FALLOUT XX | February 3rd, 2022: New Immortality

Opening up, we find ourselves in a smoke filled room with some bad lightning. But once we come into focus, we can see a large round table surrounded by Arik Holt, Havoc, Julius, Foulweather, Slade Castle, Billy Bennett, Syndicate, Angelo Caito, and Savannah Sunshine. Julius, Slade, Billy, Syndicate, and Angelo are all puffing on cigars, filling the air with thick white smoke while the table is covered in playing cards and poker chips.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: I got these finest Habanos from a wonderful gentleman down in San Antonio de los Banos, Cuba. I helped him with a little bit of a problem and he paid me in kind.

Savannah rolls her eyes, looking a little nauseous from the smoke.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I don’t know how ANY of you smoke those things. I’m having a hard time breathing just taking in the secondhand stuff.

Billy smirks and playfully blows a puff of smoke into Savannah’s face, causing the Candyland Queen to cough hard.

ARIK HOLT: Hey now, that was a bit rude.

BILLY BENNETT: Jus’ playin’ ‘round with my girl.

SLADE CASTLE: Billy take Savannah’s breath away? Just add it to the list of things she has stolen from the rest of us.

BILLY BENNETT: Well maybe if you men took better care of ya’ things…

SYNDICATE: Well maybe if you didn’t blindly start swinging a baseball bat in a match where we made it where a knockout eliminated you…

Billy Bennett jumps to her feet and pulls a hunting knife out from somewhere beneath the table. She leans across the table and points the knife at Syndicate.

BILLY BENNETT: Tell that to Ozymandias…you know…the Legacy Champion.

SYNDICATE: You little bitch!

Syndicate jumps to his feet, but is quickly grabbed by Slade and Julius who also stand up, to prevent him from jumping across the table at Billy. As the room fills with yelling more than smoke, Angelo jumps to his feet with a brick in his hand, his eyes focusing on Savannah.

ANGELO CAITO: Time to make you and your brother a matching pair of caved in domes!

Angelo pulls the brick back, but it is grabbed and yanked out of his hands by Arik Holt. With a noise that echoes through the room, Arik slams the brick down on the table…causing cards and chips to go flying.

ARIK HOLT: SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Everyone stops the in-fighting and stairs at a red-faced Arik, even Havoc…who is still sitting down and chowing down on a handful of pretzels. He softly puts down the hand of cards he was holding up.

ARIK HOLT: Yes, Billy took advantage of Slade and snatched away the Noble Championship. Yes, Billy took advantage of the Golden Rules and walked away with that Ultimate Briefcase. But we all agreed when we formed this little group and others joined in along the way…that outside of the ring, we are family…we are Society. Inside that ring, it is strictly business.

BIlly slowly sits down as Savannah reaches over and rubs her back to calm her down. Slade, Julius, and Syndicate sit down too…tempers calming down. Angelo slowly reaches over and grabs his brick, before also sitting down.

ARIK HOLT: I know tonight, the emotions are high. Jason has Slade facing off against one of the best wrestlers in Project: Honor history. Jason has Syndicate, Havoc, Billy, and Angelo going head to head in an attempt to fuck with each one of you…placing doubts in your head. Then Savannah and Julius, you both have the opportunity to yank that Ascension Championship from Long’s shapeshifting fingers.

Arik looks at Savannah, who is whispering to Billy before making a hand gesture with her index finger and thumb, giving the impression that she is talking about something small.

ARIK HOLT: Yes, Jason Long has tried to throw a wrench into our little group…

ANGELO CAITO: …a brick…

Arik slowly turns his head and gives Angelo a dirty look, causing the former Gatekeeper Championship to turn his eyes away from the Fallout General Manager and hug his brick.

ARIK HOLT: As I was saying…Jason is trying to disrupt us. Just like Big Drip Worldwide and the KaVengers. We are the strongest group of folks to ever step foot in Project: Honor. We are what everyone should strive to be. We are True Society. So let’s finish our card game and get ready for this anniversary show.

Everyone picks up their cards and looks at them.

HAVOC: Straight flush!

Havoc places his cards down and has cards five through nine in hearts.

JULIUS FOULWEATHER: Well shit.

Billy smiles wide as she places her cards down to show she had a hand of spades, Ten through Ace.

HAVOC: CHEATER!!!

Havoc jumps to his feet and grabs the bottom of the table. In a feat of strength, he flips the heavy table over, throwing cards and chips to fly everywhere. Everyone stands to their feet and yelling feels the room again, as Arik continues to sit in his chair…shaking his head in disbelief and disappointment.

Fade out.




Our television screen fades to show a live shot of fans outside of the Petersen Event Center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Fans can be seen pouring into the entrances….but the screen glitches and suddenly we see a grainy video of the Belle Centre in Quebec, Montreal, Canada. The date ‘January 28th, 2021’ appears on the top right of the screen.

Instead of our usual ‘Too Far Gone’ by Villain Of The Story…we have a throwback as ‘Rise Above It’ by I Prevail begins to play.

I’ve been patiently waiting, tyin’ my stomach in knots
I’ve been lost in the moment, goin to war with my thoughts.
And if you’re feelin the pressure, the pressure’s all that I got.
So if you think that you’re ready, I’m here to tell you you’re not.

We cut away from the picture of the Bell Center, to see a scene from that first Fallout. It’s former General Manager Christian DeMarco and current General Manager Arik Holt, standing in the ring.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: But this place? This is Thursday Night. There is no Rock Johnson. There is no Callum Walker. There is no Caden Young. Thursday Night is Fallout night. Fallout is MY show. Fallout is HIS show.

DeMarco points at Arik Holt, whose eyes quickly open wide. He touches his chest and mouths the word ‘me’ as if asking a question.

CHRISTIAN DeMARCO: FALLOUT...IS...OUR...SHOW!!!

The time is right now, yeah you’re in over your head.
I’m callin’ lights out, until it’s over and dead.
And I’ll be damned if I ever let you get me again.
Yeah, I will stop at nothing,
‘Cause I was made to Rise Above It!

Fade to Daniel Horror falling onto Amber Payne to score the winning pin during a four-way inaugural Ascension Championship Match at The Crowning 2021. Next was Eli Atlas branding Daniel Horror with a branding iron, meeting the conditions to win the Ascension Title at Fallout II. Followed by Kasey Winterborn wrenching back on Zack Tyler with a Little Wicked Machine, causing him to tap out to start her Ascension Championship run at Wired Consequences I. Then Mason Destruction back-body dropping Lesley Adora over the ropes and into a dumpster set up on the outside of the ring, eliminating Adora and giving Mason the Ascension Championship at Fallout VIII.

oooOOOOOOooOOoOoohhh

Trending with the Ascension Championship runs, we see Slade Castle dropping Bianca McBride with Execution By Force, to earn himself the title at Fallout XI. Then on the very next show, Fallout XII, we see a video of Valkyrie slamming a Mjolnir into the side of Bianca McBride’s head, to start her record reign. Ending the highlight of the Ascension Championship, we see Jason Long

’Cause one of these days, one of these days,
Everyone will know

Cut to show Christian DeMarco handing the Noble Championship to Kayla Richards. Then a video of Pixie Sloane hitting Pixie Dust on Kayla Richards to steal away the Noble Championship at Disputed Territory 2021. A video of Savanna Sunshine hitting the actuator button at the top of the Super Aggro Crag, to win the Noble Championship away from Pixie at Fallout IX. Finally Jason Long putting Kayla Richards through a bed of light tubes, to secure the Noble Championship at Guts, Gold, & Glory 2021.

But for now I stand alone

Continuing with the Noble Championship run, we see Pyro dropping Havoc with the Pyro Massacre to win the Noble Championship at Night Of Honor: Week Two. Next video up is Slade Castle holding Savannah Sunshine in the Lights Out, making her call his name as winner of the Noble Championship at Bloodbath II. Followed by a Wired Consequences II video of Billy Bennett driving Michael Bishop into a pile of legos with a Deadfall to win herself the Noble Title. Finishing up with Mr. Wright hitting Casnova English with a burning hammer to secure the now renamed ‘?’ Championship at Fallout XIX.

I count my enemies like trophies
I wear my scars so they can show me, now
I’ve got nothin’ left to prove
So when I look at you, all I see are trophies...trophies

Cut to Drago Santiago hitting a Deus Ex Machina on John Nash Strader, through a glass table, to secure the first ever Prime Championship reign at The Crowning 2021. The video quickly cuts to Jason Long smashing Drago through a flame-covered glass table with a Thronebreaker, to take the Prime Championship during Disputed Territory 2021. Finally a video of Havoc holding Julius Fairweather in a bat-assisted Death Parade during Bloodbath II, causing Julius to tap to give Havoc the Prime Championship.

I’m not afraid,
to put it all on the line, like it runs in my veins
I will stop at nothin’ cause I was made to Rise Above It!







"Word Up" by THE BOSSHOSS hits and the fans know what's gonna come when this theme hits, a good ol' brawl!

CLARA OLSON: Making his way down to the ring, some call him the Daredevil of Brawling. Earl Boyde!

Earl comes from the back and walks to the ring and winds his arms and moves his neck left to right. Earl stops and pours some beer on some lucky bystander. Earl rolls into the ring and stares down his two opponents who are already waiting at ringside.

CLARA OLSON: Currently at ringside, first, representing the Kavengers, Rapture! Next to him, also representing the Kavengers, Noah Hope!

ALARA ADAMS: This could actually be a tricky one for Earl Boyde here in our opening contest. He is not just facing one person but two!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Let's be honest with ourselves now, even if they do work together, I highly doubt these two will be a challenge for Earl.

All three men are in the ring as the bell sounds. Earl Boyde quickly charges across the ring toward the other two men who hold their hands up telling Boyde to stop. The two quickly turn to the corner and talk to each other while Boyde patiently waits for them to be ready. When Rapture and Noah turn out of the corner, they have something in their hands. They hold up a white t-shirt with Kavengers crudely written in marker. Boyde takes the shirt into his hands and looks at the writing on the shirt. He looks around to gauge the audience reaction which is incredibly mixed. People chanting both "Kavengers" and "No!"

ALARA ADAMS: It looks as though the Kavengers are using this opportunity to try and recruit Boyde.

KAYDEN ELLIS: For his sake I hope he doesn't. It's just a bunch of losers anyways.

Boyde looks at the shirt and begins to nod. Rapture and Noah begin to celebrate, Noah turning and climbing turnbuckle to pump up the crowd. While Noah is distracted however, Boyde throws the shirt into Raptures face and grabs his head, dropping him with a DDT! Rapture quickly rolls out of the ring as Noah turns to see what has happened. Noah approaches Boyde calmly trying to understand but Boyde quickly throws a combination of rapid punches to Noah's head knocking him into the corner. Boyde then quickly transitions to hitting him with a one armed bulldog. Boyde is looking to finish him now as he picks Noah up and hit's him with an Alabamna slam, followed by a jumping elbow drop. Earl Boyde goes for the cover!

ALARA ADAMS: The Redfeather Special!

KAYDEN ELLIS: I think this one may be over for the Kavengers.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner of this match, Earl Boyde!

Earl get's up and gestures to the crowd, getting them excited for the rest of the show.













DING! DING! DING!

