappointed he’d be if anything happened to it! Shit, ya see what happens to everyone else who gets on his bad side. I’d hate for ya end up like Adora or Baker, just when I’m finally startin’ to warm up to ya.

She pauses, lips twitching into a smile as she tries to bite back laughter. It’s impossible, though. She’s been waiting so long for this very moment, and her friendly facade soon breaks completely as she laughs directly in Syndicate’s face. It takes Billy a few moments to pull herself together enough to carry on; even then, she still pauses to giggle after every few words.

BILLY BENNETT: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, hahahaha. Ohhhhh man, that’s awfully embarrassin’, huh? All that time spent paradin’ that championship around, lordin’ it over everyone else, and ya lose the thing on your first defense? On a Proving Grounds show, no less? Goddamn, that’s gotta sting your ego a bit, hmmm? Gonna be okay, big man? Maybe ya need a shoulder to cry on? Well, just lemme know. After all, what are friends for? I mean, we oughta get to it, before Arik decides ya ain’t worth his time and kicks your no-belt-havin’ ass to the fuckin’ curb, right? Right? ..hey, you.. am I right..?

As Billy Bennett finishes getting her licks in, Syndicate takes a big sigh and finally focuses his gaze on the current Noble title holder.

SYNDICATE: You finished?

The woman’s brow furrows suddenly at Syndicate’s response, looking confused at the subdued reaction to her obvious provocation. That expression shifts into something that actually resembles concern at the state of True Society’s biggest gun. Billy inclines her head and shrugs sheepishly to confirm that she is - in fact - finished, prompting Syndicate to nod and turn away once again.

SYNDICATE: You've only got two jobs tonight: making sure that I keep this Briefcase...and staying the fuck out of my way.

He gets up from the wall and walks off, leaving Billy Bennett behind, looking somewhat troubled at the morose state of her stablemate. Her voice calls out after him, seemingly unconcerned whether or not he even bothers to stop and turn around.

BILLY BENNETT: Hey! Don’t worry. I got your back tonight, pal. But don’t ever try and give me an order again, y’hear?




It’s another busy night for Fallout’s General Manager, which would explain the scowl on Arik Holt’s face when he hears a knock upon his office door. Unconcerned with who could be on the other side and unable to be bothered to leave his desk, he barks out a response.

ARIK HOLT: What do you want?!

Instead of a verbal answer, the door to his office swings open, and a rolling cloud of fog seeps into the room, accompanied by “The Phantom of the Opera Overture” playing on an organ somewhere in the distance. Moments later, a tall black man with short, white hair steps into the room, his nearly opaque eyes staring ahead at the surprised GM behind the desk.

ARIK HOLT: Julius?! What the hell…

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: I assure you, there’s no cause for concern. Please, remain seated…

As the fog begins to dissipate and the organ music fades away, Julius almost seems to float until he’s at the far edge of Arik’s desk, his hands clasped casually behind his back.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: I bring you pleasant tidings, brother Arik. For I am not here as the uncouth ruffian you once had on your roster. I have experienced true enlightenment, and you may find that my new state of mind mirrors your own in certain ways.

Fully aware of Julius’ recent transformations, yet still skeptical as to their validity, Arik eyes his guest with great caution.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: First, I must apologize for the stubbornness of my previous incarnation. He was nothing more than a foul-mouthed barbarian, unable to see the grand scope of the…society…that you’re building. I hope that you will accept my whole-hearted apology.

Arik slowly stands from his chair, still eyeing Julius carefully.

ARIK HOLT: That…may be possible. I suppose it all depends upon you.

Julius cocks an eyebrow to show his interest.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: If there is some way I can prove myself to you, to show you that my change of heart and mind is sincere, I promise to go to any lengths to see that task completed.

ARIK HOLT: I see. I must admit, I can see the benefits of having you with me rather than against me. You’ve managed to be quite the thorn in my side on more than one occasion, and the prospect of bringing both of the tag team titles into the True Society…well…I can’t deny how appealing that is.

Julius slowly nods his head in agreement before raising his cold eyes back up to meet Arik’s.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: Tell me, brother Arik, have you ever danced with the devil under the pale moonlight?

The quote brings a smile to the GM’s face.

ARIK HOLT: Yes, Julius. Yes I have.

With that, Arik motions for the camera feed to be cut, so that he and Julius can speak in a more private environment.







CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentleman, the next match is a scheduled Five on Six match, with the Prime Championship…Noble Championship…vacant Ascension Champion…Gatekeeper Championship…AND the Ultimate Briefcase on the line.

The fans pop.