Yuriko Toyama and Nick Danger start circling the ring and Nick goes for a lock up, but Yuriko ducks under and backsides Nick, but let's go and transitions into a jackknife pin.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Nick kicks out of the pin, shocked that he almost lost that early to a roll up. He gets back to his feet and starts to circle again and goes for a lock up, but Yuriko ducks again and grabs Nick by the waist and pushes him forward into the ropes and goes for another roll up variation, but Nick holds onto the ropes, forcing Yuriko to roll back to her feet and eats an nasty dropkick from Danger. Toyama gets to a seated position and Nick runs off the ropes and hits a neckbreaker on Yuriko and covers her for the pin.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Nick goes back on the offense, lifting Toyama off the floor and pushes her into the corner. He grabs the top rope with both hands and uses his right foot to kick Yuriko in the stomach. He lifts her onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up each turnbuckle himself before meeting her up there. He goes for a superplex, but Yuriko grabs the metal rod that keeps the turnbuckle up before punching him in the stomach. When she breaks free, Yuriko drops to the apron, bringing Nick down and throat first onto the top rope. He turns his back to Yuriko to aid his injured throat, which allows her to spring off the top rope and stomp both her feet directly into the back of Danger's head, dropping him to the mat. Toyama flips Nick onto his back and covers him, hooking his outside leg.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Yuriko picks up Nick Danger, only to drop him back down to the mat with a scoop slam. She goes under the second rope and up to the top turnbuckle. Nick starts getting to his feet and that's when Yuriko decides to jump off, but is countered by Nick with a Bicycle Knee to the jaw of Yuriko, staggering her and leaving enough time for Danger to hook her and up and down with a spinning brainbuster. He quickly crawls over and gets on top of Yuriko for the cover.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Shocked Yuriko kicked out, he wants to go for the kill shot and end this. He quickly lifts Yuriko up and places her in a suplex position. He tosses her up, but Yuriko flips out of it and lands on her feet, and stiffly chops Nick's chest before nailing him with Gamengiri that rocks him and runs off the ropes and hits him with a Meteora, sending him crashing to the mat. Yuriko calls for the end of the match and allows Nick to get up off the floor before grabbing Danger and hitting him with a Exploder Suplex, finishing with a bridge for a pin.

One!
Two!
Three!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: And your winner…YURIKO…TOOOOYYYYAAAAMMMAAA!!!

The bell rings and Yuriko Toyama is victorious in her first Project Honor match! She gets to her feet and has her hand raised and she leaves the ring, giving high fives to the fans as she heads to the back.




Backstage, in yet another random room which Billy Bennett has commandeered for her own personal use. The entire place is a mess; it’s almost like a 5’0”, drug-snorting tornado has rolled through it.

Seems she’s calmed down slightly since tearing up the room, as Billy is presently pacing back and forth with an old flip-phone held to one ear. She’s in the middle of delivering what sounds to be a tersely-worded message to Adam Ekaterin’s unfortunate secretary, who has been forced to field many such calls from Billy in the past several days.

BILLY BENNETT: The fuck you mean, ‘Mr. Ekaterin is busy?’ Listen here, I been callin’ for a week tryin’ to reach that man. Ya best tell him I ain’t got a lot of patience; he owes me a fuckin’ belt after that shit he pulled last time, alright?! I ain’t gonna wait ‘round forever to take back what’s mine, and if I gotta call agai-…

The receptionist hangs up mid-threat. With a mumbled curse under her breath, Billy drops the cheap flip-phone to the ground before stomping it hard enough to send bits of plastic skidding around the floor.

Her productive conversation with the office of Adam Ekaterin over, she finally turns her attention to the small TV in the corner of the room.

It just so happens to be playing the latest episode of The Promised Land Playhouse; a special live edition, in fact! Odd that a show which seems aimed at children would be broadcasting live at like 8:30pm on a Thursday night, but oh well.

Looks like the intro music has just wrapped up, revealing Mr. Wright standing in the middle of what appears to be a celebration. All the Playhouse cast are milling about; streamers, little party hats, even those weird paper tubes you blow into.

The only character from the Playhouse Cinematic Universe missing appears to be Candi Cain, who is conspicuously absent from the party. She must be busy!

MR. WRIGHT: Oh boy, wasn’t that a lot of fun, everybody? Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘Mr. Wright, why didn’t you come back to Friendship Falls to play this week?’

He puts on an exaggerated sad face, lifting up his broad shoulders in a shrug.

MR. WRIGHT: I guess Mr. Jason-Entity-Seth-Alonzo-Long Jr. forgot to book me on the card! Knowing him, he was probably busy looking for a new face! But that’s okay, because I was awfully tired after teaching those bullies in True Society a lesson last time! And anyway, I’ve been working hard on fixing up that nice gold belt I won! I don’t know what silly Billy was using it for, but there was an awful lot of white powder stuck on that thing!

Billy scowls; although watching Wright lay out Casanova English was plenty funny to her, it’s obvious she doesn’t think he earned that belt.

BILLY BENNETT: Son of a bitch, that’s MY title you’re talkin’ ‘bout, you fat moth-…

MR. WRIGHT: Now, now, Billy, watch your language! What would your parents think?

Those words are spoken with Mr. Wright staring directly at - almost THROUGH - the camera lens. Billy does a double take, cutting her rant off before it can really get started; did he really…?

By the time she really starts paying attention, the host has already moved on to showing off a small diorama; it’s constructed to look like a recreation of last Fallout’s main event. Shaking her head and rubbing at her eyes, Billy blinks hard like she’s trying to snap herself out of some trance, or dream.

Like she’s trying to convince herself that her own mind was playing tricks on her.

No way Mr. Wright was talking directly to her. How COULD he have been?

BILLY BENNETT: Fuck this. I gotta concentrate…

Reaching out with one hand, she yanks the power cable out of the wall and the TV screen goes black. Not satisfied with that, she actually tips the thing over so that the screen is facing down. She doesn’t have time for this bullshit; she has a crown to win tonight, after all.







DING! DING! DING!

The lights in the arena dim completely down as Antagonist by Nova Twins begins to blast throughout the arena, a sudden and bright white spotlight beams down at the top of the entrance ramp. Alyssa Grace steps out into the spotlight, a bright smile on her face, clearly full of energy. After taking a moment to soak in the reaction from the crowd, she pumps one first into the air and turns that into a two finger salute, setting off a series of brightly coloured pyrotechnics beside and behind her.

CLARA OLSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: California, USA, weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds, this is Aaaaaalysssaaaa… Grrrrrraaaaaaccccceee!"

Dropping her arm back to her side, she confidently struts down the ramp, slapping hands with the audience, doing her best to interact with as many people as she possibly can. Before she slides into the ring, she searches for a member of the audience at ringside and approaches them, taking her leather jacket off and giving it to them to keep. Alyssa hops up onto the apron and leans against the ropes, taking in the atmosphere in one final time before doing the standard rock ‘n’ roll salute, index finger up, middle fingers down, pinky up and thumb in, she then enters the ring and immediately heads towards the top turnbuckle, perching herself on it, bowing her head ever so slightly and smirking as her music fades out.

♫ Alright ♫

♫ I'm laying in bed
With a lit cigarette
Can't say if last night
Was a blonde or brunette
Megan Fox is on the phone
Keeps blowing me up
And there's three shots of whiskey
In my coffee cup ♫

♫ I'm a bad mutha fucka, heeh
I'm a bad mutha fucka ♫

♫ I can polish off a bottle
In the blink of an eye
I can drink all night
And not pay a dime
Just as soon kick your ass
As I take a piss
Even fuckin' Chuck Norris
Don't want none of this ♫

♫ I'm a bad mutha fucka (Hehe) ♫

As his entrance music continues to play, a spotlight shines through the dimmed purple lighting to rest upon the entrance stage, where Julius Foulweather stands with both arms crossed in front of his chest, a look of total determination on his face.

"Introducing her opponent! He comes in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, and is one half of the Project Honor Tag Team Champions, this is Juuuuulllliusss…… Fooooouulllllweathherrr!"

Wearing a black suit, complete with tie and jacket, Julius slowly lowers his arms and begins to walk forward, his nearly opaque eyes set upon the ring. He occasionally stops to give a fan a cold glare when they manage to grab his attention. It is a bug-eyed look from a man that simply does not give a fuck, and fearing the possibility of being knocked out, the fan backs down.

♫ I can pick up any chick
That I meet at the bar
I can even take the one
Right off of your arm
I got a woman at home
And a kid on the way
I got a girl in New York
And four more in L.A. ♫

♫ I'm a bad mutha fucka
(Mutha fucka, hehehe)
I'm a bad mutha fucka (Hehe)
(Hahaha) ♫

♫ I got hookers by the handfuls
Five at a time
But they're the ones paying me
By the end of the night
Pimps hunt me down
And tryin' get the cash
Then me and Samuel Jackson
Bust a cap in their ass ♫

♫ We're bad mutha fuckas (Hæh!)
Bad mutha fuckas, come on
(Hahaha) ♫

After stepping between the ropes, Julius is followed to the center of the ring by a single spotlight. A grin forms on his face, showing off the pointed teeth that hide behind his lips. As he stares forward at the hard camera, Julius slides out of his suit jacket and folds it neatly over his arm. After handing the jacket over to a ringside attendant, he adjusts the black leather gloves covering his hands, content to wrestle in what remains of his formal attire.

♫ I'm a bad mutha fucka (Hehe)
Write bad checks
To the I.R.S.
I'm a master at passing
Sobriety test
I sell dope to the Hot Topic
Kids at the mall
I'm like O.J. baby
I get away with it all ♫

♫ I'm a bad mutha fucka (Hehehe)
And he's in jail mutha fucka, come on ♫

♫ I got a room in my house
For my ten foot bong
I'm pretty sure George Thorogood
Even wrote me a song
I'm a bad, bad, bad
To the bone, mutha fucka ♫

♫ Bad to the bone
(Bad mutha fucka!)

DING! DING! DING!

With the winner moving on to the main event match for an opportunity at the Ascension Championship, both Julius and Alyssa start circling the ring. Julius goes for a lockup, but Alyssa uses her speed to slide under Julius and starts elbowing the back of his head then kicks the back of his knees, bringing him down to his knees. Grace runs off the ropes, but Julius quickly belly to belly tosses her over him from a kneeling position. Julius shakes his legs and walks over, lifting Grace off the ground and chucks her into the corner and starts kicking at her midsection before lifting her onto the top turnbuckle. He goes up to the middle turnbuckle and hooks Alyssa head between his arm like a headlock and places her arm over his shoulder and hits a superplex. He quickly covers Alyssa.

One.
Two.
Kickout!

Alyssa gets her shoulder up as Julius gets to his feet. He looks at his fist and waits for Alyssa to make it to her feet, and he goes for 'Mr. Glass Jaw' early, but Alyssa ducks down to dodge it and nails Julius in the side of the head with a step up Enzuigiri that stuns Julius. Alyssa runs off the ropes behind and ducks a clothesline attempt by Julius and rebounds off the ropes and drops Foulweather with a Yakuza kick. Grace gets on top of Julius, hooking his inside leg.

One.
Two.
Kickout!

Alyssa knows not to waste any time, especially with an opportunity for a title match later in the night on the line, so she gets up and runs to the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope and springs off, going backwards and landing a leg drop onto the face of Foulweather, who proceeds to roll out of the ring and to his feet. He rubs his jawline and turns and gets hit with a suicide dive that sends him into the barricade, but not down. Alyssa slides back under the bottom rope and runs off the ropes again and goes for another suicide dive, but this go, Julius catches her with a bear hug and runs forward and slams her spine into the metal ring post before spinning around and slams her back into the barricade before spinning around again and lastly slamming her back onto the edge of the ring. Julius steps back and rests against the barricade as Alyssa slowly pulls herself up and onto the edge of the ring. Julius follows suit and both are on the edge of the ring as the referee steps close to have them both come into the ring. Julius grabs Alyssa and chucks her into the ring with a toss that ends up catching the referee and brings them both down. Foulweather stands outside of the ring on the ring apron and as he goes to enter the ring, the lights go out…

The arena was surrounded by darkness for what seemed to be a long time before coming back on. Julius senses something off.. so he turns his body and within an instant is dropped by… by the 'Blood Dragon onto the edge of the ring. It's.. the ENTITY! His eyes glowing white looks down at the unresponsive body of Julius Foulweather before hopping off and landing on his feet. He quickly turns his head, catching Alyssa Grace in his sights trying get up, unaware of what is happening before the lights go out again. When they come back on, he's gone. Alyssa turns around and sees Julius laid out, but not knowing it was by Jason Long, so she drags Julius into the ring and to his feet. She runs under him and jumps up to the top rope and jumps off, sending both feet into the back of his head, hitting 'No Happy Endings' before pushing Julius to his back and covers him.

One.
Two.
Three!!!

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner…and ADVANCING to tonight’s Main Event…ALYSSA GRRRRAAACCEEE!!!

The bell rings as Alyssa wins this match, thus earning herself a title match later in the night as the main event is now Jason Long defending the Ascension Championship against Savannah Sunshine, Michael Bishop, and now Alyssa Grace.




We cut to the back as Slade is walking down the hall on his way to the ring. He’s mentally preparing for one of the biggest opportunities he’s had to prove himself as an actual fighter.

SLADE CASTLE: Alright Elena, just you and me.

Slade cracks his knuckles and turns towards the entrance area, but as he does, he notices something out of the corner of his right eye. Smirking, he turns and walks towards the distraction, and as the camera pans around, we see none other than the Los Angeles Outlaw himself, Syndicate, sitting on top of a black stage crate with his hands folded in his lap. Wearing a black leather jacket with torn-up blue jeans and black Under Armour sneakers, the disgraced former Legacy Champion has a dreary yet determined look in his eye, as if he’s been sitting here all day…waiting for his moment to get back at those that wronged him.

SLADE CASTLE: Hey Syn, waiting around to get your shit back? Let me tell you, Billy ain’t giving that briefcase back.

Initially refusing to respond, Syndicate tilts his head to the side, stretching out his neck muscles.

SYNDICATE: The hell you want with me, Slade? I’ve got nothing left for you to take.

SLADE CASTLE: Oh, I was just in the neighborhood, thought I’d stop by and see if you had any tips on beating Elena. You keep telling anybody who’ll listen that you’re really good at that sort of thing.

SYNDICATE: Nah, nah, we’re done here.

Suddenly, Syndicate hops down from the road case and gets right into Slade Castle’s face, the two now only an inch or two apart.

SYNDICATE: This is exactly what I’m fuckin’ talking about, Slade. I gave up EVERYTHING for the good of the group - my briefcase, my title, my LEGACY - and y’all just keep on clowning me like I’m a damn child. The fuck do I have to do to get y’all to show me some respect?

The Los Angeles Outlaw pushes his long blonde hair back behind his face, refusing to even take a breath.

SYNDICATE: I sit here every damn week, preparing for my match, and whether it’s you or Billy or whoever else, you people just can’t help yourselves, can you? You can’t stop yourself from patting poor ol’ Syndicate on the head, saying it’ll feel better soon, saying everything’s gonna be okay…and then we go out to that ring, and you either stab me in the back or leave me for dead.

Using both hands, Syndicate pushes Castle backward and turns around, clearly wanting to let out his anger even more, but stopping himself from doing so.

SYNDICATE: We’re all out here trying to tear down this society and build ourselves a new one…but honestly, Slade, I’m wonderin’ if I’m truly welcome in either.

Slade holds his hands up, confused by the sudden hostility. Not one to back down, Slade walks back up to Syndicate getting right back into the man’s face.

SLADE CASTLE: I didn’t mean anything by it. You need to watch yourself picking fights neither of us need. You’re not the only person here that has had things taken from them by other members of this group. When this whole thing started I was there. I played my role and you know what? It paid off. I got my Noble title match. My first defense, I lost it to our newest member. You may know a little something about that. The little devil goes by the name Billy Bennet. She also went and lost that title, taking your briefcase in the process. We all got issues and there may not be much trust to go around, but don’t assume I’m your enemy here.

Slade looks to the side and takes a deep breath not allowing himself to get angry seeing the potential agreement between the two.

SLADE CASTLE: Look, we both got ourselves here so it’s up to us to make it through. This whole new society, it ain’t always working for me either. For now, all we can do is trust Arik’s vision. We’ll get through this. There’s not a whole lot of people I can say this about but I respect you as a competitor and all I wanted was an opinion on how to beat the former Legacy Champion. You know, the one you beat.

Satisfied, Slade Castle turns back towards the entranceway, but just before he leaves…

SYNDICATE: You gotta knock her out.

Slade turns back, bemused by the shift in Syndicate's tone.

SLADE CASTLE: Go on?

SYNDICATE: If Elena stays conscious, she’ll make you tap. Focus on her head and neck, make her woozy…then go in for the kill. That’s how you beat her.

Smiling to himself, Slade Castle nods and walks through the black curtain, leaving the Los Angeles Outlaw alone to his own conflicted thoughts.







CLARA OLSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to be competed with no holds barred!!

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. And on cue with Chino’s screams of his chorus hook, HYDRA began to descend down the walkway with Elena leading the pack.

GUNS, RAZORS, KNIVES!
Fuck with me!

Once the group meets the padding around the ring, they all stop for a moment. Alexandra, Deirdre and Lara all spread out - circling the ring with a different person ending up on different sides of the ring. All glancing toward Elena, she would give a nod and all would simultaneously climb up onto the apron and duck between the ropes to enter the ring. The whole group moved to the center of the ring while Elena marched to the ropes facing the hard camera, climbing up to stand on the middle, wrapping a single leg over the top where she perched herself - arms spread out in a dominant fashion. This visual lasted for a moment before Elena climbed down and joined her friends in the middle of the ring. The lighting would then return to normal and the music began to fade away. Alexandra, Deirdre and Lara exited the ring and ringside area, leaving just Elena to await her opponent.

CLARA OLSON: Introducing first… Currently In The Ring… The Former Legacy Champion… Residing From Garrison, New York… The British Raven… ELENA DEDRACA!!!

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

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

CLARA OLSON: And Her Opponent… From The Motor City… The Slayer Of The Street… SLADE CASTLE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

The two approach the center of the ring, as Slade goes for a tie up he is met with a knee to the gut, Elena wastes literally no time and sends him over with a snap suplex, she immediately rolls over into a lateral press.

ONE!
TW… Kick Out!!

ALARA ADAMS: Elena catching Slade by surprise from the outset.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The former marine ain't losing to a Snap Suplex for fuck sake.

Elena raises back to her feet, pulling Slade up by the hair, but Slade throws a side elbow to DeDraca's midsection, stunning her momentarily, he then wraps her up and tips her backward with a Russian leg sweep. On impact though, Elena rolls through, grapevining Slade's left leg into a standing leg lock. With his free leg Slade is able to push his right foot into the back of Elena's knee, causing her to falter her vertical base and allowing Castle to slip free of the hold.

ALARA ADAMS: This is no holds barred, so why are they wrestling?

KAYDEN ELLIS: Fuck knows!!

Elena is on her feet behind Castle, locking him up around the waist and then flipping her bigger opponent over with a quick german suplex. Elena straddles Slade, delivering a stiff fist to the head but Castle bucks his hips, forcing Elena up enough that he can shove her away, both scramble back to their feet. Slade rocks DeDraca backwards with a European Uppercut, putting her on the ropes, then closes the gap with a big straight right hand, only for Elena to shoulder low into the gut of Castle, before tipping him up and over the top rope with a back body drop. Slade crashes to the floor below as The British Raven drops to the canvas, rolling out under the bottom rope to join him at ringside.

ALARA ADAMS: Here we go, this thing's spilling to the outside.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Time for brutal, not brutal like sitting through Pursuit Of The Ring… but brutal nonetheless.

Elena pulls Slade back toward his feet, swinging him around with an impressive arm drag that sends Castle into the side of the metal ring steps. The steps jar, unlatching from the ring on impact, while Slade arches his back in pain. Elena heel stomps Castle in the abdomen, she follows it with a throat punch for good measure, leaving Slade clutching his throat and gasping for breath. Elena places Castle's face over the metal stairs, taking a quick pace around in a circle and picking up speed before hopping up and driving down for the back of his head with her flight of the raven curb stomp. Slade shoves the steps, pushing them out from beneath him in the nick of time, an act which still ends with him taking a glancing stomp to the back of the skull, but very likely spares him serious injury.

KAYDEN ELLIS: If Elena hit that how she intended then Slade would’ve been dead!

ALARA ADAMS: She still got some of it.

Elena pulls backward on Slade's hair, wrenching his head back at a painful angle, and then locks him down with a modified dragon sleeper. Slade arches his back, trying to keep the pressure off his neck, Elena leans back further to gain leverage, which is just the shift in balance Slade is waiting for. Castle drops to his knees, jerking DeDraca forward in the process, and then snapmares her over his shoulder, flipping Elena onto her back laying at Castle's feet.

ALARA ADAMS: Slade probably needs a moment.

Slade stomps for Elena's head, but Elena rolls out the way and regains her footing. Slade though follows up with a low kick, battering Elena across the left shin, knocking one of DeDraca's legs out from under her. The British Raven stumbles for a moment, Slade takes hold of her around the waist and flips her around with a tilt-a-whirl, only for the former legacy champion to slip free in mid air, bringing Castle down to the concrete with a twisting bulldog. Elena pulls him up by the wrist, irish whipping him into the steel turnbuckle post, Slade's head rebounds with an audible thud. Elena then attempts a spinning heel kick at the back of Slade's head, but he ducks at the last possible moment and she blasts her left leg brutally against the metal post.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Ouchie!!

Slade, now in control, takes hold of Elena and rolls her back into the ring. Slade rolls in behind looking dazed but confident, he stalks Elena as she slowly rises, he lines her up and nails a perfect spinning backfist that drops Elena DeDraca in a heap.

ALARA ADAMS: VISIONS OF DELUSION!!!

Slade Castle makes the cover…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!! NO… ELENA ACTUALLY KICKS OUT!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HOLY SHIT!!! Elena DeDraca seriously just kicked out of Slade’s best shot!!

ALARA ADAMS: Elena showing right there why many still consider her the measuring stick in Project Honor.

Slade looks stunned but doesn’t waste a breath, he drags the lifeless body of his opponent up, Castle lifts Elena all the way up into a military position, setting her up for his Execution By Force finisher… AS HE GOES TO DROP HER, SHE WRIGGLES HERSELF FREE AND FROM OVER HIS HEAD PLANTS HER FOOT ON HIS SKULL TAKING HIM ALL THE WAY DOWN FROM A STANDING POSITION WITH A CRAZY SIX FOOT THREE HIGH CURB STOMP!!!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy fucking shit balls!!! That’s unfuckingbelievable!! What a Flight Of The Raven.

ALARA ADAMS: Look up the ramp…

Elena struggles yet manages to get Slade rolled over for a pin but is interrupted by the voice of none other than Arik Holt from the stage.

ARIK HOLT: Elena, we can all see you have Slade beat but before you cover him, we have a message for you…

Elena stares a hole through Arik and doesn’t see the impending danger, Syndicate has entered the ring from behind her, he steps over Slade and smashes DeDraca in the back of the skull with a sickening shot using his black baseball bat, the unprotected shot breaks the bat and drops Elena hard.

ALARA ADAMS: WHY DAMMIT?

Both Arik and Syndicate are smiling at the mess made, as Syndicate starts making his way up the ramp towards Holt, the ref starts counting…

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!! SLADE’S HAND WAS SOMEHOW ON ELENA’S BODY… SLADE CASTLE WINS!!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is fucking bullshit!

CLARA OLSON: Your winner via pinfall… SLADE CASTLE!!

Neither Slade nor Elena are even moving, pleased with their work Arik and Syndicate look on unaware that they’ve been joined on stage by a clearly pissed off Adam Ekaterin, they only notice him as they turn to leave. Syndicate steps towards Adam…

ADAM EKATERIN: Syndicate, as your boss I’m telling you, if you even think about taking another fucking step in my direction you’ll be fired on the damn spot.

Syndicate looks at Arik who nods, Adam turns to Arik.

ADAM EKATERIN: Elena DeDraca is one of the very fucking best in this business, Elena deserves better than this bullshit, Elena deserves better than the walking piece of shit as her fucking General Manager too… So as you’re incapable of giving her the spotlight she deserves after all she’s done to help make Fallout the show it is… EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY… ELENA DEDRACA IS TRADED TO PROVING GROUND!!!