CLARA OLSON: Now this is a Golden Rules Elimination Match. So before we get to the Champions rules…let me state the regular rules of this hodge-podge. If you pin someone that holds one of the titles or items, you WIN that title/item. Once someone is pinned, they are eliminated and the person that EARNED that victory is to leave the match, unless they are the last one on their team. Once a title or item changes hands, it can not change hands again during the match. AND…also pins and/or submissions are legal, including teammate on teammate.

The fans cheer louder.

CLARA OLSON: Now onto the ‘Golden Rules’ portion of our match. Three Champions with gold…and whoever holds the gold, makes the rules. So…Angelo Caito’s golden rule? The whole match is to become a Barbed Wire Massacre match.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh, shit.

CLARA OLSON: Billy Bennett’s rule is that to defeat her…you have to make her bleed.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well, whoops. That seems a lot easier with Barbed Wire involved now.

CLARA OLSON: And Havoc’s rule? The only way to eliminate your opponent - or teammate - aside from Billy Bennett, is to knock them out. So with that being said…LET’S INTRODUCE OUR TEAMS!!! Introducing first…the challengers…MR WRIGHT, OZYMANDIAS, ALYSSA GRACE, HENRY LEE HYDE, JASON LONG…AND ELENA DeeeDRRAAACCAA!!!

“Rocket Skates: by the Deftones pump out of the speakers as Elena DeDraca steps out of the back entrance, followed by Long, Hyde, Grace, Ozymandias, and Mr. Wright. Some of them look annoyed that they are coming out behind Elena and to her music…but they have bigger things to deal with in this match.

All of them slowly walk down the ramp, with only Mr. Wright waiving to the crowd. They get to the ring and slowly disperse around it, looking into the ring instead of getting into it for the time being.

CLARA OLSON: And their opponents…the Champions…PRIME CHAMPION HAVOC, NOBLE CHAMPION BILLY BENNETT, GATEKEEPER CHAMPION ANGELO CAITO, UNIVERSAL BRIEFCASE HOLDER SYNDICATE, AND CASANOVA ENGLISH…TRUE…SSSOOOOOCCCIIIIEEETTTYYYY!!!

“Savages’ by Ice Nine Kills hits hard as True Society steps out of the back and are instantly greeted by a wall of booing. All five of them walk down the entrance ramp, their eyes set on their opponents…which doesn’t take long for them to clash as Ozymandias charges forward and begins to trade blows with Havoc.

DING! DING! DING!

Instantly everyone charges forward at each other. Mr. Wright and Billy Bennett, Jason Long begins to help Ozymandias with Havoc, Alyssa Grace on Casanova English, Elena DeDraca and Syndicate, then Caito and Hyde. A few moments of back and forth pass by when the lights dim down to a red hue. But there is no music…just simply two green Purge masked individuals on the entrance way. The one holds their arm up into the air and snaps their fingers…when suddenly their mask turns red and the other’s mask turns purple. The lights kick back on and the purple masked individual takes of down the ramp.

REDD: You all didn’t think I was going to let you have a five on six advantage…did I?

The purple masked individual gets down to the ring and is met by Alyssa Grace, who the newest member of True Society blocks a right hook from, before hooking up under her arm and tossing her with a hip toss. Henry Lee Hyde breaks from the ruckus and charges forward, unleashing with a spinning elbow…but the purple masked individual ducks under it. With tremendous power, they stand back up and manage to grab Henry…lifting up into the air and PLANTING him into the outside mats with a spinebuster. But just as they stand to their feet, they are met by Jason Long, who had found a barbed wire baseball bat lying around during the confusion. One swing and it connects on the mask, causing its wearer to stumble back…the mask cracking in half. Another swing at the caught off guard individual and even though it only grazes the mask…it is enough to snap off the broken part.

ALARA ADAMS: Holy fuck! How? HOW?

Standing there underneath a broken Purge mask…the newest member of True Society…Savannah Sunshine.

KAYDEN ELLIS: NOOOO!!! HOW COULD YOU???

Savannah charges forward at Jason and they both begin to battle back and forth as the group begins to battle back and forth again, the lights coming back up again. Meanwhile on the entrance way, Redd turns around only to be face to face with Adam Ekaterin.

ADAM EKATERIN: Why don’t you get on outta here and let your…friends…handle it from here.

REDD: You and your secret handler are pissing me off, Adam. I have half a mind to-

Before Arik/Redd can finish, Adam interrupts.

ADAM EKATERIN: So you are willing to risk it all, are ya? What is it you would like to ‘Drew to me…I mean, my apologies…do to me?

Unable to see the seething Arik is doing under the mask, he storms off into the back, leaving Adam to watch the commotion from the top of the ramp.