Adam literally throws the mic away as the arena and everyone in it, including Arik fall into a stunned hush.













The ring and surrounding areas have been set up for the headlining match: the Throne of Blood. There are panes of stained glass - each portraying a scene from Fallout’s history, in commemoration of this anniversary - both propped up and laying on the ground around the ring. Light tubes, chairs, tables, spools of barbed wire - and so on - are all scattered around assorted spots.

Leading down the entrance ramp are a series of burning, flickering oil torches. At the top of the ramp is the Throne in question: made of jagged and twisted metal, sharp tips poke up from the arm-rests with a back that is wrapped in razor wire, it looks like it would be painful to even take a seat in. A throne capable of drawing blood simply by brushing up against it.

And suspended high above the ring by way of a long wire fastened to the rafters is a crown made of barbed wire, wrapped around a circular metal frame; it looks as painful to place on ones’ head as the throne does to sit in.

ALARA ADAMS: Well, folks, this is bound to be an interesting match. For the past few months, True Society has been running roughshod over the entire roster, without so much as a speedbump to slow their momentum. But that all changed in our last main event, where they suffered their first real loss as a group. Several titles lost, and a betrayal that arguably cost them the match.

KAYDEN ELLIS: It looks like Jason might be more clever than I’ve given him credit for, setting Holt’s people against each other the very next show after they suffered a defeat at the hands of the resistance.

ALARA ADAMS: A defeat caused - in no small part - by Billy Bennett eliminating Syndicate early in the match. Without two of their heaviest hitters, it’s no surprise the remaining members couldn’t pull out a victory against such an impressive line-up of opponents.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I’d imagine there’s a lot of enmity backstage amongst True Society after such a loss, particularly considering they dropped three belts in the course of that match.

ALARA ADAMS: I mean, I think everyone made it pretty clear who they blame for what happened.

KAYDEN ELLIS: True. You couldn’t pay me enough to switch spots with Billy Bennett going into this thing.

There is no fanfare, no announcer, no entrance music to herald the arrival of the wrestlers for this bout. They simply make their way down the ramp and into the ring.

First is Angelo Caito, carrying a folding chair wrapped in barbed wire as he climbs into the ring and takes a spot in one of the four corners. To say he seems upset would be an understatement, every part of his body language seems to indicate a bubbling rage just underneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

Next is Syndicate, carrying his trademark baseball bat; he hardly even makes eye contact with Angelo as he enters the ring. He looks grim, determined, and focused as he stares at the entrance ramp, as if awaiting the arrival of someone in particular. Knuckles are white as he clenches the handle of the bat in his grip, like he couldn’t wait to swing it.

Billy comes out next, pausing to grab a fluorescent light tube from ringside before sliding under the ropes and strutting to a free corner. She shoots a smug grin at Syndicate, before breaking the light in half over her knee and switching to a reverse grip with each jagged half. If she’s worried about the payback coming her way, she’s doing a damn fine job of hiding it.

And finally, the lights seem to dim almost imperceptibly - like it were the mood of the arena being affected by his presence, rather than anything as mundane as simple lighting - as the Nightmare King steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. He pauses to run one hand along the headrest of the Throne - as if laying claim to his rightful place - before joining the trio in the ring.

Unlike the others, he does not come bearing a weapon; neither does he pause to collect one of the numerous available at ringside or scattered down the ramp. He practically radiates the confidence of true royalty; like all this was merely a way of determining what he already knew.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Seems like Havoc is the only one who isn’t arming themselves prior to the match starting.

ALARA ADAMS: It’s almost like he doesn’t think he needs anything but his fists to dominate his unruly stablemates.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Trying to make a point, maybe? We’ll see if the psychological effect makes up for the disadvantage of not carrying a weapon.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings to signal the match start, but nobody moves at first; all eyes seem to be on Billy, the trio looking none too pleased with their teammate. Looking from Angelo, to Havoc, and finally Syndicate, Billy smiles and takes a step towards the center of the ring; holding her arms to either side as if inviting the punishment she knows is coming. As she waits, she spits and curses her allies/opponents, as if trying to provoke them into action.

BILLY BENNETT: COME ON THEN, YOU FUCKIN’ COWARDS! I’M RIGHT HERE!

Angelo is the first to make a move against her, lunging forward with his chair held behind his head, preparing to decimate her with the foreign object. Before he can clear the distance, she turns to throw one half of the busted light tube at his face. Angelo’s free arm moves up to cover his eyes as the glass shatters on his forearm, keeping the shards from blinding him.

ALARA ADAMS: Quick thinking, but it looks like that’s not going to dissuade the little psychopath.

Before he can move his arm away from his face, Billy is charging across the small distance between them; driving her knee between his legs to stagger him, she presses the advantage this cheap shot grants her by pushing the much larger man back into the ropes.

Pulling back the remaining half of the light tube, she’s about to jam the jagged end into Angelo’s side when her wrist is grabbed by Havoc, who looms tall behind her.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Damn, Angelo better send Havoc a gift basket for that save.

ALARA ADAMS: Seems like Billy isn’t planning on pulling any punches; who knows what kind of damage she was looking to do with that glass?!

Bending Billy’s wrist until she drops the makeshift stabbing implement, Havoc grabs hold of her long hair with his other hand and wheels her around; he lets her go stumbling forward back towards the center of the ring… and right into a vicious lariat from the waiting Syndicate!

ALARA ADAMS: Looks like her teammates don’t plan on holding back either; Syndicate almost took her head off with that clothesline!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Unfortunately, I’m sure he’s got much worse in store for the woman who stole his briefcase.

Landing on her stomach after the force of the lariat flips her end-over-end in mid-air, Billy begins to push herself off the canvas… just as Syndicate runs in and swings the bat down on the back of her neck in an overhead blow. The impact sends her body slamming back down onto the mat, where she lay groaning.

Angelo, fully recovered from the low blow, pushes his way past Havoc and grabs the chair he’d dropped moments ago. Gesturing at Billy, he shouts at his other two teammates before pointing at the nearest turnbuckle.

Climbing to the top turnbuckle as Syndicate and Havoc drag Billy closer towards the corner, he tosses the barbed-wire chair down onto her head; before following up with a flying elbow drop that sandwiches her skull between the steel chair and the canvas.

KAYDEN ELLIS: If this is how they treat one of their own, I’d hate to be on their bad side.

ALARA ADAMS: Oh god… it looks like they’re not done with her yet.

Angelo rises, tosses the chair to one side and drags the limp and unconscious woman to her knees by a handful of her hair; holding her in that position, he glances over to his two teammates. Havoc and Syndicate share a nod between the two of them; taking off towards opposite ends of the ring, they bounce off the ropes and meet in the middle with a vicious knee strike from both men.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Holy shit! A combination knee strike! Dead Trigger and Original Syn, with Billy’s head trapped in the middle!

ALARA ADAMS: That looks like it’s enough to take her out of the fight! The only question is: are her opponents satisfied with the punishment they’ve dished out thus far?!

Falling limp and unconscious to the canvas, her opponents stand over her body, as if considering whether to carry on. Sharing tense glances between them, it looks like they might start to go after each other before Syndicate steps in and points back down at their fallen teammate.

After a few words - unheard over the roar of the crowd - Angelo lifts Billy up onto his shoulders and takes a few steps towards the corner. Running over and jumping up onto the top turnbuckle, Syndicate turns to leap at Billy, grabbing her neck under his arm as he descends back down to the mat; executing a tornado DDT from her position atop Angelo’s shoulders.

In a rare show of camaraderie from True Society, Angelo and Syndicate share a high five and a few shouts of congratulations as Havoc begins to pull the KO’d woman back to her feet again with an expressionless, unamused look on his face.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I guess it’s no surprise that True Society has an interesting definition of ‘team building exercise’, but whatever works…

Dragging Billy’s completely limp body to one side of the ring, Havoc hefts her up effortlessly with a gutwrench deadlift powerbomb; he holds her aloft for a few moments, before casually tossing her over the ropes to crash through a table set-up at ringside. There's no movement from her body when it finally hits the ground.

As the three stand lined up along the ropes, staring down at the fallen form of their punished teammate, Havoc and Syndicate suddenly wheel to face Angelo, and begin to pepper him with forearms and elbows that take him off guard.

ALARA ADAMS: A sudden attack on the third man! Looks like these two want to take out the competition, and settle things between themselves!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Getting rid of any possible distractions? It definitely seems like Havoc and Syndicate view themselves as the only two worthy of wearing the crown!

Eventually, they’ve weakened his resistance enough to send him whipping into the ropes; when he comes back, they both join hands and move to execute a combination clothesline. At the last second, Angelo suddenly ducks their arms; he stops his forward momentum, and turns around to level them both with a double lariat just as they turn to face him

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT?!?

ALARA ADAMS: Unbelievable show of strength from the former Gatekeeper! Taking down Havoc and Syndicate with a surprise counterattack like that?!

KAYDEN ELLIS: They might have underestimated Angelo, but as long as they remain united against him I don’t see how he can keep this up!

Before Angelo has the chance to press his advantage, Havoc kicks out with one leg to sweep him down onto the mat. Syndicate immediately latches onto Angelo with a crossface submission; to his credit, he doesn’t reward the hold with any shouting, remaining silent as his face twists in pain.

ALARA ADAMS: As we all know, there’s no tap-outs here, no pins, no DQs… Syndicate must have nothing more than damage in mind, locking in a submission in a match without tap-outs…

KAYDEN ELLIS: But wait, maybe they’re planning something; Havoc seems to be on the move.

While Syndicate keeps the submission locked on Angelo, Havoc slides out of the ring and pulls a ladder out from underneath it. Returning the object to the ring, he begins to set it up on the middle of the mat while Angelo continues to struggle in the crossface.

Once the ladder is fully erected, Havoc moves over to his teammates and roughly shoves Syndicate off of Angelo, before pulling the Italian back to his feet. Syndicate and Havoc take some time alternating elbows, forearms and knee strikes as Angelo remains trapped in the corner, unable to offer much of a fight in the face of such overwhelming offense.

After chipping away at Angelo’s defenses with repeated strikes, Havoc pulls him out of the corner and lifts him up high; slamming the back of his neck onto the top turnbuckle with a buckle bomb maneuever.

Taking this opportunity to act, Syndicate turns and leaps up onto the ladder’s third step, quickly scrambling up it to grab the crown when Havoc is temporarily distracted. Even with the head start, it only takes a second for Havoc to realize what’s going on and begin to ascend the ladder himself. Soon, he has caught up to Syndicate, and the two begin to throw blows at one another in an effort to knock the other man off the ladder.

As Havoc and Syndicate trade punches from opposite sides of the ladder, they continue to climb one step at a time. It’s only when they’re one step from the top - high up enough for either of them to grasp and free the Crown - that Angelo recovers enough to stagger to his feet and shove the ladder to one side.

It tips over - stopping only when it hits the ring ropes - as Havoc and Syndicate are thrown from the top of the object, hurtling through the air and crashing through the timekeeper’s desk; they lay in a heap beside each other, while the crowd explodes with cheers.

KAYDEN ELLIS: GodDAMN! They were so focused on each other they forgot about the other man in the match; and it looks like it might have cost them everything! Angelo has a clear path to ascend the ladder and take the crown!

ALARA ADAMS: A fall like that would take most competitors out of the match, but Havoc and Syndicate are arguably the best Fallout - maybe even the entire company - has on the payroll; as much as I hate giving any credit to Holt’s goons.

Angelo finishes righting the ladder, and begins to scramble up it as fast as his injured body can carry him. It’s only by the time he’s finally at the top that there is any sign of movement from Havoc and Syndicate, still laying amid the broken table at ringside.

ALARA ADAMS: This might be it! If Angelo can escape the ring and make it to the throne, he wins!

KAYDEN ELLIS: It looks like Syndicate and Havoc won’t be able to stop him in time, all he needs to do is hurry up…

ALARA ADAMS: WAIT! I can’t believe it! Billy Bennett is pulling herself off the ground at ringside, just as Angelo finishes descending the ladder!

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s not even glancing in her direction, just staring at the throne at the top of the entrance ramp!

As soon as one of Angelo’s feet touches the canvas, Billy finishes sliding back into the ring and blindsides him with a low shoulder tackle aimed at his leg. Even with her small stature - and the unsteadiness caused by the beating she’s received - a full-force impact to the side of the knee is enough to take Angelo down to the mat.

He collapses to the canvas as Billy scrambles back to her feet, leaping down onto Angelo with a knee drop to the stomach. Moving up to straddle his chest, she laughs aloud as the two trade rights and lefts to the face.

After several punches, Billy finally lunges forward, mouth open as she aims to sink her teeth into the flesh of Angelo’s cheek… but during the earlier exchange of fists, he had reached out with his free hand to grab a small roll of barbed wire laying next to him on the mat.

With the wire now looped around one hand, he grabs the loose end and holds it taut; jamming it up into Billy’s waiting mouth, the metal digging into the corners of her mouth as Angelo does his best to keep pushing back against her snapping jaws.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What the hell is wrong with her? It’s like she’s trying to chew through the wire, or just force her way past it, or…

Billy reaches out with one hand, grabbing a handful of well-crushed glass from one of the numerous light tubes. She moves that hand towards Angelo’s face, jamming her palm over his mouth as the dust and glass shards are driven into his mouth.

She keeps that hand over Angelo’s airways, trying to suffocate him even as he keeps that barbed wire jammed into her mouth. Suddenly, he has an idea; dragging the wire to one side, the barbs rip horizontally across the corners of Billy’s mouth. It’s enough to cause her to shout out, as the sensitive flesh is torn by the jagged metal bits and even more blood pours out to splatter down on Angelo.

Before this bloody struggle can progress any further, Syndicate - recovered and just finished sliding back into the ring - interrupts the pair of them by driving a running knee into the side of Billy’s head. With her collapsing back to the mat - seemingly knocked out cold once again - Syndicate proceeds to rain down stomps onto Angelo’s head and neck.

By the time he’s satisfied that Angelo is temporarily out of the fight, Havoc is back in the ring as well; when Syndicate wheels around to face the ladder, the Nightmare King is waiting for him with a chokeslam that floors his opponent.

Bending down to pry the barbed wire crown from Angelo’s grip, Havoc does not rush to the throne. Instead, he actually steps back to give the pair room and time to recover as he glares down at their beaten bodies.

HAVOC:IS THIS ALL?!?! YOU GIVE ME THE CROWN SO EASILY?!?! STAND AND FIGHT, FOOLS; THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO IMPRESS ME!!!!

Syndicate and Angelo slowly pull themselves back to their feet, standing shoulder-to-shoulder against the ropes as they stare across the ring at Havoc, who simply holds the crown in front of himself, as if inviting them to come and take it.

Rather than take the bait, the pair instead exchange a couple whispers, before they both slide out of the ring and begin to backpedal up the entrance ramp towards the throne. With a scoff of disdain, Havoc stomps forward to follow them out of the ring.

KAYDEN ELLIS: What? They’re running?!

ALARA ADAMS: Whoa, not so fast. It might not be such a bad plan to make their stand closer to the throne. If one of them can deal with Havoc even temporarily, it would be just the opportunity the other needed to snatch the crown and win this!

As Havoc confidently strides forward, the crown clutched in one hand, Angelo and Syndicate each grab a weapon located on the entrance ramp. Syndicate lays his hands on a baseball bat, the tip wrapped in a fuel-soaked rag. Angelo finds several light tubes secured together in a bundle.

KAYDEN ELLIS: He’s not even slowing down! Havoc keeps moving forward, forcing his opponents back with every step!

ALARA ADAMS: It looks like they’re ready to make a stand, though…

Angelo swings first, the bundle of tubes coming in a downward arc at Havoc’s skull; but at the last second, they are caught in his grasp. Squeezing his hand, the bundle of tubes shatter in Havoc’s grip; the cloud of dust that explodes outwards is enough to temporarily distract Angelo, who coughs as the powder fills his nostrils and lungs.

Reaching through the cloud of dust, Havoc grabs Angelo by the collar of his shirt and pulls him close before flattening him with a single headbutt. He turns to face Syndicate, just as the man finishes dipping the rag-wrapped tip of the baseball bat into the fire of a nearby torch. It catches rapidly, the flames quickly running up the length of the material covering the bat.

ALARA ADAMS: THE BAT IS ON FIRE! WHATEVER THAT RAG WAS SOAKED IN IS GOING UP IN FLAMES!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Isn’t this breaking some kind of fire code?! What the hell is going on here!?

A wild swing aimed at Havoc’s chest is only barely stopped by the man’s hands, as he grabs onto the flaming end of the bat to stop its momentum. As the fire licks across his bare skin, Havoc scowls at Syndicate, their faces only inches from each other as Syndicate struggles to pull his weapon back for another swing.

Syndicate manages to wrench the bat loose from Havoc’s iron grip, and he lifts it above his head in a double-handed grip. Before he can bring the weapon down on his opponent’s skull, Havoc steps forward and grabs hold of the bat’s handle just above Syndicate’s own grasp.

There is a test of strength for a few moments, as each of them attempt to wrench the weapon free from the others’ grip. As he slowly begins to be overpowered by Havoc, Syndicate finally seems to relent… but it’s just a ruse, as he uses the opportunity to plant a knee into his opponent’s stomach, which manages to break Havoc’s own hold on the handle of the bat.

Pushing Havoc back a step with the weapon, Syndicate aims another swing at the side of his head. But the Nightmare King is prepared again, as he swats the bat to the side; the impact is enough to send Syndicate spinning as well. Havoc steps forward and grabs Syndicate from behind before the man can recover, tossing him up and back in a vicious snap dragon suplex that plants Syndicate’s neck down onto the metal entrance ramp.

Without even glancing backwards at his fallen foe, Havoc strides back towards the throne, pausing only to scoop up the fallen crown off the ground. He soon stands in front of the twisted structure of metal, glaring down at the seat as he turns the crown over in one hand. He looks like he’s about to take his rightful spot on the throne, when a voice from behind him captures his attention.

SYNDICATE: HEY!

The former Legacy champion stands a few feet behind Havoc, eyes wild with rage as his body trembles with each angry breath. Turning on his heels to face Syndicate once more, Havoc quirks an eyebrow, looking vaguely interested in the match for the first time since it began.

HAVOC:Oh? You would disrupt my CORONATION?!

With a bellow of laughter that fills the vast, noisy arena, Havoc tosses the crown to the ground, where it comes to rest directly beside the throne. Taking a step away from the end goal, he spreads his arms as he stomps towards Syndicate; clearly unafraid to take some extra time to put him in his place for good.

Syndicate doesn’t budge in the face of the fearsome Prime champion, instead stepping forward and throwing a haymaker at the face of the last opponent standing against him. Lifting his forearm into the path of the blow, the impact is enough to stagger Havoc; but he holds his ground, even in the face of an enraged Syndicate.

As the two titans of True Society face off in single combat, there is movement from both Angelo and Billy. The latter finally manages to drag herself off the mat and out of the ring, where she falls into a crouch as she spits blood onto the ground and tries to gather her bearings. The former pulls himself to his feet with a tremendous shout of anger; his face a crimson mask and still spitting up bits of glass from earlier.

By the time Angelo has finally stumbled back over to Syndicate and Havoc, the pair are tangled up in a grapple, each of them struggling desperately for some kind of upper hand against the other man. They seem evenly matched, until Angelo comes in from behind with a chair shot that manages to stagger Havoc and momentarily rob him of his focus.

Taking full advantage of this brief lapse in Havoc’s defenses, Syndicate locks on his patented guillotine choke and uses what remains of his strength in an attempt to cut off Havoc’s oxygen as quickly as possible.

ALARA ADAMS: THE VAULT! THE VAULT! SYNDICATE FINALLY HAS THE UPPER HAND AGAINST THE DEMON!!!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THEY’VE GOT TO MAKE THIS COUNT NOW! THEY NEED TO WORK TOGETHER AND STOP HAVOC WHILE THEY’VE GOT THE CHANCE!

Havoc refuses to go down, or even to stop fighting; he thrashes back and forth wildly as Syndicate holds on for dear life, almost being tossed aside but somehow managing to keep his grip tight around Havoc’s neck. While Syndicate bears down with the chokehold, Angelo continues to pepper Havoc’s back with chair shots… until he rears back for another, and Havoc manages to swing Syndicate in the path of the blow!

That’s not enough to stop Angelo, though, as he begins to hit both men with wild chair shots, looking to take them out just long enough to grab the discarded crown and steal the throne for himself.

With the guillotine choke still locked around his neck, draining his strength every second, Havoc finally manages to zero in on Angelo’s position; rushing towards him with a blind tackle. At the last moment, Syndicate releases his ‘Vault’ submission technique, hitting the ground in a roll as Havoc spears Angelo right off the stage. They both land in a heap on the concrete, over a dozen feet below.

KAYDEN ELLIS: GOOD GOD!

ALARA ADAMS: An unprotected fall from that height? They might be out of the fight! And look, Syndicate managed to grab hold of the edge just before he tumbled off with them!

KAYDEN ELLIS: But wait… oh god, no… it’s… there’s no way… She…

With a groan of pain and effort, Syndicate grabs hold of the stage with his second hand. Barely able to hold on after such a brutal match, he manages to find some inner source of determination; with one final exertion, he pulls himself far enough up that he can rest his elbows on the edge of the stage, supporting his upper body as his legs dangle.

BILLY BENNETT: Hiiiii, Sydneyyyyy…

The voice causes Syndicate’s eyes to go wide, as he glances up to find Billy Bennett standing on the stage above him. She’s wounded, bleeding, barely able to stand up straight... but even considering all that, she holds the advantageous high ground over an arguably more exhausted Syndicate. Still dangling halfway off the edge of the stage and barely holding on, there’s no way for him to defend himself as she presses the heel of one boot against his face.

BILLY BENNETT: Thanks for doin’ all the heavy liftin', big man! Billy'll take it from here!

With a laugh, she pulls back and kicks him once... twice... three times in the head; in his current state, it’s enough to break his grip on the stage and send him falling backwards. He lands with a sickening impact on the bodies of Havoc and Angelo, as Billy turns her attention to the throne several feet away.

Stumbling towards it while leaving a trail of blood, she bends low to grab the crown - previously discarded by Havoc only seconds away from placing it atop his head - before continuing the final few steps to the throne.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jesus Christ… there’s no way… out of everyone, BILLY BENNETT is going to take the throne?! Is there NO justice on Fallout?!

ALARA ADAMS: What the hell does this mean for the future of True Society? I can’t imagine any of her teammates will be satisfied with THIS result.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Well it definitely sounds like the crowd is unimpressed…

Settling down onto the throne of barbs, blades and rusted metal, Billy’s limbs tremble as she lifts the crown of barbed wire high above her head. Lowering it down onto the top of her head, it bites into the skin, causing even more blood to flow down her hair and face.

DING! DING! DING!

CLARA OLSON: YOUR WINNER, AND STILL UNDEFEATED… BIIIIIIIIILLYYYYY BEEEEEEENNNNNNEEEEETTTTTTT…!!!!!!!!!!!

As the medics rush in to check on the injuries of all four wrestlers, Billy simply waves off the ones who run up to look at her wounds. And as the crowd’s displeased boos rain down because of this unexpected - and apparently unsatisfying, in their minds - result, Billy’s cackling laughter somehow cuts through the din.

KAYDEN ELLIS: I need a drink, or something…

ALARA ADAMS: And I thought Billy Bennett was obnoxious enough already; there’s no telling how bad she’s bound to get after a victory like this…

KAYDEN ELLIS: The match is over, but it looks like True Society has done more damage to itself in the course of this fight than anyone else has managed to inflict on them in months. No doubt this was Jason Long’s plan when he booked this match.