ALARA ADAMS: I am curious to what this Adam guy has on Arik Holt that has the little psycho running scared.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I am curious to who Adam’s so-called 'handler’ is.

Meanwhile down near the ring Billy Bennett has Mr Wright near the apron…AND A SPINNING BACK FIST SENDS MR. SHINING TIME STATION ONTO HIS BOTTOM! Not to be get cornered, Mr. Wright begins to crawl under the ring…but Billy grabs his leg and pulls him partially out…knocking a baseball bat out that was under the ring. Billy grabs the bat, but also grabs Mr. Wright’s legs, pulling him COMPLETELY out from under the ring. She raises the bat into the air and comes down hard…BUT MR WRIGHT MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! The bat hits the ground hard and causes Billy to lose focus for a moment as the vibration courses through her body. Bennett turns around…

ALARA ADAMS: MR. WRIGHT CAME OUT FROM UNDER THE RING WITH A PICTURE OF BILLY BENNETT AND HE JUST SMASHED IT OVER THE SIDE OF HER FACE!!!

Bennett stumbles, but gets her footing and grips tight onto the bat. Still a little dizzy from the picture, she charges forward towards Mr Wright. She pulls the bat back and swings…

CRACK!

Everyone in the vicinity stops moving to watch as Syndicate crumples to the ground.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Elena pushes Syndicate off of her and he stumbles backwards into the swing of Billy Bennett, who was aiming at Mr. Wright!

A ref comes flying in and checks on Syndicate…before standing to his feet and pointing at the announcers table.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Ladies and Gentleman, due to the Golden Rule of needing to be knocked out for elimination…Syndicate has been eliminated by Billy Bennett, meaning Billy is now the HOLDER of the Ultimate Briefcase!!! And is to leave the match immediately!

A ref walks up and takes the bat from Billy, handing her both the Ultimate Briefcase and the Fallout Noble Championship. Still looking slightly confused, the ref starts to guide Billy up the ramp. But when they get up to the top, Adam stops them.

ADAM EKATERIN: Listen, Billy…I’m not sure what kind of bullshit that bald head fuck filled your head with, but upon winning one prize…you forfeit any other prizes. I apologize, but we will make this up to you. So…I will have to take this…

Adam slowly pulls the Noble Championship from a still confused Billy’s hands. The ref then continues to walk her to the back as Adam pulls a microphone from his back pocket.

ADAM EKATERIN: Okay, folks, here is how this goes We have four remaining prizes…and four remaining True Society members. Havoc and Caito…eliminate them or they eliminate someone…they lose/keep their title. BUT…this Noble Title? We’ll put that on English’s shoulders right now…while the Ascension Championship, which I hear is getting a dip in an acid bath right now, will require a pin of little Mrs Judas Sunshine. Continue your fun.

Almost as if the switch was hit, everyone started battling it out again. But this time, Ozy and Elena were back on Havoc, while Jason and Mr Wright were launching an attack on Savannah, English and Alyssa Grace were trading blows, and both Caito and Hyde were going at it.

ALARA ADAMS: The tables have turned again on True Society as they are usually the one playing the numbers game.

Elena whips Havoc towards Ozymandias, who grabs him and lifts him into the air into the Arms of Azathoth…a powerful bearhug.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Uh-oh. Ozymandias has Havoc in the same hold that he defeated him with for the European Belt over in Wrestle World. Havoc is in trouble.

Ozy looks into Havoc’s eyes as he slowly begins to fade…Elena watching from the other side of the ring. Suddenly, from behind Elena…an individual with a black purge mask and white LED lights slides into the ring behind her. She turns around…AND GETS CAUGHT OFF GUARD WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT DROPS HER TO THE GROUND!!! Ozy let’s go of Havoc and charges forward at the new assailant…trying to grab him in the Arms of Azathtoth…but the attacker ducks underneath it. Ozy stops and turns around…AND HAVOC OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE CLIMAX!!! JUMPING DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER AND OZY STUMBLES BACKWARDS. Havoc and the black masked individual charge forward…but Ozy quickly drops and slides out of the ring.

ALARA ADAMS: Wait…what is he doing?

Ozy walks around the ruckus…watching Havoc and his new masked friend. He then starts to walk up the ramp towards a confused Adam.

ADAM EKATERIN: Ozymandias, my friend…I know this is Fallout and normally things are falls count anywhere, but you have to stay near the ring in this one. If not, I will have to disqualify you.

OZYMANDIAS: I did what I came to do, I scared young Chris and showed him I have the power over him. I don’t want any of your silly little Fallout trinkets while I hold the Legacy Championship anyway.