ALARA ADAMS: I don’t doubt the outcome is going to cause even more problems within Holt’s little group.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Stay tuned, we’ll get the ring cleared and ready for the main event!





SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Everyone keeps asking me the same question…

Savannah’s distracted, this segment has clearly been previously recorded, as she’s not at the arena. But, she’s back at home in the garage. She stops talking, waltzes over to the work area, and sets to finishing her current project. She’s got on a cut off hoodie, with a pair of jeans paired with it. Casual fluffy slides are on her feet as she shuffles around. She doesn’t care that the camera is rolling, this is far more important. The hoodie she wears is clear as day, the words BILLY BENNETT’S BESTIE are sprawled out in big letters along with an image of said bestie.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Sorry, I’m a little distracted for obvious reasons. Anyway, everyone keeps asking me the same question. Why? Why did I join True Society? Why did I turn my back on everyone? Why the change in attitude?

She grumbles slightly, having burned her hand on the t-shirt press. Steam rolls off of the press in the chill of the garage, though Savannah ignores it as she removes the warm hoodie. This one is full length, not cut off like the one she’s currently wearing. Instead, the words SAVANNAH SUNSHINE’S BESTIE are sprawled across the front with an image of herself. This one is clearly for Billy to keep for herself. Savannah folds it up neatly, places it inside of a cute little gift bag along with a few treats, and sighs softly before finally focusing.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: There’s an old saying, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. But, that’s not what applies here. It’s real simple, I needed a change. I wanted a change. I chose to join them because this is where I’ve been meant to be all along. That’s not to say that everyone is happy with the decision I’ve made. Don’t get it twisted, there are still parts of me that remain. Parts of the old Savannah that are still here. When the world seems to turn their back on you time after time after time, then you take matters into your own hands. Having the people you trust turn their backs on you changes you… for better or for worse. Right now, this feels like it’s a for better kind of situation.

Savannah sets the gift bag down beside her feet, settles into a spinny chair as she spins slightly. Left, right, left, right, left, ri- Stop. She settles, arms folding across her stomach as she stares at the camera.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: When you have people walk over you so many times, it becomes apparent that you just might be the problem. It becomes apparent that trusting so easily only leaves you open to get hurt in the end. So, I closed myself off. I changed for the better by joining the people who will have my back in the end. No strings attached. This was no one’s idea but my own. The members of True Society aren’t just friends to me, they’re like a family.

A beat.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Well, they will be once I’ve proven myself… and I’ll do just that by capturing the Ascension Championship later tonight. So, I suggest you all get real used to the new and improved Sunshine.







CLARA OLSON: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING… This is the STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN MATCH and it is for THE PROJECT: HONOR ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first… THE CHALLENGERS!


The lights in the arena dim completely down as Antagonist by Nova Twins begins to blast throughout the arena, a sudden and bright white spotlight beams down at the top of the entrance ramp. Alyssa Grace steps out into the spotlight, a bright smile on her face, clearly full of energy. After taking a moment to soak in the reaction from the crowd, she pumps one first into the air and turns that into a two finger salute, setting off a series of brightly coloured pyrotechnics beside and behind her.

CLARA OLSON: First— Wrestling out of Greystones, County Wicklow, Ireland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… SHE IS THE CRIMSON COMBATANT… ALYSSSSSAAAAAAAA GRAAAAAAAAAAAACCEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Dropping her arm back to her side, she confidently struts down the ramp, slapping hands with the audience, doing her best to interact with as many people as she possibly can. Before she slides into the ring, she searches for a member of the audience at ringside and approaches them, taking her leather jacket off and giving it to them to keep. Alyssa hops up onto the apron and leans against the ropes, taking in the atmosphere in one final time before doing the standard rock ‘n’ roll salute, index finger up, middle fingers down, pinky up and thumb in, she then enters the ring and immediately heads towards the top turnbuckle, perching herself on it, bowing her head ever so slightly and smirking as her music fades out.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Alyssa Grace walked through fire tonight to make it this far—but what people are truly going to remember is the fact that Jason Long literally punched her ticket into this match with the Blood Dragon to Foulweather! But the current Omega Heavyweight Champion isn’t going to back down from anyone, not right now, and she’s got her eyes on the prize all the way up there at the top of this tall structure.


The long intro of “Black Sheep” by The Clash at Demonhead begins to play through the arena. A single silhouette is seen at the top of the ramp. The silhouette is facing towards the titantron, hands moving upwards to tighten the ponytail atop their head. Foot has since been tapping along to the beat of the music as it finally starts up. The crowd claps along to the beat until Brie Larson’s voice finally fills the air and the silhouette turns around to face the ring as the arena lights come to life. Savannah Sunshine’s figure comes into view and she’s wearing a cute little dimpled grin as she pops the collar of her white leather jacket. The crowd cheers loudly as she begins to head towards the ring, mouthing the lyrics as they go on.

“Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Hello again, friend of a friend
I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip shapeshift and trick the past again”

As she heads down the ramp, she reaches out to slap hands with a couple of fans. As she catches sight of some kids in the crowd, she stops to hand them a couple of goody bags filled with candy as she heads to the ring. Even hugging them before she continues her entrance. She approaches the ring apron, hopping up as she gets closer, and slides beneath the bottom rope. Body slides halfway into the ring and she pulls herself to a vertical stance a moment later. Removing her leather jacket, she sets it aside as she moves to a corner of the ring momentarily.

“I’ll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up everytime
Everyone, ooh
Pulls away, ooh
From you”

CLARA OLSON: Next— Wrestling out of the Candyland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds… SHE IS THE SWEET GIRL WITH A SOUR KICK… THE QUEEN OF CANDYLAND… SSSAAAVVVAAANNNAAAHHH SSSUUUNNNSSSHHHIIINNNEEE!!!

With the announcer making her presence known officially, Savannah moves away from the corner and out to the center of the ring. She does a little spin, stopping to move both hands to tug her ponytail tighter with a little grin. Shooting a silly little wink to the camera as she sways her hips to the beat of the music. She moves to one corner of the ring, doing a couple of stretches as she awaits her opponent.

ALARA ADAMS: This bitch. One that I thought I had some respect for and now look at her– representing True Society. I can’t stand to even look at her, Kayden, but I must. Recently she’s been gaining a new kind of fire that nobody’s ever seen before and– although you cannot blame her for doing so– it’s the people she decides to associate with that’s leaving her in a weary kind of spot.


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: Next— being accompanied by Bo Maro, wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois and 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.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Bishop pulled off one of the fastest ever matches at a whopping NINE SECONDS which just goes to show you how that man is a straight up killer inside of that ring, but tonight, it’s a different match than anything ever produced. Handpicked by the champion to be entered into this match– it’s going to be very out of his comfort zone, but knowing The Dreadknight, he’s not going to be scared of anything that’s thrown his way.


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

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

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

CLARA OLSON: And finally, the champion— Wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds... HE IS THE KING OF IMMORTALITY, THE LAST BREATHING MERCENARY AND IS YOUR CURRENT, REIGNING, AND DEFENDING PROJECT: HONOR ASCENSION CHAMPION… THIS IS JAAAAASSSSSONNNNNNN LOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

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

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

The King of Immortality soon stepped up onto the ring apron and entered through the ropes, coming face to face with Savannah Sunshine and staring her down with a smile on his face as he removed his ring jacket, the lights soon coming back to life and the music fading away.

ALARA ADAMS: Here comes the champion. Here comes The King. Here comes… the entity of Jason Long, someone we’ve come to know very well for the last couple of weeks ever since he showed up at Wired Consequences II to defeat – and kill, just to bring him back to life right after – Jacob Steele. The entity of Jason Long has been undefeated ever since arriving here in Project: Honor and is about to make sure that he’s bringing the name of Jason Long to a whole new direction, it seems. The mastermind behind this madness you see before you, can he even handle making it to the very end of this!?

DING! DING!

Upon the sound of the bell ringing, Savannah takes a few steps back away from Jason Long – who stands his ground in the middle of the ring – as he begins to look around him, seeing all three of his challengers circling him. Savannah, Michael, and Alyssa all look to one another and give each other a quick nod to pounce–but before they do, Jason drops down to his knees and outstretched his arms out, like a sacrifice to those that are looking to take his championship. And as his head drops? They pounce to strike. The trio do not waste any time beginning to land kicks and then stomps down onto Jason– an absolute mugging happening inside of the ring right now as they just continue to beat Jason down, but Jason is able to keep himself up- and he's laughing at all of this! He's laughing insanely as he looks up to Savannah with a twisted, creeping smile resting along his face, blowing a kiss right up to her- and a sickening loud snap of Jason's head made as a Roundhouse Kick from Savannah is landed!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jeeez! That was one hell of a damn kick right to the head of Jason Long!

ALARA ADAMS: Savannah, Alyssa, and Michael are all trying to beat down Jason some more- but he's not even human, look at him! He's getting right back up! This man is completely inhuman!

Just as Alara said it, she was completely correct- Jason had just gotten right back up to one knee, and he was laughing hysterically right in the face- A superkick right to the face of Jason from Savannah! And another one right to the face of The King! And one more for The King! Jason is just about to pop up to his feet and get right in the face of Savannah--BUT BISHOP FROM BEHIND KNOCKS JASON DOWN WITH A SWINGING BACK ELBOW RIGHT TO THE HEAD! THE CYPHER CONNECTING AND KNOCKING JASON DOWN ON THE FLAT OF HIS FACE! There's a nod between Alyssa and Michael, signalling that there's been enough damage done- BUT HE'S RIGHT BACK UP AGAIN! And he is asking for more from anyone- THE HELLRAISER FROM SAVANNAH! AND HE'S RIGHT BACK UP AGAIN! ANOTHER HELLRAISER! JASON KEEPS GETTING DROPPED- BUT HE'S RIGHT BACK UP AGAIN! THE IMMORTALITY OF JASON LONG WILL NOT LET HIM STAY DOWN ANY LONGER! SAVANNAH WITH THE SUPERKICK! AND THEN THE GERMAN SUPLEX! THE ROOT CANAL! BISHOP COMES CHARGING IN-- RAILGUN! THE OVERHAND RIGHT PUNCH!

KAYDEN ELLIS: Jason is getting hit with absolutely everything right now! He has truly adapted to the lifestyle of being 'the immortal' of this company!

ALARA ADAMS: And there's something happening up on the top rope! Would you look at this!?

JASON IS DOWN AND ALYSSA IS GOING ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE— NO HAPPY ENDINGS! THE TOP ROPE DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! SAVANNAH IS PICKING UP JASON AND CROSSING THE LEGS FOR THE STARBURST BRAINBUSTER! ALYSSA HELPS IN BRINGING JASON BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND IN THE FIRING LINE FOR BISHOP TO CHARGE IN FOR THE DEADMAN AETERNUM! BUT THEY'RE NOWHERE NEAR DONE WITH JASON JUST YET! BISHOP IS PICKING HIM RIGHT BACK UP AND BOTH SAVANNAH AND ALYSSA ARE ASSISTING IN WHAT MIGHT BE THE MOST DANGEROUS THING TO EVER DO TO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING-- POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES AND SENDING HIM TEN FEET AWAY FROM THE RING WITH THE POWERBOMB! JASON LONG HAS BEEN LAID OUT FLAT ON THE METAL RAMP! HE'S OUT FOR THE COUNT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: LONG IS DEAD! HE'S DEAD! JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY! THERE'S NO WAY——

ALARA ADAMS: LONG WITH THE KNEE STRIKE FROM BEHIND TO BISHOP! HOW IN THE HELL HAS THIS BEEN DONE!? HOW IN THE HELL HAS THIS BEEN DONE!? ROUNDHOUSE TO SAVANNAH! SUPERKICK TO ALYSSA! HOW HAS THIS BEEN DONE!

KAYDEN ELLIS: HERE COMES BISHOP NOW WITH THE RAILGUN— AND HE'S GONE! IN A PUFF OF SMOKE!

ALARA ADAMS: THAT WAS A DAMN SHADOW CLONE OF LONG'S. LOOK AT HIM LAUGHING ON THE RAMP!

Savannah looks at where Bishop is standing and seeing the cloud of smoke evaporating into the air as she could hear the chuckling of Jason Long, to which it makes her slide out of the ring and come stomping right up towards him, standing right in his face and shaking her head in disgust.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Why can't you just stay down—hell, why can't you just fight without all of your magical bullshit like you've been doing week after week to prove yourself to be stronger than the rest of us, huh?

JASON LONG: Because...

Savannah raises an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Because what-

And that's when Jason leans down and lands a kiss right along the lips of Savannah, and he isn't looking to pull away but neither is Savannah- but the two break it up after Jason pushes Savannah away AND HE LANDS A BICYCLE KNEE RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF SAVANNAH! Jason wipes his thumb along his lips, flicking away whatever was left on them. But just as Jason is about to head into the ring- he's grabbed from behind! It's Nathan O'Connor! The lift up from behind- MICHINOKU DRIVER II-B! RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL RAMP! NATHAN JUST LAID OUT THE ENTITY JASON WITH MAJOR AUTHORITY!

NATHAN O'CONNOR: YOU AIN'T MY FUCKING BROTHER, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HIM!

As security soon come out from the crowd to pull Nathan away from the mess, Michael and Alyssa watch all of the carnage on the outside take place, but they're quick to realise the situation that they're both in, being the only two left standing right now. Alyssa pushes forward, looking to take down Bishop with the Lariat, but Bishop is quick to go under the arm and grab the waist, throwing the Omega Heavyweight Champion over his head and across the ring with a German Suplex! Though she just got tossed across the ring, Alyssa bounces right back up and lands the Dropkick that knocks Bishop down. The Dreadknight looks to spring to his feet- but a short ranged Punt Kick right to the head stops that from happening and then the leap onto the back and driving both feet into the spine with the Double Foot Stomp! Alyssa begins to look up, seeing the large structure of the second ring right above the one she's standing in right now, hanging thirty feet in the air. One deep breath later and she's on the outside of the ring and looking to begin the climb using one of the ladders to make her way up to the top.

KAYDEN ELLIS: Alyssa has a massive open opportunity right ahead of her, trying to make the very long climb up to the second ring above the first one, and with everyone down and out- she might easily use this opportunity to become the Ascension Champion-

ALARA ADAMS: But there's Bishop slowly getting back to his feet, Alyssa is already about fifteen feet into the air right above us but she's stopping! Alyssa, you've got this open opportunity ahead of you! Don't waste it away like this!

Alyssa continues to look down at Michael Bishop as he's looking to gain balance in his footing, but the Crimson Combatant might have other plans as she adjusts herself on the ladder- hanging fifteen feet above the floor and looking to dive down as Bishop turns around— THE IRISH INCENDIARY OFF THE LADDER AND DOWN ONTO BISHOP!!! ALYSSA MAKES THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE TO LAND THE SUICIDE TORNADO DDT AND DROPPING BISHOP RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD! THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET IN UNISON! THEY'RE WITNESSING A WAR BETWEEN FOUR FRIENDS THAT ARE HELLBENT ON MAKING SURE NEITHER OF THEM ARE GOING TO WALK OUT ON THEIR OWN ACCORD!

CROWD: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

As the carnage is still fresh inside of the ring, Savannah has made her way around to the other side of the ring and has began her climb up the ladder, making it up half way before Alyssa can come to her senses and look up at the ladder, seeing Savannah almost all the way up the thirty-foot ladder. Savannah and Alyssa make eye contact with one another and that's when Savannah begins to scramble up the ladder as Alyssa slowly exits the ring. Just as Alyssa was able to get her foot on the first rung of the ladder, Savannah had made it all the way up to the top and the titantron follows her every move up thirty feet up in the air on a makeshift ring being held up by chains that hang from the rafters. After a few moments, Alyssa had made her way up to the makeshift ring as well— but she catches a chair shot to the back from Savannah! And then another! And then another right after! AND SAVANNAH IS GOING IN WITH EVERY CHAIR SHOT RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF ALYSSA GRACE!

But right below them, Michael Bishop is slowly getting back to his feet once again, and a quick glance up to the titantron makes him noticing that there's a war happening right above his head— looking all the way up and shaking his head, but as he soon drops his head, he notices someone standing right in front of him. Jason Long, smiling from ear to ear, and leaning back against the ropes. A quick wink from Jason to Michael makes The Dreadknight become disgusted.

MICHAEL BISHOP: ...been waiting a long while for this staredown again, mate.

JASON LONG: I hear that a lot, really. Everyone wants my head on a silver platter, but then, they can't cope when they cannot keep me down.

Michael shakes his head.

MICHAEL BISHOP: I'm putting your lights out long enough to get all the way up there—

JASON LONG: Yeah, well... about that...

Jason lifts his right hand up, clicking his fingers, and vanishing in a puff of smoke like before— but that's when he strikes from behind with a massive Rolling Elbow from behind, dropping Bishop down onto the mat and beginning to stomp down over and over again before he could trap the arms and turn Bishop over onto his back, landing the Kill Your Masters stomps! Each stomp bringing more force down onto the head of Bishop, but he just spits blood up onto Jason's face and that pleases The King enough to continue the stomps down onto him. Jason pulls Michael up into position to keep the carnage strikes coming, looking to make the set up continue for Violence and Suffering— but as he goes for the Double Wrist Lock Knee Strike, Bishop is able to scoop him up and send him crashing into the corner with the Turnbuckle Powerbomb! Jason hits the buckles hard and comes stumbling out of the corner—ONLY TO BE MET WITH A HELLBOW THAT CAUGHT HIM RIGHT ABOVE THE EYE, AND IN THAT ONE SWIFT MOTION AND STRIKE, CUTS HIM OPEN RIGHT ABOVE THE EYE! THE BLOOD BEGAN TO POUR DOWN ONTO THE MAT AS PEOPLE WATCH ON IN SHOCK. BISHOP DOESN'T STOP THERE, HE'S GOING TO MAKE SURE THIS FUCKER BLEEDS GOOD, ATTACKING ABOVE THE EYE WITH SHARP ELBOW STRIKES DOWN!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THIS IS DO OR DIE FOR THE DREADKNIGHT, MAKING SURE THAT JASON DOESN'T GET BACK UP— OR HELL, MAKE SURE THAT HE'S TOO HURT TO EVEN TRY AND GET BACK UP!

ALARA ADAMS: It's one hell of a strategy but I don't know, this man was able to roll back up to his feet in the matter of a minute after being Powerbombed out of the ring— how do we know that he's not just enjoying any of this!?

Bishop finally pulls away, his elbow completely covered in the blood of Jason Long, as The King just lays there with blood all over his face and the cut above his eye opened up more than it was before. Bishop shakes his head once more before exiting out of the ring, taking the walk all the way over to the ladder and beginning his climb- his own ascension to the very top of the structure. As he reached above the ring height, he takes one good look down to the corner where he had left Jason— and he was gone! But just one glance over to the middle of the ring and he sees The King sprinting towards the ropes, bloodied face and all, and SPRINGBOARDING——THE FUCKING SUNSET OVERDRIVE OFF OF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! THE RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER JUST SENT BOTH MEN CRASHING ABOUT TEN FEET IN THE AIR AND DOWN THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE, KNOCKING DOWN BOTH KAYDEN ELLIS AND ALARA ADAMS IN THE PROCESS! THE CROWD ARE IN DISBELIEF! HELL, EVEN SAVANNAH TOOK A MOMENT TO LOOK DOWN FROM THE SECOND RING TO SEE WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED!

Thirty feet in the air, however, Alyssa seems to have gained consciousness enough to pounce on the distracted Savannah Sunshine, dropping her down onto her neck — and onto a chair left on the ring mat — with a Sleeper Suplex! Alyssa found the opening that she needed to gain control, but to hell with climbing up the second ladder, she just wanted to inflict pain onto Savannah for what she had done to her earlier. Alyssa picked up the chair that she dropped Savannah down onto and now, she began to beat her down with the chair, taking every swing of the chair down onto Savannah and connecting with it. Zero misses as she feels every single chair shot before she'd toss the chair out of the way. Alyssa picks up a table and sets it up right beside the ladder that's placed conveniently right in the middle of the makeshift ring. As she set up the one table, she spots the second one out of the corner of her eye and goes to pick it up, bringing it over to the one she had just set up and managed to stack the second one on top of the first one. Savannah was able to get back to her feet as Alyssa looked to walk over to her and begin to beat her down some more, but the narrowly-avoided kick from Savannah was enough to cause Alyssa to be distracted by trying to duck the kick, opening up the opportunity for Savannah to swing her arm forward with THE SUGAR RUSH LARIAT TAKING DOWN ALYSSA GRACE! THE LARIAT TURNED ALYSSA INSIDE OUT AND ROLLED HER ONTO HER KNEES— BUT SAVANNAH LANDED A SUPERKICK RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD TO KEEP HER DOWN AND HERSELF DOWN, BREATHLESS AND LOOKING TO BUILD BACK UP THE STAMINA NEEDED TO CONTINUE!

Back on the ground, Jason looks to have picked himself up from the rubble of the crash— and already, he's going to target the one weakness that Bishop has, a last resort to keep him down, and that's his repaired knee that Aizen gave him. Jason picks up Michael up from the rubble and sends him crashing right into the ring steps! Knee first went Bishop as Jason continued to pounce for the attack, this time? He was setting Bishop up in a Tree of Woe on the steel barricades, trapping his foot in the bars of the barricade and leaving his knee exposed as he began to rip through his ring gear to get a clear sight of that knee of his. Jason leapt onto the barricade, finding his balance— AND STOMPING BOTH FEET DOWN ONTO THE KNEE! Bishop wails in pain as Jason watches with a large grin on his face, Bishop tries to free his leg from the trap he's in, but with The King hopping onto the ring apron, he runs along the arpon and leaps— ONCE AGAIN DRIVING BOTH FEET INTO THE KNEE AS BISHOP SCREAMS IN AGONY! Jason shakes his head, he's not done there, one more should be enough for him to put Bishop out for good in this match. The King makes the climb onto the apron, and then all the way up to the top rope, watching Bishop struggle to try and free his foot from where it's stuck right now. Jason hesitates for a moment before leaping— AND DRIVING BOTH FEET DOWN ONTO THE KNEE WITH PINPOINT ACCURACY! FROM THE TOP ROPE THE DIVING FOOT STOMP LANDS! AND BISHOP'S KNEE IS COMPLETELY SHATTERED!

KAYDEN ELLIS: FOLKS, WE'VE JUST GOT OUR HEADSETS BACK AND WHAT THE HELL HAS JUST TRANSPIRED RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!? JASON HAS WIPED BISHOP OUT CLEANLY WITH EVERY BIT OF MIGHT HE HAD LEFT IN HIM, SOMEONE MIGHT HAVE TO CALL FOR MEDICAL ASSISTANCE FOR BISHOP! HE'S IN NO STATE TO STAND RIGHT NOW!

ALARA ADAMS: Good lord, that was absolutely insanity. Total utter insanity and carnage.