Ozymandias walks past Adam and into the back. Adam shakes his head and points down at the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Due to Ozymandias leaving the ring and the area of the match, he has been disqualified! And because Havoc was the last one to touch him…AND STILL YOUR PRIME CHAMPION…HAAAAAVVVOOOOCCC!!!

Havoc turns to the ref who has entered the ring and handed him the Prime Championship, still a little taken back by the events that have already occurred. And to FURTHER confuse everything, the masked assailant removes their purge mask then raises Havoc’s arm HIGH into the air.

KAYDEN ELLIS: THAT’S JULIUS FOULWEATHER!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE TONIGHT???

ALARA ADAMS: So wait. True Society still has Caito, English and Sunshine…while the challengers have DeDraca, Long, Grace, Hyde, and Mr. Wright? Even with Ozy leaving, the numbers are still against True Society here.

With everyone still a little taken back by what is happening, Jason pushes Savannah Sunshine to the ground on the outside…and before she could move beyond being on all fours..he unleashes a MONSTROUS Vanity Killer. The punt kick sends Savannah rolling away…but unconscious. A ref runs over and checks on her, only to stand to his feet and point at the announcers table.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Jason Long has knocked out Savannah Sunshine. According to the rules…Savannah is eliminated and Jason Long is your NEW FALLOUT ASCENSION CHAMPION!!!

A ref walks over and raises Jason’s hand into the air, directing and points for him to go up the ramp.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Wait…if Jason is the new Ascension Champion…and he has already held the Prime and Noble Championships…doesn’t that make him Project: Honor’s FIRST EVER Triple Crown Champion? He has now officially held every Fallout Title.

Jason walks up the ramp, empty handed currently…but with a title waiting for him once that thing is baptized and exorcized. Meanwhile Caito and English look at each other, standing across from DeDraca, Grace, Hyde…AND MR WRIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BURNING HAMMER ON CASANOVA ENGLISH!!!

ALARA ADAMS: WHERE IN THE JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT DID HE PULL THAT FROM???

Caito looks down at his fallen teammate, waiting for him to move…but he does not as he landed square on the edge of a chair that had found its way out from under the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Casanova English has been eliminated by knockout.. And your NEW FALLOUT NOBLE CHAMPION…MR WRIGHT!!!

Mr Wright’s eyes light up as the ref hangs him the Noble Championship. He hugs the belt, then hugs the ref…then walks over and hugs Caito, who quickly pushes him off.

KAYDEN ELLIS: So if my math is correct…True Society has lost the Ascension AND the Noble Championship tonight…while only holding onto the Prime Championship by a technicality.

ALARA ADAMS: At least they still can hold onto the Gatekee-

Before Alara can finish that sentence, Hyde, Grace and DeDraca surround Caito. Angelo lunges forward with a barbed wire wrapped brick, but DeDraca side steps him and POPS him with a ‘Lights Out’ jawbreaker.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Oh, now they’re just playing with their food.

Caito stumbles to the side, right into harms way of Alyssa Grace. The Crimson Combatant grabs Caito…AND SMASHES IN HIS FACE WITH THE ‘GOLDEN GRACE’ CRAVATE KNEE FACEBREAKER!!!

ALARA ADAMS: He looks dead on his feet.

Angelo stumbles away…blood trickling from his nose. He turns around…DISCUSS ELBOW SMASH BY HENRY LEE HYDE!!! ‘DREAD’ ONTO ANGELO CAITO AND THE GATEKEEPER CHAMPION CRUMPLES TO THE FLOOR!!! A ref runs over and begins checking on him as Hyde, Grace, and DeDraca look down at him.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Angelo Caito has been eliminated! All of Team True Society has been eliminated, meaning that the Challengers are our winners! And because of this last knockout…YOUR NEW PROJECT: HONOR GATEKEEPER CHAMPION…HENRY…LEE…HYYYYYYDDDEEE!!!

The fans pop loud as the ref hands Henry the Gatekeeper belt. He holds it up in the air as DeDraca slides out of the ring and begins to saunter up the ramp. She won the match, but doesn’t have much to show for it. As for Alyssa, she just stares down Henry Lee Hyde and his newly acquired title.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well folks, thats our show for the night. True Society is currently in shambles and despite adding two new members…they certainly don’t have the Gold to sustain their dominance.

ALARA ADAMS: But we will see you in two weeks at the Petersen Events Center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Enjoy the rest of your evening!

The camera zooms in on Henry Lee Hyde walking up the ramp with his new title and Alyssa Grace following close behind him.

Fade to Project: Honor logo.


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