High into the sky, Savannah has begun her climb up the ladder and is fingertips away from holding onto the Ascension Championship— but her attention is brought elsewhere - towards the titantron - and the look of shock and worry comes onto her all of a sudden, because right in the clutches of Jason Long? Her own father being dragged out from the crowd and from his seat and he's being held by the throat, Jason - the entity - has Savannah's father by the throat and is now lifting him up into the air with the freakish strength, choking him out as Savannah's father tries to kick out of the grasp— but as seen before with Jacob Steele, it's no use. Savannah is in tears watching, she can't bear to watch her own father fall into the same bait as those before in the clutches of the entity's power. But the snap of the fingers from Jason leaves the titantron to go black, and then the ladder that Savannah is standing on begins to shake a little— IT'S JASON LONG! HE'S STANDING ON THE MAKESHIFT RING! AND HE'S LIFTING UP THE LADDER FROM UNDERNEATH, LOOKING TO TOPPLE IT OVER WITH SAVANNAH ON IT! SAVANNAH IS HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE BUT— JASON LONG PUSHES THE LADDER, AND SAVANNAH, DOWN AS BOTH CRASH FROM THE THIRTY FOOT DROP AND RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING CROWD THEY GO! AN ENTIRE SECTION OF THE CROWD ARE NOW WIPED OUT WITH THE LADDER CRUSHING THEM! SAVANNAH HAS JUST FALLEN TO HER OWN DEMISE AND NOW—

It's down to Alyssa Grace and Jason Long.

KAYDEN ELLIS: JASON LONG HAS NO SYMPATHY FOR ANYONE, AND I MEAN IT, FOR LITERALLY ANYONE ALIVE AND BREATHING!

ALARA ADAMS: There's not a DAMN THING he won't do to make sure everyone suffers. He's wiped out the entire field in front of him, and now, he's just got himself and Alyssa Grace to settle the score for the Project: Honor Ascension Championship!

Jason Long and Alyssa Grace both stare at one another, knowing that this is the first time ever that these two have come face to face with one another for the past two years that they've both come to know one another. The two of them begin circling around the makeshift ring and it doesn't seem like they want to take any kind of swing for one another, just eyeing up one another it seems like.

ALYSSA GRACE: I'm sure you've been told this way too many times... but you're not my Jason.

Jason just laughs at the comment.

JASON LONG: You're right. I'm not. Because you know how I'm not?

Jason takes a few steps forward and comes face to face with Alyssa.

JASON LONG: Because your Jason... is now dead, and rotting away, in some fucking other dimension. I'd give you the details and all, but I don't think your miniature-sized brain could handle all that kind of knowledge.

AND THAT MAKES ALYSSA SNAP! AND SNAP SHE DOES AS SHE TAKES DOWN JASON WITH THE SPEAR AND THEN LAYING IN THE PUNCHES TO JASON LONG! SHE'S GOING FOR THE CUT ABOVE THE EYE! SHE'S GOING FOR THE CUT AND MAKING SURE THIS BASTARD BLEEDS MORE! JASON TRIES TO COVER UP, BUT ALYSSA WILL BE DAMNED, SHE'LL MAKE SURE THAT THE KING FEELS EVERY BIT OF EACH HIT!

KAYDEN ELLIS: There's frustration and anger behind those strikes, Alara! Alyssa is not going to back down, she's not going to be soaked in by these mind games that the entity is going to play on her, this is her chance to be something in Project: Honor and she'll not let this moment become a waste!

ALARA ADAMS: She's not going to waste away any of this hope for the underrated youth, she's going to make sure that she can put away such a big name like Jason Long, to take that step forward and to become a major name herself here in Project: Honor!

Alyssa has left Jason in a beaten, and bloodied, mess. The blood on her hands is a shocking reality of just how brutal she can get under severe anger, hatred, and pure despise for someone. Jason just lays there and lets the blood continue to pour from above his eye. Alyssa begins to waste no time in trying to set up the finish line for her to cross, grabbing a spare ladder left in the makeshift ring and setting it up just as the last one was. Making sure there was some distance between the ladder and the tables she had set up beforehand. Alyssa, with every bit of fire in her heart, begins to climb to the top of the ladder— the slow climb seems like such a long time to her, but she was willing to make sure she'd make it all the way up to the top of the ladder. Her bloodied hand reaches the final rung of the ladder before the small platform at the top of the ladder, pushing herself up and finally making it to the point where she could reach the championship. Using the same bloodied hand to reach up and grab onto the championship, letting all of that blood soak into the championship as she tries her best to pull the title down— she's pulling on it as hard as she could...

But, right behind her, was Jason Long. Levitating. Hovering right behind Alyssa. She doesn't realise it yet, but the crowd have as they watch from the titantron, and they are screaming in fear. Alyssa stops for a moment, peeping at the titantron and seeing exactly what others see— BUT IT'S TOO LATE, JASON LOCKS IN THE HYDROCHLORIDE! THE MODIFIED DRAGON SLEEPER IS APPLIED AND HE'S GOT THE GRIP WRAPPED TIGHTLY AROUND THE NECK OF ALYSSA GRACE! ALYSSA IS KICKING! SHE'S SQUIRMING! TRYING HER BEST TO BREAK FREE— BUT SHE HANGS FROM THE CLUTCHES OF JASON LONG AS JASON PLACES HIS FEET DOWN ONTO THE RUNGS OF THE LADDER! SLOWLY, THE KICKS BECOME MORE WEAKER AND WEAKER AND SHE STRUGGLES LESS AND LESS- AND SHE HAS FINALLY PASSED OUT FROM THE DRAGON SLEEPER!

Alyssa has been put to sleep and now she rests in the arms of Jason Long as he looks down at her with a smile resting along his face.

JASON LONG: And to think that your Jason used to like you—

Jason tutted.

JASON LONG: Like. Let me correct myself. He loved you.

A chuckle soon came from The King, gently caressing the back of his hand along Alyssa's face.

JASON LONG: And now, he can't have any of that. For obvious reasons. Hell, he can't even see you, and anyone else, for— well, obvious reasons. But let us relish in this moment we have together Alyssa. It'll be the last time you come this close to anyone named Jason Long again.

Jason leaned down and landed a kiss right down onto the lips of Alyssa Grace, to the disgust of just about everyone in attendance tonight, but the damage wasn't done there as Jason picked her right back up into an Inverted Facelock before lifting her up into the air, with The King standing on the small flat platform at the top of the ladder— THE DEATHSLAYER FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE STACK OF TABLES BELOW! BOTH JASON AND ALYSSA CRASH THROUGH THE TABLES ROUGHLY!

KAYDEN ELLIS: THERE'S NOBODY STANDING ANYMORE!

ALARA ADAMS: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN CHAOS!

KAYDEN ELLIS: BISHOP IS MAKING A MOVE IT SEEMS, HE'S TRYING TO FIND SOME STRENGTH TO STAND UP ON THAT KNEE—

ALARA ADAMS: HOLD ON! JASON IS BACK UP TO HIS FEET! BISHOP WON'T MAKE IT IN THE CONDITION HE'S IN!

Jason Long was the one who was finally standing, bloodied face and all, as he adjusted the ladder right underneath his championship. The Last Breathing Mercenary made every step up the ladder was soaked in and was savoured. But as he made it to the final rung, he took a seat at the top of the ladder and looked down to everyone that he's ran through to make it to this point.

Michael Bishop, resting at the bottom of the ladder that leads to the makeshift ring.

Savannah Sunshine, still being helped for the massive crash down onto the floor below.

Alyssa Grace, crashed through the tables and unconscious.

The King reaches up and grabs a hold of the title—

KAYDEN ELLIS: This is completely sickening, he's soaking in the moment he's gotten.

AND HE HAS PULLED IT DOWN WITH SUCCESSION! THE KING HAS RETAINED THE ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP AS THE BELL IS RUNG!

DING! DING! DING!

The chorus to 'Kill Your Masters' is being played out over the speakers as Jason Long holds onto his Project: Honor Ascension Championship. A devious, sickening, and twisted smile grows larger as he holds his championship close to his chest. The crowd within the building are booing loudly as the announcement is made.

CLARA OLSON: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND STIILLLLLLLLLL... THE PROJECT: HONOR ASCENSION CHAMPION... THE KING OF IMMORTALITY... JAAAAASSSOONNNNNNNN LOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!

There's clear disgust on everyone's face as the moment is soaked in, the entity has wiped out everyone in his path and has struck down everyone that tried to take what was his. Jason continues to sit up there at the top of the ladder, holding his championship up high as 'Kill Your Masters' continues to play out.

ALARA ADAMS: What a damn war that was, what a fuckin' main event.

KAYDEN ELLIS: That had to have been one of the craziest bouts we've ever had here on Fallout— and what better way to have it than having it on the one year anniversary show! But, sadly, not all things are sunshine and rainbows.

ALARA ADAMS: Three of the handpicked opponents. Three of them fell to the antics, the viciousness, and the destructive path that Jason Long created for them. And here he is, on an ascended level, holding the Ascension Championship. The world will no longer no peace with Jason Long at the helm.

KAYDEN ELLIS: You're damn right about that.




“Every Breath You Take” by Chade Holfelder fills the arena as the fans unleash a MASSIVE amount of boos.



ARIK HOLT: Oh…Jason…

The music slowly fades out as Arik Holt steps out onto the entrance ramp. Dressed in a red hoodie and black jeans, it seems he left his Redd mask in the back.

ARIK HOLT: Congratulations on retaining your Ascension Championship. You put on one hell of a show for these people to watch. Destroying Bishop, Grace, and my beautiful Sunshine.

Jason slowly climbs down the ladder, Ascension Title in hand, keeping his eyes on Holt.

ARIK HOLT: I know, you’re probably wondering what I am doing out here…

Jason smirks as he holds his hand in the air and snaps his fingers. Suddenly Savannah Sunshine’s beaten and barely moving body is in the ring next to him.

JASON LONG: If you even take a STEP towards me…I will snap her neck like I have so many others.

ARIK HOLT: You see, right there…that…that is the Jason Long I’ve been waiting to see. That is the Jason Long I have wanted in that ring for over a year. Not this pansy, who takes loss after loss. Not this washed-up has-been who takes beating after beating. I want the Maverick. I want the King Slayer. But…I warn you, Jason.

Jason crouches down and grabs Savannah by the hair, lifting her head up off the mat.

ARIK HOLT: I would highly advise you to leave her the fuck alone.

JASON LONG: Or what? You’ll send your True Society goons after me? Seems four of them just ripped each other to shreds, I dismantled this one, one is hiding over on Proving Ground…and well…your other flea-infested groupies just can’t seem to learn when to keep their mouth shut.

ARIK HOLT: Oh, Jason…Hunny…Bubby. Haven’t you learned yet that I always have a plan? And while this was more planned in case any of those drunkard Big Drip Worldwide members or Wish-dot-com KaVengers tried butting in their noses…I guess you will just have to do.

Jason stands to his feet…lifting Savannah to hers by her hair. The fans explode as someone wearing black jeans and a red hoodie with the hood up, hops over the barrier and slowly slides into the ring. The person pushes the ladder that is still standing, causing it to fall and hit the ropes…also causing Jason Long to drop Savannah. He turns around and notices the person in the ring with him…and quickly charges forward. He swings, but the red hoodie assailant ducks and manages to go up under Jason…lifting him off the ground. As Jason goes over the person’s shoulder, they use one arm to grab his head and the other to grab his legs.

KAYDEN ELLIS: The hell is going on here? Who is this?

The person runs up the ladder and at the very top where the ladder meets the ropes…JUMPS OUT OF THE RING…CRASHING DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUPER AIR RAID CRASH!!!

ALARA ADAMS: Wait…no…it can’t be. Was that a…

The person stands to their feet with Jason Long in a crumpled mess on the ground. They flip back their hood and the crowd goes silent.

ALARA ADAMS: DUES EX MACHINA!!! IT’S FUCKING DRAGO SANTIAGO!!!

CROWD: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

ARIK HOLT: Big Drip and KaVengers want a war…then they’ve got one.

Drago holds his arms out to the crowd, a devious smile on his face.

KAYDEN ELLIS: WHAT A SHOW!!! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THANK YOU FOR SPENDING YOUR EVENING WITH US! WE WILL SEE YOU ALL IN PHILADELPHIA ON FEBRUARY TWENTIETH FOR THE CROWNING!!!

The image hangs on Arik Holt finally making his way into the ring to check on Savannah, while Drago Santiago stands on the outside…making sure no one tries to interfere.

Fade to PH logo.